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Happy Halloween everyone just spending some time with my festive friend pumpkin-Ler 
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~ 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ~
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙿 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻 🔥⁉️ 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽— 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚃𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝙱𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻,𝟽𝟶𝟿
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡 (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️)
𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️ (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡)
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖.
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚖, 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 ❤️🧡
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
“No.”
“But Raph—”
“No.”
“But Raphie—”
“No.”
“But—”
“I literally just said no, Mikey.”
“But Raaaaaaphhhh, I’m bored!” The youngest groaned, flopping onto the second oldest’s bed dramatically. The second oldest in question raised an unamused brow, looking up from his comic where his little brother laid in front of him. The red banded turtle sighed, going back to reading his novel calmly and ignoring the younger turtle completely.
Now, if you couldn’t tell by Mikey’s whole demeanor, or the fact that he just stated so…he was bored. VERY bored. EXTREMELY bored.
TREMENDOUSLY bored if you will.
And if the youngest was bored, you’d best believe you’d hear him complaining all day in and all day out until he found something to occupy himself with. And Raph? Well, the young teen personally did not have the time nor patience to deal with all of that today.
Or any day really.
“For the millionth time, Mike— I’m busy. Go bother Don or somethin'.” The hot-head grumbled, flipping through the pages of the comic book he was currently reading. The other rolled his eyes, turning his head to his older brother, “Don’t you think I already did that?” Raph chuckled at the statement. “Oh really? And how’d that go?”
“He threw a beaker at me…but I think it had acid in it—“
Raph visibly shuddered, “Okie-dokie then. Another reason for you to get out of my room. Buh-bye. Sayonara. Thanks for stopping by. Adios amigo.” He demanded, pushing Mikey’s face with his foot but the youngest stubbornly stood his ground. He pushed back with his head until the other eventually gave up, throwing his comic book at him in frustration.
Mikey got up from the bed, annoyingly whining again.
“Just do an activity with me or something…! He huffed, shaking Raph by the shoulders back and forth. “I can show you the way out of my room! That can be an activity we can do together!” The red banded teen smiled with a fake sweet tone, which only caused the other’s frown to deepen.
“I’ll never ask you for anything ever agaiiiiinnn! Just do something with meeee! Pleeaseee?!” Raph had to bite back a grin when he heard that bargain. In the next 5 minutes, Mikey would probably ask him to do the hokey-pokey or some shit like that. The second oldest let out a long yet playful sigh, rubbing his temples before crossing his arms. “Fine fine…what do you wanna do?”
The youngest blinked, rubbing the back of his head and looking away for a bit. Well…Raph was surprisingly easy to convince today. It usually took him a solid 2 hours and 30 minutes (he’s counted) until he cracked. Usually 1 hour and 15 minutes on a good day…
“That’s…a very good question…I’ll get back to you on that…” The smaller turtle muttered. Raph tilted his head in complete and utter disbelief. “You came in here harassing me for, like, an hour straight talking about how you wanna spend time with me and now you don’t even know what you wanna do?!”
“I’m thinking, okay?! Don’t get your tits in a twist!” Mikey huffed at his older brother.
“Don’t get my what in a what???”
The youngest then suddenly snapped his fingers, smiling brightly and turning to the second oldest, “We should play a video game!”
“Like…Fall Guys or something? Dude, I’ve beat you anytime we’ve played two player. Just accept your many MANY losses.” The green eyed mutant teased, laughing at the offended expression Mikey was giving him now.
“I think you might have hit your head a bit too hard when we came from the ooze, my dear friend. Because I clearly remember you losing when we were playing last weekend.” The orange banded teen challenged, sticking his tongue out at Raph who only scoffed in amusement, resting his hand on his hip.
“I was being a good big brother and let you win.” He retorted. Mikey rolled his eyes, knowing full damn well Raph just sucked absolute ass and didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah yeah, whatever. But, no. I have an even better thing in mind. And it’s a board game.”
A pause.
“…so are you gonna tell me what the board game is?” Raph asked impatiently.
“I’m pausing for emphasis! I request a drumroll, please.”
…oh for the love of…
Raph sighed, drumming his hands on his bed for a couple seconds before stopping, waiting for Mikey to tell him the name of this soooo special game that he couldn’t just tell him already.
Because emphasis or whatever.
“Twister!” Mikey smiled, clapping his hands excitedly. “Twister.” Raph repeated, his eye-ridges (is that what they’re called—? Idk…) raising in surprise as he scratched the top of his head confused. “Why Twister of all things? We haven’t played that game since we were, like, 7.”
The blue-eyed mutant shrugged, leaning against his big brother’s beside and lazily checking his nails. “Eh. No reason. Just what first came to mind. What? Afraid you’ll lose, Raphie boy~?” He smirked, looking up at the taller green eyed mutant who only chuckled at his taunt.
“Oh please. That game is so easy I could play it in my sleep.” He smirked, looking down at Mikey who only had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.
Raph was lying— lying right through his teeth in fact. He wasn’t good at Twister— he wasn’t even semi-good. He didn’t even qualify anywhere near semi-good when it came to Twister. Raph wasn’t the most…flexible turtle of the bunch, which made it hard to do some, if not most of the poses Twister had conjured up for you.
And usually, he wouldn’t care so much about losing a game. Heck, it was Twister for crying out loud. But Raphael grew up with a family of competitors.
And so, he was competitive. Very competitive.
He didn’t like to lose— in fact, he hated losing. He’d rather beat up Kraang droids all day than lose.
Well…he’d beat up Kraang droids any day but that’s beside the point!
Point was, he absolutely sucked at Twister, period. And personally? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was going against Leo, heck— even Casey Goongala Jones himself would be a better opponent than Mikey.
If Mikey won (which he always did), he would make sure you knew all day in and all day out that he beat you. It was annoying as hell and that would only fuel Mikey more into reminding you that you lost against him.
And like stated before…Raph did not like losing. He didn’t like it one bit.
The elder straightened up his slouched posture, extending his hand to do a hand shake, which the youngest gladly accepted. “I accept your offer. But don’t be disappointed when I completely annihilate you.”
“We’ll see about that.” Mikey chirped, grabbing Raph’s arm and almost soaring out of the room with him.
Aaaaand so that’s where the two were now; spreading the well known dotted mat onto the floor carefully in front of the TV. The two spun a couple times already, the positions that were being requested weren’t hard. At first…just subtle movements here and there. Until Raph had his whole arm underneath Mikey and Mikey had his whole arm under Raph’s…
And by 12 turn’s, they were intertwining each other like a bunch of yarn. Raph, surprisingly, was doing really well. His stance being something along the lines of a downwards dog and a corpse pose— if that makes sense. Which it doesn’t. Because it’s Twister. Twister doesn’t make any sense in the slightest.
Mikey on the other hand, was not doing so hot. His stance was just basically the Family Guy dead pose but just slightly standing. With every spin of that darn evil plastic wheel, the younger teen seemed to be getting more and more difficult adjustments, while Raph barely had to move a finger. Or…limb in this case.
The turtle gods were on his big brother’s side today and Mikey was not having it.
“Doing alright, bro?” The hot-head smugly asked, his voice a little strained due to the odd positing but a teasing grin was on his face nonetheless. “You’re shaking a bit there…” He mused at his little brother, whose limbs were shaking like a bunch of conjoined jello conjoined.
The smaller mutant then fixed his footing, not shaking anymore as he looked up at Raph, smirking smugly right back at him. “Oh I’m fine, big bro. Just. Fine.” The orange banded turtle gritted out.
Now, Mikey wasn’t going to lie, but this whole Twister thing was starting to not seem like such a good idea. His older brother was a complete abomination when it came to Twister! But apparently, he seemed like he was getting every single easy position, and he was doing a pretty decent job at it— and Raph…Raphael has NEVER done decent!
Mikey, on the other hand, was struggling. He might as well become the actual mascot for the game or something because his arms and legs were getting twisted like actual Twizzlers. It’s probably not even normal for his body to twist like this, but hey! He’s not losing and that’s all that matters, right?
But he couldn’t keep this act on forever. He was going to fall sooner or later if he didn’t do something fast.
The younger tried to move to spin the wheel but almost fell in the process; catching himself at the last second. “Yeah…I won’t be able to reach it…” The elder hummed in acknowledgement, also attempting to spin the wheel but ultimately failing as well.
Conveniently, a couple seconds later, the eldest turtle of the four quadruplets walked out of his room, walking into the lounge area where the two were playing Twister. Leo looked the two up and down before sighing, rubbing his face tiredly.
“It’s too early for this…” He grumbled, going to the kitchen to refill his tea cup. Raph and Mikey shared a confused glance with each other, before looking at the other turtle with even more confusion.
“It’s 4 in the afternoon…” The youngest giggled. Leo turned around, glaring at the both of them. And if looks could kill…Mikey would’ve been nothing but a bare shell.
“Yeah. And my statement still stands. It’s too early for this…” The blue banded turtle repeated, taking a sip of a now full tea cup. “Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go read some Captain Ryan x reader fanfiction…” He grumbled with the most deadpanned face and voice ever, but you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he was genuinely excited.
The young leader was probably too tired to acknowledge what he just said…oh well. More blackmail for Mikey then.
“Leo, wait! We need you to spin the spinny thingie!” The second oldest yelled in impatience. This stance was starting to hurt like shell! And losing is not an option here!
Leo turned around, looking his brother up and down again before sipping his tea again. “Do it yourself.”
“I can’t, wise guy! The spinny whatchamacallit is all the way over there! If I try to spin it, I’ll lose!” Raph explained which only resulted in Leo blinking once before rolling his eyes.
“Then lose.” And with that, the young leader walked to his room, chuckling a bit to himself as he closed his door. “Smug bastard…” The red banded turtle grumbled under his breath.
After a few moments of thinking, Mikey decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage in this game. That’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed Raph in the side lightly.
The elder flinched violently, drawing out a surprised and loud shriek, but stubbornly staying in the same position he was before. The second oldest glared at his younger brother, who had the most innocent smile plastered on his face.
“Michelangelo. Hamato.” He warned, his glare hardening. “Poke me again and see what happens.” He said threateningly, which only caused the younger in question to innocently bat his eyes at him, continuously poking around his side.
“Mihihike— shihihit!” Raph cursed, trying to squirm out of reach of the poking with the little room he had.��Mikey continued to tickle him, now moving his fingers to scribble on his stomach, which obviously made Raph shriek louder.
“MIHIHIKEY!”
“Aw…there’s that smile!” The youngest grinned. And finally, to the smaller turtle’s delight, the older fell down on his shell, officially concluding the game and granting Mikey his 100% hard earned victory.
“I won!” The menace giggled, doing a small little victory dance on the mat before he made eye contact with Raph— who looked like he was ready to KILL.
Victory dance over. Victory dance WAY WAY over.
The younger got up almost immediately, quickly backing away as the other turtle scaringly followed right behind him. “W-Wait wahait…dude, bro, my man…we can talk about this! We can talk this out like the civilized mature mutants we are! There’s noho need to doohoo anything drahastic…” He rambled, taking multiple upon multiple steps back as Raph inched closer and closer towards him, game obviously loooong forgotten at this point.
The elder cracked his knuckles, an evil smirk spreading across his face almost like a wildfire. And that, ladies and gentleman, was enough evidence for Mikey to know that he was absolutely in for it.
The youngest bolted for Donnie’s lab, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, only to be hoisted onto his big brother’s shoulder as the red banded turtle walked back to the lounge area.
Nervous giggles escaped Mikey’s mouth as he tried to get out of his older brother’s grip, squirming, pushing, kicking— basically all the things he could do in this oh-so-horrible-situation-that-he-definitely-did-not-plan-out-what-so-ever!
Raph put Mikey on the ground, sitting on his legs. “Mihike, I haven’t even done anything yet...” He commented at the squirmy giggly mess that was his youngest brother. Mikey snickered, a small blush creeping to his face. “Shuhut it!“ He squeaked as he felt three fingers on his sides, not moving but just resting there in anticipation.
The youngest helplessly held the taller turtle’s wrists, shaking his head back and forth while sputtering out giggly pleases as his eyes were closed shut. “What’s gotten you so giggly?” Raph asked innocently, smirking down at his baby brother who was currently losing his mind.
“Just gehehet it oveheher wihith already!” He giggled desperately. If getting absolutely wrecked wasn’t gonna kill him…then the anticipation definitely would.
“Get whahat over with, Mike? I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about…” The orange banded turtle lightly smacked at Raph’s arm, loving and hating every single second of this. Mikey looked to the side, hiding his head in his shell a tiny bit out of embarrassment.
“Is there…something specific you’re talking about? Something oh-so embarrassing that you apparently can’t even say it out loud?” Raph grinned, his fingers clamping lightly on his sides as the other giggly whined in annoyance and desperation.
“Will yohou plehease juhust tihihickle me already???” The smallest turtle squeaked; the last part barely audible to the turtle ear and of course Raph felt the need to comment on it.
“Hm? What was that~? I couldn’t quite hear you…” He smirked, his fingers twitching against the other’s sides.
“Rahaph!!”
“You gotta speak louder, bud. I can hardly hear you.”
“Rahahaphie plehease!”
“Well since you asked so nicely…” Raphael smiled, starting to actually tickle Mikey’s sides now.
“You know, you could have just…told me you wanted me to tickle you, instead of doing the whole ‘let’s play Twister’ bullshit.” The taller turtle stated calmly, only causing Mikey’s blush to deepen.
Was he seriously that easy to read? Well that’s embarrassing…he honestly thought he had his older brother fooled with the whole ‘Let’s play Twister bullshit.’
Random fun fact, one of the best and worst things about being tickled by Raph was that he could just casually say the t-word as if it was an everyday word as you can see.
Well…in retrospect it is an everyday word.
But it’s a very embarrassing everyday word.
A very VERY embarrassing everyday word.
And you best believe he always used it as an advantage to gain the upper hand in every situation. Whether he was tickling one of his brothers or not…you bet he would randomly use it in a sentence.
“Literally what are you talking aboHOUT?” Mikey screeched as Raph prodded and poked his lower ribs. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” The second oldest smirked. “Playing duhumb is not my forte— thahat was yohou duhuhuring Twister.” Mikey managed to giggle out.
Raph sent daggers to Mikey as he pinned one of his hands to the carpeted floor, digging his free hand into his exposed underarm.
The blue eyed mutant automatically squawked at the sudden sensation, trying desperately to pull his arm back down. The other let out a satisfied huff from the noise, “You were saying~?”
“ScREHEHEW YOHOU!” He squawked. Raph flinched slightly at the turtle belle’s sudden yell but chuckled at it nonetheless. Oh this is gonna be so so easy…
Mikey’s feet helplessly kicked behind Raph, his legs going up into the air every so slightly every now and again. “Your gonna break the sound barrier with all that screaming, baby brother...” Raph commented.
“But, you okay? You’re voice raised a bit there…” He asked as he heard Mikey’s laughter spike up suddenly. The youngest wiped a couple happy tears from his eyes, giggling still. “Yeah, yeah…I’m okay…”
Raph nodded at the response, rubbing some of the ghost tickles away before going back to tickling him, now squeezing his hip area.
The freckled turtle’s eyes completely shot out of his sockets as and of course his big brother had to make a smart remark.
“Uh oh…did I happen to find a bad spot?” Raph smirked, raising a brow as the younger shook his head back and forth. “NOHO! NAHAT THEHERE! RAHAPH! PLEHEASE!” The teenager cackled loudly, grabbing the other’s wrists but making no attempt to push them away of course.
“Not there?? Whaddya mean not there~? You mean right…here?” Raph giggled, “Right here? Is this a bad spot, Mike?” He questioned innocently.
“RAHAPH *squeak* PLEHEASE!” Mikey squealed. “Please what? I can’t understand you because of my little brother’s mouse squeaks. Sorry man…” Raph said as he dramatically wiped a tear from his eye, before going back to tickling Mikey’s hip area.
“SHUHU— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUP!”
At times like this, you would not question the fact that Mikey’s Dad is a 6'2 rat mutant. Just listening to his laugh you could hear the resemblance.
“My gahaHAHASH! JuhUST STAHAP!” He whined throughout his laughter as Raph continued to knead his hip bones, causing Mikey’s laughter to rise in volume tremendously now and again.
The youngest arched his back with a loud squeal, pushing on his older brother’s wrists again as he tried to turn himself so his shell was facing upward.
“Now where do you think your goin'?” Raph snickered, now using both his hands to tickle Mikey’s underarms now, instead of just tickling one.
“WAHAHAIT! WAHA— *squeal* WAHAIT! IHIHIT TIHI— *squeak* NAHAHAH!” The youngest stammered through his laughter, his bandana long gone off of his face due to how much he was squirming around.
“It tickles? Ya don’t say.” Raph deadpanned, snickering at the small squeal the turtle below him let out after the comment. “Can Dr. Name-Einstein not take what he dishes out~?” He continued, digging deeper in Mikey’s underarms.
“Tickle tickle tickle~!”
“NoHOH—!”
“Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”
“SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT YOUR MOHOUTH!”
“Aww…well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” The green eyed teen fake pouted, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, but slipping his hands out every now and again to poke the other’s neck lightly before going back in.
“Ahh tkltkltkl….ahh tkltkltkl— what? I’m abbreviating it for you because you hate that word soooo much, see? Ahh tkltkltkl…”
“IHI’M GOHONNA MUHUHURDER YOHOU!” The youngest shrieked, banging his heels on the floor in a futile attempt to escape his big brother’s VERY mean comments. “Oh yeah? You and with what hands, little man~?” Raph grinned, grabbing both of Mikey’s wrists to put above his head, scribbling all over his stomach.
Mikey’s hyena cackling only raised in volume after that. Raph evil laughed at the reaction, chuckling to himself as he tickled the younger to pieces.
“Woah. I think I hit the jackpot…what do you think, Mike?”
Mikey squeaked.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
Behind all the evil laughing and teasing, Raph took glances at his baby brother’s face every now and again to make sure that he was actually enjoying himself; and that he wasn’t uncomfortable in any way.
…And before you even think of calling him a softie for thinking this, being a softie and being caring are two completely different things.
Don’t get them twisted.
Anyways, even if Raph never openly says so or displays so…he genuinely cares about his brothers, and if he ever hurt them in any way, physically or mentally…just know that he’s taking that with him to the grave. No further questions asked.
Unfortunately for the youngest, this didn’t mean Raph would be merciful while tickling him in any way, shape, or form right now…
But Raph didn’t want his baby brother’s voice disappearing all the way to Timbuktu, so stopping right now would suffice.
The older turtle ceased his tickling onslaught, crossing his arms across his plastron to glance at the flustered and oh-so giggly mess he created.
“Yohou…suhuck…” The maskless turtle giggled, refusing to look at his big brother who just snickered at the purely adorable behavior.
“Yohou okay?” The elder turtle asked, “Like seriously, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked genuinely. And now wasn’t that sweet? Asking if someone was okay after almost committing a first degree murder to said person. Yeah. Reeeeaaal sweet alright.
“Mhm…yeah I’m okahay…” He nodded, sitting up slightly to look for his mask that flew over to who knows where.
”I don’t remember your stomach being that ticklish, Mike.” Raph teased, snickering softly at his comment which Mikey only rolled his eyes to. “Whehell, my neck isn’t embarrassingly sehensitive. Especially the bahahack ohof ihihit. I don’t thihink yohou can relate, but I’m juhust putting thahat out there…”
…Remember how I said Raph loved his brother very dearly? Well…forget it. Stopping right now would not suffice. It would do anything but suffice.
The hot-head simply gave his little brother a look that would be known as the look of ‘You are getting your shell HANDED to you.’ Now Leonardo was the turtle who invented this scary yet effective gaze (because of course he did…)
And so naturally, the look got passed down to Raph. Then to Donnie. And even Splinter found a way how to.
The youngest on the other hand, never really had any reason to learn the look, as he had wonderful looks of his own. Obviously.
But now…he was kinda wishing he did, so that the look didn’t look so scary (see what I did there? I’m hilarious, I know)
“I-Ihi’m sohorry?” Mikey giggled out meekly, immediately going to grab Raph’s wrists again for, like, the hundredth time in the past hour.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your comments to yourself…even if you are spitting straight up facts…
“Oho you will be sorry.” The elder effortlessly grabbed his baby brother’s wrists, slowly bringing his head down towards the other’s stomach. Mikey kicked his knees into Raph’s shell, hoping to at least faze him, but all his attempts to stop his brother were in vain as the other took in a deep breath and lowered his head at an agonizingly slow pace to his plastron...
“W-WAHAIT! RAHAH— *squeal* PLEHEASE!!!” However, even if you’re a strong, cool and fast mutant like Mikey himself here, you would never be able to go up against the power of an older sibling in a tickle fight (a very one-sided tickle fight but a tickle fight nonetheless…)
Raph had to stop to chuckle at the wriggly mess that was his baby brother— the dude was wriggling and giggling like he planted some drug in him! And he hasn’t even done anything to him!
Yet, anyway…
“SHUHUT UP! STAHAP LAHAUGHING AHAT MEEHEE!” The youngest screeched as he felt his mind going on an anticipatory rollercoaster, thrashing in his big brother’s hold which he knew he was never getting out of. Well…acceptance is the first step to anything right?
“PLEHEASE! IHI’M— *squeak* SOHORRY!” Mikey cried, now frantically trying to get out of the hold. Screw acceptance. Mikey didn’t want to see heaven’s gates early. And besides, he has a slice of pizza in the fridge that he’s been dying to eat. So dying right here, right now, isn’t an option.
Raph hummed in amusement, “Oho yeheah? Where were all these apologizes when you made me lose in Twister?” Mikey giggled, “Ihit’s nahat MYHY fault YOHOU suhuck at gahames! Ehespecially board games. Ahahand video gahames…dohoo I have to go ohon?”
Raph was shocked as he was impressed. The pure nerve of this teen. Mikey definitely got that attitude from him…that’s for sure. “Okahay that’s it. No more mister nice turtle…”
“Sihince whEHEN were yOHOU NIHICE?”
Instead of making another sassy remark back, Raph tightened the grip of his hands on Mikey’s wrists slightly, lowering his head to his little brother’s stomach and taking a huge breath…
“RAHAPH— nohoHO— WAHAIT! RAHaph dUHUDE PLEHEASE!” Mikey rambled through his laughter, shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut. Oh…this was gonna tickle so freaking bad. Maybe instead of provoking Raph he should of just tickled himself— because Michelangelo would not come out of the lounge area ALIVE after this.
With one last evil chuckle, the elder lowered his head to the center of Mikey’s plastron and…well, let’s just say all of New York City presumably heard the high-pitched shriek that ascended out of the youngest’s mouth.
Raph was mean. He was the definition of mean. He might as well be cast as the next Regina George if Mean Girls gets another reboot because this. was. mean.
Because not only was this smug dunderhead blowing raspberries on his stomach without barely taking any breath’s (kinda impressive honestly), but he also was using one hand to squeeze directly on Mikey’s knee.
Evil. Pure evil.
And you would think that it was pretty nice of Raph to let one of his hands go so he could at least attempt to escape, right? Well the youngest’s free hand was too busy happy stimming in order to do said task…so he’s kinda-sorta-maybe-possibly stuck
“I don’t remember you being this sensitive to raspberries when we were little…” The elder teen commented in between his breaths. Because…honestly. Did Donnie make Mikey one of his nerd concoctions to make the youngest embarrassingly ticklish or has he always been like this? Because there’s no way he should be giggling and wriggling this much.
“IHIT’S NAHAT MY FAHAULT!” And it wasn’t! It’s not Mikey’s fault he’s a literal walking talking tickle spot! Besides, you haven’t met walking talking tickle spot until you’ve met Leo.
“It tickles that bad, huh?” Raph laughed at the inhuman screeches coming from the teen below him. “SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUHAHAHA—!” The youngest cackled loudly, still kicking Raph at the back of his shell with his knees.
Now, was kicking Raph in the shell going to do him any favors in the long run? Most likely not. He’s still getting tickled to pieces and no matter how much he bucked, wriggled, writhed, or squirmed from side to side, Raph’s grip would remain the same until he felt like letting go. His hold was scaringingly better than his nunchucks— and that’s saying a LOT.
The smaller turtle just helplessly kicked behind him, just laying there and laughing his heart out. Raph took a glance at his younger brother and his snarky, evil smirk turned into a fond smile, he shook his head, laughing to himself.
“Y'know…Leo is just a couple steps away. I’m sure he’d loooove helping me turn you into a more giggly puddle than you already are…”
“NAHAH— *squeal* DAHA— DOHOHON’T—!”
“Or…what if I got Donnie? I bet he has some tools that would help me…”
“NOHOH—!”
“What about Dad? I’m positive he would just record the whole thing and coo you all day long about you’re adorable giggles—”
“RAHAPHIE!!!” Mikey screeched, kicking Raph in the shell extra hard this time which only made the elder huff out a laugh in amusement.
“OW! Okay okahay! No need to shout!” He chuckled, getting off of the other turtle and helping him up. Raph sat down on the couch, soon followed by Michelangelo who dramatically collapsed into his lap.
He giggled tiredly, sitting up and flopping on the other’s plastron. The elder laughed at the theatrical gesture, rubbing his shell comfortingly. “You okay, bud?”
“Nohoho. I’m lihihiterally dying.” Mikey giggled tiredly. Raph hummed in acknowledgment, resting his chin on Mikey’s left shoulder, causing the youngest to let out a subtle squeak.
The two made eye contact as Raph’s signature smirk spread across his face again.
“Huh. Which reminds me…” The elder turtle mused, wrapping Mikey in a hug with his one arm while the other was free. He shook his head, anticipatory giggles pouring out of his mouth more than ever before. “Raphie— Rahaphie nohoho don’t you dahare!”
Now, you’re probably wondering why Mikey is freaking out so much right now…let me explain.
As you know, Mikey has freckles. A lot of freckles. It was something he’s always been insecure about ever since he was a turtle tot. He used to absolutely loathe his freckles with a burning passion…and he tried to keep that fact a secret.
But sadly, when you live with 3 other brothers and you’re the youngest, there’s no such thing as secrecy.
The brothers had this whole talk about how his freckles made him, well, him. How it signified his uniqueness, adorableness, and blah blah blah sappy stuff. And that talk actually made Mikey love his freckles a lot…which he really needed.
Point being, his older brother’s created this game where they would count and poke how many freckles he had— because he had a whole LOT and they wanted to point out each adorable individual one; his freckles mainly being on his shoulders, face and neck.
But the thing was, the pokes to said spots tickled. A lot. Mikey was able to hide his reactions at first, but then a squeak went to a squeal, and a squeal went to a giggle…if you catch my drift.
And ever since then, it’s been a friendly competition on who could poke and count the most freckles on his face without him squirming out of reach (the highest score was 23 by the one and only Donatello).
“Hm. I forgot how many freckles you have…did you get any more? Seems like you got more…” Raph hummed again.
“NohOH I diHID NAHAT—”
“I think I should check just to make sure…” And with that, the poking and counting began…or as Mikey likes to call it: his complete and utter demise.
Speaking of which, Mikey might be competing with Leo for the Most Ticklish Turtle award because these pokes to his shoulders and face tickled like absolute SHELL. And Raph was barely touching him! Like…barely.
“1…2…3…4–! Mike! Stop moving! You made me lose count!” The older tried to sternly say, but it was really hard due to how much his little brother was laughing his shell off at the slightest of touches to the face and shoulders.
“PLEHEHEASE! RAHA— *squeak*! IHI’M GOHONNA DIHIE!!!”
“You’ve said that, like, 3 times. And you’re still here, aren’t you?” Raph mused, continuing to poke and prod.
“And a seven, and an eight, and a nine— wait. What comes after nine…?” He fake pondered, poking on the exact same freckle on Mikey’s shoulder to keep him a squeaky giggly blob.
“Seriously…I can’t think of the number. What comes after nine?” The hot-head asked again, going after Mikey’s neck now— causing the younger to scrunch his shoulders almost immediately. Though, that maybe wasn’t the best idea because Raph’s fingers were now stuck.
“I honestly think you’re the one with an embarrassingly ticklish neck, little bro.” The elder turtle stated smugly, wriggling his fingers in the crook of Mikey’s neck as the younger laughed even louder (if that’s possible).
Mikey flapped both of his hands, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “RAHAHAPH!!!” He shrieked, his legs kicking the couch as well as the floor.
“Okay! Alright! Okay! No need to shout out me! Heard you loud and clear, giggles.” He drawed his hand away from Mikey’s face and shoulders, resting them on the other’s shell, rubbing it soothingly. The smaller turtle rested the back of his head on Raph’s shoulder, catching his breath slowly but surely.
“Are you done torturing me now?” He giggled tiredly, becoming relaxed and comfy in Raph’s arms due to the shell rubs.
“For now, yeah.” The older winked which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes at. Raph could be such a dork sometimes, but he loves him nonetheless…sometimes anyway.
“Thanks. For, uh…y'know…doing that…” The orange banded turtle mumbled after he calmed down fully, getting his mask that flew up on the couch earlier. “Yeah. No problem.” Raph shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back on the couch before creasing his eyebrows together, looking at Mikey in confusion.
“Wait. Didn’t you tell Leo like a week ago that it was 100% okay to ask for tickles? Why aren’t you taking your own advice?” He asked.
“Wha— you heard that?”
“The sewer walls aren’t that thick, Mike.” The elder explained, rolling his eyes fondly at the new silence he was being wonderfully graced with.
“Freaking hypocrite…” The green-eyed teen sighed, shaking his head and wrapping Mikey in a hug, squeezing him gently. “Again, you didn’t need to come up with an excuse for me to tickle you. You can just ask me.” He smiled softly, making Mikey return the smile tenfold.
“Yeah…I know. But playing Twister made it more fun didn’t it?”
“Pff…yeah. Yeah, I guess it did.”
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#Lee!Mikey#Ler!Raph#TMNT 2012 tickle#TMNT 2012 tickle fic#DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SM#THEY ARE LIKE THE SPRINKLES TO MY ICE CREAM#THE WHIPPED CREAM ON MY PUMPKIN PIE#THE PIZZA TO MY FRENCH FRIES#YKNOW WHAT I MEAN⁉️⁉️⁉️#LIKE THIS DUO IS JUST PURE SEROTONIN#Writing them was lowkey not that bad#It’s just the tickling parts that took a while 💀#But we’re gonna ignore the fact that this was supposed to be posted in October ☺️💗#As you can tell by the title…#I’m also trying to be aesthetic like the cool kids now with the fonts 😎😜😜#Writing Raph was so freakingembarrassingohymgosh#I feel like I made him out of character#So glad this is posted tho#I needed this OUT of my Google doc’s page#Also I’m sobbing—#The HEIGHT difference in the photo ☹️😖😖😖💕💕💕💕#Freaking love them man…#Lee!Raph#Ler!Mikey#Switch!Raph#Switch!Mikey#Also don’t mind me referencing my old TMNT 2012 fic 🤭🤭🤭#Sfw Tickle community#Tmnt tickle 🐢#❤️🧡
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i love your writing !! can you please do a fix where the reader had a bad day and is overthinking decorating a pumpkin and loki tickles bcuz they won't start it
A/n: I hope you enjoy!!
Stubborn thoughts.
A V's scareoween special.
Should I use red diamonds? No red is associated with Christmas, same as for green. But if I put orange ones then they would look boring, oh what if I did purple ones? Nah that wouldn't match with the pumpkin.
That went through your head a million times, each time a different color, different answers, different ideas, different everything and it was infuriating!
"What did the pumpkin ever do to you?" You heard a smooth voice coming from behind you.
You squealed and promptly fell from your chair, disappearing from view.
"God damnit Loki! Don't scare me like that" you said as you climb up again.
"You were so deep in thought that anything would have scared you" Loki chuckled as he sat down next to you by the table.
You grumbled but knew he was right and that it was pointless to argue so instead you focused your attention back on the pumpkin, what if you put some heart diamonds around the eyes? No!
"Are you alright dove?" Loki said slightly worried and pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts.
You and Loki's relationship was an interesting one that's for sure, in the beginning you completely ignored him because some of your friends had gotten hurt in the New York alien attack but when you found out that he was being controlled you eventually grew closer to him and your friendship blossomed ever since.
"Yeah I'm alright, just trying to figure out how to decorate my pumpkin" you sigh and rub your temples.
"Ah, are those pesky thoughts of yours going at it again?" He said with a smile and wrapped an arm around you.
"Yes! I mean I wanna have a cool pumpkin but I don't wanna be a a copycat, Nat's looks really cool and so does Peter's but I can't figure mine out! Like purple doesn't mix with this shade of orange and then the hearts would look out of place!" You rambled as you threw your hands up.
"Hmm you know, I think I can help you with those stubborn thoughts" He mused as he wrapped his arm a little tighter around you and drew circles on your ribs.
"How?" You asked with a nervous giggle.
"by teach them a lesson" he whispered before scooping you up and dropping you on the couch, making quick work of pinning you down.
You were already a giggly mess as Loki put his hand on your rib cage and his voice turned deeper.
"Now listen here Y/N thoughts! Leave!" He said with a smirk as he attacked your ribs making you arch your back of the couch.
"GAHHAHAHHAHHA" you immediately burst into bright laughter, one thing about Loki? He never took it easy on you with tickling.
"You shall leave this beautiful, adorable, brilliant, genius and best person in the whole wide world alone!" Loki continued in his deep voice as he shook his fingers in your ribs and switched to your hips.
"LokiHAHHAHHAHHAH" you cackled widely as you kicked your feet around, a bright blush adoring your cheeks.
"There you are!" Loki laughed as he scribbled over your tummy "I knew you were still there, those thoughts will leave you alone now"
Before long he decided that you were cured and gave you a few more nibbles on your shoulder before getting off of you and settling your head on his lap.
"Now, is that better?" He asked with a smile as he combed through your hair with his fingers.
"Much better, thank you Loki" you smiled brightly and relaxed in his touch.
"My pleasure Love and if those thoughts come back again you can always find me" he smiled back before putting on your favorite Halloween movie and fell into a comfortable silence.
The pumpkin thoughts long forgotten because after all.
It was only just a pumpkin.
#v's scareoween#tickle fic#lee!reader#marvel tickle#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#request#ler!loki#loki#loki laufeyson#loki fluff#halloween#pumpkin
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Can we just talk about bad and skeppy's canon heighs?
Like i like to think that skeppy Is just a tiny Little block Man and bad a really tall demon
Like bad can have skeppy in his shoulders and just travel arround with him
And sometimes while they travel skeppy just starts to feel bored and tries to tickle bad's ears or neck
I also really like to think about skeppy being pocket siced and bad just tickling him with one claw
I have drawings of them like this but i feel too nervous to post them here
I can dm them if you want to
-🎃 (idk if that emoji Is taken or not hdkdhdjd)
Hi 🎃 anon!! I don’t believe it’s taken don’t worry ^_^
And YES literally I think about this so so much! i have thought so much about height concepts that I actually have detailed headcanons for how they work asjhdflk.
I like the idea that c!Bad’s height is very similar to the way c!Foolish’s does where he can grow up to his full height but then often times he’s down at a regular human height mostly for convenience. c!Skeppy on the other hand can either be the heigh of a singular diamond block, and can grow to a human size not at will, but based on absorbing actual diamonds :DDD It’s kinda hard to explain cause it’s kind of like magic, using diamonds to grow kinda like Mario when he absorbs a mushroom LMAO
but ok ok ok the tickling aspect in all of this???? there’s so much potential. Skeppy literally adores tickling Bad’s neck and ears yes. Both when they’re both human size and while Skeppy is all tiny. And it’s cause so often Bad has his neck and ears covered by his cloak! So Skeppy takes the opportunity so much to tickle him there just to see his smile as well. When Skeppy is much smaller, he likes to crawls under Bad’s cloak as well in order to nuzzle himself into his neck, making him flustered and giggly while everyone else around is all confused as to what’s going on alskdfhj
lee!cSkeppy is so cute :(((( literally so giggle anytime Bad has him in his clutches. Bad is able to tickle Skeppy’s entire torso with his claw, and all he can do is writhe in the palm of Bad’s hand. Eeeeeeeeeeee it’s so cuuuute. This happens anytime Skeppy is done tormenting Bad from inside his cloak, and he knows it’s coming too. Sometimes it’s the best part of getting to be small hehehe.
Also omg I’m sure your art is cuuuute!! I would freaking love to see them :D I hope you get the courage to post them someday. But if you want my dms are always open :)) Thanks for the ask!!!!
#🎃pumpkin anon#emmadoodle concepts#emmadoodle brainrot#lee!skeppy#ler!skeppy#lee!bbh#ler!bbh#mcyt tickle#dsmp tickle#i love themmmmmm#underrated duo
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Congrats on reaching your milestone!! Could I request some lee! Kirishima and ler! Bakugou?
happy (early) Halloween ig 🎃
hehehe krbk hehehe like cmon man this little pumpkin looks so cute manly, just let bro carve it so he can stare at it lovingly later (he luvz u)
(and also. another milestone lol. my autistic ass is not keeping up with y'all, but i still love u guys, sorry for not having enough energy to be more active & talk to people these days. i still love this silly little blog despite forgetting about its existence at times lol 🐄🎂)
#tickling#tfb community#sfw tickling community#bnha#mha#ler!bakugou#lee!kirishima#my stuff#tickle art#ami's art#i forgor how to tag#things#🦇🦇🦇rawr#anyways#felt like drawing something silly & easy since i'm not doing anything for tktober this year :]#that's about it 🧛🏻#*dies*
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Skz at Hogwarts- Part 1
Lee: Seungmin Ler: Han Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: kinda intense tickles for Minnie~🤭😋hope you enjoy!🥰💞
Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,
@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09
Thinking about how Skz would be at Hogwarts. Chan and Seungmin in Slytherin, Lino, Hyunjin, Changbin and Han in Gryffindor, Innie in Ravenclaw and Felix in Hufflepuff.
The reunion of childhood friends should have been a warm, nostalgic moment, but for Chan and Seungmin, it became an opportunity for mischief.
The pair took every chance to use their Slytherin cunning to annoy the rest of the group.
Just minor inconveniences, turning their stationary into bugs (that one always had Han and Hyunjin screeching in the middle of the night).
He enchanted Changbin’s mirror so it would distort his figure into all manner of funny poses —one moment Binnie's head would be the size of a pumpkin, the next, his legs stretched like vines.
Turned Jeongin’s hair a hideous shade of pink for a whole week (it had infuriated the youngest).
And gave Minho cat ears for a day (he threatened to hex Seungmin if he didn’t get it off him). The list was endless. And he'd kept this up for a whole semester.
But eventually it came to bite him in the ass when Han and Hyunjin, stumbled upon a rather...unique spell book on one of their excursions around the castle.
They brought it back to the Gryffindor common room and the four poured over it.
There were all sorts of spells for all manner of purposes but a couple of them were much more interesting than the rest.
Smug smiles bloomed on their faces. After 6 months of being basically terrorized (not really), they could taste the sweet taste of revenge on the tip of their tongue.
"Anyone know if the puppy's ticklish?" Hyunjin's eager voice sparked a heated debate, with the group exchanging playful theories about Seungmin’s sensitivity, but eventually, the debate ended with one clear decision: they'd take turns, and Han, ever eager for mischief, would go first.
“Minnie’s been far too bold with his pranks recently. I say we go all out on him, teach him not to mess with us!” Han proposed.
Hyunjin was grinning at how easily the tables had turned. "I want to see him squeal. I’m betting he’ll beg within two minutes."
Han laughed at that. “Two? No way, you’re being too generous. All I need to do is to find his death spot. I know he has one.”
With the plan set and excitement bubbling, Han’s gaze turned mischievous. He wasted no time, his eyes glinting as he set off to find his unsuspecting target.
Feigning nonchalance, he approached Seungmin with a casual air. "Hey Minnie, Lix just baked a new batch of brownies. Everyone’s in our common room, come on!”
Seungmin, always eager for Lixie's treats, didn’t suspect a thing. He bounded towards the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the setup awaiting him.
As the puppy entered, a devious grin spread across Han’s face. The moment the door closed behind Seungmin; Han’s intentions were clear.
He watched in amusement as Seungmin’s excitement turn into wide-eyed surprise. The room being empty short for the two of them.
“H-Han where’s everyone else? You—NO!” He yelped when Han swished his wand, making Seungmin’s wand fly out of his hands and his knees to buckle until he collapsed on the floor in a heap.
And then there were scribbling hands and nails clawing all over his sensitive spots, sending little shockwaves that had the little prankster squealing.
“Whahahaht ahahare youhu dohohohing?! Nahahahaha whyhyhy mehehe?”
A sadistic smile lit up Han's face, as Seungmin’s bright giggles quickly filled the room as Han expertly worked his wand, making the cheeky little puppy writhe and beg through hysterical laughter.
He mentally cursed himself for not seeing through Han’s trap.
“Coochie coochie coo Seungminie~” Han teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “What's wrong? Can’t think of anything smart to say?”
Seungmin let out a breathless, wheezing laugh, managing to choke out between fits of giggles: "I... Ihihi'll geHEHET yohuu... back for... thiHIHIs!"
Han’s smirk grew wider and he directed his wand to the younger’s navel. Seungmin’s hands flew to his belly, fingers twitching helplessly as if trying to grasp the phantom feathers.
His legs kicked wildly, shoes thudding against the wooden floor, eyes watering and a wide smile painting his flushed cheeks.
It felt like dozens of phantom feathers were sweeping over his skin, tracing his ribs, swirling around his belly button, making him squirm helplessly.
The harder he fought, the more intense the tickling grew, as if the magic was reading his resistance.
“Hahahahahahan hyuhuhuhung nohohoho noHOT THEHEHEHERE!! SHIHIT!”
Han's eyes lit up with fascination as he guided the wand, watching the way Seungmin's body jerked and writhed under the spell.
The closer he pointed toward Seungmin’s belly, the more frenzied the laughter became.
To test this theory, Han pointed the wand at the puppy's sides, observing the way his laughter died down to bubbly giggles.
Han’s grin widened. ‘Interesting...’ he muttered to himself, inching the wand closer to Seungmin’s navel, eager to see just how much more the younger boy could take.
It was as though every nerve in his body was on fire, sending him into fits of frantic, uncontrollable giggles.
Han couldn’t help but smirk, relishing every breathless laugh that escaped Seungmin.
He marveled at how effective the spell was, mentally filing away its details for future pranks.
Maybe he’d use it on Minho next time—or better yet, use it with a levitation spell and watch Hyunjin float helplessly, laughing his head off mid-air. The thought almost made him laugh out loud.
“gohohohods thihis ihis tohohorture ahAHAHAHA!! Hannihihie! hyuhuhung! nohohoHOH—AHH!!”
A burning curiosity propelled Han to point his wand around where he assumed the puppy like boy's navel was. He was immediately rewarded with the loudest laughter he'd heard yet.
It felt like Minho’s electric toothbrush had come to life, buzzing mercilessly around his navel, it wasn't a feeling he'd experienced in years.
No matter how tightly Seungmin clamped his hands over the spot, the relentless ticklish sensations seemed to slip right through, making him writhe and scream with laughter.
"PLEHEHEHEHEASE PLEHEASE HAN I CAHAHAHAN'T AHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHA—"
Seungmin went ballistic, scream laughs echoing off the walls as his flailing grew weaker and more desperate.
"Should have considered that when you decided to pester me all semester hm? What, you aren't even gonna apologize to me yet you expect mercy?"
The poor boy couldn't even form words at this point, fragments of speech getting jumbled amongst long bouts of laughter. Seeing how desperate he was, Han decided to slow down.
He moved the top of the wand over to the boy’s neck, watching in fascination as the first tears escaped.
As Seungmin lay writhing on the floor, Han’s relentless tickling spell leaving him in a fit of helpless laughter, the door to the Gryffindor common room creaked open.
Changbin, drawn by the sounds of the chaos, peeked his head in. A slow grin spread across his face as he took in the scene: Seungmin’s desperate kicks, flushed face, and the bright squeals escaping his lips.
"Ah, Seungmin-ah, you look like you're having so much fun," Changbin drawled, stepping fully into the room and leaning against the wall.
His smirk grew as Seungmin glared weakly at him through watery eyes. "Maybe we should invite Professor McGonagall to watch."
"NO! Ahahahare youhu ihihinsAHAHAne?! GeHEHEt lohohost, youhUHU IDIHIHIOT!!" Seungmin cried, his voice strained with laughter, his legs still kicking helplessly as Han’s spell refused to relent.
The tickles came about in waves as the older toyed with him, twirling his wand lazily, almost as though he were bored.
Hyunjin followed behind Changbin, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock pity.
"We should have recorded this," he taunted, chuckling as he observed Seungmin’s feeble attempts to fend off Han’s magic. "Puppy’s first Hogwarts meltdown."
"ShuHUHUhut... HAHAHAHA... uhup!" Seungmin wheezed between giggles, but the boys only laughed harder.
Dissolving into incoherence, his laughter ringing through the Gryffindor common room.
“ahaHAHAHAHA SAHAHA—sorry iHI’M soHOHOrry!! nahAHAHAHA PLEHEASE!!”
“Sorry won’t cut it Seungmin-ah. I want to see you suffer~” Han flicked the wand, upping the intensity of the tickles, relishing in the way Minnie’s body shook with laughter.
He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they all cast the same magic on the pup, seeing how much his single spell was already affecting him...maybe the boy actually wouldn't survive. It would probably be torture.
Not entirely undeserving though it might cross some lines. So, for now, it was off the table.
Instead, he turned his attention back to the cackling mess on the floor, reveling in the teary pleas he got and after 20 straight minutes of it, he let up.
Seungmin slumped to the floor, his body trembling from the lingering ticklish sensations.
Gasping for air, he shot a weak, watery glare at Han, cheeks burning red from embarrassment.
The sight pulled a genuine laugh out of Han. Seungmin looked adorable like this; messy hair, crooked glasses, flushed cheeks and nothing sarcastic to say for once.
“What’re you laughing at?” Seungmin grumbled, his voice cracking embarrassingly, which only made him blush harder.
Han only laughed louder at that, moving to help him up and fetch some water. "Here, drink this. It'll make your throat feel better."
Seungmin reluctantly accepted the bottle, a sulky 'thanks' leaving his lips as he turned away from Han.
"Wow you are crazy sensitive. I tried this spell on a friend of mine (poor unwilling Minho) but even he didn't laugh as loud as you did. Must be a special talent of yours."
Seungmin choked at the words, folding over as coughs wracked his body. "Shut the hell up!" He yelled, throwing the now empty bottle at Han before picking up his wand and running off, leaving the older smirking after him.
Han had already cast a tiny spell on him, and as Seungmin stumbled and wiggled down the hallway, he couldn’t help the sudden bursts of laughter that escaped.
His legs buckled mid-step, sending him tripping and giggling as he shot Han a glare over his shoulder, the sound of his helpless giggles echoing down the hallway.
‘I hate you’ mouthed, eyes widening when Han quirked a brow and raised his wand again. Seungmin poked his tongue out, his frown dissolving into a smile as another burst set of at his neck.
All day long, the spell kept Minnie on edge, sending bursts of ticklish sensations at the worst possible moments, ensuring Seungmin’s day was filled with giggles—much to Han’s (and the other victims of Seungmin’s) amusement.
Suddenly their shared classes didn’t seem all that bad—especially when Seungmin had to read aloud in Charms class.
The professor, oblivious to the subtle flicks of Han’s wand, watched in confusion as Seungmin’s voice wavered between his words, muted squeals mixing with his words as his body wriggled uncontrollably.
The classroom erupted in laughter as the poor puppy tried, and failed, to hide his giggles while attempting the simplest spell.
Even Hyunjin, who had initially been on the fence about the spell, couldn’t suppress his grin as Seungmin let out another helpless shriek.
"This is better than Quidditch," he muttered, earning a snort from Changbin.
#kpop tickle#kpop tickling#stray kids tickle#skz tickle#skz#stray kids#minnielvrr™#stray kids fanfic#skz fanfic#lee seungmin#ler han#sfw tk blog#sfw tk community#sfw twords#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle blog#skz au#stray kids au
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hiiiii!
could I please request day 21, ‘costume’? I’d like lee Pomni and ler!jax if we can do that! Thanks ever so much <3
TickleTober Day 21 - Costume
~Okay, I wrote Jax VERY different to how I did the first time. One, he's a huge asshole, but I still choose to naively believe he isn't all bad. Call it optimistic character study. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Pomni
Ler: Jax
Summary: Caine's adventure for the day leaves each character in an interesting costume, with some having more features than others. Jax gets paired with Pomni and quickly runs out of patience. Instead of his typical violence, he chooses a less painful route of getting his “payback.”
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“This is stupid,” Jax grumped, tugging at the collar of his lion onesie. Caine had decided to have everyone wear a costume for Halloween that day, but had neglected to ask anyone of what or who they’d wanted to be. He just randomly assigned one with a snap of his fingers.
“I didn’t even think we could change our clothes…” Pomni said–mainly to herself–as she flicked the little bell on the collar of her cat onesie. It was quite soft, and she liked the warmth it provided. Well, simulated warmth, but still. She thought she could remember having something similar once, but…the memory was just out of reach.
“You can’t! I have control over your digital bodies, so only I can alter them! Isn’t that exciting?” Caine got right in her face as he explained, making Pomni yelp and jump back. The bell jingled softly with the movement, glinting in the light of the tent.
“No. Not even a little.” Zooble’s monotone response came from nearby. They were less than pleased; Caine had apparently decided they’d make a good zebra, adding more funky patterns to their body.
“We’ll see if you still feel that way after today’s adventure!” Caine’s chipper words made the group groan, save for Ragatha and Kinger. She was in a Panda onesie, while Kinger had been dressed as a goldfish. With his eyes, it was actually rather fitting.
“Today’s adventure is Trick-or-Treat Team-Up! You’ll each be split in pairs of two to explore the tent and knock on doors with the pumpkin symbols! Whichever team gets the most candy wins!”
That actually didn’t sound too bad. Nobody could sense anything dangerous or annoying about it, even if they’d rather be relaxing.
“The teams are: Pomni and Jax, Ragatha and Kinger, and Zooble and Gangle! If anyone chooses not to participate, Bubble has volunteered to go in their place!” Caine gestured proudly to the dead-eyed bubble beside him, her sharp teeth greeting the players in a smile.
Zooble narrowed their eyes, knowing they couldn’t leave Gangle to such a fate. With a sigh, they grabbed the ribbon girl’s hand and went off to find the first door. The other groups followed their lead, though Ragatha lingered a moment, grabbing Jax’s lion tail to get his attention.
“Jax, I need you to promise me that you won’t be a complete jerk to Pomni. The last adventure really shook her up, and I don’t want a simple adventure to become something evil.”
Normally, he would’ve brushed her right off, but that look in her eyes…it kinda scared him. Ragatha was dead serious, actually showing an emotion besides worry or happiness.
“Fine, fine, whatever. I won’t break the clown.” Jax rolled his eyes, but Ragatha could tell he at least sort-of meant it. She left after that, the sounds of her re-explaining the rules to Kinger slowly fading out as they left.
“C’mon. The other teams already have a head start, and I’m not losing an easy challenge.” Jax started walking before Pomni could answer, forcing her to jog to keep up with his long strides.
“R-right. I’ll shout if I see a pumpkin door.” Pomni trailed a step or two behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace. She was much shorter, making it hard to match him.
It only took about two minutes for Jax to almost break his promise.
“Ugh- can you stop that?!” The rabbit man whirled around, glaring down at Pomni as he jabbed a finger at her chest. The small bell on her cat onesie had been jingling with every step, slowly driving him insane.
“I don’t think I can. It’s attached, and only Caine can alter our outfits.” Pomni shrunk back a bit from the yell, but she’d been growing used to his douche-ery. It didn’t bother her as much anymore.
“D-*ploink* it.” Jax groaned, running a hand down his face. Of course he’d gotten stuck with the one person whose costume made annoying noises; that was just his luck. “Walk lighter then. I don’t wanna hear it.”
Pomni sighed, walking only on her tip-toes. She quickly fell much farther behind doing that, stuck about a yard away from him at all times. Surprisingly enough, she was the one who spotted their first door.
“Ooo, over there!” Pomni pointed to one of the doors, a bright orange pumpkin symbol sitting atop the red.
Jax slunk over to it, a small hum of recognition leaving him. Instead of knocking like any sane person would, he took a few steps back, then charged at it. His foot slammed into the red surface, blowing it open. Instead of candy, he received a bucket of green slime to the face.
“Gyack! Oh you motherf-” Before he could finish that sentence, another blast of slime shot out, this one carrying a note. It smacked him in the face, making Pomni giggle.
“Shut up, clown girl!” Flinging some of the goo at her, he unrolled the note and read it out loud. “‘Too hard. Trick-or-Treat, not Beat-for-Treat.’ This is so dumb!”
“I mean, you did kick the door down. It probably got mad and took the candy.” Pomni stated the obvious, absentmindedly tapping the bell on her onesie.
“It’s a door! They don’t have feelings!” Jax snapped, narrowing his yellow-and-black eyes at her. “And what did I say about that stupid bell?!”
Pomni narrowed her eyes in return, challenging him. She’d had about enough of his mean attitude. “It’s Caine! For all we know, he made it an AI NPC! Maybe you should think about that stuff before you just do things!”
“Oh, that is IT!” He was done playing nice. Jax tackled her, loathing the cartoony thump their bodies made as they hit the ground. He was going to start a fight, but Ragatha’s sort-of-threat lingered in his mind. When that woman got mad, she got livid. He’d rather not face her wrath, but he needed some kind of retaliation…
Oh, right. Duh.
Jax dug all eight of his purple fingers into her sides with an indignant huff. “This’ll teach ya to show me some respect!”
Pomni squeaked loudly, sounding almost exactly like a dog toy as she descended into pitchy laughter. Jax couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of it. There’s another item for the “Weird Things Our Bodies Do” list.
“Jeez, you sound like a dog toy! You’re lucky nobody’s modeled after one; you’ve got two reasons for a pooch to maul ya right now.” Jax smirked, giving one of the ears on her onesie a little tug.
“G-GEHEHET OHOHOFF! JAHAHA- squeak OHO GOHOHOD!” Pomni quickly started to lose it, kicking and squirming beneath him as he went for her worst spot. It was hardly fair; he’d guessed it so soon! “WEHEHE’RE GOHONNA LOHOHOHOSE!”
“I don’t really care about that anymore. He didn’t even say there was a prize.” Jax just shrugged, his eyes becoming half-moons as his smug grin grew wider. He was clearly enjoying himself. “This is much more gratifying work.”
“B-BUHUHUT YOUHUHU *squeak* YOU SAHAHAID YOUHU WEREN'T LOHOHOSING AHAHN EHEASY *squeak* CHAHAHALENGE!”
That was impressive, Jax had to give her that. Laughing so hard, yet she still managed a complete, coherent sentence.
“Changed my mind. Don't you know people are progressive?” Jax asked innocently, his tone barely containing the teasing sarcasm in his words.
“THAHAT’S NOHOHOT- *squeak* SHUHUHUT UHUP!” Pomni wriggled beneath his hands, trying to shove them away. Jax seemed to be stronger, though, locking his arms and preventing her escape.
There we go.
“And that's not proper grammar. It's a shame, really; the literary arts are dying. You're a part of the problem, Pomni.” Jax was just saying anything he thought had a chance of annoying her at that point. It was kinda jerky, but it was a lot better than what he'd wanted to do.
“F-*boi-oing*K YOUHUHU!” He was so smug about everything! It was killing her, though a small sort of her was enjoying it. Touch wasn't exactly common in the circus; while the current touch was maddening, it still made her feel a bit better. More alive.
“Nah, I've got plans this afternoon. Thanks for offering, though.” Jax snickered at his own immature comeback, giving both her sides a hearty squeeze.
The rabbit man was more than happy to continue for at least an hour, but the sound of distant screams and spooky sound effects made him think. They probably still had a chance of winning, even after the lengthy distraction. Jax was always one for impulsive decisions.
The tickling ended just as abruptly as it had started, Jax standing and offering Pomni a hand up. She took a minute just to lie there, draping an arm over her face as she giggled.
“Youhu…are a bad person.” Pomni huffed as she begrudgingly took his hand, a small grunt leaving her when he tugged her up from the ground.
“No duh.” Jax chuckled at her flustered state before looking around the hall. “You need water or anything? You're useless to me if you pass out.”
Pomni was a bit shocked by that. He was…asking if she needed something? Genuinely, it seemed? Sure, he was an asshole about it, but it was still shocking.
“Uhm…no, thank you?”
“Good. I didn't wanna make the trip anyway.” He glanced down the hallway of doors before shaking his head. “Don't think he put any more candy doors over here. We're checking behind the stage.”
Then he just walked off, leaving her with all those confusing thoughts and not a single answer. Great.
Pomni hurried after him once again, the bell on her onesie costume jingling once again. That time, however, the jingling noise only made Jax smirk.
Cute…
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squibkin comp cause i miss em every day </3
#okay but they’re so cute#💖💖💖#squib#ler squib#pumpkin#lee pumpkin#ticklish pumpkin#squib x pumpkin#squibkin#squibkin tickle#animation#baman piderman#YouTube#tickle scene
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Pumpkin Spiced Laughter
☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader
☆ Synopsis: Loki and you have a date for pumpkin carving date for your first halloween together. But Loki's impatience and your indecivcess prove to cause a very fun distraction.
☆ Word Count: 1,439
☆ Notes: Loki is cheeky ler and both tease each other. I ended up more busy than I thought so it's shorter than I intended. I'm so sorry request nonny! By the way @lokifan2 also got this prompt request and did a fic for it so you all get two fics!
☆ Warnings: Short. Reader with anxiety-indecisiveness, mutual teasing, I guess... I don't know anything about pumpkin carving so I probably made mistakes.
Pumpkin Spiced Laughter
“Love please, we’ve been here for hours…” Loki begged. “It took you long enough choosing a pumpkin.”
“I know… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I just want it to be perfect…!” you apologized.
Loki should be too surprised. He knew what he was in for when he asked you to date him.
After all, the second that question left his lips you looked like a deer in headlights, a million futures flashing though your head. He had been a villain, but he was so sweet, but he was a player, not that he ever treated you like a casual conquest, but he could grow bored of you, or you could grow old together and be happy.
It had its perks, dating someone so indecisive. You always showered him with little gifts because you could choose what you liked better for him. You were profoundly perfectionist to handmade gifts were as good as anything store-bought. It always meant you could always have an option for the next date when you chose the other one, which also meant there were certain next dates. Not to mention you always chose the most gorgeous outfits, even if it meant preparing from early on so you wouldn’t be late.
Not that Loki didn’t worry about it, and you had been doing better. The hours of dressing up became just one, the cascade of gifts turned to just one or two, and soon you found date ideas you liked better.
But still, on days like this, the old anxiety bug bites you and you’d take eons to decide. What started as a simple pumpkin carving date became a torture session to the impatient young god.
“Isn’t this one two small?” you had asked.
“It’s lovely, darling” Loki assured you as you looked at the pile of pumpkins you were going to choose. “But you can choose another one.”
“I don’t like the stain it had here” you pointed out.
“Alright… just pick another one.” Loki said, trying to remain calm.
“This one is shaped here like a cashew…” you whined and picked another one. “And this one has a sick color.”
“Darling…” Loki sighed after the first hour. “My legs are sore… the sun is making me dizzy and I’m getting hungry…”
“Sorry, sorry. I just want a good pumpkin” you apologized sweetly, and Loki regretted complaining.
“I know… sorry.” He sighed. “I’ll go wait in the shade; I can’t stand the heat.”
“Okay, I’ll catch up to you soon, popsicle” you promised.
Surely you took way too long to choose, but at least he took some cold drink and used the fan on your backpack to cool down.
“Hi, love, I found my pumpkin” you smiled proudly.
Loki wanted to point out that it was the “too small” pumpkin. But you paid and finally you got to get home.
“I can’t wait for the temperature to go down…” Loki sighed.
“Are you kidding?! It’s freezing” you whined.
“Not for me, love I’m sorry” he sighed. “I always thought I was weird, never imagined Frost Giant level weird.”
“I think you’re perfect just the way you are” you smiled. “I adore you.”
“Do you already know what you’re gonna carve on it?” Loki asked, knowing he already knew what he’d do, after all he was a master with his dagger.
“I’m not sure…” you admitted.
“Darling…!” Loki scolded you.
“I’m sorry, I want it to be special!” you whined. “It’s out first Halloween together, I want it to be memorable!”
“Love, at this pace it’ll be a Christmas jack-o-lantern…” Loki tried joking to keep his concerns light-hearted.
Still, Loki tried being proactive by helping you brainstorm. Scary faces were gruesome, funny faces weren’t for an important occasion, just shapes were lazy, portraits were too complicated, and it’d be too big of a chance of error.
By the time you arrived home, there was still not a decision made, and Loki sighed.
That’s how he got here. Loki was already done, his pumpkin already beautifully carved with a floral frame at the top and the bottom and all over the middle part with beautiful decorations of moments with you two and a lovely note, proclaiming all his love for you, which earned him “show off” scoffing and teasing. And in retrospect he worried he unintentionally added more pressure on you.
He even offered you to empty scoop up the guts to keep himself busy while you thought about what to do. And still, you didn’t know what to carve.
“I could do a Disney character.” You thought out loud. “But that’s also cliché…”
“Darling, please…” Loki begged. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say the following thing out loud, but I want to go watch a movie and cuddle you…”
You looked at him with a frown, tempted by that option.
“Please baby, I want it to be perfect” you asked.
“That’s it…” Loki huffed and pulled you in his lap.
“Eh?!?” you squeaked.
And before you could ask anything else, Loki’s fingers skittered along your sides.
“Whahahahat?!” you squealed. “Whyhy? Hahahahaha! Stop!”
“Oh dear, just helping to persuade you to make a choice” Loki purred into your ear. “My darling, if I don’t help you, the pumpkin will be rotten before you can even get the first stab in.”
“Nohohohoho! S-Stop! Hahahahaha!” you giggled as Loki kneaded your belly, making you double over in laughter. “This is cruel! Hehehehe!”
“Cruel?” Loki spoke softly, his finger squeezing your waistline and kissing your cheek softly, always wanting to make sure you knew he wasn’t truly upset with you. “My love, this is just motivation for our date activity, if anything I’m helping this date advance. Not to mention this is way more fun than watching you trying to decide.”
“Eheehee!” you squeaked. “Plehehehease! Quit it!”
“Remember when I begged you to choose something and it still took you hours, maybe I’ll take the same time…” he purred into your ear as he spidered up to tickle your ribs.
“Plehehehease! Nohohohoho morehehehehe!” you laughed. “I’m sohohohohorry! I’ll carve something!”
“You promise?” Loki teased.
“Yehehehehes! I promihihihihihise!” you begged. “I cahahan’t! Hahahaha! SNNNRK! Hahaha!”
Loki couldn’t help but burst out laughing at your snort. Anyone from his childhood would think that after years among humans he became insane and unstable. But reality was much simpler, he was just that happy and carefree with you.
No royalty pressure to be perfect and stoic. He could be silly, mischievous, and free without consequence as long as he wasn’t harming others, which became surprisingly easy. Humans were fragile, but a few lessons on human limits and psychological boundaries and Loki was allowed to be a cheeky prankster to his heart’s content. To him, being this joyful was the most logical outcome.
“Oh, my gods!” he laughed, holding you in his arms. “Alright! Hahaha! I think that was enough…”
“Okay, okay…” you smiled, panting and looked at you timidly as you finally caught your breath. “You win… You win…”
“Does that mean that you will please carve something already?” Loki asked with a smile, before his tone turned back to teasing for a second. “Or do I have to persuade you some more~?”
“No… I just…”
“Love, it doesn’t have to be perfect or flashy, it can be a little bit minimalist” he smiled, “even an ordinary design. The point is we do a fun activity together. Doing it together is special enough.”
You smiled at him and looked at your carving knife, playing with it indecisively.
“And if it helps, next year I can teach you to make more elaborate designs if you’re not too confident in your skill” Loki offered, playing with his dagger.
“I think I know what to carve” you smiled. “It’s not too crazy but…”
“It’ll be great” Loki cut you off, so you couldn’t keep feeding your insecurities.
You got to work, and Loki sat nearby, hearing the knife slowly work its magic and after a while, you called for him.
“I think it’s done” you announced.
Loki walked to sit beside you, and you were bouncing with prideful excitement. He couldn’t help but smile, but when you turned your little pumpkin around to reveal the design, he felt his eyes water.
It was simple design of two minimalist yet adorable cartoons of you and him with a heart crossed arrow referencing something he said when he got poetic-drunk… except it was a dagger and the little most lovely expression “1st of hopefully many years full of love and laughter”. He slowly picked up the pumpkin in his arms.
“Do you like it?” you asked softly.
“Darling, it’s perfect…”
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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #171-180
A collection of the MHA Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.
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171) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku
“Aww, they’re so cute!”
For a split second, Shinsou felt his cheeks flush, thinking his boyfriend was talking about him. But then his eyes fell on the sugar cookies he’d just pulled out of the oven – the ones with Halloween-themed decorations stamped onto them – and he let out a breath as he pulled off his oven mitts.
“Yeah, they are pretty cute, aren’t they?” he chuckled.
Deku’s mop of green hair popped into his vision then, followed by his wide smile and teasing wink. “Not as cute as you, though, Toshi~”
This time, Shinsou really did blush. “W-What…?”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice~” Deku teased, poking his side. “I saw your eyes light up when you thought I was talking about you. You’re adorable.”
“What? No, I didn’t!” Shinsou retorted, tossing his mitts onto the counter and crossing his arms defiantly. “You just…caught me off-guard.”
Deku smirked, poking him again. “Come on~” And again. “Admit it.” And again, drawing a muffled squeak out of the taller boy. “You like it when I call you cute.”
“N-Nohoho, I don’t!”
“You don’t?” Deku tapped his chin in mock pondering for a moment, then suddenly dove for his boyfriend, pushing him against the wall and digging into his sides playfully. “Then maybe beautiful? Talented? Brave? Any of those doing it for you, Toshi?”
“Ahahahahahaha nohohohohoho! Izuhuhuhuhuku!”
“No? You’re really making me work for it.” Deku’s eyes then caught on one of the cooling sugar cookies and he grinned triumphantly, turning to look up at Shinsou. “I got it! Pumpkin~”
Shinsou’s eyes widened as he cackled even harder, squirming uselessly against the wall, a mess of hysterics and blushing. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”
“Ooh, that’s the one, is it?”
“Nohohohohoho!”
“Pumpkin~” Deku cooed, darting down to his boyfriend’s hips. “Won’t you smile for me, my pumpkin?”
Shinsou laughed and tossed his head back so hard he slammed it into the wall, causing Deku to immediately let up on his playful attack with a gasp.
“Oh my gosh, Toshi! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tickled you there when you were against the wall, I knew better—”
He was rambling – the perfect opportunity to get him back.
Shinsou wrapped his arms around his waist and hoisted him up with ease, making Deku squeal with surprise and grasp his shoulders, smiling down at him with a pink blush of his own. “Toshi?”
“Zu,” Shinsou cooed up at him, then flashed an evil smile. “You know, I need to make sure to eat healthy before I dig into these cookies…”
Deku shrieked and kicked as his boyfriend assaulted him with raspberry after raspberry to his belly and ribs, filling the kitchen with laughter as sweet as the Halloween cookies waiting to be enjoyed.
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172) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou
When Bakugou was in the mood to destroy someone, he could be a real terror.
That’s why Deku loved being tickled by him so much, even if it always made him desperate for even a moment’s respite.
“Not so cocky now, are you, nerd?” Bakugou growled, fingers deep in Deku’s ribs, digging and drilling with everything he had and making the greenette scream.
“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Deku laughed helplessly, wishing for all the world that he could bring his arms down to protect himself. But once again – as was custom now – his blonde friend had tied his arms above him to the bed so he wasn’t going anywhere. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”
“Take back what you said about me, and I might think about letting you go,” Bakugou demanded, sliding one hand down to ghost his fingers along Deku’s hipline. “Or else…”
Deku shrieked in a ticklish panic. “OKAHAHAHAHAY, OKAY!! I TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHACK!!”
Bakugou let up slightly, switching to light scribbling along his rival’s belly, letting him gasp for breath and giggle out leftovers. “So I’m not too reckless when I’m blowing those extras sky high?”
“I…” Deku whimpered, squirming, knowing he had to be really careful lest he get thrown right back into the fire again. “I mean…y-you are, but…but I won’t say it out loud again!”
“That’s not good enough, nerd.” The blonde dug a single thumb into one of his hips in warning. Deku squeaked and arched his back.
“I cahahan’t lie! Y-You neeheheed to work on your c-controhohohol so you don’t accidentally huhuhuhurt one of us!”
Bakugou’s eyes darkened, but his lips tugged upward in a dangerous smirk. “Oho, telling me how to fight now, eh?”
“Nononono—!”
“Fine, then.” The blonde grasped his hips and growled playfully, “Begging for ‘Kacchan’ to stop won’t do you any good now, Deku. Now you beg Dynamight!”
It didn’t take very long after that for Deku to submit and plead for mercy like he never had before. If he thought Bakugou was a terror, Dynamight was a monster.
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173) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou
“My hands are cold,” Bakugou said, sounding surprised.
Deku glanced at him, blinked, and frowned. “They are?” His friend’s hands never got cold; it was one of the advantages of his explosive quirk. Sure, in winter it was harder for him to work up enough of a sweat to really be at his most destructive, but the mere fact that he could create tiny explosions in the palms of his hands meant they never got cold. It seemed impossible.
“Yeah,” the blonde said now, and it looked like he was trying to call up a few firecrackers to alleviate his symptoms. After a few moments, he cursed and grumbled, “Damn winter. My hands are too dry.”
“Interesting,” Deku said, already reaching for his notebook and pen.
“You are not seriously about to take notes on me right in front of my face,” Bakugou snapped.
Deku froze, sitting back on the couch cushions slowly. “N-No, of course not.”
“If you want to make yourself useful, figure out a way for me to warm up my hands. They’re freezing!”
“Well…” Deku glanced around. “We probably still have some hand warmers around here somewhere. If not we could warm up a water bottle—”
Suddenly Bakugou was lunging for him, making Deku screech in surprise and throw his arms up defensively, reflexively.
“W-What are you doing, Kacchan?!”
“I know how to warm my hands up,” Bakugou growled, but the wicked smirk on his lips told Deku everything he needed to know in the seconds before he was suddenly squealing with laughter, arms clamped to his sides and legs kicking uselessly.
“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN!!” he cried, trying and failing to push his friend away. “YOUR HAHAHAHAHANDS ARE COLD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Bakugou snorted. “They are? Really? Who would have thought, nerd? Not like I’ve been sitting here telling you how cold they are.” The blonde wiggled his fingers even deeper into the greenette’s armpits, making the smaller boy toss his head back and shriek gleefully. “Besides, I don’t think you mind helping out, do you, ticklish little Deku?”
Deku let out a whine and tried rolling away, but Bakugou’s knee was there to keep him from escaping off the side of the couch. “KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN!!”
“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” the blonde teased, wiggling mercilessly into his friend’s armpits. “I can feel my hands warming up already. Just deal with it for another couple of minutes, nerd. You can do that, right?”
All Deku could do in reply was laugh.
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174) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku
Deku couldn’t fathom what he was looking at on the TV screen. Just moments ago he’d been whooping Bakugou in a game of Mario Kart – on Rainbow Road, no less! – and the next, the blonde was cruising over the finish line an entire lap ahead of him.
At first the grenette was willing to let it go – maybe he’d gotten so caught up in the gaming that he’d missed his friend passing him? – but then Bakugou laughed and pumped his fist in the air proudly and that was it. He had to know what had happened.
“How did you get ahead of me?” Deku asked, casually crossing the finish line in third place and looking at his atomic friend.
“I’m just that good, nerd, obviously!”
“But…you’ve been losing all day—”
“Shut up! No I haven’t! I’ve been going easy on your ass to make you feel better, but now I’m bringing out the big guns. No more Mr. Nice Guy!”
Deku frowned, glancing at the screen. Bakugou was so far ahead of him now as the post-track scene played, waiting for them to move on to the awards ceremony. The greenette swore Bakugou had been leagues behind him just a minute before, but there was no other way to explain the sudden turnaround unless…
“Kacchan…did you cheat?”
Bakugou nearly threw his controller at him. “Of course not, you damn nerd! I just beat you! What, gonna be a sore loser now?”
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Deku insisted. “You were behind me, I know you were—”
“So cry me a river! Rainbow Road is my specialty!”
Deku didn’t believe him for a second. He frowned, considering how to go about his next approach. “Kacchan.” When the blonde finally looked at him directly, the smaller boy raised his hands like claws and said, “Tell me the truth.”
Bakugou was out of his seat and out the door into the cold so fast Deku could hardly believe his eyes. Still, he chased after the blonde – thank goodness OFA was faster than his friend’s explosions! – and quickly used Blackwhip to stop him in his tracks.
“Let me go, you stupid nerd! I didn’t cheat – wait!”
Deku quickly straddled him and smirked, knowing full well that his friend was lying and determined to prove it. “Wait for what, Kacchan?”
“Don’t – don’t try anything, damn Deku!”
But Deku just shrugged and, using Blackwhip to keep the blonde’s arms out of his way, started tickling his ribs and underarms without any further preamble.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA DEHEHEHEHEHEKU NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Bakugou screamed with laughter, thrashing in the snow helplessly, tiny sparks lighting up his palms. “FUHUHUHUCK IT’S COHOHOHOHOLD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
“You’re the one who ran out here!” Deku laughed, easily and mercilessly keeping up with his friend’s squirming and booming laughter. “It’s your own fault if you get snow down your pants. Now…how exactly did you cheat back there, huh? Gonna tell me?”
Bakugou did eventually admit to his wrongdoing – but only after another several minutes of hysterical cackles and complaining about the snow.
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175) Lee Kaminari, Ler Kirishima
“Wow. That’s…a lot of lights,” Denki murmured as he began to pull the long string of colored lights out of the box.
Kirishima – who was busy fussing with a wreath for the door – turned and grinned at him. “Go big or go home! Hey, if any of the lights aren’t working, do you think your quirk can get them to come back on?”
“I’m pretty sure I’d blow them all up if I tried that.”
“You never know!”
“Let’s just see if they’ll untangle first.”
“It’s always a hassle, isn’t it? Glad you’re the one doing it.”
“Thanks.”
The two of them had decided it was way past time for the common area of their dorms to be decorated for the holidays, so with Aizawa’s permission, they’d raided the storage closet and found the wreaths, lights, knickknacks, and of course the tree. They knew Sero and Mina would be down later to help (and probably Bakugou, though he’d never openly admit to wanting to decorate) once they were finished with a different task.
“Ah!” Denki exclaimed suddenly. “Kiri, help!”
Kirishima turned hurriedly. “What, what?!”
“The lights!” The blonde held up his hands, which had somehow gotten so wrapped up in the green string connecting the lights that he couldn’t get out of it. “I’m stuck!”
The redhead laughed, hopping down from the stepstool he’d been on to come and help. “This takes ‘getting tangled in the lights’ to a whole new level, bro.”
“Just get me out,” Denki whined, holding out his hands for Kirishima to unwrap like a present.
Kirishima inspected the mess and moved to help…then stopped. He looked at Denki. He smirked.
“No,” Denki pleaded, grinning already. “No, don’t even think about – Kihihihihihiri!” He squealed with giggles as Kirishima suddenly attacked his sides and ribs while he was helpless to stop him. All he could do was wiggle and squirm, trying to turn and run but only pulled back against his friend’s chest while he tickled crazily all over his torso.
“Come on, where’s that smile? It’s Christmas! Cheer up!”
“I ahahahahaham smihihihihihiling!” Denki laughed, wriggling desperately. “Plehehehehease, stohohohohohop!”
“All right, all right,” Kirishima relented, chuckling himself as he turned his friend back around to face him and got to work untangling him for real. “Maybe I should help with the lights. Doing it solo doesn’t seem like it’s a good idea.”
“Just so you know, if you get tangled in them, I’m getting revenge,” Denki warned with a grin.
Kiri grinned right back.
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176) Switches Todoroki and Natsuo
“Time for winter uniforms already, huh?” Natsuo remarked as he plopped on the couch next to his younger brother, bowl of popcorn in hand. They were about to watch a movie now that Fuyumi had gone out for a couple of hours; it was rare for the two of them to have any time alone, and they didn’t really know how to interact beyond pleasantries and movies or gaming.
They were working on it. The whole family was.
Todoroki nodded and reached for a handful from the bowl. “Yeah. Not much different from my summer uniform, really.”
“You wear long sleeves even in the summer, right? Even though half your quirk tends to burn it to ashes?”
Todoroki shrugged a little sheepishly, now reaching for the remote that lay between them. “I guess so.”
“What is it? You just don’t want the class to see how toned you’ve gotten?” Natsuo teased, aiming a quick jab for his brother’s ribs that made him squeak and dart his arm back to his side reflexively.
“I don’t care about that,” Todoroki managed through a timid smile. “But Bakugou kind of handles that showing off thing for me, so…”
“So you don’t want to be too extra?” Natsuso poked him again.
“That – that’s exahahactly how he’d prhrahahase it – Nat, plehehease!” Todoroki gradually broke down into a fit of giggles, the popcorn in his hand spilling to his lap and the floor as he squirmed with every poke and pinch to his ribs.
Natsuo chuckled and put the bowl aside entirely, reaching both hands for the younger boy’s torso. “How are things going with him, by the way? Any progress? Have you confessed yet? Come on, I wanna know all about my little brother’s love life!”
“Nahahahahahat, plehehehehehehease!”
“Please what?”
Instead of falling into the trap of asking for more tickles or begging him to stop entirely, Todoroki darted his hands for Natsuo’s knees and squeezed.
“Ah! No fahahahahahair!” his brother squealed, instantly going into defensive mode, giggling and pushing Todoroki’s hands away. “Your knehehehehehees aren’t tihihihicklish – you dohohohohon’t know what it’s lihihihihihike!”
Todoroki scoffed, but he was grinning. “Like I’m not more than ticklish enough everywhere else to make up for it? Come on, Nat – you started it. Show me what you’ve got!”
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177) Lee Kirishima, Lers Deku and Bakusquad
“Are you sure you’re comfortable, Kirishima?” Deku asked, glancing at his friend, whose only body parts he could see were his head and his feet.
The redhead grinned up at him. “Oh, yeah! It’s actually kind of cozy.”
“Just making sure,” the smaller boy replied. He turned his attention back to where Bakugou, Mina, Sero, and Kaminari were roughhousing near the shoreline, trying to wrestle each other into the oncoming waves or something of that nature. Under other circumstances Deku would worry that Kiri wasn’t with them, but their mutual friend had asked to be buried in the sand and left to rest for a while, so that’s what had happened.
“Uh-oh, you’ve got your thinking face on,” Kiri teased, drawing his classmate’s attention back to him. "What’s up, Midoriya?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about your quirk,” Deku admitted sheepishly, grinning a little. “Like, if a villain attacked right now, would you be able to get out on your own? Would you be stuck there until someone got you out? That kind of thing.”
“Hmm,” Kiri mused, closing his eyes to soak up the sun for a few moments before saying, “Let’s try it.”
Deku blinked. “What?”
Kirishima grunted, and it took the greenette a moment to register that he was trying to break free of his sandy grave. He watched for several seconds as the redhead huffed and puffed and managed to free just a bit more of his neck and ankles, but that was it.
“Well, I guess they did a good job,” Kiri chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, even with my hardening quirk activated.”
“Interesting,” Deku hummed, filing the information away for later. “But maybe you need better motivation?”
“Like what?”
With a smile, Deku snaked a hand down to Kirishima’s bare foot and scribbled against it gently.
“Ah! Midohohoriya!” Kiri giggled, eyes going wide for a split second before squeezing shut. “No fahahahair! I can’t defend mysehehehelf!”
“Are you really stuck?” Deku asked, scooting down to get better access to both of his friend’s feet now, scribbling freely along them with very little resistance due to his friend’s position. “You’re hardly moving at all; are you actually trying to get out?”
“Of cohohohohourse I ahahahaham!” Kiri whined, snickering helplessly, the only free parts of his body shaking and wiggling slightly from the sensations. “Midohohohoriya! W-Wahahahait, the ohohohohothers—!”
“Ooh, why didn’t I think of that?” Mina squealed as she hurried over to them, the rest of the gang right behind her, all with mischievous smiles on their faces. “He’s in prime position for some tickle torture!”
Kirishima shrieked, but the flash of excitement in his eyes wasn’t lost on anyone. “N-Now hold on a second! I didn’t ask for this – Bakugou, I swear to gohohohohohod! Ahahahahahaha, nooooo!”
But Bakugou was just smirking knowingly, and soon all five of them were taking turns tickling the trapped redhead. This day at the beach sure had taken a turn, but no one was complaining about it.
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178) Lee Sero, Ler Todoroki
“That’s certainly an innovative use of your quirk,” Todoroki commented with a grin as he watched Sero used his arm’s tape to wrap around the back of the kite, whose string had long since gone missing.
“It’s smart, right?” Sero replied with a smile of his own. “Who needs a new kite when I can just repurpose my old one with my own creativity?”
Todoroki chuckled, watching as his boyfriend finished wrapping up the kite and then took off running, trying to get it to catch air. After a couple of failed attempts he finally managed it, and Todoroki casually strolled over to where he stood now, watching the kite soar the whole way.
Sero grinned at him. “Pretty cool, yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“I haven’t flown a kite in years. Definitely not since before junior high.” Sero watched it dart side to side with the wind. “It’s kind of silly, but…I missed it.”
Todoroki smiled and moved to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “You’re cute.”
“Am not,” Sero retorted.
“Of course you are.” Todoroki observed that his partner’s arms were in a slightly raised position to keep the kite flying, and he smirked. “You’re also wide open, you know.”
“Hmm? H-Hey!” Sero gasped and trembled at the maddeningly light touch of Todoroki’s fingers grazing his sides and waistline, just enough for it to tickle but not enough for it to be bad – yet. “W-What are you doing? You know I’m t-tihihihicklish!”
Todoroki kept up his slow, light pace with a smile, barely grazing his fingernails along his boyfriend’s body, curious how long he’d hold out. “I know. And you know I like tickling people. Especially people who are cute when they’re flying a kite.”
“Thahahat’s stupidly specific, Sh-Shohohohoto,” Sero snickered lightly, shivering and grinning and trying to keep his composure. “You tihihihickle every cute person flying a kihihihihite?”
“Mmm…nah. Just you.” Todoroki couldn’t help but pinch his sides, making him squeak and giggle in earnest, the tape from his arms wavering as Sero brought them down protectively.
“Shohohohoto!”
“All right, I’ll stop,” the peppermint boy said, going back to just snuggling his partner instead. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Sero relaxed and glanced back up at the kite, a lingering smile on his face. He thought it was adorable the way his boyfriend loved making others laugh. “You’re pretty cute, too.”
Todoroki just hummed and hugged him closer, contentedly enjoying the afternoon with his boyfriend.
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179) Lee Todoroki, Lers Natsuo and Fuyumi
“W-Wahahahahahahait – plehehehehehehease, guys!”
Natsuso smirked playfully down at his little brother who – thanks to his and Fuyumi’s efforts – was currently half-curled in on himself, giggling crazily as they scribbled and scratched across his torso and waist.
“Wait for what? Huh?” he teased, deftly catching Todoroki’s wrist when it came down protectively, gently wiggling into his underarm. “Weren’t you practically begging us to tickle you just a minute ago?”
Even lit by only a flashlight, Todoroki’s face clearly turned pink at the insinuation. “I dihihihihid nohohohohohohot!”
“Hmm…Fuyumi, wouldn’t you say that Shoto acting all cute and leaving himself wide open was invitation enough for us to play around a little bit?”
“I believe it was,” their sister replied, giggling along with Todoroki as she pinched his sides. “After all, if he kept his arms above his head and kept looking at us like that, how could we not want to tickle him?”
Todoroki whined, squirming to the side when his sister tickled his ribs, then trying to pull his arm down when his brother scribbled in his armpit. He blushed furiously, but couldn’t bring himself to protest any of this. He hadn’t exactly been trying to tempt them into tickling him by laying in the grass with his arms behind his head, but…he hadn’t exactly not been trying to, either.
“Ehehehehehehehe plehehehehehehehease!” he begged, heart racing in anticipation when both of his older siblings suddenly grabbed an arm and lay it flat on the ground so he was almost in a T pose. They lay gently on top of his limbs, pinning him, and shot him mischievous smiles. Todoroki gasped, giggling helplessly even though they weren’t touching him yet. “Ah! W-Wahahahait, wait!”
“For what, Shoto?” Fuyumi cooed, dragging a single fingertip down the short length of his underarm, making him jerk and cackle briefly. “Would it really help you if we waited?”
“Or would you rather just get on with it, little bro?” Natsuo asked, repeating the gesture on his other side.
Todoroki shivered, glancing at each of them in turn, his giddiness nearly overwhelming. He lifted his gaze to the stars they’d all been observing and chatting about together beforehand, then squeezed his eyes shut and murmured, “Just do it already.”
Needing no further invitation, Natsuo and Fuyumi each began to scribble into his armpits with purpose, and Todoroki pressed his lips together defiantly for all of three seconds before he couldn’t help himself and the first waves of laughter spilled out, followed by useless squirming and pleading.
“Nohohohohohohohoooo! Plehehehehehehehehease, it’s so bahahahahahahahahad!”
His siblings merely exchanged grins.
“And yet, you’re not asking us to stop~” Natsuo teased.
“So we’ll just have to keep going, little brother~” Fuyumi added.
Todoroki lay giggling and laughing beneath the stars for a while after that, but he hadn’t felt so content and loved in a long time. It was worth it.
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180) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki
Todoroki felt incredibly content. How could he not? He was lying under the warm spring sun with his beautiful, hotheaded boyfriend, snuggled up on his chest with the other boy’s arm wrapped around his waist. It was so calming and comforting. He loved moments like this, even more because they were so rare. While the picnic had been his idea, the cuddling had been Bakugou’s, and he felt he could die happy in this moment and have no regrets.
“Should have had waffles,” the blonde murmured.
Todoroki considered a moment, then decided he didn’t know what he meant and said, “Huh?”’
“We’re being such saps right now. We could make our own syrup and have waffles.”
The half-and-half hero snorted. “Look at you, showing off your knowledge.”
“Do you not know that syrup comes from certain trees?”
“Hush.” Todoroki nuzzled his boyfriend’s chest and pinched his ribs. “Let me enjoy this without your smart mouth ruining it.”
“Oi, don’t call me a smart mouth—hey!” Bakugou shot his free arm down protectively when Todoroki began pinching him with more purpose. “Knohohock it off!”
“I told you to hush. You’re ruining the moment.” Todoroki remain stubbornly where he was, effectively trapping at least one of Bakugou’s arms as he pinched up and down his ribs, making the blonde jerk and giggle despite himself. The peppermint boy smiled at the sound.
“Asshohohohole! I’ll ruhuhuin the moment more if you keheheheheep tickling me!”
Without another word, Todoroki strategically darted to scribble into the side of Bakugou he was laying on, making it so that he couldn’t stop him with either of his arms anymore thanks to their positioning. The snort the blonde let out made his heart leap, and he grinned as his partner squirmed and tried to hold back his giggles.
“Okay, okahahahahay, I’ll shuhuhuhut up about sahahahahap!” Bakugou whined after a few moments, tapping Todoroki’s shoulder in a gesture of submission. “Shohohohohohoto!”
Todoroki slowed to a stop, then wrapped his arm around his partner’s middle and hugged him closer, determined to snuggle him even more now. “You’re so warm.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Again with the sap—”
This time when Todoroki struck, it was with sudden, playful determination. He swung a leg over to trap the blonde where he was and dove his hand into his boyfriend’s armpit, making him screech and toss his head back as laughter spilled out of him beyond his control.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! OKAY I’LL STOHOHOHOHOHOP I PROHOHOHOHOHOMISE!! SHOTO!!” Bakugou cried, struggling to no avail. He cackled as his partner found the sweet spot between his armpit and ribs, making his whole body spasm with ticklishness, a shriek flying past his lips. “FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
With a satisfied smirk, Todoroki flopped down on top of him and curled up again, nuzzling him even more now. “That’s more like it.”
“Tch. All right, all right. Come here, snuggles.” The blonde wrapped both arms and legs around him in a cuddly trap that made the other boy visibly melt. Bakugou smiled softly at him. “You’re cute, you know? Something so simple makes you so happy.”
Todoroki hummed contentedly, smiling as well. He didn’t say anything in response; he merely soaked up the moment while it lasted. Bakugou cuddling him was a rarity he didn’t want to miss a single second of.
The warm sun on the remains of their shared picnic together wasn’t so bad, either.
#fanfiction#tickle drabbles#coffee shots#quick prompts#sentence starters#compilation#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#izuku midoriya#deku#bakugou katsuki#shinsou hitoshi#shindeku#denki kaminari#kirishima eijirou#red riot#chargebolt#todoroki siblings#todoroki shoto#sero hanta#todosero#todobaku#tickling#ticklish#tickle
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Hi! There’s this video I’ve been searching for a long time. It used to be on yt and I think the title was ”trick n’ treat” the hue of the video was red-ish/orange and the lee who was tied on the bed had a pumpkin over his head and feet is some kind of wood thing. The ler, another guy, had rings on his fingers and was such a skilled and teasy ler. I wonder if you know this one?
Hi!
I don’t have it but I found the preview clips. It’s on the X-Feathers clips 4 sale under Halloween Tickle 1 and Halloween Tickle 2. Hope you enjoy!
#tickling#ticklish#upperbody tickling#armpit tickling#underarm tickling#male knee tickling#knee tickling#m/m tickling#male tickling#male upperbody tickling#male underarm tickling#male armpit tickling#tickle video#tickle request
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Bringing this back from the depths to say the same demon is doing the same thing with Jack/Pumpkin
LITERALLY. THE BITCH CAN’T EVEN F E E L I DON’T THINK, BUT IT’S THAT LITTLE DEMON IN MY BRAIN THAT HAS AN OBSESSION WITH MAKING STOIC OR JUST COMPLETELY NUMB BITCHES EXTREMELY TICKLISH-
#I call him Pumpkin bc Jack is just way too human of a name to feel right in TSAMS#Lee!Jack-o-Moon#Sun and Moon Show tickles#Sun and Moon Show Jack#My pets be judgin’#they judging hard-#especially floof.#fnaf tickles#sun and moon show#ler!mood thoughts#solar flare#<—#old tags
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Hey hey! :D I have a small request if you have time and want to! Soo if you got time and want to could you pls write ler!loki with lee!female reader? Maybe Loki somehow finds out the oh so tough agent that’s been constantly teasing him (back) is ticklish and that adorably so? Feel free to add whatever :)
I wish a great day/night and feel free to just skip the ask ^^
A/n: I hope you enjoy and I'm so sorry that it took so long!
The oh so tough agent.
A V's scareoween special.
You hide your emotions well, Loki had to admit that but he wasn't called the God of mischief, lies and stories just because it sounded cool.
It all happened late one night, Tony had decided to break out the Halloween decorations and you were walking around to look at all of them.
You had never really had a Halloween party, no matter how bad you wanted it because it wasn't really popular in your country but now walking around under all the decorations.
It made you a little emotional, you had always tried to be indifferent about everything but when you were alone, you showed how you really felt.
All though you weren't completely alone.
Loki was standing in a shadowy corner, watching as awe filled your eyes.
Just as you turned around to look at the somehow floating pumpkin's you heard a voice behind you "Well well well, who would have thought the tough little agent wasn't so tough after all"
"Loki! What are you doing here?!" You gasped as you turned around. Your mask falling back into place.
He didn't respond, just walked over to you and stood beside you. Looking up at the giant jack-o'-lantern that Stark put up.
"You know, if I didn't know any better I would say you're quite a nice person" you said trying to act a lot colder then you are.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Know better?"
Without any further or do Loki literally launched himself at you and tackled you onto the carpet.
"Loki! What in the high heavens are you doing!" You yell as you try and fight your way out of his grip.
"You, my little agent, may think that your good at hiding this but I've seen your little smiles when my oaf of a brother chases Sargeant Barnes when he threatens to steal his pop tarts, or when Wilson managed to blow something up again" Loki said as he pulled your arms above your head and pinned them there "But you also have a very different reaction, how your face turns slightly red when Stark tickles the spiderling when he's feeling down. I wonder why that would have any effect on you"
He slowly, teasingly unbuckled your bullet proof vest that you always wore and lightly traced your ribs over your thin shirt.
"Could it be that the tough S. H. I. E. L. D agent... Is devastatingly ticklish?"
"I have no idea what you're talking abHIHIHI" you couldn't even finish your sentence as Loki suddenly prodded at your ribs.
"My my i guess that means that I'm right" he muttered as he slowly inched his hands to rest on your ribs.
"Loki we can talk about this" you said with a nervous giggle.
He stilled for a moment before giving you his famous smirk "you should have thought about that before you started teasing me back" before diving in without mercy.
You let out a scream of laughter and your back arched, you legs fought around to get out of his death grip.
"LOKIHIHHIHI!" you screamed through your laughter as he suddenly switched to your hip bones, how he knew where you where ticklish was beyond where you could think right now.
"Who knew the agent could be so adorable" he mused as he spidered around before blowing a long raspberry in-between your neck and shoulder.
"HAHAHHAHHAHHA" your face was red and a wide smile split your face in half you didn't even know that you were this ticklish.
After what felt like hours he finally let up but continues to sit on your waist.
"If you tell- anyone about this I'm going to kill you" you said through gasps of air but unfortunately your smile betrayed your death threat.
"Yeah I've heard that one before" Loki said with a grin, he stood up and pulled you up as well even though your legs felt like jelly.
"I'll see you later, little agent" he said with a smirk before disappearing.
As you walked back to your room you slowly began to realise something, he never said he wouldn't tell anyone.
#v's scareoween#tickle fic#lee!reader#marvel tickle#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#request#ler!loki#loki laufeyson#s.h.i.e.l.d.
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i love your writing !! can you please do a fix where the reader had a bad day and is overthinking decorating a pumpkin and loki tickles bcuz they won't start it
💖🫶🏻 aww thank you so much!! Loki is in my top 5, he's literally made to be mischievous. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Loki notices you're overthinking, deciding there's only one way to fix that.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Loki
It had been one of those days, the kind where everything seemed to pile up at once. By the time you made it home, you were exhausted, but determined to enjoy the quiet of the evening. Loki had suggested the two of you carve pumpkins together - a simple, fun way to distract yourself.
You sat at the table, staring at the pumpkin in front of you. The tools were all neatly lined up, the stencil you printed was ready to go, but you couldn’t make yourself start. Every time you reached for a tool, a voice in your head would second-guess your choices.
“What if I mess it up? What if it’s crooked? This is supposed to be fun, but I don’t even know where to begin...” you thought.
Loki, who had been watching you with a curious gaze, stood from his seat, his own pumpkin half-finished. He tilted his head. “What seems to be the problem, love?”
“I just... don’t want to mess it up,” you admitted, fidgeting with the edge of the pumpkin. “I want it to look perfect.”
“Ah,” Loki said, crossing his arms as he approached you. “The fear of imperfection. Quite the human predicament.”
You sighed, shoulders slumping. "It's silly, I know. But I just... I can't get started."
A mischievous gleam sparked in Loki's eyes, and before you could react, his fingers darted toward your sides. The touch was gentle, but immediate, and you let out an involuntary squeak.
“Loki! What are yohohou doing?!” you shrieked, squirming in your seat as he wiggled his fingers more persistently along your ribs.
“You’re overthinking again,” he said, his voice full of amusement. “And there’s only one cure for that.” He leaned closer, his hands now playfully attacking your sides and underarms. “Laughter.”
You burst into giggles, trying to swat his hands away, but Loki was relentless, his smirk widening as your laughter filled the room. “You’re going to carve that pumpkin, darling,” he teased, “or I’ll have no choice but to tickle you into submission.”
“Ahahaha! LOKIHIHIHI!! Okay! Okahahay!” you gasped between fits of laughter, finally pulling away. “I’ll start, I’ll start!”
Loki let up, satisfied with your surrender. “Good. Now, let’s see what artistic masterpiece you can create. It doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be yours.”
With a final smile at Loki, you picked up the carving tool, feeling lighter and more at ease. The pumpkin didn’t seem as intimidating anymore, and even though it wouldn’t be flawless, it would be a fun memory, just the way it should be.
#tickle fic#tickle story#marvel tickling#marvel tickle fic#loki tickle#loki tickle fic#ler!loki#lee!reader#ticklish reader
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Aria aesthetic
This is based on my headcanon of Aria Blaze. Yes she’s diagnosed by antisocial personality disorder.
In this headcanon Aria really loves pumpkin spice latte and pumpkin desserts.
Don’t worry Adagio’s next pookies.
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Watch TV with me! - Lee: Mikey, Ler: Leo
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Cheater cheater, pumpkin eater - Lee: Mikey, Ler: Raph
You can always ask - Lee: Leo, Ler: Mikey
Go to sleep, bro - Lee: Donnie, Ler: Mikey
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Leadership - Lee: Leo, Ler: Raph
Ticklish Hands - Lee: Raph, Ler: April
Just say you’re sorry - Lee’s: Leo and Mikey, Ler’s: Raph and Donnie
Ticklish Twins - Switches: Donnie & Leo Please never dance again - Lee: Mikey, Ler’s: Raph, Donnie and Leo Mikey vs. Donnie’s coding - Lee: Mikey, Ler: Donnie Study Session - Lee: April, Ler: Donnie Coraline and a pumpkin - Lee: Leo, Ler’s: Raph, Donnie and Mikey
Your just being you - Lee: Mikey, Ler: Leo
Stop being so reckless - Lee: Leo, Ler: Donnie
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Leo, just tell her - Lee: Leo, Ler: Raph
To steal or not to steal - Lee: Mikey, Ler: Donnie Give me my pencil - Lee: Leo, Ler: April Leo, just tell her! Like, actually - Lee: Leo, Ler: April
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