#ticklish!charles

[tickles-tea]

Fool’s Mate

This is a late Christmas present for @tickly-tufts!! It’s just something short and sweet but I hope you enjoy some vague post-Dark Phoenix cherik fluff 💕

“Honestly, Charles, with how much you’re squirming, you might as well be trying to crawl away. Am I really that terrible of a masseuse?” 

Erik looked as calm and smug as ever as he sat perched atop a shirtless Charles Xavier, looking as if they did this kind of thing every day. And they really ought to, Erik thought as he admired the sight below him. Charles was a marvel to behold- broad shoulders leading beautifully into the muscled planes of his back, freckles speckled across his skin like the sun had personally kissed constellations into his flesh. 

Calloused fingertips traced them, abandoning Erik’s original promise of a massage for a moment to see if he really could find the Big Dipper in Charles’ freckles. Charles shivering and flexing his shoulders to try to block out the featherlight sensation was just an added bonus. 

”I’m sorry, it's just- tender,” Charles responded, voice strained from where he’d paused his self-asphyxiation via pillow. His cheeks were flushed a shade of red that rivaled that of his lips when they’d first met, all those years ago. 

”Well, that is the point of me doing this in the first place, isn’t it?” Erik raised a brow and smirked. Even after all of these years…even after the new wrinkles and aches and pains and streaks of gray in their hair-when they’d both had hair, that is…

Charles still could not admit that he was ticklish. 

Well, at least not without the proper incentive.

Erik chuckled under his breath and ran his hands up the line of Charles’ spine to rub his thumbs deep into the muscles of his upper back. The action brought a groan deep from Charles’ chest. “I tried my best to make the paths through Genosha even, but I know that it’s still been hard on you,” Erik sighed a bit regretfully as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the nape of his husband’s neck. “I thought a massage could help ease the strain.” 

A warm haze of projected bashfulness reached towards Erik before Charles caught himself and pulled back with a huff of faux exasperation. “Don’t try to use chivalry to hide your true intentions, Erik. Even without my telepathy, I can see-ee-!” Charles’ words broke off in a squeak when fingers massaged just a little too close to his ribs. “-what game you’re playing!” 

Erik made no attempt to hide the shark-like grin from spreading across his face. “Is that so? In that case, are you prepared to face your impending loss, Charles?” He drawled, taking his time as his fingers crawled ever so slowly up the grooves of Charles’ ribs. Each movement was paired with the mental image of Erik taking pawns one by one, a visual that seemed to make Charles tremble even harder beneath him. There would surely be wrinkles in the sheets when Charles released his white-knuckled grip on them.

Admirably enough, he kept a tight lid on the giggles Erik knew were bubbling just beneath the surface. However, the gasp of realization and dread when Erik’s fingers stilled just below Charles’ arms told them both that it wouldn’t be the case for long. 

“E-Erik,” Charles started, his usual clear and prim voice trembling almost as much as the corners of his lips. “Have mercy. That place...you know I can’t-“

Erik leaned forward slowly -a shark sensing blood in the water- and tucked his face in close to Charles’ ear. The motion made him shiver, and Charles had to bite back the whine that threatened to escape his lips. This was a game that had been played before in a dozen different iterations- in some Erik emerged triumphant, and in others, it was Charles who claimed victory. They were two evenly matched opponents and there was no telling who would win each battle. Not until the very end.

In the shared and sacred connection of their minds, Erik offered Charles one final image- the King cornered and within Erik’s grasp.

”Check,” He whispered. Then he made his final move. 

Charles practically screamed when those deft fingers dove under his arms, massaging and poking and prodding and effortlessly driving him up the wall. His arms immediately jerked down, glued as tightly to his sides as possible, and still it wasn't enough. Erik’s hands worked unimpeded, manipulating Charles’ nerves as easily as they did metal. This stray thought clearly reached Charles if the giggled out ‘oh, piss off’ was anything to go by. 

Erik only smirked and watched with an overwhelming fondness as Charles cursed him to hell and back, first out loud and then in his mind when he could no longer form words. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so content in a victory. They’d started this evening off with one game- a massage that Erik truly had intended to treat Charles to, and still would after this- but they had quickly veered into another. He was quite satisfied with their endgame though. 

Erik may not have been a good masseuse, but he was an excellent chess player. 

[ticklethentopple]

Tickletober Day 2: Favourite spot

no one look at me ///////

[princesslightgiggles]

Laughter, rediscovered

After their myriad spectral adventures, the Dead Boy Detectives, Charles Rowland and Edwin Paine, had been granted a peculiar reward: life. Restored to the living realm in their boyish forms, they found themselves wandering the lush gardens of their boarding school, a site once familiar in its spectral gloom, now vibrant and filled with the hustle of life.

One crisp autumn afternoon, while the golden hues painted the leaves in fiery tones, Edwin found himself particularly engrossed in a classic novel, his brows furrowed in concentration. Charles, on the other hand, had grown restless with the stillness of the day and was looking for a bit of mischief.

"Edwin, have you ever considered that perhaps, just perhaps, there's more to life than dusty old books?" Charles teased, trying to snatch the book from Edwin's hands.

Edwin adjusted his glasses and replied with all the seriousness of a seasoned scholar, "This isn't just any book, Charles. It's a masterpiece of literary—"

Before he could finish, Charles poked him in the ribs, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. To Charles' surprise, Edwin jumped a foot in the air, letting out an uncharacteristic squeak that shattered his usual stoic demeanor.

"What on earth—Charles!" Edwin exclaimed in shock, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Charles burst into laughter, unable to resist the temptation of his discovery. "Oh, Edwin! Who knew you were ticklish?"

"I am not!" Edwin protested. But Charles, delighting in the reaction, darted forward and launched a full-scale tickle assault.

Edwin squirmed and writhed under the onslaught, his scholarly composure melting into peals of genuine, uncontrollable laughter. The sensation of being tickled was overwhelming; each poke and prod ignited a spark of laughter that cascaded uncontrollably from him. His usual reserve shattered, and he found himself giggling hysterically, his body jerking in spontaneous, erratic movements as he tried to evade Charles’s playful fingers.

"Stop, Charles! This is—this is most undignified!" he managed between his giggles.

“Oh, come now, Edwin! It’s just a bit of fun!” Charles chuckled, relentless in his tickling. The sight of Edwin so out of character only spurred him on.

The feel of Charles’s fingers were like electric impulses, sending jolts of laughter through Edwin’s body, utterly disarming him. He was embarrassingly aware of the involuntary spasms and giggles that betrayed his stoic facade. But as he gathered his wits amidst the laughter, he saw an opportunity and flipped their positions, pinning Charles down with a sudden, surprising strength.

"Now, let's see how you fare, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin declared, his fingers finding Charles's ribs. Charles’s reaction was immediate and explosive. As Edwin tickled him, his laughter boomed across the garden, a sound so hearty and infectious it seemed to echo off the school walls.

Charles tried to squirm away, but Edwin was quick and merciless with his tickling, discovering every sensitive spot with a playful yet determined precision. "Mercy, Edwin! Mercy!" Charles begged between uncontrollable bursts of laughter.

"I thought you enjoyed a good tickle fight, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continued his playful assault. Charles's laughter, pure and uninhibited, filled the air, transforming the usually serene garden into a playground of joyous sounds.

Their tickle fight evolved into a rolling, laughing tangle of limbs on the grassy lawn, the seriousness of their former lives forgotten in these moments of childish glee. Finally, breathless and spent, they lay side by side on the soft earth, the late afternoon sun warming their faces.

Edwin, his composure thoroughly undone but his heart lighter than it had been in decades, glanced over at Charles and chuckled. "Well, that was thoroughly unbecoming of a gentleman."

Charles propped himself up on an elbow, grinning at his friend. "Perhaps, but I daresay, Mr. Paine, sometimes it's perfectly fine to be a little ungentlemanly."

And as the shadows lengthened and the laughter echoed in the cool breeze, Edwin found himself agreeing. For the first time in a very long time, he felt truly alive, not just in body but in spirit. And all it had taken was a little bit of laughter—a language, he realised, that was just as important as any he had ever read about.

[bow-of-aros]

All the Time in the World

Hi folks!! Dealing with a little bit of writer's block BUT I thought that this idea was cute and by god I was gonna get it on the page. Hope that y'all enjoy!! <33

Summary: Edwin's not exactly one for taking breaks. Luckily, Charles has some interesting, but sure-fire, ways of convincing him :)

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“Don’t look at me like that.”

Edwin’s sat behind his desk, folder held in front of his chest like some sort of shield. He gazed at Charles who stood opposite him, trying to keep his face impassive so as not to encourage his nonsense, but the corners of his lips were already twitching upwards as a sort of giddiness unfurled within him.

Charles, on the other hand, was making no attempt to stifle the wide grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he inched ever closer to the desk.

“Like what, mate? Aren’t I allowed to just look at my best mate? Nothing wrong with that.” His tone was innocent, too innocent.

Something was definitely up.

Edwin straightened his posture, not wanting to give Charles the satisfaction of seeing him curl up defensively, “You are plotting something, that much is obvious, and I do not care for it.”

“I’m plotting nothing!” Charles put his hands up in a mockery of surrender, laughter colouring his voice, “I just want to be closer to you. Is that so bad?”

Edwin cut him a flat look, “Charles, we have not separated for more than a day in over thirty years. If you’re going to make up an excuse for whatever this is,” he gestured vaguely at Charles’ person, who was still moving forward, mind you, “at least make it somewhat believable.”

Charles laughed at that, a sound so filled with genuine joy that Edwin couldn’t help the smile it drew out of him.

“There he is!” Charles leaned against the desk, gently prying the folder out of Edwin’s hands and setting it down, “You’ve been focusing on cases all day and, honestly mate, your face is making my face upset.”

He pulled his lips down into a dramatic frown, drawing his eyebrows together and squinting his eyes until he was peering out of little slits.

Frankly, it looked quite ridiculous.

“I do not look like that!” Mostly because Charles was making it very difficult to maintain a scowl.

“Well, not anymore, but that’s just because—Oh come on. Edwin!” Charles scoffed in exasperation.

Edwin’s finally managed to school his features into some semblance of neutrality. Pasting on his usual flat expression in an effort to hide the way his lips threaten to curl up and the way his eyes are trying to crinkle at the corners.

“Now, if you would excuse me,” Edwin said, reaching for the folder, “I would very much like to get back to work.”

But before his hand could make contact, Charles phased through the desk and stood in the very minimal space between Edwin and all the tasks he had yet to complete. For his part, Charles seems completely at ease with his current position. He leaned himself back against the desk and crossed his arms loosely in front of him, looking for all the world like he was exactly where he belonged.

Edwin raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It’s because he’s tired of Charles’ antics, not because he needs a little extra help in smoothing out his expression.

“Charles, is this truly necessary?” Edwin was trying to keep his tone even, he really was, but Charles was making it awfully difficult with his close proximity and playful grin.

“Yes, Edwin. It truly is,” Charles smacked Edwin’s hand away from where it had been trying to sneak around him, “You need to take a break. If you keep frowning like that, it’s gonna be stuck on your face forever.”

Edwin couldn’t help rolling his eyes at that, it’s something his mother used to say when he was younger, and he would stick his tongue out at her, “That wouldn’t be so bad. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about monitoring my facial muscles.”

“It would be so bad to me! I can’t go the rest of my afterlife without seeing you smile again now can I?”

Charles’ grin sharpened just the slightest bit, and Edwin was suddenly very nervous.

“Hey!” Charles said, snapping his fingers as though a thought had just occurred to him, “I bet that I can get you to smile and take a break! What do you think about that?”

Edwin, very conveniently forgetting that he could simply phase through his chair, held up his hands in a half-hearted defense.

“Now Charles, let’s not do anything rash he—no! Wahahait! Chahahaharles!”

Apparently, Charles didn’t feel like waiting around. Instead he shot out rapid little pokes to whatever part of Edwin’s torso was unprotected at the moment. When he speaks, he punctuates each word with a poke to the side, or to the ribs, and sometimes to the stomach.

It was very entertaining, to say the least.

“Take!” Poke “A!” Poke “Break!” Pokepokepoke.

Edwin either let out the most adorable or the most embarrassing squeaks at each attack, depending on whose perspective it was. He’d also long given up trying to school his face, his open-mouthed grin stretching his cheeks as frantic giggles escaped him.

After a particularly vicious attack on his sides that had Edwin desperately curling around Charles’ hands, he gave in.

“Okay! Okay I’ll tahahahake a break! Charles plehehease!”

And just like that, Charles’ wiggling fingers were replaced by palms smoothing up and down his sides for a moment before tugging Edwin through the desk and onto the sofa.

Charles laid down first, pulling Edwin down on top of him and wrapping him up snugly in his arms. Edwin immediately felt tension that he hadn’t even realized was there begin to drain out of him and, yeah, maybe he had needed this.

A long sigh escapes Charles, and Edwin realizes that maybe he wasn't the only one who needed a break.

“We can remain here for an hour but, after that, we really should get to work.”

He felt a soft kiss being pressed into his hair followed by a murmured, “Mhm, whatever you say, mate,” and decided that he wouldn’t be opposed to staying for a bit longer than planned.

After all, he and Charles had all the time in the world.

[utterlyrandomperson]

We Do After All Have A Case To Solve

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives

Summary: When waiting for your mortal friends to complete their quest, one might have to resort to special methods to keep the boredom at bay. However, those special methods are also very likely to backfire.

Content warnings: swearing, tickling.

Edwin gasps and flinches away when he feels ten fingers lightly squeezing his waist. He turns around and catches sight of Charles, who is grinning cheekily.

"Mate, don't tell me you're ticklish?", he aks, though he is fully aware of the answer. Edwin eyes him with suspicion.

"What's this about?"

Charles tilts his head. "What's what about?", he responds with an innocent voice while slowly making a few steps towards the other. Edwin immediately backs up.

"What do you want?", he says, trying to sound annoyed. But the way his voice quivers gives him away. Charles smirks as he keeps approaching.

"To tickle you", he simply says.

"And why would you want that? I didn't do anything to provoke you", Edwin argues, his facade starting to break down. He has a nervous smile on his lips and his hands are raised, ready to defend himself. Charles laughs.

"Well, since we have to wait for Crystal and Niko to return so we can continue with our investigations, I have to find ways to keep my boredom at bay... and, unfortunately for you, tickling you seems like a fun thing to do. And besides, don't start with that 'didn't do anything to provoke you' bullshit. You were literally lecturing me like thirty seconds ago."

Edwin swallows when his back hits the wall. Theoretically, he could just fade through the wall. But somehow, his mind does not catch on that quickly. Before he can make an escape, Charles closes the distance between them and starts squeezing the other's hips. Edwin opens his mouth to protest, but a stream of giggles escapes him instead. He's gripping Charles' wrists but doesn't manage to push them away.

"Charles! Charles, stop thihis at once!", he exclaims. His giggles suddenly become more high-pitched and he bends his body forward to protect his hips.

"Please! You know I cahan't-"

Charles pauses. As soon as he does so, Edwin loosens his grip around his wrists, which allows for Charles to change their position so he's now holding onto the other's wrists. Edwin gasps for air and shakes his head.

"Don't, don't your dare-"

He cuts himself off with a burst of laughter when he feels hands kneading into his sides. He tries to break free by pushing the other away, but he's too weak already.It takes only a few more seconds until he can't take it anymore. His knees buckle and he slowly sinks to the ground, his back pressed against the wall.

Turns out that is exactly what Charles has been waiting for. As soon as Edwin goes down, he grabs one of his legs and buries his fingers in the hollow of his knee. Edwin cries out and tries to pull his leg away but fails miserably. He shuts his eyes and leans his head back, a stream of giggles making his whole body tremble. When Charles begins tickling the front and the back of his knee, he squeals and his laughter becomes louder and higher in pitch. It takes him several attempts to form words as he keeps interrupting himself with wheezes and fits of giggles.

"Not there! Not thehere, Charles I cahan't- plehease! Nonono please-"

Charles abandons his leg, only to grab the other one and repeat the same procedure, pushing Edwin into the next laughing fit.

"It is kind of funny to me that you didn't believe someone could be ticklish on their knees not too long ago. And now it turns out that you are even worse than me", he teases playfully. Edwin winces violently when he grazes his nails over the back of his thigh and Charles chuckles.

"Seriously, you're too ticklish for your own good."

Edwin tries to curl up, but he's trapped against the wall (and still doesn't realise he could simply fade through it... though that probably wouldn't make any difference anyway since Charles could just follow him). He has a weak grip on one of Charles' wrists, but he doesn't have any strength left to push it away.

"Mehercy! Please, Charles plehease."

He hiccups once before he bursts into giggles again. Charles smiles and slows down, leaving his knees alone and tracing patterns over his calfs instead. It's not nearly as torturous and allows Edwin to catch his breath.

"Wow, didn't think I'd ever hear you use the word 'please' in a sentence twice. Your knees must be a really bad spot."

Edwin decides to ignore the blush on his cheeks and scowls at the other. "I'll do what I must to get you to stop this nonsense. We actually have a case to-"

"Oh, stop acting like you are above all this. I know that part of you is enjoying it. Why else would you have conveniently forgotten that you could just make this stop by fading through the wall? Or through the floor, for that matter."

Edwin sighs. Yes, why indeed. Deep down, he knows as well as Charles does that the latter is right. He does enjoy this. Or at least he enjoys the lightheartedness of it. He shoots his friend a glare.

"I will get you back for this", he warns.

Charles breaks into a grin and tilts his head.

"I'm counting on it. But first-"

His hands shoot forwards before Edwin can react and attach themselves to his ribcage.

"-it's your turn."

Edwin shrieks and doubles over. He protectively crosses his arms in front of his chest, but Charles keeps finding new openings. Shortly after, the latter is tickling him all over. His hands dart from his ribs to his sides to his belly to his lower back. When he traces his neck and collarbones, Edwin's laugh falls silent for a few seconds before he inhales and bursts into a fit of hysterical giggles. He pulls up his shoulders and weakly pushes at the other's chest.

"Noho! Charles, for Gohod's sake!"

When Charles doesn't let up, Edwin curses under his breath. It's a very tame cuss, but Charles still raises his eyebrows at it and acts shocked.

"Edwin Payne! Did you just make use of a swearword? How very rude of you. I shall have to punish you for such indecency."

When he grabs onto the other's thigh and squeezes it, Edwin curses again, only this time a lot filthier and directed at Charles. The latter can't help but crack up.

"Wow, okay. Guess I had that coming."

Edwin shudders and frantically tries to push the hands away that have now found the back of his thigh.

"Stohop! Charles, this has been enohough!"

Charles slows down a bit but doesn't stop yet. "Say please one more time?", he asks innocently but with a mischievous grin on his face. Edwin glares at him but crumbles the second the other goes for his knees again.

"Alright! Plehease, please stohop."

Charles nods contentedly and draws his hands back, leaving Edwin as a panting and giggling mess. It takes him half a minute before he manages to calm his breathing and sit up.

"You're a menace, you know that?", he mutters. Charles gives him one of his signature smiles that makes it impossible to stay angry with him. Not that Edwin was angry with him in the first place. But he definitely does not plan on just allowing this to stand. So he makes a show of straightening his clothes to gain a couple of seconds to assess the situation. Then he clears his throat and looks Charles in the eyes.

"But you also know that I promised you revenge, right?"

Charles laughs, but he still eyes the other warily.

"Come on mate, do you seriously think you can get the upper hand over me in the condition that you're in? You couldn't even push my hands away a minute ago."

Edwin purses his lips.

"Maybe not, but I think you will probably let me get the upper hand. Perhaps I should mention that the alternative would be me convincing Crystal and Niko to assisst me, which you know they definitely will. So probably it's better if you just get it over with."

Charles stares at him and slowly shakes his head.

"Oh, you are playing dirty."

Edwin shrugs. "Thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine. Now."

He suddenly closes the distance between them and grabs his leg.

"Let's see if I'm really that much worse than you."

Charles doesn't even have time to fully process what's happening before Edwin starts squeezing his thigh and skitters his nails over his knee. Despite his mind telling him to grab the other's hands or tickle him back, his body simply goes limp and he collapses onto the floor. As soon as he's lying on his back, Edwin seizes the opportunity and climbs onto his thighs to pin him down. Then he reaches back with one hand to continue tickling his knee while the other hand hovers over Charles to keep him in check.

The latter is bucking his hips and giggling, but he isn't so far gone that he's not able to try to fight Edwin off. After he's blocked two of Charles' attempts to push him off, Edwin clicks his tongue.

"Okay fine. Your knees aren't that ticklish. But I know a place that is."

Charles bursts into booming laughter the second Edwin starts tickling his waist.

"Nohoho!"

Edwin evades the hands reaching out for his own and keeps going, squeezing the other's sides and spidering over his belly. He even slides one hand beneath Charles' shirt and grazes his nails over the bare skin of his waistline. Charles immediately begins writhing and kicking while frantically shaking his head.

"No! I'm sorry! I'm sohorry, I- please, Edwihin!"

He tries to break free, tries to fight the other off. But all of his strength seems to have left his body. He protectively wraps his arms around his abdomen and curls up as much as possible, but Edwin's fingers still find ways to sneak past his defenses.

"Please! Edwin, plehease!"

"Charles, come on. It's been ten seconds", Edwin says with raised eyebrows, but his voice betrays his amusement. He gently tickles the other's lower back when he is presented with the opportunity due to Charles turning onto his right side. He's rewarded with a squeal followed by a stream of giggles and pleas.

"I- No- I can't, I fucking cahan't!"

Charles closes his eyes and focuses on getting air into his lungs. He's holding onto both of Edwin's wrists, but he doesn't manage to push him away. One moment he's close to screaming, the next he's shaking with silent laughter. Just when Charles is seriously considering screaming at the top of his lungs to make Edwin stop, he hears someone entering the room.

When he turns his head and catches sight of Crystal and Niko standing on the threshold, he only manages a very giggly "Hehelp!". But in combination with the tears sparkling in his eyes and the high pitch of his voice, it still conveys his urgency.

Crystal chuckles and walks up to them.

"Alright, alright. Whatever he's done this time Edwin, I think he's learned his lesson. But if you're not sure yet, you can always go for his upper ribs. That'll put him over the edge."

Charles wails and his squirming becomes more frantic.

"Noho! Please don't, Edwin please-"

He yelps when Edwin pinches his ribs, but the other doesn't repeat the action. Instead, he climbs off his thighs, which finally allows Charles to properly curl up on the floor.

"You are in luck, Charles. Now that Niko and Crystal have returned, we can finally continue working on our case, which I think has a higher priority than punishing you for your shenanigans. But this time, please do actually remember the lesson that I - apparently - taught you", Edwin says. Charles is still breathing heavily, but he still manages a cheeky grin.

"You know I won't, mate. Now, Crystal and Niko, would you like to inform us about what you've found out? We do after all have a case to solve."

Masterpost

[fastandcarlos]

When You Fall Asleep Still Wearing Your Makeup : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen 

Taking your makeup off wasn’t the difficult job for Max when he noticed that you still had it on, the hardest job was turning you over so you weren’t on your side so Max could get to your face. You were such a heavy sleeper that it proved to be a trickier job than Max imagined. Once you were on your back, Max carefully brushed your hair out of your face before gently wiping the wipe over your face. Max didn’t pay attention to the small details often, but when it came to you, he made sure to remove every last bit of makeup that was on your face. 

» Lando Norris 

He felt incredibly guilty as Lando shook you awake having spotted that you still had your makeup on. Your relationship was still fairly new and Lando didn’t trust himself to go looking through your drawers to find your makeup wipes. His smile was soft as your eyes opened, taking a moment to realise what was going on. “Sorry, I didn’t want to leave you like this,” Lando whispered, listening as you told him where the wipes were. He soon told you to go back to sleep, going to get a wipe before returning, taking your makeup off for you whilst you fell asleep again. 

» Charles LeClerc 

His heart melted as Charles tried his best to wipe off your makeup for you, as your hand kept swatting him aside, unsure what the ticklish feeling was that kept brushing over your face. Charles was terrified that he would end up waking you up, but he knew how important it was for you to go to bed with a fresh face. Every time your hand came up, he paused, waiting for you to settle back down before wiping again, carefully making sure that he covered your whole face, and tried his best to tickle you as little as possible. 

» Oscar Piastri 

He was sure he spent most of the night debating what to do as Oscar watched you fall asleep with your makeup on, he just couldn’t make up his mind about what to do with you. Part of him knew taking it off would be helpful for you, but the other part of him was worried that he would end up waking you up. In the end, Oscar called his sisters for a bit of advice, letting them guide him through the process of taking your makeup off so that he could do as good a job as possible whilst simultaneously making sure that you didn’t stir. 

» George Russell 

If there was one thing that George knew not to do, it was wake you up once you had fallen asleep. He’d never experienced an anger like it the one time he did so and promised himself that he would never do it again. When George noticed your makeup was still on, he knew there was little he could do that night. However in the morning, he made sure to get all your products out and leave them out in the bathroom with a note reminding you to take extra care with your routine as you’d left your makeup on the night before. 

» Carlos Sainz 

He couldn’t believe it as Carlos walked into the bathroom to find you sat on the toilet with your head slumped against the sink. One hand rested under your head whilst the other held onto a dirtied makeup wipe, the job you were halfway through before falling asleep. Carlos was stuck for a moment before deciding to lift you up and carry you to bed. Once you were tucked in he got a fresh wipe, discarding the dried up one that you held, and finished the job that you had started, going over where you had also wiped too, just to be on the safe side. 

» Daniel Ricciardo 

It started out as an easy job for Daniel, when he saw your makeup was still on he was more than happy to take it off for you. Yet, as he wiped over your eyes, not being particularly careful, Daniel couldn’t help but snigger as your eyeliner and mascara spread to leave two black marks around your eyes. His laughter was loud enough to make you stir, leaving Daniel in a state of panic. “Sorry, sorry,” he hurriedly said, covering his mouth with his free hand whilst the other tidied up your eye makeup to stop him laughing as quickly as possible. 

» Lewis Hamilton 

A soft smile formed on Lewis’ face when he saw that you had fallen asleep with your makeup on, knowing how annoyed you would be if you woke up the following morning and found you hadn’t taken it off. Being the gentleman that he was, Lewis went and got one of your makeup wipes from the bathroom, gently wiping over your face to remove your makeup. His heart dropped when you stirred, whispering softly, “don’t worry, sleep angel,” before carrying on. His touch was delicate and gentle, studying you closely to make sure it was all gone before letting you sleep again. 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[kissedsuns]

SLEEPING WITH THEM, F1 BOYS.

INTRODUCING THE GRID: oscar piastri. lando norris. charles leclerc. max verstappen. carlos sainz.

CW: fem!reader, teasing, kissing, established rel . . .

— OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

no matter how long you've been together, oscar's shy nature never really fades. the moment you climb into bed beside him, his heart starts racing, and a light blush quickly spreads across his cheeks. even though he has spent countless nights with you, the simple act of your body curling up next to him still makes him feel dizzy—something you find so endearing about him. when you plop your sleepy head on his chest, he stiffens slightly, unsure of how to respond. should he wrap his arm around you? is he being too forward? eventually, oscar can't resist the urge to hold you close. he lets out a small sigh and slowly he wraps his big arm around you. as he settles into the moment, oscar instinctively nuzzles his face into your hair. the sweet scent of your shampoo fills his senses, and it's enough to lull him to sleep. on nights when you're wearing thin pyjamas, oscar finds himself wanting to be even closer to you. he'll gently slip his hand under the fabric, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

— LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando is naturally touchy, no doubt about it. from the moment you both climb into bed, his arms instinctively reach out to wrap around you. it doesn't matter how you're positioned—he always manages to find a way to drape himself over you, his hands gliding up and down your back in soothing strokes. it's a habit of his, one that never fails to send you into a peaceful sleep. there is just something about the way his hands move. no matter how much you toss and turn throughout the night, you always seem to wake up in his grasp. it's almost like he has a magnetic pull towards you, his arms never straying far. sometimes, you'll wake up to find him clinging to you like a koala, his head resting on your chest or his legs slightly tangled with yours, as if he's afraid to let go. and while he might joke about it in the morning, saying how he must have been cold, you know it's just his way of staying connected to you. as much as lando loves holding you, there are nights when he craves a bit of extra attention himself. on those particular nights, he'll gently nudge you, signalling that he wants to be the little spoon. you are more than happy to oblige. his curls are ticklish against your face, and you can't resist burying yourself in them. your fingers also naturally find their way to his hair, twirling little strands between them before it sends you to sleep. lando absolutely loves to sleep, and because of that, these scenarios tend to happen often.

— CHARLES LECLERC (16)

once the two of you have crawled into bed, all charles wants is to hear your soft, soothing voice which puts him to sleep easily. he likes to have a quiet conversation with you about your day, listening intently as you talk about the little things that happened, genuinely interested. and he also takes these vulnerable moments to spice things up by mentioning all of the gossip surrounding the paddock, or somethings that happened over the race weekend that you may have missed. occasionally, charles will press a kiss to your shoulder or the top of your head, murmuring sweet nothings in french. if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you'll often find that charles is right there, still holding you. sometimes, he's already awake, just watching you with a sleepy smile. he'll ask if you're okay, and if you need anything. he is more than willing to get up and help, whether it's fetching you a glass of water or simply holding you tighter until you fall back asleep.

— MAX VERSTAPPEN (1)

when you first get into bed, max is usually stiff and almost a little shy, but you can tell that he's just waiting for the right moment to pull you close. he's not overly cuddly by nature, but he'll often hold you firmly, and if you happen to stir or move away in your sleep, max will instinctively tighten his grip, drawing you back to him without even fully waking up. he will naturally gravitate towards you, his arm draped over your waist. he's not one to sprawl out; instead, he prefers to be as close as humanly possible. even if you start off with some space between you, max inevitably ends up shifting closer during the night. however, he does have this habit of bringing racing magazines to bed with him, flipping through them with concentration. to you, it's kind of funny—he almost looks like a teenage girl absorbed in the latest gossip magazines. you can't help but tease him a little when you catch him squinting at the pages, totally engrossed that you have to stifle a giggle. "are you reading up on your rivals again, max?" you might ask with a smirk. sometimes, you might also jokingly ask him about who his 'favorite' driver is in the magazine, just to see how he'll react. max will play along, maybe flipping a page and pretending to consider your question seriously. "this one," he'll say, pointing to a picture of himself, "he's the best looking, i think." but if you dare tell anyone that he reads formula 1 gossip magazines before bed, you might just find yourself on the couch for a while.

— CARLOS SAINZ (55)

carlos is a natural protector, and that instinct carries over into how he sleeps. he loves to wrap his big arms around you, holding you close to his warm body. carlos also has a habit of tangling his legs with yours, especially when you're lying face to face and get to see that giddy smile of his through the moonlight peeking through the curtains. but, we can't forget his playful side. before the two of you settle into the soft sheets, he might attempt to tickle your sides just to hear you laugh, or trap you in a bearhug that can be surprisingly easy to get out of given his sleepy state. another adorable thing about carlos is that he loves to not only intertwine legs, but also hands. carlos always wants to be holding your hand, even when you're both asleep so he will often reach for your hand, linking your fingers together and keeping them close to where his heart is.

© kissedsuns

[tickles-tea]

I hope you don’t mind me bouncing off of these a bit but imagine

Charles sitting behind Magneto and ever so slowly crawling his fingers up his ribs as Magneto tries his best to stay composed

But the closer Charles gets to his armpits the more tense and antsy Magneto gets

and he’s doing good on not reacting super obviously- until right before Charles is about to reach his underarms, he feels feathers brushing across his soles and thighs

The shock breaks the dam he’d built up and that’s when Charles skitters his fingers up under Magneto’s arms, the different sensations immediately sending Magneto into a fit of helpless laughter ~

hi bestie I am here to humbly request some headcanons to satiate my magneto brainrot orz 

very happy to have spread the brainrot <3

as for my magneto tk thoughts…

didn’t actually know he was ticklish for the longest time

definitely didn’t know the full extent of it until charles

fairly good at hiding his reactions (up until a certain point)

rough tickles may get the job done but light tickles are what really get to him

very feather ticklish (the softer the better)

(it is actually the cutest thing ever)

worst spots are his underarms, feet, and the creases of his thighs

he’s ticklish in plenty of other places, but those specific spots are wicked

in the meanest case of flirting teasing ever, charles once projected the feeling of feathers on all those spots simultaneously

magneto was fully incoherent and mentally begging in no time at all~

he’s a fave so ofc i think he leans lee… but he can be a downright ruthless ler

(charles nearly perished when magneto got his Revenge)

(the hysterical giggles and pleas were still worth it tho)

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw thoughts about bottom rdr2 boys ft. arthur kieran and charles

contains amab sub top reader. ftm rdr2 men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. first time writing for these boys but hopefully not the last.

imagine arthur tying your hands together with his lasso and having his way with you; bouncing on your lap in a steady rhythm, one hand on your stomach while the other rests at his side. he looks like a true cowboy, his head tilted back as he takes you to the hilt, groaning and muttering beneath his breath. as he gets nearer, his free hand goes up to his hat, keeping it steady on his head as he rolls his hips into yours. when you both cum he gives you a half-lidded smile and takes his hat, placing it on your head alongside a charming kiss on your lips to top it off.

your slow pace is torture for kieran. he’s on his stomach, your chest pressed against his back as half your cock slides in and out of him. you both know if you go too fast and too deep he won’t be able to keep quiet, but he can’t help himself to move back into you as best as he can, his teeth sinking into his coat sleeve to stop his moans from tumbling out of him. eventually you tire of having to hold back and give kieran the entirety of your cock, not even slowing down to let him catch his breath. 

charles asks you to go hunting with him one day. confused, you find yourself in an empty forest with what seems like no animals at all. when you look over at him you see his face is dark and he bears a familiar glint in his eyes. you’re not surprised when he pushes you against the nearest tree, tilting his head to kiss you. its gentle, yet deep. you can’t find it within yourself to tease him when his hand slips past your belt. a thought crosses your mind about what you’ll tell the others back at camp when they ask why you’ve returned empty-handed, but a kiss to your neck and a grip on your cock has your mind suddenly blank knowing you won’t be thinking about anything else but charles for the next couple of hours. 

you and ftm!arthur hitch your horses for the night, throwing down some bedrolls and deciding to lay low. you roll out one and then the other, feeling an arm slink around your waist. arthur kisses your neck, the ticklish feeling making you softly push him away. he pulls you down with him onto one of the bed rolls by your belt loops, locking you in place between his legs and already he begins to press up against you, using the friction of your clothes to his advantage. you don’t argue, angling your hips to make sure your clothed dick connects perfectly with his pussy, his low groaning telling you all you need to know about how well you’ll sleep tonight.

making your shy, flustered ftm!kieran ride you, letting him go at his own pace. he’s hesitant with every move, not quite sure if what he’s doing is right. his inexperience is proven enough just by how tight he is but he’s uncoordinated, messy with every experimental bounce and sloppy with his hips. he whispers for your assistance, desperation clear in his voice. you place your hands on his waist, guiding his movements just enough for him to learn on his own. ever so slowly he figures it out and soon his clumsy humping turns into a somewhat consistent bouncing. you're so proud of him, drawing circles on his clit with your thumb and rewarding him with an earth-shaking orgasm that keeps him bed-ridden a little too long for dutch’s liking.

ftm!charles is more confident than you expected him to be. you’re closed off in your tent, on top of charles who’s on top of your now untidy bedroll. his legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him so tightly there’s no chance you’ll slip out even with how wet he is. he’s never been loud, whether by choice or by instinct you’re not quite sure, so the only concern you’re ever left with is if the others can hear the sound of your balls slapping against his skin. he always takes you so well, always leaving you to be the one completely breathless afterwards. his pussy always grips your cock with such vigor and robustness, you wonder if he does it on purpose just to see you fall apart.

side note. i can only imagine how many men in this game would use the “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” joke. also man i'm not even into bondage but i want arthur morgan to tie me to a tree so bad

[fxrmuladaydreams]

“i liked your beard”

charles x reader

summary: you’re disappointed to learn that charles shaved his beard

notes: this is completely self indulgent, because i already really miss the beard

warnings: !! ALLUSIONS TO SMUT !! oral (f receiving), subby charles

wc: 426

“Hello mon amour.”

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and smile subconsciously at the warm body pressing against your back. You lean against the kitchen counter, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to your neck.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, missing the ticklish feeling you’ve grown accustomed to with his kisses. You turn around, still in his hold, and your smile falls from your face.

Charles, unaware of your shift in mood, leans down to kiss you, but stops when his lips meet the finger you’ve placed in front of you.

“You shaved…” You murmur to yourself.

He laughs. “Yeah, it was getting scratchy.”

You take his chin between your fingers, feeling his soft skin. You move his face around, as if inspecting him.

“I liked your beard…”

“It will grow back.” He shrugs, then leans down to try for another kiss.

You gently push him away, a frown on your face.

“Mon cœur, please.” He sighs. “Let me kiss you.” He whines, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I liked your beard.” You tell him again.

“I’m sorry I shaved. But you can’t possibly be that mad at me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout. “I’m going to miss it.”

“Miss it? You hated it!” He laughs. “You said it scratched your face!”

“It did…” You take a step towards him. “But I liked when it scratched… other places…”

You watch as the realization catches up to Charles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“It always left pretty red marks on my thighs… reminding me of you…”

“It will still be good mon amour, I promise.” He says, his grip on your waist tightening. “Do you need me to prove it to you?” His words are teasing, but his tone almost sounds like he’s begging, asking for your permission.

“I think you should, yes.” You nod, smirking as he sinks down to his knees.

His hands find the top of your pants, hooking his thumbs in them so he can pull them down your legs.

“And Charles?” You pull on the hair on top of his head, making him look up at you. His bright eyes already clouding over. “Find some other way to leave your mark.”

He nods quickly, then gets to work. Needless to say, he made sure that you felt just as good as you did when he still had his beard, and left a few purple bruises on your inner thighs for you to find later.

[e-nonsense]

hii girly! can i ask for roses in burlap and lace? It can be as something as simple as headcanons or a fic if you desire, whatever you're comfortable with! It's about how he's receives kisses, from surprises kisses, sweet ones, freaky ones, soft ones, sad ones --all the kisses really

hes literally so gorgeous and how could you literally not want to kiss him every single second of the day fr fr anyways thats all, congratulations on 2k and I hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you! <3

DIFFERENT KISSES WITH CHARLES XAVIER

first class!charles xavier who would be greedy with kisses, littering them all over you and you’d return he favour, kissing down his jaw, his nose. he’s laugh, short little giggles that’d urge you to continue until he was laughing, cheeks red.

dotpf!charles xavier would avoid your kisses. believing himself not worthy of your affections, but you’d catch him either way, litter his face with kisses to show him no matter what you love him.

apocalypse!charles xavier who’s learning himself again. letting himself be loved and cared for by you once more. he linger in some moments when the two of you were alone, waiting for a kiss like a puppy. it was cute, the way he’d hold his arms open for you like a child wanting something. he’d kiss you all over to make up for the days he’d rejected your kisses.

dark phoenix!charles xavier who’s once again complicated. split between thinking he’s right and hating himself. everyone blames him, you kisses are relief, an escape. he’d lean into every opportunity to be loved by you.

father figure!charles xavier he’s like a father to you, you’d hug him like a child would hug their father. he’d cry about it later, how much you adored him. a fatherly kiss placed on top of your head before he messed up your hair, and telling you to “shoo”.

platonic!charles xavier a brotherly figure. you tease and annoy each other, a kiss on your temple for comfort here and then. not often, neither of you like opening up.

charles xavier who you help bathe. you’d kiss along his shoulders and he’d shiver, your lips warm against the cooling water on his skin. you help scrub his back and he’ll place a gentle kiss to your lips as a “thank you”.

charles xavier who thinks you hung the stars. he’d worship the ground you walk on, you love him more? impossible.

charles xavier who knows he doesn’t deserve you in any scenario. a person so forgiving and caring, caring about him. something he thought he’d lost the rights to a long time ago.

surprise kisses would fluster him. he’d be so caught off guard focused in his own little world, he’d stutter over his words unable to meet your eyes.

sweet kisses would make him smile like a dork. he’d grin like a kid on christmas, pinching your cheeks playfully before he pressed a few more equally sweet kisses to your lips.

freaky kisses, his groan vibrates against you, his hand clasping around your throat to bring you closer, a breathy moan leaving his lips, biting your bottom lip before you pull away.

sad kisses made for comforting. a gentle one against each others temple as you rest your foreheads against the others.

playful kisses that make you both laugh. kisses in ticklish spots as you lay in each others arms, you’d fight each other with these ones, he’d kiss you, you’d kiss him back, a never ending cycle.

goodbye kisses you’re leaving to go somewhere for the day. he’ll pout like a child, grumble, melt when you’d kiss him goodbye, trying to keep you for longer.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[tickles-tea]

Need Charles to have devastatingly ticklish underarms I think

[ticklethentopple]

Tickletober Day 5: Favorite tickle scenario

Anything that adds a dash of fear or excitement

[princesslightgiggles]

Time Tickle Twist

Charles felt a sudden jolt, as if reality itself had been rewound. His surroundings morphed into a sepia-toned version of the 1980s. Confusion swirled in his mind until the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks—he was back in time, inhabiting his alive self's body, yet retaining all memories of his afterlife adventures as a Dead Boy Detective.

Beside him, Edwin shimmered into view, his spectral form flickering with an ethereal glow. They weren't alone.

A ghostly figure materialised before them. It was another spirit, a remnant of the past with a grudge against Charles, determined to alter the course of history and erase his existence as a Dead Boy Detective.

As Charles struggled against the spectral restraints, Edwin leaped into action, confronting the vengeful ghost with a ferocity born from years of friendship and loyalty. With a swift strike, Edwin banished the ghost.

Charles exhaled a sigh of relief. Edwin moved to untie him, his spectral fingers deftly working at the knots. However, in his haste, one accidental brush against Charles' ribs elicited a surprising reaction.

“Crap” thought Charles, he had forgotten how ticklish he was when he was alive.

Edwin tried again and Charles gasped and twitched involuntarily, the sensation spreading through his body like wildfire. Edwin paused, an intrigued expression crossing his face as he realised the unexpected discovery.

"Ticklish, are we?" Edwin's grin widened mischievously as he couldn't resist the temptation to explore further.

Before Charles could protest, Edwin’s ghostly touch descended upon him with calculated precision. Feather-light strokes danced along Charles’ sides, sending shivers of ticklish delight coursing through his veins. Every nerve ending seemed to be on high alert, amplifying the sensation to unbearable levels.

Edwin revelled in the usually calm and collected Charles’ reactions. It had been so long since he himself had been alive and able to feel that he could not remember if he had ever been ticklish. Whilst it was most unlike him to engage in such childish games, seeing Charles thrashing around and giggling was so much fun, he couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation.

Charles writhed and squirmed, desperately trying to evade Edwin’s relentless assault, but his efforts were futile. Edwin’s ghostly fingers found every ticklish spot with uncanny accuracy—tracing delicate patterns along Charles’ ribs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath his arms, and dancing merrily across his belly.

Laughter erupted from Charles, a symphony of giggles and gasps echoing through the timeless void. His protests were drowned out by the overwhelming tide of ticklish ecstasy, each peal of laughter punctuated by desperate pleas for mercy.

“Edwin, please!” Charles gasped between fits of laughter, his breathless pleas falling on deaf ears as Edwin continued his playful torment with unabated enthusiasm.

As the scene fell away to be replaced by the present day and Charles ceased to feel Edwin’s torturous fingers, echoes of their laughter faded into the temporal abyss.

Charles felt grateful for the timeless bond they shared, transcending both life and death, past and present but was grateful for the torture to be over and the knowledge that Edwin wouldn’t be able to use this discovery against him now he was a ghost once again.

[bow-of-aros]

Well if I’m Dead, and You’re Dead, Then Who’s Driving the Bus?!

Edwin's been a little tense and Charles offers to help him relax. (No not like that you freaks)

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Hey guys! School's started back up and it's kicking my ass a little, so I decided to write a soft moment to comfort myself. And to also ignore the cancellation because that's just upsetting. I hope that y'all enjoy <33

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“I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

Edwin’s craning his neck to look up at Charles from where he’s trapped face down on the couch, threatening tone wobbling dangerously as a smile fought against the stern line of Edwin’s lips.

This had started innocuously enough, Edwin had mentioned that he was stressed and Charles offered a solution from when he’d been alive.

“My mum used to do it when I was little and couldn’t fall asleep,” Charles had explained, a bit of red creeping up into his cheeks, “It always helped calm me down when I had lots of energy, so I’m thinking it might do the same for you, yeah?”

It had been offered so earnestly, a fond memory and a chance at relief, all in one.

So, of course, Edwin had complied when Charles had told him to lie down on the couch. Of course he hadn’t asked questions after Charles insisted on it being a surprise. Of course he had allowed Charles to settle himself over Edwin, welcomed it, even, and had subsequently ignored the fluttering of a no longer beating heart at the warmth of his friend.

The featherlight touch on his back had been a surprise, although not an unwelcome one. It was only after a few seconds that Edwin found himself tensing up rather than relaxing. It was only after Charles strayed too close to his side and he flinched away did both of them realized what was happening.

Which leads them back to, “Well, you don’t have a life anymore. Because you’re dead. And you can’t kill me. Because I’m also dead.”

Edwin buries his head back into the sofa, but he can still hear the shit-eating grin that’s surely found its home on Charles’ face.

“So,” Charles continues, “Why don’t you just sit back, relax, and let me work my magic.”

“Charles, I really don’t think that is necessar—ah!”

The deft fingers return to his back, this time with a mission in mind. They swirl across Edwin’s shoulder blades, eliciting breathy titters before skittering down his spine, prompting clearer, more high-pitched giggles.

It was only when Charles reached his lower back that Edwin put more than a half-hearted effort into his struggles.

“Wahahait! Not there! Charles plehehease!”

“I dunno, mate,” Charles said, although he did move, choosing to instead crawl his fingers up the back of Edwin’s ribs, “Seems like it’s doing its job, yeah?”

The question gave Edwin pause, and after a quick catalogue of his physical and mental faculties, he found that he was feeling much more relaxed. The constant push to be doing something has quieted, replaced by a gentle buzz that’s settled itself under his skin.

He just doesn’t have the room in his brain to worry about anything other than the little zaps of electricity thrumming through his veins.

It’s quite nice, actually.

Then, Charles starts making his way back down and all kind thoughts fly out of his brain and are replaced by, “No! Charles! I’m relaxed I prohohomise!”

Charles, in his infinite generosity, releases Edwin from his clutches.

“See? I can already tell that you’re feeling bet—oof.”

Edwin flipped himself over, tugging Charles down on top of him, and settled his chin atop the mess of curls, letting out a bone-deep sigh. He ensures to wind his arms loosely around Charles, so that he may escape if he wishes to do so, but instead, Charles presses his nose into Edwin’s neck in the way he is so fond of, and worms his arms between Edwin and the sofa in order to hold them tight.

In response, Edwin allows his own arms to tighten as the rest of whatever tension he still held seeps into the sofa.

“See? Look at how relaxed you are! Works every time.”

Edwin feels the words more than he hears them and he scoffs lightly, swiping a thumb across the nape of Charles’ neck just to hear the sharp intake of breath that follows.

“Yes Charles, I’ll be sure to remember then when I decide that you need to wind down, shall I?”

Instead of pushing things any further, Edwin begins playing with the short hairs on the back of Charles’ head and smiles fondly as Charles manages to sag into him even more.

A small grumble sounds from Edwin’s chest and he can’t help but laugh.

“I didn’t quite catch that. Would you mind repeating yourself while you’re not practically eating my jacket?”

“Ugh,” Charles turns his head as though it carries the weight of a thousand Suns and says, “I said, I’m proper winded down right now, so we don’t need to worry about all that now do we?”

As Charles settles back into whatever configuration he swears is comfortable, Edwin says, “I suppose you’re correct. It’s best we get some rest, we have a long eternity of solving cases ahead of us.”

“Yeah. Resting was my idea.”

“That makes sense, it is rather brills, as you would say.”

Edwin can feel Charles’ smile, and spares a moment to mourn the fact that he cannot see it before appreciating the fact that he had the privilege to draw it out at all.

“Yeah yeah. G’night Eds. Love you.”

“Yes Charles, I love you too.”

It’s alright, Edwin had the rest of forever to see that smile anyway.

[utterlyrandomperson]

Weapon

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives

Summary: Edwin walks in on Charles putting up with Niko and Crystal's antics. Niko and Crystal make a list to convince Edwin to join in on the fun.

Content warnings: swearing, tickling.

A/N: I read all the Dead Boy Detectives tickle content I could find about ten times, then I decided it was my time to contribute something. So here you go :)

"What on earth are you doing?"

For a second, Charles feels relief when Edwin wanders into the room and poses that question, mainly because it causes Crystal and Niko to pause. But then his brain catches on and he realises that Edwin has just wandered into the room and posed that question. A question that demands an answer.

"We're tickling Charles!", Niko, who is kneeling next to him on the floor, blurts out enthusiastically. Said dead boy detective flinches and shakes his head wildy.

"NO! Are you crazy?! You can't just hand Edwin a weapon like that!"

Crystal laughs. "Oh, so it's a weapon now? Is that seriously how bad it is? We must've only scratched the surface, then."

When she reaches for his sides, Charles winces and immediately bats away her hands. Before she can start another attempt, Edwin clears his throat and takes some more steps into the room.

"I'm sorry but... what is happening?", he asks, still looking bewildered.

"We were doing research for the case, and then we kind of found out that Charles is ticklish! And I mean like reeeeally ticklish", Niko says, her eyes wide with excitement. When Edwin doesn't give any reaction, Crystal continues: "And now we are tickling him. That's what's happening. You do know what tickling is, don't you, Edwin? That's not like a thing that didn't exist back in the 1910s, right?"

Edwin tilts his head. "Yes, in fact I do know what tickling is. But I don't think I quite understand your excitement about it."

Charles lets out a nervous chuckle and attempts to sit up. "Exactly, mate! It's absolutely nothing of interest. Now, we have more important stuff to talk abAAH- noho, piss ohoff!"

He collapses right back onto the floor when Crystal pinches his upper ribs and tries to shield himself by crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You don't understand the excitement about it?" Crystal glances at Edwin with a mischievous smile before leveling her focus on Charles again.

"Alright, let me list some things for you. One: you can get him to admit stuff. For example that he is an annoying bastard who keeps distracting other people from doing their work. Right, Charles?"

The latter wheezes when she pokes his belly and arches away of the touch.

"Shut uhup!"

Crystal sighs. "Yeah, still working on that... but there's more on the list! Two: even if he doesn't want to admit he's an annoying bastard, you can still punish him for being one. I haven't really figured out his worst spots yet, but his waist seems to be pretty bad."

As soon as she's said that, Charles' eyes widen and he protectively wraps his arms around his abdomen. When her hands suddenly dart forwards, he lets out a noise that is most definitely not a shriek and instinctively curls up.

"Nonono, Crystal plehease."

This finally gets a reaction out of Edwin. He chuckles softly and takes a few more steps towards them. Niko takes that as her hint to add more to the list. "Three: you can make him laugh! I like it when Charles laughs. He sounds so joyful and carefree, don't you think?"

When she wriggles her fingers under Charles' arms, the latter cries out before bursting into loud laughter. He tries to grab her wrists and drag her hands away, but Crystal uses the opening and tickles his sides with so much vigour that it immediately forces him to bring his arms down again. He writhes until he manages to turn onto his side and curl up, but Niko simply draws her hands back before reaching out again to claw at the back of his ribs and gently trace her fingernails over his nape. Charles' laugh goes up in pitch and volume and he frantically shakes his head.

"Oh my Gohod, Niko please don't do thahat!"

"But it's so much fun!", Niko exclaims and tickles a spot below his ear that makes him bubble over with giggles.

"Aww, Charles! I didn't know you could produce such adorable noises", Crystal teases with a playful smirk. Charles gasps for air and curls up even more, desperately trying to prevent Crystal's hands from reaching his stomach and waist.

"I do nohot! I- no, wahait! Dohon't, Crystal let go!"

The latter has a firm grip on both of Charles' wrists, which she has pinned down to the left and right of his body. Where she has got the strength to do that from, Charles has no idea. Or maybe he has simply become very weak due to all the squirming and laughing. Niko is still scribbling over his neck and placing some pokes arcoss his chest and ribcage, but it's not enough to have him laughing full-on. Which means he has nothing to distract him from the words that leave Crystal's mouth a second later.

"Would you like to give me a hand here, Edwin?"

Charles chokes on his spit and has to cough a few time before he manages to protest.

"WHAT?! No, nononono, don't even think about it! Edwin. Mate, come on, you can't do this to me!"

The last part of the sentence comes out as a giggly plea because while he's been talking, Edwin has approached them and is now kneeling on the floor next to Niko.

"Charles. Weren't you the one who said that I should consider Crystal's suggestions more often? Well, this is me considering her suggestion. You're welcome."

"Oh, you’re all just a bunch of dirty bastards!", Charles exclaims, but there is no real heat behind his words.

Crystal narrows her eyes. "Careful. In case you've forgotten, we literally have you pinned to the floor and you're about to get the life tickled out of you."

Totally against his will, his breath hitches and he feels goosebumps rise on his skin. Crystal smirks when she sees it. "Well, Edwin. Where do you want to start? I have a feeling that pretty much everywhere will be effective."

"Maybe you should try his knees!", Niko says full of eagerness.

Edwin raises an eyebrow. "His knees? Is it even possible for a person to be ticklish on their knees?"

"Well, only one way to find out", Crystal says with a crooked grin. She's pretty positive that this will get a good reaction because she felt how Charles tensed up the second Niko mentioned his knees.

Edwin tentatively reaches out and places his hand on one of Charles' knees. After a second of contemplation, he curls and un-curls his fingers, letting his nails gently graze against the fabric of the other's jeans. The reaction comes instantly. Charles throws his head back with a narrowly suppressed laugh as his entire leg jerks.

"Edwin, stop it! Mate come on, plehease."

An amazed smile spreads on Edwin's lips and he eyes Charles.

"Charles, you must be really ticklish if this is already affecting you so much."

He didn't say it in a teasing way but rather as an observational statement. It causes Charles to blush nevertheless. He quickly rolls his eyes and huffs to cover it up.

"Fine, I am! But that doesn't mean you-"

He cuts himself off with a muffled squeal and instinctively tries to grab Edwin's wrist, but Crystal still manages to keep him pinned (no, seriously, how the fuck does she manage that?). So he has no choice but to endure the slow but firm squeezes Edwin is giving to his knee and lower thigh. It doesn't get better when the other decides to let his hand wander upwards until it reaches his hip.

"You said this was a bad spot, right?", Edwin asks with a glance at Crystal. The latter smirks and nods.

"I will probably have a hard time holding him down. He was very adamant at stopping me when I tried to tickle him there."

"I will help you!", Niko suddenly chips in and grabs one of Charles' wrists with both of her hands, allowing Crystal to do the same with the other.

Charles slowly starts to panic. Crystal alone has managed to pin him down for quite a while - there is no way he stands a chance of freeing himself with two people holding him down. He fights to keep the anticipatory giggles at bay, but he is already fidgeting nervously and his breathing has accelerated.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious! Three against one is so unfair", he protests, his eyes darting from Niko to Crystal to Edwin. The latter tilts his head and grins mischievously.

"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad, can it?"

All of Charles' warning bells go off. Edwin is teasing him. And for some reason, he is so susceptible to it. Because for the second time that day, he feels his cheeks heating up. For a second, he finds himself at a loss for words. That is until Edwin decides to start pinching his hips, which drags him back to reality very quickly.

"Dohon't!"

It's all he manages to splutter before dissolving into a fit of gasps and giggles. He cries out when Edwin moves to his waist and starts drawing little patterns with his nails. The gentle touch is sending ticklish shocks through his body and he frantically tries to free his hands. His eyes are tightly shut and his body is shaking with laughter.

"No, please not there, please-"

Niko snickers.

"Oh, I think this really is a bad spot."

Edwin's eyes sparkle playfully as he watches the squirming boy beneath him.

"You know Crystal, I don't think he was exaggerating when he called this a weapon."

Charles makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine.

"Yehes, and you are killing me with it!"

"Well, then I guess it's fortunate that you are already dead", Edwin responds and tickles his belly with both hands.

"Go for his ribs. I want to see what happens", Crystal instructs with a grin.

Charles gasps for air and writhes.

"NO! For Fuck's sake, don't you dare- noho! Oh, I bloodly hahate you all!"

But the bubbly laughter that's bursting out of him makes that statement hard to believe. Edwin is carefully working his way up the other's ribcage, dragging his nails over every rib and wiggling his fingers into all the interspaces. By the time he reaches the upper part of his ribcage, Charles is a laughing mess. His chest is rising and falling with every gasp for breath and he feels tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes. He can't remember the last time he has laughed this hard, if ever.

Edwin reaches his uppermost ribs, right beneath the underarms, the spot where Niko was tickling him earlier. A few seconds of this is enough to break him. He arches his back, then tries to curl up as much as he can and weakly shakes his head.

"I cahan't! Edwin please, please stop tickling me, I cahan't take it anymore!"

Edwin laughs fondly and slows his hands.

"Alright, alright. Despite the fact that you are dead already, I'm not actually trying to kill you again."

He strokes the lengths of the other's sides with his palms a few times to help him calm down, then he pulls his hands back. Crystal and Niko also release their grips on Charles' wrists, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso and curl up. He is breathing heavily and some residual giggles are still tumbling from his lips. Niko soothingly runs her hand over the back of his head.

"I hope we didn't go too far, Charles", she says after a while.

Charles groans and rolls onto his back, but still gives her the hint of a smile.

"It's fine, Niko. Edwin is right, after all. I'm already dead, so it's not like the lack of breath will have any consequences. But still, you three are absolutely ruthless. I won't be quick to froget about this."

Crystal laughs. "You definitely won't, but neither will we. Don't make the mistake of thinking that this was a one-time occurence. You're too much of a cocky bastard for that."

Charles raises his eyebrows at her.

"Don't you make the mistake of thinking I won't get you back for this."

"Ha! Hate to disappoint you Charles, but I'm not ticklish. You're free to give it a shot, but don't be surprised when it ends with you in the same position you've been in a minute ago."

Charles rolls his eyes and turns his head to look at Niko. "Fine. Then I will find myself an easier target. After all, it was you who started this whole mess in the first place."

A light blush spreads on Niko's cheeks, but she smiles nevertheless.

"Good luck with him, Niko. He can be quite persistent once he's got something into his head", Edwin says. Niko looks at him and tilts her head.

"What about you, Edwin? Are you ticklish as well?", she asks.

Edwin startles and his eyes widen.

"What? Me? Er, I..."

"Oooh!", Niko exclaims before he has a chance to say more.

Edwin scowls.

"Don't even think about it, Niko."

He turns his head when he hears the amazed chuckle and freezes when he sees the mischievous grin that is spreading on Charles' face.

"Oh my God. You are in such deep shit, Edwin. Because I will get you back for this. And I will most definitely tell you that 'it can't be that bad' while you are squirming beneath me and screaming with laughter."

Crystal cackles at the face Edwin makes.

"This is too good. I don't know what exactly we started here, Niko, but I feel like all hell will break loose. And I'm definitely here for it."

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