#ticklish!moon

[thatmooncake]

if you press on that blue button on moon's chest, will it make a honk sound? 0w0

Substitute acquired

[valiantphantomangel]

Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it @just-a-fluffy-knight 💜

Oh no

"You know you aren't getting away from me right?" Marc smirked as he ran after you while you two circled the couch.

"Now hold on a Damm second, i didn't even do anything!" You exclaimed as you kept looking at him from the other side of the couch. When he moved left you moved right and so on.

"So when Steven told me that you stole his candy stash and therefore also mine, he was lying?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, i would never do something like that, I'm the pure picture of innocence" you said with a sweet smile.

"Now that's the biggest lie that I ever hear" Marc smirked before launching himself over the couch with those stupid reflexes that he has.

You squealed right before you were tackled onto the carpet behind the couch and boy did he not take it easy on you.

This man dug into the ribs before you even hit the ground and quickly sat himself down on your thighs.

"MARCHAGGAHGAHGA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.

"Yes that's my name, what's yours?" He teased as he kept one hand on your ribs while letting the other scribble around your belly button.

"YOU BastERD-HAHHAHAGHAG"!!!

"Now now no need for such foul language" he tsskd at you "You only have to tell me where you put the rest of our candy and I'll let you go".

"NEVERHIHIHIHIHIHI"

"Bad choice of words".

Marc leaned forward and blew a raspberry in your neck as he squeezed your sides.

Your deep belly laughter came out as you shook with laughter and only when you felt you were going to go insane from the tickles did you tap out.

"Where is it?" He grinned as he hung above you.

You pointed behind you under the TV table since you were still gaining your breath, Marc stood up, freeing you and walked over to that spot.

You sat up slowly, the remaining ghost tickles still dusting over your tummy and your hair a mess. But with a bright smile on your face.

You stood up when you caught your breath and slowly began to move away, because there was something under the TV table.

.... But it wasn't their precious candy.

You ran away giggling when you heard the glitter bomb go off and an angry but amused Spanish shout behind you.

[bloo-the-dragon]

[smileheart110]

Oh, you are so dead. They're gonna straight up tickle you until they feel like you've had enough/learned your lesson. But on the bright side, you got your well-deserved revenge.

MAGIC [PART 3]

What do you think they gonna go easy or I’m totally dead ? :)

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[smileheart110]

To the Sun and Moon Show tickle community that love making Solar ticklish. Can we agree that there needs to be a tickle fic where Sun, Moon, Lunar, Earth, and Monty (and maybe Jack) find out that Solar's ticklish for the first time and each of them tickle him to find out where he's least and most ticklish since Solar didn't know where nor did he know that he's ticklish due to never being tickled before?

@anxious-lee-ler @not-bixbee @writer-rubes @theclumsyindecisiveturtle

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

[smileheart110]

Revenge is best served ticklish!

Okay VERY important question

Has Sun ever tried getting Moon back?

This is from a comic on my back burners but its only a lil chunk soooo...

Yes... Yes Sun does indeed tickle the tickle monster...

[ticklerrr]

Current mood

Get a little lee

Stip her down

Strap her down

Tickle her till she can barely breathe

Tease her till she can barely think straight

Keep going between point 4 and 5

Sorry what did you say.... That's really mean?

I know my little toy but I'm afraid it's exactly what is gonna happen to you

How long you gonna play with me like that?

Until you can't both barely breathe and think straight at the same time. And no worries I've no rush.....

I've freed myself up today for all the day

[kanene-yaaay]

The Shine in My Eyes (Can Someone Turn Off The Lights?)

Kanene’s notes: Heya heyaaa! I received that request AGES ago and thank you very much for your patience, bean! I hope you like the story, even tho I strayed from the original prompt.

I didn’t proofread it because I really wanted to post it as soon as I could sdfghjjhgfd so maybe some parts are confusing or repetitive, pls just hmu if that is the case ^.^)

Warnings: Light angst and hurt/comfort. Light and rough tickles. Ticklish!Reader and Ler!Moon. Around 4.000 words. Can be platonic or romantic. Sun is mentioned.

[~*~]

“Sleep?” The raspy voice questioned, so quiet that you would almost believe that it was part of your imagination if it wasn’t the amount of times you heard that same question in the last months. It spiked a warm feeling on your chest.

You would almost smile if it wasn’t the mild headache taking over your entire brain. 

“No.”

Cold, metallic hands touched your elbow, leading to an involuntary flinch that quickly disappeared when your mind catched up to whom the hand was. Moon continued, traveling his hands upwards your arm with careful, light and slow touches, telegraphing his movements enough that you could perfectly picture his form slouched next to you on the couch, head tilted, attentive eyes watching your body language and scans looking for signals of distress. It was good that you didn’t even need to open your own eyes to see that, knowing pretty well that doing so would only aggravate your pain.

Frustration ran hot on your throat, making you clench your jaw in response. Your eyes itched, still aching after hours staring at the computer’s screen after an entire morning of going out to do chores and shopping. There was an uncomfortable pressure on the back of your head. Yesterday it all wasn’t good either. This sucked. This really sucked.

Moon pulled you up from the urge to give up to the darkest thoughts peeking on the corner of your mind by taking the light fabric over your eyes and changing it for another one, damp from being recently bathed in cold water. A relieved sigh flees through your lips, your fists unclenching (when did you start pressing your nails in your palms again?) and being lifted to clean a couple of stray tears that now ran across your cheeks.

Two bigger hands overlapped yours, silicone digits wiping the water away before a humming began filling the air. You could almost picture the way the animatronic’s body was swaying from one side to another in the rhythm of the lullaby.

“Fuzzy, fuzzy.” The touch quickly changed directions so it would be playing with your hair, massaging and scratching your scalp with the skill of an animatronic that passed weeks fixated on human hairs and would spend another plentiful of weeks being amazed by their softness, form and type, waiting for you to lower your guards so he could try to convince you to let him try another hairstyle. Maybe you should consider buying them a wing. Sun would love it. You could almost hear the uncontrollably, excited rambling already. A small grin grazed your lips. A finger booped your nose. “You’re fuzzy because you’re tired. Sleep. Go to sleep.”

“Contrary to your belief, sleep doesn’t solve all the problems in the world.” Moon huffed at the lightheaded poke of fun, instead choosing to pinch your poor nose in retaliation. You swatted at his general direction, knowing very well it wouldn’t hit the target nevertheless. It was the thought that counts. “Besides, if I take a nap now it will destroy my sleep schedule for today. I am at least trying to keep it healthy.”

More like, you had now two animatronics that would either began to fuzz over your bad habits, nervously twisting his fingers and anxiously spinning his sunrays, hovering and doing his best to make you feel better while trying to not overstep any boundaries and respect your (bad) choices or follow you at night with light steps and clicking sounds, calmly and happily accompanying you through your chosen night activities while also attempting to subtly nudge you to the direction of your room (and, consequently, your bed).

Of course, every now and then all of you would have your missteps. Some days Sun would tremble uncontrollably and hug you tightly when you tried to go out, chatting non stop over your and Moon’s attempts to comfort him. Another nights you would move too quickly or suddenly and Moon’s eyelights would go to a bright red and he would tackle you on the floor, body frozen on a security code he no longer had, but that still affected him. Other weeks everything would feel too much and you would push them far and away and wonder when it all came to this. Why did all came to this.

But… 

But then there were also be days where Sun would skip around the house, a happy humming that made his entire circuits vibrate - and kind of reminded you of a cat - on the tip of his tongue, a batch of homemade cookies or a new colored drawing waiting for you after a long day. There would be moments when your presence and Moon’s comforting, teasy banter would be able to make his sunrays twitch less anxiously and for him to smile brighter, every shoulder bump, every poke, every half hug and every lingering touch would be a promise and a confession (I am here I am here I care I am here).

There would be moments when Moon would come at your room with his hands once again tangled in a mess of yarn’s strands and he would grumble at your light pokes of fun and refuse to tell about his new project so he could catch you and Sun by surprise and tease you both about your reactions afterwards. There would be nights when he would be frozen and twitchy and feel the worst because he can’t get his body to move and you would start telling him about your day, about a funny meme you saw on internet and and interesting something he maybe didn’t know yet about humans or the world that exists around them, and then, bit by bit, he would be able to move (his entire systems blastring friend friend my friend my dear friend over and over above the instinct of threat catch eliminate) and you would watch a movie.

And there would be moments when you gave them surprise gifts because it seems like their wonder about the world, the universe and humanity would never disappear no matter how much time they spent out of that mall. There would be days they would leave warm dishes and hot drinks on your desk, when they would hug and hold you close when you were ready to face them, when they would listen to you and sing soft lullabies or distract you with games and banter until a smile and a soft feeling took over the sadness and red eyes.

There would be days that you spent looking for new activities or experiences the animatronics hadn’t tried yet, preparing another good memory for them to have. There would be afternoons when Sun would dance with you across the living room because he knew how much you loved that song. There would be evenings when Moon would wipe your tears and distract you from your aching eyes because he knew that bad thoughts are easier to fight when you’re not alone.

Evenings just like this one.

“Thinking too hard.” Moon pressed his thumb firmly on your forehead, pulling you out of your thoughts (again). “Too hard. Must rest. Sush.”

You snorted. “Wow. Thank you, man. I have no idea how I lived until now without your rich life advices.”

“Cheeky brat.” A playful poke was jabbed on your side, fishing a surprised yelp from your lips. 

Silence.

“Let’s play a game.”

A jumpy ‘zing!’ ran across your spine at the dangerous and incredibly joyful tune that took over his raspy voice, and you immediately knew that there wouldn’t be another ending for this day other than you becoming a mess of laughter on the couch. Still, even when a wobbly smile stretched on your face you tried to sound firm.

“No.” It didn’t work very well. There was no heat in it, titters already bubbling in the back of your throat. Your arms began moving and flailing in the general direction of his snickers.  “Moon, no. Give me your hands. Give me your hands right no-o-ow, come on!” Your words began fading and twinkling in between stubborn giggles and squeaks as a wave of pokes and squeezes began attacking your entire torso from seemingly everywhere. 

"Sorrrrry, Moonlight. Can you repeat that?" He was prodding your ribs now, tapping his fingers on each one of them, escaping from your grabbing hands with ease, not taking long before his attack changed to a light pinching of that absurdly vulnerable spot that connected your belly with your sides. His delighted tune showed that he was not sorry at all. "Can't hear you over all of those wiggly giggly giggles. Care to repeat what you just said? Hm?"

His attacks were getting even harder to predict, the cloth on your eyes helping in nothing your current state, actually, the fact that you couldn’t see where he would strike next only made butterflies fly excitedly on your nerves.

Before a reply could leave your mouth, however, his hands began spidering all across your midsection, digits fluttering and dancing on your stomach, barely scratching the sensitive skin next to your bellybutton, teasing and worming their way up and down, from a side to another on your stomach, exploring and tickling every available space until it could calmly rest on your hips, still softly scribbling the ticklish spot with no worries in his heart.

It was hard to not squirm with the tickles, even more so to control the yelps and chuckles that kept falling from your mouth like a waterfall. Especially with Moon's taunting squeezes that never failed to appear when you never expected and fish a squeaky snort.

You tried to talk once again.

He digged his fingers just the slightly bit on the flesh of your hips.

Your hands flew to hold his wrists, lips pressed firmly shut with the willpower that he, the evil jester, the mean clown wouldn't get not even a single more yelp from you.

"I think someone wants to laugh. ~" The whispering wasn't even that close, the animatronic not even having a breath to make it so taunting but you still felt the urge to scrunch your neck and protect your sensitive ears, knowing very well they were one of their favorite places to attack. "Someone here, a very ticklish, very giggly and silly-silly-silly someone wants to laugh sooo much right now… isn’t that right, starlight?"

His hands (still being held but not pushed away by yours) calmly crawled across your sides, drumming on your ribs and still going up until both of them laid on your shoulders, scribbles and scratches leading their way up to your chin, leading your squirms even worse with all the giddy anticipation that traveled across your nerves and made it hard to stay still in the same place.

"Such precious, beautiful laughter and giggles trapped right here." He tsked, one of his hands traveling slowly - all his movements now were surprisingly and still slow, as if he was telegraphing his moves for you - to tease the underline of your jaw. "Greedy, greedy. Wanting to keep all of your adorable reactions all for yourself. You need to learn to share."

His voice was closer. Much closer than before. Danger sirens blasted on your brain but the effort to not laugh and succumb to the ticklish scratches now focusing on unfairly attacking the shell of your ears and the spot right behind them distracted you too much to realize what was about to happen. Why was his voice closer? 

A low, half filled with joy and half with mischief chuckle filled the air. And suddenly you knew the answer. 

“Moon, don’t you dare-!” But it was too late, the unbearable buzzing already taking over your senses, the raspberry spreading like electricity across every single inch of ticklish skin on your neck, pulling all the laughter, all the squeaks, snorts and titters from their hiding spots, making a smile stretch from a side to another on your face.

It didn’t last more than one or two minutes, however. And soon enough Moon was changing and re-adjusting the cloth over your eyes since the last one was already dry and it had fallen from its place with all the struggles. It was dark and your vision was still slightly blurry, but the smirk over the other’s faceplate was crystal clear, his head spinning twice before it bobbed in your direction. 

You mentioned for him to come closer, giggles still running away from your mouth uncontrollably. When he did as asked, your hands held his face with care, thumbs caressing the metal of his cheeks, red eyes watching your expression with adoration and wariness.

“I…” You took a good gulp of oxygen, letting your voice in a sweet, lovely tune, giant smile still plastered on your features. “Will destroy you once I’m free.”

The wheezing sound that came out of his system was loud and uncontrollable, a few parts of his exoskeleton clicking non stop in a kind of amusement that only happened when his guard was down and he was caught by surprise.

You probably just made it even worse to yourself. It was clear for the way that Moon’s eyes squinted until they looked like a crooked smile.

But the promise was worth it. Maybe you could even ask for Sun’s help. His teases were basically unbearable to endure.

“Lay down, lay down, troublemaker.” Careful touches pushed your shoulders so they would go back to a laying position, the piece of fabric being again put over your eyes and bringing a sense of cold relief. It almost made up for the fact that you were walking to a trap.

Well, at least it was a comfortable one.

“Perrrrrfect.” You felt Moon lifting your legs, sitting on the free space on the couch and then laying said ones on his lap. “You laughed, now it means you have to play my game.~”

You wondered if you would be able to get to your room and lock yourself before the animatronic could catch you.

As if reading your thoughts, two hands locked on the spot right above your knees, not squeezing (not yet) but being close enough that a wobbly tune began painting your grin and the need to wiggle away started itching on your nerves.

“Alright.” You acquiesced, the grumpy pout being quickly erased when a single finger skittered on the ticklish skin under your knees. Cheater. “Alright. What is the game?” 

“Say the word.” Confusion must have shown on your face, because Moon continued his sentence. “I write and you say the word, right, squeaky mouse?” As if to confirm his words, he clawed your kneecap, fishing a squeal.

You didn’t answer right away, the squeezes became more and more quicker.

“Ok, ok!!” Kicks did nothing to dislodge the attack, and by the way Moon snickered, he knew very well that. Laughter began bubbling once again on your throat. “I agree! I already agrehehehed, stohohop!”

Satisfied, the animatronic relented his tickling, hands not more touching anything.

Strangely enough that only made you feel even more ticklish, tingles and shivers running and spreading everywhere.

“Guess.”

And then they were back.

The tip of his index finger touches your thigh in a straight line, goosebumps following the scribbling as it changed to lay in the middle of the previous straight line only to make another, tiny, tickly, horribly tickly bolts of electricity teasing the nerves as he repeated the sign, over and over again.

“Guess.”

An only finger dancing and tracing your thigh. It shouldn’t be able to tickle so much. It shouldn’t affect you this much. But it was so light. It was so unbearably light and soft. It was…

It was a letter.

“Ihihihi! It’s an ‘I’!”

“Yesss.” Moon seemed delighted at the snickers, more than happy to see you playing along the silly game and forgetting the reason for your earlier tears. “Second one. Four letters” He got closer to your knee, but instead of one, now two fingers danced and scratched the sensitive skin, going up - once again in a straight line - before going down and to the right - another line, - repeating the movements thrice before moving to the kneecap, softly tracing circles on it again and again and again and again and-

“Move on!” You could feel the heat creeping on your neck and face, the airy giggles becoming more and more frenetic and uncontrollable as the previous daycare attendant refused to focus his attention elsewhere. He did, however, continue after a few more seconds, not wanting to scramble your thoughts so much. 

Moon lifted your leg just a little bit, just enough for him to reach with no problem behind your knee, pulling his touch downwards before going right up, as if his touch was doing little jumps on the spot, zings and more zings of tickly electricity pulling hints of snorts on your reactions.

Lowering his tracing a bit more he arrived to your calf. One straight line up. One to the right. Go a tad downwards the first line. Another line. More downwards. One more line.

He began repeating the tracing. You felt like all of your other tickle spots were tingling in empathy for the calve’s struggles.

“Lohohove! It’s ‘I love’!” A wheeze escaped from your lips and filled the air. Was he really writing I love you? “That is so chehehesy.”

“Sush, sush, sush, cute teapot.” A couple of squeezes. More kicks in protest. “Third word. Five letters.”

Wait. Five?

Now, Moon moved closer to your ankles, three fingers scribbling and drawing the letters, slipping way too close to your soles for it to be only a mistake. It took him having to ‘write’ the word more three times since your brain simply erased any and every knowledge as soon as he felt those nails scraping the skin of  your ankles.

“Being!” You shouted, once again descending in breathless laughter and squirms when the animatronic confirmed that your guess was right, firmly rubbing and massaging the sensitive skin so that you could get a break and breathe more steadily. 

It took a while before snorts and quiet squeals stopped taking over your voice and your legs stopped tingling and sending shivers across your body. You didn’t even was usually that ticklish on your legs, but the mix of light and soft teases and not being able to see what he would do next making your sensitivity spike to the sky.

The game had a logic, however. Thighs, knees, calves, ankles… If you weren’t mistaken, then the next one would be…

Another ‘zing!’ ran down your spine.

“Last word. Seven letters.”

Seven letters.

I love being…

“Wait, wait, wait!” You tried pulling your legs away, but the hands were keeping them nice and cozy in his firm grip. The cloth fell from your eyes and you looked for his, an unstable, pleading grin on your face. “Moon, wait, you know I can’t!” His eyes only squinted more in mischief, smirk growing on his mouth unashamedly. That son of a- “I can’t say it, Moon, please! I swear Moon, I cahahan’t!”

He lifted his hands, fingers wiggling in the air. For a moment you thought that the sentient robot was waving you goodbye since he was about to absolutely kill you dead. But then you heard it.

A faint buzzing, dancing and filling the room.

“No!”

The clawing hand slowly began moving to your feet.

“Last word. Five letters.”

“Don’t you dare!” You had no idea how your voice didn’t break any windows with how high pitched and loud it was, the hysterical, belly laughter already bubbling in the back of your throat as pleas fell like flocks from your lips. “Moon, don’t you dare! No! Come on! Do NOT-”

The buzzing, still discharging small ticklish sparks of electricity touched your sole.

Everything, for a blissful moment, froze.

Then it all came crashing down.

The buzzing filled every single inch of your nerves, tickling in ways that should be illegal, especially as the animatronic - the traitor - began moving to trace the spot as if you could concentrate in the letters being written over all the incoherent babbles and pleas that generously painted the laughter taking over your senses.

You already knew the word that was being written, and was very aware that said one didn’t need all the scratches being delivered to the arch of your feet, or the scribbles that attacked without mercy the balls of your feet and digged under and in between your toes, wiggling and tickling and tickling there without a care in the word.

“I will write it again.” Moon basically purred, sounding too much like the perfect personification of a very smug cat. “Pay attention, gigglebug.”

Before you could protest the fingers were once again traveling across your soles, repeating the attacks and now focusing on all the weak spots they found in their way, fishing plentiful of squeals, squeals, yelps, giggles, titters and snorts in their way.

Everything stayed like that for a few pieces of time. Laughing filling the air, buzzing and tickling taking over every sense. The melodious symphony fulfilling hearts.

And then it stopped.

Moon chuckled, once again rubbing the spot so the ghost tickle feeling would disappear faster, even if your remanent tittering laughter still stretched between you both.

“Did you discover the word?” 

You opened your eyes, wiping a few tears that escaped and trying to look chastising at the robot in front of you, although your burrowed frown didn’t hold any heat, especially with the wide smile still blossoming on your face, shining eyes staring directly at him.

Moon only chuckled more.

“Alright, alright. Troublemaker. But one day you’ll have to admit that you love it.~” 

Before you could answer with a snarky remark, the animatronic surprised you by picking you up and laying down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest.

“Game is not over. One more sentence.” It was an affirmation, but you lived enough with him to recognize the questioning tune in his words.

“No more.” You established.

He grumbled. You were pretty sure that if he could pout, he would.

Silence.

“Gentle tickles…?” 

A sigh left your lungs at the hopeful feeling in his voice.

“… Sssstarlight?”

And how could you ever say no to that?

“Ok. But only light ones.” You agreed. Because when it came to Sun and Moon you had a piece of butter in the place that should be your heart, as it seems.

Moon began carelessly grazing the tip of his fingers on your back, the tickles just light enough to make one or two giggles jump here and there, a pleasant feeling of comfort and softness spreading and relaxing your muscles, making them melt and a warmth to blossom on your chest.

So caring. So comfortable. So soft…

Your mind began drifting away, breaths coming out more steadily, thoughts becoming less and less coherent as the minutes passed by.

You only realized Moon’s plan too late, when your conscience was already slipping away and the tiredness of the day was already catching up.

That freaking cheater.

Well, at least it was probably already late enough that a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

[smileheart110]

0////0

THE DWARF BALLPIT SHARK STRIKES AGAIN >:3

[valiantphantomangel]

The vigilante

A/n: here it is! I hope y'all enjoy the read!

Oxygen inflated your lungs, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ran through the streets of London, the sounds of fast approaching footsteps thundered behind you.

You were a vigilante who just moved with her parents to London and all was good... Until you met him tonight.

A silhouette draped in a white almost bandage like suit suddenly dropped down in front of you, the white cape following after the stranger.

"You're going to have to come with me" An American accent came from behind the mask.

"What do you want?" You asked from behind your own mask.

"Just the identity of a new vigilante in town"

You immediately knew that you couldn't let that happen, if he saw that you were still a kid he would never take you seriously.

"I can't give you that, I'm sorry" you said as you turned around to run away from him.

He however had predicted this kind of move and intercepted you halfway, throwing you over his shoulder and having such a death grip on your legs that you knew you weren't getting out soon.

"Let me down!" You yelled as you turned and twisted to try and get out of his grip but even with your enhanced strength you weren't a match against him.

"Calm down" The Moon Knight said as he carried you across a few blocks and into what seems like an apartment block.

He opened a door and quite literally threw you onto a chair before tying your arms onto the armrests.

"Come on man this isn't necessary" you groaned as you tugged on your wrists.

"Until you tell me who you are you ain't leaving that chair" he said as his mask disappeared.

"Wait a second I know you! I saw you at a gift shop in a museum!" You exclaimed.

"Well now it's only fair if you tell me who you are since you know who I am" he said as he walked towards you.

"Nope not happening"

"Listen here you wannabe vigilante, when someone who is stronger then you wants to know something from you, you listen" he growled as he put his hands on your shoulders to glare down at you.

But that glare dissolved as a shaky giggle flipped over your lips from when his gloved fingers fluttered past your neck.

He seemed to be listening to something before turning towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ticklish, little vigilante?" He teased as his fingers once again fluttered against the sides of your neck.

"N-no" you stuttered as you suppressed your giggles.

"No? That little giggle of you suggests something else" he grinned as he expertly ghosted his fingertips over the exposed part of your shoulders.

Giggles slipped past your lips before you could stop them and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's what I thought" he smirked before suddenly tasering your sides.

Your body jolted forward as a howl of laughter ripped through your lungs, feet kicking against the floor.

"STOPHIHIHI ITHHAHAHHA" You screamed through your laughter, suddenly very grateful that your mask could only be removed by you otherwise he would have pulled it off a long time ago.

"Until you tell me who you are, I ain't stopping" he grinned as he spidered over your ribs. Blast you for having a skin tight suit.

You shrieked in laughter as you fought against your bonds.

"Come on, it's not that hard. I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours"

You shook your head and he immediately redoubled his efforts, every spot he could find was being mercilessly tickled, your sensitivity not helping one bit.

After minutes of unending torture you couldn't take it anymore "Y/N! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THAT'S MY NAMEHIHIHIHIHI"

He stopped slowly before grinning "Now was that so hard, I'm Marc"

"I would say pleasure to meet you but my mother taught me not to lie" you huffed with couldn't stop the stupid smile on your lips.

"You're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" Marc chuckled as he leaned against the wall opposite of you.

"Can't stop my personality now can I"

"Now take off your mask" he demanded after a short second. The playfulness leaving his voice but that wasn't the strange thing.

It was how his accent changed to a spanish one.

"I'm bound" you stated.

He glared for a second before coming over and cutting the ropes around your wrists.

You stretched your arms before slowly pulling off your mask.

His expression changed to a surprised one "maldito infierno your just a kid"

"I am not a kid" you bit back

He raised his hands in surrender but continued to look at you.

After minutes of you two just staring at each other it started to freak you out a little, his facial expressions stayed completely cold.

"Jake stop it your scaring her" A man with a English accent said and your head snapped at the sound.

There in the mirror was man, the exact copy of the solid man in front of you.

"What the fuck!" You shouted your eyes wide as you stood up from the chair.

Jake looked from you to the man in the mirror.

"You can see him?"

"Of course i can" you said as you mind started to think of a way to escape.

"No one else can see us except for us" The man in the mirror said as Marc appeared next to him "Shut it Steven!"

"That doesn't make any sense" you said as you inched towards the window. All three of them to busy discussing how you could see them.

"She shouldn't be able to see us" Marc said as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Yes i know that but the question is what are we going to do with her, she knows all of us now" Steven told the other two and as if on que turned to you where you just managed to get the window open.

"It's been great but I've got to go" You grinned before jumping out of the window.

Jake ran to the window and looked down, expecting to see you crash onto the ground but saw something else entirely.

A web shot from your wrist as you flung yourself into the air before disappearing into the busy city.

"We have got to catch that kid" Jake thought out loud as he turned to the other two.

Marc took control of the body and grabbed his phone, searching a number.

"And I know just the man for the job" He smirked.

The number of Peter Parker ringing.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Hey Luni! I got you some small lizard toys *gives them*

I love ya you're my favorite lil buddy

*gentle chin scritches*

"Gimme!"

*snatches*

*he is scritched*

*snickers then jumps back*

"Hey! D-Don't!"

[smileheart110]

(Sun and Moon Show) Lee/Ler Solar Headcanons

I decided to do this because I really like Solar from the Sun and Moon Show (I cried when he died and I hope he comes back) and I was inspired by @not-bixbee and @anxious-lee-ler cause they both like Solar and making him ticklish. I hope you like it since it's my first headcanon.

Lee:

He's a shy and flustered lee.

Gets flustered easily.

Very feather ticklish.

Loves gentle tickles.

His worst spot is his back.

Due to Solar being both Sun and Moon, he's much more ticklish than both of them.

Can't say the word "tickle" or any variation of it without blushing.

The toe beans on his feet is his squeak spot.

Can't handle anticipation tickles at all.

Loves getting tickled by Earth for obvious reasons.

He squirms and wiggles around when tickled.

Touch-starved due to living in his dimension with his Moon and Monty.

His favorite spots are his chin and the palm of his hands.

Raspberries and nibbles make him squeal and shriek.

Nuzzles make him giggle and laugh.

His laugh is a bit raspy and wheezy, but loud and bouncy.

Has the same bad tickle spots as Sun (being his rays) and Moon (being the back of his knees), but has his own, obviously.

Can't stand being teased.

Only gets tickled by his family members and people he trusts.

Blushes when he hears the word "tickle" and/or sees a tickle scene in a show or movie.

Gets tickled into taking breaks or going to sleep by either one of his family members or sometimes the computer.

Ler (This one's gonna be short since there's barely any ler Solar art and fics):

He's a gentle and evil ler.

Mostly does comfort tickles.

Loves to tickle Lunar since he's known him the longest.

Surprisingly good at tickling.

Rarely does rough tickles.

Can say the word "tickle" and any variation of it no problem, but only when he's in a mood, which is very rare.

Only tickles his family members.

Can be a bit merciless at times.

His teasing is a mix of stoic and silly.

Stops to ask if his lee is alright and lets them regain their breath.

Likes to use tickle tools sometimes.

Gives his lee a safeword before he's gonna tickle them.

Sometimes tickles his ler back for revenge.

Very good at aftercare.

Asks if his lee wants him to continue or not.

Rarely joins in on tickling someone whether it'd be a double team or gang tickle.

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And that's it. I hope you like my first headcanon post.

[smileheart110]

I love that a lot! I love redraws of audios, ASMR scenarios, and fanfics.

Would you mind doing a picture based on one of ASMR Scenario's works? Maybe Cheater or Do Your Job Right, since both of those feature lee Moon?

Of course and here it is!

This one's from the "Cheater!" asmr so enjoy that

But now I have to suffer with this lee mood because of the 10 TIMES I had to listen to it. Thanks for that-

[homunculuslover]

A Christmas Eclipse - Part 6 

Uh oh, looks like we've got ourselves a giggle tree.~ The poor festive boy.~ Well, I guess that's it. A fun finale......or is it?~

[amazingmsme]

Laying My Love On You

AN: Still catching up, hang in there! Here’s day 22 with Steven & Layla! Just some really cute fluff for the cute boi. & yes it’s a fucking Mamma Mia reference, eat your heart out.

Layla had brought it up to him while they were out running errands, and Marc had to admit the idea amused him greatly. Mostly because he knew from experience how lovingly cruel she could be, and well, Steven had been rather annoying and sulky lately. How he could still be hung up over a damn fish for this long was behind him. Regardless, he had this coming.

She'd said that Steven accidentally let slip that he's rather ticklish, but immediately realized his mistake and forced Marc out instead. He'd been subtly trying to avoid her ever since. Or not so subtle, it would seem.

They were sitting on the couch, a rerun of the Halloween Baking Championship playing in the background.

"You ready?" she whispered, lips barely ghosting over the shell of his ear. He shivered.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm the one you should be asking," Marc chuckled, allowing her to straddle him and pin his arms to his sides.

Steven was abruptly shoved out. At first, he worried something might be wrong, but then he felt soft lips pepper his neck with tickly kisses.

"Whaha- Lahayla! Ihit's mehehe!" he cried out, as if he could never be the intended target.

"Aw, did Marc not warn you?" she asked, her tone clearly mocking. "You just thought you could hide forever, huh? Or at least until I'd forget about how you're, how did you put it? "Devastatingly ticklish?"" she quoted, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Steven went pale.

"Did- did I say that? That's seems like an exaggeration-" he cut himself off with a giggly squeal when her lips connected with his neck.

"No you definitely said that. It's been ingrained in my memory," she spoke against his skin, the vibrations causing giggles to bubble up in his throat.

She trailed kisses from his jawline down to his collarbone, enjoying every shriek, gasp and squeal he let out. She smirked, "And judging by your reactions, I'd say you were spot on," she teased, mouthing at his Adams apple. He threw his head back and cackled in response.

"Ohoho cohohome ohon, d-don't tease!" he pleaded through helpless laughter. She couldn't help but laugh along.

"Aw, but why not? Does it make it woooorse?" she cooed in a high pitched voice. Steven blushed and tried to scrunch his neck.

"Yehehes ohokahahay?" he whined, burying his face in his hands to hide. Layla scoffed, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away.

"You've been hiding for far too long, I wanna see you smile," she said in a honey sweet tone.

"I-I just thought Marc deserved to be out while you're here," he stuttered out, his honestly surprising them both.

"You know I want to spend time with you too, right?" she asked softly. Steven shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but he's the one you married," he pointed out sheepishly. "Just figured you'd rather be with him," he said quietly.

Steven heard a scoff from his left. He looked to the side to see Marc staring at him from a decorative mirror on the adjacent wall. He furrowed his brows, as if questioning him. Marc wore a smug smirk and said, "That sounds like a pretty flimsy excuse for swapping places in the middle of a tickle attack. You deserve this."

Steven was about to defend himself, yelping instead when Layla grabbed him by the hips and tugged so he was laying flat on his back. Before he could ask what she was doing, his shirt was being taken off. Her lips kissed from the base of his neck down his chest as breathy snickers and squeals filled the air.

With the trail of ticklish kisses she left in her wake, it wasn't hard to guess where her next target was.

"Lahahaylahaha nohoho! Nohohot my tuhummyyy!" he whined, hands tangled in her hair as he weakly tried to shove her away, or at the very least redirect her to a different spot.

"Oh, did I find your tickle spot?" she taunted, nuzzling her face into the warm skin. He shrieked, deep belly laughter pouring freely from his mouth with the force of rushing rapids. Layla laughed, the vibrations sending tiny shocks through his system. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Layla was going to have a very fun night.