#twisted Wonderland tickle

[farfaripol]

I noticed that there is no tickle content on Disney Twisted Wonderland sooo... I decided to be the first! Well here goes lee!Ace!!

In thqt collar the students are not able to use magic and considering the small feud between Grim and Ace I decided to draw them in such a state:3 please play this game and feed me with tickle fics...

[bluebladefluff]

Warning! Spoilers for Event: lost in a book with stitch

For my Twst tickle fans, specifically Lee!Riddle fans

Riddle ticklish confirmed?

I might be over thinking this a bit to much but riddle fully says “something tickled my hand” dose that mean riddle has ticklish palms? I think it is such a cute concept. Correct me in the chat if I’m wrong

[anzynai]

Study Break!

Riddle & Ace & Chenya (TWST)

a/n: WOOOO another twst fic done! and its lee riddle!! surprisingly enough, i actually got a lot of lee riddle requests (which i dont blame u nom nom) so im planning to write those requests in the future. still, here i combined two of them so i hope u dont mind! this was actually meant to be posted much sooner but well.. got sidetracked. plus, i wanted to write another fic before i posted this one. (that did not happen) ANYWAY, enjoy!

summary: when ace is forced to study with riddle, he finds that things may not be so bad after-all when a friend of riddle’s comes to visit!

word count: 1.5k

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“Urghhh..” Ace groaned to himself. “This sucks..” Slouching over his papers, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to his room and sleep for ten years.

See, it was his fault, wasn’t it? That he had to waste three hours of his day on schoolwork instead of doing literally anything else. It’s true that he did get a.. well, less than favorable score on his test, but no! What he blamed himself on was the fact he had accidentally let Riddle see it!

And now, he was here, in the Heartslabyul Lounge, textbooks as far as the eye can see (or really, only covering the table) and Riddle drilling lesson after lesson into his brain. He was sure that if he stayed there a second longer, his brain would quite literally melt.

He hated that Riddle was actually a really good tutor. This wasn’t Ace’s first time getting a tutoring session with the Housewarden, despite the other’s busy schedule. But.. he had to be in the mood to study, you know?

“Do you get it, Ace? This is important,��� Riddle asked, causing another groan to pass through the freshman’s lips.

“Yes… but..” He said, knowing full well that he hadn't been listening to Riddle for the past five minutes. “Can’t we just take a small break?”

“Not when you haven’t been listening to me at all. Do you really think you’re deserving of a break?” Riddle narrowed his eyes, his arms crossed. Ace, on the other hand, averted his eyes after getting through his initial shock.

“So you noticed..”

“Of course I did.”

“I just can’t focus! It’s just one test. I’ll do better on the next one.” Ace shrugged, looking out the window. He could be doing other things right now. Should he just.. say he needs to go to the bathroom and just leave? No, it’s Riddle. He would wait until Ace got back and punish him. And no one wanted to be on the receiving end of Riddle’s punishments.

“But you didn’t do well on this one. Tell me, what will you do if this material shows up on the final exam?” Riddle questioned, doubtful.

“Eh..”

“Hehe, playing teacher?” A voice suddenly cut out, startling the two. Ace jerked his head over towards the source to see.. a floating head?!

“Ah! It’s you!” What was his name? Arte… Pinky..? Huh???

“Chenya,” Riddle sighed, then looked up, a glare directed at him, rather than Ace. “Stop using your signature spell to scare others.”

“Hehe.” Chenya winked, then the rest of his body appeared.

“Freaky…” Ace mumbled to himself, still recovering from his heart attack earlier. How did he get in here anyway? When did he get here?

“What are you doing here?” Riddle asked the RSA student.

“Can’t I just visit my friends~?” Chenya put his hands behind his head, casually.

Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m assuming you’ve already met with Trey then?”

“Nope,” Chenya started, popping the p. “I actually thought I was gonna see you two together. You two used to be like, attached at the hip.”

“We were not.” Riddle looked away.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatcha doing?” He said, half-walking, half-skipping over to the table. Sevens, him and Floyd would get along swimmingly— no pun intended.

“As you can see, I’m tutoring one of my freshmen. He got an unacceptable grade on his last test and I am going to ensure that doesn’t happen again,” Riddle explains, gesturing at the textbooks sprawled about on the table.

“Way to put all my business out there, Housewarden..” Ace muttered under his breath. Riddle pointedly ignored him.

“Looks like he’s been working hard. I heard him ask for a break! Why not give the little freshie one?”

“Little freshie?!” Ace can hardly be grateful for Chenya trying to convince the housewarden to give Ace a break when he’s called that! Still.. a break would be nice.

Riddle looks between the two, a hopeful glint in each of their eyes.

Then, he sighed. “Fine. I will permit silent reading for ten minutes,” He responded, at last, handing him an alchemy textbook.

“Eh?! That’s not a break at all!” Ace exclaimed, before he could help it. He withdrew slightly at the glare that Riddle sent him.

“Yeah. I mean, like, something away from studying. Come on, the Chenya is visiting, do you think I’d wanna watch you two studying?” Chenya whined, throwing his arms out. He seemed very.. mischievous. Clearly, this was not his first rodeo.

“And what do you suggest?” Riddle raised a brow.

“I know!” Chenya declared, like he had been waiting for it, then he set his sights on Ace. Ace startled when Chenya started walking towards him, getting closer and cupping his ear to whisper into it.

Ace lit up while Riddle grimaced. Ace looked at the housewarden, newfound fervor in his demeanor. Ace had a mission and he could tell Riddle was not looking forward to finding out what it was.

“What are you two scheming over there?” Riddle demanded and Chenya shook, like he forgot the other was there. Then, the same fervor was in his eyes.

“Get him!” Chenya shouted, suddenly, as if Ace were a soldier or a knight or… something. Still, Ace obliged, running to pounce Riddle. Riddle didn’t seem to stop him, even though he very well could have, so the freshman could tell that he was curious about where this was going to go.

Then, Ace wiggled his fingers on Riddle’s sides and Chenya joined in, tickling Riddle’s ribs and armpits.

“H-huh?! Unhahand me!”

“No way! You were right, he is ticklish!” Ace exclaimed, almost incredulously.

“Hehe, isn’t he?” Chenya giggled. And that’s when it seemed to click in Riddle’s mind that that’s what they were whispering about. Riddle bit his lip, trying to resist but it was all over before he even began.

“Lehehehet gohoho!” Riddle laughed, an unwilling blush rising to his cheeks. Ignoring all that Riddle was, he looked so.. cute and innocent here.

“Nuh uh! This is how I want to spend my break!” Ace started poking his fingers in between Riddle’s ribs, loudly and obnoxiously singing some classical music, like Riddle was a piano. He knew he would probably die later, but… it was worth it.

When he hit a particular sensitive spot on his ribs, Riddle actually snorted. Yep. Definitely worth it.

Chenya was squeezing Riddle’s thighs, lightly grazing the tops of his knees all the while.

“You twohohoho, stahahap!” Riddle cried, squirming and trying to grab his magic pen from his pocket. That is, until Ace started scratching at Riddle’s waist, grazing his sides just barely, but enough to drive him mad.

“No way! Not when I found out my housewarden is,” Ace started, teasingly. “…this ticklish~” He enunciated his words with a poke to his side, laughing at how Riddle jolted each time.

“Teehee, he is just as ticklish as he was when he was little! So cuteee!” Chenya cooed, his slender fingers exploring Riddle’s tummy and bellybutton.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Riddle screeched, his face bright red and Ace wasn’t really sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both. Maybe this shouldn’t go on much longer, he thought, thinking back about the times Riddle had used his unique magic on him. Riddle was better about it now, but he definitely still had his limits.

“Seems like you’re having fun?” A voice called out of seemingly nowhere. All three heads jerked towards the sound, spotting Trey in the doorway.

“Trehehehey! Mahahahake theheheem stohop!” Riddle giggled, finally giving up on trying to break free as he looked at Trey who chuckled in response.

“Alright, don’t you guys think he’s had enough?” Trey asked, walking closer to them but never actually stopping. Ace looked at his house warden and backed away. Chenya got in a few more pokes in before he stopped, as well, deciding to jog over to Trey.

“Trey! Your best friend is here!” He exclaimed, pointing at himself and winking. A fond smile made its way onto Trey’s face and Ace offhandedly wonders about the history between the three.

It is almost silent for a few moments, save for Riddle exhaling slowly and deeply.

“I hope that made for a sufficient break.” Riddle glared at the two, but especially Ace. Likely for giving into Chenya’s whims, which.. fair, but shouldn’t he be more angry at Chenya who suggested tickling him in the first place?!

“It definitely did, Housewarden!” Ace admitted, pushing any fear of retaliation that he might’ve had, recalling the moments just now. If Riddle hadn’t collared him, he must be safe, right? And well, it’s Riddle. Riddle would never do something so petty like tickle him back.

“Whatever. Let’s just get back to learning. And there will be no breaks until we are finished,” The Housewarden declares, sitting up to pick up one of the textbooks on the table. However, he scooted closer towards Ace, so that they were more diagonal than across.

Ace decided not to think about it too much. That is, until Riddle began poking him in the side every time he lost focus or got an answer wrong.

He supposed that this was what he deserved, so he didn't say anything. At least pokes in the side were all it was…

He shivered at the thought of Riddle finding out about how embarrassingly ticklish he was, but he’ll save that for another day! Now, he just has to get through this tutoring session… Ughhhh…

[ticklishfizzy]

What lees do you typically write for

I'm open to suggestions, but here's a list of all I can think of currently: (Lees first, lers listed after) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo - Moxxie, Stolas, & Fizzarolli ✰Moxxie - Millie & Blitzo ✰Fizzarolli - Asmodeus & Blitzo ✰Thinking about a lee!Stolas fic but idk ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor - Rosie, Husk & Lucifer ✰Lucifer - Alastor ✰Husk - Angel Dust & Alastor ✰Angel Dust - Husk ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello - Raphael, Mikey & Leo ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Nico Di Angelo - Will, Hazel, Reyna, Percy, Jason & Leo ✰Hazel Levesque - Nico, Frank & Leo ✰Will Solace - Nico & Apollo ✰Leo Valdez - Nico, Hazel & Jason ✎Encanto ✰Camilo Madrigal - Literally anyone but Dolores is my top choice ✎Dear Evan Hansen ✰Evan Hansen - Connor & Jared ✰Connor - Evan, Jared & Zoey ✎Black Butler ✰Ciel Phantomhive - Sebastian (help I have no idea how to spell his last name) ✎Gravity Falls ✰Dipper Pines - Ford, Mabel & Stan ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Reader - Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy & Monty ✰Sundrop - Moondrop ✰Moondrop - Sundrop ✰Gregory - Glamrock Freddy, Sundrop & Moondrop ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki - Izuku & Bakugou ✰Izuku - Todoroki, Bakugou & All Might ✰Shinsou - Aizawa & Denki (keep in mind I am a stupid American boy with now idea how to write these names) ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade Leech - Floyd ✰Floyd Leech - Jade ✎Voltron ✰Keith Kogane - Lance & Shiro ✎Sanders Sides ✰Virgil Sanders - Logan, Patton, Janus & Remus ✎Avengers ✰ Peter Parker - Tony & Loki ✰ Thinking about a lee!Loki fic but idk ✎Trolls (the third movie) ✰Branch - Floyd, Clay, Bruce & John Dory ✰Maybe Floyd idk

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Fandom list

Sonic

The cuphead show

Transformers

Hazbin hotel

Helluva bøss

Just about all things Disney

Z-o-m-b-i-e-s all movies

Descendants all movies

Smb

Atsv

Fnaf ( the movies too )

TMNT 2012 (ONLY)

Tadc

Atla

Ramshackle

Twisted wonderland

Nickelodeon

[kitstoleurjob]

Day 2. Chase (lee!Ace ler!Deuce)

Ace + Deuce Can be read as either romantic or platonic

Side Note: Aaaaaaaaaaa so this is my first ever public fic!!! I'm not exactly the best writer and apologies if they seem out of character. Happy Tickletober!!!

THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC!!!

"Gah! Deuce! I said I'm sorry, okay!"

"Yeah well sorry isn't getting my head back!"

Earlier that day, the first year pair was hanging around the kitchen, grabbing any and all snacks for a movie night with Yuu and Grim. "Hey, Deuce. You wanna grab a couple tarts? I found a whole batch for the unbirthday party tomorrow." Ace held up a large tray of fruit tarts that Trey had made.

"I wouldn't if I were you. Don't you remember last time you stole a tart? Just put those back, we can just grab something else." Deuce replied, going through a cabinet.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just, hold this for a sec so I can go through the rest of the fridge." Ace rolled his eyes.

"Sure, fine" Deuce grabbed the tray from Ace, watching to make sure he doesn't steal any other party food for the day after.

"Trappola, Spade, what in the queen's name are you doing?!" Riddle stood in the doorway, his arms crossed as his eyes narrowed at the two of them.

"Shoot- Heyyyyyyy housewarden!" Ace waved, a worried smile on his face. "Just, uh, grabbing a snack! Yep! Nothing wrong here, so you can be on your way."

"Then why is Deuce holding the tarts for tomorrow's unbirthday party? Do you really expect me to believe such nonsense?" Riddle eyed the trey Deuce held.

"Housewarden, this is all just a misunderstanding, I swear. We were just grabbing some snacks for a hangout later with Yuu and Grim, honest," Deuce tried to explain.

"Enough of this! Rule 53, 'You must replace anything you steal' and I can obviously tell that neither of you plan on replacing any of the food you're to be taking." Riddle gripped his staff, an irritated look on his face. "Off with your heads!"

So now, Ace was running wildly around the Heartslabyul dorm while a not-so-pleased Deuce quickly followed behind. "This isn't fair! You're on the track team!" Ace panted after a couple minutes.

"Yeah, well neither is getting us in trouble! I'm sure Yuu and Grim are going to expecting us to bring something since they're hosting, and now we have nothing!" Deuce huffed.

The two of them continued these shenanigans for a short while longer until Ace had the bright idea to run into some random room hoping someone could help. Unfortunately, the room Ace chose happened to be his, and his two other roommates were currently out of the room.

"Fuck-!" Ace gasped as he now realized he was trapped. He backed up slowly with his hands in front of him as some form of "defense". His eyes darted around the room looking for any chance of escape before he suddenly hit a bed, falling to a seat on it. "Now c'mon, Deuce- we can be civil, right?" Ace pled.

"Yeah right. This has been one too many times where you've dragged me down to get a punishment that only belongs to you." Deuce cracked his knuckles and grinned.

"Wait Deucey I'm sORRY- wahahahit!" Ace shrieked as Deuce began to sporadically squeeze Ace's sides. "Fuhuhuhuck you-!"

"I don't think someone who's sorry would say that to the person they're apologizing too," Deuce teased, switching his tactics to wiggling his fingers under Ace's arms, bringing out another wave of laughs.

"Gah- Deuhuhuce! Nahat thehehehere!" Ace giggled, bringing his arms down to protect himself, which proved useless as Deuce's fingers were trapped there. "Plehehehease!"

A couple hallways down were Yuu and Grim, looking for the pair of - now late - freshmen. "Grah, where are they?! I'm startin' to get hungry, y'know..." Grim complained, his stomach growling."

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere..." Yuu reassured, looking around for at least a sign of where they could be. That's when they heard the sound of... laughing? from a couple rooms down. They walked over and peeked in the doorway to see quite a silly moment. They walked back out of sight from the two boys and picked up grim. "Let's just leave them to it for a bit. I'm sure Trey can make something for you real quick."

[blueblade-fluff]

So… Floyd Leech is Canonically Ticklish- that gives the Twisted Wonderland Fandom so much more for Lee Floyd! But he is also a Ler because he swears to get Yuu back for tickling him?!

Cannon tickle scene: Floyd Leech Lab Card- Home Screen (when you poke him)

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Twisted Wonderland Tickle Hcs (Part 5):

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Pomefiore Dorm

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Vil Schoenheit:🪞

This boy is extremely ticklish, like the most ticklish person Epel and Rook has ever met. And he hates being tickled bc of this reason. He would fight anyone who comes in contact w/ him in a tickly way. He is weak to teases. Epel found this out when he started wiggling his fingers, cooing, “U know what Rook told me?~ He said u were extremely ticklish~”. And it all went down hill from there. After his tickle torment, his face was all sweaty and he was breathless, which is a common affect for the precious boyo. Which is another reason on y Epel and Rook always wants to tickle him. His dad would always tickle him anywhere and at anytime. It always ended w/ Vil on the ground heething. Epel and Rook told everyone that Vil Schoenheit was ticklish, leading to him always getting tickled bc, at first glance, he didn’t look ticklish at all, so it’s a little shocking for everyone. He doesn’t tickle Epel or Rook bc, even if Epel was way shorter than the latter, he’s no where close to as ticklish as this big ol’ goof. And for Rook, he’s way taller than Vil, so that’s a huge advantage. His death spot(s) is his ears and neck, and his laugh is v tamed, but once u get his worst spot, it’s very loud.

Epel walked over to the ticklish man on the couch, v slowly at that.

Vil looked up from his mirror bc he felt an ominous presence closing in on him, and his instincts were correct. “E-Epel? What’s up man?”

“I’m just trying to solve this theory that Rook told me.”

“Yh? What’s the theory?”

“That ur EXTREMELY ticklish. I didn’t believe it at first, but now that I’m rlly thinking long and hard abt it, I gotta make sure he’s not just fibbing.”

The word ‘ticklish’ struck a nerve somewhere deep down inside of the taller one. “W-What? Really… Rook‘s lying, I promise. I’m not ticklish at all, so u don’t even hv to check.” Vil started to scooch back on his seat, hitting the back of the couch.

“U sure?~ Bc ur actions tells me another story!!” And with the last word, the shortest guy pounced on Vil, pinning him down on his back on the couch cushions.

“Come on, Epel! Let me up!! I promise u, I’m telling u the truth.”

“Mhm,” Epel started to knead the latter’s side.

“Kr- st-stohop!!” Vil tried to push at the purple haired man’s wrists, but the shorter one didn’t budge.

“He also told me that ur extremely weak when someone tickles u, so pinning u down wouldn’t be an option, unless u want me to go get Rook’s help.”

“Plehehehehehease!!! Don’t get hihihihihim!!!”

“Ok then, don’t make this a challenge.” Epel squeezed all around Vil’s stomach.

“Agh!!! Stahhahahahap it!!! Please!!”

“Wow, ur alr begging? I can’t wait to see what will happen if I get ur worst spot~” Epel swirled his index finger all around the inside of the blonde’s navel.

“AGH!!! AHAHAHHAHA StAhahahahahHahahHahAhhahap!”

“Awww~ is ur belly button tickwilish?~ Does it tickle when I nibble ur cute tummy?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! PLEASE, STOP IT!!”

“Rook told me ur worst spot is ur neck and ears, do u mind if I try there?”

And just like that, Vil pleaded and begged, even cried. “Please… don’t tickle me there. Just stop it!!! Please, just stop!!” Vil was shaking and crying, thank god Epel isn’t a bad person.

“Ok ok, but only bc ur actually crying. I’ll just hv to tickle u there some other time, even if u do beg me to stop. I’ll get Rook’s help too!!”

If looks could kill, Epel would’ve been dead, before he started tickling the blonde.

Epel Felmeir:🧠

Epel is the second most ticklish person in Pomefiore. Making him the second tickle target amongst the group. He doesn’t mind tho, he actually wants a reason to laugh out loud w/o sounding completely stupid. The only thing that he hates abt tickling itself, is the aftermath of it. He usually feels like he’s gonna blackout, and his breathing is v slow. Vil took a picture of Epel after he tickled him to death, which led to Epel getting Rook to gain up on Vil. By all means, Vil took that pic bc he got tired of Epel tickling him and bringing Rook to help the lavender haired man. Though, his “revenge” severely backfired, and not even minutes in, he surrendered and deleted the pic. Cater, being Cater, videoed Ace and Rook destroying Epel. Ofc, Epel didn’t know abt this till after somebody brought it up 3 weeks later. God forbid him ever getting revenge on Cater for videoing him. Cater’s just less ticklish than Epel himself. Once Epel was 7, his cousin would always tickle him. They would give him birthday tickles, surprise tickles, cheer up tickles, and just tickling in general. Ofc, his cousin would make sure he was ok w/ it depending on his age. Bc his cousin knows that not a lot of ppl like being tickled and it makes them uncomfortable, so they just want the best for their little cousin. Epel actually asks to be tickled by them bc he loves how their slender fingers squeeze so effortlessly on his torso, or how they tease him while lightly skittering their blunt nails on his stretched out neck. At that age, he loved being so weak to teases and tickles, but now, not so much teases. He hates being teased bc he doesn’t like sounding so weak anymore, now that he grew up. Vil may be way more ticklish than Epel and taller than him, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna get his revenge. He always has to get Rook to help him out bc any where at anytime Rook was always there for him. Epel’s laugh is v calmed but loud and his death spot is his hands leading up to his wrists.

“I can’t believe Rook dared me to get acrylics, it’s hard to do anything w/ this shit,” Vil walked in Epel’s room complaing abt how Rook told him that if he lost a dare he had to get faked nails.

“Pfft-“

“Don’t. Laugh.”

“Ke- ohohk, okay.”

Vil took a seat next to Epel on his bed. Epel was scrolling on tiktok, while Vil was pondering on a way to get Rook back for his devious bet.

“Shit dude, I can’t think of anything to get Rook back w/. He’s just unbeatable.”

“Yep.” Epel could care less what Vil was saying.

The second tallest member raked his finger nails up and down the lavender haired men’s wrist.

Epel jumped and pulled his wrist back.

“Duhuhuhude, what was that?!” Vil questioned.

“It-it was nothing.”

“Uh-huh. So if I were to do this-“ Vil did it again.

“ACK!! Vil!”

“No way man, I knew u were ticklish, but to be ticklish on ur wrists?!”

Vil pounced on Epel, which wasn’t difficult at all bc the shorter one wasn’t rlly struggling much.

Vil managed to pin Epel’s arm up while holding his palm, like interlocking fingers, and his other arm was pinned to his side underneath Vil’s knee.

“Vil, please…”

“Please what, dear?”

“Pl-please, go easy on me…” There was no point in hiding that he enjoyed this bc thanks to his actions, it’s v noticeable.

“W/ pleasure,” Vil scratched lightly on his wrist.

“Ke- Eek!! Hahaha!!” Epel arched his back, trying to release his arm, but at the same time not trying to.

“Oh, ur rlly sensitive on ur wrists, huh? Will it tickle if I were to scratch roughly?” And Vil did just that.

“AHAHAHAHHAA!!!!! NO!!! DON’T DOHOHOHO IT ROUGH!!! PLEHEHEHEHASE, VIL!” Epel was shaking left to right, withering in the limited space that was given to him.

“Oh~ Now I know one thing that will calm ur ass down if ur always tormenting me, wether it be tickling or just being really annoying.”

Vil opened up the lee’s hand, pinning his fingers down, while tracing the marks on his palm.

“Did u know I’m a fortune teller, and I can tell ur future by ur hands?”

“AGH!!! PLEASE!! NOHOHOHOHOT THERE, VIL!!!! STAHAHAHAH-STOP!”

“Stop? Already? I’m way more ticklish than u, but even I can withstand a minute, it hasn’t even been 30 seconds.”

“STOHOHOHOHOP TEASING ME!!!”

“Ok, let’s see, just by the mark by ur thumb, it tells me that ur dream is gonna come true. What could that mean, Epel? Did u wish u were pinned down being tickled to death? Bc it came true.”

“PLEASE!! STAHAHHAHAP-“

“Ok ok, one more, hmmm… let’s see. If memory serves me correctly, the mark right above ur ring finger and pinky tells me that ur gonna die the best way possible. Wow, I’m getting better at this whole ‘reading the furture’ thing. I mean it looks like ur gonna die by mean tracing ur palm.”

“PLEASE!! VIHIHIHIL I’M SERIOUS! STOP!”

“Y? I thought u liked being tickled.”

“I HAHAHHAHATE MY PAHAHHAHAHALMS BEING TICKLED!!! BEHEHEHEHCAUSE THEY’RE MY WORST SPHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“Ohohohohkay, okay. I’ll get off of u.” Vil released a panting Epel.

“Ju-just… you wait… V-Vil, Rook and I…I… will get u back- for this.”

At that moment, Vil realized he fucked up.

Rook Hunt:

Ok… so he’s not ticklish, like at ALL!! Boy, does he get tested for it too, by Vil or Epel, or even both of them at the same time. Who knows? Rook is so good with beauty that he’s even a make up artist, using his friends as his very own mannequin. They don’t care though, because Rook makes them look more attractive than usual. Vil is so ticklish, that whenever Rook tries to blend in his base on his neck, he scrunches up and giggles, batting the artist’s hands away from him. He has an older sister (head canon) who he practices make up on, and she never reacted ticklish towards that, so maybe it was just the certain ppl. Whatever it was, it shocked Rook. As much as he loves tickling people especially his close friends, he usually goes to Epel to be his mannequin, and he never forces them to do this, so when Epel dosen’t feel like it he goes to Vil. Ofc, Vil hates being tickled, but he doesn’t want to let his bsf down, so he prays every time that he doesn’t get a ticklish feeling, and it never works.

This would’ve been longer, but I had no more ideas. And I wanted this out of my drafts since it’s been basically hibernating in here😭.

[bluebladefluff]

Am I the only one who thinks that when he says the “boo” with the clawed hands he is ready to pounce and tickle Yuu?

I made gifs with Azul💗✨

[bluebladefluff]

I cannot express how adorably ticklish Kalim is, it’s alredy cannon he is ticklish from poking him in his normal school uniform and telling MC that tickles, but he says everything is ticklish, I just

Aaaaaaa

I love Kalim

[anzynai]

First Time For Everything

Azul x Jamil (TWST)

a/n: listen. i know i technically did a self-indulgent fic recently, but it is a special occasion so i’m letting myself have this. ALSO, someone requested lee azul a few days ago and like, ur in luck because i was, in fact, writing a lee azul fic. (don’t worry, it doesnt count as ur request) still, there’s lee jamil too soooo yea. ANYWAYS, please enjoy!!

summary: azul finds out he wasn’t jamil’s first boyfriend.

warnings: VERY romantic, lots of kissing (including neck kissing), very sappy and stupid, and also tickling

word count: 1.6k

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“This isn’t your first relationship?” Azul asked, incredulously and not for the first time that evening. Jamil exhaled slowly, rising from the bed after Azul stood up.

“No, but–” Jamil tried to explain, reaching a hand to touch Azul’s shoulder.

“So I’m not your first boyfriend?” Azul added, lightly shoving Jamil’s hand off. He could tell that Jamil was confused why he was so upset, but there were too many factors that changed now!

Since the start of the relationship, he had been trying to lead, so that both of them felt more comfortable. He was sure that Jamil had just as little experience as him; that is to say, none. Not that Jamil wasn’t attractive or interesting enough for a relationship– after all, Azul had had his eyes on him from the moment he saw Jamil that one fateful afternoon in his freshman year, but it was Jamil. Jamil didn’t necessarily act as though he hated the notion of love, but simply like he didn’t have the time for it. It wasn’t that he had all the time in the world now, but he had learned to make time for Azul. Even so, that wasn’t the point!

Jamil had dated someone. Before he dated Azul.

Hearing that, thoughts scrambled through Azul’s mind.

“I must have looked like a fool! Trying to make moves because I thought you were too nervous to! I thought we shared our first kiss, but it must’ve been just me. Oh sevens, I must have seemed so inexperienced–”

“Azul, stop,” Jamil cut him off, lacing their fingers together, as he and Azul locked eyes. Azul closed his mouth. He hadn’t realized how much he had been rambling. “It’s true you weren’t my first boyfriend. Or my first kiss.” Azul bit his lip at that. Jamil continued. “But, that doesn’t mean I love you any less. Do you truly think of me so low that I would care how experienced or inexperienced you are?”

Azul averted his gaze, sheepishly. “...No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

Jamil smiled. It was a sight that Azul had rarely ever seen prior to their relationship, so when he did get the chance to see it, he would commit it to memory. Even now, Jamil’s smile made him breathless. “See?”

Azul pouted, not really wanting to admit that he really had been overthinking it. Jamil kept his gaze straight on him, his expression slowly morphing into one more his usual style: amusement. While Azul kept his gaze on anything but the boy in front of him, he hadn’t noticed Jamil leaning in until his lips were meeting his neck, causing Azul’s breath to hitch.

Still, he didn’t avoid it. Jamil was unrelenting as he continued to pepper Azul’s neck with small, yet sensual kisses, as he slowly made his way up towards his jaw. Azul looked up as Jamil moved closer, their hands still interlocked.

When Jamil started kissing his cheeks and his face, the urge to giggle arose, and Azul bit his lip. The other didn’t show any indication of noticing, but as he kept going, Azul found it harder and harder to resist. Jamil let go of Azul’s left hand to wrap his arm around his neck, twirling Azul’s hair in his index finger. He would intentionally graze Azul’s ear, and paired with the cheek kisses, Azul couldn’t hide the huff of laughter slipping through his lips. There was no way Jamil didn’t know what he was doing, Azul thought, grimacing. Azul peeked down, narrowing his eyes at the smirk that was adorned on Jamil’s face each time he pulled away for another kiss.

“Jamil…” Azul muttered, somewhat of a warning, and when they met eyes once again, Jamil’s smirk deepened.

“Azul,” Jamil replied, but said nothing more as his hands latched onto Azul’s sides, pinching him softly before catching him in a kiss.

“Mph..!” Azul’s giggles were muffled as he tried to step away from his lover, but Jamil’s grip on him was tight.

“Something the matter?” Jamil asked, a sly and positively delighted look in his eyes.

“You— ahaha!” Azul sputtered in Jamil’s face when Jamil leaned in again.

Jamil was having a field day with this. Azul half-heartedly glared at him, but he knew the blush he definitely had would give him away. Jamil seemed to take notice as well because he brought a finger to Azul’s cheek, grazing over it slowly.

Azul never thought he would be one to have ticklish cheeks, but you learn something new everyday.

“N-nahaha! Jahamil!” Azul cried, embarrassed at his immediate laughter. With Jamil, he found it difficult to hide parts of himself that no one else saw.

The entire time, Jamil didn’t relent with his kissing as his hand traced over Azul’s cheek, the other trailing around his sides and tummy. It was so strange, yet Azul had never felt so loved.

“With my last boyfriend,” Jamil started and Azul would have frowned had he not been too busy laughing. Bringing up his ex now? “I liked him, but I didn’t love him. Not like I love you.”

Azul froze at his words. Jamil’s tickle attack slowed down, so it was much easier for Azul to resist his laughter. He sputtered, not quite sure how to respond.

“And,” Jamil added, in a tone that meant nothing good. “I’ve never tickled him before, so you can consider that one of our firsts.”

Jamil tickled him for real this time, scratching his tummy almost as if he were a child. It was almost humiliating to experience, though extremely effective.

Azul snorted around his next giggle, and when he heard Jamil chuckle at that, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“I never knew you could be taken down as something as adorable as tickling,” Jamil teased, a playful tone in his words that Azul absolutely loathed (he didn’t). Azul couldn’t respond, caught up in his laughter and fluster.

But still… tickling as one of their.. firsts?? Does that even mean anything? And, Azul had never really had a chance to tickle Jamil so—

Wait. Azul’s eyes widened as he came to a realization through his laughter. Why hadn’t he ever tried to tickle Jamil?

Determination suddenly coursed through his veins, even as Jamil’s fingers lingered on a certain spot on his right side that Jamil had learned was particularly sensitive to him.

Even through his hysterical laughter, he forced his hand to move towards Jamil’s side, squeezing the skin tentatively. Jamil flinched at that, letting out a gasp.

That didn’t get as much as Azul had hoped, but it did mean he still had a chance. His other hand met Jamil’s other side, repeating the same action. When the other realized what he was doing, he tried to pay Azul back by tickling him more intensely.

By now, Jamil had led him back into Azul’s bed, straddling him, but Azul could feel that he was close to getting the upper hand.

Azul drew in as much strength as he could before bucking his hips. Jamil, having not expected that, faltered, which gave Azul the opportunity he needed. He flipped Jamil over, switching their positions.

Jamil went rigid before he schooled his expression into a more neutral expression, but Azul has caught it. Jamil averted his eyes at the smug look on Azul’s face.

“Don’t look so proud. You look gross,” Jamil murmured, and it reminded Azul of back when they were still pining for one another. He smiled at the thought.

“Oh? Since you seem so keen on tickling me, I thought I should return the favor,” Azul grinned, feeling ecstatic.

“What a stupid thought..” Jamil replied, rolling his eyes but Azul knew him well now. Jamil’s eyes were still averted, looking at the wall next to them. It was something that Azul learned he did when he was either nervous or lying.

“Is that so?” Azul muttered, a bit offhandedly, as he found the temptation was too hard to keep teasing Jamil and get to the main event. His hands met his boyfriend’s ribs, pinching and prodding between the crevices.

Jamil bit his lip, seemingly set on not allowing Azul to break him.

That is, until Azul tried to tickle Jamil’s underarms. Jamil’s underarms were ticklish, but that wasn’t what broke him. No, it was when Azul unintentionally poked at Jamil’s biceps, which were extremely ticklish.

Jamil blinked. Azul smiled.

“Ahahahazul! Stahahap!” Jamil cried, trying to push Azul’s unyielding fingers away from his sensitive skin.

“Ah, there it is.”

Azul squeezed at the biceps, only taking exactly three seconds to admire them before he blushed. Luckily, Jamil didn’t notice. Azul exhaled, allowing another smirk to adorn his lips.

“Ticklish, aren’t you?” Azul asked, his words a bit slurred.

“D-dohohon’t ahahact lihihike you aharen’t too!” Jamil argued. Azul scoffed.

“Is this really the time now to be saying that?” Azul forced a frown, before he found it was too hard to look angry at the other at that moment.

He poked and scribbled and tickled any spots that Jamil “let” him have access to, noting particularly sensitive spots in his head. If Jamil knew his weakness, he should know Jamil’s too!

Jamil’s lips were parted wide and Azul dipped down, meeting his lips with his own before he could help it. Jamil went along with it, as Azul stopped tickling him, becoming distracted.

The night was followed with lots of kissing and tickling. The words ‘I love you’ were muttered dozens of times by each of them until the words felt like second nature. It was a special night and Azul wouldn’t trade it for the world.

By the end of it, he couldn’t even remember what sparked it all.

[bluebladefluff]

Way way WAY to cute bit to share with everyone ❤️😭🙏 melted my heart first couple of words

(Not)Ten-tickles

Just a quick TW thing I made. Why? Octatrio brainrot and possession by a certain White-haired character who loves bad jokes!

Word count: 935

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

"Hey Azul," Floyd's voice pulls Azul's mind away from his(of utmost importance, might he add) paperwork, "How do you make an octopus laugh?"

Azul can't help but scoff. Really? He would've expected Floyd to at least find material with even a tad bit more substance than this pathetic and overused excuse of a joke. Despite his extremely mercurial nature, even Floyd has the patience for one extra second of mindless scrolling through octopus puns.

"You give it ten-tickles, Floyd. Now, if you're going to spend your freetime pestering me with puns, do find better materi- Ah! Flohohoyd! "

"Bzzt! Wrong answer!" Floyd giggles, pressing into his stomach as if it were the underbelly of one of those peculiar stuffed animals that makes a funny sound if you press the stomach with sufficient force, and Azul is quite glad that one of them is finding joy in his suffering, "You only need one, because the octopus is really ticklish!"

Strangely, his face warms up at that, and he can see Floyd giggling even more at his expense. No matter. His priority is to negotiate a way out of this precarious situation. After all, Jade could walk in at any moment.

"Yohou've prohohoved yohour point, n-nohow, cehease thihis chihildihish behavior!" He attempts to sound commanding. Unfortunately, as he's learned all too well these past years with the twins, it is incredibly difficult to sound commanding when you are giggling like a schoolgirl would.

"Yeah, but you didn't let me finish," Before he can comment on how Floyd had paused his talking long enough for Azul to muster up the energy to speak, the damned eel blows a raspberry right into the crook of his neck, and continues through his shrieking, "You see, that's how many you need. But then, you keep going, because tickling the octopus is so fun!"

Azul considers himself to be rather intelligent, and therefore, capable of understanding when to accept his fate. After all, the transformation potion he was currently using severely restricted his muscular strength in exchange for providing him with a slimmer figure, removing the option of overpowering his childhood friend of sorts from the metaphorical table. And from the look of it, Floyd seems to be having far too much fun to be dissuaded from tormenting him by pleas or bargains. His best option is to lay and take it in hopes that Floyd will get bored with his paltry reactions and let him get back to work.

However, shortly into his enactment of this strategy, Jade walks in. Floyd instantly perks up, finally allowing him to breathe.

"Hey Jade! Wanna know how you make an octopus laugh?"

"However you'd like," To the undiscerning eye, it may seem as if Jade is simply indulging his brother. But Azul knows better. Azul can see the glint in his eye.

"My, Azul, why are you glaring at me with such fervor? Has Floyd perhaps done something to offend you? If so, please know accept my sincerest apologies and understand, however, that I am not as childish as my brother."

"Save those paltry excuses for Riddle," He scoffs, "Clearly,  there is some scheme at play."

Silence. Then, he notices.

"Jade?"

"Yes?" He has the nerve to act innocent, "What is it, Housewarden?"

"Why are you clearing my desk of the paperwork I am currently working on?"

"My apologies," Jade smiled, letting his rather well-groomed(Seriously, they were quite literally pearly white. Was Trey perhaps helping him with his dental care? He'd have to look into that) teeth show, "But if that is the case, than I must laud you. I didn't expect to see you learn to control ink so precisely through telepathy just yet. And especially from within the arms of my darling brother, who would never let you hear the end of it if you were to start working despite his desperate attempts to get you to take a break and pay attention to him."

"Jade!" Floyd whines, "You said you wouldn't tell!"

"Hmm? Did I?" He makes a faux-innocent expression, and Azul can finally laugh at it, as it isn't directed at him anymore, "Oh well. At least now Azul will be able to appreciate your kindness and repay it like he always does."

Azul sees where this is going, "And how exactly do I do that?"

Jade smiles, one of those clearly fake ones that only served the purpose of irritating Azul with h I w painfully see-through it was, "Perhaps by, say, granting Floyd's wishes?"

Azul can tell that he does not have a choice in the matter, because Jade has already put all of his paperwork away. Although he's already accepted his fate, he partakes in one last 'act of defiance':

"What would we do with that surplus of freetime? I cannot think of a singl-"

Suddenly,  he is cut off by a rather loud growl from his own stomach. He feels his face growing warmer than it already was as the twins both laugh.

After recovering his bresth, Jade says, "I believe you've found an answer to your own question,  no?"

"Hmph, " He can't be bothered to fight back anymore, "I suppose I have."

And so, Floyd cheers, pulling him by the arms to the lounge for dinner. Thankfully,  there is dressing-free salad available for him to eat without feeling too horrid.

Later, in bed, he falls asleep without experiencing any hunger pangs whatsoever. It's the first time in ages such a thing has happened. And in the morning, he wakes up with a warm, almost fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Strange, but welcome.

Maybe he should take a break more often.

[mellosdrawings]

My brain switched to silly time and I must know, if the N2 squad somehow end up in a tickle fight, who would win over who? Would tickle fights even be a thing??

Jamil is probably the most ticklish of the bunch. It seems the more anxious someone is, the more they tend to be ticklish, so he's probably the kind to immediately slap/punch/kick as soon as someone tries to tickle him.

Leona would be the exact opposite. Jamil tries to tickle him as revenge and there is absolutely no reaction from Leona. He just opens a lazy eye and goes back to sleep right after.

Vil would be somewhere in the middle. Ticklish in some places and not at all in others. He knows to defend his weak spots.

Conclusion: Jamil would totally lose a tickle fight (unless he knocks the other two off before they can even touch him lol)

[kitstoleurjob]

Day 9. Wake Up! (lee!Idia ler!Ortho) PLATONIC.

Idia + Ortho %100 PLATONIC. SHROUDCEST SHIPPERS DNI.

Side Note: No literally I'm serious if I catch anyone on this post shipping these two it's an on-SIGHT block. Oh and this is post book-6. Other than that happy tktober!

THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC!!!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

6:30 am. School was going to begin soon. Idia had told Ortho and himself that he would try to get to school at least one time this week, but sevens the bed was comfy...

"Nii-san!" Ortho called, already in his school uniform. "Idia, c'mon, it's already Friday! You promised you would come to school with me today." He put his hands on his hips, looking down at his barely-awake brother.

"mmm... in a minute..." Idia groaned, his head going deeper into his pillow. He was definitely going to get up......... eventually.

"Please, Idia! Just one class, and you can go back to bed." Ortho sighed, pulling the blankets off Idia. "Wake up, Nii-san!"

Idia shivered, curling in on himself. "Ugh... Ortho..." He opened his eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of Ortho's disapproving stare. "I'll be up in a few..." Idia flipped over, shoving his face into his pillow for some comfort.

"Not in a few. Now, Idia! We're going to be late." Ortho huffed. He grabbed ahold of his older brother, shaking him to wake him up. Idia's reaction to that was tensing up, his breath hitching for a second before resuming as normal.

"Nii-san-! Are you okay? I didn't accidentally hurt you, right-?" Ortho panicked for a second, thinking he had injured his brother. He looked at where his hands where placed, however, and realised they were latched onto Idia's sides. Ortho grinned, a delightfully "evil" idea forming in his head.

"You have to wake up Idia. We're going to school and that's final." Ortho announced, his hands still on Idia's sides.

"mmm... later..." Idia yawned, unaware of Ortho's plan.

"Sigh, If you say so..." Ortho stood still, staring at Idia's unmoving body. Suddenly, he started rapidly squeezing his hands up his brother's sides.

"gh- whahahahahat? Ohohohohortho!" Idia squeaked, kicking his legs wildly. "Ihihihim up!" He giggled, flipping over to see his attacker.

"Oh now you're up, huh?" Ortho teased, smirking. "Or are you just saying that? I think you're still asleep, Nii-san." He changed tactics, drilling his thumbs into Idia's lowest ribs.

Idia shrieked, his laughter picking up an octave. "gehehEHEHE- OHOHORTHO!" The ends of his hair started to turn pink, embarrassed at the situation. "IHIHIHIM AWAKE PLEHEHEASE!" He shook his head back and forth. "ORTHOHOHOHO! *snrk* NAHAHAHAHA!" He snorted, squeezing his eyes shut.

Ortho, sensing his brother way already almost at his limit, slowed down to a stop. "Ehe! That was fun, wasn't it, Nii-san?" He giggled, grabbing Idia his jacket from the closet. "Here, c'mon. We really gotta get going now! We're gonna be late!"

"Ugh...... coming... thanks, Ortho." Idia yawned, his face still a bit flushed. I put on his coat and pat his brother on the head. Well not actually, cause artificial fire, but you get the idea.

[thegoldencontracts]

Hey! I love your writing and was wondering if I could please request something myself?

Perhaps something where the reader finds out Azul is ticklish?

No pressure ofc^^ I’ll enjoy anything you write. Thank you!

- 🐙

Of course, thank youu for the request! I love the idea of him getting sooo embarrassed and ofc teasingly "oblivious"!reader bc I'm a sucker for flustered Azul and of course PININGGG

That's Preposterous!

Summary: Azul always seems so- perfect, always calm and in control. So when you find a new way to break his composure, you can't help but tease him about it.

Notes: So lovely to write, tw for tickling in case it's a trigger for you

Azul was always calm. Always in control. There was no denying that. You loved that side of him, all those talents, his voice, his grades - all obtained through hard work.

But you also loved to see the little cracks in his composure. The Azul beneath the mask of a perfect businessman. You'd made a little mental scrapbook of all these occasions, like you he blushed when you called him beautiful, or the way he got pouty whenever someone talked about his mess-ups during flight class. You seriously loved seeing those little slip ups.

...Seven, you were so crushing on him. You could practically hear Ace laughing at you for not just confessing already. But that wouldn't happen, because Azul would probably just reject you on the spot. He always talked about how dumb love was, after all.

For now, you'd just have to be satisfied with continuing to try and break through his composure. And hey, sometimes, it worked!

Like now. You were studying with him in the as, and while trying to reach for a book behind Azul, and you accidentally grazed his midsection.

The yelp you received was priceless.

"Huh?" You asked, though a second later, it was pretty apparent what happened. You could feel the grin stretch across your face. Getting that book wasn't important. Right now, you'd just found a new way to break through Azul's composure.

"Azul."

It was lilting, teasing, even, and Azul pretty quickly began to realize what you'd realized.

Azul Ashengrotto was ticklish? Another weakness to add to your little mental scrapbook.

"Is something wrong, Azul?" You asked in the most innocent-sounding voice you could muster.

Azul's eyes narrowed.

"I'm certain you understand the issue," he said, though no amount of defensiveness could hide the way his cheeks were turning red.

Somehow, you felt even more smug than before. This was going to be fun.

"No, no," you said. "Something has to be wrong! Maybe, you're sick? Let me check your temperature."

And so, you skittered your fingers all over his midsection, making it pretty evident that you did not, in fact, think he was sick, and were simply trying to mess with him, because people usually didn't usually check for a fever on the stomach.

Azul kept his lips stubbornly pressed shut, though he still ended up letting out a yelp right before he pushed your hands away.

"C-Cease this at once," he said, cheeks now bright red.

"Why?" You asked, and just as he was about to retort, you poked at his stomach. "Are you sore here or something? If so, I can always help!"

You sounded so innocent there it was actually impressive. Azul, meanwhile, couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.

"S-Shut it, you a-absolute-" Azul cut himself off with laughter. "Creti- Gah!"

Just as he was about to call you a cretin, you upped your attack, sending him into a full-on giggling fit.

"Really, Azul, tell me, what's happening? Why exactly are you laughing so hard? Did I say something funny?"

Azul glared at you as if to say 'How the fuck do you expect me to reply when I'm laughing too hard to talk', though it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were bright red and he had the biggest - forced, but still - smile on his face.

You still slowed down. You didn't want to actually cause him pain, after all. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved him way too much for that.

Finally slowing your assault, you shot Azul what was probably one of the coolest looking impish grins of all time.

"So," you started. "Is something wrong, Azul?"

It seemed like the dots had finally connected in Azul's brain. There was only one way to get out of this.

He'd have to admit he was ticklish.

"I-I'm afraid I'm rather..." He trailed off, ducking his head in embarrassment. You weren't having any of that. You scratched a finger under his chin, making him look up with a yelp. "Ticklish."

His face was bright red, eyes looking anywhere but you, and his hair ruffled. You couldn't help but grin as you finally removed your fingers. He looked so- mesmerizing like this.

"Glad to see you admitted it," you said, because the oblivious act had served it's purpose.

Azul just glared at you, but the pout on his face made it much less intimidating.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone," he said. "Do you understand- Gah!"

You cut him off with a quick poke, and he looked at you incredulously.

"Aww, is Azul embarrassed that he-"

"Get out!" He said, voice cracking midway. He was really embarrassed about this, wasn't he?

You were going to stop for now, though. Or else you feared he might just explode considering how red his face was getting.

"Fine, fine."

As you left the office, though, you managed to catch a glimpse of Azul's fond smile, his little goodbye wave while he thought no one was looking.

[bluebladefluff]

Did I alredy reblog this? I forgor if I did let’s see it again!

i like when you type ler quotes of some characters bc it fills my brain with ideas. and oml how could you fill my lee mood with those ler trey hcs? i really like it!

Oh thank you anon! I like them too, to me it makes the character feel more dynamic and three-dimensional :)

And of course! Let's see-

Trey is definitely more of an upper-body tickler than a lower-body tickler. Not that he has anything against feet, of course, but tickling to keep the boys in line is pretty much in his job description at this point, so after so many years of targeting spots quickly, the upper body is naturally where he lands on first

Decorating cakes and dealing with pastries has made his fingers meticulous and precise, not to mention strong as well from kneading dough for pastries? He'll make quick work of your ticklish spots

Usually, Trey is mischievous and knows how to mask his intentions, but he does have a tell. Almost always when he's about to tickle a victim, he has that evil smirk on his face right before pouncing on you

Speaking of pouncing, Trey actually isn't privy to pouncing on his victims, He's more prone to just sliding up behind the people he's about to ler and start gently tickling their sensitive spots until it gradually grows in intensity due to the severity of their 'punishment'

Of course, Trey doesn't always tickle for punishment! It's a very versatile activity for him! He uses it for uplifting, cheering up, lightening the mood, or just fun :)

His favorite lees are the Heartslyabul boys and Yuu of course!

"Hmm, I wonder what pastry I'd make out of you. Chestnut, praline, fruit tart? All delicious of course, but I know you prefer raspberries, don't you~"

I hope you like this! :)