#x-men tickle

[tickled-in-pink]

Hahahahaha what no I'm totally not thinking about being tickled by Gambit because I've been watching X-Men '97 what why would you even say that hahahaha....

Why would I be thinking about that he's probably really bad at tickling anyway like so so bad no way I'd never let him tickle me hahaha....

...Unless 👀💦

[bluebladefluff]

I love this comic panel way to much 🫠

Rogue from X-Men is still very ticklish (From Mr. and Mrs X. Credit to TMF for the scan)

[ticklethentopple]

Tickletber day 3 : Unusual spot

He had it coming ~

[tickle-fight-club]

A Magneto/Charles comm for the lovely @tickles-tea !!

[tastybluesprite]

A Not so Relaxing Break

Okay so I wanted to write for these two soooo bad. But I had to wait until I could actually see the movie lmao. Anyway the movie was incredible! Enjoyed every second. Seeing Logan officially return is just so amazing and I’m so exited because I love his character so much. Also, I’m thinking of maybe doing a part two for this fix because I really wanted to write lee!Wade but got tired lol. Anyway please enjoy this fic!

Warnings: Lots of cussing, and some crude jokes (this is a Deadpool fanfic)

Summery: Logan just cant seem to catch a break with Wade

Logan sighed as he rubbed his eyes a bit. The fire was heating him up nicely, but it made him a bit sleepy. Wade sat next to him him, mesmerized by the flames.

“Yknow peanut… I’m only saying this because I’m getting a more intimate vibe right now, but I would love to fuck you right here right now if we had a softer surface.”

Logan just stared deadpannedly at the fire. He was slowly becoming more accustomed to Wades shenanigans and jokes.

“Does everything with you have to be perverted?” He asked wearily.

Wade grinned. “Yup. It’s kind of important to my character.”

Logan was about to tell him how that wasn’t something to be proud of, but thought better of It. He wasn’t about to entertain his nonsense more.

Wade sighed. “Man I am bored. I feel like we’ve been here for hours.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “It’s only been ten minutes.”

Wade scoffed playfully. “And how would you know genius?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It’s a rough estimate, dipshit.”

Wade scoffed again, this time in mock offense. “How dare you! I’ll have you know that I am a proud dipshit! At least I don’t have the fattest stick up my ass like a fucking human puppet. I’m trying so hard to pull it out of you but goddamnit, you’re a fighter.”

Suddenly after that, there was a sudden noise. A small coughing, snorty type noise. Wade looked at Logan, a bit surprised. No fucking way…

“Hold on… you almost laughed… you thought that was funny…” Wade said, slowly smiling under his mask. It was a statement of realization.

Logan quickly frowned, clearing his throat again and dragging his hand down his mouth, and shrugged. “Uh. No… no I didn’t...”

Wade wasn’t about to let this go. “No… no no no… you think I’m funny… you laughed… you liked that joke…” his grin only widened under his mask.

“Look, I didn’t laugh. I… had an itch in my throat…”

“Oh you fucking liar!” Wade said with a chuckle. His finger poking out towards Logan.

Logan stiffened up and pushed at his hand.

“Stop it…” Logan growled tensely.

“I don’t believe it! My favorite little power bottom is finally gaining a sense of humor! Good for you!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Shut up already.”

Wade only took that as an invitation to keep going.

“Come on… just admit I’m funny…” he said, trying to poke at his side. Logan tensed up more and growled slightly, trying to swat Wades hand away.

“N-never… in a m-million… years…” he managed out through clenched teeth, trying to push at Wades hands.

“What’s this…? Am I making you… tense~?” The merc with a mouth grinned. He poked more as Logan tried to push him off.

Suddenly he jabbed his lower ribs, and the Wolverine let out a yelp.

Wade grinned more. “I don’t believe it. The Wolverine is not only gaining a sense of humor, but he’s ticklish too? Incredible.”

“Stay the fuck away from me you pervert.”Logan glared.

Suddenly Wade had tackled him to the ground of the forest. Making sure it was sudden enough that Logan wouldn’t have the time to react. He immediately attacked the man’s sides.

Logan sucked in a sharp inhale, trying to hold in laughter.

“Come on Wolvie-Wolvie~ Even depressing and tragic grumps like you are allowed to laugh~” Wade grinned as he scratched his fingers up his yellow suited friends ribs.

Logan could only squirm and push against him, but it was no use.

“D-Damn… y-you… AH! Fuhuhuhuck!!!” Logan cried out with new released laughter when Wade found his stomach, digging in gently.

Wade tisked and mockingly shook his head. “Language you bad wolf cub. Does daddy wolf need to punish you?"

"F-Fuhuhuck y-yohohohhuuu!!!" Logan protested in his laughter, squirming and kicking under him.

Wade laughed and continued his relentless attack. “Oh this is just amazing!”

Logan finally managed to lift his hands and unleashed his adamantium claws, swinging them towards Wade.

“Oops…! Play nice now…” Wade grinned more and grabbed his wrists. He crossed them as if they were square hand bag handles above his head. Logan almost broke free from the grip, but the poor mutant weakened when Wade began to use his free hand, and gently scratch at his now vulnerable ribs.

Logan arched his back slightly. He tried to hold it in, but failed as low and wheezy laughter escaped.

“Ohohoho shihihihihittt ahahahaha Whahahahade yohohohohu ahahahasshohohole!!!” Logan cried out, trying to sound angry. However it’s hard for one to sound angry when helplessly laughing against their will.

Wade just grinned at the sight. “This is amazing. To think that the cool tough and strong Wolverine could be weakened by just a few fingers? Never would I have believed it.”

He went down to his lower ribs next, this time going just behind his side, right at the back corner of his lowest rib, and Logan let out a loud strained noise, which sounded awfully like a half restrained squeal.

“Holy fuck it just gets better. Did you just squeal? Is this your weak spot Wolvie?” Wade grinned, cooing at the poor adamantium built man as he gently dug more into the spot.

“Y-YOHOhOhuhuh FUHUhUhcKIHIhING DIhIHIHCK STOHOHOHPP!!!”

He arched his back a bit as Wade poked around the spot.

At this point Logan’s face was bright red. His eyes watering a bit from the laughter. When Wade started deeply massaging into the spot he let out a peal of cackles, tea kettle wheezing.

Wade realized maybe this was a bit too much. Maybe he deserved a break.

He slowly stopped, getting off of him as the yellow suited mans laughter died down a bit. Logan lay there, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath.

Wade grinned at the mess he made of him. “Sorry. I can be a little rough. Want some after ca- GYAH!” Wade cried out as Logan pounced and pinned him firmly down, growling a bit at him.

Wade looked at him nervously. “C-can… we talk about this? I mean… you… you wouldn’t resort to something so childish right…?”

Silence. Then…

“Screw you, dipshit.”

And before he knew it, Wade was thrown into hysterical laughter and squirming wildly as the Wolverine started clawing at any spot he can reach.

[iamawolfstarsimp]

okay so I just watched x-men (movie) for the first time yesterday and

NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A TICKLE SCENE IN IT

(and it's so good too, very brief but it still gave me so many butterflys like ahh)

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

I don't think we talk enough about Logan being canonically ticklish on his stomach ( per the end of X1). I just think we need to dive into this further and by us i mean fanfiction writers and Wade.

[awkward-fink]

Waiting for them to come Home (Part 2)

(Because I forgot to add some of the men we all love, didnt I?) Just imagine you are back on the couch, waiting for days now, your body laid out on the cushions, a soft blanket draped over you to protect you from the chill of the night. And you wait for the door to open, for your lover, your husband, your better half to finally come home again.

Alejandro doesnt try to be silent, even though it is the middle of the night, his gear thumping to the floor and his footsteps surely carrying him towards the kitchen first, opening the still warm pot to swipe a finger through the food, tasting it greedily. But soon he walks towards the living room, finding you and a brilliant smile lights up his face. He is quick to scoop you up and over his shoulder, hands splayed on your ass as he carries your spluttering and quickly awakened form up the stairs, promising to make up for lost time. His hand never leaves your ass all the way up, feeling and groping as he goes, body already burning. 'Mi armor, wake up, i brought some presents for you and the biggest of them is me!'

Rodolfo, that sweet big man, is quiet as he comes into your shared home. He knows you are surely waiting for him, you had always done it when he was late from his assignments. And lo and behold, there you are, curled around his pillow on the couch. A soft smile on his lips, he kneels beside you, caressing your cheeks and whispering softly to you. His big hands easily lift you into his arms, his cheek against yours, further whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soft kisses trailing along your nose until you scrunch it just the way he loves, waking you softly before he takes you to bed with you. 'Told you so often you dont need to wait up, Love. Warms my heart though, so good to me. Don't worry, im not gonna let you outta bed until I had my fill of your kisses.'

Horangi is a strange mixture of reactions. On one side, he always told you to not wait up, to sleep in the bed and be comfortable, he wouldnt mind. On the other hand, seeing you sleeping on the couch, clearly waiting for him to come back, has his heart just slightly racing, as if he had the dice in his hand and was only one throw away from the biggest Jackpot of his life. He hesitates for a second, just taking in your pose, his smile turning into an amused smirk as he sees you drooling in your sleep. Will take a picture to blackmail you with in the morning before unceremoniously putting you over his shoulder and climbing up the stairs, laughing at your sleepy mumbles and your hands steadying yourself on his hips and ass. 'Don't worry Byeolbit (my starlight, if Goggle is correct...), you can touch that some more in just a few minutes. After we both took a shower, one of us reeks and I am not sure its me.' Will pull you with himself under the shower, doesn't care about your PJ's or your sleepdrunk state.

König doesnt know what to do. He is big and burly and strong and he is scared to touch you, you look like a small doll so cosily curled up on the cushions and he really doesnt want to wake you but if you sleep like *this* its gonna be hell on your back and neck and he doesnt want it. That big man is fluttering helplessly around you, hands reaching out before pulling back without touching you, nearly whining underneath his breaths in indecision before he finally, after minutes, settles on poking your cheek gently. 'Liebling (Love, Honey), you awake? You are gonna hurt in the morning... Let me... Let me just...' His words taper off as you blink drowsily at him, so comfy but also so very happy he is home that you cling to him like a koala. His big arms wrap around you, his face flushing so bright he wonders if you can see it shining red in the darkness of your shared home. He is so very careful with every step he climbs up the stairs, one arm around your back, the other underneath your ass as he carries you without problem.

[chalterdh22]

Helping an Old Friend - Squealing-Santa 2024

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!!!

Fandom: X-Men Prequel Films

Lee:  Charles Xavier

Ler: Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings:  None!  All fluff!

Normally Charles was the glass is half full professor.  He usually saw the better of people and circumstances.  Erik, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, which is why they balance each other out so well.  It had been years past since Charles’ accident.  So, it wasn’t anything new, but today was a rough day.

“Charles, I swear, I wish there were times I could mind read like you do, to know what exactly is going on in that head of yours.”  Erik said, sitting on a chair in the mansion, and Charles was trying to move himself from the wheelchair to the couch.  “Why are you trying to get yourself to the couch anyway?  There are plenty of other seats around.  Why pick the hardest one to move to?”  Erik was now all but yelling at the professor, who was sweating on how hard he was trying to get over to the couch.

“Erik, I know I don’t say this enough, but please, shut up old friend!”  Charles said under his breath, not looking up.

Erik now stood up and kneeled next to his friend, who now just had his head in his hands, seemingly taking a break.  “Here,” Erik said softly, trying to help his friend over, only to get swatted away by Charles’ hand. 

“Please, do not touch me.”  Charles was looking straight in Erik’s eyes, piercing right through him.  For some reason, this made Erik smile and puff out a laugh.

“Charles, are you really so stubborn as to not accept help from me?” Erik asked, as he now sat on the couch that Charles was trying to get to.  “What would be the point?”

“It’s nothing, nevermind.”  Charles voice seemed to dry up a little. 

“Come on, tell me what’s going on?”

“No, I’ll pass for now, but thanks.”  Charles responded.

“Charles, tell me, or I’ll have to……”  he stopped mid-sentence and realized Charles was paying no attention to him whatso ever.  He was completely deep in thought, so Erik, stoop up slowly, reached for his bag and put his helmet on, so Charles couldn’t read his mind.

When he sat back down, Erik had a huge grin on his face.  It wasn’t often he got to best the professor, mostly because of the mind control.  But he had watched Charles once getting a massage and the masseuse made him giggle and squirm.  He never knew Charles to be ticklish, but he was.  Erik didn’t think Charles would even remember such a miniscule detail, but Erik did.

After Erik hadn’t moved or said anything in a few seconds, Charles caught wind of not being able to penetrate his friend’s thoughts, and his head shot up quickly to see Erik wearing his beloved helmet.

“Erik, why do you have that on, may I ask?”  Charles asked nervously.

“No reason, but I do have a few questions for you?”  Erik said softly, putting his hand gently on Charles shoulder, which he shrugged off immediately.

“I told you; I don’t want to discuss anything.  Please just let me be.”

“No, because you never let me have those moments, and I want to know what’s bothering you.” 

Charles was now sitting straight up, shaking his head no.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to take drastic measures.”  This made Charles laugh and smile.  He had never gotten tickled by Erik, so he had no idea that’s what he was planning to do.

“Really? Well, let’s see what the mighty Magneto can do.”  Charles said smugly, crossing his arms, facing towards Erik now.  And since Charles couldn’t move quickly, Erik knew he could get him to talk.

Erik, shrugged his shoulder and reached one hand and pinched Charles side on his lower rib case, making him gasp and swat his hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?  Have you gone mad?”

“No, actually.  I’m thinking quite clearly.”  He reached out and pinched the other side and received the same reaction.  “If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, I’ll make you talk!”

Charles tried to push his arms on the couch to scoot himself away in his wheelchair, but Erik used his powers and locked the wheels.  “Now where do you think you are going?  We are just getting started.”

“Erik, don’t.”  Charles said sternly, not smiling the least bit.  Erik knew he had touched a nerve.    He moved over on the couch closer and moved the wheelchair that had his helpless friend in it, so it was facing him directly.

Using his powers again, he moved the belt buckles on the wheelchair and tied them around Charles’ wrists, tying them to the arms of the wheelchair.  “Now this is better.”  Erik said softly, with still a smile on his face.  He reached both hands out to his lower ribs and gently squeezed them up and down, moving his fingers in between each trapped rib.

“Naaaa, Noooo Errrriikkkk!  Sttttoooo-ooopppp!”

“Tell me what’s bothering you and I will”, although Erik secretly hoped he would hold out a little longer, because this was too much fun for him!

Erik pulled his hands back for just a second, and then shot them up into his armpits, earning a huge gasp and squeal, not one he had ever heard from his friend before.  He again pulled his hands back out.  “I think I found a nice, tender spot; wouldn’t you say?”

Charles was shaking his head frantically, pulling hard with his arms, trying to protect himself.

“I think we’ll go back there.”  And this time he moved at a turtle’s speed, reached slowly towards the professors under arms again, which now had a small, sweat stain peering through his nice, button-down shirt.

Still shaking his head, and gathering his breath, he was stammering, “Not, th-there, pl-please.”

Erik still moving at the same speed had Charles laughing already, and he was even being tickled yet.  “No, no, not until you tell me.”  Charles just kept shaking his head no, cheeks flushed and sweat glistening his face.

Erik then moved quickly back to his under arms and massaged them like before, sending the professor almost shooting straight out of his wheelchair if he could.  Erik��s mouth grinning, slightly opened was softly squishing and digging into the sweaty flesh, sending Charles into hysterics, throwing his head back and forth, pushing his upper body as much as he could to get away.

Charles was gasping and not laughing aloud anymore, so he pulled back, crossed his legs, and gave him a few seconds to breath.  “Well, what will it be?  Answering a simple question to a friend who only wants to help you, or continue to be stubborn and allow me to find other sweet spots?”

Charles starting to catch his breath, still shaking his head no, with a huge smile splattered across his face, “No, please, hold on, just hold on for a minute.”  As he said this, Erik reached out and tickled behind his ear, making him turn his head quickly to out maneuver it.  “Ok, ok.  Damn, Erik, you are relentless.  I’ll tell you, and then please stop!”

“Deal.”

Charles took a few more breaths, leaned back in his wheelchair, feeling a bit safer. 

“I was trying to get to the couch because some students were sitting there, showing each other some photos, and wanted me to see them.”  He paused; the seriousness started coming back to his face.  “I believe it was out of habit, the on student tapped the seat on the couch next to him, as to say sit here and I’ll show you.  I know he didn’t mean anything by it and immediately felt embarrassed by his action, which made me feel worse.”

He paused again, looking at Erik, who was looking back at his helpless friend.  “I don’t want people to feel embarrassed around me, or feel they have to do anything special to accommodate me.”

“Isn’t that what we all do here, accommodate to each person’s unique abilities?  Why are you so different?”

“I’m not.”  He paused to think about that.  “I do understand what you’re saying though.”  Erik just nodded his head. 

“Do you feel a little better?”  Erik was standing in front of Charles now, looking down.

“Yes, but please, do me a favor?”

Erik started to walk away and turned his head.  “And what’s that?”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”  Erik huffed a laughed and then realized he might never be able to take his helmet off again.  Oh well.  It was worth it.

The end.

@squealing-santa

@tickly-tufts!

[tickles-tea]

Not tk content but I don’t care bc LOOK AT THEMMM

I got the whole set for my birthday and I’ve been losing my shit over them for hours 😭💕

Huge shoutout to @/nobledemons for creating these perfect little angels ;;

[ticklethentopple]

Tickletober Day 2: Favourite spot

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

[lovemybluebully]

Loser Logan

Here I am, making another unannounced appearance. lol

Of course you all know I've been watching X-men '97. Won't go too into my thoughts on it, but overall I'm enjoying the series. I must say Episode 5 was pretty intense. I rewatched the old X-men: TAS and I never realized how bad some of the animation was in that show. The new one is much more fluid. Wolverine hasn't done much but pine over Jean, but I'm glad to see them letting some of the other characters get more air time. And they brought Morph back, and even Bishop got to be on the team for a little while. I love seeing all the different characters that they've been having Morph transform into, and I'm hoping Kurt will be joining the team soon. Then Logan and him can go kick some ass! :D

Anyways, I managed to draw something. Tried to keep it close to the new animation style. You know I love those close relationships Logan has with others. <3

When you make a money bet on a pool game you had better make sure you actually have the money first, and now that he has lost Logan found he was a little short on cash. With the big lug being a general ass the whole game a buzzed Morph has come up with the perfect alternative; Loser gets tickled! For how long, Morph hasn't decided, but naturally mercy will be considered only after Logan is a nothing but a giggling, blubbering mess on the floor.

Logan always has said that Morph was the only one who could make him laugh. Don't think this is what he had in mind though. XD

Enjoy!

Here's the fic I wrote for this pic here!

https://lovemybluebully.tumblr.com/post/751902941336764416/loser-logan

[marvelcai-75]

Charles got Logan in the divorce.

[tastybluesprite]

A Second Chance

It would be a crime to not write some fluff with them. As someone who watched the movie Logan before the Deadpool and Wolverine movie came out, it meant so so much to me to finally see these two reunite (technically). It just felt so tender and emotional. Anyway, it’s kinda angsty, but I tried not to overdo it with the angst because I don’t want to make people sad lol. Also I could’ve made the tickling a bit longer but it was kinda rushed… also I found myself focusing on the actual angst. So… yeah please enjoy!

Warnings: None aside from the fact that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just feel free to keep scrolling lol

Summery: Wade gives Laura a chance to do what she couldn’t with the other Logan

Although Laura stayed at the X Mansion with Yukio and Negasonic, as well as the other young mutants there, she still found time to come over and visit Wade and Logan every once in a while.

“Laura!” Wade grinned as she came through the door. He made sure to give her a copy of the apartment key, having certified her as basically his and Logan’s “child,” which Laura and Logan (however he didn’t entirely mind it though) found kinda dumb but either way she was happy to feel trusted with it.

Logan, sipping a beer, nodded up to her in greeting from the couch. “Sup’ kid.”

“Now Logan that’s no way to greet our guest.” Wade scolded.

“She basically lives here. You gave her a key.”

Wade ignored that. “Laura, hows Yukio and Negasonic doing? They alright?” He said with exaggerated interest.

Laura smiled and nodded. “They’re good. Helped me a lot with getting around that mansion.”

Wade grinned excitedly. “Hey Laura wanna stay and watch a movie with us? You can stay the night too.”

Laura shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

Wade headed to the kitchen to find good junk food and drinks. Naturally he’d have it all stocked up when he can.

Laura sat on the couch next to Logan. She couldn’t help stealing glances. He looked, sounded, and acted just like him.

Her Logan.

Logan noticed her looks and sighed. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? You look like you’re looking at a ghost.”

Laura hesitated. “It’s just… strange.”

Logan was confused for a moment, but realized what she meant. “Ahh… your Logan… right?”

Laura nodded. There was an air of… grief… sadness.

Logan took another drink of alcohol and cleared his throat. He didn’t want to make her sad about remembering her lost loved ones. Especially when he looked, sounded, and acted just like him, all while sitting right in front of her. It felt like he was reminding her of that pain just by being there let alone talking about him.

“Um… I’m a bit curious, kid… what was… he like?”

Laura sighed, but grinned a little. “He was… grumpy… mean… sometimes drunk… distrustful of everyone around him… hated everyone around him too… like everyone bothered him.”

Logan snorted a bit. “Definitely sounds familiar to me alright.”

Laura smiled at that. “Yes… but… despite all of that… he was… also kind… sometimes even the most gentle person you could ever know… he… might not have easily trusted others but… when he cared about someone… he did it with all his heart and soul.”

Logan’s eyes softened as she recounted her old friend.

“He sounds like a real great guy, kid.” He nodded.

Laura smiled and looked at him. “You’re a lot like him. Some of the bad sure… but most of the good also…”

Logan let that sink in. He was touched and flattered deeply that she saw him so positively. Especially given all he’d done. All he felt guilty for.

Wade came into the room and frowned. “What’s this? Logan, stop trying to make Laura cry!”

Logan just snorted at that.

“No it’s nothing like that… I was just… telling him about… the other Logan…” Laura assured.

Wade sensed the sadness behind her voice. he knew immediately he had to take action.

“Well well well… feeling nostalgic are we?” He grinned.

Laura smiled a bit at that. “Did you know him, Wade?”

Wade chuckled. “Know him? Of course. Knew that sack of angsty emo flesh for a long ass time.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. Now that he thought about it, Wade never actually told him about his relationship with this universes Logan. All he knew was that he was a damn good hero.

“Logan… the other Logan…” he nodded thoughtfully to Logan. “He and I met in the army actually.”

Laura raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Wade laughed. “Yeah. Funny enough, despite being so tough and rugged, the poor guy was a terrible flier.”

Logan frowned “Afraid of heights?”

Wade shrugged. “Who knows. Trauma…?PTSD…? Hughs creative decision to make the character more relatable…? All I know is that he nearly puked the first time I was on an army plane with him.”

Laura giggled. “He never told me that.”

Wade grinned. “Oh kid I bet there’s a lot he never told you. Like how ticklish he was.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Logan rolled his eyes “Wade…”

Wade grinned. “Relax peanut we aren’t talking about you…”

Laura just grinned though. “Wait, how do you even know that?”

Wade shrugged. “Might’ve poked him here and there. Also heard about it from his old friends back at the mansion.”

Laura giggled. “I wish I could’ve tried it.”

Wade suddenly grew himself a devious smile. “Oh, sweetheart you still can…”

Logan’s eyes widened slightly as Wade looked to him. Laura did too as she realized what he meant.

“No… no way… not happening…” he began, growing rather nervous as I moved back on the couch slowly. He didn’t exactly hate Wade doing it sometimes, but a gang up? And with a kid no less. He did not need to be damn humiliated like that.

Logan was lucky that he had already put his beer back down on the coffee table, because otherwise it would’ve spilled all over the couch as Wade pounced on him.

There was a struggle but Logan was a bit buzzed from the beer, making it difficult to fully fight back. Wade managed to grab him and link his arms under Logan’s firmly.

Wade grinned as Logan helplessly struggled. “All yours kid.”

Laura hesitated but slowly moved her fingers towards his vulnerable body.

“N-no… no, kid wait… wait… you… don’t really… AH!” He cried out loudly as Laura gently scratched her fingers at his sides. He thrashed more in Wades grip but it was really no use.

Laura grinned, his reactions egging her on to scratch more confidently. “He’s ticklish too…”

Wade grinned also and nodded. “He sure is! Aren’t you honey badger…?” He cooed playfully, making sure to keep his arms hooked back firmly as Logan squirmed around.

He made sure to keep his lips tightly sealed. He should not have to give in to such childish behavior.

However… that went out the window when Laura scratched at his ribs next. He finally bursted into uncharacteristic giggles.

Laura grinned more. “Wow. He really is ticklish…”

She prodded more into his ribs and Logan snorted a little in his giggle fits.

Wade smirked, watching his friend crumble under such gentle touches. He figured maybe he should give Laura some tips though.

“Hey kid, if you really wanna get the wolfie… he simply ADORES belly rubs…”

“N-nohohohoho!!! D-Dohohont lihihistehehen to hihihim eehehaha hehehehes ahahan ihihidihihiohohot!!!!” Logan insisted, trying to prevent the inevitable.

But before he knew it Laura had began gently digging into his stomach.

Logan would refuse to admit under any circumstance that he squealed.

“AHEHEHEHeh N-NOHHOHohoHohHO!!!” He cried out in laughter, thrashing more in Wades hold.

Laura grinned as she mercilessly attacked his belly.

“For such a grump he really can laugh…” Laura giggled, finding Logans laughter contagiously adorable.

Wade chuckled himself. “He sure can. Hey get his pits! He absolutely cackles.”

Laura nodded and scratched at his armpits, finding the skin there rather tender and soft despite the hair that grew there.

“GYAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!”

Logan nearly shrieked and fell weak against the touch as he wheezed out cackles, his laughter going in and out of silence as the nineteen year old deeply massaged her fingers into the center.

Seeing tears form around his eyes, and his face getting more and more red, Wade realized he didn’t want to full on torture the guy. Along with wanting an excuse to see Logan laugh his ass off, he also wanted to give Laura the opportunity at a second chance to bond with Logan, even if it isn’t the Logan she knew originally. He was just glad to see Laura happy. He was sure Logan felt that way also.

“Alright you mini me… time to let the guy up.” Wade chuckled as he loosened his hold on him.

Laura stopped her fingers and brought them away, allowing Logan to breath properly.

He gasped out for breath as he weakly fell against Wades lap.

“Y-you… t-two… s-suhuhuck…”

Wade and Laura both grinned.

“Awe don’t say that Logan! Laura might not be straight!”

Although Logan wouldn’t usually laugh at the scarred clowns jokes, he was too weak and still riding the giggle high from the tickle torture. He bursted out laughing more.

However his laughter was quite contagious (also Wades jokes could be genuinely hilarious sometimes). The other two fell into laughing fits also.

They had almost forgotten about their movie night plans in the chaos.

Although Laura missed the Logan she originally knew, her new friends were just as good as he was. She couldn’t be more grateful for that.

[littlemisssoulful]

Do You Need Help? (TickleBump)

Mr. Bump was driving the truck with so much anger boiling as he remained deadly silent. Mr. Tickle looked at Mr. Bump with a small frown as he knew Mr. Bump was not in the best of mood.

As they approached the traffic, Mr. Tickle spoke first.

“Do you need a…”

“NO!”, Mr. Bump snapped, “If you’re gonna ask me for a tickle, then keep your arms to yourself! Thanks to you, I’m covered in wasps stings!”

Mr. Tickle frowned as he looked away from the blue bandage man.

I was gonna ask if he needed help. But how? A tickle won’t work. He’s in a bad mood like Mr. Grumpy, and if I attempt to tickle him, he might tie my arms.

The thought of that made Mr. Tickle sigh sadly as one tear escape his eye.

Mr. Bump turned to look at Mr. Tickle as his eyes went wide in surprise. His once angry face turned to a bit of concern.

“Mr. Tickle?”, Mr. Bump asked gently.

Mr. Tickle didn’t answer.

“Look.”, Mr. Bump paused before he sighed, “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I know you wanted to help, but tickling isn’t always the answer.”

Mr. Tickle slowly turned to face him.

“Look, Mr. Bump. It may sound dumb but…”

Mr. Tickle fell silent for a few minutes before he huffed, “Look, the reason why I wanted to come isn’t because of to tickle, but I like spending time with you. Besides, you’ve been through a lot and I thought a tickle could help. Again, I’m sorry.”

Mr. Bump slowly smiled, “It’s okay, Mr. Tickle. I’ll admit, I may get annoyed at you, but you have no bad intentions, and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. You can say I feel lucky with you.”

Mr. Tickle’s eyes went wide in surprise.

“R-really?!”

Mr. Bump hummed.

“Yes, really.”

Mr. Tickle blushed a bit before he spoke.

“Look, you know how you shouted at me earlier?”

Mr. Bump sighed in shame.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was gonna ask… do you need help?.”, Mr. Tickle fidget his fingers as he bit his bottom lip.

Mr. Bump chuckled.

“I suppose if you can get some stinging cream and put it on the marks.”

“And some tickles?”, Mr. Tickle smirked.

Mr. Bump rolled his eyes with a small smile, “Yes, Mr. Tickle but when we get to my house.”

Mr. Tickle grinned with joy.

“Yay!”

There, he began to tickle Mr. Bump on the truck as the blue man yelp and laughed, “NO! Stop! Hahahahaha! No! Not now! The traffic could go green! Hahahahaha! Please, wait!”

Despite Mr. Tickle won’t change, Mr. Bump wouldn’t change a thing about him as he’s such a sweet and playful Mr. Man with good intentions, even if it leads to some calamity.

[ticklish-touch]

I wish I was psychic. And yeah, fair, the One Piece art style can get a little mutant-/potato-looking depending on the character and piece.... Speaking of mutants, here's a twofer - one I'm curious about and one I already know you like~! How hot are Nightcrawler and Beast from X-Men?

That's a good way of describing it, lmao

but YESSS KURT MY BOIII

Not My Type | Alright | Cute| Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Lissen. I've had a crush on this devil since X-Men Evolution. LOVE his design, he's pretty af and has such a gremlin personality with a heart of gold.

Wolverine and the X-Men was a pretty decent series, but I fully admit I mainly only watched it for Kurt. The way they showed off his powers and acrobatics is so smooth. And his voice actor did a great job, lord mercy

AND OF COURSE I GOTTA MENTION THE FACT THAT HE IS A CANON TICKLE MONSTER

Now if we could just have one fucking decent interpretation of him in a movie that isn't ugly as sin or written terribly, I'd be even happier. Yall have no idea how salty I am that the movie named Nightcrawler isn't about Kurt.