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strangleetomz · 3 months
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brother’s antics
couldnt think of a better title. deal with it.
ler!wilbur, lee!tommy
and heres me PULLING A FIC OUT OF MY ASS!🗣️
apologies the clip this is based off of murdered my entire bloodline. im not okay /pos
i dont know rhe word count . i didnt put this into google docs i just know its long
“Well, I want to keep going, so..” Wilbur’s lips curled into a small smile as he spoke, trying to distract Tommy so he didn’t end stream.
“Oh really?” Tommy turned to face Wilbur, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, wait. Well I forgot it was all about you!”
“It is!” Wilbur smiled more now. Tommy laughed at this and turned away from Wilbur. “Shut up.”
A smirk on Wilbur’s face immediately appeared at this, and he brought both of his hands to Tommy’s side. He poked and dug his fingers on the spot, trying to shove down his smile.. and failing.
“aH- OH MY GOD!” Tommy yelled, keeping his arms protectively at his sides for a moment. “That could’ve ended me! That actually could’ve sended me into a reaction that could’ve ended me!”
Wilbur nodded and giggled quietly.
Then, he brought his hand up again and wiggled a finger against Tommy’s neck, making a little high pitched noise as he did so to tease Tommy a little.
Tommy jumped and pulled Wilbur’s hand away. “You know I don’t like when you poke me like that.”
The smirk never left Wilbur’s face, he waited until Tommy ended to do anything else.
So, when the stream ended..
“Why did you do that?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking at Wilbur with a glare full of false anger.
“Do what?” Wilbur questioned. He knew exactly what Tommy was talking about; He just wanted to hear Tommy say it.
“Wh- You know what! You literally just tickled me on stream! Infront of thousands of people!” Tommy sputtered, making hand gestures towards the computer screen.
“Oh, I did do that, didn’t I?” Wilbur bit back a giggle. “I thought that was pretty funny.”
“I didn’t!” Tommy argued.
“Really? ‘Cause I saw you smiling.” Wilbur smirked, propping his elbow up on the armrest so he could rest his chin on his hand.
“You were seeing things then.” Tommy huffed and glanced to the side. “I didn’t smile.”
There was a brief silence, a silence that worried Tommy in a way he’s been worried many times before. He looked at Wilbur again, fighting back a nervous smile.
Wilbur was looking straight at him with an evil, smug little smirk that Tommy knew all too well.
He hated it.
“Are you lying to me, Tommy?”
Tommy knew this tone as well; If anything he hated it more.
The way he felt the heat rise in his face, the blush creeping onto his face as he knew there was no getting out of this. The way it made butterflies erupt in his stomach, being enough to make giggles bubble in his throat. He tried his hardest to shove them down.
“..No?” Tommy wished he sounded more confident, because that tone was getting him nowhere.
“I think you are. And do you know what liars get, Tommy?” Wilbur scooted forward so he sat on the edge of his chair.
“Nothing!” Tommy moved his chair backwards. “They get nothing!”
“Oh, they get something, Tommy. And that something, Tommy, is a visit from a very, very good friend of mine.” Wilbur stood up. “Would you like to know what his name is?”
Tommy almost immediately burst into soft, nervous giggling. He covered his mouth and shook his head no.
“Too bad.” Wilbur chuckled, taking a step towards Tommy. Tommy stood up in preparation to run.
“His name… is… the TICKLE MONSTER!” Wilbur lunged towards Tommy, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s torso and digging his fingers into his sides.
“WihiHILBUHUR NOHOHO!” Tommy screamed, twisting and squirming in the brunette’s hold in a desperate attempt at escape. Wilbur was surprised when his brother had managed to escape and bolt out the door within a few seconds.
Wilbur ran after Tommy. “Come on, Tommy! The tickle monster only wants to play with you!”
“Shuhut uhuhup!” Tommy tried his best to run faster. His giggling slowed him down, and he was inevitably, carefully, tackled onto the couch. He shrieked.
“Did you think you could run from me? Really?” Wilbur was quick to pin Tommy down. “I thought you should know by now that no matter what you do, no matter how much you run, you won’t escape from the grasp of the tickle monster~!” Wilbur teased, smirking evilly. Though he looked at Tommy for silent consent, which was given, before scribbling his fingers up and down the teen’s sides.
“WIHILBUR! DohOHON’T!” Tommy jolted, his hands latching onto Wilbur’s wrists. This didn’t stop Wilbur, no.
“Don’t what?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, hoping Tommy would fall for it.
And fall for it he did.
“Tickle me- wAIT WAIT NONONO!” Tommy was cut off by his own shrieks of half-hearted pleading as Wilbur used one hand to spider and scribble all over the blonde’s tummy, the other pinching and kneading his hip.
“If you say so, man.” Wilbur chuckled. “Oh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you? Tickletickletickle!”
“StOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!” Tommy brought up his hands and hid his face behind his hands, not caring to fight back anymore.
“Oh? Why, Toms? Am I embarrassing you?” Wilbur’s smirk turned a little more playful now. He stopped tickling Tommy for a moment and held his hands up in the shape of claws, just barely above the blonde’s stomach.
“Watch out, Toms! I’m gonna getcha!” Wilbur giggled at the silliness of the situation. Tommy giggled from the anticipation that was absolutely killing him.
“Fuck off!” Tommy shoved Wilbur’s hands away.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice. I guess I’ll just have to do this..” Wilbur spoke as if pretending to be sad, and then grabbed Tommy’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He pushed Tommy’s shirt up a little to the center of Tommy’s stomach, fighting back giggles as he saw the way the boy’s sensitive skin quivered as Tommy only thought about what was going to happen.
“Come on, mahan. Don’t doho thihihis..” Tommy tried to plead but it was futile. Wilbur had made up his mind.
And he was pretty damn quick to lean down and blow a raspberry just above Tommy’s navel.
“WihIHILBUHUHUR! NOHOT THAHAHAT!” Tommy shrieked, squirming and twisting as best as he could underneath Wilbur.
“Yes that, Tommy!” The brunette chimed, bringing his hand to vibrate his fingers on the spaces between the younger’s ribs. “The tickle monster get’s hungry, you know. And his favorite food is raspberries, so..” He trailed off before planting another raspberry, this time above Tommy’s hip.
“FUCK! StoHOHOP!” There was a hint of genuineness in Tommy’s tone, which was enough for Wilbur to stop. Immediately.
He got off of Tommy and sat him up, gently rubbing his back in small circles to help soothe him. “You okay? I didn’t go too far, right?”
Tommy shook his head, and Wilbur sighed out of relief before hugging his brother. Tommy accepted the hug and melted in Wilbur’s arms.
“You had fun though, right?” Wilbur smiled, carding his hand through Tommy’s hand. He couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped past his lips when he felt Tommy nod. “Good. I’m glad.”
Wilbur could tell Tommy was dozing off a bit, so he lightly poked him in the side to wake him back up. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we still have to go back to my house, remember?”
Tommy barely understood a word Wilbur said. Wilbur didn’t mind.
Tommy would always enjoy his brother’s antics.
And Wilbur would always enjoy Tommy’s.. no matter how stupid they were.
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synthleeius · 3 months
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new years day
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kind of taylor swift reference,,,, ☹️
NEW YEARS FIC!!!!! im sorry its 4 days late um. (im lazy)
lee!xiao
ler!aether
Xiao materialises silently on the balcony behind him, arms crossed. “Hmph, it’s you,” He murmurs, his voice barely audible.
“It is,” Aether said, waving him over as he leaned against the rails. Xiao complied, moving himself to stand next to the traveller. “So, is Liyue big on new years? It seems like it..”
Xiao’s gaze shifts to the bustling streets below, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes, Liyue is known for its grand celebrations during the lantern rite. Mortals gather to welcome the new year, hoping for good fortune and prosperity.” He turns his attention back to the figure beside him, his expression softening ever so slightly. “Is there a reason you ask..?”
“Not necessarily.. I was more asking if you were big on it.” Aether admitted, smiling softly at the city.
Xiao's eyes flicker with a hint of surprise, as if caught off guard by his question. "I... I suppose I don’t partake in such festivities," he admits, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. "As an adeptus, I have always maintained a certain distance from mortal affairs. My duty lies in protecting Liyue and its people, but I have never been one to revel in celebrations or seek personal enjoyment. It’s not in my nature."
He pauses for a moment, then adds, "However, I am willing to make an exception, if it is your wish to experience these festivities together."
Aether chuckled at the offer, shaking his head. "You don’t have to do that, Xiao, I know you’d rather not. But if you want.. we can stay up here for a bit?” He asked, tilting his head. “Please?”
Xiao's gaze shifts back to the lively streets below, watching as the crowds grow larger and the excitement mounts. "I appreciate your consideration.”
He turns his attention back to the blonde, his eyes meeting his. "If you wish to join me in this seclusion, I would be honoured to spend this time with you." He gestures to the balcony, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He smiled widely, “Thank you~..” He lowered himself to the ground, his legs criss-crossed around each other.
Xiao follows Aether’s lead, lowering himself to the ground beside him and crossing his legs in a similar fashion. He glances at him, his smile a rare sight. “I hear your back from your travels in Fountaine, correct?”
“Yeah, it was.. well, Fountaine.” He laughed softly, his eyes trailing down his arm before he noticed something. “The ocean was amazing though, they-.. Hm.”
“..What is it?” The adeptus asked, a confused expression on his face as Aether’s fingers reached out to his skin. With anybody else he’d flinch away, but he's learnt to accept the travellers touch. “You're bruised.”
“I.. suppose I am,” He stated, seemingly not paying much mind to it. “Mere consequence of my battles.. You shouldn’t worry, There's probably many more to come. But.. they will heal due to time.”
“I know, it doesn't mean I like it.” He muttered, huffing quietly. “Yknow, if you ever need me to patch you up all you need to do is ask.”
“No need,” Xiao insisted, “But.. If it comes to it, I’ll remember that.”
“I’m glad.” Aether smiled, satisfied with the answer he received. His fingers dragged down the skin until he reached the end, his hand moving to rest on top of the other’s. -which of course would’ve been fine, but..
His fingertips trailing down his forearm made Xiao gasp, reflexively flinching back a bit. “A-Ah.. apologies, Aether. You just..”
“It's okay,” He replied, softly cutting the other off from speaking any more excuses. “My fault.”
The two sat like that for a few minutes in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Well, it was simple until the blonde’s hand began to shift, nails drifting across his wrist an-
“Aether,” he spoke in a faked stern tone, turning to look at him.
“Uhuh,” He replied calmly, his nails grazing the same sensitive spot. “I'm just making sure you're not hiding any more injuries from me. What if you're in a critical condition and I didnt even know, hm?”
“Ihim- i’m not..?” a soft yelp left his lips, dare he even say– a giggle? “You’d know..”
“How am I supposed to believe that though? You're a very secretive person, Xiao. Now, I insist, stay still.” Aether smiled smugly, speaking whatever excuses came into his head first as he sneaked a hand to the adepti’s torso and latched onto his side.
“A-Ah! Aetheher..” He let out a shaky breath, restraining himself. “Don't just-..”
“Don't just what?” Aether tilted his head with a fake confused expression, his hand perfectly still.
“I.. ugh, your childish, Traveler.” Xiao sighed, turning his head away. Aether simply laughed softly, letting his fingers wiggle gently up his ribs. “I’m funny, excuse you.” He huffed, “I'm sure you’ll find me funny in a few minutes too.”
“I will no-hot!” He gasped, desperately trying to keep a straight face. He debated hiding with his mask on, but knowing Aether he’d probably give him hell for it..
“You’re no fun.. Come on, you're supposed to be laughing.” He whined, a playful smile shining on his lips.
“I don’t laugh.” He states, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his composure. “I’m an adeptus, it's un- hah.. unprofessional..”
“Sure you can, giggles. I’ll even help you!” Aether teased, gently pressing his thumbs into the bone.
“Don’t cahall me thahat!" He tried to grumble the best that he could, but he couldn't refrain from the small giggles that started bubbling from his chest.
“What, giggles? But it's cute! And you are giggling, y’know.” He pointed out, his hand darting to the others mid section and rubbing circles into his hip bones.
Finally, the dam broke with a gasp and breathy giggles, the shorter ducking his head down. “Thahats- nohot the pohohint..”
Aether cooed at the sight, shifting his position a little to be able to reach over and use both his hands. “Awh, Xiao~ I can think of a different point. Maybe about how you aren’t pushing me away?”
“I.. do nohot wihish to huhurt yohou.” Xiao mumbled out, his hands squeezed in fists to restrain himself. “Hm.. Excuses, excuses~” He sighed dramatically, giving his torso a couple last squeezes. “Alright, alright.. I’m done, sorry.”
As he regained his composure, he sighed softly, arms crossing over his chest idly. “It's.. fine. I suppose.”
“I bet.” Aether replied in a monotone voice, a knowing expression on his face. “No more tricks, ‘kay?” He promised, slinging an arm around his shoulders as a truce.
“..Mhm.”
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infrequent-creator · 1 year
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Trapped
Ler : Gojo? Technically
Lee : Yuuji
Summary; Yuuji gets tied up in demon traps by Gojo, just trying to contain him, but little did he know that it would reap a different result.
Word count: 527
Tw: bondage, tickles
<3
“Wakey wakey~” Yuuji stirred slightly at the voice.
“Mmm five more minutes…” he grumbled mostly asleep.
“No can do kid, I gotta talk to you right now.” The boy’s eyes fluttered open to see a very handsome man wearing a blindfold
“H-Huh? Wha.. where.. where am I?”
“Who am I talking to right now? The boy or the beast?”
“Wh-what? What are you talking about? I’m Yuuji Itador! I’m a student at.. hey wait a minute! You’re that guy! You fought that monster with me and then it…” He paused, recalling the memory.
“Then I ate the artifact you were after..”
“Ah so you do remember. Good. That shows you’re still in there somewhere.”
“What do you mehehean?” Yuuji started to giggle at a funny feeling along his sides. He couldn’t place it, but it was making him squirm.
“Why are you laughing, demon?”
“D-Demon? I-I’m nohohohot a demahahan..” The sensation started to tingle up to his ribs, nearing his armpits.
“You fool… this mere toilet paper does nothing to me~” a voice spoke out do nowhere.
“Ah.. so the demon traps are too weak. Strong enough to hold, but not enough to hurt you. Tell me Yuuji, does it tickle? Is that why you’re laughing?” There was a lilt in his voice, making the pink haired boy blush.
That was it! It was ticklish! The sensation finally spread to his armpits causing him to squeal, and wiggle around vigorously.
“P-Plehehehhease mister!! Let me gohohoho—AHAHA!!” Finally the feeling spread to his sensitive hips, making him arch far enough to fall over onto his back.
“Awww, you look like a little pill bug that got flipped on it’s back. Here, watch this..coochie cooo..” The man cooed, his fingers skittering along the slender bones.
“AHAHAHA!! W-WhahAHahat do youhHUHUhu wahahAHAHANT?!” He was losing his mind over the combination of gentle scritches along with the tingly tickling from the possession charms.
“I want to know if you’re violent in there, if that demon could snap and be a danger to us at this moment..” Gojo slowed his skittering and switched to poking at his thighs.
“But you aren’t scary at all are you, little Yuu-chan~” the man teased in a playful tone. The younger one couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up and fell over on his side to avoid the evil pokes. His legs kicking back and forth as the giggles bubbled up his throat.
“IM *hic* NOHOHOT!” A hiccup suddenly came out causing Gojo to stop.
“Interesting, you hiccup when you laugh too much? Adorable..”
“*hic* N-No it’s not!” He tried to defend but the additional hiccups weren’t helping his case.
“Alright then, I’ll go discuss this with the elders. I’ll comeback here and either let you free, or kill you. Sound good?” He smiled brightly, patiently waiting for an answer.
“Ohkahay.” He nodded.
“Perfect. You just sit tight, and I’ll be right back.” He stood up, making his way towards the door.
“W-Wahait! The w-wraps still tihihickles!”
“Don’t worry, you’re a tough boy. You can handle it. Byeeee Yuu-chahahan.”
“Plehehease! H-Hurry bahack!” Yuuji lay on his side giggling like a child for the rest of the evening.
THE END
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mushiewrites · 1 year
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Finding Giggly Gogy
from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3
prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”
(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)
As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment. 
They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch. 
His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion. 
“What are you-” 
“I really want to tickle you right now.” 
“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”
“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap. 
“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp. 
“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands. 
“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.  
“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?” 
George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs. 
“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him. 
“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again. 
“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches. 
“Mhmhm!! Nhn!” 
Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.
“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter. 
“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink. 
“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.
“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in. 
“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through. 
“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?” 
The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did. 
And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.
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thatonetickleblog · 25 days
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hiii!! what are ur ruikasa tickle headcanons? (if u have any)
writing these because i miss the clowns
RuiKasa Tickle HCS
Nothing proofread, just me spouting nonsense. AND ISTG IF THE IMAGE QUALITY BECOMES SHIT AGAIN IM DONE.
(PS: I’m gonna have HCS for them before & after Wonderlands x Showtime went freelance!)
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— They are both very ticklish, of course, but I feel like Rui is more ticklish than Kasa. Though, Tsukasa is always the one getting tickled in their relationship. Mainly because Rui is so mischievous, doesn’t even give time for Tsukasa to try and fight back </3
— Now that they are classmates for their third year, I totally imagine them with all the classroom tk tropes. Rui poking at his back when sitting behind him, or squeezing his knee when he’s next to him ESPECIALLY when they are supposed to be quiet. And since Tsukasa joined the committee, he refuses to retaliate and just squeezes the hell out of his hands.
— Of course, when they get to the wonder stage it’s all over with that, Rui gives him a poke in the side? Ten minutes later Tsukasa is sneaking behind his boyfriend to squeeze his sides.
— These two purposely will do things regarding tickling if they know it embarrasses the other. When Tsukasa’s stomach is poked, he will literally let out the most girlish squeak and jump 5 feat away. He is sooo embarrassed by it, so naturally Rui want’s to do it every 5 minutes.
— Same thing for Rui, his underarms are reallyyy ticklish. Since he is the tallest of the two, and even the four of them. He is always the one having to grab high objects. Whenever he is reaching for something Tsukasa will instantly shove his hands under his arms. Rui never fails to have this hilarious full body reaction, immediate cackles, his knee’s give out and he just falls into Tsukasa’s hold, squirming like a fish out of water. Not only does his uncontrollable reaction embarrass him, but the fact that Emu, Nene and especially Tsukasa finds it adorable.
— I mean, I think Rui gets so embarrassed when he looses control of himself is because he is always so calm. His whole shtick is being calm yet cunning and chaotic. He talk’s about the cannon he’s gonna put Tsukasa in with that mischievous cat smile, acting like its no big deal. When he is tickled though… that attitude slips and is replaced by a flushed face, hysterical AND dorky laughter. (Rui is the definition of cant take what he dishes out. The most teasing ler ever but will DIE if someone even mentions how sensitive he is.)
— One time Rui was hanging with Mizuki and when Mizuki asked him for grab something for her, he on instinct (this loser is so used to that being a set up for tickles) refused and she was far beyond confused. There was a bit of back and forth before he admitted why, he expected her to tease him but she gave him the look of. “I get your fear… you’re safe with me bro”
Mizuki 🤝 Rui
Little shit lers who are always tickling others but they are far too ticklish themselves to take what they dish out.
— ANYWAYS sorry that wasn’t ruikasa (FORGIVE ME) back to them! So now both of their most sensitive spots, + the spot they love to target on eachother! So, Tsukasa’s worst spots are his hips, sides and most of all, his stomach. (Been saying this since EN game released) His stomach is also Rui’s favourite place to tickle him. He knows Tsukasa loves being tickled, so what better than targeting the spot that makes his boyfriend completely lose himself in laughter?
— When Tsukasa is reading lines on his bed, Rui loves jumping on him out of nowhere and scribbling all ten fingers across his stomach. Kasa instantly breaks out into loud fits of laughter, curling up into a ball and trying his best to shield himself from the tickling. He says pleads he doesn’t mean, and all Rui can do is giggle and look down at his boyfriend with the most loving eyes. He loves seeing his Tsukasa laugh so happily, it makes his whole day.
— When they are cuddling, Tsukasa tries so hard not to giggle when Rui slips his fingers under his sweater. Unbeknownst that Rui is softly moving his hands across his stomach on purpose. Of course, he realizes as soon as Rui stops teasing and goes in for the kill.
— When they started dating, Tsukasa learned that Rui loved physical touch even more than he did. Always wanting to kiss him, and hug him. So one day, Rui decided to kiss his stomach, and Tsukasa’s reaction was beyond adorable. He can’t take tickly kisses, it doesn’t tickle as much as scribbling does— but it’s just so damn flustering. He softly squirms, obviously holding back, laughing his heart out as his face burns bright red. He doesn’t shove Rui’s head away, instead he just grips the sheets or covers his face with his hands. Rui can tell how much Tsukasa genuinely loves being kissed on his stomach, so he always wants to give them to his boyfriend.
— Although, let’s not forget Rui is a mischievous shit so almost always the kisses turn into raspberries or nibbles. Leaving Tsukasa’s laugh to become hysterical. Now pushing Rui’s face away, trying to curl in on himself and likely kicking Rui with how much he’s squirming. (The knee in the head is worth it in Rui’s book.)
— Tsukasa’s belly button is also terribly ticklish but I can scream about that another time, Rui I didn’t forget about you.
— NOW!! Rui’s worst spots are his knee’s, underarms and ribs. Despite this, Tsukasa’s favourite spot to tickle Rui is his ears and neck. These two places are melt spots for Rui, especially behind his ears. (He might actually be a cat guys)
— Even though Tsukasa’s the shorter one, Rui loves laying in his lap with his head on his chest. Tsukasa can never resist scribbling gently on his neck and ears. Listening as Rui giggles nonstop, but also softly. Barely audible unless the room is silent, he doesn’t try to squirm away, beside from scrunching up his shoulders. Just as Tsukasa loves being tickled on his stomach, Rui adores these kind of comforting tickles.
— It may be the vulnerability it brings, completely weakened by the one you love the most’s gentle touch. As two people who both have issues with abandonment (Tsukasa growing up alone, constantly worried about Saki. Rui, having no friends growing up and being outcasted for his interests) To be able to completely let your guard down, close your eyes and laugh, gives a sense of security Rui never knew he needed. Tsukasa knowing he feels so safe with him to be able to relax completely also brings the blonde so much comfort. Knowing he is keeping someone safe.
— Tsukasa is much more fond of giving gentle tickles to the ones he loves (unless he’s out for revenge.) Likely because he was always so worried of hurting Saki, learning how to be gentle with any kind of touch.
— Also, and since Wonderlands x Showtime went freelance and quit the theme park, they spend a-lot more time together. Leading to so many tickle fights and situations I’ve listed!
Thats all for now, I really liked talking about project sekai again. ESPECIALLY TSUKASA 🙏🙏🙏 Thank you <3
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sunny-117 · 8 months
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hello! omg u write for svt
could I request one with junhui and minghao? you can decide the order! thank you so much 🫶🏻
Hiii🫶🏻
I'm so sorry that you waited for so long. But I'm back and I will write more again. In 3 days in Germany is the summer break so I can write more again 😊
So I will be active again. I promise!😌💕
But now I hope you and the others like the fic I wrote to your request💕💕
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Cuddly incident
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Lee: Jun , Ler: Minghao
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It was a Wonderful Saturday night. Thr Members of Seventeen were in their rooms after an Concert wich was absolutely perfect. Minghao had decided to make a short Weverse live to connect with Carats again.
What Minghao didn't know was that his other Chinese friend was in an cuddly mood. What was unusual for Jun because skin ship was not his thing. Jun waited in his room because he didn't want to disturb Minghao and crash into his live but he couldn't wait. He wanted to cuddle. Like for real. So Jun made his way to Minghaos room and went silently inside.
Jun saw Minghao in his oversized Hoodie and sweatpants as he sat on a chair infront of his computer. He listened to him talk for a while until Jun was bored and crept behind Minghao and hugged him from behind. “Wh-What the-?” Minghao said a bit startled and looked behind him. As Minghao saw Jun he immediately smiled.
“Carats… Jun is here” Minghao giggled and motioned to Jun that he can sit beside him. Jun got a chair from the room and sat beside Minghao.
@Dimond_Life✨️: Jun! How are you?
@S..coups__: My favorite Seventeen Duo😊🥹
@Kitty-cat: The Concert was AMAZING!💖
“Im good Carats“ Jun said and smiled in the Camara. But Jun still was in a cuddly mood. Should he show it on that live? Carats could understand him and maby they find his behavior cute…Jun did it and put an arm around Minghaos shoulder for the start. Minghao smiled at Jun and turned to the Camara again to talk to Carats.
@Carat_For_Ever💕: is Jun in a cuddle mood? It’s cute🙈
@Sun-shine: Jun is definitely in a cuddle mood. Jun please don’t be shy. Cuddle Minghao if you want. It’s super cute!
@Scared_Cat🙀: Yes! Cuddle Minghao as long as you want. We don’t mind it😊
Jun read the comments and did what they say. He pulled Minghao in a big bear hug and had a big gummy smile on his face. Minghao didn't mind it. It was super cute for him that Jun was in such a cute cuddle mood. They hugged for quite a while but then Minghao got an idea. He knew what makes Jun even cuter. Minghao started to lightly scribble his hands on Juns side. Jun felt that and squirmed but it wasn't enough to make him giggle.
For Minghao was that extremely cute but wasn't really satisfied. His hands scribbled higher and higher on Juns sides until they were under Juns ribs. Minghao scratched lightly under Juns ribs and Jun let out a tiny but really cute squeal.
@General_Carat: Is Jun ticklish? How cute🥴😍
@Squid-Squid: That squeal was so extremely cute. Minghao try to tickle Juns armpits. Dk tickled him there once and Jun let out such cute giggles😌
@Kitty🤍: yes. Tickle Jun more!
Minghao reed all of the comments again and tried to tickle Jun in the armpits. He was still really gentle because he didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable but still firm so that it tickled. And @Squid-Squid didn't lie. As Minghao started to tickle Jun gently in the Armpits, Jun giggled super cute and broke the hug. “Nohohoho” Jun giggled and looked Minghao in the eyes. “Your to cute Jun”
Minghao smiled and kneaded lightly Juns sides. That made Jun squirm and giggled even more. “Ehehehehahhahaha” Jun couldn't speak but you could see that Jun was enjoying it. Minghao found that really cute that Jun enjoyed it to be tickled and tried to scratch juns tummy gently. As Minghaos fingers made contact with Juns tummy, Jun started to protect his tummy. “Nohohot mhyhy tuhummy“ Jun giggled.
Minghao didn't want to tease him with words so he just smiled and teased Jun with pokes all over his torso what makes Jun giggle uncontrollably.Jun tried to catch Minghaos hand but gave up. “Ehehehhehehehe” Jun giggled and he also decided to gave Minghao access to his tummy. Jun really enjoyed it to giggle and he trusted Minghao.
Minghao saw that Jun sat straight again and gave him access to his tummy. Minghao smiled and started to scratch Juns tummy lightly. Jun immediately starts to giggle and to squeak and he tried not to squirm. “Hahahahahahehehehe” Minghao thought and had an idea. He put his hand under Juns t-shirt and scribbled his hand on Juns soft tummy. What made Jun giggle even louder. “Thahahat fehehels behehether” Jun giggled and made squeaking noises.
@Dimond_life✨️: I can’t believe Jun likes to be tickled. That’s the cutest thing ever😭😍
@Lovey-dovey💕💕: that’s really the cutest thing ever🥹
Minghao started to tease Jun a little by scratching lightly in his bellybutton wich made Jun laugh out loud. Juns bellybutton was his weak spot but he still enjoyed it. “HAHAHAHEHEHE- THATS… TICKLISH” Jun screeched but dtill laughed cutely. Minghao smiled warmly and stopped and pulled jun into a bear hug. “You can always come to ke if you want to be tickled” Minghao Whispered and Jun blushed slightly as he nodded. Minghao and Jun were talking to Carats again and after a while they ended the Weverse live. After it Jun got again tickles and the cuddles he deserved…
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Hope you like it💕🫶🏻
And I'm back again. So I will write more😌
If you want to request then you can do it. And a reminder that I also write for films/series. I made a post about it!🫶🏻
Reminder: English is not my first language and my Requests and Dms are always open😌
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prompt idea??
Peter 3 rarely gets in moods! But when he does he chooses the best way to cheer himself up is by tickling someone! I feel like Gwen is usually the lee in these scenarios and Peter 3 has a very specific "im in a mood, i need to hear you laugh" look, so she sees him come in and immediately starts giggling and curling her legs, etc...in all honesty just that alone already perks him up but he always takes it a step further!
Ler!Peter3 lee!gwen
One of Those Moods
Summary: See prompt above :)
(Peter 3 gets into a Ler mood super easily and loves tickling those he loves ❤️ Gwen is usually on the receiving end of her boyfriend's Ler moods, but she doesn't mind 😉 The roles get reversed often enough 😁)
"Gwen?"
The smaller blond turned to the doorway of the bedroom. When her eyes landed on her boyfriend's face, she instantly curled into a ball. She knew that look.
Peter smiled and stepped into the room. "Are you busy?"
"N-noho."
Three stepped closer to the bed. "Can I come hang out with you?"
"Whyhy?"
Peter stepped even closer. "Because I'm bored."
The smaller blond pulled her knees up even closer. "Wh-what doho you want toho doho?"
Three sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tickle you."
Gwen's cheeks turned bright pink. "Ihi mehean . . ."
"Please? Just for a little bit?"
Gwen was so flustered. It was rare that her boyfriend directly asked to tickle her and she never knew quite how to respond when he did.
So instead of verbally responding, Gwen rolled onto her back and rolled her shirt out of the way. She then took her arms and crossed them above her head.
The grin on her boyfriend's face made her blush even more.
Peter 3 sat on his girlfriend's waist then leaned forward to pepper kisses into her tummy. The light tickling made Gwen instantly burst into airy giggles.
The kisses began to travel up her sides to her ribs and made her giggles increase in volume.
"Aww, yowre juwst sow tickwish." Peter moved from her ribs to her neck.
"Shuhut ihIIIT!"
"Such a tickwish wittwe bean."
"Yohou're wohorse!"
A finger booped Gwen's nose. "Miss Stacey, this is not about your boyfriend, this is about you."
"Wehell my boyfriend ihis beheing mean to mehe!"
"By giving you what you wanted?"
"Yehehes!"
Three made the biggest pout he could. "Oh how awful of me."
While Gwen giggled, Peter returned to peppering kisses into her neck.
"EEEE!" Gwen snorted. "Thehe abhabsoluhute woHOORST!"
"Just a big bully," Peter teased as he moved to the other side of her neck.
A squeak left Gwen's mouth as she turtled into her shoulders. "Yehes!"
Peter 3 continued kissing along Gwen's neck as he gently tipped her chin up so he could reach her jaw line. "Poowr baby."
"Nohoho!"
One of Peter's hands moved to lightly skitter across Gwen's side. "Noho you're not aha bahaby?"
The combined tickles made Gwen squirm. She couldn't curl up with her boyfriend on her waist and she couldn't really turtle away now with his face peppering kisses into her neck and jaw. "Meheanihie!"
The fingers on her side moved across her tummy while Three's kisses traveled up to her ears. Once there, he whispered. "Ticklish?"
"Yohou dohon't have toho keheep sahaying ihit!"
"Oh, buhut I doho," Three cooed in her ear. "I'll always remind you how ticklish you are."
Gwen turtled. "EEEK!"
Peter's hand on her stomach began to spider across her ribs. "That way you'll always remember just how ticklish you are."
"WhyhyhYYY!"
"Because you're adorable when I do so."
Gwen's face was a solid mass of red. The teasing fingers began to move up her ribs and into her armpit, making it extremely difficult to keep her arms above her head.
"Poor tickwish wittwe Gwen," Three teased as his other hand pinched along her hip.
"EEE!" Gwen snorted twice.
Peter 3 paused his tickles long enough to kiss her temple. "How are you holding up?"
"Ihim tinglyhy."
"Oho? Need a breather?"
The smaller blond shook her head. "Yohou cahan keep goihing."
Peter grinned at his girlfriend. "Ihi think yohoure enjoyihing your tickles."
Gwen grinned and shook her head.
"No? Aww." Peter moved to trace the outer portion of her ear with his fingernail. "Then why awre youw awl giggwy?"
"Squee! Yohoure sihillyhy!"
"So you're laughing at me?"
"Nohoho!"
"Awww, poowr Gwenie." That same finger moved down to her neck. "Stuck with a case of the unknown giggwes."
The smaller blond turtled again as the blush on her face darkened. However, while she was distracted by the tickles on her neck, Peter slipped his head back down to lightly nibble her sides.
The loudest squeal yet erupted out of Gwen's mouth as her sides and tummy were attacked by nibbles. "SQUEEE! PETER!"
"Awww, your poor tummy is so ticklish." Three nipped at her hip.
"AHH!"
The nibbles traveled up her side. "Do you love tickles?"
"Yehes!"
A nibble was given to her ribs. "So much?"
"EEP! Yohou alreheady knohoOOOW!"
Now down across her belly. "I want you to tell me."
"Eehehe! Ihi love ihit! Ihi lohove ticklehels!"
Three switched to lightly rubbing his nose against her side. "You're not lying to me?"
"Nooho!" Her hand started to push against Peter's head. "Ihi prohomise! I promihise!"
Peter gave Gwen's tummy a final kiss before laying down beside her. "I believe you."
The smaller blond rubbed the phantom tickles away from her upper torso. "Thahank yohou. That wahas fuhun."
Three rubbed some circles into her tummy to help get the tingles away. "Did you have aha good time?"
Gwen giggled at the first touch, but soon melted into a content puddle. "Yehes."
Peter 3 kept up the relaxing circles as his other arm pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "Cuddle with me?"
The smaller blond cuddled closer. "I would lohove to."
For the rest of the night, the two of them stayed curled up next to each other, enjoying each other's company.
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slimeylee · 1 year
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4 with bbh and skeppy!!
omg i was actually sent one no way /s
ty anon!!! im not sure if u wanted lee skeppy n ler bbh or lee bbh and ler skeppy however-- i find usually the lee is stated first n the ler is stated after so im going to do lee bbh and ler skeppy
tho if u want a version of 4 with lee skeppy n ler bad i can totally do that :D
4. “Big talk for someone whos about to get tickled.” . skeppy bbh
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"Big talk for someone who's about to get tickled." Skeppy leaned forwards from his spot behind Bad, gently tazering his friends sides. "What?- Wh- wahaaait- Skeppy!" Bad yelped, covering his mouth and squirming side to side. His tail wagged quickly, hitting Skeppy in the thigh every few seconds.
Skeppy grinned, moving down to squeezing Bad's hips. "AaaaAH, No! SkEHEppy! Nohohot thehehere!" Bad giggled. "Buut Baaaaaaad.. I like this spot!" Skeppy whined and frowned, spidering up Bad's sides and scratching into the hallows of bads underarms. "sGeHEHEPPY! NoooohoHOHOO!" Bad squealed. Skeppy looked down at Bad's tail, which gently but rapidly wagged and hit his calve repeatedly which, he will admit, was ticklish but not to the point he'd start laughing.
Skeppy moved down his sides again, and scribbled over Bad's stomach. "Nahahat thEHEHehere! Myhyhyhy tuhuHUMMmmy is sohoho baaAd! sGehEHEHEppy!" Bad flailed his arms around, and Skeppy was surprised that Bad was able to admit that. "Tiiiiickle, tickle, Baaaad!" Skeppy grinned before realizing that Bad hadn't told him once to stop, nor tried to drive away from the situation.
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bad is totally the kind of person to adooore recieving and giving tickles and i will die on this fuckin hill man
hope u enjoyed it, i dont write for skeppy a lot and have a lot of inaccurate lee skeppy fics in my drafts
ty anon btw i didnt think i would get anyone to send me any lol
aaaand
slimey out
-slime
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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years
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From the Tickle fic prompts list; 19 and 25 for Lee! Ojiro? 🥺💖💖
YAY YES OF COURSEEEEE
I HAVE THE CUTEST FUCKING IDEA FOR THSI OMG OMG OMG OMG
The prompts: “freeze!”. And “not much just tickling Ojiro to pieces”
I apologize in advance because this is genuine fucking ASSCHEEKS BB. Like wow who is she and why is she so rushed and shitty.
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Bank Murder 2.0
Warning! This is a tickle fic!
Hey! This was a request!
Ships: none
Warnings: tickles, a “murder”, blood mention.
The Breakdown: lee Ojiro, ler Denki.
Prompt: Officer Chargebolt is on the case! Denki, and a few of his pals, are put to the test by Iida and his group. When it’s time for gathering intel, Ojiro is the first person Denki can catch...
FUCK IM SO SORRY I FINALLY WROTE THIS AFTER 15 YEARS IVE JUST NOT HAD THE DESIRE TO WRITE MY DRAFTED FICS.
Tags: @cupcake-spice13 @littlebbyleesfw
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“Alright everyone! I’ve decided that we should perform a team building exercise today!” Iida chimed from the front of the common room, having previously beckoned all of the class to it.
“But Iidaaaa!” Mina whined, “It’s our only day off!”
“Precisely!” The class rep clapped his hands together, then strode to a table which held a box.
Iida took the time to explain the system: choosing a yellow token from the box indicated the student was a hero! Choosing a red token indicated the student was a villain. Here’s the fun part. The red team planned the game, while the yellow team solved the mystery.
Here’s the layout:
Team Yellow: Denki, Bakugo, Mina, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Koda, Hagakure, Shoto, Momo, Sato.
Team Red: Ojiro, Izuku, Iida, Mineta, Jirou, Aoyama, Ochaco, Shoji, Tsuyu, Sero.
“Alright! Let’s get started, Red Team!” Iida called his teammates down to the kitchen, ready to plan the mystery.
After Iida and his team designed the perfect plan for Team Yellow, he regrouped with his classmates in the common area.
“Team Yellow, please report to the kitchen so that we may set up our game.” The class rep commanded.
The other students obliged, happily skipping down the hallway, ready for the new adventure. Except for Bakugo of course, who was rolling his eyes and sauntering along. Upon their return, they saw multiple “blood” covered patrons and Izuku “dead” on the floor, trying so hard to not laugh and break character.
“Oh my!” Momo cried upon seeing the sight of her bloodied classmates.
“You must solve the mystery. Who killed Midoriya?” Iida asked, mustering a playful tone, “The only rules are no quirk usage, no physical violence and no verbal abuses, Bakugo.”
Before the atomic blonde could bark an insult back at the speedy boy, Denki cut in.
“Alright team! First things first...” Denki looked up at the bloodied classmates in wickedness, “We need to catch someone for intel.”
Upon those words, the Red Team students scattered like mice, for they knew if they were caught it would be much harder to win.
“Get back here!” Kirishima cried in glee, chasing after his friends in suit.
Denki took off after Ojiro, who was giggling madly in anticipation of being caught. They pattered through the dorm halls, ducking in and out of rooms. Finally, Chargebolt had the tailed hero cornered.
“Freeze!” The electric blonde demanded, shortly after tackling said boy to the ground.
“WAAAH! Kaminari! Wh-“ the taller boy mentally cursed himself for being caught so easily.
“Now! You will tell me what I need to know, however and whenever, understand?” Denki barked out demand after demand, but Ojiro was destined to stay in character.
“You’ll never break me, see! I’m under the boss’s orders, see!” Somehow a monster character came from him, but he wasn’t complaining.
Kaminari was in a pickle, what was he supposed to do? The only thing he can think of is-
Oh that’ll do.
“Not gonna talk eh? Well. Better get ready, Ojiro; they don’t call me Don Turtelli for nothin’!”
“Don Turt- What are you on about?” Ojiro furrowed his brows in utter confusion.
Denki grinned evilly as he wiggled an evil claw toward his friend. “Muahahaha! Get ready to talk, Villain!” he cooed, finally bringing his hand down to squeeze at the latter’s stomach.
“GAH! Whahahahat?! K-Kahahamihihinahaharihihi!” The tailed hero wailed in shock.
“Aww I forgot how cute you sounded when you laughed!” The electric blonde cooed as he scrunched up his nose, “Now tell me who did it!”
“Neheheheveheheher!” Ojiro was determined. He was going to stay in character whether he died from tickles or not.
“Hm. That’s quite the shame, Ojiro. You leave me no choice.” Kaminari retracted his torturous hand and brought it up to hover over the trapped boy’s ribs,
“Wait! No! Kaminari!” The tailed hero whined, quickly gripping Denki’s wrist.
The electric blonde gasped dramatically, widening his eyes in sudden “shock.”
“Did you just stop my wrist?” He inquired, cocking an eyebrow.
“Kaminari- no no no! Stop!”
“Because if you grabbed my wrist that must mean you really really want me to tickle you here.”
“Denki don’t you d-AHAHAHAREHEHE!” Ojiro’s laughter increased tenfold as a more sensitive part of him had fingers fluttering on it.
“You know how to make this end!” Denki yelled as he changed his fluttering fingers to drilling with thumbs.
“GAAH!! DEHEHEHENKIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHO! EHEHENOHOHOHOUGH!”
“Enough my ass! Tell me who killed Midoriya!”
“NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!”
Poor Ojiro.
Oh well, his funeral.
Kaminari simply let out a fond breath of air as he stopped his assault on the tailed hero’s ribs.
“You leave me no choice.”
“You’ve already said that!”
“Getting cocky now are we?” The electric blonde cocked an eyebrow and wore a sly grin.
“Shut up! Let go of me! They’ll come find me soon!” Ojiro spat in defense, immediately regretting it after.
“That’s it! You have one last chance to tell me who killed Midoriya!”
“Kiss my ass!”
Denki brought back the all accursed claw and ever so slowly wiggled or above Ojiro’s torso. Where would he strike next? The tailed hero found himself giggling madly in anticipation.
“C-cmohohohon. Dehehehenks!”
The claw wiggled and squeezed the open air as it teased over the pinned boy’s body. Until it finally hit down on the hollows of his hips.
“NONONO! NOHOHOHO! KAHAHAHAMINAHAHARIHIHIHI! STAHAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIT!”
“TELL ME WHO KILLED HIM!”
“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! THEHEHEHEYLL KIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Then die I guess.”
“You’ll never get me Tokoyami!” A cooing voice sounded from outside the door, the handle jiggling shortly after.
Through his hysterics, Ojiro managed to find out who his saving grace was. It was no other than Hanta Sero.
“SEHEHEHEROHOHO! GEHEHET HIHIHIHIM OHOHOHOFF!”
“Denki What are you doing?!”
“Nothin’!” Kaminari hummed, “Just tickling Ojiro to pieces.”
“Get off of him!” Sero barked, tackling Denki off of his teammate, “Are you okay? Did you spill?”
“M’fine. And no. I kept quiet.”
Sero’s lips curled into a menacing smile, “Perfect.”
The electric hero wrestled with Sero as he chuckled awkwardly, “Heh. Could we uh- could we talk about this?”
“Sure.” Ojiro chimed as he rose to his feet, “If you tell us what your plan is to stop us.”
“Now why would I do th- oh...”
Sooner than when the realization kicked in was Denki being attacked by two villains. What an unfair advantage.
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tea-twords · 2 years
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hi it is me yet again.
i am once again requesting a led kiibo (im such a lee kiibo nerd im sorry)
any ler is fine
maybe korekiyo if you feel comfy with writing that
Honestly you've probably forgotten about this by now BUT ITS GETTING DONEEEE
Lee Kiibo is great and I'm so fucking glad to be writing for him again
Pairing: Korekiibo (Korekiyo x Kiibo)
Lee: Kiibo
Ler: Korekiyo
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"Eek-!"
Kiibo was about to leave the dining hall when he felt a swipe of a finger at his shoulder blade. He whipped around to find the Ultimate Anthropologist standing behind him.
"Wh-what are you..."
"Forgive me, Kiibo, I only needed your attention for a few moments. But judging by your reaction, I can assume you happen to be ticklish? Korekiyo said with his usual tone.
"No! I'm not...ticklish, you just startled me, is all!" Kiibo quickly shot back, hoping Kiyo would drop the topic.
"You do sound a bit obvious about it, but that's alright. Being ticklish is a normal thing amongst many people, and you're no exception, right?"
"I...f-fine..." Kiibo admitted, liking the idea of being more like a human being.
"Hmm...tell me, who, say...created you? If that's the appropriate word choice."
"Ah! The man who created me is called Professor Idabashi! He may not be an ultimate, but he is very talented none the less!" Kiibo spoke with pride.
"I can see what you mean...truly fascinating. If you don't mind, could you allow me to learn a bit more about your...sensitivity?"
"H-huh? You mean...no way! Th-that's embarrassing!"
"There isn't much to be embarrassed about, I'm ticklish, too. I won't cross your boundaries, of course, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. However, I've taken an interest in you, and this would be a fine opportunity to learn more about you."
"I-..."
Kiibo didn't know what to say to that. On one hand, he didn't exactly hate the idea of being tickled, and Kiyo wanted to learn! But on the other hand, that's embarrassing!
"U-uhhh, grm...alright fine! But...just make it quick!" Kiibo said, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing himself.
"Of course."
Kiyo began to scribble in and around the metal plates on Kiibo's midsection, causing him to break out in bubbly giggles.
"Ah-ahahahaha! K-kihihiyo! Ihihihit tihihickles!"
"Well, of course it would. I'm tickling you."
Kiyo, and his smart-ass responses.
He moved to scratch at the back of Kiibo's shoulder blades, where he originally tapped him to get his attention.
This caused a bigger reaction.
"WAH-...K-Kihihiyohoho! Wahahahihit!"
"Do you wish for me to stop? I will when you want me to."
"Ihihihi...Ihihihits...youhuhuhu dont hahahave tohoho..."
"As you wish"
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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year
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Wake up brain strikes again, I'm thinking this playfulness would be Ler!Sapnap and lee!George. "If you can catch me, I'll tickle you" reverse chase! The lee chases the ler around and if the ler is caught then the lee gets any kind of tickles they want
okay, FIRST of all, I just wanna say that this has been sitting in my inbox since probably the last week of november/first week of december,,,,,, and for that, i am sorry, I really wish it didn't take this long to answer, BUT. better late than never, or whatever wise people say
second of all, I went... a liiiiiitle bit overboard with this one, but I feel like the length makes uo for the wait, possibly? that's for you to decide
but THIRD of all, YES SLEEPY YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES
im thinking is something along the lines of this:
george is in a pretty severe lee mood, but he flat out Refuses to admit it, so he finds sap in the movie room and starts provoking and bothering him to try and get him to retaliate and wreck him
sap catches on pretty quickly (it doesn't take long for him to figure out, he knows george's tells like the back of his own hand, plus hes not exactly subtle) and goes "okay. I know what you want, so I'm gonna make you a deal. I'm gonna run around the house, and if you can catch me, I'll tickle you in ANY way you want. deal?" pretty much exactly like you said!!
and obviously, george denies AGGRESSIVELY at first, and his cheeks turn pink at the PROSPECT of being lee and wanting tickles, because how DARE sapnap accuse him of something like that!! he is NOT lee, he does NOT want tickles, sapnap can shut his MOUTH, thank you very much—
.....but eventually, after sap is just Staring at him in silence waiting for him to crack, he giggles a little and goes "wh- uh... you- you said any kind I want?" and sap just goes "mhm :) anything you want. does that mean you're in?" and george just nods, very slowly, and sapnap goes "awesome! seeya, slowpoke!" and skitters his nails over George's tummy before SPRINTING out of the room and leaving George to squirm and sputter out a protest and scramble to run after him as he darts out of the movie room they were sitting in
and honestly I feel like George would like... kinda get lost in the game a tiny bit? not fully, he is still Extremely hooked on the idea of getting his tickles, but it would kinda slip his mind what exactly would happen when he catches sap, simply because he gets so lost in the act of actually chasing and catching him
so, when he manages to skip the top step of the staircase and grab sapnap's arm, successfully pushing him against the doorframe of george's own bedroom, he just giggles his heart out because he won!! he caught sap!! he did it!!!
until sapnap goes "okay!! you caught me, georgie, good job!!! how do you want your tickles?" and hes just like "oh 😳 right 😳 that's what's happening....."
and he would just keep giggling in that little flustered and squeaky way he always does as he squirms where he's standing, and he's like "I, uh... I didn't really– I haven't really thought about it yet..." and sap reaches forward and puts his hands on George's waist and goes "That's okay :) I can wait :) i have time"
and george's brain nearly short circuits, and he realizes he has to actually come up with something and then actually ASK for it out loud before sap does it, because sap can't read his mind!! but eventually he's able to get out "can you– do you think– can you maybe, like..." as he tries to ask for what he wants but gets caught up in his own brain
but, to take a break from the teasing and be a lil sweetheart for a bit, i feel like sap would hug him as he stutters through his words to encourage him as well :( he pulls George in by his waist, wraps his arms around him, presses his cheek to George's collarbone, holds him close and goes "anything you want, anything my gogy asks for, okay? whatever comes to mind"
and after some more whines and stutters and broken giggles and other noises, george works up the courage he needs to say “so, y-you know that... that claw thing you do to my– uh… like, my ribs? yeah i… i-id like that" and then he follows it up with "and- and maybe also, if you want, just like... some raspberries maybe? a few, or something like that"
and sapnap would pull back from the hug, smirk at george, and suddenly drop down to his knees and push george's shirt up to blow the BIGGEST raspberry on his tummy, and george is so caught off guard that he squeals and nearly crumbles right then and there
so sap does a few more until one well-placed raspberry right above his hipbone makes him go a little limp, and then suddenly sapnap lifts him up over his shoulder and brings him over to the bed, plops him on it, and straddles him to suddenly do little jellyfish and claws scratchies on his ribs :)
and george is just so giddy and giggly and happy and squirmy and wiggly the whole time!!! because!!! this is exactly what he asked for!!! sapnap KNOWS exactly what he likes!!! it's playful its fun it tickles its GOOD!!
and his little tickly hands are shaking around, going a mile a minute, and his smile is so big and he's already breathless from the running and the raspberries and the laughter and being thrown around so much and!!!!! he's just. so HAPPY!!! and sapnap thinks he's so god damn cute too, and he just can't stop tickling, and he knows george doesn't want it to stop either, so they're both just giggling together while george squirms underneath sap and glances up at him with the biggest, sweetest, tear-filled heart eyes sapnap has ever seen in his life when he's not squeezing them shut or shaking his head through his laughter :((( he's just the cutest little angel isn't he :(
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#all of this amazing ler caleb action while im writing the subbiest caleb wver is crossing my wires
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#5
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caduceus Clay/Caleb Widogast, Caduceus Clay & Caleb Widogast, The Poly Nein - Relationship Characters: Caleb Widogast, Caduceus Clay Additional Tags: Tickling, ler!Cad, Lee!Caleb, Punishment, Injury, Injury Recovery, Caleb Widogast Needs a Hug, Caleb Widogast is a Mess, Teasing, Queerplatonic Relationships, Pinned, Wrestling, Forced Self Love, And for once I don’t mean that in the sexy way., Safewords Series: Part 3 of The Poly Nein Summary:
Caduceus shows Caleb the consequences of dodging a healing spell around people who love you.
This one’s SFW, so please enjoy it here or on AO3!
This is what happens.
They came home battered, beaten and pissed besides. The others hung around for Jester’s prayer of healing, but Caleb slipped away, too full of old wounds and grey memories to give up his new wounds quite yet. His head ached and his side pulsed painfully while he climbed the stairs. He was nearing his door when a great, heavy hand fell on his shoulder.
“Here,” a warm voice hummed from behind him, “lemme get that for you.”
“Oh Herr Clay, it’s–”
 Caleb’s sentence was choked out by a sudden sucking feeling accompanied by a sharp sound  in his chest as Caduceus’ spell took hold. 
*POP*
Caleb froze, then swayed in his tracks. Perhaps the injury had been a little worse than he thought. He turned around to thank his friend, only to see thunder in the firbolg’s eyes and freeze. He had seen Caduceus upset, annoyed and disappointed, but he wasn’t sure he’d seen him furious before. Until now, that is.
“For real?” Cad’s voice was still it’s usual low, placid cadence. He closed his eyes and pinched the top of his nose.
“Wh-”
“That was a broken rib, Caleb.”
“I was just going to bed–”
“You didn’t take a lick of healing from Jester.” He paused while Caleb floundered under a wave of embarrassment, guilt and stubbornness. “Your rib would have been the first thing to heal, since it’s the most life threatening. Unless you had a dagger through your heart I didn’t know about.”
The lie that was ready on Caleb’s tongue died there.
“I… ah… I did not know it was broken.” He finished lamely.
“That is not…” Caduceus closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, “That’s not the point, you… dammit, OK. OK, We’re gonna deal with this.”
His hand closed around the back of Caleb’s coat, and the now-healthy wizard yipped as he was lifted effortlessly off his feet. As easy as it was to forget Caduceus’ quiet anger, it was easier to forget his rarely-used strength.
Caduceus pulled Caleb into his quarters.
“Caduceus, what–”
“It was one thing when you were still too broken to function or believe anyone could care for you. But that’s not what’s happening here, right? You know better than this now.”
Caleb felt a panicked little chill run up his spine as Caduceus carried him like a suitcase.
“Caduceus, just— wait, I didn’t know–”
“Of course you didn’t. That big, stabbing pain in the side of your body, next to all the vital organs? I can see why you weren’t concerned.” He set Caleb on the oversized bed, and used a stern look to him in place.  “Take off your shirt, I want to check your other ribs.”
“Caduceus, your spell worked fine…”
The firbolg regarded him with mild astonishment. “You really gonna fight me on this?”
Caleb swallowed, and pulled his coat off, then his holsters and shirt. He sat politely and quietly on the edge of the bed, eyes downcast. Caduceus sat next to him, tugging at his arms to manipulate his torso and peer carefully at him. Eventually he let out a breath.
“It looks like the spell healed all of the physical damage.”
Caleb was just starting to relax with slumped shoulders when one large hand caught him across his chest from behind and pulled his torso across Caduceus’ lap. That gave him a chance to catch the wicked twinkle in his friend’s eye and start fighting, but it was too late at that point. He was pinned with both wrists held over his head by Caduceus’ left hand, his torso stretched over the width of the firbolg’s lap while a heavy right elbow held his hips in place.
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#4
A Lovely birthday present for @sapphicquill! A fic full of all her favorite things for my favorite person on the planet!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fjord/Caleb Widogast, The Poly Nein - Relationship Characters: Caleb Widogast, Fjord (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Tickling, Teasing, Verbal teasing, Fjord’s a charismatic fuck, and will wreck a wizard, Kink Negotiation, Praise Kink, tickle kink, critickle role, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pinned, All Tieflings Are Knismos, Begging, Communication, Dom Fjord (Critical Role), Sub Caleb Widogast, Light Dom/sub Summary:
With their tiefling lovers away visiting their people, Caleb and Fjord are left alone in the tower. Caleb has an itch. A want. No, a need. If only he could bring himself to ask for it.
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He should have just asked.
As agonizing as that would have been, Jester wouldn’t have even teased him about it. She would have smiled and opened her arms, inviting him in, and turned him into a puddle before she left. Clearly a better option than the one he was stuck in.
Molly would have teased him, sure, but his eagerness to get on with the thing would have made it short-lived, and the results would have been the same.
He might have even been able to rope both of them, if he really wanted it. Gods, did he really want it. Now they were both in Nicodranas for the week, and an unexpected call from the Cobalt Soul had emptied their home further, until it contained one unique set of marbles that rattled around in the emptiness. Caleb himself… and Fjord.
It was so rare that they were alone together, their social lives whittled away from the web of their found family to their own unique love and camaraderie. Caleb would never tell Beau about Fjord’s skipped workouts. Fjord would keep quiet about the many long nights Caleb would spend buried in books and surviving on whatever food his insistent little cats could entice him with.
They were intimate, though with the others gone they fell into the pattern of a slow, quiet midday fuck in the library rather than mind-melting tickle attacks.
As warm as their days together were, Caleb was feeling the absence of the others. Had he really become this dependent? Had he lived so long with the luxury of insightful tiefling lovers (with a crew of accomplices) that he couldn’t go more than a few days without? Evidence said yes.
Specifically, the way his nerves had ignited when Fjord poked his head into the library late that night.
“Caleb?” He waited for the wizard’s gaze, “Come to bed tonight, hm? It’s getting lonely.”
“Oh…” Caleb felt his face alight, “It’s been so late, I didn’t want to wake you…”
Fjord waved a hand with an affectionate grin. “I know. I’m not offended. I don’t care if you wake me, though. Come to bed.”
Caleb returned the smile, hoping the shiver that chased itself around his skin wasn’t visible from the doorway. “ Ja , ok. I will. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
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Caleb would swear to himself, even later, that he hadn’t meant to wake Fjord. He’d stepped into his lovers’ bedroom with every intention of creeping over to the empty side of the bed and slipping between the covers, quiet as a mouse. Unfortunately he’d left his sea legs on a ship many months before.
The gentle rocking that he’d enchanted into the bedroom combined with pitch blackness and an exhausted mind sent him tumbling into a piece of furniture— a chair?— then over it and onto the floor with a clatter. He was upright again by the time Fjord roused.
“Caleb? Are you alright?”
“Ja, just clumsy.” Caleb assured him, hurriedly putting himself into the bed and holding perfectly still. “I’m fine, go back to sleep.”
His attempt to be inconspicuous was thwarted when one arm slung itself around his middle and pulled him in to spoon with a long, even sigh. “‘Kay.”
Caleb tried to relax into Fjord’s warm embrace, until the other man’s hand started to move. One broad, smooth palm stroked his chest, stomach, side, ribcage… all in firm, gentle strokes that didn’t tickle. At all . Caleb wanted to whimper and squirm, try to catch Fjord’s fingertips against a sensitive spot and earn some little zing of sensation, but he’d already woken him once. Instead he sat very still with his skin aglow with desperation until Fjord drifted off and his hand stilled. Caleb fell asleep not long after, still wholly sensitized and half-hard.
Between basic biology and want-filled dreams, neither situation had resolved itself by morning. In fact, as it did most mornings, his skin felt more sensitive as it awakened. Caleb hadn’t opened his eyes yet when he felt the press of cool lips against the heated skin at the back of his neck, sending shivers rattling through his thin frame.
“Good morning.” Fjord’s voice was a low, sleepy rumble that made Caleb shiver for entirely different reasons.
“Morning” Caleb returned through a yawn, stretching as best he could without wriggling out of Fjord’s embrace.
He found himself suddenly sharply aware of the placement of Fjord’s hands where they were wrapped around his torso, and the restraining weight of one muscular leg thrown over his hip. Still half asleep, he bumped against the embrace with a satisfied little hum before settling his own gangly form within Fjord’s larger one.
“What are you getting up to, today?” Caleb mumbled against the pillows, still wiping sleep from his eyes.
That’s when Fjord’s embrace suddenly tightened, his arms pulling Caleb in close while his leg stopped him from curling up to press him, stretched, against the length of his companion’s form.
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#3
Deals with Fey
Fandom: Critical Role C3
Characters: Orym of the Air Ashari, Fearne Calloway
WC: 700ish
Summary: Just a short, cuddly little thing to crack the egg that is C3 for Critickle role fic! (Tickle Fic) Who knew it could get so cold in the desert?
To be fair, Orym wasn't sure the whole desert was like this. The city certainly hadn't been, but that could have been all types of magic. Here in the low, rocky mountains where they were searching for one particular cavern among hundreds, though, the air was sharp and chill.
It's why he was glad to be curled beneath Fearn's thick mink cloak, nestled against the curve of her softly furred lap and stomach.Either because she was fey or because she was Fearne, she hadn't even asked before scooping him in with her. It took a full minute for his shivers to subside.
"Thanks." He sighed when she ducked her head underneath the covers to join him.
"Oh, it's no problem. You fit so nicely. I always worry that you little ones will freeze right through in this weather, and you're a much better cuddle buddy than Letters is."
She folded her arms over him, so he rubbed his hands across her skin so they could both warm up. "Yeah, I imagine they’re pretty cold."
"Mhmm…" Fearne sighed, hugging him tighter, "there is that. But also…"
Orym choked on a startled giggle that he mercilessly smothered with one hand as Fearne hugged his shins to her chest and started to tickle his feet with nails as hard as hooves.
"Fearne!" He tried to yell enough to get his ire across but whisper enough not to alert the others. "Don't-- ha!-- don't you dare--"
Fearne just snorted at him. "Oh, I think I do dare. Tickle tickle Orym…"
He didn't get a chance to reply thanks to a concentrated attack on the ball of one foot that sent him into a fit he had to use all his strength to smother, his back arching into Fearn's thigh. Which was the point, of course. This was Fearne's special little game, ever since the first time she'd playfully picked him up under his armpits and he'd squealed. She would creep up on him in his quiet, pensive moments in a dark little corner away from the others and tickle him to pieces while he fought to stay quiet, sure that his chaotic friends would find endless amusement in sending him into hysterics. They were only mortal after all, and as Fearne liked to remind him, halfling giggles were irresistible.
Fearn hadn't played her game since this new group had formed. At least Dariax wasn't with them anymore. Orym had a feeling he could take Dorian, but shuddered at the thought of Laudna's long nails. The thought of being tickled in front of a mind reader? Unconscionable.
So he kept his hands clapped hard over his mouth and wriggled like a fish in Fearne's embrace, unable to do much else without exposing himself to the terrible cold outside their cocoon.
He endured that way for about a minute, until her fingers found his toes and he cried, muffled, into his arm "Mean! You're so-- so m--eeheeheehee-ean!"
"Aw." Fearne pouted sympathetically, "Is my little buddy too ticklish? Do you want me to stop tickling your toes?"
"Yes!" Orym cried, still muffled, tears of laughter springing to his eyes. (And a blush springing to his cheeks at the stray thought of Imogen calling out how he really felt about Fearne's little game. Unconscionable.)
"Well..." Fearne spoke softly and calmly, her voice like satin, "maybe if you tell me something about yourself that's it your name and the fact that you're from the air Ashari, I can stop tickling your feet. We're friends, I want to know more about you."
That's it? "OK!" Orym giggled, "OK! Fearne, please!"
She stopped, but didn't move her fingers one inch.
"Well?"
Orym gulped in a couple of breaths, then paused for a panicked moment as he tried to remember a single fact about himself.
"M-my mother's name was Calista and my Father's was Eutar?"
"Oh, that's very good," Fearn soothed, letting go of her grip on his ankles, "See? Sharing is good."
Orym was about to agree when her arms stretched to claw playfully at his ribcage and he was cackling into his sleeve again. The new shot of adrenaline made him spot his mistake immediately.
"Oh Orym," Fearne teased as she tickled him silly, without once touching his feet, "hasn't anyone ever taught you that you shouldn't make deals with the fey?"
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#2
Can I just take this moment to put forward my variation on Essek Thelyss while I'm too high on the newest ep to write anything else?
Yes so repressed hot boi wizards, we all love them. But there are SO MANY ways to be repressed and being touch-starved is only one kind of loneliness.
So I would like to introduce Shadow-Hoe Essek.
Essek likes sex, and drow society is pretty permissive. He likes the act, but more than that, he likes the power, the secrets, the relationships it builds. None of his partners knows of all the others, but they all know there are others.
Among the elite in any society, people get up to stuff. High society weaves a tangled web, especially when you have to account for all sorts of past lives, and Essek Thelyss is a master manipulator.
That is, until he got cocky and committed a war crime.
He fell hard for Caleb when they were working together on Veth's spell, but didn't want to make the first move because
a) his new crush comes with a big sign that says "careful, fragile"
b) he didn't want to make Caleb think his help with the spell depended on it
c) war crime guilt
So there you have it, my proposal for you all. Is he lonely? Yup. Is he emotionally repressed? Woo boy yup. But Essek Theyless likes to fuck and do kinky shit, and is happy to help when Caleb comes asking.
65 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 01:36:33 GMT
#1
A Half-rack of wizard
A little something for @sapphicquill that's both a reward and a promise! 😘
Caleb Widogast looked debauched and delectable tangled in Molly’s sheets, naked save his unbuttoned linen shirt. His skin was flushed, his hair a mess. A pool of warm, soft skin grew pinker as Molly’s gaze lingered and he loomed over the breathless wizard before him. Caleb’s hands came up between them in a beseeching pose, his head shaking back and forth with a forced, bright smile still stuck on his face.
“Molly, *hic* bitte…”
“Yes, dear?” Molly purred, baring his teeth. The wizard quivered, having just been nibbled half insane by Molly's fangs from toe to tummy.
“Don’t…” Caleb moans, his posture starting to fold around his torso, but the smile was still there and anticipatory giggles were already starting to shake his chest. Molly clacked his teeth together to make him jump. It worked. 
"Don't…?" Molly leaned in, matching the angle of Caleb's torso with his as the wizard flattened himself with a squeak. Molly planted his hands in the mattress on either side of Celab's slight frame. "Don't what, darling?"
There was a drawn out pause. Not silent, because Caleb was still hiccuping and giggling. Finally he shook his head again, eyes squeezed shut. 
"OK, well, I guess I'll assume you mean 'don't stop' then, hmm?" 
There may have been a 'nooooo' somewhere in the pleading, giggly whine that ripped out of Caleb, but it was lost on Molly. 
"If you can't say it," one of Molly's hands lifted off the mattress to wrest one thin elbow away from Caleb's chest and pin it next to his pink,  also-recently-nibbled-to-death ear, unfazed by the squeal the action wrought, "I can't imagine it's of much consequence, is it?"
Caleb was full-on laughing now, chest heaving but still too exhausted from Molly's thorough tasting to make much sound.
"Molly…" He wheezed, " I can't, mercy, please…"
Molly's seen through the desperate pleas and big wet eyes too many times to fall for it now. He leans down, menacing the bottomost rib on Caleb's exposed side with a hovering wide-mouthed grin.
"No-- Ah! Don't! No, nohahahat there!" 
"Oh? Not where? Come on, you're almost there!" 
Molly takes one tiny little nip, not enough to tickle but enough to make him panic, and it all spills out.
"No! Ribs! Pleaheeheese no no no ribs! Don't bite!"
"Say 'please don't nibble my delicious ribs, Mollymauk.'"
"Molly!"
He grinned some more, leaning down to trace the spot he'd just nipped with the tip of his nose. 
"Come on, you can do it!"
Caleb's laughter was coming out in little sobs. His eyes were squeezed shut, and Molly could all but feel him rally his strength.
"Please don't nibble my ribs MollyMAUK!" The last it came out as a shriek that tumbled into desperate, thrashing laughter as Molly started to do just that in earnest. 
"First of all," Molly murmured against a writhing wall of thin bones under pale skin, "That's not what I asked you to say, and I won't accept anything less. These are delicious ribs, you are a delicacy, and I want to eat you up. Got it?" 
Caleb's head was tossed back, silent laughter wracking his whole frame. He gave Molly a little nod all the same.
"Second, I think I will nibble your delicious ribs, because I want to and I don't think you're quite finished for the night."
Caleb wheezed when Molly backed off for a moment to look at his face, pink cheeks and all under a bird's nest of ginger hair. 
"Molly bitte, I can't! I'll do anything! Pleaheeheese!"
"Oh darling…" Molly purred, reaching out with his free hand tossed Caleb's hair away from his face. "I love hearing your laughter! You're already giving me everything I could possibly ask for!"
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The (Not So) Magic Trick
I wanted to write an April Fool's Day / pranky type of feel for a fic, and this is the first idea I thought of! It's based off of a challenge that went around on Tiktok a while back (or still going? Im not sure I don't use tiktok tbh), where the one person would ask to show the other person a "magic trick", and would stick a broom handle through the persons sleeve, over their back and then out through the other sleeve - leaving the persons arms trapped up (lee would need to be in a long sleeved shirt or hoodie though for it to work!). And essentially, all it does it render that person helpless. No idea what the real purpose is, BUT - I've seen a few more.....tkly ones...and so this seemed perfect for today! This was gonna be a shorter ficlet, but of course like everything else, I got a little carried away 🫠
George decides he wants to show Dream a certain "magic trick" for his own entertainment purposes
(lee!Dream / ler!George : 2.2K words)
“Come on, Dream- ugh, hold still! God, I’m just showing you a magic trick, you would think I was torturing you or something.” George complained with a grunt as he attempted to continue feeding the broom handle through the blonde’s left sleeve of his red Sapnap hoodie he was wearing. It should be an easy enough task for anyone to accomplish, however it was proved to be more difficult than the elder had pictured, mostly due to Dream’s constant squirming and little hops, jumping from foot to opposing foot in an last resort to try and easy the tingly feeling he got everytime George moved the pole. 
“Mhmhm! I- I’m tryihihing!” He squealed out despite trying to keep his lips together, his left foot stomping on the ground a few times when George finally was able to push the long wooden stick through to Dream’s left sleeve. He barked out another laugh, jerking to the side with a yelp as it grazed under his arm. 
“There! Finally!” George let out an exaggerated sigh, making a show of wiping the back of his hand over his forehead like he had just completed hours of heavy labor. “We could’ve had this done ages ago if you weren’t flopping around so much. You know that, right?”
Dream let out a puff of air through his bottom lip with the intent of blowing the curl away from where it had fallen over his eye, eventually flipping his head back when that didn’t work before rolling his eyes and returning his gaze towards the shorter boy who was now standing directly in front of him. “Okay! It’s not my fault, you were like, just shoving and poking a stick into me! How am I supposed to react?!” 
The younger boy could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched George’s eyes form into little crescent moons when he broke out into bright giggles, high pitched and full of glee at the quick change in color on Dream’s face. 
“Well, it’s over now, right? No need to be so whiny!” Dream sputtered out little noises as he tried to form a response to that, deciding to keep his lips pressed together in a thin line when he realized anything he could say would only come out sounding even more whiny. He watched as George clasped his hands together, pressing them against his chest as he flashed Dream his teeth with the biggest, most menacing smile he could produce. It sent chills down the blonde’s back, causing him to shiver the best he could with how restrained his arms were. “So! Are you ready to see the magic trick?” 
“I…George I, I don’t knohow…wh-what is ihit?” Dream suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable, now beginning to back up slightly while trying to pull his arms down. He was leaning over from side to side as discreetly as he could, seeing if he could get the broomstick to fall out. But to his dismay it was truly wedged within his hoodie. 
“Well I’m trying to show you, silly goose!” George poked a finger into the tummy within arms reach, earning a squeak and muffled giggle in response. Dream began to back up again but George was quick to lean forward and wrap his arms around the bigger boy’s waist, holding him in place in a tight hug. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going, idiot? Be patient! I just said I’m trying to show you!”
Despite George’s questions and constricting hold on him, Dream couldn’t help but continue to struggle, still attempting to thrash even though he couldn’t budge an inch. He cursed his flusteredness for practically zapping all his strength away, turning him into nothing but putty, allowing George to mold Dream any way he wanted. 
“O-Okahahay! If…If I let you show me, do you promise to let me out right away after?” The younger boy was practically breathless already, working himself up over the possibility of this ‘magic trick’ being a guise for something much more sinister. 
“Of course, of course! Whatever you want Dream, now come back here!” George giggled quietly as Dream finally allowed himself to be pulled back to his original position in the living room, standing in the middle of the room with the afternoon sun pouring in and highlighting every freckle on his face. The brunette was briefly mesmerized before he remembered he had a task at hand. He shook his head before placing a hand on Dream’s shoulder, doing his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to break out as the younger boy jumped at the light touch.
“Okay, now for the magic trick!” George began, turning around and walking towards the couch. He stood there for a few seconds as if looking for something before he began to move pillows around, his facial expression warping slowly from a smirk to a look of confusion. 
“What is it? Did…did you lose something?” Dream asked after a few more seconds of George looking extremely puzzled. 
“Uh, yeah. One second, I need to find something…” George looked over towards where Dream was standing, leaning his head to the side slightly as if to look past him. “Might’ve dropped it over here though, lemme see.” 
The blonde watched as George walked towards him, leaning down around Dream’s feet in search of the missing item. Dream was being as patient as he could in the compromising position he was in, idly flapping his hands up and down gently every few seconds as something to do to ease his nerves; It wasn’t working, but he tried his hardest to pretend like it did anyway. He watched as George moved forward, maneuvering his way around Dream’s legs towards the back of him. Not a second later the smaller boy disappeared from his view, seemingly continuing the search for whatever he had dropped. 
“George, what did you even drop? I’m sure we have something similar somewhe-EHEHEHE!” 
“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you over your shrieking! You’re gonna have to speak a little clearer, please!”
Dream didn’t answer the boy’s request, too busy cackling while bending forward to try and block his tummy from the tickling hands that had suddenly latched on and were squeezing like it was what they were designed to do.
“What, no comments on the magic trick?” George continued to speak to Dream as if he wasn’t currently tickling him, his tone casual and playful as his hands continued their journey around the jumping tummy below his wiggling fingers. The blonde shook his head, unable to speak with how hard his laughter was pouring out of him. George gasped in fake offense, suddenly forming his hands into claws and vibrating them into the sides of his tummy. “That’s so rude, Dream!”   
“NAHAHA G-Geohohorge! Plehehease!” He begged through his laughter, trying his hardest to both escape the elder’s grasp, but also to stay still so he didn’t accidentally clobber the menace of a tickler behind him - even if he was the source of Dream’s struggling in the first place. 
“Tell me you like my magic trick!” The Brit demanded, moving his hands to vibrate dangerously close to the dip in the middle of the younger boy’s tummy. A spot they both knew Dream couldn’t handle even on the best of days. With the sudden ambush on his tummy and the flusteredness of it all, he wouldn’t stand a chance. He began to nod his head wildly, moving it so fast George swore it might snap off if he continued to do so. 
Dream attempted to speak through his laughter but was cut off as a loud squeal was ripped from him, George’s left pointer finger now wiggling at the edges of his belly button while his right hand began to gently but quickly knead below it on his lower tummy. He was pulling at his arms more than before now, trying to yank and push them down with all his might. 
“I-IHIHI LIHIHIKE IT! I LOHOHOVE IT! P-PLEHEASE STAHAHAP!” 
When George heard the strain in Dream’s laughter, noticing the younger boy teetering backwards and forwards as his knees threatened to give way, he lightened his tickles until they came to a stop, rubbing gently over the areas he had just abused with no mercy. He could see the blush dusting the tops of Dream’s ears bright red, almost letting out an audible coo at the sight. 
“Don’t worry, I’m done, I promise.” George leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist again, bringing his cheek to rest on Dream’s shoulder blade as he cuddled him in close. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the scent of the blonde’s perfume and taking in the last of the giggles. He gently loosened his grasp on the younger boy, rubbing a soothing hand on his back before walking back in front of Dream, noting how his cheeks matched the shade of his ears perfectly.
“Thahat- that wasn’t a mahahagic trick, idiot!” Dream whined through his giggles as George began to remove the broomstick, the brunette chuckling when Dream squirmed with another whine-laced giggle. 
“Okay, it might not be magic, but it definitely was a trick,” The elder snickered as he smirked up at Dream before turning on his heel, walking to the kitchen to put the broom back on its hook. He turned back towards Dream as he made his way back into the living room before plopping himself down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him to signal that he wanted the boy to come sit with him. “You were definitely tricked.”
Dream rolled his eyes with a groan as he rotated his shoulders in calming circles, making sure to stretch out any tightness he may have from the restricting predicament he had found himself in. He moved his arms around one last time before he let out a relaxed sigh, stepping forward until he reached the couch, promptly falling back into it and practically crushing George.
“Hey! Watch it!” The elder complained, pushing at Dream as he dropped his head against George’s shoulder.
“If I were you, I’d be the one watching it,” Dream spoke through a big yawn, bringing the heels of his hands to rub into his eyes until he saw the familiar kaleidoscope of colors splashing behind his eyelids whenever he pushed hard enough. “You can guarantee I’m gonna show you a ‘magic trick’ too, and this one won’t be so funny.” 
A small smile formed on Dream’s face as he could feel George swallow thickly, clearly flustered by the possibilities that he could be put in. The elder allowed Dream to drift off into a deep afternoon nap before slowly and carefully removing himself from beneath the blonde, immediately making a beeline for his room. He couldn’t take the chance of waking Dream any time soon if he wanted to survive the day. When he reached his room, he quickly closed the door behind him, locking it in the process before flopping onto his bed and crawling under the covers. 
A few hours later he woke up to a knocking on his door, head shooting up with a deep intake of breath as he processed what was happening. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he was never one to deny himself of the much needed rest. 
“Wh- ahem- Who is it?” George called, clearing his throat as he spoke. As he was waking up, the events from earlier in the day replayed in his mind, suddenly sending a wave of nervous giddyness throughout his entire body. 
“Me, I just have a question.” He relaxed as he heard the youngest boy’s voice, getting up to open the door for Sapnap. The second the latch to the lock was turned, the door suddenly flung open, Sapnap piling in and tackling George to the ground. 
“What- Sapnap?! Get off me!” George squirmed under his grasp, only registering what was happening when he saw movement from behind the smaller boy who was straddling his waist, his hands gripping George’s wrists and holding them down. The color drained from his face as he realized that it was none other than the man he had tormented. “Wh- D-Dream?” 
“That’s right baby,” Dream smirked as he kneeled down beside George, leaning in close to his face. “And I do believe Sapnap asked you a question, didn’t he?” 
George nodded his head, his ability to speak having disappeared the second he saw the blonde curls appear in his doorway. 
“Go ahead, Sap.” 
“I’ll repeat myself, but just this once. We have a question for you!” Sapnap squeezed George’s wrists lightly to get his attention, continuing only when the brown eyes were focused on him. Dream and the curly haired brunette exchanged knowing looks, wearing matching smirks as they turned their attention back on the captured boy below them.
“...Hm?” George was practically buzzing with anticipation, not liking the direction this was headed but having no choice to participate anyway. When Sapnap finally asked, George realized his fate. He had absolutely no choice in the matter, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin when Sapnap continued.
“So George…do you wanna see a magic trick?”
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I have a prompt idea!
Lee!peter1 Ler!peter3
Since summer is almost over, i was thinking, both Spidey's are in the pool, peter 1 is either chilling on a lawn chair or just kinda has his feet dangling in the water, and Peter 3 is not gonna miss the opportunity to get him!
"Come on Pete, you haven't even got in the water..."
Im thinking Peter 1 just wants to have a chill day and Peter 3 is not having it😂
Lee!peter1 ler!peter3
(Okay, this one has been in my drafts for a while and I have been dying to work on it! I hope you enjoy this Anon! Have a good night ❤️)
"Come on Pete, you haven't even got in the water."
"No thanks, I'm happy here."
Peter 3 pulled himself up so he could sit on the edge of the pool. "But you've been sitting there the whole time! Aren't you bored?"
One stretched. "Not really."
"Come on," Three whined as he made his way over to his younger brother. "I'm bored and need someone to play with."
"I don't want to!"
Three pouted. Since it was the last week of summer, Peter 3 and 1 had gone to the nearby community pool. They wanted one last day to enjoy the pool, and after almost 20 minutes with no one else had arriving. Three and One were able to have the local pool to themselves.
This was why Three was desperate to get his younger brother in the pool, but he chose to sit on the sidelines.
"Three."
"Yes?"
One looked down at his shirt. "You're dripping water on me."
Three noticed the spots of water on One's shirt. "Oh, sorry---."
He had an idea on how to have some fun with his brother. Instead of stepping back, he stepped even closer. "I was trying to cool you off. You looked like you were roasting over here."
Peter 1 gently pushed against his brother. "But I'm not."
"Well have you made sure?" Three asked as he playfully grabbed his brother's arms.
"Hey!"
"Have you applied your sunscreen?"
"Yes."
"Odd." Three knealt down next to his brother. "I don't remember you applying it."
"But I did!" One whined.
"Well as your older brother, it is my job to make sure you don't get sun burn. So why don't I double check?"
One's eyes widened as he watched his older brother quickly squirt some sunscreen into his hands and reach toward his face. "What are you doiEEEEEEH!"
Three started applying the sunscreen to One's neck and ears. "Making sure you stay safe."
"IHI WAHAS!"
"Oh yeah?" Three teased as he moved to One's collar bone. "Then how come I don't remember?"
One squealed and kicked. "THREEEEEEEE!"
Three chuckled as he applied more sunscreen to his fingers and then to One's arm. "Ihm trying to help you buhud."
"YohOUre torTURing meHE!"
"No I'm not." Three wiggled a few fingers into the youngest's armpit for good measure.
Peter 1 cackled and snorted before Three finally moved on.
"And now onto the next part." Peter 3 commented as he lifted the youngest shirt.
One jumped. "Wha---Hehey! Ihim wehearihing a shihirt!"
"It can still cause a sunburn if it moves," Three teased. "We have to be careful."
One's laughter became high pitched the moment Three's fingers started applying sunscreen to his stomach and sides. "NAAAAAAAAHAHA! JEHERK!"
"Ahare yohou gohoing to apply it on your ohown next time?"
"IHI DIHID!"
Three playfully clucked his tongue and moved up to his ribs. "Still lying are we?"
"NOHO!"
"Hmmm . . . My older brother instinct is telling me otherwise."
"NAHAHA THREHEHE!"
Three gently rolled the youngest on to his side so he could reach his back. "But I can't forget here."
"Oho noho!"
Three started with One's lower back and began moving upwards. His lower back was fine, but his shoulder blades were killer!
The youngest squirmed and squealed as Three made sure to cover ever inch of his shoulder blades.
"Aww, another spot you and Two have in common."
"SHUHUHUSH!"
The middle brother chuckled at the wiggling mess that was his little brother. "Yohou're going toho fall ouhut of the chahair."
"THREHEHE! MEHERCY!"
"Alright, alright." Peter 3 rolled the youngest back over. "Oh! Almost forgot."
"Wh-what?"
The middle brother moved to rub some sunscreen into the littlest face, making sure to lather it up on his nose.
Peter 1 whined. "Duhude!"
"There!" Three teased. "Now you can be a lifeguard on duty."
The youngest pouted.
"An adorable lifeguard," Three teased.
The littlest growled.
The middle brother stood. "An angy liweguawd."
Peter 1 smirked. He was having fun and knew Peter 3 was just fishing for attention . . . so he decided to give him some. One stood and charged his older brother.
"What the-AHH!"
With one good tackle, both brothers went tumbling into the water then enganging in an all out splashing war.
Needless to say, both younger brothers got completely soaked that day.
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