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hi strawberry!! hope ur having a good day!! i absolutely loved ur headcanons for the main 4! they are soo cute i literally re-read them all the time 😭💗💗 do you by chance have any headcanons for butters?? <3
AAAA!!! more headcannons!!! makes my heart happy!!
cute little fun fact about me before we start- im a very indecisive person! basically meaning ive never really been able to choose a favorite character in South Park- i have way too many-
but i LOVE butters with all my heart! he’s a little guy and i wanna squish his cheeks! so of COURSE i have headcannons for him!! thank you for the ask toast <3
i hope you guys like them!
— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️
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Butters!
HE’S SO TICKLISH
i am so certain he is just a ball of ticklishness!
i don’t know if he’s more ticklish than kyle though!
if anything- i think they’re tied!
has the cutest laugh ever ever ever!
his laugh 100% causes cuteness aggression
(i think someone intends to tickle him for only a minute- they hear his laugh- and they literally cannot stop. HE’S TOO CUTE!)
he’s a wiggly worm!
he leans into being tickled by accident- little silly guy <33
(he’ll lean one way to avoid it just to lean into the other side by accident!)
HE HAS A TICKLISH TUMMY!
im so normal about this you guys!!!!
(butters is a human version of the pillsbury dough boy!!!)
his worst spot is his stomach!! but his armpits are pretty bad too!
HE ALSO HAS TICKLISH HANDS
like- they’re not superrrrr ticklish- but they’re ticklish!!
he learned to do his own nails for that exact reason!
(yes!!! butters likes to have painted nails sometimes!!! let him have it!!!)
he has a little hello kitty sticker on his index nail! he’s classy! he’s stylish! he’s chic!
he really likes being tickled!!
(he’s touch starved :((( )
i think he could ask to be tickled for the longest time
could being past tense!!! because- poor little guy figured out that not everyone likes being tickled!
he totally thought everyone liked it as much as he did
( [f]artman burst that bubble real quick :( )
so now he’s a little bit more shy about it!
but there are certain people that are already well aware- so they give him his fill to cheer him up <3
he makes a lot of noises- squeals, squeaks, hiccups, you name it!!
gah he is SO CUTE :(((
teasing is SO effective he can’t handle it
if you wiggle your fingers at him it’s over!!!
he already starts giggling!!
(and i means GIGGLING giggling! you’re practically already tickling him!)
he curls up like a little hedgehog!!
i also imagine he cries when he laughs too hard- and it makes his lers feel SO BAD because they think he’s actually crying
he somehow becomes even more southern when getting tickled
his faint little twang gets amplified by a billion!!
HE COVERS HIS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS!!!
i hate to say it- but i feel like mr. stotch (i hate him >:( ) has made butters practically hate his own laugh
he apologizes sometimes while laughing :(((
BUT HIS LERS ARE SO DEDICATED TO MAKE SURE HE KNOWS HOW CUTE HIS LAUGH IS
he takes teases SO literally!!
“awww, does that tickle?” “yehehehes!!! a lohohot!!”
(i always think back to wendy’s “are you just an asshole?” line!!! this HAS to be canon!!)
raspberries are SO bad for him!
and the poor thing falls for it every! time!
“hey, you know what my favorite fruit is?” “ohohoh chrihihistmas- i knohohow yohou’ve tohohold me behehefore!! im sohohorry-i dohont rehehemember! …ahahapples?”
he is also very aware that tickling is the first resort when i comes to getting him to do something
“no! i won’t! ….oh hamburgers- you’re gonna tickle me, aren’t ya’? please don’t! im sorry fellas, really-!”
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS :(((
and he’s such a sweet ler too!!
that’s not to say he doesn’t go all out- he definitely does!!!
but he constantly checks in! makes sure he isn’t crossing any boundaries!
surprisingly, he’s super duper teasy
“Awww! You’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!” (thing pronounced thang!!! southern bell!!)
tickles are always his go to for anything
(sometimes he looks for excuses to tickle people- just to hear their laughs!!)
he randomly pokes at people! just for funnzies!
especially Kenny- poor Kenny gets poked way too much
(butters totally does the thing where he pokes and quickly looks away, as if he isn’t the only one standing next to kenny who could’ve done it)
he has a BLAST- whether he’s a Lee or a Ler!!!
hes such a good sport about it he’s so sweet :((
“that was fun!!!”
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Professor Chaos!
oh no!!! who’s this evil, totally unrelated, fiend who’s invaded my butters headcannons??
well- i guess since he’s here! we might as well!
very ticklish!!! it really works against him!
he has a little maniacal laugh that he tries to keep up while being tickled
(but that only works for like- 5 minutes! then he’s all giggles and squeals!)
his minions tickle him from time to time!!
of course- completely on accident!
(or maybe those hamsters ARE evil?!)
but he just giggles a little, catches them, and puts them back in their little balls!
getting captured by Racoon & Friends/Freedom Pals is very common!
he tries to act all macho and evil
(it never works!! doesn’t even last five seconds!)
it’s the same song and dance every single time!
“mwhahaha! you really think you can get me, Professor Chaos, to tell you where I’m conducting my next evil scheme? you are wrong!” “…” “oh! u-uh- you think you can resort to c-childish antics, huh? w-well! i-im not ticklish! s-so, yeah!!”
hes very dedicated to his character!!
he does this little silly thing where…sometimes…he forgets what info he’s supposed to confess
sometimes he gets lucky!
(mysterion or toolshed quickly whisper in his ear what hes supposed to say- and he goes along with it!)
but sometimes…he gets stuck with Racoon & Friends
(they don’t care if he can remember or not- they just tickle him until he remembers again)
BUT HE ALWAYS GETS THEM BACK!
this evil evil guy is the most evil evil ler in South Park!!
(ooooooo! scary!)
professor chaos’ super evil super effective interrogation!
(he calls it “Interronation”!)
wether it’s because he physically can’t pronounce it or that he’s just clueless is for you to decide! it’s both!
tickling is his only resort. if it doesn’t work?
…well- that’s never happened before- so he doesn’t have a backup plan!
but he goes ALL OUT
he has feathers, he has hairbrushes, he has a pair of The Racoon’s claws (he stole them >:D) anything that you think could be used to tickle a person- HE HAS IT!
he keeps it all in a little teal lunchbox (it has cute little stars!!!) that he got from his mom
(sure, he doesn’t use it for lunch, but it’s getting used!!)
but strawberry!! isnt it impractical to have to carry around a lunchbox?
yes! yes it is!
that’s why he also has a cute little tool belt with little slots to put everything in!
it’s made out of tinfoil! (he made it himself <3)
and he has spares in the back of his closet!! jusssst in case!
he teases a BUNCH
“i think someone’s gonna have to give up soon…you seem really ticklish here…”
he says the word “tickle” and all its many variations millions and billions of times
mostly because it’s super effective!!
(but also because he thinks it’s a fun word to say!!)
he also sings a little while he does- he’s silly!!
“🎶 i think someone’s ticklish! 🎶”
he makes every single time a new experience
(like, he starts every time brand new- as if he’s “discovering” each spot for the first time all over again!)
but, despite the fact that he’s an evil evil guy (ive mentioned he’s evil right?) he’s still super sweet
he stops every now and then, does a quick check in!
thats some of the only times you’ll see him break character- it’s so cute
“…ya’ good, Kenny?” “whahat?” “are you okay? can ya’ breathe-? do ya’ need water?” “…uhuh…nohoho?” “and what about here? is it okay that im tickling you here?” “uh…yehehah?” “oh! oh goodie! …round two!”
and he has waters on hand!! he buys the jumbo packs!
(you know? the little mini water bottles with the little motivational quotes on them? those little ones!)
the little evil guy doesn’t really have the heart to hurt anyone- he just likes hearing his friends laugh!!!
deep down he knows they’re gonna get him back a million times worse but it’s all in good fun! so he doesn’t mind!
all is fair in love and superhero civil war!
#south park tickles#strawberry hcs#lee butters#ler butters#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK TOAST IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG🥹#butters is so adorable 🥹 i love this little guy#he deserves so much!!!! he deserves to giggle and laugh and be all cute!!!#please matt and trey? pretty please? with a cherry on top?
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HI can you draw . lee professor chaos ler mysterion maybe . or just lee butters n ler kenny RAGHH THANX !
I like drawing them in their costumes :3
here’s Ler mysterion and Lee chaos !!
#your asks#south park tickles#tickle art#south park tickle#ler!kenny#ler!mysterion#lee!butters#lee!chaos
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hi!! it’s lee kenny anon again, tysm for your sweet reply to my message!! you’re so kind 😭💗 i thought i’ll leave a request for when requests open back up again, if that’s okay!! sorry if this is too much 😭
maybe kenny is trying to cheer up butters, and they end up breaking out into a tickle fight! they sound like they would be so cute together!! can be shippy or non shippy, whichever you prefer! i personally love bunny but i’m fine either way <33
tysm for reading, please feel free to take all the time you need! or feel free to change any part of this or just reject this, no worries!! thank you!! 💗💗
Sorry this is late guys, I've been a little busy! I hope you like this :0
WARNINGS: None! Just tickles :) they are 9 years old in this!!
He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses (Lee Butters/Ler Kenny)
Butters is having second thoughts about his appearance and how he feels about dressing up as Marjorine. Kenny cheers him up a little :)
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"Hey Butterms!" Kenny McCormick stepped through Butters's bedroom door without knocking. They had grown close enough to where they could step into each other's homes and share each other's privacy. According to Cartman, they were best friends after all.
Kenny walked in on Butters at a bad time, however. Butters sat on his bed hugging a stuffed animal while wiping at his face. Kenny cocked his head in curiosity. The curtains were shuttered closed and his room was a bit untidy. It seemed Butters didn't hear Kenny walking into his room.
"Butterms? Youm omkay?" Kenny called out. Butters head whipped to the right as he cleaned his face up immediately. He sniffled as he put on a friendly smile, despite his pink narrowed eyes.
"O-Oh! Hiya Ken! I uh- I-I'm just listening to Taylor Swift again! You know she always gets me." Butters held up his phone, but no song seemed to be playing. Kenny didn't respond as he simply watched Butters fidget with his hands.
"Ahem- So! What do you wanna do? We can color, we-we can play trucks!" Butters suggested. Kenny walked up to the bed and put a supportive hand on Butters knee.
"Youm omkay Butterms? Youm can tell me anything." Kenny said. Butters turned his gaze down, his happy facade fading. He started to fidget with his hands.
"W-Well...I don't quite know how to say this..." Kenny waited patiently while Butters mustered up his courage. Butters knew he could share anything with Kenny, but how much was anything?
"Um, r-remember when I dressed up as Marjorine that one time? To go to the girl's sleepover?" Butters asked. Kenny nodded thoughtfully. Butters fidgeting seemed to get worse.
"Well, I-I've been thinking...um...I've been having thoughts about putting the Marjorine clothes on, just for myself, you know? When I was at the sleepover...it was the first time I felt confident in myself." Butters looked down at his hands, refusing to look at Kenny. Kenny moved his hand from Butters knee and placed it on his shoulder.
"Wellm, whym don't youm wearm them?" Kenny asked innocently. Butters' eyes turned to Kenny filled with fear.
"No! I-I couldn't! M-My Dad would find out right away and ground the heck out of me! I can't have that Kenny!" Kenny slid his hand up and down Butters back to calm him down. Butters took a breath and held his neck to ground himself.
"It's omkay Butters, tamke it eamsy." Kenny encouraged. Butters looked to Kenny, searching his eyes for any form of judgment. When he couldn't find anything, he cast his gaze back down.
"I just...oh hamburgers. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about girl's clothes, I mean, I'm a boy! But...I keep thinking about how I felt when I had them on and...and I felt something I've never felt before. I feel like I was meant to wear them, but-but I know it's wrong!" Butters exclaimed. Kenny felt his heart tug. Butters should be able to wear whatever he wanted if it made him happy.
"Butterms, youm shoumld be amble to wearm whatemver youm wamnt. It's yourm hamppiness. If it mamkes youm hamppy, youm shoulmd be allowed to wearm it." Kenny explained behind his hood. Butters interlaced his fingers tightly as he looked up to Kenny.
"But Kenny I can't. They're girls' clothes! What if it changes me into a different person? And my parents will find out! Oh, Jesus-" Butters held his face in his hands. Kenny didn't know what to do. Butters seemed distraught, he could use a pick-me-up. A lightbulb dimmed above Kenny's head.
"Wellm, I donm't thimnk you'll turn imnto a differement permson, Butterms. No mamtter what youm demcide to wearm, you'll stillm be the same permson. Youm'll stillm be kind, and friendmly-" Butters wasn't looking at Kenny, like he wasn't believing him at all. Kenny took his hands and started scritching Butters' side gently. Butters side bent inward as he started giggling softly.
"And youm'll stillm be timcklish!~ No mamtter what clomthes youm hamve on, youm'll stillm be sooomm timcklish~" Kenny's hands traveled up and into Butters ribs as Butters started retreating into his pillows. Butters eyes narrowed as he lightly giggled.
"K-Kehehenny! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Kenny smiled behind his hood as Butters snickered and lightly pushed at his hands.
"M'yeah Butterms, thamt's the poinmt. Youm thimnk no mamtter what clomthes youm wearm, youm're gomnna run away from beimng this timcklish?" Kenny scribbled over Butters' tummy, which made Butters squeak and curl into a ball. Butters' knees kicked up into his chest, with Kenny's hands still folded into his tummy.
"I-hehehehee! I dohohon't knohohow! Ohohoho Christmahahas!" Kenny took the opportunity to scribble his fingers over Butters' upturned side. Butters laughed gleefully as he turned fully onto the attacked side to try and hide it, but Kenny took his other hand to scribble the opposite upturned side.
"And you'rme vermy funnmy, and smart, and remliable! You'rme a goomd frienmd, and emveryone likes youm! Thamt's not gonnma chamnge." Kenny explained to a giggling Butters. Butters hair fell into his eyes as he tried using his elbows to cover his sides. Kenny lightly dug into both Butters' sides simultaneously. Butters' eyes crinkled as he belted out heavier laughter. Kenny was trying to keep it light, but Butters was super sensitive.
"Teehehehehee! Kehehehen!" Kenny heard pleading in Butters voice. His fingers stilled for a moment, giving Butters a moment to breathe. Giggles petered from Butters lips as he came down from the tickles. "Hehe- hehehe- K-Kenny don't-" Butters felt Kenny's fingers on his sides still. He twitched to the left. "-stohop!"
Kenny grinned evilly as he raised his fingers above Butters' face and started wiggling them slowly. Butters started squirming and covering himself while Kenny started lowering his hands.
"Domn't stomp? Is thamt whamt youm saimd, Butterms?~ I didnm't knowm youm limked it som much~" Butters had a panicked smile as he tried scooting everywhere that Kenny's hands weren't, but Kenny was quick to track him.
"Nohoho Kennehehey! Nohoho no no! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!" Butters laughed as he could already feel Kenny's fingers wiggling in his sides as they wriggled above his eyes. Kenny teased Butters by dropping his hands suddenly on Butters tummy without actually tickling. Butters jolted as Kenny quickly brought his hands back up. It made Butters laugh out earnestly.
"Gehehe-HEHE! Kenny- Kehehen STOHOP! Oh hahamburgers-" Kenny faked out Butters a few more times before his hands really did go in for the kill and started scribbling all over his tummy. The anticipation made Butters whole body tingle, which in turn made him more sensitive to Kenny's touch.
"Youm beliemve me yet Butterms? I'll keep it ump umntil youm dom..." Butters nodded immediately at Kenny's question, small tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes. Kenny slowly let up on his tickles and let Kenny recover.
Butters sat up slowly, the giggles petering out of his system. "Ahehee...oh jeez. I guess I had that coming, huh? Serves me right for being such a sourpuss." Butters held his hands together when Kenny reached forward and held Butters hands. Butters looked up into Kenny's eyes.
"Butterms...wearm what makes youm hamppy. Youm demserve to wearm what youm feel comfortable in. No mamtter what clomthing it is." Kenny reassured. Butters still didn't look convinced.
"But what if my parents find out, Ken? I can't go to school dressed as Marjorine consistently, they'll find out for sure!" By 'they' he meant his parents of course. Kenny wished they would leave the poor kid alone.
"Mmm, what if youm worme the clomthes in yourm room? So they wonm't finmd out and youm'll feelm goomd?" Butters had a questioning face on as he thought about it sincerely. It slowly dawned on him. Kenny watched as Butters face grew brighter and brighter as he realized.
"Oh- Oh Kenny you genius! I can wear the Marjorine clothes in my bedroom and-and they'll never find out! Oh, golly! I'll go try them on now!" Butters raced for his closet and slid the door closed behind him. Kenny waited on the bed silently, swinging his feet while singing a tune in his head.
After a few moments, Butters called out. "Okay Ken! You ready to see?" Kenny looked up from his legs and made an affirmative sound.
Marjorine came out of her closet, smoothing out her dress and brushing her hair out of her face. She applied light makeup and brushed her wig, with two braids on either side of her face and bows pleating the braids. Her eyes were light with complimenting blue eyeshadow and blushing cheeks. Her dress was a light blue with a poofy skirt and trailing ribbons. The dim room seemed to brighten with her presence.
"Well? Wh-what do you think?" Marjorine asked, her hands fidgeting as she waited for an answer. Kenny took her whole image in, and felt his whole face burn up.
Kenny jumped off the bed and removed his hood, to reveal his blushing face and star-lit eyes to her.
"You look gorgeous, Marjorine."
#south park#south park tickles#ler kenny#kenny mccormick#lee butters#butters stotch#marjorine#tickle fic
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Prom Dress
read my random hcs here! (i promise it will make more sense lol)
my own prom was two weeks ago and so i was inspired to write this and i s2g when i started this i did not ship bunny but these mfs grew on me like a fungus
if you have any ideas for any drabbles send me an ask!
word count: 1614
pairing: Lee!Butters/Ler!Kenny
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Butters really liked Kenny. They’d been friends since they were little but had become especially closer in their teens, with Kenny opening up about being transgender and Butters confiding in her about his less-than-stellar parents. On top of that, Kenny was the kindest person Butters knew, and she always supported him. She was funny, easy to get along with, and made Butters feel important, like he mattered. Honestly, he liked her a little more than as a friend but was too shy to say anything.
So, he really liked her and liked hanging out with her and spending time with her…
But.
Senior prom was coming up and everybody had been talking about it for weeks, even the least interested people had been drawn into the endless conversation. (Craig’s contributions to the discussion had been limited to “No.” and “I don’t know.” but at least he’d said something.)
Everyone had their own drama regarding the prom. It would be the first prom where Stan wouldn’t be going with Wendy, as the two had broken up for ‘the last time’ two months prior. Kyle was attending with a date (for once), a boy from North Park who he’d met through basketball. Cartman also had someone to bring, his long-distance girlfriend who was traveling to South Park from Canada (mainly to prove she existed). For Kenny, this was her first prom where she would be openly going as a girl, with Butters as her platonic date. This was a big deal, obviously, and with prom just a week away she was in full panic over what she was going to wear. Her panic had started on Wednesday morning-
“Oh, shit.”
“Huh?”
“Shiiit.”
“Oh, what’s wrong, Ken?”
“I just realized- I’ll need a fucking dress.”
“What for?”
“Prom!”
-And now on Friday she was still stressing out. She had scrounged up enough money to buy a dress from their local Goodwill. Now, she had narrowed it down to two options. A burnt orange gown with a bardot neckline, or a tight black bodycon with a long slit up the thigh. She had the body to fill them out, with a combination of exercise, padding, (estrogen that she’d bought online,) and luck she had a petite, feminine frame. Now she just had to choose which dress to wear.
“I just don’t know,” She was saying, swiping back and forth between the pictures on her phone, “The black dress is cool, but is it too edgy? And I dunno what accessories I would wear with it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket and started rummaging in her closet, “I like the orange one, but it could be too much… although these shoes would go perfectly…”
Kenny had been going on like this for nearly an hour now, and while Butters had tried his absolute best to stay engaged, from going to the store with her earlier to now helping her make the final decision, his attention was drifting. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it.
eric✨: im board wanna play cod
butters: i can’t! im helping kenny pick her prom dress :(
eric✨: jfc is she still going on abt that
eric✨: she rlly is a girl
butters: of course she is! she’s the nicest, prettiest girl in the world <3
eric✨: dude
eric✨: gay
butters: shhh •////•
eric✨: wanna play l8r
butters: okay!! :D
“Hey! Did I lose ya?” Kenny said, suddenly appearing in front of him.
“Ah! Sorry Ken, got a lil’ distracted, hehe.” He said, throwing his phone to the side and smiling up at her innocently.
Kenny squinted at him for a minute and Butters squirmed under her stare. She was extremely pretty. Long blonde hair plaited into twin braids, smooth tan skin, and bright blue eyes, as bright as Butter’s glass one. She was dressed casually, with her oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, and was watching Butters with a mischievous smile.
“It’s okay,” She said, “Maybe I need to take a break and come back to it. And, I think I know something that'll catch your interest.”
Butters sat up straighter, excited. “And what would that be?”
She grinned at his eagerness and lifted her hands to show him her nails. Kenny had bought false nails at the drugstore and was planning on wearing them before prom so she could get used to the feeling. They were long and black, except for the ring fingers, which were orange
Butters gasped, “They’re so pretty! And they’ll match whatever dress you choose.”
“I know right, I’m so fuckin’ smart.” She trailed off, “Do you know what else they're good for?”
Butters hummed, thinking. “Peelin’ off stickers? Untyin’ knots? Oh! Makin’ clicky sounds when you tap on your phone!”
“Noho,” She giggled, “This.”
She put her hand on Butters’s chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then straddled his legs. He felt his face get hot at their proximity and also began to squirm in anticipation. Butters liked many things about hanging out with Kenny, and this was one of his favorites.
She gave him that Cheshire grin, then pushed up his Hello Kitty t-shirt and gently traced one nail down his chest, towards his belly button.
“Wait! Kehehehen!” He giggled, wiggling in place.
“Whaaat?” She teased, dragging the tips of her nails down his sides and scratching them in small circles.
“Ahahaw jehehehehez,” He squeaked, “Thahahat’s reheheahahally tihihickly!”
“You’re so fucking ticklish. It’s adorable.” Kenny teased. She rested her nails on the sides of his ribs, then quickly swiped down to his hips and back up again.
“Kehehennyhy! Pleheheahasehe, ihihit tihihicklehes sohohoho bahahahad!” He giggled, bunching his hands in his shirt and wiggling in place. His faux complaints were part of the game, to spare him some embarrassment.
“You say that, but you aren’t moving, or pushing me away, or saying stop, or-“
“Hehehe! Yohohohuhuhu knohohow why!” It didn’t really work.
She hummed, lightly pinching Butter’s ribs, “Do I? Maybe I forgot.”
“Kehehen,” He whined, “Yohohouhur behehihin’ mehehahan.”
“You’re right,” Kenny said, “I know you love being tickled so fuckin’ much.”
She then started to gently spider her fingers over his stomach.
“Nohohohohot thehehe behehelly!” He laughed.
“Why not?” Kenny said, then leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Is your tummy too ticklish?”
Butters squealed, his face burning as he leaned forward to press his face into Kenny’s neck. His hands came to grip her waist as he giggled helplessly while her nails gently wiggled all over his body. He sat up even more, giggling into Kenny as her hands came around to skim over his back, making him arch into her.
“Ehehehe! Ihi dihihidn’t ehevehen knohohow my bahahack wahahas tihihicklihihsh!” He said, his arms wrapping around Kenny, hugging her while she tickled his back. Her hands began to crawl higher and higher until they brushed his shoulder blades and his long-forgotten flight or fight instincts rewoke as Butters flipped her onto the bed and grabbed her arms, pinning her down.
They both panted for a second, breathless for different reasons. While Kenny often played with him, Butters never took charge or fought back.
“S-sorry, Kenny.” He stuttered, his face burning. Kenny was still staring at him, her mouth agape. He let go of her hands and shuffled back a bit, ready to get off her. Instead, she sat up and took his face in her hands.
“...Kendall?” He said, flustered beyond belief. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before.
“I-I just realized that I like you. Like right now, holy fucking shit.”
Now it was Butters’s turn to gape.
“You- what?” He said, brain struggling to comprehend her words.
“I like you. Romantically. Fuck! I mean, of course, I like you, it’s fucking obvious. I like being around you and you make me laugh and when I see you with other people I get jealous and I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since we became close and I think you’re wonderful and kind and beautiful and oh my fucking God, I might actually be in-” She cut herself off, staring at him.
He blinked. Turned to his brain, which hummed like static, and shrugged back at him. He blinked again. Suddenly, it seemed like there was only one thing to do.
He leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips touched. It was the chaste kiss to end all chaste kisses, barely a brush of skin, but he felt a deep warmth that started at his mouth and spread throughout his whole body.
There was a beat, then Kenny pulled his face back in and kissed him properly. He made a little noise of surprise, tilting his head to press them closer together. His hands slid up her back, fisting into her hoodie as she moved against him, his stomach swooping when she softly bit his lip. He had never felt so right.
They kissed till they were laying down, breathless, and pressed against each other.
“So…” Butters said, never one to let even a comfortable silence sit.
“So,” Kenny replied, scratching her nails through his hair.
“Did you decide which dress you were gonna wear?” He asked, making her laugh.
“Yeheah, I think I did.”
Butters sat up, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.
“Then let's go get it!” He said, springing off the bed.
Kenny laughed again, then followed him up, kissing him softly.
“Let’s.”
On the way to the door, Butters remembered his phone and grabbed it, opening his and Eric’s messages.
butters: cant play later anymore ;)
eric✨: r u and kenny gonna have gay sex
butters: … :)
eric✨: BUTTERS????
eric✨: YOU DOG
eric✨: BUTTERS I S2G MSSG ME BNACK
eric✨: PEICE OF SHIT
eric✨: BUTTERS
#lee!butters#ler!kenny#south park tickles#trick dont mention craig in a fic challege#FR im actuallty pleased w this one#i cant believe i wrote actual fanfiction in between the tickles
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~ Stop bullying me😠😭 ~
(butter-ler)
haha, great recommendation but I'd have to decline!
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Day 24: Pinned
A 7 Fluffy Balls of Joy Fanfic
Chase is exhausted after mowing the lawn, and ends up getting pinned by the mother dog, Matilda. And Jackie, like the rascal he is, takes advantage of this hilarious situation.
Chase was sleeping on the couch, tired from mowing both the front and the back lawn. Even though he had changed clothes, Chase still felt sweaty and gross. The man had flopped onto the couch, completely wiped out from dragging the mower around. Before he realized it…Chase had fallen asleep on the couch.
But his heavy sleep was soon interrupted by about 56 pounds of fluff on his back. Chase grunted as he felt the large dog lay herself down flat onto his back, essentially pinning him to the couch. Chase lifted his head up, and attempted to look behind him. But all he got was a whiff of icky dog breath as a result. His face scrunched up in disgust, regretting trying to see the dog behind him. But…the smell helped him figure out which dog this was.
It was Matilda, and apparently she felt the need to cuddle on top of her owner’s back. Chase attempted to wiggle himself around, but found he could only move an inch or two. “M-Matilda?” Chase called, attempting to move again. “Hello?” Chase called. “Get off me! You’re heavy.” Chase ordered.
Jackie looked over at Chase with surprise, before bursting out laughing at the scene. Matilda had plopped herself onto Chase’s back, with her face facing the back of Chase’s head! “Wohohohow! Don’t mind if I…” Jackie pulled out his phone and started taking pictures to send to the [Egos] group chat. He giggled and watched as several of the egos started replying to the pictures.
Dr. Schneep:
[liebenswert! (adorable!)]
Marvin:
[Awwww! Good doggo!]
J. Jackson:
[The dog mom has a new human puppy. :3]
Marvin:
[I think some tickles are in order. ;)]
Dr. Schneep:
[Ooooh, du bist böse, Marvin!]
J. Jackson:
[Go for the right side of belly! REALLY bad spot!]
Jackie laughed as he texted.
JBM:
[On it! Want recordings? Or no?]
“Jehesus man! Are you on the group chat or somethin’? I’m getting a lot of phone alerts here.” Chase asked.
“Mmmmmmaybe.” Jackie replied.
Marvin:
[YESSS! VIDEO PLZ!]
J. Jackson:
[Imagine the blackmailing opportunities!]
Dr. Schneep: {reply to J. Jackson}
[How do you now about blackmailing?!]
J. Jackson: {reply to Dr. Schneep}
[Uhhhhhh…Chase. Chase taught me.]
Dr. Schneep: {reply to J. Jackson}
[Lügner.]
J. Jackson: {reply to Dr. Schneep}
[Fine…I looked it up. XD]
Dr. Schneep: {reply to J. Jackson}
[Zere ve go.]
Jackie laughed as he replied.
JBM:
[On it! Expect some vids soon, lol :3]
Jackie set up the phone onto the coffee table and set it up so the screen was facing Chase. Chase widened his eyes at the screen and growled. “Jackie, why?! Don’t fuckin’ record me, you son of a-” Chase’s words trailed off when Jackie sat down beside him on the couch. “Aaaaaaaa- what are you doing?” Chase asked, confused.
“Oh nothing…” Jackie poked his friend’s exposed right side. “Just playing with you.” Jackie replied.
Chase jumped and grew an embarrassing, wobbly grin. “NoHO! Jackieyoumotherfucker!” Chase spat at him.
“Chase, Chase, Chase…” Jackie poked his side every time he said his name. “You realize that you’re stuck here, right?” Jackie reminded him.
“No I’m not! I’ll get out.” Chase said.
“Try it. I dare you.” Jackie ordered.
Chase attempted to move himself around. But…he quickly found that Matilda was a lot heavier than he remembered. Had Matilda gained 10 pounds in 5 seconds? Or was his body just getting more weak and limp?
“Just what I thought.” Jackie started squeezing right where the right side of his belly was. “You can’t move a muscle.” Jackie told him.
“WaitWAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Chase yelled.
“Meaning I can tickle you all I want!” Jackie told him.
Chase shook his head, giggling silly underneath the dog. “Thihihis ihisn’t fahahair!” Chase complained.
“I know it’s not…” Jackie mentioned, before leaning into Chase’s fluff-covered ear. “But it’s still fun to tickle you while you’re pinned.” Jackie teased.
Chase hid his face by moving it to the left side, towards the back couch cushions. “Shuhut uhuhup.” Chase ordered.
“Awww, is the poor thing too ticklish for his own good?” Jackie asked, squeezing his side while petting Matilda’s head, which was chilling on top of Chase’s head. “Good Matilda. Good girl.” Jackie told the dog.
“Bahahad gihihirl! Isweartogohohohod! Gehehehet ohohohoff!” Chase begged.
“Is it really that bad?” Jackie asked, unsure.
Chase hid his face in his hands. “Kihihindahaha. Dehepends whehehehere yohohou goho.” Chase replied.
“Oh? So tickling on the belly is allowed?” Jackie asked, moving his fingers in towards the belly again.
“NooooOOOO! DOHON’T YOHOHOU DAHAHAHARE!” Chase warned.
“I’m not even tickling you yet! I’m just touching you, and you’re already laughing!” Jackie reacted with surprise.
“Yohohohou ahahass!” Chase yelled at him.
Jackie smirked as he heard Chase’s insults. “You seriously think I’m being an ass just by tickling you right now?” Jackie asked.
Chase nodded his head. “Whahat ehehelse cohould you cahahahall ihihit?” Chase asked, hiding his face in the couch cushion.
“Oho, I’d call it ‘merciful’.” Jackie replied as he grabbed his phone and stuck his tongue out at the camera before stopping the recording.
Jackie grabbed out a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and scooped some peanut butter out of the jar. He closed the jar and walked up to Matilda to lure her off. “Come here, Matilda. Come here.” He said, showing her the peanut butter on the spoon.
Matilda followed the smell, lifting herself off Chase and stepping on him a few times before hopping off the couch towards Jackie.
“There you go, girl. There you go!” Jackie reacted, holding the spoon up so she could lick the peanut butter off. “There’s my good girl.” He repeated. “You good, Chase?” Jackie asked.
Chase pulled himself back onto his knees and sighed as he got off the couch. “Yup, fine as frog hair.” Chase replied in the most dad-ish answer he could come up with on the spot.
“Chase…” Jackie mumbled, hanging his head as he cringed at the man’s dadism.
“What? Can’t handle the Dad statements?” He asked.
Jackie smiled and signalled for him to come over. “Look…Matilda is loving peanut butter.” Jackie told him.
Chase walked over and smiled as he watched Matilda lick the back of the spoon clean. “Ihi can see that.” Chase said with a laugh.
Jackie walked up to the island with the peanut butter jar on it, and placed the spoon into the sink. He grabbed a few baby silicone spoons that Chase had kept from having his kids over, and filled them one at a time, with peanut butter. “Wanna see if the pups like it?” Jackie asked.
Chase laughed and took 3 of the filled spoons in his hands. “Sure!” He replied. “As long as you have the camera ready to record.” Chase compromised.
Jackie nodded and held his three spoons in his left hand while holding his phone in his right hand. “Got it.” the superhero replied.
Chase took the spoons to the playpen and placed them onto the ground. “There you go, puppies.” Chase said. “Angel…Blitz…Puppy 3…” Chase said.
“Puppy 4…Puppy 5…Puppy 6.” Jackie said next before backing up and recording the puppies.
All 6 puppies were vigorously licking their spoons and enjoying the taste of the spoon. But a couple of the puppies quickly started treating the spoons like sticks and chewing on the bottom of the silicone spoons for a bit.
“Gosh…good thing the kids are too big for those spoons now…” Jackie admitted.
“Yeah…They love them a little too much.” Chase admitted.
“Oh well. Let them have their fun.” Jackie said as he stopped the video and sent the two videos to the group chat. Jackie watched as the green bar filled up, showing the videos sending slowly. When they sent, Jackie watched as replies came in from the other 3 boys.
Marvin:
[Bahahaha! Poor Chase…XD]
Dr. Schneep:
[Hope you’re ready to clean the dogs’ mustache after ze treat.]
J. Jackson:
[Now I’m craving a spoonful of peanut butter…Save some for me!]
Jackie giggled as he read Jamie’s message.
Jackie: {reply to J. Jackson}
[Save some Peanutbutter for you? Or some tickles? ;) ]
J. Jackson {reply to Jackie}
[Uuuuuuuuuhhhh…]
Jackie laughed harder at the man’s reply. Looks like Jamie’s got some tickles to look forward to, when he gets home.
#7 fluffy balls of joy#augtickletober2023#tickletober 2023#cute#german shepherd puppies#ticklefic#ler!jackie#lee!chase#peanut butter#dogs love peanut butter#egos group chat
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I got a request since he came out but if ya don't wanna do it, it's fine...
May I ask for ler butter roll hcs plz? Just he seems like the type to conduct 'experiments' on his lees...
(LER ONLY) Butter Roll Cookie Headcanons 🥐
Definitely a normal scientist. Yup, definitely normal, conducting totally normal experiments-oh who am I kidding, he isn't the slightest bit normal...
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• Cheeky ahh
• If he asks you, "Will you help me with a small experiment I have going on~?" DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SAY YES. HE WILL WRECK YOU.
• Speaking of, he is an absolute murderer when it comes to that, he can and will end you if you even think of revenge. istg if tickles were a crime, he would be a wanted criminal.
• Has way too many tools at his disposal. Feathers, brushes, dusters, you name it. He has a collection of them so big it terrifies even the bravest Lee.
• He knows all your spots, so don't hide anything. And don't try running either, cuz he will predict every action you take, all acording to his terrifyingly accurate calculations.
• if he starts rubbing his hands, run. That means he is about to unleash a raspberry that would most likely end the world.
• he's more merciful the closer you are to him, so he knows what your limits are ;) so, he will stop when needed.
• can and will definitely take revenge if you get him back!! if you did, you have seconds to live.
Anyway, that's it!
Requests are currently closed for now.
#ler only zone#sfw tk blog#cookie run tickles#sfw interaction only#sfw tickle community#ler! butter roll cookie
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Sp Lorax au doodles <3
#south park#south park fanart#sp Lorax au#Lorax Kyle#pipsqueak butters#cartman ler#sted#Stan ted#wendy audrey#waudrey#Orandy#O’Randy#I’m going insane#please help me#silly
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So, my ler let me tickle him as an experiment on Friday bc I’m a switch and I don’t think he knows who he just woke up.
It’s been YEARS since I got to tickle someone. I’ve been in a ler mood these past two days and all I want to do is, respectfully, wreck him
#ticklish boys deserve to be tickled#sfw tickling community#tickle thoughts#tickle switch#sfw ler mood#spread the butter
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Made more!
Butter Pretzel: hehehehehe Chegegsss Cahake
Cheesecake: Oh~ You're going to look so pretty with that smile!
#Rfm post#Cookie comic studio#Cookie run#Cookie run tickle#Just a bunch of tickling#sfw tickling community#Ler!Cheesecake Cookie#Lee!Butter Pretzel Cookie#Lee!Adventurer Cookie#Lee!Cotton Candy Cookie#Lee!Lemon Cookie#Lee!Cherry Cookie#Lee!Space Doughnut#Lee!Dr Wasabi Cookie#Lee!Angel Cookie#Ler!Cookie Pets
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Hi!! I hope you’ve been doing good and it’s so great to see you on my dash again!! I’d love to see maybe lee Butters and ler Stan. That one clip from sarcastaball where Butters says Stan is good at tickling lives in my head 💖 Take all the time you need and make sure to hydrate!
ahhh hihi!!
this was a really cute one to draw :3
Thank you for always supporting me, and remember for you to also hydrate !! 💗💗
I hope you enjoy !! <333
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#the lorax#once-ler#oncie#greed-ler#buttons#no one should be surprised by this at all okay this is my bread and butter
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SFW Alastor Tickle/Fluster Spot Headcannons
Ignore the photos I put them in here while I was sleep deprived and can't convince myself to get rid of them
I was also really proud of the bonus spots at the end ehehehe :>
Rough Tickle Spots
He loves getting a good, genuine laugh and being tickled breathless. It lets him blow off steam and laugh as hard as he can RIGHT in his ler's face. It's a power move, really.
Ribs - He has 13 pairs, like a deer. And every one of them will get him laughing. The harder you dig and faster you vibrate, the better. Tenderize him.
Crook of Neck - Dig in with your fingertips. He will scrunch up and howl with laughter. The more surface area, the less ticklish it is, so make sure you use the very tips!
Belly - The entire belly is a death spot, but the closer you get to his button, the worse it gets. Dig right in and vibrate for best results.
Knees/Behind Knees - Pinch and squeeze playfully. If done correctly, you will earn yourself a whole army of kicks and giggles.
Not Ticklish Spots
If you go for these places, he will look at you like you're the whole circus.
Thighs/Calves - He's a deer. A prey animal. His one line of defense (running away) must be somewhat protected.
Hips - He will still laugh in a moment of tickle fever, but the tickle itself is very dull.
Butt - Why are you trying to tickle that anyways?
Light Tickle Spots
Light tickles are by far his favorite for relaxing and bonding with others. If played just right, they can send him into lovey-dovey euphoria. Every place is vulnerable, but especially:
Neck - He always covers his neck. The lightest touch (even his own hair brushing against it) can be unbearably ticklish.
Ears/Tail - The softer the touch, the more he shivers and melts. Loves the feeling of them being gently rubbed, twirled, or fiddled with. Crooning or feeling breath on his ears will turn him into warm butter.
Arms/Hands - This is super relaxing for him and reminds him of little sensory games his mama played with him as a boy. It puts him into a lovie, sentimental headspace.
Underarms/Hooves - Since these places are very sensitive and highly guarded, soft touch drives him into euphoric insanity. If done correctly, it can be extremely pleasurable and get overwhelming very quickly.
Belly - Especially with nibbles and licks, he gets flustered beyond belief. His belly button is an absolutely horrendous melt spot that will have him losing all connection to reality the more tender you treat it.
Bonus spots!
Unconventional, but effective!
Tentacles - His tentacles are an extension of himself. When they feel pain, so does he. And if you gently scratch or touch them, he can feel it too. Since they are detached, he can't feel it in any specific place...it's sort of a strange full body experience. It can be very overwhelming, too.
VooDoo Doll - He keeps a Voodoo doll of himself and Rosie has one too. Using a feather or a brush is most effective. Enjoy watching him go into hysteria and grab at intangible forces. He's nothing but a tickle doll in your hand...literally.
Voice/ASMR - Being a Radio Demon, his main sensory is his hearing, and he has a VIVID imagination connected to what he hears. Sometimes just hearing someone's voice (cough cough Rosie) spouting teases, telling him exactly how they want to wreck him, and making tickly promises is enough to make him physically experience everything they're saying. Blindfolding him makes this even more intense.
#lee!alastor#ticklish!alastor#tickle headcannons#sfw tickle community#hazbin hotel tickles#my headcannons
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Hey guys! I just watched the Dikinbaus episode and poor Butters!! He worked so hard in both jobs just to get his rightfully owned money and he did so much research to make sure he did the right thing in the end! I whipped this up really quick just to show Butters some appreciation!
Also remember when I said Marjorine would be the 40th fiction? Yeah I lied. Happy 40th!
Take A Day Off, Butters! (Lee Butters/ Ler Kenny)
WARNINGS: Kids swearing! (They’re nine in this) shouting, kinda angsty
Butters is stressed over the amount of work he has to do now that he’s in charge of two jobs. Kenny helps him to take a load off.
I hope you like this! :0
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Stepping into the Stotch’s home always felt like stepping onto a minefield. Kenny McCormick never knew if Linda and Stephen would welcome him coming over to their house, or start yelling at him about their disobedient son.
Walking into the house, Kenny closed the door behind him and greeted Linda and Stephen on the couch. Linda was watching TV and Stephen was flipping through a newspaper. Kenny took a deep breath and cleared his throat to speak.
“Himph Mr. anmph Mrs. Stomtch. Imph Buttermphs homemph?” Kenny asked. Linda looked over to Kenny while Stephen kept reading his newspaper.
“Ah, little Kenny McCormick is here. Honey, did you see that the McCormick child is here?” Stephen said without acknowledging Kenny’s presence with any sort of look. Linda smiled at Kenny with a nod.
“Yes Stephen, I did.” She replied.
“And he’s asking about our boy, Butters. Why are you here to see Butters, Kenny?” Stephen asked, still not looking at him. His tone was too stiff, like he was being sarcastic. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows as he picked his fingers.
“I wanmphted tomph see imph hemph coulmph hangmph outmph-” Kenny explained quickly, while Stephen stood up abruptly and crumbled his newspaper in his hands.
“Oh, you wanted to see if he could hang out, huh?! Well while you’re over here Kenny, maybe you can explain to me why Butters only has ONE paycheck to his name while he claims he’s been working two jobs to earn his money?! I don’t see him from 6 in the morning til 1 o’clock at night! For five days a week! Now you tell me what the hell my son is up to out there on the streets!” Stephen shouted at Kenny, while Linda began to sob.
Kenny put his hands up and tried to diffuse the situation. He didn’t know it would be this bad when he came over today.
“Sirmph, imph wasmph amctually allmph omph my faulmph-” Kenny tried to explain himself once more, while Stephen waved his hands to cut Kenny off.
“Oh no, I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear the lie you and my disobedient son came up with to cover your asses! You wanna hang out with Butters so you can divide your dirty money between each other, well you go ahead! Cause it’s the only human interaction Butters is going to get in the foreseeable future, as he is UNBELIEVABLY GROUNDED! YOU HEAR ME BUTTERS?! GROOOUNDED!!” Stephen pointed at the ceiling while he shouted. Kenny stood by and watched as Stephen stormed into the kitchen and Linda followed him, crying softly.
Kenny sighed to himself as he slowly walked up the stairs of the Stotch residence and knocked on Butters bedroom door.
“Buttermphs? Buttermphs aremph youmph inmph heremph?” Kenny opened the door to Butters room slowly, and felt his heart squeeze at the scene.
Despite it being only about five in the evening, Butters was passed out cold. He wore his pink and white striped uniform, his white hat off-kilter as it slid off his head in his sleep. One of his legs was hanging off of his bed while the other was thrown across the bed. His chest moved gently with his breathing, his eyes twitching in his dreams. It looked as if he barely had enough time to come into his room and collapse on his bed before knocking out entirely.
Kenny walked over to Butters’ bed and felt bad for what he was about to do. He knew he needed the sleep more than anyone. Kenny put his hands on Butters shoulders and started shaking him gently.
“Buttermphs. Buttermphs, wakemph upmph.” Butters jolted in his sleep, Kenny probably scared him. He woke up more and more as he started moving, and yawned from being woken up.
“Mmmm- Kenny? Isthat you...” Butters words slurred together as he rubbed his eyes and tried to clear away his sleepiness.
“Yeamph, imph meph.” Butters sat up on his bed as he turned on his desk lamplight. When the light turned on, Kenny’s heart dropped to his stomach.
Butters looked haggard, his hair disheveled and dark moons under his eyes. His eyes were glassy and his uniform was stained and dirty. Kenny felt horrible, knowing this was partially his fault.
“Howmph umph...howmph aremph youmph dumde?” Kenny stood to the side while Butters hopped off his bed and moved slowly to his closet. Kenny was sure Butters’ body was exhausted no matter how he tried to downplay it.
“Oh you know, living the dream! I get to go to school and go to work and earn my money! I’m sure I have more money than anyone in our grade!” Butters said with a smile. Despite Butters’ cheerful words, Kenny still felt guilty as Butters’ was clearly overworked at such a young age.
“And I get to talk to customers and scoop ice cream and serve hot dogs! It’s the coolest job in the world! I’m living my best life, Kenny! And I get to go to my second job in just an hour!” Butters assured in a positive tone. Butters removed his dirty shirt and threw it in the laundry basket in exchange for a fresh one.
“M’yeah bumt... howmph aremph youmph feelingmph?” Kenny insisted. Butters pulled down his new work shirt with the Dikinbaus logo as the design on the front. He removed his hat and pushed his messy hair out of his eyes.
“Well...I’ll admit it, Kenny. I’ve been a little tired, lately. The work is great, but it’s a lot sometimes! My arms are sore from scooping and flipping and cleaning for so long. And I haven’t been sleeping the best ‘cause I still have to do schoolwork and my chores at home. I get about four hours of sleep a night. Hah, if I’m lucky. And then you know, my dad grounding me for the rest of my life because I’m never home anymore doesn’t help. Aw jeez.” Kenny felt his heart tug. He should have never entered the restaurant business with Cartman and unload all of this on Butters.
“Mmm... imph theremph anythingph I canmph domph tomph helpmph? Maybemph umph...” Kenny thought hard about what he could do to help his friend. He said his arms were sore. Maybe...
“Omph! Imph canmph givemph youmph amph massagemph! Bemfore yourm nemxt shimft!” Kenny suggested. Butters cheeks turned rosy at the thought.
“Oh Ken I uh, I don’t know-” Butters began, but Kenny shut him down.
“No no no- Youmph getph omver heremph andmph relamph.” Kenny hopped up on Butters bed and pat the space next to him. Butters fidgeted with his hands as he made his way over to his bed and laid down on his belly. Kenny repositioned himself to sit on Butters side and started rubbing his fingers into Butters’ spine.
“Well, this feels really good Kenny! You’re actually pretty good!” Butters said and nestled his head into his arms. Kenny smiled beneath his hood and rubbed circles into where he felt knots in Butters back. Butters had a few sore spots that Kenny unraveled with his circles.
“Thanmphs Buttermphs. My Dadph haph a soremph backmph sometimphs andmph thisph reallymph helpmphs himph.” Kenny delved lower on Butters back and started rubbing his fingers in Butters’ lower ribs on his back.
Butters spasmed as he let out a few giggles. “Hehehe! Ohoho Kenny careful! That’s ticklish right there.” Butters calmed down when Kenny moved to a different spot.
“Omph, sorrymph Buttermphs.” Kenny moved to Butters’ lower back and pressed his thumbs in relieve the tension. Butters let out a sigh as Kenny worked out the sore spots in that area.
“Wow, thanks Ken, well, you got magic fingers! I thought I was never going to- pfft- K-Kehehenny! Y-You’re tihihihickling ahahagain!” Butters wriggled on his bed while Kenny’s hands pressed into his sore spots. It seemed his sore spots were extra tender.
“Sorrymph Buttermphs! Yourmph knotmphs aremph reallymph badmph heremph. Youmph mightph hamph badph pomsture.” Kenny pressed his thumbs into Butters’ lower back and circled them with a level of experience. This technique was very tickly to Butters, however.
“Tehehehee! Kehenny plehease! Ehehehee!” Butters laughed sweetly as he squirmed under Kenny’s touch. Kenny used his index fingers to try and make the touches lighter for Butters, but it didn’t work. Butters was ticklish there no matter what he did.
“Omkay omkay, I’ll gomph tomph a dimfferent spomt.” Kenny took advantage of this situation and just started squeezing his fingers up Butters’ side. Butters squealed and twisted underneath Kenny’s hands.
“Bahahaha! Kehehehenny nohohohoho!! Tehehehee!” Kenny was quick to climb on Butters’ bed and sit on his lower back to keep him steady. He used both hands to squish up and down Butters sides.
“Omph Buttermphs... Youmph hamph soooomph manyph sorme spotmphs! Howmph canmph youmph wormk limke thismph?~” Kenny tried as well as he could to tease underneath his hood, but it all came out in muffles. Butters was tickled pink either way whether he was getting teased or not.
“I- hehehehee! I wohohork juhuhuhust fihihihine hehehee!!” Giggles overcame Butters speaking as Kenny worked over his back. One hand spidered in between Butters’ shoulder blades while his other hand squeezed his shoulders and fluffed over his neck. His neck seemed to be especially bad, but it also seemed no matter where Kenny targeted Butters had a reaction to it.
“I guemph butmph, I bettermph wormk thesemph soremph spomts oumph bemfore youmph hurtmph yourmself wormking!” Kenny reasoned, and splayed his fingers to press all ten of them up and down Butters back sporadically. Butters seemed to “like” this technique as his laughing grew more erratic.
“Nohohoahahaha! Kennehehehee dohohon’t- ehehehehe!” Butters pleaded. Kenny’s fingers kept up with Butters twisting as Kenny grew a devilish grin beneath his hood.
“Donm’t domph whamt, Buttermphs?~” Kenny asked, his fingers stilling for a moment. Butters twitched as he felt phantom fingers playing over his skin.
“Ehehehee- tihihickle mehe! Yohohou wehehere-” Butters was cut off by his own squealing as Kenny’s hands shoved themselves up the soft hollows of his underarms. Kenny’s fingers wriggled into the spaces as Butters tried to clamp his arms to his sides while twisting underneath Kenny.
“Welm, imph youmph sayph somph Buttermphs! I was jumst gonnma gimph youmph amph massagemph, butmph imph youm insismt!” Kenny scribbled his fingers lightly in Butters’ underarms and danced his fingers up over his shoulders and wriggled them in his ears.
Butters eyes squeezed shut as the ticklish electricity shocked his nerves in all directions. “AAhahahahaha! Kehehehehen plehehehehease!! I- ehehehehe! Ohoho hahahamburgers! I’hihim tohohoo tihihihicklish!” Butters cried out. Kenny felt his heart tug at Butters reaction. Why was he so cute all the time?!
“Awww, you’rme toom timcklish Buttermphs?” Kenny cooed, his fingers scribbling over Butters’ back and sides. Butters nodded his head as sweet sounding laughter poured from his mouth.
“Yehehehess I ahahaham! Ehehehehee- Kehehehehen!” Kenny pinched Butters’ back dimples and used his index fingers to dot up and down Butters spine. Butters’ shimmied and squirmed underneath Kenny with a method this unpredictable.
“Omkay, I’ll finimsh themph massagemph firmst anmph I’ll lemt youmph gomph.” Kenny resolved, and stuck his hand underneath Butters’ tummy.
“Yohohou’re nohohohot mahahassaging thohohough- AAHAHAhahaha!! Keheheahahaha! Kehehehen stohoho-ahahahahap!!” Butters began wriggling frantically as he felt movement worm against his tummy. All his struggling had caused his T-shirt to ride up, granting Kenny access to his bare tummy.
“Omph... Theremph’s amph soremph spomt heremph toomph. Howm didph thamt getph therme?” Kenny, still keeping up the facade that he was giving Butters a massage, started rubbing Butters’ belly in little circles to give him a massage. However, Butters resisted and tried to squirm away from Kenny’s touching.
“Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Hehehehehee! Butters giggled as Kenny’s fingers squished in his belly and wriggled in the small space they could. Butters let out a fresh peal of laughter as Kenny managed a finger in his belly button to worm around.
“Jeemz Buttermphs you’rme soremph allmph omver. I’ll hamph tomph massagemph yourm wholemph bodymph!” Butters giggled louder at the teasing and shook his head at the idea.
“Nohohohoho yohou cahahan’t! *hic* I’hihhiill dihihihihie! *hic*” Butters broke out in small hiccups, his laughing broken up by small ‘hic’ sounds. Kenny smiled behind his hood at the sweet sound, but he was sure that meant Butters was nearing his ending point. Kenny slowed down his tickles as Butters back twitched with his hiccups.
“Youm omkay Buttermphs? I didnm’t gomph toomph far, righmt?” Kenny rubbed his hand up and down Butters back to soothe him. Butters nodded while he slowly sat up on his bed, and readjusted his shirt.
“Ahehe- *hic* I’m- I’m fine Ken. Boy, you sure are one heck of a tickler! Why you coulda killed me! It was fun though! Thanks for helping me out.” Butters smiled kindly at Kenny. Kenny reached forward and forced Butters into a hug to hide his blushing cheeks.
“Mmph- Imph youm emver needph helmp with anmythingph, jumst amsk Buttermphs. I’mph heremph formph youmph.” Kenny said genuinely. Butters slowly returned Kenny’s hug, and buried his face in the crook of Kenny’s neck.
“Thanks, Kenny. Why, you’re just the bestest friend a guy could have.” The two boys released as Butters scratched the back of his head in thought.
“Mmph... guessph youmph hamve tomph gomph tomph wormk nowmph, huh?” Kenny said in a sad tone. Butters quirked his lip in thought before shrugging with a smile.
“Nah, I can skip a day! Besides, you’re looking a little sore there, Ken! Looks like you need a massage~” Butters fingers wriggled in front of Kenny’s eyes. Kenny’s eyes widened as he jumped off the bed and raced around the room with Butters hot on his trail, both boys laughing happily.
The rest of the day was filled with plenty of playing and well-needed relaxation for Butters.
#south park#south park tickles#lee butters#ler kenny#butters stotch#kenny mccormick#tickle fic#danny writes#danny fic
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Tickle Questions for Lers! 😈
What is your favorite tickle spot?
2. If you were to interrogate someone with tickling, what kind of information or questions would you be looking to get or ask?
3. Tag someone you want to tickle. (If you're comfortable).
4. Famous person you'd most like to tickle?
5. Share one of your favorite reactions you've had from tickling someone.
6. What is your preferred way to restrain your Lee for a tickle session?
7. Is wearing a mask or a costume a thing for you while tickling? If yes, what kind?
8. Most affective tickle tool?
9. What is something you've always wanted to try on a Lee?
10. Best advice you have for other Lers?
11. Best advice you have for potential Lees?
12. What is your least favorite tickle trope?
13. What is the difference between a punishments tickle vs. a playful tickle?
14. What never fails to trigger a ler mood?
15. When did you first discover your internet in tickling?
16. For people who are strictly Ler, why is there a lack of interest in tickling from a Lee perspective?
17. If you're tickle style was a flavor of Ice Cream, what flavor would it be and why?
18. The best kind of Lees are the ones who:
19. What would your ideal "Tickle Room" be like? Aesthetic, tools, equipment, etc?
20. If a Lee is being tickled alone in the woods, does it make a sound?
21. Have you ever made someone snort whole tickling?
22. Do you prefer to have blindfolds? Or have them witness whats coming?
23. What does your ideal session look like?
24. Do you use your tickling as a force of evil or good? Both?
25. If you were a warden of some made up "Tickling Prison" or "Asylum" what are some key rules you have for your occupants?
26. Favorite Tickle Studio?
27. Is it more fun to have another Ler help or do you prefer to work alone?
28. What kind tickle scenes would you like to see more of on your Tumblr feed?
29. What kind of nicknames do you like to use on a Lee?
30. If you could choose a Lee to tickle based off of their occupation alone, who would you choose? (For example, Teacher, Nurse, Police Officer, Politician, etc.)
31. You and a Lee agree to a fixed time for a tickle session. As the final minutes approach, how would your orchestrate your final tickle attack?
32. Is there a public place or setting where you've often dreamed of to tickle somebody?
33. Favorite form of aftercare?
34. Genereally, are tickle scenes in TV and Movies more awesome or kind of cheesy? Depends?
35. For you, who is the one Lee that 'got away' and sometimes reflect about what you could have differently to achieve a different, more desired, outcome?
36. What is the biggest compliment a Ler cab recieve?
37. Of the following categories, tell us if they give off Ler, Lee, or Switch energy: Jocks, Nerds, Loners, Cheerleaders, Goths, Band Geeks, Drama Members, Teacher's Pets, Hipsters.
38. How often do you need a tickle 'fix'?
39. Favorite way to fluster a Lee?
40. "_______ and Tickling goes together like Chocolate and Peanut Butter."
41. What is a popular Movie that you would add a Tickle Scene into and why?
42. Thoughts on Renaissance/Medieval style Tickling?
43. You have to pick one area to NEVER tickle again; whose gotta go? Feet, Tummy, Armpits, Thighs.
44. What is a "Tickle Game" that is fun, or looks fun, to play?
45. Do you like to slowly remove shoes/clothing from your lee or do you prefer a 'blank canvas' to work with?
46. Could you handle tickling two Lees at once?
47. Using a pen to write/scribble things on your Lee, Yay or Nay? What do you draw/write?
48. What is a piece of tickle media you haven't seen in a long time but would loke to see again?
49. Have you ever seen someone with a feather tattoo and wondered if they were into tickling?
50. T.I.C.K.L.E. stands for what?
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hii thank you for feeding us with your bg3 tickle content 😫🙏🏼 I’ve been starving. Do you have any headcanons for ler!Gale with a stoic/tsundere lee!tav? Or really any of the other companions if ur not a Gale girly. tysm ❤️ [ps. tell me if I’ve crossed any boundaries / done something wrong, first time sending an ask 🙂]
A/N: Hi! You didn't cross any boundaries. I know you said headcanons, but I hope a fic was okay instead? This prompt works nicely with my favorite tav and her relationship with Gale- she's a stoic, snooty sorceress. I kept the fic gender-neutral though. I hope you like it! 💜
Pillow Talk
Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.
Pairing- Gale Dekarios x Reader (ler!Gale, lee!reader). For the purposes of this story, reader is a sorcerer.
Word Count- 3,723.
Warnings- Spoilers for Acts 1-2 (ish), swearing, rivals to lovers in the beginning, and tickles.
As a noble-born sorcerer, there’s very little you don’t know about magic. It’s flown through your family’s veins for centuries. But, Gale’s different. He knows way more than you’d ever expect. As much as you try to deny it, you fall for him, and channeling the Weave together confirms it. Much to your surprise, the feelings are mutual. As your new relationship blossoms, Gale realizes that he’s never heard you laugh before, and he seeks to remedy that.
“Can’t I just break it?”
Karlach whined as she jostled the lock on the door. The lock glowed as she touched it and suddenly sent out a pulse of magical energy. She staggered back, yelping. “Shit! Guess not.”
You maneuvered around her, shaking your head. “It’s a magical lock, Karlach. I told you smashing it won’t do anything.” You stepped closer to the locked door and held up a hand. It glowed as you channeled into your magic. Closing your eyes, you traced your fingers along the lock’s sigils. “This lock is enchanted with psychic magic,” you hissed when the lock pulsed at you, stinging your hands. “And powerful psychic magic at that.”
Gale approached you from the side, humming skeptically. “I hate to be the one to disagree, but these are illusion sigils.” He traced his fingers over the same sigils as you, nodding to himself. “It’s more of a puzzle, judging by the patterns.”
You gave him a side glance, frowning. This was a recurring pattern in your journey. When it came to magic, you and Gale always had disagreements. “...Perhaps. But there’s psychic magic at work here, Gale. Not illusion.”
Gale raised a defensive hand. “There’s room for overlap, surely. However, I think I know the solution.” His eyes glowed as he reached into the Weave and mirrored the patterns on his palm. “If I follow the patterns, like so, I believe it’ll spell out the missing key.”
“Or,” You interjected and charged up a psychic pulse between your hands. “I can overload the sigils with psychic energy and destroy them. I understand this may not have been in your textbooks though.”
“Oh, charming.” Gale’s eyes flitted over to you disdainfully. “I had not planned on mentioning rank, but since we clearly are, I spent a considerable amount of time as Mystra’s chosen. Dismantling puzzles like these was my bread and butter.”
You weren’t backing down. You went through with your spell, directly interfering with Gale’s. “Don’t you mean former Mystra’s chosen?”
“Hey, c’mon, knock it off!” Karlach scolded. “If you two put half the energy into opening the door that you use to argue with each other, we’d be on our way back to camp by now! Now, hurry up.” Her stomach growled mid sentence. She sighed. “I’m starving.”
“Gladly.” Gale sunk deep into the Weave and figured out the patterns needed to unlock the door. Your psychic magic definitely helped smooth the path forward. Karlach cheered once the door opened.
“Fuck yeah!” She turned to both of you, beaming. “See what happens when you put your magical minds together?”
You followed her out of the dungeon, giving Gale a once over. “I see what happens when you pay attention at the wizard academy. The teachers must’ve adored you, Gale.” You huffed sarcastically. “Such a diligent schoolboy.”
Gale shook his head, smirking. “That couldn’t be any further from the truth! I slept through most of my lessons. And the trouble I found nearly got me expelled.” He chuckled. “Nevertheless, we can breathe fresh air now, thanks to our combined efforts. I hope we can work together again in more pleasant circumstances.”
“I’d sooner kiss a mind flayer.” You marched ahead of him, grumbling.
Wizards were so infuriating. Pompous, book-ridden, and proud. And yet, there was something to this Gale of Waterdeep. Something that interested you.
His hubris, as suffocating as it was, was tempered with true expertise. Passion, even. You’d never met anyone like him, not even in Baldur's gate. Magic was everything to you; it shielded you and brought your enemies to their knees. It was thrilling to meet someone who could match you. Plus, he had a gentle heart.
You didn’t plan on saving tiefling refugees, but beating up goblins was fun. During the attack, a tiefling child lost their parents. Neither you or Gale could bring them back to life. Still, he comforted them the best way he could.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” He hugged them when they ran into his arms. “These are horrors that no child should have to go through. I…can’t bring them back, but I do have something that I hope can bring you some comfort.”
The tiefling child pulled away, sniffling. “You do?”
Gale conjured up a necklace of illusion magic. He handed it to the child. “This necklace is just for you. I’ll teach you the incantation to trigger the magic. Before doing the incantation, you need to think of a happy memory you have with your parents. Then, you’ll be able to relive that memory so long as you keep the necklace on.”
The child took the necklace and slipped it on. They toyed with the gem at the end, which glowed with a pleasant warmth. They smiled sadly, “Thank you.”
Something stirred in you. You didn’t name the feeling, but it was potent all the same. You felt hot and your heart raced. You’d never say it out loud, but you had a crush on Gale.
Instead of joining the festivities at camp, you turned in early for the night. You grabbed the first book you saw and settled onto your bedroll. Reading usually distracted you, especially when you read about magic. And yet, your mind was occupied by Gale. After failing to get to even the second page, you slammed the book shut. You tucked the book under your arm and ventured out to Gale’s tent. If you couldn’t benefit from the book, maybe he could.
Gale’s tent was a short walk away from yours. The party was dying down, but Gale usually stayed up studying. When you arrived at his tent, though, there was a conjuration of Mystra in his palm. He gazed at the image longingly, not realizing that you were watching. You stepped closer.
“Paying tribute?”
He flinched and whirled around. Mystra’s image disappeared, and he exhaled. “You startled me, (Y/N).” he breathed. “I suppose you could say I am, in a way. Though I can’t say my soul feels any lighter.”
You gave him a questioning look. He continued.
“I hope we can put our earlier disagreement behind us, (Y/N).” He said, taking a few steps towards you. Your heartbeat quickened. “It’s just been so long since I’ve collaborated with anyone regarding magic. I understand that we may have different approaches when it comes to wielding it.”
You waved your hand dismissively. “What’s done is done. Why were you just conjuring an image of the goddess?”
“Oh, that. Well..” He trailed off as if he was unsure of what to say. Then, he cleared his throat. “The longer we embark on our journey, the less connected I feel to the Weave. And, it’s everything to me. It always has been..” He sighed heavily, then looked at you with a sudden air of curiosity. “I know we haven’t seen eye to eye, but from one arcane user to another, would you like to channel the Weave with me? It’s a wonderful experience.”
You put down the book you were carrying, shifting awkwardly. “I’ve never done it. I never feel far from the Weave’s embrace, so I haven’t felt the need to.”
“Lucky you,” Gale chuckled. “Still, my offer stands. I can show you how to do it. What do you say?”
This was usually when you’d rebuff him. Not this time. Your curiosity piqued, and he did look handsome in the candlelight.
“Show me.”
Gale’s eyes brightened. He smiled. “As you wish. Follow my lead.”
Channeling the Weave was effortless. Gale was a wonderful teacher: patient, eager, and generous with praise. The air was sweet, and you felt safe in the Weave’s embrace. You closed your eyes, and your mind wandered again. To home. To Gale. To the thought of your lips pressed together in a passionate kiss—
The connection flickered. You forgot yourself. Your eyes snapped open and found Gale. He looked back at you with an equally surprised expression.
******
It took a week for you to face Gale again. You were terribly embarrassed. All of that melted away when, surprisingly, he reciprocated your feelings.
“I must be a powerful wizard indeed,” He was saying quietly to you during another one of your travels. “If I managed to charm the likes of you. I’m flattered, truly. And, might I say, you have incredibly good tastes.”
“Shh. Do you ever stop talking?” You returned in a hushed whisper, holding back a smile. You and Gale were walking behind Karlach and Astarion, and you didn’t want to catch their attention. Gale noticed the hint of your smile and gasped.
“Is that a smile I see? Oh, I’m afraid you’re done for.” He smirked and leaned into you. His breath tickled your ear, and you shivered. “I haven’t even begun to work my full array of charms on you.”
“What’re you two talking about?” Astarion cut into the private conversation, a curious glint in his eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen (Y/N) speak so much.”
Your smile instantly fell. You frowned, “It’s nothing that concerns you, Astarion.”
“Oh, come on.” The spawn pouted. “You’re no fun at all. What’s a bit of gossip among friends?” He looked at the two of you expectantly, but he didn’t get an answer. He huffed. “Ugh, fine. Be that way.”
Once he turned away, Gale whispered to you again. “Let’s continue this conversation in private tonight, hmm? I could prepare a meal.”
“Fine,” you agreed, nodding. “I’ll bring the drinks.”
After dinner, you stayed in Gale’s tent to read together. Many of your companions were either asleep or involved in their own pursuits, so they didn’t notice your empty tent. You were buried under a purple blanket with a book on your lap with him beside you.
“Comfortable?” Gale asked as he cozied up to you. You nodded and pushed half of the blanket to him, which he happily accepted. “Excellent. Now, tell me, when did you realize you were hopelessly enamored with me?”
You looked up suddenly, and he was grinning. A blush creeped up on your cheeks. You smirked. “I believe I could ask you the same thing.”
“You very well could. But, since I asked first..” Gale’s grin widened. “I’ll admit, it is a long list. There are the impassioned debates we have, my words, my award winning smile…”
“Awards?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Who’s given you these awards?”
“Three people, actually.” Gale feigned offense. “Why, there’s me. Myself, who’s a great fellow…”
“Stop.” You nudged his arm, giggling. “You can’t give yourself awards. They don’t count.”
“According to whom?!”
You covered your face, muffling your giggles. “Gods, you’re ridiculous.”
Gale laughed. When you uncovered your face, he was smiling warmly. “I’ve never heard you laugh before. It’s a beautiful sound.”
Your blush deepened. The truth was that you didn’t laugh much, if at all. You usually spurned the company of others, but you felt comfortable in Gale’s presence. You shifted, turning your attention back to your book. “Thank you. Now, are we going to read, or am I to sing your praises all night?”
“Both sound wonderful, though I’d settle for hearing you laugh again.” He slid close to you so that your arms touched. You smiled, keeping your eyes down on your book.
“I’m sure there will be something I can laugh at you about soon.” You chuckled lightly and turned a page. “All in good time, love.”
“You’re terrible, you know?” Gale gently squeezed your side with his free hand. You fidgeted and jostled your book. A metaphorical lightbulb went off in his head, and you eyed him suspiciously.
“(Y/N)?”
“Yes?”
“Are you-”
“No.”
Gale chuckled. “I haven't finished my question.” He discarded his book to the side. He leaned into you with a small, knowing smile. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, are you ticklish?”
You shook your head. “I’m not.” You pressed your arm against your side, settling for holding your book with one hand. “You just startled me.”
“I see.” Gale hummed, rubbing his beard in thought. You thought that would’ve been the end of it, but after a brief pause, he was smiling again. “I do apologize, but I again disagree with you. The signs point to the opposite, I’m afraid.”
“There aren’t any-”
He squeezed your side again. This time, you squeaked and squirmed out of his reach. Gale smirked.
“Right. No signs.” He answered coyly, extending an arm out to reach you. He idly wriggled his fingers and you leaned away even further, unable to hide your grin. “None at all.”
“Gale,” You started warningly, propping yourself up onto your knees. This made your book tumble off of your lap. “I’m warning you. Don’t try it.”
“Surely there’s no harm in a bit of experimentation, is there?” Gale was testing the waters. He observed your body language. If he noticed the slightest bit of discomfort, he’d back off. Your gaze was sharp, but your wobbly grin told him that he hadn’t pushed too far. “You make one claim, I make another. Yet, it’s impossible for both claims to be correct.”
You put your hands out defensively as he inched closer. “D-Don’t come any closer.”
Gale stopped moving. His smirk broadened. “Of course. If that’s what you want, I will humbly oblige.”
Something was off. As a sorcerer, you could detect magic, and he definitely had a trick up his sleeve. It just wasn’t one you were expecting.
The sneaky wizard conjured a hologram of himself behind you. It had crept up behind you while you backed away from Gale. By the time you noticed it, it was too late. It fluttered its fingers into your sides, and you shrieked.
“Gahahle-?!” You let out a short laugh and curled into yourself. You shoved away the hands and whirled around to see the hologram. “Youhu bahahstard.”
“You’ve quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” Gale clicked his tongue, watching you and the hologram with amusement. “It’s actually one of the many qualities I like about you. That, your strength, and your obstinance.”
While he spoke, Gale’s hologram lightly poked at your torso, earning gasps and curses. If it reached a ticklish spot, it was rewarded with a startled giggle. Both Gale and his hologram wore the same smirk. “Are you absolutely sure that you’re not ticklish, my dear?” The wizard spoke over your snickering. “Based on my observations, that theory gets weaker with each passing minute.”
“I’m nohohot!” You bit your lips, muffling any would be giggles. You were losing the battle with the hologram’s hands. Instead, you checked it with your shoulder, trying to bump it hard enough to make it disappear. That tactic not only failed, but gave the hologram the opportunity to pull you in close. Now, with one arm around your waist, it gently pinched and scampered its fingers along your ribs. You exhaled sharply and bit your lip harder. “K-Knohock it off, Gahale-”
Gale held up his hands, feigning innocence. “I’m not doing anything. I haven’t moved, just like you asked.”
“G-Get rihihid of the holograham!”
“Oh!” He made a big show of realizing what you meant. His eyes flicked to the hologram and he charged up a spell in his hands. Or, it looked like he did. You knew better than that; he did nothing. He chuckled sheepishly. “Apologies, I’m afraid he has a mind of his own. There’s nothing I can do.”
“Youhuhu are deahad-”
Gale’s hologram teased your upper ribs with his fingertips. Hissing through clenched teeth, you squirmed in its hold, winding your arms tight around your torso. His fingers were trapped now, so he scribbled his fingers in a side to side motion along your ribs. The laughter was begging to be free, and it made itself known the longer you fought it off. But, if you were going down, you were going down swinging.
As a last ditch effort, you channeled your magic and sent out a small shockwave. It didn’t do any damage, but it did blow things around. Your goal was to break Gale’s concentration on his hologram spell, and it worked. Gale yelled as he stumbled back, and the hologram disappeared.
“Did you just-” Gale looked bewildered. He wasn’t hurt, but his scrolls and books were in a disarray. “Certainly a bit of tickling didn’t warrant an attack on my person!”
“It absolutely did.” You breathed. You rubbed the ticklish sensations out of your skin. “You attacked first, and I responded accordingly.”
“You did not respond accordingly!” Gale picked up one of the books that fell. He dusted off the cover. “You could’ve put a crease in my Magical Histories book.”
For whatever reason, that amused you. It amused you so much that you busted out laughing. Gale made the quick decision to cast a sound barrier spell around his tent, so that your loud laughter wouldn’t disturb your companion’s sleep. You laughed and laughed, collapsing on the floor, and Gale’s cheeks flushed.
“What is so funny?” Gale had to resist the urge to laugh along with you; your true laugh was highly contagious. Once you calmed down, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
“You’re-” You couldn’t get through your sentence without snickering. “Youhu’re such a dork.”
“Wha- I will not stand for an attack on my person and my character.” Gale suddenly teleported to you, wrapping both of his arms around your frame. He scribbled across your sides, ribs, hips- anywhere he could reach. You squealed and, arms flailing, fell back into a fit of giggles.
Despite your ticklish panic, you still had some fight in you. While he was invested in tickling your ribs, a highly sensitive spot, you took the opportunity to tickle him back. You shot a hand up and buried it in the crook of his neck, tickling with purpose. Thankfully, he was ticklish too.
He immediately scrunched his neck, giggling hard. “O-Ohohoho nohoho you don’t!” He yelped and abandoned tickling you to wrestle with your hands. You grinned triumphantly.
“You left me no choice,” You wriggled your hand free from his neck and found his side, squeezing repeatedly. Gale giggled louder and gripped your wrist, but this didn’t deter you.
A tickle fight was on, and Gale was determined to win. There was a war of flailing arms and hands before the wizard emerged victorious. With a sudden burst of strength that was sure to make him sore in the morning, he pulled you down to the floor with him.
He set you on his lap, using one arm to pin your own arms to your sides. He didn’t hold on too tightly; you could’ve gotten away if you really wanted. He only held on with just enough strength to keep you from tickling him. Now, with his free hand, he kneaded into your hip bone. You lurched forward, giggling loudly, and he put his leg over yours to keep you put.
“Nahahahaha!” You squeaked as he jumped to your other hip bone. The floodgates were open now as you squirmed in his hold. “Gahahahahle!”
Now, it was his turn to grin triumphantly. He snaked his fingers up your sides, tweaking them with the lightest touch. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck. “There we are, dearest. Much better.” He chuckled into your skin, which only made you laugh louder. “And, if you won’t say it, I’m happy to do it for you. You,” He scampered up to your ribs, playing them like a piano. “Are,” A hand burrowed into your underarm, earning him yelps and cackles. “Definitely ticklish.”
You didn’t realize it at the moment, but the longer he tickled you, the more you sank into his arms. Soft, playful moments were a rarity, especially given the journey you were on. You’d never, ever say it out loud, but you were enjoying yourself. As smug as he was, Gale was being very gentle. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Do you think we could at least agree on that score?”
You hid your face with one hand, letting out a squealing laugh when his hand landed on your stomach. “NOHOHOHO!” You returned, laughing loudly, as you squirmed harder in his lap. He prodded into abdominal muscles and held you a little bit tighter.
“The signs are all there,” He whispered into your ear, teasing you, while he scribbled and poked into your belly. He let go of your arm so that he could use both hands to tickle. You didn’t realize the shift, so you curled into his arms instead of pushing his hands. “There’s the squirming, the squeals, and the laughter, which is quite enchanting…”
You finally grabbed onto his wrists, but still didn’t really stop him. It wasn’t until he gently kneaded his thumbs into the sides of your belly that you finally relented. “OKAHAHAHAY! I’M TIHIHCKLISH, GAHAHALE!”
He immediately stopped, rubbing his palms over your abdomen. “I’m happy we can finally agree on something.” He chuckled. He moved his hands off to the side. “And, I’ll let your cheeky comment slide. What’s more interesting to me is that you had the chance to move my hands, and yet you didn’t. I’m going to make another claim and suggest that you enjoyed yourself.”
You laid your head against his chest, breathing deeply. “And…if I did?” You tried to sound defensive, but there wasn’t any venom in your words. Gale smiled, resting his palm against your cheek.
“Then you’d only be more adorable to me, if that’s even possible.” His thumb rubbed along your skin as he took you in. “Gods, you’re beautiful. And that’s laugh- it’s something of the heavens, truly. I could listen to it all night.”
“But not tonight,” You tapped his nose, chuckling. “I’m exhausted.”
“No matter. I’m sure we’ll have many more nights like these to come. If you’d still like to join me, that is.”
You shifted in his lap so you could face him. You grinned. “I think I could make the time. Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”
“I would love that.” Gale’s smile widened as he leaned into you, and you met him halfway, pressing your lips into his. Maybe it was because you’re both spellcasters, but the kiss was nothing short of magical.
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