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Even the devil has his weakness
Summary: Lucifer loves messing around with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel. His main target is Alastor and he loves playing with the deer demons patience. But what happens when said deer demon runs out of his patience? And what happens when Charlie offers her help to Alastor, so the Radio Demon can get some well deserved revenge? Turns out that even the devil himself has a little weakness of his own...
Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning. Also a little warning for some restrains again (this time for Alastor's and Charlie's safety XD) some mild swearing and a few tiny dirty jokes (I am not sorry for this ;P. But they are harmless, so no worries^^). Again I am NOT a shipper, so please see this as platonic, thank you ;).
Word count: 8800 (I got carried away again. I swear, these fics are getting longer and longer XD)
Authors note: Another revenge story is finished. You can find the previous part here and if you have interest in some more fluffy Hazbin Hotel t-word stories, feel free to check out my masterpost^^
And to the two anons who send me this a few weeks ago:
I tried to add your ideas here, because I found them pretty fitting for the story :3.
PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^
Last but not least I can only say this: I cooked a big meal for you in these last three weeks and I hope you'll enjoy it at least a bit haha. Now please excuse me. I'll go back to hiding under my rock... XD
Even the devil has his weakness
With a long and loud sigh, Alastor dropped onto one of the bar stools and buried his face in his arms, which he had previously placed onto the bar counter.
A behavior, that made Husker raise an eyebrow, because he wasn't used to anything like this from his boss. Alastor was a demon who never lost his composure, who always had everything under control and if that wasn't the case, he never showed his discomfort in front of anyone else.
But today he was the complete opposite from the feared Radio Demon he pretended to be day in and day out and the barkeeper couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards a little in pure amusement.
"Is everything all right, Boss?"
A grumble was the only answer Husker got to his question and that alone amused him even more. He could already guess why Alastor was in such a foul mood and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy watching the demon, who had him on a leash, suffer a little and he could already think of someone who had annoyed him so much that he got into this state now.
A lot had changed since Lucifer had moved into the hotel after the battle against Adam and his angels.
Husker had imagined many things under the name of "Lucifer", but certainly not the fact that the freaking devil himself could be like a hyperactive child when he wanted to be and yes, even for him there were days when he could only shake his head. It wasn't just once that he wished he was somewhere else, just so he could have some peace and quiet from all of these crazy demons and fallen angels around him that slowly drove him nuts.
But his Boss was usually the one who suffered mostly under Lucifer’s presence and that alone was reason enough for him to stay in the hotel and simply enjoy the show. Just as he had done again today…
The day had gone off to a good start, because when Alastor had been preparing lunch for them all in the late morning, Lucifer had appeared in the kitchen and one thing led to another. One tickly claw dragged across his back and Alastor nearly dropped his pot of freshly cooked Jambalaya and that alone would have been the starting signal for the Apocalypse. Fortunately, he had just managed to hold on to the pot just in time, glaring fire arrows at Lucifer, who had just smirked at him, before he had left the kitchen to leave him alone until lunch time.
Revenge followed only an hour later when lunch was served. Alastor had made Lucifer's portion extra spicy and the King of Hell suddenly didn't look so high and mighty anymore, as tears streamed down his bright golden face and sweat drops had gathered on his forehead. But stubborn as he was, he had tried not to let it show how much the spiciness of the food bothered him. Even though his golden face had spoken volumes and in the end he had even asked for a second serving, just so as not to embarrass himself in front of the Radio Demon.
In the afternoon, the quarrel went into the next round and this time it had been Charlie who got caught in the middle of it...literally. The young princess had made herself comfortable on one of the sofas in the lobby, when Alastor and Lucifer joined her. And barely a minute later, the two of them started arguing about who could put a smile on her face the quickest. In the end, it turned into a competition to see who could make Charlie laugh the hardest and the two had tickled the young demoness so much that Husker had to intervene.
Charlie had then quickly disappeared into her room, still laughing, and the two brawlers had looked for something else in which they could beat each other up.
It was now evening and the hotel was finally quiet.
Alastor winced slightly, when Husker put a glass filled with whiskey in front of his face.
"Calms the nerves," was the cat demon's short comment, before he resumed his work, which consisted of polishing a few glasses.
Alastor remained silent, only grumbling softly and downing the glass in one go, much to Husker's amazement.
"I would never have dreamed of, that the dreaded Radio Demon of all people would be sitting at my bar, looking like he needed to get something off his chest."
Alastor would have liked to wipe the broad grin off Husker’s face, but he was too tired and too annoyed even for that. Living with Lucifer was really pulling on his nerve strings and maybe, just maybe, he wasn't entirely innocent. Maybe he should just stop deliberately messing with that dwarf? But...it was so much fun to mess around with him...
"I don't need to get anything off my chest. I just need a few minutes' rest, that's all. Then I'll be off again, as Charlie and I have a few documents to go through and since our dear King isn't in the hotel at the moment, we'll take the opportunity and the peace to get this done quickly," he grumbled quietly.
"All right. But...if you do want to talk, you know where to find me."
Another grumble, louder this time and Alastor stood up without a comment, turned his back on him and disappeared into one of the hotel corridors with a half-hearted wave and he tried to ignore the broad and slightly gleeful grin on Husker's face...
The silence in the hotel lasted an hour until Lucifer returned.
As the devil entered the lobby and let his gaze wander around, he raised an eyebrow questioningly when he saw no one. Except for Husker, who was still standing behind the bar, pulling a face like seven days of acid rain.
"Hey Kitty, where's everyone else gone?"
The cat demon couldn't help growling, when Lucifer directed those words at him. It was bad enough that Angel called him one stupid nickname after another or that Alastor treated him like a pet, but now the King of Hell was starting with this shit too? Could his life get any shittier?
"I don't know. Angel and Vaggie went out earlier to get something for the hotel. I don't know when they'll be back. Niffty's off somewhere taking care of bugs and Charlie and Alastor are upstairs, working on something together."
"Aha, that all sounds totally interesting but...wait a minute…what did you just say? Charlie and Alastor? Up there? Together?"
"I wouldn't worry about that."
The fallen angel raised an eyebrow questioningly as Husker uttered those words. The look Lucifer could see in his eyes set his alarm bells ringing though, but he tried not to let it show. But he didn’t succeed in that at all.
"I should go upstairs and see what they're up to. Just to be on the safe side, you know? After all, I now know who Alastor is and how…dangerous he can be. Not that he'll do anything bad to Charlie. I mean, she's up there all alone with him and this could be quite dangerous you know? I better check on them..."
Even as he spoke, he was already walking towards the corridor that would lead him to his daughter’s room and Husker didn't even get the chance to shout anything after him. It would have been pointless anyway, as Lucifer, still talking to himself, had already turned the next corner and disappeared into the corridor.
The bartender could only roll his eyes with another growl and clap a hand over his face, as he could already see the next catastrophe ahead of him and could only wait for the inevitable bang that would surely follow soon...
Lucifer was oblivious to such thoughts, as he continued to walk down the corridor, muttering quietly to himself. And the closer he got to Charlie's room door, the more nervous he became, as he thought up all sorts of scenarios. Each with the same result: Charlie, undressed, on her bed and a certain deer demon...also undressed...also on her bed...
"Tze, “working on something”. Of course you are. So that's what they call it today, huh?" he growled quietly to himself and he quickened his steps a little more and the closer he got to the door, the faster his heart was pounding in his chest, as he imagined the wildest scenarios in his head that would certainly give him nightmares tonight.
When he reached the door, he paused and listened.
He couldn't hear anything suspicious and no other sound reached his ears...or...hadn't there just been a noise?
He pressed his ear against the door and listened even harder and sure enough, he could hear his daughter's voice on the other side of the door and...
"Alastor..."
He growled out the name and listened intently.
"Are you sure there's enough room on your bed?"
"Of course, Al. Just make yourself comfortable."
Lucifer felt his right eyelid begin to twitch and his claws threatened to dig into the wood of the door.
"May I leave my coat there?"
"Of course you can. But you could have left it in your room in the first place. I mean, you don't need it now anyway, with what we're doing here."
“Fair enough. And Charlie, dear, we don’t need to use your bed. We can always change over to using your desk, if that’s more comfortable for you.”
And that was the straw that broke the camel's back and the moment when Lucifer couldn't hold himself back any longer and let the helicopter dad off the leash.
Growling, he grabbed the doorknob and tore the door open with a loud "AHA! I finally caught you two during..."
He paused abruptly in mid-sentence and took in the image before his eyes at that moment:
Charlie was sitting on her bed, a sea of documents next to her, which she was trying to sort through until the door was ripped open and her father came stomping in. Alastor was standing slightly away from the bed and had just hung his coat over the armrest of an armchair. He looked at Lucifer with wide eyes and couldn't quite process what had just happened or what accusation he was facing all of a sudden.
When it finally made “click” inside his head, his face turned bright red. Partly out of anger and partly out of shame, at having been accused of something like this.
"What the...?! Dad! Have you gone completely mad?"
Charlie said what the Radio Demon was thinking and apparently the young princess was just as annoyed as he was about the accusation. Her scowl just spoke volumes and it made even the devil himself cringe.
"But...I...I mean...I thought you two would...well...you and him, alone in your room…I thought..." the devil stammered to himself and with every word that left his lips, his voice became more desperate and a slight golden glow settled over his face, as the embarrassment now rose within him as well.
"What did you think Dad? That we were having sex here?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie could see how Alastor flinched at the word. She knew he was a demon who refrained from certain physical activities and she respected that and apparently her father hadn't been told about it yet, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here now, golden-faced and stammering helplessly, hoping to find some excuses to justify him stomping into her room like a lunatic. He also seemed to forget the crucial point that she was already together with Vaggie. Oh man, that was so typical of her father. He only heard the name "Alastor" and thought the worst...
"What? No, never, little apple. I would never think that…Uhhh...well...maybe I would? I mean, you two have been spending a lot of time together lately. Can you blame your old man for having second thoughts?"
"Dad! Alastor and I are business partners. We work together. He keeps the hotel running with me and there's a lot of work that we share or sometimes work on together. Nothing more. So relax."
By now, her anger had faded and given way to amusement as she saw the golden blush on her father's cheeks intensify and a sideways glance at Alastor told her that the normally big, bad Radio Demon had now lost his composure as well, which he was desperately trying to regain. He cast death glares in Lucifer's direction and only seemed to be able to stop himself from causing a bloodbath here and now because of Charlie.
"How about the mighty King leaves us alone now, so we can continue our work?" Alastor pressed out behind gritted teeth and Charlie thought the lights in her room flickered briefly, as the Radio Demon’s rage seemed to spread slowly and was almost palpable.
"Calm down, Al," she said, as his eyes turned into radio dials.
"Oh, come on, Rudolph. Don't twist your cute little tail over a simple misunderstanding~."
And that was the spark that detonated the bomb.
With an animalistic growl, Alastor manifested some tentacles from his back, which grabbed the King of Hell, who couldn't react that quickly and before he knew what was happening, he was thrown back-first onto the bed. Documents whirled around, as he fell onto the bed, trickling carelessly to the floor, for Alastor no longer had eyes for them, but only for the prey he had just caught. A smaller tentacle slammed the door of the room shut, while the rest literally tied Lucifer to the bed.
"Charlie, dear, please, make him shut up already. I can't take it anymore!" the deer demon growled, as he sat down on the bed next to Lucifer's head and rubbed his temples with both index fingers, which inevitably made Charlie giggle and earned her a playful glare from the larger demon.
“I am serious. When I hear him speak, my headache is getting a headache too…”
It was always highly amusing to see how quickly her father managed to upset the otherwise so composed and polite deer demon.
"Come on, Al, you're not exactly innocent either. After all, you let my dad provoke you all the time and you provoke him too. It's not just me who's getting fed up with your banters, you know? How about you two finally sort it out?"
"No way!" was the synchronized reply of the two brawlers and now it was Charlie who rubbed both of her temples in frustration.
"Annoying Bambi is my new purpose in life," the King of Hell said with a broad grin on his face and he didn't seem the least bit frightened that he was lying there and could hardly move. He could free himself at any time, but who said that he wanted to? No, he was far too curious about what was going to happen and besides, he was bored anyway. This was a welcome change from the dull afternoon he had spent pretty much on his own. And if he was honest: He hated being alone…
And besides, he would take every opportunity, no matter how small, to annoy this stag. It always worked so well with him. Just like now, because Alastor growled into his face, when he sat down comfortably on the bed above his head and then motioned for Charlie to join him. Which the princess did. However, she sat down at her father's side and grinned down at him.
There was a look in her eyes that made Lucifer feel very uneasy and he felt a nervous flutter in his stomach, which he didn't like at all.
"You really should stop provoking him, Dad. Haven't you teased him more than enough today? At some point it really has to be enough."
"Oh please. What did I do that was so bad?"
"Are you serious?" the Radio Demon hissed with a hint of radio static in his voice and when Lucifer put his head back to look him in the face, the larger demon looked at him so darkly that it sent a little shiver down his spine.
"Now don't be like that. Nothing bad has happened."
"Dad, seriously. Stop it. You almost ruined Alastor's lunch today, which he spent a really long time on, cooking. And what happened after that...well, I don't even want to talk about that."
This earned the young demoness a broad grin from her father and also from Alastor, as they knew what she was referring to: The spontaneous tickle attack in the lobby, which even Husker had had to intervene in.
"Ha, ha, very funny!" she grumbled and she couldn't prevent the slight blush appearing on her cheeks.
"While we're on the subject, I’ve just got the perfect idea to get the excess energy out of you and give Alastor and maybe even me some revenge on you."
The fallen angel looked at her skeptically with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Alastor perked up his ears curiously and hung on Charlie's lips, as she continued talking.
"First you torture Alastor in front of the whole group a few weeks ago, then you almost ruin his lunch and you keep teasing me too all day long."
"Oh come on, Char, Char. I wouldn't call that torture. You saw for yourself that Bambi didn't mind and had a lot of fun, otherwise he wouldn't have provoked me further in the end, so I kept going," the King grinned and waggled his eyebrows mischievously, as he looked up briefly at Alastor and noticed the slight blush on his cheeks that gave him away. But the stag remained silent and vehemently avoided eye contact with him, only grumbling quietly to himself.
"Besides, I could have moved the whole thing to his radio tower. It would have been interesting if the whole of hell had found out that good old Al bleats like a fawn when you tickle him...or that he's ticklish in general."
The Radio Demon's eyes darkened upon hearing this.
"I would strongly advise against that, Your Majesty! I wouldn't want you to end up in my radio tower!"
"Relax, little buck. My lips are sealed. This stays between us, so don't worry. I'm just teasing you a little."
"You've teased me long enough! Charlie is right: we should urgently do something about your excess energy, Your Highness."
"Oho, when you say that, it sounds kind of dirty. Please go on~."
"Charlie! Please, shut him up already!" Alastor growled darkly and he seemed to be on the verge of losing his last bit of patience now.
The princess had to stifle a laugh, as she listened to their bickering. These two really were worse than any demon child she knew. Like a mixture of water and oil. Or rather like the spark that hit dry grass and then ended in an inferno.
But she could understand Alastor and that he was fed up by all the sex jokes that had been raining down on him recently. First it was Angel who had started all of this and now her father was also doing this kind of jokes in his presence. The latest joke had almost made Alastor tear him apart. He was about to leave the hotel to visit his friend, Rosie, and her father had caught this and had called after him, if he was about to go full “bow chicka wow wow” on his “girlfriend”. Fortunately, Charlie could intervene and prevent Alastor from killing her father (not that he was capable of doing this, but he would have destroyed her hotel for sure), as radio dials had appeared in his eyes, spinning dangerously and he had snarled like a beast at him, before she had managed to push him out of the main door of the hotel to separate him from her father…
She was pulled out of her thoughts, as her father kept messing around with Alastor, even in his current predicament. Oh man, he would never learn his lesson…
"What was that, Rudolph? So weak and pathetic that you have to beg my daughter for help? I really expected something different from such a strong and scary demon like you. Or are you not all that, huh? Are you just acting so strong to hide the cute little fawn that's inside you and that I tickled out of you a few weeks ago?"
"Ohhh, that's enough!" Alastor hissed and he clapped his hand over Lucifer's mouth.
"Just shut up!"
He could see the mischievous grin twinkling in the king's eyes and with a startled squeak, he quickly withdrew his hand.
"Did you just lick my hand?"
"Otherwise you wouldn't have taken it from my mouth."
"That's disgusting!" the younger demon grumbled and, bold as he was, he brought his hand to Lucifer's side and wiped the spit off on his coat. The loud squeak that cut the air shortly afterwards surprised him so much that he quickly pulled his hand away and stared down at the King in amazement, who avoided any eye contact with him and was biting his lower lip so as not to give himself away.
"What in the unholy hell was that?"
A giggle, coming from Charlie, drew his attention back to the King's daughter and he looked at her questioningly.
"Actually, I wasn't going to tell you, but it would only have been a matter of time before you found out on your own anyway."
"What? What would I have found out? Come on, my dear, out with it!"
"My father is ticklish. And I don't just mean a little ticklish, I mean really ticklish. Even worse than you." She uttered the last words with a teasing grin, which made Alastor grumble.
"Oh please...I'm not that ticklish..."
"No, of course not. You were just screaming through the whole lobby when my dad and I tickled you."
Alastor's face immediately rivaled his clothes.
"Ohhh, this sight was simply divine~," Lucifer teased him now too. Again with that mischievous twinkle in his eye and a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.
"If I were you, I wouldn't speak such big words anymore, my King. Not after the information I've just heard. In the position you're in right now, it would really be fatal to test that theory, wouldn't it?"
"Charlie is lying..." was all the fallen angel had to say and he pouted like a little child and avoided eye contact with Alastor and his daughter, who giggled again at the words and immediately scooted a little closer to him.
"You know very well that I'm not lying, Dad. You are by far the most ticklish being in the history of creation."
"Now you're totally exaggerating, Char, Char."
"Oh really?"
"Really. Go ahead and try. I can assure you of one thing: You won't get a single sound out of me."
He said this with such seriousness in his voice that one could almost buy it. But Charlie knew better and she was only too happy to accept the challenge. When she looked into Alastor's face, she could see his eyes sparkling with anticipation and she couldn't blame him for having some vengeance pent up inside him that was now desperate to get out. Not only for the tickle attack in the lobby, but also for all the teasing and mean nicknames her father had given him. And she didn’t even start with all the dirty jokes the poor deer had had to endure recently.
"Well, let's see if you can actually keep your word, my King~. If you insist on not being ticklish, then it shouldn't be difficult for you to stay quiet and not laugh," Alastor said, whose grin became so evil that it sent another shiver down the devil's spine. But he lay still with an iron face, looked the Radio Demon firmly in the eyes and clenched his hands into fists, as he felt the tentacles around his wrists and ankles tighten their grip, stretching his arms far above his head and pinning his legs firmly to the bed.
"Do your worst, Bambi! You won't break me!"
Alastor raised an eyebrow questioningly, maintaining eye contact, as he lifted his hands, intending to bring them to the button placket of Lucifer's coat. Before his hands could even touch it, however, it suddenly burst out of the fallen angel. Like lava shooting out of an erupting volcano, his fit of mirthful laughter poured into the room, even though Alastor hadn't done anything yet and Charlie didn't do anything either, just sat next to him and giggled when she saw her father's strong reaction, which didn't come as a surprise to her.
He had always been so ticklish that it was enough already to wiggle her fingers at him to make him laugh and apparently it was still working on him.
"Wow...that went faster than I expected..." Alastor remarked as he watched the King's strong reaction with amusement and could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had imagined the devil much differently back when he had still been a human, but certainly not like this...
"No, no, no! Stop it! Bad Bambi! Bahahahad Bambihihihi! Stohohohohop!!!"
"I'm literally not doing anything. I'm not even touching you!"
Alastor really had to pull himself together not to join in with the King's cheerful laughter. He tried to remain serious, but Lucifer's laughter was so loud, sounded so cheerful and grew louder and higher with every second that he had to bite his own tongue to keep up his serious expression. And yet he hadn't done anything at all. He was just hovering his hands above his body and apparently that was already enough to make him break.
"Is it really that bad?" he asked Charlie and the princess just nodded her head, giggling.
"I told you, he's by far the most ticklish being ever."
"Interesting..."
The grin on the Radio Demon's face took on sinister proportions and he now looked more like the devil than the devil himself. Said devil was now writhing like a worm in his bonds, laughing and begging while literally nothing was happening to him at all. Oh yes, this would be very entertaining for sure…
"Oh, please don't! No! NO! Stop it you two! Please!" Lucifer said, his voice getting higher and squeakier, as Charlie started undoing the buttons on the bottom row of his coat and Alastor took care of the top row, which wasn't so easy, considering that Lucifer was wriggling around like a beached fish and making all sorts of funny noises. But that made it even more entertaining.
"The great and powerful devil, the evil of all mankind, ruler of all demons, most terrible being in the history of creation, can't even stand us just opening a few buttons on his coat. Oh, if my dear Mama could witness that. Then she certainly wouldn't be afraid of you anymore," Alastor teased him as he slowly, more than slowly, undid one button after another, before his hands met Charlie's.
"Y-you shut up, bellhohohop!"
"And why would I do that? Is it suddenly not so funny anymore when you're on the receiving end, getting a taste of your own medicine to try? It's okay to tease and mock me all day, but when the tables are turned, suddenly I’m supposed to shut up? Oh no, no, that's not how this game is played, Your Highness!"
"I have to agree with him there, Dad. You've been teasing him all day. It's only fair that you get a little taste of your own medicine. And since you're always making fun of Alastor, this should be a fitting punishment for you. At least we're giving you a reason to laugh now," Charlie said as she pushed the white coat aside and opened the red and white striped vest to reveal the white shirt her father was wearing underneath.
"He's all yours, Al."
The deer demon didn't need to be told twice. He made himself even more comfortable on the bed, bent a little over Lucifer’s head and very slowly brought both hands to his captive's sides, making tickling motions with his fingers.
"My claws can't wait! But where should they start? Maybe here, on your sides? Or maybe on your ribs? Under your arms? Or maybe on your little belly~? There's so much to choose from..." he said, enjoying the explosive reaction he was getting for his teasing, as Lucifer kept a close eye on his hands and his grin almost threatened to split his face in half. And the closer Alastor brought his hands to his body, the more the Seraph squirmed on the bed and laughed so loudly that Charlie thought it was already echoing through the entire hotel.
It was nice to see and hear her father laughing so light-heartedly again, especially as she knew that he had been going through a lot of depressive phases recently. Even if this was perhaps a little too radical, but he needed that...
"I think I'll start on the sides."
Alastor’s highly playful voice tore her out of her thoughts and she couldn’t help the amused giggle, coming out of her mouth as she enjoyed the show.
"No! No, no, no, no, no, NO! NO! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!!!" Lucifer screeched and he arched his back, laughing loudly, as Alastor's claws were about to touch his sides. But they didn't. Not yet. A few centimeters still separated them from his body, but that alone seemed to be enough to make the oh-so-great King of Hell almost go through the roof with laughter, as phantom tickles spread all over his skin. His body was already trembling and he laughed and squealed and begged, but nothing softened the heart of his tormentor.
"Just look at you. I'm not even touching you and you're already laughing your head off and begging for mercy. I thought neither I nor Charlie could get a single sound out of you? How quickly you broke your word..."
"He didn't get the title 'Father of Lies' for nothing, Al," Charlie said with a grin and she couldn't take her eyes off her father's face. He looked so happy and carefree and seemed to be having the time of his life. His reaction wasn't so strong for nothing, because a lot had built up inside him over the years and it seemed to be bursting out of him all at once. So many pent-up emotions, so much excess energy...all of it came to the surface at once now, bursting out in a wave of laughter and squeals and shrieks and snorts, even though the actual tickle attack hadn't even begun yet.
Tickling Alastor had already been funny, but her father took it to a whole new level and the knowledge, that he allowed them to do this to him, was just the cherry on top, because he could free himself at any time, but chosed not to, as he was clearly having a lot of fun with fooling around like this.
"Okay, okay, okay! I was lying! But like you didn't do that when it was your turn, Alphonso!"
The deer demon gritted his teeth, before a growl rose from his throat again and his ears pinned back.
"Stop calling me those stupid nicknames already!"
"A-and if I don't want to, you grumpy old moose? Then what?"
Alastor felt his eyelid twitch dangerously and for a moment he wrapped himself in silence, until...
"AHHHHH! No! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! Please! Don't do that! Not there! NOT THERE!!!"
Lucifer nearly exploded with laughter, as Alastor brought his claws under his arms and wiggled them across the thin fabric of his shirt. All the while, he kept his eyes on the fallen angel, delighting in his reactions or the way his face scrunched up, before he started laughing so loudly he was sure it could be heard through the walls of the room. He tore at his restraints like a savage, writhing back and forth, but he couldn't escape his fingers as they mercilessly followed his every move.
"Then this “grumpy, old moose” will do this!" Alastor remarked, smirking as he walked his fingers over Lucifer's trembling and surprisingly ticklish arms, before they reached his armpits again and moved over them like spider legs, causing his victim to wince and squeal loudly.
"Okay! OKAHAHAHAY! I'll take it back! AHHH PLEASE! Stohohohop it! Al, pleahahahase!!!"
"Oho, all of a sudden the moose is turning into Al? We're making progress~."
He took his hands out of the angel's armpits and gave him a little break, which Lucifer gratefully accepted, as he dropped back onto the bed and filled his lungs with fresh oxygen. A soft giggle still came out of his mouth, which got a little louder when Charlie wiped two small tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Just a few seconds of tickling is enough to bring the King of Hell to his knees? That's pretty pathetic..."
"Oh, you know what, Alastor? Screw you!"
"What? Can't handle the truth? Can't handle the fact that you're just too ticklish for this world? That I might only need a single claw to defeat you? Oh, what am I talking about? As ticklish as you are, I would only need a small feather to defeat you. Ohhh, just imagine my next broadcast: The King of Hell, defeated by a fluffy little feather, because he is way too ticklish for his own good. Hell would go crazy over this~."
With every word spoken, the golden blush on the fallen angel's cheeks intensified and he mumbled something into his non-existent beard, which the younger demon couldn’t understand. As dark as Lucifer scowled at him, it wasn’t something nice though.
Alastor could hardly believe what he was seeing. He, a mortal soul, brought the King of Hell to his knees with a few simple words. He had truly messed with many demons in the past. Powerful Overlords and other nasty fellows, that hell had to offer, but Lucifer? The Lucifer? The damn devil himself? Bringing him to his knees gave him the greatest feeling of power he had ever felt and yet...there was something else mixed in. It wasn't this sadistic feeling of superiority that was now affecting him, but something completely different: he was having fun. Honest fun. Something he hadn't felt for a while. Since living in the Hazbin Hotel, he found himself giving in to this feeling more and more often. Normally this should worry, even scare him, but it didn’t. Not anymore…
Charlie had been the first to make him feel that way. Then it had been Niffty, and gradually the rest of that crazy gang and now the bloody King of Hell himself. Even though they were often fighting about something, Alastor couldn't deny the fact that he did enjoy these banters. He loved the attention he got and Lucifer still gave him this strange feeling of what it would be like to have a father figure in his life. And he loved this feeling, had started to crave it even, especially after what had happened to him in those past seven years. Of course, he would never admit that in front of him, because the teasing that would follow would most likely drive him to the brink of complete madness and made him move out of the hotel and to Cannibal town, just to safe the last bit of his reputation and dignity.
So he kept his thoughts to himself and concentrated fully on the here and now again, because he wanted to carry on and he secretly hoped that this incredibly ticklish angel could hold out a little longer, because he didn't want it to end so soon.
As defiant as Lucifer looked at him a moment later, Alastor knew he could still take a lot, because the next teasing wasn't long in coming either and was meant to deliberately provoke him.
Apparently, Alastor wasn't the only one having fun with this silly situation...
"I can help you with feathers, little fawn. A lot of feathers, in fact. I have six wings full of them. If you wanted them, you should have just told me when you were lying here in my place. But...we can test it out sometime. Let's see how long you can stand it, huh?"
"Stand what?"
"My wingtips under your arms, on your sides, your belly, your ears, just everywhere~. Let's see how long it would take me to break you. You're making fun of me and that I'm so ticklish? Damn big words for someone who begged for mercy himself and only because I tickled his little tummy. Do you still remember that? That would also be worthy of a special broadcast: the big, bad Radio Demon can easily be brought to his knees. Just poke him in the sides and he's on the ground. Do some scratchy, scratchy to his widdle belly and he bleats like a fawn~."
Now it was Alastor's turn to turn bright red, as he just imagined this.
Great. This wasn't supposed to be like this. After all, he was the one who had tied Lucifer to the bed and was the one in charge here! He was the one tickling and teasing him and not the other way around! And yet the devil actually managed to turn the tables and throw him completely off his act with those teasing words, flustering him beyond belief. Charlie's giggling didn't make it any better; it made it worse, if that was even possible.
"Ohhh, come on, Alphonso~. I can hear your widdle tail wagging~. Looks like you really can’t wait that I test that theory, huh? And I will, be sure about that and then…Awww, now don't look at me with such bewilderment. I've known about your cute tail for a long time by now, but kept it to myself. Do you really think I missed how much it wagged when I tickled you in the lobby? Please. I noticed this right away, but didn’t say anything.”
"Stop it already..." Alastor grumbled and at that moment he seriously considered calling the whole thing off and merging with the shadows in order to get out of this embarrassing situation with some dignity left. But...that would have little to do with dignity. He would look like a coward and only show Lucifer that he was weak. He had to be strong and just rise above it. And he had to get his damn face color back under control, which wasn't even that easy when you were on the receiving end of the teasing. And his stupid tail needed to stop wagging too! That had been happening far too often lately! A little bit too often, for his taste. Oh man. Since he lived in this blasted hotel, his reputation as a feared monster was truly gone…
"Stop? Oh no, no, no, buck. I'm just getting started~. Did you know that angel feathers tickle much worse than normal feathers? No, I'm sure you didn't know that, but I'd be happy to show you. Or you can just ask my little Charlie here. She's already had her experiences with my feathers. Back then, when she got really cheeky with her old man. I pinned her down, spread my wings and then...AHHH! SHIT! CHAHAHAHARLIE!!!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Charlie had dug her fingers into his belly to quickly silencing him. Still giggling, but now also with a slight blush on her cheeks, she continued to tickle her father, not giving him a chance to finish his story. Much to the amusement of Alastor, who watched the whole thing with an amused shake of his head.
If anyone had told him before he died that this was what life in hell would be like, he would have labeled them as completely crazy.
"Aren't you going to help me, Al?"
His grin widened when Charlie asked him this question and without answering her verbally, he brought his claws back to Lucifer's body. While Charlie took care of his belly, Alastor took care of his sides, ribs and armpits, switching back and forth between the spots to keep Lucifer guessing, scratching under his arms, playing his ribs like a piano, squeezing his sides and it wasn't long before the room was filled with lots of merry laughter, loud squeals and all sorts of other funny noises, coming from Lucifer. And Alastor tried to ignore the fact that his tail was already becoming a propeller again; wagging so fast it was witness to the fact that he was still having much fun and Charlie felt no different, for she was also having the time of her life right now.
"You should have told me much earlier that he is so ticklish, dear. If I had known, it would be so easy to shut him up. I would have done this much earlier," Alastor remarked with an amused smirk and he couldn't take his eyes off Lucifer's face anymore, as he let his claws slowly stroke over his sides. Up and down and on and on, making the fallen angel jump beneath him and he tried so hard to wriggle away from the claws. His limbs tore desperately at the tentacles, but they didn't give him free and he simply had to surrender to the tickle attack.
"Stop, stop, stohohohohop, AHHH! PLEAHAHAHASE! T-two against one isn't fahahahahair!!!" the devil squeezed out under his laughing fit and he arched his back as much as he could when Alastor had found a particularly ticklish spot on his upper ribs and lingered there, just moving his index fingers teasingly over that one little spot. If he hadn't been holding Lucifer down with his tentacles, he was sure he would be jumping through the ceiling right now.
"We never said this was going to be fair~, Charlie teased him, as she was about to push his shirt up a little, only to let her fingers teasingly brush over his now bare belly. Very slowly, from one side to the other and she giggled herself as she saw the muscles twitching wildly under the pale skin and at the same time loud squeals mingled with her father's laughter.
"Pah! He tells me I can't take what I dish out, but he's not much better himself. He can't stand his own medicine at all," Alastor remarked, his grin almost splitting his own face in half. He let his index fingers slide agonizingly slowly from his ribs up into the angel's armpits again and scratched gently over the thin fabric of his shirt. His captive's laughter grew a little louder and even his hips lifted off of the bed for a second. Apparently a good spot to linger for a while...
“S-Stahahahahap ihihihihit!”
"Ohhh, what's the matter, my King? Does that tickle? But I thought you weren't ticklish? Then it shouldn't bother you at all. So why are you laughing then? Did Charlie and I perhaps do or say something funny? Don't you want to share the joke with us?"
"Y-your fahahahce is the joke, Bahahahambihihihi!"
Charlie giggled in amusement, as she saw how Alastor pinned his ears back again and gave her an annoyed look.
"After all that, he's still got such a big mouth?"
"You should know by now that my father never learns his lesson."
"He'll learn this one. We'll make sure of that..." the stag growled darkly and he focused again on that wriggling something under his claws.
"Where is he most ticklish?"
Lucifer's eyes widened and he looked pleadingly at his daughter, but she just grinned and waggled her eyebrows mischievously before looking at Alastor again.
"Try his shoulder blades. Where his wings normally meet his back. He can barely stand it."
"CHAHAHAHARLIE! Y-you little traitor! AHHHH! NOHOHOHO!!! Damn you, Alastohohohor! Get your hahahahands off mehehehe!!! Th-thahahat’s an order from your kihihihing!!!"
"If you would say the command with a little more seriousness, I might even be inclined to obey. Just stop laughing and I'll take my hands away immediately…my King~"
Alastor's grin turned slightly sadistic, as he saw Lucifer try to say something back, but all that came out of his mouth was some stammering that he couldn't provide, before a loud scream broke out of him and he began to squirm as hard as he could under the attack, as Alastor slid his hands between the mattress and his back and carefully searched for the spot Charlie had mentioned and apparently he had found it right away, judging by the explosive reaction he was receiving, as he dug his claws in.
He was all the more shocked when the wings of the fallen angel suddenly manifested themselves and almost swept him off the bed. Three pairs of huge, beautiful white and red wings were now lying there, right in front of him, shaking already and Alastor paused in his attack for a moment so that he could process the sight before his eyes. He simply ignored Charlie's amused giggles and the fact that Lucifer was still laughing like a maniac, as the princess continued to tickle his belly. At that moment, Alastor only had eyes for those glorious wings and he wanted to bury his hands in that mass of fluffy feathers. But he held back, for reasons unknown to himself.
Perhaps it was because he considered the wings of an angel to be one of his most sensitive parts and something like that was not something you just touched? After all, he didn't want to be touched on his ears or his tail just like that.
Strange that it was down here in hell that he suddenly learned something like morals...
Charlie's cheerful laughter snapped him out of his thoughts and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before winking mischievously at him when she apparently understood why he was suddenly so quiet, causing him to tilt his head questioningly.
"His wings are great, aren't they?" she asked, stopping her tickle attack for a moment, to let her father breathe.
Apparently she had noticed his dreamy look, which immediately brought a blush to his cheeks again and he nodded his head shyly.
"Even I have to admit that they're quite...okay," he mumbled, slightly embarrassed that she could read him like an open book.
Yes, he was just far too proud to admit that he had never seen anything more beautiful than those wings. Where would he end up if he admitted something like that out loud? And then in front of Lucifer? After all, he still wanted to keep a little bit of his dignity!
"Quite okay? They're the best thing you'll ever see in your life, Rudolph! And I can assure you of one thing: You'll soon be feeling them! Every. Single. Feather! Just you wait until I get my hands on you! I am so going to make you pay for this! Same goes for you, Charlie!"
The Radio Demon couldn't help rolling his eyes, but he tried to ignore the slight shiver that ran down his spine at Lucifer's threat and he could feel his thin fur bristling under his clothes as he was just looking at those wings and imagining how much it would tickle when those feathers touched his skin...
"That can get pretty nasty indeed. Just too bad your strongest tickle weapons are also your Achilles heel, Dad."
Alastor’s ears immediately perked up at this.
"Charlie! Stop saying things like that!"
"Why should I? I'm just making sure the odds are even if you feel like giving Al a taste of your feathers."
Lucifer was about to say something in response, but all that came out of his mouth was a loud, high-pitched scream, as he felt claws curiously slipping under his feathers, searching for the soft skin beneath. When they found it and when they started to wiggle, his laughter faded briefly into silence and his wings began flapping wildly up and down and Alastor had to be careful not to get hit. The documents from before flew through the whole room now along with a few smaller feathers from his wings and Alastor and also Charlie really had to be careful now not to get hit by one of those massive wings.
"Oh my, I didn't expect such a strong reaction..." the Radio Demon remarked with an evil grin and he carried on happily, telling Charlie to do the same, which the princess didn't need to be told twice.
“GODDAMNIT YOU TWO! AHAHAHA STOP! STOP! STOP! NOT MY WIHIHIHIHNGS! OH PLEAHAHAHASE! COME OHOHOHON! STAHAHAHAP!!” he shrieked as his laughter faded into silence once again.
They ignored his begging and while Alastor took care of the top set wings, Charlie pressed her lips against Lucifer's belly and blew a big raspberry into his skin. Another loud scream cut the air, as the devil had regained his voice, which not only made Charlie's ears ring, but Alastor's as well and the deer demon had to let go of the king’s wings and quickly grabbed his wrists with his own hands now, sensing that Lucifer was now seriously trying to break free from his tendrils, as Charlie dug her fingers into the bottom pair of his wings.
"Damn it, he's strong!!!" Alastor growled and he had to concentrate all his strength to keep him pinned to the bed, as he got to feel a tiny bit of the true power of the Seraph.
"I can't hold him much longer, Charlie, be careful," he warned the princess and only a few moments later, Lucifer managed to break free from his grip. The tendrils let go of him and disappeared and Alastor let go of his wrists at the same time and the devil disappeared in a cloud of golden dust, only to reappear at the other end of the room.
Still giggling softly, he rubbed his arms over his sides to get rid of the phantom tickles that were still maltreating his body and he quickly hid his wings again. His hair was a mess, as his hat had fallen off his head right at the beginning and was now lying carelessly on the floor next to the bedside table. His stomach muscles burned like fire and yet it was one of the best feelings for him, because it had been a long time since he had laughed this hard. He felt as light as a feather himself at that moment. As if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders...
"And they call me the devil. You two are the real devils here!" he said, as he wiped a few tears from his eyes, but his persistent giggle and broad, happy grin took all the venom out of his words and he showed Charlie and Alastor that he wasn't serious with what he had just said, that he just meant it in a playful way.
"I take that as a compliment," Alastor replied, who gave the fallen angel an amused grin, just as Charlie did.
"I'll take your word for it, bellhop."
"If you want a second round, you're welcome back on the bed. I'm sure your daughter would keep me company again."
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. Don't you two have something else to do? Like going through some documents?"
“You mean the documents that are now scatted through the whole room, because of you?”
“Now come on, Bambi. I am pretty sure you, as the facility manager of the hotel, can clean this up in a second.”
“Oh, why you little…”
Lucifer smirked.
“Heh, gotcha!”
"Dad, stop. You’re stalling now."
Charlie's highly amused words caused the glint of gold to return to his cheeks and he quickly cleared his throat, embarrassed.
"I'm not stalling at all!"
"Oh no?"
"No, Char, Char. I just remembered that I have something important to do myself."
"So? And what could that be, Your Majesty?" Alastor asked him teasingly.
"Something very, very important. So important that I'd rather keep it to myself. Well then, you two, see you around."
And in the next second, Lucifer was gone, leaving Alastor and Charlie sitting on the now messy bed in a mess of documents and feathers all around them, totally bewildered but still highly amused.
Did Lucifer learn his lesson that day?
Probably not...
Oh yes, life at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't easy and yet Alastor didn't want to be anywhere else but here.
As he had already said it to Niffty a few weeks ago:
One could really get used to this crazy bunch of demons and fallen angels...
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Lee namjoon😻😻
The Hobi cheer up pt. 2
AN: This is part 2 of a series that will consist of 7 parts. I hope you like it!
Lee: Namjoon
Ler: J-hope
༉‧₊˚🖇🖤❀༉‧₊˚.
"Namjoon, please come here for a moment!" Jin's voice echoed through the bangtan dorm.
Namjoon didn't react. In fact, he hadn't even heard it. He sat in his room, where he had set up his own little studio, and worked.
"Is he working again?" Jungkook asked his hyungs.
"Yup," Taehyung replied, who was about to lose to Jimin in overwatch.
"But we're off this week, aren't we?" asked Jin, confused.
"You know Namjoon hyung. He's always working," Jimin intervened.
"Listen, I'm going upstairs now and then he won't be working anymore," said J-hope confidently and left the living room.
"Do you think Hobi hyung will make it?" asked Jungkook with interest.
"I bet against it. And if he does make it, I'll buy you 10 banana milks," said Suga.
In the meantime, J-hope had arrived at his destination and entered the leader's room without hesitation.
"Hey… why don't you knock!?" shouted Namjoon, who was scared to death.
"Why don't you take a break?" J-hope asked surprisingly calmly.
"Why should I?" asked Rm, slightly annoyed but also puzzled.
"Why you should? Are you serious? It's our time off and you're working here all day!" the older one remarked.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stop now so can you please leave?" Namjoon asked, annoyed.
"No," Hoseok replied without hesitation.
"Go away!" said the younger one much louder now. You could tell he wasn't in the best of moods.
"Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon…I really wanted to avoid this, but you leave me no other choice," J-hope muttered. That sent a shiver down the younger boy's spine, but he didn't give it a second thought.
Suddenly, J-hope came closer and closer until he was standing right in front of the chair Namjoon was sitting on.
"You need a Hobi cheer up," he said before poking Namjoon in the side.
He immediately flinched away and pressed himself against the other side of the chair as best he could.
But that didn't bother Hobi in the slightest and now he alternately poked Namjoon's left side and then his right.
Namjoon tried to suppress his giggles, but failed miserably. His only hope was to fall off the chair and run away, which he now tried to do. But he failed again when J-hope simply pinned him to the floor, hands up.
Inside, he cursed himself, because now his hyung only had more room to tickle him.
"How cute," J-hope teased him before starting to run a finger along his armpits.
"Hoba, pleahahase stahahap!" Namjoon laughed helplessly.
"I quote….why should I?" his hyung just laughed and began to tickle his armpits properly now.
"Whahahat hahahave I dahane to you?" asked Namjoon in desperation. This whole situation was so embarrassing for him and what's more, he was supposed to be working right now.
"You're asking that? You overworked yourself but you can't admit it, you shouted at me, you wanted me to go away and you wanted to escape my cheer up! And now you're asking what you did to me?"
With each of these sentences, J-hope's devilish hands, which were currently tickling Namjoon's ribs, became faster.
It was pure torture, but at the same time the leader was somehow happy to be able to relax for a moment without worrying about everything.
"I wonder where else you are ticklish." Hoseok runs his nails down to RM's belly button. He paused for a second to start tickling his belly button unexpectedly.
"NO ." Namjoon yelped and started laughing. But both of them knew taht the worst was still to come
"Ohhh is the little giggly one ticklish there? Tickle tickle." J-hope teases. Five more minutes into the belly button ticking and he decided to go for the leaders worst spot.
He let go of Namjoon's arms and took his feet in a firm grip instead.
"Hobi please! I'm happy now and I'm not going to work anymore," Namjoon begged, already suspecting what his hyung was up to.
"I'm sorry, but you need and you want this," Hoseok said as he slowly and tortuously removed Namjoon's socks.
Namjoon giggled nervously and just prayed that it would be over quickly and that he could forget that this whole embarrassing situation had never happened.
But he had probably been praying to the wrong gods, because before Hoseok could even begin, the door suddenly opened and the 95 line entered the room.
At first, everyone just stared at each other, puzzled, until Hobi called the two troublemakers over and asked them to help him.
And so the real torture began. Hoseok held Namjoon's right foot and gently stroked it with his finger. Normally, this wouldn't tickle too much, but since Jimin and Taehyung were wrecking his left foot, Namjoon's laughter was hysterical.
They didn't forgot a spot. First they poked his soles, then they scratched them just to poke again. They even scratched each of his toes individually.
"GUYS PLEAHAHSE", Namjoon laughed and squirmed.
After a few more minutes, J-hope finally had mercy and everyone let go of Namjoon.
Just as for JK he made sure that his friend was truly happy now before they returned to the living room.
And now Namjoon knew that he shouldn't mess with his hyung. By the way legends say that Jungkook deserves 10 banana milks now.
Hope you guys like it! Which member next? 💜
(I'm still improving my writing so of course it's not perfect)
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I saw a Turkish channel. So there is a Turkish team and this team generally shoots different content, sometimes vlogs, sometimes challenges, sometimes games, sometimes critical videos. Frankly, I don't fully understand what they're saying, but I'm having so much fun watching it for no reason! Sir, they are all very sweet, one in particular catches my attention and I usually watch this man's videos.
Normally, I am not someone who watches YouTube very much, so the number of channels I watch is very few. And I'm not curious about the tickling scenes of any of them, but I'm very curious about the tickling scenes of everyone in this team, especially the guy who caught my attention and whom I think is very cute. Unfortunately I couldn't find much and I have no idea if it's ticklish or not, which is a bit annoying because I really want it to be he ticklish. Also seriously, if this team had tickling fics, I'd be one of the first to read them. I can even recognize Lee and ler in my head, oh, so beautiful. If I could write, I would love to write it myself. I love sharing the things I see with people, but unfortunately I'm not a writer so I think I need to find a writer for this. Of course, I think only Turks know this channel, so it's a bit difficult.
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ahhh may this is so sweet ko! I AM SERIOUS! I LIKE THIS SO MUCH!
You wrote so much tatal that it will make me want more requests from you! Of course, if you write, but of course I'm joking😍
Thank you for accepting my request💗💗💗💗💗
HELLO!
In your last post, you wrote to a user, "I can do it if you want, send me a plan." Ah, I'm not that person and I can give you another example of fiction. I don't know if you can do it, but I still want you to try!
My fic is about Lee Namjoon.
Namjoon is generally a person who constantly tickles the members. So, judging by the moments, it is.
Namjoon loves to tease and tickle them, but now all the members want to take revenge on him and catch him.
and they realize that this man tickling them is very ticklish and they tickle torture him
Can you make a Lee Namjoon and ler Bts story like this? Please🥹💗
This is my first fanfic! I don't know how well this will be received, but I hope you enjoy it! As I was writing it, it turned into something a bit different. Thank you very much for requesting, and I'm sorry it's taken so long.
Leader's Plight
Lee!Namjoon, Ler!BTS
It was a calm day for the Bangtan boys. A day where they had a light schedule. These days were few and far between, so all seven of them took advantage of it.
Most of them were resting. Others were watching TV. Overall, just a calm and peaceful day.
"HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!!"
Well, it WAS anyway. Five of the guys met outside their rooms, confused looks on all of their faces.
"What in the world was that?" Jimin was the first to speak up.
"I dunno, but it woke me up," Yoongi mumbled, clearly agitated.
"It sounded like it came from Jin hyung's room."
Taehyung was right. With his room being closest to Seokjin's, he could easily tell. (A/N I don't know how their rooms are set up so just work with me on this). They all agreed and followed the laughter to the eldest's room. What awaited them on the other side, however, was not what they expected.
"JIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUNG KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!!"
Directly in front of them, in the middle of the floor, was Namjoon, their leader. In a writhing mass of laughter. And who was causing all of this? Seokjin, the eldest of the seven.
The other five boys stood in awe of what was happening. They never thought that their strong leader would be this ticklish!
"Whoa! How did this start?" Hoseok asked with a grin on his face.
Jin paused his attack on Namjoon, leaving the younger to gasp for air on the floor.
"This brat thought he could get away with forgetting to use 'hyung' after my name!" He exclaimed dramatically. He wasn't really angry or upset at Namjoon. He just felt like teasing him for it.
The others knew this too, but they decided to play along with their oldest hyung. After all, it wasn't often that Namjoon was the victim of a tickle attack. 99% of the time, he was the one who started them. And, well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for revenge~.
"Ooooo hyungie is in trouble!" Jungkook couldn't resist approaching his favorite member and wiggling his fingers at him.
"You little brat!" Namjoon felt his face heat up as he reached out and squeezed the youngest's side.
"EHEHEY!" Jungkook quickly pinned Namjoon's hands down. "I'm not the one who forgot to be respectful to our wonderful Jin-hyung"
"Ahhh Joonie you should know better~!" Hobi mischievously smirked.
"So disrespectful!" Jimin shook his head, slowly kneeling down beside Jungkook.
"I think you've earned yourself this punishment, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said.
Namjoon tried wriggling away, but unfortunately Jin had too strong of a hold on him still. "Wahahahait guys we can talk about thihihis!"
Taehyung, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"
The others looked at him expectantly. "What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, his big eyes wide with curiosity.
"Namjoonie hyung tickles us all the time! We never get to see him like this!" Tae couldn't help but smile in glee.
Everyone gasped happily. Except the young man in question. "TAEHYUNG-AH!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was now.
Jin, meanwhile, was growing impatient. "Ya, are you all going to stand there or help me with him?" He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
The others didn't say another word before they all pounced on their leader. Jungkook near his head, tickling his neck, Jimin and Taehyung going after his feet, Hoseok and Yoongi at his armpits, and Jin still at his original spot at his sides and stomach.
The response was immediate. "GAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO!!" Namjoon's hyena-like laughter exploded into the air. He couldn't focus on anything except the ticklish sensations. Try as hard as he might, there was no way he could escape!
"This is your punishment Joonie! Take it like a man!" Jin said playfully, digging into the poor boy's sides.
"I'm just happy to finally be tickling him instead of the other way around!" Tae exclaimed happily. He was currently scratching the leader's left sole with his long nails, eliciting screams of laughter from him. The other maknaes nodded in agreement.
"Tickle tickle tickle Namjoonie!" Hobi teased in a high-pitched voice while scribbling away at Namjoon's left armpit.
"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!" Dang it, why did Hobi have to be so good at teasing? Probably practiced on the maknaes. He attempted to hide his face by turning his head away from Hobi, but was met with Jungkook's wriggling fingers in his neck.
"Awwww hyungie is shy!" Jungkook cooed. He leaned down close to Namjoon's ear. "Coochie coo hyung~"
This caused Namjoon to squeal loudly. "JUNGKOHOHOHOHOOK YOU BRAHAHAHAT!" His thrashing intensified.
Yoongi could see that he was getting close to his limit, so he motioned for everyone to slow down, but not completely stop. "Hang on everyone," he said. "There's something I want to do before we kill him."
The others watched to see the show Yoongi was gonna pull. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked at him in terror.
"Hyuhuhung noho dohohon't! I know that lohohohook!" Anticipatory giggles flowed out of his mouth.
"What look?" Oh, that liar. Anyone could recognize that sly evil look on his face. And he knew it too. It wasn't often, but nearly every one of the members had experienced this at one point. And they all feared it.
"Hyuhuhung dohohon't you dahahaHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Namjoon screamed in laughter as Yoongi had lifted his shirt and blown a massive raspberry right on his navel. The other members couldn't help but smile in awe as their beloved leader was reduced to a laughing writhing mess on the floor. Taehyung was right, it was a happy sight to see him being tickled to happy tears for a change.
Eventually, Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. "HYUHUHUHUNG *snort* ENOHOHOHOUGH STOHOHO*hic*HOHOP!!"
Yoongi stopped immediately and rubbed Namjoon's stomach. Everyone else crowded around him to make sure he was okay.
"Are you alright Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asked with concern.
Jungkook sat him up and started rubbing his back to help him breathe better. "Did we go too far?"
Namjoon breathed heavily while stroking Taehyung's head. The younger boy had made his way into Namjoon's lap, hugging him. "I'm okay guys. You didn't go too far." Though he sounded tired, and he was, deep down he felt really happy. He didn't realize how much he need that.
Everyone crowded in for a big group hug. They were really lucky to have each other. Even if they could be annoying at times. Namjoon took a moment to consider this and welcomed the embrace. He really was the luckiest guy on the planet.
It was a calm and peaceful day once again.
"Did anyone notice that Joonie didn't say stop until the very end?"
"J-HOPE!!"
Well, it was anyway.
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Ahh it would be great if a fic was written about this. I imagine jin, taehyung and namjoon are playing uno and namjoon is secretly cheating and taehyung notices it and tries to kick him out of the game. After bickering with each other for a long time, Namjoon comes up with a good idea to tickle him to silence him, but Taehyung comes up with a good plan that will surprise him. oh someone needs to write a fic like this.
Joonie: I’m gonna wreck you so bad Tae
*Joon wiggles his fingers threateningly*
Tae:
Joon: Ah shit.
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Massaging a discovery
Lee: Namjoon
Ler: Bts
Summary: Jungkook gives Namjoon a foot massage after noticing how much pain he was in from walking back to their hotel room.
Warnings: the cut off image is not mine, nor do I take any credit! | never done a foot tkl fanfic before so uh, be respectful. This is not a fetish post | tickling |
This idea was from an Anon from this <- post
I would also like to say that any further concepts, ideas, or pairings will be drabbles, which are short fanfics, due to the lack of me keeping up with longer projects that are currently sitting in my drafts.
Don't worry though! You can request a longer fanfic from me; just let me know with your idea or pairing so it doesn't accidentally turn up as a drabble!
Enjoy!
The members were peacefully chilling in the hotel room that they booked in for. They just got done with a live concert that had them utterly exhausted, but nonetheless were proud of themselves for putting in so much effort to make Army happy.
After some time had passed, Hoseok and Yoongi decided they wanted to go down to where the drinks are, leaving the rest in the room.
"Hey, Namjoon? You looked like your feet were hurting when walking to our room, do you need a massage?" Jungkook asked softly. He knows how stressed Namjoon gets after these concerts; concerning how well he tries to hide his physical pain from using all of his stamina on stage worries the other members frequently, and Jungkook had enough of it. He was wanting to help his hyung in any way he could.
"Uhm.. Are you sure? You don't have to. I was most likely going to sleep it off." Namjoon said carefully. Due to the amount of stress he was in, he tried not to sound mad at Jungkook for a simple question due to mostly being tired ready.
"Yeah, I'm sure Hyung! You seem like you're in pain, so I just wanted to help." Jungkook reassured Namjoon. He then begun to walk up to the leader.
"If you insist.. Thank you, Jungkook-ahh." Namjoon weakly said. He went over to one of the beds and sat comfortably on it, handing Jungkook one of his socked feet.
"If I go too rough where it starts to have you in more pain then let me know, Hyung!" Jungkook said, gently grabbing the foot that was gifted to him. He sat on the floor so he was leveled evenly with the bed.
Namjoon just nodded his head slightly to Jungkook's request, and then pulled out his phone to distract himself from possibly zoning out later on in the massage.
Jungkook was careful with Namjoon. Although he was the one who asked if he wanted a massage, he still felt like there was a tiny bit of hesitation from Namjoon's voice. He wondered what that could of meant.
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Time went on as the massage was happening. That was when Hoseok and Yoongi came back in time with seven drinks for all of them.
"I'm still mad that they didn't have Sprite.. All they had was flavored water, or other soda's." Hoseok said with a dramatic pout.
"It's fine, Hoseok. We can probably get sprite on the ride back to our studio." Jimin said, giving Hoseok a reassuring pat to the back.
"You guys didn't have to get me anything. I was going to go straight to bed after Jungkook was done massaging my feet." Namjoon said. He turned his head to Yoongi who was passing out drinks to everyone with a blank face.
"The golden Maknae giving our leader a massage? I'm quite surprised." Yoongi said, giving Jungkook his drink.
"What do you mean? I'm a master at giving massages!" Jungkook said. That was when he carefully massaged The sole of Namjoon's foot that caused quite a reaction from said leader. He managed to have Namjoon flintch his captive foot back a little on instinct.
"Woah, Namjoon.. You okay?" Jungkook stopped his working hands and looked up at Namjoon with a concerning look.
This also caused a look from Yoongi who was then setting Namjoon's drink on a dresser closest to the bed that he was sitting at.
"Uh.. N-no, you're good." Was all Namjoon could say before trying to come up with an excuse. He heard Yoongi scoff at that. Although Yoongi didn't say anything, he still knew what Yoongi had thought of the situation.
"You sure? I can stop if it's hurting you too much."
"No, you can keep going if you want, you just.. surprised me was all." Namjoon then looked away from Jungkook's gaze, not knowing where to look now that this reaction made him awkward.
"If you insist, Hyung!" Jungkook said, and went back to massaging his sole.
Namjoon was prepared this time, and fought back the flintch that was wanting to let loose now that Jungkook was focusing on his sole more. It's not that Jungkook was wanting to target that spot specifically, but it was because he thought that was where the pain was resignating the most since he caused his foot to flinch like that.
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Some more time went on. Jungkook finally ceased the foot that he was massaging, and went for the other one. Surely It can't be worse than the first one he massaged, right?
While Namjoon desperately tried to suppress any reaction to Jungkook's skilled hands: Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung were fast asleep, while Hoseok and Yoongi were still up. They were paying attention to whatever was casted on their phones; same goes for Namjoon who was also paying attention to what was on his phone, but he was also getting tired by how well Jungkook was massaging his foot.
It was then when Jungkook went for his sole that caused another flinch, but this time, Namjoon was too tired to hold in a giggle that escaped his throat.
"Namjoon.. Are you sure you're okay? Everytime I press on your soles, you seem to flinch. And this time you.. Giggled, was it?" Jungkook said with a slight smirk. He kind of knew what was going on, but was wanting to drag it on.
".. Uhm... N-no, I'm fine.. I wasn't expecting the touch." Namjoon said awkwardly.
This caused Hoseok and Yoongi to look up at the scene that unfolded before them out of curiosity.
"Are you sure you're not just ticklish, Hyung? It's okay to be ticklish on your feet." Jungkook decided to break the barrier and just go for the question. He then emphasized his statement with a few pokes to Namjoon's sole.
"N-noho.. I'm not ticklish, Jungkook-ahh. Something on my phone just made me laugh." Namjoon tried to lie his way through the embarrassment. He saw the way that Hoseok and Yoongi were looking at him; they were wanting him to keep going, to cause more of a reaction.
"If you say so!" Jungkook said, and continued to "massage" his feet, which caused Namjoon to muffle a few giggles that were desperately wanting to escape.
Hoseok got an idea and started to rise up from where he was sat, and moved to sit next to Namjoon. He placed one arm over his shoulder, and shook his body from side to side a little to get him annoyed rather than to have him question in annoyance on why he decided to sit next to him.
Yoongi did so as well, now catching on that Jungkook wasn't going to let up on what he just found with Namjoon. He sat on the other side, but kept his hands to himself.
"What? are you guys wanting a massage too?" Jungkook said, pressing harder on Namjoon's sole, earning a gasp and a chuckle from his hyung.
"Nah, we just came over here because the bed was more comfortable than the couch. Please, do continue the massage. Don't let us distract your onslaught." Yoongi said with a playful tone in his voice. He leaned back on his elbows, motioning Hoseok to do the same so he can discuss what they should do now that they're sitting next to Jungkook's victim.
"Wow, Namjoon. You sure are finding a lot of funny content on your phone to be giggling this much!" Jungkook said, looking at Namjoon's who was now trying to cover his face with his phone without it becoming too obvious.
"Y-yuhuhup.. Juhuhust ohon a meheme hashtag-!" Namjoon said quietly, also trying to not wake up the rest who were peacefully sleeping.
"You know Hoseok, statistics state matter of factly that people are proned to be more ticklish on their feet than anywhere else on their body, did you know that?" Yoongi blurted out all of a sudden.
This made Namjoon's face turn into a light shade of pink due to embarrassment.
"Wow, Yoongi! I never realised that. I mean, I know people are ticklish on their feet, but I never knew that it's more common to be ticklish there than anywhere else on there body. Did you know that Jungkook?" Hoseok asked, trying to sound clueless to the obvious.
"I didn't know that either! At least Namjoon isn't ticklish on his feet since I'm the one giving him a massage, right hyung?" Jungkook said giving him a few pokes on his foot.
"R-rihihight, Jungkook.. Tohohotally truhue on that one!" Namjoon stumbled on his words, trying to sound like he was laughing at what was on his phone once again.
"You know, Jungkook. Massages don't typically set off people's nervous system unless they are thinking about how much a massage would tickle, or if they genuinely know that the one who massages them are doing it on purpose to make them laugh. Why don't you try it on Namjoon?" Yoongi said with a smirk.
"Uhuhm.. Noho, let's not! I'him already not tihihicklish.. And I'm getting prehetty tired Soho.. I think it's time for me to goho to bed!" Namjoon tried to excuse his way out of this torturous situation.
"Now, hold on Hyung! I think what Yoongi said was a great idea!" Jungkook said, now holding his foot with a firm grip.
"Surely this wouldn't affect you if you were ticklish!" Jungkook then scribbled his fingers on Namjoons sole, earning a gasp and a few giggles that were soon muffled into the leaders hand.
"Wow, that was a change in demeanor." Yoongi said, lifting up one of his hands to poke at Namjoon's side.
Namjoon flinched by Yoongi's touch, now being aware as to why hoseok and Yoongi sat next to him all along.
"Juhuhngkook, stohohop.. I-ihi'm nohot ticklish!" Namjoon said into his hand, fully neglecting his phone that was placed next to him on the bed, and used his other hand to also cover his mouth.
"Really, Hyung? Because I beg to differ." Jungkook then digged a single finger in the middle of his foot, and twisted it to cause a bigger reaction from his leader.
"AAH!- Juhuhunkoook, stahahahp! Ohoho myhyhy gOHOHohod!" Namjoon said, curling in on himself the best that could when his foot was currently being attacked by the Maknae of the group.
"Wow, Namjoon. As someone who claims to not be ticklish, you are really laughing up a storm there." Hoseok said, lifting up one of his hands to join in on poking at his side with Yoongi.
Namjoon ditched the plan of covering his mouth and tried to grab at Yoongi's and Hoseok's hands, but there were only so much that he could do when both members were laying back and away from Namjoon's peripheral's. The tickling from both his foot and his sides caused him to lay back, crossing his arms to protect his sides weakly, and tilted his head back.
Jungkook decided he got bored of the foot that he had, and went for the other one, but he scribbled right under his toes this time, causing Namjoon to squeal embarrassingly, from what Namjoon thought.
"AAH-! Ohohokay, ohohokay! Yohohou gohOHOHohot mehehe! Ihihi'mhm tihihicklish! Lehehet mehehe gohoho!" Namjoon said, defeated. He couldn't take it anymore, the attack on his foot was making him go insane.
This was when Yoongi and Hoseok glared at each other, and silently agreed to go for Namjoon's neck before letting him up.
"Ahahahehe! Stahahahp, stahp! Plehehehahase!" Namjoon was in ticklish agony. He scrunched up his shoulders and lifted up his hands to try and block out the offending hands that went for his neck and collarbone area.
"Guys!" A member could be heard from the other bed with an annoyed tone in their voice. They all collectively turned their heads over to where they heard the voice.
Everyone had also stopped from what they were doing, but they still had their hands on Namjoon to keep him from getting up. This had the leader tense up, still giggling up a storm from their earlier onslaught.
"I get it, our leader has the cutest and most contagious laughter and smile, but I'm trying to sleep, guy's! And so are the others. Go to bed!" Seokjin said, turning around and dragging the blanket that was covering him with. A pink hue started to creep up on Namjoon by the oldest's comment.
That was when jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok let go of Namjoon to let him breath and calm down.
"Is your feet feeling better, hyung?" jungkook said in a kind of apologetic manner. He looked up at Namjoon, looking as innocent as ever like he didn't just tickle him to death.
"Aha little bihit.. Buhut don't doho that again!" Namjoon said, lightly kicking Jungkook which caused the youngest to loose his balance on the floor.
"Now then, I'm going to bed you three! Goodnihight." Namjoon chuckled, and placed his phone on the night stand next to his drink, and layed down to peacefully go to sleep.
Hoseok got up to lay on the cough, but Yoongi suggested for him to sleep on the bed with Namjoon and Jungkook. He silently agreed and went over to the bed where Jungkook was fixing to lay on as well.
They all peacefully slept for tomorrow that awaited them more chaos.
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GYM
Lee: Namjoon ; Ler: Jungkook
A/N: Hey, y‘all. Here‘s the promised ff. It‘s just 1361 words long but I still hope you like it!!! I love you all and take care. ❣️❣️❣️🥺 Here‘s your request.🥺🥰 @sugary-sweet-anon
Namjoon was at the gym, working out as usual. It was one of his habits these days. It was a good balance from working so hard. We all know Namjoon is a hard worker and tends to overdo it. So it was even better that he found something that was stress relieving next to reading.
Meanwhile Namjoon was working out, Jungkook was nearby. And? Well… he was in a big ler mood. A specific ler mood. He wanted to tickle Namjoon. Why? Oh, please. I think we can all relate to Jungkook. Who wouldn’t want to tickle Namjoon?
“Oh! Hello, Kooks! How are you?” Namjoon asked while doing a plank. Jungkook just smirks and lies down on top of him. “Hey hey- pffft. Kooks, you’re heavy. Get off. I’m trying to do a plank.”
“Isn’t that nice of me? Helping you? Adding some weight, you know? If you wanna achieve your goals, you gotta work hard!” Jungkook grins, squishing his left cheek against Namjoon’s muscular back, his arms around his chest.
“What goal? I’m just trying to release stress and b-balance work.” Namjoon whined, shaking his head at Jungkook’s silly answer. He knew Jungkook was up to something. And obviously he knew that Jungkook was a silly person. But that’s why he loved him.
“Release stress? Balance work? Hmmmm, I know a good way to do that!” A slight smirk spread on Jungkook’s face and before Namjoon could ask why, he felt fingers dig into his sides. He gasped.
“G-GAHAHA!” He laughed, trying to shake Jungkook off. “Gehet off of me, Kookie!”
“Nu-uh. I shall continue what I start.~” And that was the part where Jungkook began to spider wiggle his fingers up and down his side and ribcage. Namjoon squirmed around, somehow still being able to hold his position of the plank.
“Y-YAHAHA. StohoHOP this nohohonsense!!”
“Nonsense? Of please, hyung. We both know that this is the ultimate way of stress relief. And guess what?” Jungkook’s fingers speeded up.
“WhaAHAT?”
“I won’t stop before you give up.~” Jungkook finally dug into Namjoon’s sensitive tummy and this is where he gave up. Namjoon crashed to the floor, squirming around like a fish out of the water.
“OhoOHOH MY GOOHOHDNEHEHSS NOHOT MY TUHUMMY PLEHEHASE.” Big shouts of loud laughter escaped Namjoon’s lips as his feet drummed against the yoga mat. His tummy was really ticklish. And Jungkook was well aware of it which is why he kept going.
“Oh, yes your tummy. Coochie coochie cooo, hyungie.~” Jungkook cooed. “My fingers are all stuck anyway. I can’t get them out.~”
In reality Namjoon was happy that Jungkook came along and made his day so much brighter. He loved spending time with his maknae, who was growing up so fast. Wasn’t he a baby just yesterday?
“THIHIHIS IHIS NOHOT FAHHAIR.”
“Not fair? Let me show you what isn’t fair.~” With that being said, Jungkook flipped Namjoon over and got off of him. Namjoon panted and attempted to scramble away but he relented easily as soon as Jungkook grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head so he could gently sit down on his arms. He didn’t mind being manhandled by him.
“What?!” Namjoon’s eyes widen. Not that he minded the position. But he was still a bit in a shock. A positive one. Let’s just say that he was flustered, noticeable due to the pink tint coloring his soft cheeks. Namjoon whined cutely when he figured he couldn’t get away so he tried to avoid eye contact with the youngest. Again…flustered.
“Hmmm? What’s wrong? Are we a little shyyyyy? Look at you. All vulnerable and exposed for me. Even wearing a tanktop. I wonder how ticklish your armpits are.~” Jungkook teased playfully, his fingertips slightly skittering on the inner sides of his arms, starting from his wrists and then down to his biceps. Even that caused Namjoon to burst into uncontrollable giggles and foot kicking behavior.
“Nononohohoho Koohohoohkie you wohohoohuldn’t dohohoh thahat!!” He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. His anticipation was growing. Especially after Jungkook stopped and wiggled his fingers in the air, right above his armpits. Oh, gosh. He felt the ghost tickles.
“I wouldn’t do it? You wanna bet?” Jungkook chuckled, bunny smile wide as his fingers got closer and closer and closer to his armpits.
“PLehehease!! Mehehercyyy!” More and more cute giggles bubbled out. The knowledge of getting his armpits tickled without knowing when he was exactly gonna do it, was maddening in a way. He felt like he was gonna crawl out of his skin from anticipation.
“The tickles are coming your wayyyyyy, Joonie hyung. It’s gonna tickle soooooo much. Yep, that’s right.~” Damn, Jungkook’s teasing was quite effective which is why Namjoon’s upper body already jolted upwards even though he wasn’t tickling yet.
“Nahahah nonoHoh- AH- NOHOHOHOHO CRAHAHHAAP AHAHAISH-!” And Jungkook started the fun by scratching his armpits at full speed, not being too harsh obviously but it was a good pace and an easy pressure for it to tickle extremely much.
“Tickle tickle. Joonie has ticklish armpits.~” The younger sang, happily scratching and wiggling away, one hand even sneaked down to his tummy to tickle there. Of course Namjoon noticed and pulled his knees to his chest. That was useless though because Jungkook’s fingers were already dancing on his skin. Yes, bare skin because Namjoon’s shirt rose up from squirming so much.
“UHUHINFAIR GAHAHAME PLAHAHAY SKXJSAHAHAH.” He whined adorably, his ears turning red at the teases.
“That’s what I said the last time you had me in that position. It’s all fair now. Payback is sweet. Hmmm who’s ticklish? Namjoonie is ticklish. Yes, yes. He’s soooooo ticklish.~” Jungkook was having the fun of his life, at this point tickling anywhere he could, sometimes his ribs, sometimes his armpits, then his tummy and sometimes even more spots at the same time. And it would be a lie if Namjoon said, he didn’t enjoy it. He liked it. No, he even loved it. It was so fun and exciting and the feeling on his skin was something unique. Something he didn’t feel often. And he felt butterflies. He already noticed how it truly balanced and was refreshing. It was weird but true.
Jungkook was really skilled. It felt so ticklish. He couldn’t believe it. And the teases? Oh, they were perfect. Perfect to make him melt into the biggest puddle.
“JAKXJEJDJAHHAHAAHA I CAHAHAN’T TAAHAHAKE IT.” Namjoon squealed.
“Well then say you give up. As easy as that.~” Jungkook smiled with his biggest bunny smile. His ler mood was truly pleased. No matter how Namjoon moved, he always exposed a new tickle spot. When he pulled his knees to his chest, he could tickle his legs and when he kicked them away, he could squeeze his hips. But he was mostly focusing on his armpits and ribcage which seemed to be his most sensitive places. Of course Jungkook made sure Namjoon was alright. And Namjoon was fine and looked fine.
“NOHOHOHO NEHEHEHVER.” Namjoon was truly brave because Jungkook still had a master plan on how to make him give up easily.
“Never? Well… wanna bet?”
“YEHEHES.”
“Okay then…. Watch!!“ Jungkook grinned and switched positions to straddle his hips and pins both wrists up with both hands. And this is where he began to blow ticklish raspberries all over his ribcage and armpits. A true masterplan because Namjoon gave up right there. It was such a funny vibrating feeling, that he couldn’t take it for long.
“OHOHOKAY, FIHIHINE. I GIHIHIHVE UP!” He crackled before his breathless silent laughter hit. Jungkook smiled and stopped while rubbing and massaging Namjoon’s tingly feeling body.
“Whaaaa, you’re so ticklish, hyungie.~” He teased one last time in which Namjoon playfully slapped Jungkook’s thigh in response.
“Oh shush!! You aren’t any better.~” The leader stated causing Jungkook to stay silent and blush.
“Ha! See!”
Namjoon decided he was done with working out that day. He was tired. Wondering why, hehe.~ Jungkook helped him clean up so they could go home earlier and at home Jungkook cooked Namjoon a big dinner in which the older was thankful. He was starving.
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Ah...
Okay, I'm going to ask you for a fic... I'm not sure you'll do it, but I'd be very happy if you did.
It could be a lee namjoon and ler jin fic. Jin notices that leader Namjoon is very stressed. Namjoon's stress might be making him a little angry or turning him into a tougher guy, and Jin wants to comfort Namjoon. he then realizes that the man is very ticklish and applies his own solution to relax him.
I don't know, I hope you make it. It was a request and you said you wanted to request a story... I hope I wrote it clearly, sorry for my English anyway.
Thanks in advance.
Tickling the stress away
Lee: Namjoon
Ler: Jin
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Jin walked into the practice room, his usual cheerful expression replaced with a worried frown as he saw Namjoon pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath. It was clear that the leader was stressing out about something and Jin knew he had to do something about it.
'Namjoon hyung, what's wrong?' Jin asked, approaching the taller male.
Namjoon let out a frustrated sigh, 'I can't seem to get the choreography right for our upcoming performance. I'm worried it won't be perfect enough.'
Jin knew that Namjoon was a perfectionist and always wanted to give their fans the best performance possible. But he also knew that Namjoon's stress could make him a little hot-tempered at times. That's when Jin got an idea.
'Hyung, come here for a second,' Jin said, gesturing for Namjoon to sit down on the floor.
Namjoon gave him a curious look but did as he was told. Jin then sat down behind Namjoon and started massaging his shoulders. He could feel the tension in Namjoon's muscles and he knew he had to work his magic.
Slowly, Jin started trailing his fingers lightly down Namjoon's back, tracing soothing patterns along his spine. Namjoon let out a content sigh and leaned back into Jin's touch. Jin smiled to himself, knowing that he was helping his hyung to relax.
But then, he noticed something. Namjoon was squirming and laughing, trying to get away from Jin's fingers. Jin's eyes widened in surprise. Was the serious and tough leader actually ticklish?
A mischievous smile spread across Jin's face as he continued to tickle Namjoon's sides, making him laugh even harder. Namjoon's eyes snapped open in shock and he sat up, trying to catch his breath.
'Jin-aaaah, what are you doing?' Namjoon asked, his face flushed from laughter.
"I'm jst giving you a massage", Jin smiled and pretend like nothing happened.
Then he continued to "massage" the giggling leader. He ran his hands down Namjoon's sides and made the younger one kick his legs violently
"JIIN ITTT TICKLEESSS", Namjoon screamd helpless.
"Oh, I didn't know that," Jin just laughed and carried on.
Next, he lifted up the younger boy's shirt and began to spider his tummy.
"Does that tickle too?" asked Jin, pretending to have no idea what he was doing.
"YEEEES", Namjoon replied and tried to sound angry but failed miserable.
"You are too cute for this world", Jin teased him.
After a few more minues mercylessly tickling from his hyung, Namjoon laid on the floor with a red face and breathing heavely but he was really relaxed now.
"Why did you do this?", he asked curious.
'You were so stressed, I thought a little tickle therapy could help,' Jin replied with a smile.
Namjoon couldn't help but laugh at Jin's goofy expression. He knew that Jin always had a way of making him feel better, even in the most stressful situations.
'Thank you, Jin-ah. I feel a lot better now,' Namjoon said sincerely, giving Jin a grateful look.
Jin grinned, feeling pleased with himself. He was glad he could help his hyung in some way.
From then on, whenever Namjoon felt stressed, Jin would always be there to give him a tickle therapy session. And Namjoon couldn't help but secretly enjoy it, knowing that he had such a caring and playful friend by his side.
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Take a Break
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
“Joonie hyung you should rest” Jimin said as he came to check the leader.
Namjoon being Namjoon had spent most of the day working, only taking a break to get snacks or go to the bathroom.
“I already took a break Jimin” The leader said without taking his eyes off the computer.
“Don’t lie, going for cereal bars is not a break, you need to rest”
Namjoon just kept working on his track, making Jimin roll his eyes and decide to use other methods.
The leader heard the door of his studio closing and thought he won but then the door opened again and Tae’s voice said:
“Jiminie hyung told me you refuse to rest, so we have to use plan B”
Namjoon curiously turned around and he was quickly thrown towards the couch.
Tae sat on his thighs and Jimin on his arms, both of them had tools on their hands.
*Oh* Namjoon thought *Well, I’m screwed*
Tae used a toothbrush on the leader’s tummy and Jimin used a paintbrush on his neck.
Namjoon jumped at the sudden sensations and threw his head back in laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO”
“No waiting hyung, this is what happens when you don’t take a break” Jimin declared, making sure to cover all the skin with the soft bristles.
“Besides, it’s the perfect opportunity to hear your laugh, we haven’t heard it in a while” Tae added.
It was true, Namjoon had spent more and more time in the studio and honestly, he missed laughing freely.
Suddenly the leader barked with laughter as the toothbrush was dipped into his belly button and two paintbrushes tickled his hollows.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA KIDS BWAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAHA- *squeak*” The leader blushed as a squeak fell out of his lips.
“Joonie hyung did you just squeak?” Tae asked with a giggle.
“That’s so cute hyung, let us hear it again” Jimin added.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO *squeak* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeak*”
Poor Namjoon couldn’t help his squeaks and when he felt Jimin tickling his ribs, squeals were added.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* JIMIHIHIHIHIHIN *squeal* I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T *squeal*”
“You can’t? But of course you can hyung” Tae said “I mean, you refused to rest so we assume you can take this”
“NOHOHOHOHO *squeak* KIDS *squeal* AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE”
“Joonie hyung still hasn’t promised to rest” Jimin told Tae to which the tiger replied: “Don’t worry, I know his weak spot”
Tae grabbed a second toothbrush and used them on his hyung’s hips.
It was over for the leader.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* NOHOHOHOHO *squeak* AHAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T *squeak* JIMIHIHIHIHIN *squeal* TAHAHAHAHAE *snort* *squeak* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeal* OKAY OKAY *snort* I’LL REST I’LL REHEHEHEST *squeak*”
The two maknaes chuckled and let him go, cuddling their leader.
“Do you always have to resource to tickling?” Namjoon asked, a few leftover giggles leaving his lips.
“It’s the only thing that convinces you to rest” Tae replied.
“Yeah, and you enjoy it hyung” Jimin added.
“*chuckle* Yeah you’re right”
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Bangtan vs Leader
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
This is a sequel to Giggle Fit.
Jin couldn’t keep a secret.
Namjoon now knew he shouldn’t have trusted the oldest to be silent.
A couple of days after having his giggle fit, the leader arrived at the apartment and immediately noticed how quiet it was.
Namjoon wondered how was that possible, maybe the others were already asleep?
When the leader opened the door to his room he was pushed towards his bed and his six members pinned him.
Namjoon tried to move but the weight of the others immobilized him, he then saw their grins.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Jinnie hyung told us about the giggle fit you had the other day” Hobi explained.
“He said you looked so cute, we just had to see it for ourselves” Jimin continued.
Namjoon turned to Jin “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for more than a few days it seems”
Jin proudly smiled and replied “Of course, they deserve to hear your laughter too”
“The idea of Joon giggling helplessly under all of our hands is quite the image” Yoongi chuckled.
“And making him a blushing mess sounds so adorable” Tae continued.
Namjoon knew he had no choice here, so he just sighed and mumbled:
“Well, if that’s what you want then it’s alright”
The others smirked at their leader and Jungkook said:
“Then what are we waiting for?”
They all attacked.
Jin and Hoseok scratched his soles, Jungkook squeezed his thighs, Tae and Jimin tickled his ribs and tummy and Yoongi scribbled his hollows.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO” Namjoon threw his head back in laughter, cackles pouring as he trashed without result.
“Wow I didn’t know Joonie hyung could be so cute” Jimin commented with a laugh, his small fingers clawing the rapper’s tummy.
“I know right? He looks so adorable laughing and blushing” Hoseok smiled as he saw the younger’s red face.
“And we’ve only started, he’s not prepared for what’s about to come” Jungkook declared, focusing on his hyung’s inner thighs.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAN’T” Namjoon had no opportunity to escape, he could only take it.
“You can’t?” Come on Joonie, we all know that’s a lie” Yoongi replied, his fingers wiggling in the skin of the rapper’s hollows.
“Hyung is right, if you couldn’t take it you wouldn’t have accepted to be tickled” Tae continued, squeezing the leader’s ribs.
“Oh Joon, you haven’t asked us to stop, so don’t say you don’t enjoy it” Jin said, focusing on the younger’s toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE”
“Tickle tickle hyungie”
“Cootchie cootchie coo Namjoon”
“You’re so adorable”
“Such a ticklish little lee”
The teases were too much and Namjoon was completely helpless.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak* IHIHIHIT’S TOO *squeal* MUHUHUHUHUHUCH * squeak* NOHOHOHOHO *squeal*”
“Hear those sounds, never thought our leader could do something like that”
“We all know what’s left to do”
Namjoon felt raspberries and lots of fingers on his skin, causing him to scream and laugh so much it sounded through all the place.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* I CAHAHAHAN’T *squeal* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES *snort* SO BAHAHAHAHAD *squeak* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* NOHOHOHOHO *snort* BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* RED REHEHEHED *squeak* MERCY”
The other members let their leader go, all of them satisfied with getting all his laugh out.
They cuddled with Namjoon and soon all of them fell asleep in the pile.
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Giggle Fit
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
This was strange, really, really strange.
Namjoon never thought he would see this day arrive, the day he would have a giggle fit.
A. Huge. Giggle. Fit.
Really, Namjoon couldn’t stop giggling even at the most normal things, why he had said fit he had no idea.
Fortunately for him, most of the members were out as they had to film a couple of things so the leader was almost completely alone in the apartment.
Almost.
Namjoon was extremely unlucky by the fact that Jin hyung was the only other person besides him in the apartment, the worst member to be home.
If Jin found out about this the leader wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks.
So Namjoon was in his room trying to get rid off the giggle fit without success.
*Knock**Knock*
“Namjoon?”
*Oh no* The leader thought *Here he comes*
Jin entered the room while saying:
“Hey Joon, what do you want to eat?”
Namjoon tried to stifle his giggles “I dohont know”
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah I’m fihine”
Jin noticed that something was going on with the leader, he sat besides the rapper and said:
“Something’s definitely going on Joonie, tell me”
“It’s nothihing I promihise”
“Are you giggling?”
“Nohoho”
Jin understood the situation and smirked:
“Aww Joonie, are you having a giggle fit? So cute to see the leader helplessly giggling”
Namjoon only blushed and giggled more.
“Just hehehelp me with thihihis”
“As you wish”
Jin placed his hands on the leader’s sides and started squeezing.
Usually Namjoon would only giggle but his fit made him a lot more sensitive.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHUHUHUNG WAIHIHIHIT GAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Aww what’s wrong Namjoonie? Is the giggle fit making you more sensitive?” Jin teased, shifting to claw the younger’s tummy.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH” Namjoon tried to squirm but Jin had pinned him.
Even if the leader didn’t want to admit it, it felt really nice to have all this laughter forced out of him, his giggle fit making it easier.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHAHA JIN HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE” A sudden squeak left him as the oldest started scratching his ribs.
“Tickle tickle Joonie, you look so adorable you know?”
“I DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T”
Jin smirked, of course Namjoon would deny, so he had an idea.
“You won’t admit? Well don’t worry, we can change that”
The oldest stopped the tickling, preferring to wiggling his fingers above the leader’s hips.
“Hahahahahahaha hyuhuhung nohohoho” Namjoon giggled uncontrollably, he still had the giggle fit.
“I’ll stay like this until you admit you’re adorable” Jin declared, still wiggling his fingers.
“Hyuhuhung plehehehehehehease ihihit’s not fahahahahair” The leader was as red as a tomato, Jin definitely knew what he was doing.
In other situations Namjoon would be able to get out of this but his giggle fit just made him a lot more sensitive and craving.
So he closed his eyes and said:
“Okahahahay I’m- I’m adorahahable nahahahahaha please hyuhuhung”
“Of course Namjoonie”
The oldest placed his hands on the leader’s hips and started squeezing.
Namjoon roared at the sensations and laughed the loudest he could remember.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* JIN HYUHUHUNG *snort* NOHOHOHOHO *snort* BWAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *snort* IHIHIHIT TICKLES *snort* SO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH AHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* MERCY MEHEHEHEHERCY *snort* HYUNG I CAHAHAHAHAN’T *snort*”
Soon Namjoon’s laugh fell silent so Jin let him go.
The leader giggled for a bit more before calming down, when he glanced at Jin he saw the oldest grinning at him.
“Don’t tell anyone” He warned.
Jin just smirked and replied “We’ll see”
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SOMEOKE PLS WRITE A FF WHERE JOON GETD TICKLED JXJDJX PLS PLS HE'S SO ADORABLE XJNDNX
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