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eunchancorner · 1 year

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Hey, are you still writing for Eddsworld? Because I want some more Lee! Tom.

I saw something and it made me think of this

Ler Matt, Lee Tom

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“Tom! Tom! Tom!” Matt squawked as he barreled through Tom’s door, phone in hand and attempting to be shown to the brunette.

“What is it, Matt?” he asked, finding his boyfriend’s excitement amusing as he came nearly tumbling in and flopped down onto his bed.

“I saw something online and I thought we could do it! It looked really cute!”

“Matt, I swear, if I end up holding you like an instrument again, I will tickle you again.”

“No, no, no,” the redhead assured him, “this time, I’m gonna be holding you! I’m gonna be using you like a weight for a workout! It’ll be fun!”

“A weight? Like a dumbbell? How’s that supposed to be fun?” Tom questioned.

“You’ll see! Now, lay down, straighten out, and I’ll pick you up!”

The brunette shrugged and did so, interlocking his hands above his head and straightening out as much as he could. He raised his back up a bit as he felt Matt slide his arms up under him and flopped back down atop them.

“Now I…” the tallest started before slowly lifting, grunting as Tom attempted to stay straight and stiff. Once he’d gotten him up most of the way, Matt moved one arm down to around Tom’s hips and the other around his ribcage, the brunette’s stomach facing the redhead.

“Perfect! Now we do a few reps as a check…” he muttered, before doing a few, much more easily now that he had a better grip on his boyfriend.

“Good! Now, we do the fun part!”

“And what exactly is ‘the fun part’?” Tom questioned, already growing bored of Matt keeping it from him.

“Now, I told you, you’ll see! But I think you’re realllllly gonna like it~” “Well, something I’m not liking is that tone, Matt, what are you planning?”

“Oh, nothing… Oh, one more thing! You’re gonna have to roll up your shirt.”

“What? Matt, seriously, what on Earth are you planning?”

“Oh, just do it!”

Tom rolled his eyes but pulled his shirt up just a bit. “There?”

“No, no, more, gotta show the whole belly!” Matt pushed, the brunette rolling his eyes yet again before obeying. “There you go, now we can do the fun part!”

“Mind telling me what the fun part is?” Tom requested yet again, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, right, I’ll show you! Now hold tight!”

With that, Matt began a rep, dipping Tom down a bit farther than before, prompting Tom to reach back and grab the purple sleeves of Matt’s hoodie to keep himself stable. He was held there for a moment, before the redhead slowly curled his arms back up, and, only seconds before danger, did Tom realize how close his belly was to Matt’s mouth. Unfortunately, those seconds weren’t enough to prepare.

PBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!

“AAHAHAH MAHATT NOHOHO!!” the brunette squealed as a loud raspberry was blown onto his belly, only dying down as his tall boyfriend began another rep, dipping him down. He wasn’t sure he was giggling from leftover tingles or anticipation of what he now knew was coming, but whatever it was kept him giggling the whole time. Or, at least, until Matt went to complete the second rep.

“Wahait nonononOOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHATT!!”

“Yes, Tom?” the tallest questioned innocently as he began a third rep.

“Dohohon’t! Ihit tihihickles!”

“Well, I’d think so!” he chirped, not stopping his ‘workout’, “After all, working out with normal dumbbells-” another raspberry “-has no fun aspect! It’s just boring work. And, as the saying-” yet another raspberry “-goes, ‘All work and no play makes Matt a dull boy!’”

Even though Tom could barely hear him, Matt just rambling on and on in between blowing way-too-ticklish raspberries on his belly was just so flustering for no damn reason.

“Mahatt, quihit IHIHIHIT NAHAHAHO!!” he tried to plead, fruitlessly.

“Just a few more, ok, Tom?” Matt offered, as thought the brunette had any choice in the matter.

“Fi-HIHIHINE AHAHA!!” Yet another raspberry sent him cackling midway through his reply.

And, as promised, a few more reps went by, and by the time Matt stopped, Tom was sinking into his arms with a giggly smile on his face, laughter-induced tears in his eyes and blushing all the way to his ears. Adorably enough (in Matt’s opinion, anyway) was that his belly had turned a similar shade of pink

“Awwww, you’ve got tummy blush! Why didn’t I see this before, Tom? It’s so cute!” he cooed at his currently recovering boyfriend.

“Sh.. shuhut up… youhu shut uhuhup…” he giggled out, feeling himself moving before he realized Matt had sat down and was holding him on his lap.

“Oh, fine, fine,” the redhead rolled his eyes a bit, but couldn’t keep the soft smile off his face, especially when he leaned in and gently pressed his forehead against Tom’s.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart…”

“H-Hahappy Valehentine’s Day…”

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yourlittlettoy · 10 months

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😇 Why don’t you come join me in bed? I have something sensitive just for you~

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dirtbagswitch · 2 months

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My feet are fuckin weird for real

#ew #tha fuck #tickle blog #foot reveal?!?

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fickle-tiction · 2 years

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Blush

Does this count as a tickletober fic if I’m just doing 1 day randomly?

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“I do not blush.” Bruce said the last word with such disdain that Clark had to choke back a laugh.

“Oh? Then what do you call this?” Diana asked, running a gentle finger over Bruce’s pink cheek.

“It’s hot in here.” Bruce was being uncharacteristically petulant as he folded his arms across his chest. He was was propped up against the headboard of their king sized bed, sandwiched between his partners. Normally this would be an ideal placement, but Diana and Clark were intentionally boxing him in and seemed determined to fluster him further. They had just been in the middle of making out when Clark, who hasn’t shaved in 2 days, latched on to the side of his neck. Bruce would admit to squeaking at the unexpected sensation, but he did not blush.

“Well then maybe you should take your socks off.” Clark suggested as he crawled to the foot of the bed. He took hold of Bruce’s ankle and yanked his sock off, deliberately dragging his nails along the bottom of his boyfriend’s foot as soon as he started speaking.

“I’m fi-HI-ine.” It was hard to tell whether Bruce was blushing more or simply turning red with the effort to contain a smile.

“Aww, Kal, don’t tease him.” Diana wasn’t even trying to hide her smile when Clark gave Bruce’s other foot the same treatment and he recoiled like he’d been electrocuted. “I like a man that is sensitive.”

Bruce steeled himself for more teasing touches when Diana leaned closer, ready to put up a fight if need-be, but she surprised him with a kiss instead. Arms still tightly folded across his chest, Bruce leaned forward and eagerly responded, humming appreciatively when Clark began running his hands up Bruce’s calves. He assumed they were done teasing him when Diana buried her hands in Bruce’s thick hair and he finally uncrossed his arms to pull her closer, letting out a small moan when Clark’s wandering hands reached his thighs.

That moan turned into a shocked intake of breath when Clark started squeezing the muscle there. Bruce’s entire body jerked backwards and he broke the kiss with a startled laugh, which quickly gave way to more nervous laughter when Clark didn’t stop his palpitations.

“What are you do-HO-doing?!” Bruce laughed, trying to pull away even though Clark was sitting on his shins and he knew he had no chance of escape.

"Seeing if we can make you blush again.” Clark said, alternating between squeezing the muscle of Bruce’s thigh and scribbling quick fingers behind his bare knee.

“I don’t--” Bruce cut himself off with a squeak when Diana scribbled her fingernails over the delicate skin of his neck. He could feel his ears and neck heat up and knew from their faces that he was supposedly blushing again.

“I wonder if this blush goes all the way to his chest.” Diana dragged her fingertips down Bruce’s neck and over his collarbones, resulting in a full-body squirm as he practically cackled from the hands still tickling his legs.

“Only one way to find out.” Clark finally stopped tormenting Bruce’s knees and thighs, but his relief was short-lived when he felt hands sneaking up under his shirt and pushing it up his chest. Naturally, that was accompanied by two sets of hands poking and prodding his torso at random.

“I’m bre-hehehehehe-aking up with both of you-ahaha!” Bruce shouted, alternating between trying to fight off two sets of hands and trying to yank his shirt back down in the hope that it would offer some protection. He was rewarded for his empty threats with another series of rapid squeezes to his thighs let left him overflowing with frenzied laughter.

“I can’t see his chest.” Diana pouted.

“Yeah, let’s see how low that blush really goes.”

“I’m NOT--” This time Bruce was cut-off by a face full of cotton.

Clark yanked Bruce’s shirt up over his head, forcing his arms straight up into the air. Instead of removing the shirt completely Clark left it bunched around Bruce’s shoulders, once his head cleared the collar, so he couldn’t put his arms down as long as Clark kept a hold of it with one hand.

“Oh wow.” Diana breathed, tracing the bloom of red that was spreading down Bruce’s neck and across his collarbones.

Bruce was squirming and could feel his skin burning where Diana touched. Not being able to protect himself from this playful teasing was making him feel vulnerable in ways he wasn’t used to, and he couldn’t stop wriggling in place.

“It’s really not fair to gang up on the only human in the relationship.” He was going for the sympathy card, even though he knew it wouldn’t work. Not with the way his partners were looking at him right now. Like he was a snack they couldn’t wait to devour, and not in the way he enjoyed.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Diana wasn’t even trying to sound sympathetic; her smile was lethal. “I know what will make you feel better.”

Bruce’s eyes widened when Diana’s fingers hovered over his exposed armpits, and he renewed his efforts to get away. “I’m fine!” He insisted, squirming in place when she teased at the hair growing there. “I don’t need to feel better.”

“I don’t know, B.” Clark was dragging his fingertips over Bruce’s collarbone with his free hand, gently tickling over the thin skin there. “You look a little flushed.”

Bruce somehow managed a growl in the midst of his choked-off laughter. Diana was only using one finger from each hand to gently flick at his armpits, and Clark was only using the very tips of his fingers to gently trace over his collarbones, and honestly it was so much worse than if they just went for it and wrecked him.

“Fine.” Bruce bit out, shuddering when Diana dragged her fingers over his topmost ribs. “If I say it, will you stop?”

“Say what?” Clark prompted, dragging his hand straight down Bruce’s entire torso and tickling along the center of his stomach.

Bruce knew a lost cause when he saw one.

“I’m blushing.”

“Why?” Diana asked, slowly wiggling her fingers over his ribcage.

Oh, Bruce was going to kill them once he got out of this predicament. He had contingency plans for a reason, and they were both Dead.

“Beca-hahaha-use you’re tickling me-hehehe and it’s emba-haha-rassing.”

“Wait, what?” Both sets of hands retracted, which would have been great if Diana and Clark didn’t have their concerned faces on.

“Are you actually embarrassed?” The look on Bruce’s face answered Clark’s question. “You’re not just playing along?”

Bruce could feel his face getting redder when they shared an anxious glance. Clark let go of his shirt and Bruce slipped it back on over his burning face, wondering all the while when he let himself get so comfortable with them that he blushed at a little teasing.

“That was not our intention.” Diana was frowning and Bruce felt like an ass for upsetting her. “We did not mean to humiliate you, Bruce. We were just surprised that you were ticklish.” Bruce was going to crawl out of his own skin. “It’s cute.”

“Oh my God.” Bruce moaned, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his face as he sank down on the bed. “Please stop talking.”

Bruce moved the pillow away with a baffled expression when 30 seconds went by and no one had said a word. Clark and Diana seemed to be having a silent conversation above his head, but their attention snapped to him when he revealed his face.

“We’re sorry,” Clark started. “We didn’t mean to--”

“Shut up.” Bruce sighed, wishing he was anywhere but here. He obviously did something wrong, and reacted poorly, and messed things up. “It’s not--you didn’t--it’s fine.” He said, sounding exasperated and wishing he could find the words to explain himself. “I didn’t mean--” God, he hated talking about feelings. “You guys are blowing this way out of proportion.” He sat up straighter and took a deep breath, looking at the pillow in his lap instead of the sad expressions on his partners faces. “I don’t do this. I don’t do play fighting, and teasing, and tickling, and--”

“--We don’t have to.” Clark interjected, looking like a baby who’s candy was just stollen. “We can--”

“No.” Bruce was so frustrated with his own inability to talk about his feelings and get his point across. This was ridiculous. He would not wreck another relationship because he couldn’t figure out how to explain himself. “This is all coming out wrong.”

“It’s okay.” Diana said, carding a hand through Bruce’s hair and putting him more at ease. “We can go back to how things were before.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say.” Now Bruce was looking at them, pillow forgotten in his frustration. “It’s fine. It’s fun. I just---I don’t know. I’ve never had this before. AND-” He spoke louder when it looked like Diana was about to try and say something. “I like it, okay?” He sounded defensive, but he couldn’t help it.

“The tickling?” Clark asked, head cocked to the side.

“No.” Bruce said, shaking his head. He paused for a second as he reconsidered. “Well, yes. I guess? I don’t know.” He huffed, shaking his head again as though he needed to clear it. “The---playfulness? And the vulnerability? It’s good I just--it’s all new to me, and I know that’s weird because I’m a grown man, and I don’t know how to react to it--” Bruce could feel himself blushing again, and he was painfully aware that this was probably the most either of them had heard him say at one time. Ever. And he was stumbling over his words, and he probably sounded like a fool, and they probably wouldn’t want anything to do with him after this. But he always knew it’d end like the eventually, so why was he surprised that it was his own fault, and---

“It’s not weird.” Clark insisted, unfazed by the withering look Bruce was throwing his way.

“You have not had any easy life, Bruce.” Diana pointed out, nails resuming their gentle scratching at his scalp. “If this is the first time you’ve felt comfortable enough to allow yourself this level of vulnerability, than we are honored to be the ones you share that trust with.”

Bruce remained quiet as he let that sink in, mulling over their words.

“I’m not--you didn’t humiliate me.” He was resisting the urge to fold his arms over his chest again and metaphorically hide himself away. “I just--no one’s ever---and it’s fine, I just--”

“Didn’t know how to respond, and then felt embarrassed by your inexperience, which just furthered your initial embarrassment?” Clark suggested, a soft smile on his face.

“You really do have a journalism degree, don’t you?”

“And you really don’t know what it means to be ‘asking for it’, do you?” Despite his words, Clark made no move to attack Bruce and simply gave his shoulder a soft shove.

“Look. Can we just pretend that the last five minutes didn’t happen?” Bruce asked hopefully. “Let’s just assume that I reacted appropriately to the situation, and knew how to express my feelings like a grown adult, and I didn’t make the two of you look like you just found out your childhood pet died. Okay?”

Clark and Diana each mulled this proposition over in their minds. This relationship was still fairly new, but it was obvious from their years of friendship that Bruce was not a fan of talking about his feelings. Despite that, he did get his point across, in a roundabout way, and he did seem more or less okay.

“Five minutes?” Clark asked, smiling at the unsure nod Bruce offered. “So is that before, or after you squealed and started blushing?”

Bruce froze for a second, fumbling for the right words. It seemed Clark and Diana froze as well, not wanting to push him. After a few seconds he narrowed his eyes. “I’ll show you squealing.” He muttered, before launching a full-scale assault on Clark’s armpits. He had the element of surprise on his side, and managed to wedge his hands in before Clark snapped his arms down and broke down cackling. Despite having no experience in this playful torture, Bruce was lethal....right up until Diana buried her fingers in his armpits while he was distracted and had him collapsing under the weight of his own laughter.

He definitely blushed.

#Ew where did all these feelings come from?#tickletober #tickletober2022 #ticklish!bruce wayne #ticklish!batman #superwonderbat #tickling #fanfiction #tickling fanfiction #ticklish!brucewayne

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atnightiscream · 2 years

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A Slime Thief

Desc: you are a new guard, you've been stationed in front of an armory where things have been going mysteriously missing. So far it's been a normal shift, but then you hear it, a weird "drip, drip, drip" sound...you look up to the vents and there's this strange...liquid? No....looks more like..slime?

reader is gender neutral, so throw your pronouns on here BBs

You watch as the slime drips down to the floor in front of the sword rack and begin take shape. The puddle transforming into a rather convincing humanoid shape...full legs, arms, is that green skin? It could pass as a human quite honestly..or maybe a weird looking elf? You shake yourself out of thought and draw your sword. The slime- person? Creature? Thief, better just go with Thief. Begins to take swords off their racks analyzing each one, like it's looking for something specific. "What the hell…" you mutter. At the sound of your voice the creature spins around revealing a rather attractive looking face...you can't quite tell if they're male or female..maybe somewhere in between? Either way- they're stealing from The Guard! "I- um- halt!" You curse yourself for stumbling over your demand. Especially when their demeanor shifts from alert to relaxed that, was definitely not the ideal reaction to being caught stealing.

"Oh...it's just you then...good, good." What?

"Do I know you?" You find yourself asking, right- probably not the right time for that...the slime lifts a finger to their chin "no...I suppose you don't really know me. But I know you~, you see, I've seen you around quite a lot, as I have with all the guards, you're one of the few that I actually like. But-" They wave their hand dismissively "-enough about that, what do they have you guarding the armory for? I suppose they've finally noticed my activities." It's not a question, and your logic is reconfirmed.

You focus on the task at hand. "So you're the one who's been stealing from the vault? Well, thank you for your confession. I need to take you in now." You silently cheer yourself for fixing your demeanor, this guy's been a pain in the ass of your Captain for months! Now you'll finally be able to take them in! But...then..why are they smiling?

"Well aren't you rude...and here I was being polite. Sorry dear, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

The Thief rushes you, and you brace for a fight. Everything happens so fast- you raise your weapon into it's trained position, you cut forward, attempting to slice the creature in two. You succeed, the creature's body cutting like jello, but only for a second as the body reforms around the sword, effectively trapping your weapon inside of it. All at once, the slime creature laughs, moving as if your cut did nothing. They grab your shoulders and shove you to the ground, swiftly pinning your shoulders to the floor. They smirk down at you, easily removing your sword from their midsection and tossing it out of reach.

"Release me at once criminal!" You grunt, grabbing their arms in an attempt to push them off. They're clearly stronger than they look, you attempt to kick them away, only succeeding in getting your bent knee stuck in their body. They only chuckle in response to your attempts to push them off. "You're quite the fighter Newbie! I admire that. And I really don't want to hurt you on your first real assignment so....what should I do with you? Oh! I know~"

You find yourself tensing up at their sudden change in tone. Your struggles increase as you feel the cold slime trapping your knee begin to move. Seeping into the cracks between the armor to the fabric underneath and engulfing your knee, suddenly you feel..whatever it is begin to squeeze at the sensitive flesh on your knee. You jump, attempting to cover the squeak that shoots out of your throat with another yell "h-HEY! What do you think you're doING! Let me go right NOW- HEY! Cut that oUT!" You squeak again, desperately trying to keep your authoritative tone as soft strokes are added to the squeezing. It might just be the fabric, but the slime doesn't feel like slime, it feels like fingers, cold, ticklish, fingers. Squeezing right above your knee cap and moving up as the slime creature pulls your entire leg into their...torso? Honestly it's hard to tell, you're just trying to keep this annoying jerk from getting what they want- and preferably your dignity.

You clamp your mouth shut as more giggles build behind your thinning lips, desperately shoving at the slime person's shoulders. The squeezing and scribbling feeling has moved to your thigh now, your attempts to pull your leg out only succeeding in getting it further trapped in the tingly prison. You shove once more at the Thief's shoulders and once again, all they do is chuckle at you "Oh little Rookie, it's cute that you're trying, but I've seen how you and the other recruits play~ I've seen just how sensitive you are, especially when you're teased~. Why don't you make this easier for both of us and just laugh for me? You get all tired and giggly, and I complete mission with only some minor hiccups."

Your face flushes with embarrassment, they saw you? That's how they knew! You pray to the gods they didn't figure out the rest of your little secret. But damn this was NOT good. "F-fuck you!" You manage to hiss. They frown in response "my such a mouth...I thought they trained you better than that-" their grin returned and they leaned down to your ear with a whisper "-cutie~"

You felt you would implode.

That name- that secret nickname only your closest friends knew, that name that they called you that made you blush every time without fail. That name that meant that this thief knew of your biggest secret.

And here they were...voluntarily doing it...tickling you? When they could have just knocked you out and left...why?

Your thoughts were cut short by what felt like a pair of hands digging into your hips. Catching you off guard, immediately sending the trapped laughter flowing from you. Instinctively, you tried to curl into a ball to escape the tickly feeling, unfortunately your captor wasn't having any of that, keeping your leg tightly held inside their gelatinous body and shoulders gently, but firmly to the old wooden floor. "There it is!" The Thief cheered giddily "I knew that would get you, always seems to when I see you and your little friends~ now then, let's see how badly I can "wreck" you!~"

Like an over-excited child on their birthday, the Miscreant, now holding your shoulders down with what looked like two pseudo-arms, moved their real arms down to your face, teasingly wiggling their fingers in front of you menacingly, grinning even wider when they saw your reaction. They let out some giggles of their own as they put both hands on your chest plate, wiggling their eyebrows at you in an overly suggestive manner. Their hands melt over your plate and into the intersections of your armor, landing on your stomach and wriggling with purpose.

You're dropped into a heavy fit of laughter and protests. "No nonono StahahaAHAHAHAP! eek! NOoo! Plehehehese!" Was all you were able to get out as more of the slime slipped into your armor, attacking your sides, ribs, and some even crawling towards your back causing another squeal to fly from you as scribbling sensation wreaked havoc all over your midsection and shoulder blades. Your laughter going up an octave when the slime on your ribs began to gently vibrate over the bones.

And all you could do was laugh, there was no one coming to take over for you for another hour, you were too far for anyone to hear you, and there was no escaping the ticklish sensation that encompassed your body. You were effectively trapped, just you, and the Slime Thief, who seemed all too excited about tickling the life out of you, and the walls of weapons...and yet....you found yourself enjoying it- this whole situation was honestly just ridiculous, yet it could have gone so much worse. At least that's what you thought until you felt the sudden VERY raspberry like vibration on your stomach-

A squeal and snort came out this time, followed by another peal of laughter. Your arms having long since turned to jelly, weakly reaching to futilely "cover" your stomach. Your eyes began to water with mirth, as fun as this was, you weren't sure how much more you could take.

The Thief seemed to notice this as well, they'd be drinking in every little reaction you made, every giggle, snort, squeal, and especially anything that made you flustered. They smiled above you, never stopping their adoring grin, cooing over your reactions, and even cupping your face and brushing away the tears that formed.

"Oh my~ is the big bad guard all tickled out?" They teased "Aw~ poor thing. I'd love to give you a rest sweetheart, but I need a confirmation that you aren't going to say a word to anyone that I was here." Their tone shifting to a more serious note, the slime within your armor retracting to let you breathe. You took a minute to recover and think, how could you not report them? It was your job! What were you supposed to do? Say that whatever they stole just happened to disappear under your watch?? You gazed at the waiting face above you.

"I-...I...."

They raised an expectant eyebrow

"I can't. Y-you know....I can't..."

The slime thief sighed "very well.." was their disappointed response. You couldn't help but feel bad...they had been very pleasant...for a thief, you opened your mouth to give them some sort of apology, maybe even talk a compromise. But you didn't get the chance.

Slime crashed back under your armor in a wave, ruthlessly targeting all of your most ticklish places at once. You were thrown back into a squealing fit of laughter, thrashing back and forth under the playful torture. Arching your back, shaking your head, no matter how you twisted and turned, you couldn't get away. The once giddy grin of your attacker turned to a sadistic smirk. They leaned down, cupping your chin to still your head and whispered into your ear. "I don't think you quite grasp the situation here Darling. I was being nice~ but I can be cruel. And we have allll night for me to get what I want. So do you want to try that again?"

Through your endless shrieks of laughter you belted out a loud "OHOHOHOKAHAY!! OK!! OKOKOK!"

Their smirk relaxed into a smile, and once again, some of the slime retracted, though this time they left some to drill into your underarms and brush against your neck, just enough to keep you laughing.

"Ok...?"

"IhIhI wohohon't say a wohord just stAHAp!" You beg. Your answer seems to satisfy your tormentor, as they pull all of their slime back to their form. They gently pet your head, giving you a charming smile. "See now? That wasn't so hard was it?"

A tired giggle is all you can manage as you lay on the floor. It takes a while for the ghostly tickles to go away, in that time you hopelessly watch as the Thief takes a bundle of arrows, and a short sword. "That's...it?" You find yourself asking, they turn to you, gently smiling once more and nodding. "Truth be told I got most of what I need from one of your neighboring armories. I only needed one more sword and these" They hold up the quiver. Walking over and crouching beside your limp form, continuing.

"-You should really advise some more guards there, or, preferably, don't, at least tell them to restock more often. I know that the old geezer in charge has a surplus in the South." You blink in confusion too tired to really process all of what they just said. Noticing the look on your face they give you an endearing smirk. "Nevermind cutie, you just focus on resting, when your superiors ask, just say I knocked you out or something." You nod in silent agreement, rolling your head to stare up at the ceiling as you hear the sound of the vent opening and closing.

Not your worst start to a guard shift...

#hey you know what this needs? Tickling. Obviously.#keep reading #So...I'm a terrible person. I made a thing #I hope you guys like it?#I hope it satiates some tickle starved lees out there #tbh I got this idea from a roleplay where a slime guy breaks into an armory and kinda flirts with the listener (a guard) and thought #and boom inspiration.#so I hope y'all like #mermaid stuff is coming soon I promise I just- I was working on it #then accidently deleted what I was writing trying to use that old line hack from ages ago because i couldn't find it and the #I got fed up and haven't felt inspiration for mermaids- they've never really been my forte anyway because- ew ocean but I'm working on it #I promise #sfw tickle #monster x reader tickle #tickle monster #monster tickles #slime x reader tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #(reposted for edits sorry)

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