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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 month

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if prompts are still open but I was wondering if you could do a fic about Peter 2’s Harry and him getting tickled because they wanna see his dimples for his dimples the ler can be Peter 3 or Norman ❤️

Dimples

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, I had to do a Norman and Peter 2 team up on Harry with some Otto teases thrown in ❤️😅 It's just such a cute idea! ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy Anon ❤️ :))

"It's almost ready . . . Just a little more and---."

Norman opened the door. "Harry I---."

"Look out!"

The older man ducked as one of Otto's actuators grabbed the projectile out of air.

"You two okay?"

Norman felt a squeeze to his shoulder before Otto responded. "A little startled Peter, but we'll live."

Meanwhile, Norman straightened back up. "A little?"

"Okahay." Otto's actuator set the projectile onto one of the desks. "Maybe more than a littlehel."

Harry moved closer to the older scientists. "Sorry about that dahad."

Norman noted the comical spray of soot across his son's face. "What were you two even doing?"

"Trying to make a launcher for pumpkin bombs."

"Why those?"

"They're still some leftover." Harry flicked a piece of soot off of his shoulder. "Might as well put them to actual good use."

Peter waved. "We just need to recalibrate something."

"Obviously," Norman teased.

Harry playfully rolled his eyes before rejoining Peter. "Yeah yeah."

"Maybe we should add a delay start to the bombs?" Peter offered. "That way it has more time to exit before it goes off."

"Might want to shorten the launch tube too. Gives it less space inside."

Norman smiled at the two. The sight brought back memories from when the boys were younger and would glue themselves at the hip to create all sorts of crazy contraptions that were sure to revolutionize the world.

Norman was brought out of his thoughts when Otto stepped closer. "Just please don't destroy the lab with whatever you two create."

"Aww, come on Otto." Harry flashed him a grin. "That's half the fun!"

One of Otto's actuators squealed.

"Of course he's joking Flo. He wouldn't actually blow us up."

The grin on the younger man's face grew even more. "Don't hohold yohour breheath."

And that's when the first dimple popped up.

Peter noticed it and he gave Harry's cheek a quick poke. "Yeah, yohou cahan tell he's teasing because his dimple's poking ohout."

In response, Harry playfully shoved him. "Shut up!"

Otto immediately turned. "You have dimples?"

"Yeah?"

"That's adorable!"

The younger man rolled his eyes. "Not that big of a dealAH---!"

Peter grinned as he poked Harry's side again. "You can really see thehem when he gets tickleheled."

"Knock ihit ohoff!" Harry poked him back. "Or I'll tickle you bahack!"

Meanwhile, Norman moved a little closer. "Peter's not wrohong. Aha few tickles and both of them just pop out."

Harry groaned into his hands. "Dad!"

Otto chuckled. "Oh doho thehey now?"

"Yeheah!" Peter also slipped in a tickle to his friend's side. "And they're adorablehel!"

While Harry fought off Peter's hand, Norman slipped in another tickle to his other side. "The cutehest."

Harry kept one hand directed towards Peter while the other whipped around to his Dad's. "No!"

By now, one full dimple was already on display for the group.

Otto cooed. "I've got to see thihis."

"No you dohoOON'T! OTTO!"

"Yes I do." Otto's actuators grabbed Harry's wrists and lifted them above his head. "This ihis tohoo cute! You're usually so cocky Ihi wahant to see the other side!"

The younger man squirmed. "C-come on Otto! Put me doOWN!"

Norman wiggled his fingers into his son's ribs. "There was a spot somewhere up here that had him grinning like crazy."

"Hey hehey hehehey!"

"Reallyhy?" Peter wiggled his fingers into Harry's side. "I thought it wahas dohown here."

"Eep! Jeherks!"

"Noho no no Peter, Ihi think wehere both wrohong." Norman then moved down to spider into Harry's stomach. "I think it was hehere."

"Ah! Noho!" Harry snorted.

Peter chuckled. "No way! Yohou found the snort switch Misteher Ohosbohorne!"

Otto even had to grin. "Awww, he looks absolutely adorable."

By now, the second dimple on Harry's face was already starting to peep out as he blushed darkly. He tried to pull his elbows in to hide the betraying features.

"Hehey!" Peter spidered into his armpits. "No hidihing."

Harry jumped and cackled at the attack.

Otto's actuators pulled Harry's arms a little farther apart so he couldn't hide as easily. "Awww, hihis armpihits ahare almost as bad as yohours Pete."

Peter blushed this time. "Nu-uh!"

"Oh Otto, if you think his armpits are bad." Norman spidered his hands down to Harry's hips. "Watch this!"

When Norman dug into his son's hips, Harry immediately squealed and squirmed.

"Aww, look at thahat." One of the actuators pinched Harry's cheek again. "Thohose dimplehels are soho precious.

"SHUT UHUP!"

The second dimple on Harry's face was already showing as clearly as the first, but Norman thought it could be even more clear. "Hey Peter."

Peter peeked up at Norman. "Yehes?"

"Grab his ankles for me."

"Dohont yohou dahare!"

Peter sat cross legged on the floor so he could wrap his arms around Harry's legs. "Are hihis feet bahad?"

Norman started. "You mean you don't know?"

Peter shook his head. "I've never gotten past his thighs."

Harry tried to kick his legs. "For gohood reasohon!"

Norman knelt down beside Peter. "His toes used to be a big hot spot."

"Dad!"

The older man continued removing his son's shoe. "He does kick quite a bit so you have to hold his legs pretty good or you risk getting kicked in the face."

"Dahad!"

Norman started tickling along Harry's foot. "Hold him tight Pete."

"NahAH! NAhat thehERE!"

"Then if you tickle right here." Norman moved up to tickle under Harry's toes. "He really goes crazy!"

The squeal that left Harry's mouth could rival MJ or Gwen and would definitely be used for teasing material in the future.

"Wohow." Peter had to readjust his hold to keep Harry's legs in place. "Ihi didn't know he could mahake thahat noise."

"Keeping secrets from your best friend Harry?" Norman scratched under his son's big toe. "Ahand afteher you found all of his tickle spots?"

"Yeah!" Peter added. "Fohor shahame."

Harry tried to respond, but everything he tried kept getting swallowed up by laughter.

Then Norman wiggled one of his toes. "This little piggy went to market."

"NO!"

"This little piggy stayed home."

"DAHAD!"

"This little piggy had roast beef."

"KNOCK IHIT OHOFF!"

"This little piggy had none."

"PLEASE!"

Norman paused on the smallest toe. "And this little piggy---."

"SQUEE!" Harry started thrashing again. "DOHOHN'T."

"He went---."

"DAHAD!"

Then Norman scribbled across his son's foot. "Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!"

"NAEEEEEH!"

It was rare to see this playful side of the great Norman Osborne. He normally kept it reserved for Peter and Otto, but it was very sweet to see him use it as a bonding experience with his son.

Especially now with both dimples beaming on his bright red face.

Otto cooed. "Who knew soho muhuch cuteness could be trapped with so much sarcasm."

Norman chuckled as he eased up on the tickling. "The sarcasm ihis juhust aha cover up."

Harry collapsed into residual giggles. "Sh-shut uhup!"

"Hey." Peter reached up to poke his side. "You never said stohop."

Harry playfully kicked his friend before Otto gently lowered him back to the ground. "You tahalk tohoo muhuch."

Norman chuckled. "Hehe's nohot wrong."

Harry growled and jumped on top of his dad's back sending both of them to the ground. "Fihight me old mahan!"

Norman immediately joined in on the play fighting. "You're on!"

However, as the two continued rolling across the floor, the dimples never left Harry's face.

And after missing them for so many years, Norman hoped they never did.

#lee harry osborn #ler norman osborn #ler peter 2 #mentions of octodad #ticklefic

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fluffy-ami · 2 years

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@favanimetpn yes. I can 👁️

And so, after a little bit of improvement, I decided to draw this 🤡✨

...the kids (def not me) got a tiny bit carried away with the cheer-up tickles tho- (and shush i love Phil so I needed him to be there 👁️)

#the promised neverland #tickling #tickle art #ami's art #my stuff #ler!emma #lee!norman #emma #norman #phil #ray #favanimetpn🍕#also #please do not tag as a ship #cause there's none 👁️#it iS fAmiLy tiCklEs fOr meh 🗿🌸✨

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veryblushyswitch · 2 years

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The Promised Neverland ~ (tickle fic)

Summary: Norman has been annoying Emma and Ray all day, so it’s time for them to get their revenge.

Lee: Norman

Lers: Emma & Ray

Authors Note: One of the requests that got lost in my drafts for literal months… This is for the amazing @coolbananas143! Also gonna tag the wonderful @duckymcdoorknob! Sorry this took forever and hope you enjoy 💖

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Emma and Ray have had enough. Random pokes to their sides and scribbles to their necks when they weren’t looking, all to see the back of Norman as he sprinted away.

Emma and Ray couldn’t count the number of times they’ve shrieked in just the span of a few hours. So, the two came together and formed a plan.

Norman’s eyes closed as he breathed in the fresh air. A cool breeze gently swayed the leaves of the tree he resided under. Everything was calm. That was… until he felt two different hands grab his wrists.

His arms were hoisted above his head, a small yelp of surprise left his lips as He opened his eyes to see red hair and a giant smirk.

Emma sat herself next to Norman’s right side and Ray on the left. Each a wrist in one hand.

“Hehe… hey guys.” Norman giggled nervously. Ray giggled back, but it sounded more like a revenge filled little laugh.

“Norman, you know why we’re here?” Emma asked with a poke to Norman’s side.

“GAH! No! Wait!” “No more waiting. Time for revenge.” Ray smirked starting to squeeze Norman’s side.

Rahahahay! Nohoho! NAHAHA! EHEMMAHA! Nahat thehehere!” Norman laughed when Emma poked up and down his ribs.

“Not here?” Emma teasingly questioned as she squeezed his lower ribs.

“Yehehehes!” “Yes here? Okay!” Emma laughed at the giggly groan she got from Norman.

Ray scratched at his sides and slowly worked his way to Norman’s stomach. A high pitched shriek rant in their ears as Norman arched his back and shook his head.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAY! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The pulling at his pinned arms became more desperate.

“You could never handle being tickled here could you? Ever since we were little.” Ray’s comment caused a blush to spread across Norman’s face.

Emma continued to squeeze at his ribs, moving up more towards his underarms but staying at the top two ribs.

“NONONO- NOHOHOHO! EHEHEMMAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!” Norman wailed kicking at the grass.

Ray clawed at at the center of Norman’s stomach, unable to hide his smile when Norman jerked at the action and bucked his hips.

“HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! EHEHEMMA! RAHAHAY! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

The two smirked and stopped their hands. Emma rubbed Norman’s stomach which kept him in a constant state of panicked giggles.

“What are you sorry for?” Emma gave his stomach a poke.

“GAH! IhI’m sorry for tickling you all day, Emmaha.” Emma let go of his arm, booping his nose with a thank you.

“And what about me?” Ray asked kneading fingers under Norman’s arm that was still pinned.

“GAHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAY I’M SOHOHORRY TO YOU TOHOO!” Ray stopped and let him go, crossing his arms with a satisfied look.

“HEHEhehehe. Oho my gosh.” Norman curled on his side. “You guhuys are mehean.”

“We’ll you deserved it. And don’t think we won’t do it again.” Ray poked his side.

“Okahay! Okay! No mohore!” He sat up.

Emma, however, tackled him right back to the ground in a hug. Norman hugged her back, giggling when her hair lightly tickled his neck. Ray rested a hand on both of their heads ruffling their hair.

“We love you, Norman. And don’t think you can’t tickle us. But Ray was right, you deserved that after every sneak attack today.”

“Understandable. It was fun though.” Norman smiled poking Ray’s side.

“HHNG! Dohon’t!” Ray blushed and covered his side. They all laughed and hugged one more time before heading inside for dinner.

#tickle fic #the promised neverland #the promised neverland tickle #the promised neverland tickle fic #norman #lee norman #ticklish norman #emma #ler emma #ray #ler ray #anime #anime tickle #anime tickle fic

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lee-lucius · 11 months

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Missed You

Word Count: 588

"What's wrong, Emma? You couldn't sleep?" Norman whispered to the red-headed girl crouched by his bedside.

"Of course not!" She exclaimed with a pout. "It's not the same without you there!"

He laughed softly, careful not to irritate his throat further. He had been sent to stay in the infirmary after he got sick to prevent it from spreading to the other kids, but that didn't stop Emma or Ray from sneaking inside to see him. "It's only for one night."

She shot up, whisper-shouting at him, "You don't know that! What if you never get better?" She collapsed dramatically onto the bed and shuffled over so she was laying beside him.

"Emma, you have to go! You're gonna get sick too, and you'll be in trouble if Mama catches you again!"

"But if I get sick then I can stay here with you!"

He wished she could. He'd be a lot less miserable with a companion. As doting as Mama was, she only had so much time she could spend taking care of Norman when she was busy with the rest of his siblings. But it wasn't completely awful. It was only a cold, and he knew he'd be better soon, not that his symptoms were actually that bad. Plus Emma and Ray made sure to find ways he was entertained, even from afar. He could handle one more night without them.

"Come on, you have to go."

"Don't be so serious all the time, Norman!" She whined. Her frown quickly changed into a blinding smile as she, Norman could only assume, came up with some odd and occasionally brilliant idea. "You're too stiff!"

She poked him in the side, and he giggled, shaking his head, "No I'm not."

"Yes! You! Are!" She accompanied each exclamation with another poke, producing a continuous stream of giggles from her friend.

"Am nahahat!" He shrank away from her touch, but Emma was as persistent as ever as she squeezed his sides, making him squeak.

"So I can stay with you?"

"Nohoho! Be mohohore cahaharefuhul!" He pleaded, laughter growing as she began scribbling her fingers across his stomach. "Youhuhu'll gehehet sihihihick too!"

"See? You totally need to relax more! You're too worried!"

"Ehemmahahah! I mehehean ihihit!"

She stuck her tongue out at him, digging into his ribs. "So do I!"

His laughter went silent for a moment before he erupted into a coughing fit.

"Norman! Are you okay?" She backed away from him, worry in her big, green eyes.

"Mhm. I'm fine," He answered after his coughing subsided and took steady sips from a glass of water on his nightside. "Besides, I had fun."

She threw her arms around, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Emma!" He scolded, water spilling onto the bed as she jumped back with a shriek, making them both laugh.

"Well, I was wondering what the noise was," Mama spoke up from the doorway. They both froze in fear. "Emma, why exactly is it that you're in here after what happened this morning?"

"Oh! I um… I… got lost?" Norman sighed.

"Then I suppose we should get you back to your room before you get sick. Come on."

Emma wanted to protest but the words died in her throat at Mama's stern look. Sullenly, she looked back at Norman with a pout, waving, and mouthing the words "I'll see you tomorrow" as Mama dragged her out. Norman managed to stifle his laughter until they left the room.

He missed her already, and tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle drabble #tpn tickling #the promised neverland #tpn emma #tpn norman #tpn #lee!norman #ler!emma

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tommobearbee · 7 months

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No escurinho²

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Oi Oi pessoas do dia! Um olá especial para os entediados e sonolentos! Então, eu queria dizer que assim como a primeira parte, essa é um delírio do tédio e da carência extrema, então se você achar melosa, açucarada, e muito íntima, é por isso! Um beijo na bunda pra quem deu uma chance, e espero que goste✰

𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘊̧𝘈̃𝘖: 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴!

Harry sabe que Louis é sua prioridade, mas será que Louis sabe 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚?

➴☪︎➶

Existem dias bons, dias onde Harry não chega em casa a ponto de desmaiar de cansaço, dias incríveis onde pode chegar cedo e pode gastar algum tempo na cozinha, se aventurando no fogão ou apenas assaltando a geladeira cheia de docinhos que seu noivo prepara ao longo da semana, também existem dias perfeitos (geralmente seus dias de folga) onde seu tempo livre coincide com o de Louis e os dois tem todo tempo do mundo para aproveitar a companhia um do outro, maratonando modern family ou dormindo no sofá enquanto assistem algum dos filmes franceses independentes que Louis tanto ama (ou quando Harry tem sorte, um filme de "homem branco raivoso" como Louis aprendeu a chamar depois de ler em um de seus "livros de garotinha iludida", como Harry os chama), esses dias geralmente são uma mistura de um tédio gostoso, cochilos aleatórios e sexo forte no tapete felpuda que sua mãe os deu, e que Louis jura odiar (Harry sabe que ele ama aquele tapete, mas nunca vai admitir). São seus dias preferidos.

Também existem dias muito ruins, onde percebe que não tem passado muito tempo com Louis por estar trabalhando demais e a culpa o consome, dias péssimos onde os dois não conseguem se entender em nada e brigam por todas as pequenas coisas, dias terríveis em que a rotina os sufoca e os deixa a flor da pele. E existem os dias miseráveis, onde tudo isso vem se uma vez só, geralmente são raros, mas tem acontecido em intervalos menores desde que Styles decidiu pegar quantos turnos extras precisar para ajudar a economizar para o casamento que ambos tem sonhado, acumulando mais estresse que o normal, e passando ainda menos tempo em casa.

Esse devia ter sido um dos dias perfeitos, teoricamente seria seu primeiro dia de folga (uma folga irregular, depois de turnos irregulares)em quase duas semanas, os dois se programaram para fazer desse um " dia da preguiça ", sem visitas, sem idas ao mercado, sem falar de trabalho, e todas as reuniões que Louis devia ter na editora onde trabalha foram canceladas desde o início da semana. Tudo perfeitamente organizado para terem seu dia de descanso, até que na noite anterior Harry recebeu a ligação de um colega de patente, pedindo que o substituísse durante o dia para que o mesmo resolvesse um problema de família, e geralmente Styles diria um não de forma delicada, mas Norman tem o dia de folga seguinte ao dele ( o seu é na quinta, o do homem na sexta, é perfeito) e ter um favor para cobrar não seria nada ruim, então sem pensar muito, concordou. E simples assim, seu dia perfeito se tornou miserável.

Deitado em sua cama, olhando o relógio digital na mesinha ao lado marcar meia noite e vinte, com a cabeça fria e as emoções mais calmas, Harry sabe que foi uma decisão ruim. Seu dia se resumiu a pequenas ocorrências e muitas viagens de viatura para recolher bêbados problemáticos, além de um aperto no peito quase constante, remoendo a discussão acalorada que teve com Louis, todas as coisas que falou sem pensar das quais se arrependeu quase imediatamente, mas foi orgulhoso demais para admitir. Achou que ao chegar em casa o clima estaria melhor para uma conversa, mas depois de procurar seu noivo pela casa inteira e não encontrar sequer um bilhetinho, percebeu que foi muito otimista.

Louis voltou a pelo menos 4 horas, e Harry precisou se segurar para não chorar quando o viu entrar no banheiro, tomar banho e sair do quarto sem sequer olhar em sua direção, como se não tivesse o visto, aquilo o fez se sentir tão pequeno que desde então seu corpo ainda não consegiu relaxar, e desde então o silêncio no andar de baixo é tanto que poderia jurar que não tem ninguém mais em casa, faz uma parte de seu cérebro quase coçar em agonia.

Cansado de esperar, Harry salta da cama e desce as escadas, pisando nos degraus tão levemente que demora mais que sua ansiedade permite para chegar a pequena sala de estar, percebendo que a televisão esta ligada em um canal aleatório, mas Louis não esta prestando atenção, invés disso está digitando algo no notebook, seus óculos refletindo o texto na tela e seu rosto sério e focado sendo iluminado apenas pela luz dos aparelhos, já que a lâmpada esta apagada.

- Lou? - Harry se surpreende um pouco com o som da própria voz, e percebe que é a primeira vez que fala desde a hora do almoço (quando fez seu pedido na lanchonete). Quando Louis o olha, o impulso de cobrir seu peito nu do olhar quase gélido vem com força, e não há resposta. - Não vai deitar? - Sua voz soa baixa, quase intimidada sob aqueles olhos azuis.

- Não, preciso terminar de revisar algumas coisas. - Ele não é rude, mas quando vira o rosto de volta pro notebook Harry sente o desconforto crescer em seu peito, a sensação de pequenez tomando conta novamente, talvez por isso a próxima vez que fala o som é carregado de um tom ácido que lembra o que usou pela amanhã, e iniciou tudo isso.

- Achei que não podíamos trazer trabalho pra casa. - E novamente, se arrepende assim que termina a frase.

- Achei que hoje seria seu dia de folga. - Harry quase deseja que os olhos azuis se desviem de se de novo quando a frieza que estava ali some e da lugar á raiva.- Por que me quer lá? Dorme abraçadinho com o distintivo. - E sua atenção vai novamente para a tela, mesmo sem conseguir se concentrar no texto.

Harry respira fundo, e se aproxima um pouco de Louis, o frio arrepia sua pele quando se senta na pontinha da mesinha de centro para conseguir puxar a mão do outro para se, só assim conseguindo sua atenção por cima da tela do aparelho.

- Me desculpe. - Não é difícil dizer, não quando quis dizer essas palavras a tarde inteira. - Me desculpe por tudo que eu disse, pelo jeito que falei com você.- A raiva nos olhos de Louis quase desaparece, mas dá lugar a algo pior, tristeza.

- Entendo porquê falou daquele jeito, eu também falei e me desculpo, mas você sequer parou pra pensar que esse não é o problema não é?- Ele parece tão magoado, Harry sente vontade de se bater ao ver os olhos azuis o olharem quase com uma decepção relutante.

- Então qual o problema baby? Você sabe que não falei por mal, só fiquei frustrado com a discussão e falei merda, sabe que viro um idiota quando brigamos. - Louis solta a mão da sua.

- Esse não é o único problema. - Sua voz sobe para um tom que Harry poucas vezes viu, Louis é sempre mais tranquilo que ele durante as discussões. - Fiquei chateado porque esse era o nosso dia e você estragou todos os nossos planos sem sequer falar comigo, você não precisava ir, mas escolheu isso, escolheu passar o dia no trabalho invés de ficar aqui comigo, e me tratou como se eu fosse uma criança fazendo birra.- Louis toma fôlego, sabe que passou dos limites no tom de voz, e se corrige. -Eu também tenho um trabalho Harry, mas sempre que você tem uma folga eu mudo todo o meu cronograma para estar com você, só o meu trabalho precisa esperar? Só eu tenho que me adaptar? Hoje tudo que você disse nas entrelinhas foi: " meu trabalho é mais importante que o seu, mais importante que você e mais importante que nossa relação".- Sua voz fraqueja no fim, e Louis se cala antes que piore, se acomoda de volta no sofá e fecha os olhos com força antes que a ardência neles se torne lágrimas que sabe que não vão cessar tão cedo.

Depois do pequeno choque, Harry não pode evitar se sentir uma droga. Não tinha realmente percebido o quanto magoou Louis quando o acusou de estar sendo infantil pela manhã enquanto discutiam, e não pode negar que realmente não levou seus sentimentos em consideração quando aceitou aquele acordo, mas nunca passou por sua cabeça que seu noivo tivesse traduzido sua atitude idiota como indiferença pelo relacionamento deles.

Louis se assusta quando sente o peso atingir seu colo, e abre os olhos quando sente cócegas na ponta do nariz feitas por pequenas molinhas perdumandas, um abraço tão apertado ao redor de seu pescoço que é quase sufocante, mas é impossível não retribuir quando o perfume chega a seu nariz, o corpo quente tão perto do seu quase o deixa esquecer a dor em seu peito.

-Harry... - Devia ter soado como uma repreensão, mas Louis sabe que fracassou quando sua voz sai mais como um chamado, suas mãos apertando a cintura fina descoberta quando sente a boca macia deixar pequenos beijos em suas suas palpebras. Droga, ele sentiu saudades, estando chateado ou não.

- Me desculpe, me desculpe, me desculpe. - A cada pedido um beijo é depositado nos cílios molhados, e Harry não quer imaginar que fez seu garoto chorar. - Fui idiota, sei que não devia ter aceitado e não vou tentar me explicar porque sei que não é o que precisa de mim, mas preciso que saiba que mesmo que eu tenha sido um idiota, eu te amo Lou, você é o que me faz voltar pra casa todo dia ansioso, pego mais turnos porque quero que quando a gente se casar a cerimônia seja uma lembrança que vamos nos orgulhar se guardar em álbuns, não vinte minutos em um cartório com sua mãe e a minha, sei que isso não justifica minha ausência e não melhora nada, mas quero que saiba que não fico longe porque não quero estar com você, me desculpe não ter deixado claro o quanto você importa para mim boo.- Sua voz é baixa, mas sinceras, e os pequenos beijos não param até chegar a boca que tanto quis beijar durante o dia inteiro.

Louis não pensa antes de aprofundar o beijo, as duas mãos puxando o corpo alheio para mais perto do seu, e puxando de volta quando Harry se afasta e rebola em seu colo, repetindo esses movimentos mais vezes e causando ofegos sofregos entre o beijo, uma necessidade quase primitiva de contato.

- Eu não queria fazer birra, só queria que passasse o dia aqui. - Louis ofega quando Harry desce a boca para seu pescoço, e geme quando sente pequenas mordidas serem deixadas ali com força suficiente para marcar de vermelho. - V-Você trabalha tanto, e eu quero que fique mais em casa para descansar, para ficar comigo, com a nossa família, não precisamos nos casar agora, temos a vida inteira só para nós, e eu posso pegar mais horas extras, posso trabalhar mais dias na semana, podemos equilibrar, amor. - É quase impossível falar quando sente a bunda macia de Styles rebolando devagar em seu pau já duro, mas Louis sabe que não vai conseguir chegar a lugar nenhum sem terminar a conversa, sem se livrar o peso entre eles.

- Me desculpe, tentei fazer algo que achei que seria bom para nós e acabei fazendo besteira. Me deixa compensar você amor, por favor. - Harry sussurra perto de seu ouvido, mordendo o lóbulo de sua orelha e gemendo baixinho ao rebolar com mais força.

- Porra Hazz. - Louis não se impede de gemer quando sente o noivo morder o espaço sensível abaixo de seu maxilar, com certeza deixando uma marca bem evidente. - Pestinha, você adora teimar. - Ambos combinaram que marcas só devem ser deixadas em partes do corpo que ficam cobertas pela roupa, evita momentos constrangedores no trabalho de ambos (mais no de Harry). Mas é óbvio que Harry não respeita essa regra.

- Não sabe como eu amo olhar para elas depois.- Um beijinho é depositado na pequena mancha vermelha, e a satisfação que essa pequena marca gera em seu peito é quase assustadora, Harry mexe o quadril quase automaticamente, cada vez mais urgente.

- Vai com calma. - O sorriso presunçoso nasce lentamente nos lábios de Louis, e se Harry não estivesse tão ocupado pensando no pau dele bem fundo, atingindo cada ponto dentro de si (principalmente um bem específico, que seu noivo é especialista em encontrar), teria revirado os olhos. - Devagar Harry, não vou fugir daqui. - As mãos tatuadas de Louis seguram seu quadril com força, ambas penetrando o tecido leve de sua boxer e apertando seu quadril com força, obrigando seus quadris a parar de mexer, Harry tenta mais uma vez, e resmunga quando recebe um aperto ainda maior.

- Harry não...Sabe que odeio quando me chama assim.- Reclama, tentando mais uma vez se mover, apenas para receber um puxão firme suficiente para faze-lo choramingar com a dorzinha.- Boo...

- Desculpe Hazzy. - Louis faz um carinho no lugarque recebeu o aperto de sua mão, e Harry não sabe se a moleza que invade seu corpo é culpa do apelido ou do toque reconfortante.- Mas sabe que não gosto quando não me escuta. - Harry sabe, e tenta nunca contrariar um pedido ou ordem, odeia quando não consegue ser um bom garoto para Louis.

- Desculpa boo... - Sua cabeça cacheada encontra conforto no ombro coberto de Louis, que só agora Styles percebe estar vestindo uma de suas camisas, provavelmente uma das que tem o escudo de um time aleatório, Harry ás odeia, mas ganhou três em seu aniversário e todas ficam bonitas em Louis.

- Eu te amo. - A voz de tomlinson é tão doce que arrepia desde a nuca coberta de cachinhos até o cós da boxer, e faz um suspiro fugir dos lábios de Harry. - Eu te amo e nada é mais importante que sua presença pra mim. - A fala vem acompanhada de mãos quentes em sua bunda e Styles sequer se assusta quando sente seu corpo ser levantado, Louis atravessando a sala de volta às escadas consigo no colo é o motivo de seu coração ficar confuso entre acelerar loucamente ou ficar calmo como não ficou o dia todo.

Assim que chegam ao quarto, Louis fecha a porta e clica no pequeno painel atrás dela algumas vezes, apagando a luz do quarto e diminuindo a temperatura, logo depois seguindo até a cama e colocando nela o corpo enroscado ao seu, com uma leve resistência.

- Eu já volto amor. - É preciso que sussurre no pescoço quente do noivo, só assim Harry permite que se afaste de seu corpo, e o olhar que Louis encontra nos olhos verdes sintilantes quase o fazem desistir, um dom de Styles pelo qual é apaixonado é a forma como o outra é transparente, seus olhos mostram cada emoção guardada, e no momento exibem uma necessidade quase sufocante, que Louis sabe bem como sanar. - Por que não tira hm? Já venho, e vou ser todo seu amor. - Sua mão guia a alheia até a boxer branca, que já marca bem a pré ereção, e é uma luta interna para se afastar e deixar seu garoto sozinho ali.

Ao chegar na pequena varanda do quarto, Louis puxa as cortinas o suficiente para que a luz noturna adentre o espaço, fecha bem as portas de vidro, e não deixa de notar como a luz da lua destaca a beleza de Harry ao olhar para trás, a pelo clara quase reluz.

- Lou... - A voz é tão baixa que Harry dúvida que tenha sido ouvido, mas nota que sim e quando louis leva ambas as mãos ao cós de elástico da calça e se aproxima enquanto se livrar da peça, os olhos não saindo dos seus em momento algum do trajeto, e o lindo tom de azul fica ainda mais lindo quando o homem se acomoda entre suas pernas, ainda vestindo a camisa porque sabe que Harry gosta assim, e investindo contra seu quadril como se não suportasse mais esperar. - Eu te amo. - Sua voz se quebra em um gemido quando Louis o beija, tão devagar que é quase um carinho, e sua pelo se arrepia ao sentir os dedos tatuados espalharem o lubrificante geladinho que pegou da gaveta ali perto.- Hmhm, não preciso, só preciso de você. - é um milagre sua voz ter saído firme suficiente para que Louis entendesse, e é a única pausa que aceita no beijo gostoso.

- Eu te amo mais. - Não passa de um murmúrio, mas Harry quase chora, porque ele vem acompanhado do primeiro movimento que Louis faz para colocar seu pau no seu cuzinho apertado, que se contrai e relaxa ao redor do comprimento duro, e não existe sensação melhor para Harry que aquela, o corpo de Tomlinson cobrindo o seu, a língua molhada em contato com a sua, e o calor dos ofegos de prazer de seu homem.

Quando sente seu pau inteiro dentro, Louis começa a se mover, em movimentos preguiçosos e fundos, até sentir Harry relaxar ao seu redor, mas a primeira investida rápida faz o corpo abaixo do seu robresaltar e um gemido sofrido deixa os lábios inchados pelo beijo, Louis para na hora, preocupado, e quando olha para baixo o olhar sofrido de Harry aperta seu coração.

- Boo, assim não... - a voz chorosa não é só impressão, Harry realmente esta chorando, e Louis sente o sangue gelar ao pensar que machucou seu garoto, e teria retirado seu pau se suas mãos não segurassem seu quadril no lugar. - devagarinho, quero devagarinho amor.- E não existe nada no mundo que Louis negaria àqueles olhinhos molhados, ou àquela vozinha lhe pedindo aquilo como se fosse a coisa mais importante do mundo.

- devagarinho então princesa, como você quiser. - Louis beija as bochechas molhadas, e volta a pôr seu peso encima do corpo alheio porque sabe que é assim que seu garoto gosta, a ereção de Harry entre o abdômen de ambos deixa tudo mais molhado, e os pequenos gemidos baixos relaxam o resto de tensão no corpo de Louis, que volta a mover o quadril e ocupar sua boca com o pescoço imaculado abaixo de se, mandando pro inferno a regra de não deixar marcas e fazendo uma bagunça de saliva ali que deixa Harry em êxtase, sobrecarregado por sentir sua ereção se esfregar na camisa de tomlinson e seu cuzinho de alargar ao redor do pau que não chega a sair nem metade de dentro de se antes de retornar devagar, a boca afoita de Louis sendo o fim de sua sanidade.

A mistura de sons preenche o quarto, o leve balançar do colchão, os ofegos altos e ocasionais gemidos, o barulho molhado do lubrificante enquanto Louis mete no ritmo ditado por Harry, que segura sua bunda e faz questão de apertar sempre que sua glande alcança um pontinho que Louis sabe bem onde fica, mas evita de propósito até que seu garoto perda a paciência e mova o quadril contra o seu, apenas para que possa empurra-lo de volta para baixo com mais força.

Harry não saberia dizer por quanto tempo sente o calor e peso gostoso do noivo sobre si, ou quantas vezes gozou de forma preguiçosa com o estímulo em seu pau, não sabe em que momento a exaustão o ganhou, mas quando acordar novamente Louis ainda está ali, o corpo relaxado entre suas pernas ainda rodeado por suas coxas, a camisa grudenta entre ambos, e o rosto entre seus cachos, a respiração calma suficiente para que Harry saiba que já dorme a um tempo. Devia ser desconfortável, mas não é, e Harry passaria horas acordado sentindo o pau dele enterrado em sua cuzinho dolorido, sentindo a porra ainda quentinha e arrepiando a cada espasmo cansado, o abraço firme sendo sua âncora.

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E foi isso pessoas! Sei que é bem mais extensa que a primeira parte, mas gostei assim, espero que vc leitor tbm tenha gostado, se sim, me da um feedback ai! É isso, obg por ler e lembre-se que conversar com quem você ama sempre vai ajudar no problema!

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guy-busleeness · 9 months

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Comfort hugs? Boring. Comfort tk hugs?

YAAAAAAAAAAAS

(not a ship)

#my friendly neighborhood #my friendly neighborhood tickles #tickle content #tickle art #besties #I fuckin love these stupid little puppets sm😭#Leonard mfn #Norman mfn #lee!leonard #ler!norman

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intheticklecloset · 5 months

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The Promised Neverland Coffee Shots #1-5

A collection of The Promised Neverland Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Norma, Ler Ray

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Ray grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he glared at Norman.

Norman smiled sweetly at him as always, shrugging. “The younger kids want to play with you so bad, Ray. Can’t you indulge them a little bit? Even one game?”

“Where’s my book, Norman?”

Norman folded his arms behind his back innocently. “I don’t know.”

“Liar.”

“Am I?” Now Norman’s tone was challenging, his blue eyes fixed on his grumpy friend with unwavering confidence. “Am I, Ray?”

Ray huffed out an irritated sigh. “Give it back.”

“I don’t have it.”

“Then where’d you put it?”

“I didn’t put it anywhere.”

“Norman.” Ray took a step closer, getting into Norman’s personal space. “Where. Is. My. Book?”

“Like I said, I don’t know.”

“That’s it!” Suddenly Ray tackled him to the ground, making Norman yelp in surprise. Ray usually fought with his mind, not with his hands, but unluckily for him he wasn’t as physically strong as either of his oldest friends, so he went down easily and succumbed just as fast when Ray’s fingers found his sides and dug in. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle it out of you!”

“Ah! Ray! Wahahahahahahait!” Norman squealed, tossing his head back and weakly pushing at his friend’s arms as giggles spilled out of him. He tried to gain leverage by digging his heels into the ground and flipping over, but Ray merely straddled him and made sure to keep him right where he was. “Ahahahahahaha! No, wahahahahahahahait! I reheheheheheheally don’t knohohohohohohow!”

“Liar.”

“I’m nohohohohohohot!” Norman cried, cheeks pink with uncontrollable mirth, squirming helplessly against the tickling onslaught. “I dohohohohohon’t hahahahahave it! I don’t know whehehehehere she put it!”

Ray stopped. “She?”

Norman realized his mistake and widened his eyes. “No, Ray—”

“So Emma has it.”

“No!”

Ray studied him for a moment, then began tickling once again, leaning in close to his friend’s laughing face as he growled, “Liar.”

Norman decided that – as long as it was for Emma – taking Ray’s punishment really wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

2) Lee Phil, Ler Emma

“Not here? What about here?” Emma teased playfully, beaming at the squealing, childlike giggles she was getting for her efforts. Phil lay rolling around in the grass under her fingers as she gently tickled first his belly, then his little ribs, then his neck and ears. “Or here? How about here?”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Emmahahahahaha!” The four-year-old’s smile was wide as he shrieked and flailed his arms, either unable or unwilling to even try and push her away. “It tickles! It tihihihihickles!”

“Aww, well, that’s the point, Phil!” Emma laughed with him, going back down to his belly, which seemed to be a good spot. “The tickle monster’s got you now! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Phil laughed freely for several more moments, then finally called out his surrender. “Ehehehehehehehe! S-Stohohohohohop, Emma!”

Emma did as she was asked, ruffling his hair and letting him catch his breath. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” he replied enthusiastically, sitting up and grinning at her. “That was fun!”

“I think so, too!” She pulled him into a hug. “Want to play another round?”

Phil leapt to his feet and took off again, already giggling. “Count to a minute!”

“I will!”

In the midst of her counting, Ray came up behind her. “The kid really likes hide and tickle, doesn’t he? Has he ever asked to play the tickle monster instead?”

Emma smiled up at him. “Not so far, but he’s smart. He’ll figure out sooner or later that he can be the chaser, too.”

“Why not offer?”

“Like I’d offer to get tickled when I’m caught!”

Ray smirked. “Ah, come on. You have to admit it would be kind of funny to be taken down by a four-year-old.” He reached down and tweaked her ribs playfully, making her shoot to her feet and give him a devious grin.

“Careful, Ray, or I’ll come after you next.”

“Yeah, whatever. Your time’s up, by the way. Go get him.”

Emma jabbed his ribs in return and took off before he could retaliate, dashing into the forest in search of her little friend, whom she found incredibly easily. Once again she caught and tickled him, his giggles filling the air and making the afternoon that much sweeter.

3) Lee Ray, Lers Emma and Norman

Ray found himself backed up against a tree, Emma and Norman approaching him from either side, their eyes devious and fingers wiggling. “Guys, I swear, if you tickle me…”

“You’ll what, Ray?” Emma asked teasingly. “You won’t help us escape anymore? We all know you won’t do that~”

Ray clenched his fists. Things were serious right now – why weren’t they serious right now?! He was used to their crazy antics, having grown up with them for nearly his entire life. It wasn’t unheard of for him to get roped into their tickle fights sometimes, but it had been months since the last time, and – again – they were supposed to be taking things seriously!

“Why are you guys wasting time with this crap? We need to stay focused on what’s important!” he snapped at them, considering his options. Emma had him beat in athletic ability and Norman could outwit him in intelligence, but Ray was a balance of the both of them. He could find a way out of this. Right?

“Of course we’re staying focused,” Norman explained calmly. “But if we don’t act at least a little normal, Mom will get suspicious.”

Ray gritted his teeth. He decided that between the two of them, he’d have an easier time taking Norman down in order to get away, so in a flash of movement he barreled towards his friend, dodging him easily and shoving him aside to clear a path of escape…

Or so he thought.

Norman grabbed his arm to keep from toppling over and used his free hand to squeeze his ribs, making Ray squawk and turn to defend himself. In doing so he lost his footing for just long enough to trip and fall backwards, pulling Norman down with him and landing – unfortunately – beneath the weight of his friend.

And that was the end of it. Norman and Emma were on him in moments, grabbing his arms and pinning them to his sides so he couldn’t fight back.

“Wait! No!” Ray protested, unable to help the wobbly smile on his face from the anticipation of knowing what was coming. “Guys, don’t! Please, don’t!”

“Aww, he’s begging us now~” Emma giggled.

Norman smiled at him. “Too bad for you, we’re determined to hear you laugh one way or another. It’s been too long.”

Ray clamped his lips shut in defiance, only for them to fly open and unleash a tsunami of hysterics when they each grabbed one of his thighs and dug in mercilessly. “AGHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! DAHAHAHAHAHANG IT, YOU GUYS!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEATERS!! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”

Norman and Emma laughed along with him as they tickled Ray absolutely silly, and for a few blissful minutes, they all forgot about the dangers and the stress that had taken over their lives recently. Right now, they were happy to just have fun and enjoy the moment.

4) Lee Norman, Ler Don

“Are you laughing at me?” Don asked incredulously, peering through the now empty bookshelf at Norman, who had one hand over his mouth, trying to cover up his giggles.

“No, of course not,” he replied, though another snicker gave him away.

Don smirked. “What? Think this is funny?” He’d just been trying to grab one book from the shelf, but it was jammed in so tight that by removing it he ended up knocking nearly all of the books down with it, raining on him in a pile of flapping pages.

“No. I mean…” Norman shrugged, finally removing his hand to reveal his wide smile. “It is kind of funny. As long as you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not,” Don reassured him, flashing him an evil grin, “but if you think it’s so funny, I’ll give you something to really laugh about.”

Norman bolted as soon as he saw those teasing, wiggling fingers from the other side of the bookshelf, unable to control his excited giggles as he ran. He burst out of the door to the library and fled down the hall, nearly barreling right into Mom as she came up the stairs.

“Norman,” she scolded gently, “you know better than to run in the halls.”

“Sorry, Mom,” he replied hastily, glancing back to see Don hot on his tail and promptly ignoring her reminder. He ducked past her down the stairs, but his slight hesitation had been enough for his friend to catch up to him, and they barely made it outside before he was tackled into the grass.

“Gotcha!” Don cried, grinning as he plunged his fingers into Norman’s sides. “Take that!”

“Ah! Nahahahahahahaha! Wahahahahahahait!” Norman pleaded, spasming and curling up defensively, his giggles evolving into laughter while he squirmed helplessly. “Dohohohohohon! Don’t tihihihihihickle me!”

Don chuckled, aware that several of the kids who had been playing outside were now focused on the scene unfolding just beyond the doorway. “Why not? You know we all love hearing you laugh, Norman~”

Norman squealed and cackled even harder at that, trying to wriggle away to no avail. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohohohohon’t! Don, stahahahahahap it!”

“What’s that? Don’t stop?” Don chuckled at his friend’s cry of elated despair and continued tickling as the other kids gradually bounded toward them, wanting in on the fun. “Whatever you say!”

5) Lee Ray, Ler Norman

“You seem scared,” Norman remarked with a smile.

“I’m not scared.” Ray took a step back, felt the wall behind him, and bit back a startled gasp. He hadn’t realized how close he was to being trapped. “I just…I know what you’re going to do, and I’m…nervous.”

Norman’s smile remained unwavering. “Why? You know I’ll be gentle and stop when you want me to.”

“I know.” Ray clenched his fists to keep himself grounded when Norman stepped into his personal space, eye-to-eye with him. “Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.”

Norman grabbed his sides and squeezed, making Ray slap a hand over his mouth to hide the shriek that wanted to make itself known. He squirmed when his friend kept it up, squeezing and pinching and tickling all up and down his sides.

“Nohohorman!” he giggled, clutching his friend’s shoulders but not pushing away yet. “Jeheheherk, don’t lohohohohook at me like thahahahat!”

“Like what?” Norman asked innocently, traveling up to his underarms, making it harder for Ray not to protect himself. “I just think it’s cute, that’s all.”

“It’s nohohohohohot! It’s embahahahaharrassing!”

“You know the others would love it if they found out, right? They’d tickle you as much as you wanted.”

Ray blushed even harder. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up! I dohohohohon’t wahahahahant them to knohohohohow!”

“Know what?”

This was the tipping point in their game. Ray knew it, Norman knew it, and both of them knew what was going to happen next.

Ray growled, “You suhuhuhuhuhuck!”

Norman stopped, and he couldn’t help but grin at Ray’s fleeting look of disappointment. “Know what, Ray?”

The raven-haired boy huffed, averted his eyes, blushed even more. “That I like it, all right? I like being tickled.”

Norman beamed at him, grabbed his thighs, and kneaded his thumbs in deep.

Ray tossed his head back and exploded into laughter, grateful everyone else was gathering for lunch and couldn’t hear them from downstairs. He clutched Norman’s shoulders so hard it almost hurt, but his friend didn’t mind.

“Don’t worry,” Norman said, continuing to tickle and draw out the brightest laughter from his usually quiet, stoic friend. “Your secret is safe with me.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #sentence starters #compilation #the promised neverland #tpn emma #tpn ray #tpn norman #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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bigdreamerpeach · 3 months

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"WAKE UP , NORMAN"

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It was a wonderful day at the neighborhood. Lenard and the other are having fun,playing games and talking with each other. But someone was missing.... Where is Norman?

,Guys, did somesone see Norman?'' Lenard ask the others,but anyone shake the head. Lenard and the others stand up and looks around where Norman can be. After 20 minutes lenard found Norman in his bedroom, still sleeping. Lenard walk to him, sit down Norman bed

,Norman?'' Lenard ask and gentle shake Normans shoulder. Norman turns around and make a sleepy grow noice. Lenard sigh and shake a bit harder to wake Norman up , but ots Not working. Lenards eyes are glowing as he see Norman foot sticking out of the blanket.

Then lenard get a idea, he remember the time Norman wake him up. Lenard then sitting down next to normans foot and starts softly tickling him

'Mmhhp..." Norman make a little giggling noice and try to get his foot away , but lenard hold his leg tie. Lenard start tickling a bit harder

"Come on , Norman. Wake up buddy" lenard told and keeps tickling him

'Pffff....mhhhpf.."Norman try his best not to laugh but ...

'EEEEP! LENARD NOHOHO! STOOP!" Norman laughs and try to get lenard off his foot but lenard was to strong

'Tickle tickleee~ hehehe" lenard tease Norman , this makes Norman laugh more

'Lenard, stoohohop it ! Pleehehehase " Norman giggle and gentle push lenard away and hide his foot unter the blanket

'Hehehe, sorry Norman but you let me no choice" lenard says and sit next to Norman

Norman Look at him and smile. 'If you do this again lenard". Norman Poke lenards side , making him jump, :i get revenge''

'Eep! Okay okay i get it Norman, you can st-AHHHAHAHHHAHAHAHH! NORMAN NOOHOHOHO! NOT THERE! " Lenard laugh loud as Norman tickling his sides

Norman grin and tickling more as lenard fall on his back and wiggling around , to make Norman stop. "NORMAN PLEEHHEHEHEASE! AAAHHHAHAHA!*snort*HAHHAH!!"," hehe okay okay , i Stop". Norman stops and lenard breathing

'We better go to the others, they worried about us i guess." Lenard told Norman. "Yeah you right Lenard".

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This is my first tickle fic, hope you like it ,If you have ideas , you can give me and sorry when the Story is a bit short. The next fic come soon

#myfriendlyneighborhood #lee!lenard #ler!lenard #lee!norman #ler!norman #my friendly neighborhood tickle #tickle fic

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yiplee · 10 months

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Not-So-Scary Stories

A TPN ticklefic!

(Lee!Ray) (Ler!Emma)

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Sorry this isn’t South Park but I got this idea and I just HAD to write it out.

It’s Scary Story night in the Orphanage, but tonight’s storyteller Emma has something special planned for her spooky tale.

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All of the children gathered around in the dark room. Emma, Ray and Norman all sat together at the head of the group. Emma held a flashlight below her face, providing a spooky lighting to add to the atmosphere.

“Is everyone ready for my scary story?” Emma asked, looking around the room. The kids all nodded and murmured in agreement, with a few nervous giggles and whispers to eachother before they were hushed by Emma.

“Once upon a time…there was..a ghost. A ghost named Giggles!” Emma started. The children all murmured in confusion. This didn’t sound like a very scary ghost.

“And Giggles the ghost haunts children who..tell scary stories about him!” She continued, getting a few gasps. Didn’t that mean they would be haunted?

“And…he makes his presence known by..possessing a kid! And making them do a big, evil laugh! Hence his name, Giggles!” She announces, flickering the flashlight for effect, getting a few shrieks from the children.

“Yes, and-” She was interrupted by a sudden snicker next to her. Everyone’s eyes turned to Ray, as he tilted his head down to conceal his face, with some more small giggles coming from his direction. Although, it was hard to see much in the darkness.

“Ray? Are you alright?” Emma asked, feigning worry. Suddenly, Ray’s head shot up, as he shrieked with laughter. All of the kids screamed in unison.

Then suddenly, the lights were turned on by Norman. When everyone’s eyes adjusted…Ray wasn’t possessed! Emma was just tickling him!

“Ehehemma! Whahat the heheheck?!” Ray sputtered, squirming in her grasp as she had her hand wrapped around his back, and her fingers scribbled up and down his side.

The kids murmured in sighs of relief and giggles of amusement, watching the scene.

“What? I had to make it realistic!” Emma chuckled, going in with both hands to continue tickling Ray.

“Wehehell you should’ve told m- GAAHAHA EHEHEMMA THE STORY’S OVER! STAHAHAP!” Ray squealed, as Emma’s hands started tickling in his armpits.

Everyone watched in amusement as Ray was tickled to pieces by Emma, the usually stone-faced grump being reduced to a heap of giggles.

“Y’know Ray, a smile looks good on you. And your laugh is cute. You should do it more.” She comments sweetly, continuing to flutter her fingers across his ribs.

“E-EHEHEMMA PLEHEHEASE! CUHUHUT IT OUT!” Ray pleaded, squirming harder.

“Alright..if you promise to smile more!” Emma teased, diving her fingers back into his armpits, getting another squeal from him.

“NAAHAHAAHAHA NOHO!!” Ray shrieked, attempting to pull her hands away from his pits.

“No? You won’t? Well then, I guess I’ll just have to continue!” She teases, continuing to skitter her nails in Ray’s armpits.

“WAIT NOHOHO! THATS NAHAHAT WHAHAT I MEAHAHANT!!” Ray squealed, doubling over with laughter.

“Soooo…you’ll smile more? Huh? Will ya?” She teased, poking and tasing at his ribs.

“YEHEHEHES! WHAHAHATEVER! JUST STAHAHAP!” He conceded, pulling triumphantly away.

With a laugh, she released him. He sighed with relief as he caught his breath, recovering, as Norman sat back down with the others.

“Well, that was a not-so-scary story for you, huh, Ray?” Norman teased, getting a sharp glare from Ray.

“Don’t push it.” He warned. Norman chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, backing off.

The other kids all clapped for Emma’s story, and the flashlight was passed on to the next kid. They may be moving on to the next story now, but Ray would never live that down.

#tword #tickle content #tickle fic #tpn #tpn ticklefic #lee!ray #ler!emma #the promised neverland #the promised neverland tickles #in hindsight I could’ve taken this idea and made it South Park but I was halfway through when I realized that

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This is the complete list of characters I would have cameo at a Universal Animation assemblage similar to Once Upon a Studio.

Felix the Cat: Felix the Cat

Woody Woodpecker: Woody Woodpecker, Winnie Woodpecker

An American Tail: Fievel Mousekewitz, Tanya Mousekewitz, Papa Mousekewitz, Mama Mousekewitz, Yasha Mousekewitz, Tiger, Henri le pigeon, female pigeons, Tony Toponi, Bridget, Honest John, Gussie Mausheimer, Warren T. Cat, Digit, Maus Street Maulers, Cat R. Waul, TR Chula, the Cactus Cat Gang, Miss Kitty, Wylie Burp

Land Before Time: Littlefoot, Cera, Petrie, Ducky, Spike, Littlefoot's grandparents, Chomper

Opus 'n Bill: Opus, Bill the Cat, the ducks

We're Back!: A Dinosaur's Story: Rex, Elsa, Woog, Dweeb, Louie, Cecilia, Vorb, Stubbs, Captain Neweyes, Dr. Bleeb

Casper: Casper the Friendly Ghost, Stretch, Fatso, Stinky

Babe: Babe, Fly, Rex, Ferdinand, the mice

Balto: Balto, Jenna, Boris, Steele, Muk, Luk, Nikki, Kaltag, Star, Dixie, Sylvie, Rosy

Rocky & Bullwinkle: Rocket J. Squirrel, Bullwinkle J. Moose (in their 2D/CG 2000 looks), Fearless Leader, Boris Badenov, Natasha Femme-Fatale (in their 2D 2000 looks)

Curious George: Curious George, Ted the Man in the Yellow Hat, Maggie Dunlop

The Tale of Desperaux: Desperaux, his parents, Chiaroscuro "Roscuro", Chef Andre, Boldo

Despicable Me: Felonious Gru, Lucy Wilde, the Minions, Dr. Nefario, Margo, Agnes, Edith, Kyle, Vector, Mr. Perkins, Silas Ramsbottom, Eduardo Perez/El Macho, Antonio Perez, Scarlett Overkill, Herb Overkill, the Nelsons, Balthazar Bratt, Dru Gru, Marlena Gru, Fritz, Clive the Robot, the Vicious Six, Master Chow, Wild Knuckles' henchmen

Hop: EB, Easter Bunny, the Pink Berets, Carlos, Phil, bunnies, chicks

The Lorax: the Lorax, the Once-ler, Ted, Audrey, Mrs. Wiggins, Granny Norma, Aloysius O'Hare, O'Hare's bodyguards, Sy the Delivery Guy, the Hummingfish, the Swommee-Swans, the Barbaloots

The Secret Life of Pets: Max, Katie, Duke, Gidget, Snowball, Mel, Buddy, Pops, Tiberius, Rooster, Chuck, Liam, Daisy, Hu, Sergei, wolves

Sing: Buster Moon, Miss Crawley, Herman, Rosita, Norman, their piglets, Gunther, Johnny, Marcus, Stan, Barry, Ash, Lance, Becky, Eddie Noodleman, Nana Noodleman, Mr. and Mrs. Noodleman, Hobbes, Meena, her mother and grandparents, Mike, Nancy, Suki Lane, Porsha Crystal, Jimmy Crystal, Jerry, Nooshy, Darius, Klaus Kickenklober, Clay Calloway, the Q-Teez

The Grinch: the Grinch, Max, Fred, his mate and calf, Donna Who, Cindy-Lou Who, Bean, Buster, Bricklebaum, Mabel, Groopert, Axl, Izzy, Ozzy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, Toad, Bowser Koopa, Donkey Kong, Cranky Kong, Kamek, penguins, Giuseppe

Migration: the duck family, Delroy, Pigeon, Erin

Characters I'm unsure would make the assemblage:

The Veggies of VeggieTales

The Jetsons, Mr. Spacely and anyone involved in Jetsons the Movie

And for real-life people:

Steven Spielberg, David Kirschner, George Miller, and Chris Meledandri as themselves.

What do you think?

#once upon a studio #universal animation #illumination crossover

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top-tier-tickles · 1 year

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Bendy (BATDR AND BATIM) NEW/UPDATED Tickle Headcanons

To celebrate the arrival of Bendy and The Dark Revival, here are some Bendy tk headcanons. Some new, some are updated from the last headcanon batch. Enjoy!

SPOILERS FOR BENDY AND THE DARK REVIVAL!!!

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Henry Stein:

Still super ticklish

Hasn't had much physical contact since being locked up by the Keepers

His death spot is the ribs and sides

His laugh is calm until you hit any particularly sensitive spots

He's the dad friend, so he's definitely good at tickling people

Either to cheer them up or to be an ass

The real him gets tickled by Linda all the time

Sammy Lawrence:

Doesn't really appreciate being tickled

(Mostly because he's ticklish as fuck)

Worst spot is his hips

Was wrecked by Norman, Susie, and Jack a lot back when he was human

The only person he actually tickles is Jack (or Henry)

Uses his smooth voice to tease people

Was actually recorded while being tickled once, but Sammy made sure to bury that audio log where no one would ever find it (spoiler alert Henry found it)

Susie Campbell/Alice Angel

Doesn't mind being tickled

Worst spot is her ribs

Mostly tickled Sammy because he was a grumpy man

After turning into Alice, she hates being touched

Try anything and she'll fucking kill you

Seriously

Not above tickling others still though

Jack Fain

Really ticklish

He's the one who ratted Sammy out about his ticklishness to the others

Which got his ass wrecked

Worst spot is his belly, actually

Despite liking the quiet, he loves the sound of laughter

As a swollen searcher, he doesn't interact with anyone except Sammy

Allison Pendle/Connor/Angel

Starts tickle fights with Tom ALL THE TIME

She usually wins, too

Death spot is her neck, oddly

Was hardened by the studio, but still retained that playful side

Tickles her teammates to cheer them up

Thomas Connor/Tom Boris

Tickling is one of the very few ways to fluster this man

Death spot is his belly

His laugh is very gruff at first, but the longer you tickle him, the more soft it gets

Tickle hugs are his specialty

Has used them on Wally multiple times cause he was tired of his shit (and vice versa)

As a wolf, he's a little less ticklish, but he likes being scratched on the ears and chin

Buddy Lewek/Buddy Boris

As both human and wolf, really ticklish

Worst spot is the sides

Dot would poke Buddy all the time as a human

Likes tickly tummy scratches

He's too polite to tickle someone (except maybe Henry)

Norman Polk/The Projectionist

Was dubbed the "Tickle Monster of Joey Drew Studios" when he was human

He's a very calm man, and his laugh reflects that

He's super ticklish though

Everyone in the studio has been tickled by him at some point

His reputation is so well known, that other employees would threaten to get Norman if another employee was pissing them off

Doesn't tickle anyone anymore because he's a projector

Joey Drew

Ehhhh I hate him but at the same time I don't

He's ticklish, but usually is a ler

Henry, Nathan, and Abby know this all too well

He's only been tickled a few times

But he was definitely a tickle monster to Audrey when she was little

Nathan Arch

He's pretty playful

He and Joey had tickle fights prove me wrong

He was too busy with all his shit that he didn't have a lot of time for his family

Bertrum Piedmont

Believe it or not, he enjoys tickling people!

He says it's his job to make people smile, and he can do that with more than just amusement parks

Hates being tickled though

He's a big man, so he's easily a good ler

Lacie Benton

She mostly observes the tickling

Has been ticked by a select few though

She's not really ticklish at all

But she'll laugh

And hit you with a wrench

Wally Franks

Poor bastard

Ticklish as hell

Counting his freckles KILLS him

Actually LIKES being tickled

He sometimes pulls pranks specifically to be tickled

Death spot is his knees

Audrey Drew

She's mostly a ler

Tickles Porter, Heidi, and Bendy a lot

And vice versa

Death spot is her hips

She'll either hit you or try to get you back

But know this....she WILL get revenge

Porter

LEE LEE LEE

FUCKING LEEEEEE

Tell me this goofy goober isn't hella ticklish

He LIKES it too

He's a walking death spot

He likes to start tickle fights

Heidi

Same with Porter

Only a little less ticklish

She likes putting little tickle twists on her games

Like if you're found, you get tickled!

Worst spot is her ribs

Betty

She's actually not ticklish

But she's a sweetheart ler

Tickles people to cheer them up or calm them

Her tickles are gentle

She occasionally teases, but they're always kind and never mean

Baby Benders (Perfect Bendy)

Cute little shit

He will sometimes ask for tickles by pointing at his belly

His death spot is his belly

Wasn't tickled until he met Audrey

And he loves it because he's touch starved

At first, he wasn't used to tickling and thought he was going to get hurt

But he quickly changed his tune

Wilson Arch

Ink Demon

Unlike his toon form, the Ink Demon doesn't like being touched

Once again, he only tolerates being tickled by Audrey

He might tickle someone instead of killing them if he's in a good mood

He's a monster ler though, and you'd probably still die

His death spot is still the belly, but the back of his knees are super sensitive too

ew.

Keepers

fuck these things

But for some reason I can imagine them tickling someone to weaken them and lock them in the Pit

Big Steve

Gentle giant fr

Likes belly rubs

He's a total tickle monster tho

He picks people up and wrecks them

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That's all of the characters that immediately come to mind! Lemme know if I forgot someone or if you want more!

#sfw tickling #batdr #batdr tickles #batim tickles #batim #tickle headcanons

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