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trashyswitch · 7 months

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Day 15: Tickle Fight

Logan wakes up in SCP-999's room, and sees 999's sleeping position for the very first time. He is thrown off guard at first...But despite it being 2am, 999 wakes up and seems to want to play with Logan.

Day 15! We're pretty much halfway! I hope you enjoy!

Logan had woken up in the familiar cell. He rubbed his neck and stretched himself out a little bit. Where was he? Was he still in the cell from before? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that there were toys all over the place. The toys looked…familiar. A couple of these toys, he could remember personally playing with.

He looked around the room, and soon fell upon a dome-shaped ball in the corner of the room. Logan raised his eyebrows. That’s a large ball. And…it looked like it was breathing. Was it alive? Or rather, sentient?

Logan got up onto his feet and walked up to the dome. He circled himself around it with confusion, staring at it with all angles. It looked like…SCP-999. But…it was ball-shaped with its beady black eyes facing the ceiling. It looked like the SCP was staring at the ceiling…just contemplating the abstract world around it.

It was…almost beautiful. But also haunting at the same time.

Logan silently jumped and froze when he felt a vibration in his pocket. Logan reached into his pocket super quickly, and pulled out the vibrating object. It was his walkie-talkie! Logan answered the walkie-talkie. “Hello?” Logan whispered.

“Logan. Glad to see you’re awake.” The person said.

Logan looked around, and spoke into the walkie-talkie again. “I’m surprised I’m still here.” Logan admitted.

“Usually one of our staff comes to wake you up…” The staff member said. “But the guy on the last shift left without getting you out.” The staff member explained. “Have you ever seen 999 sleep before?” He asked.

Logan shook his head. “Is it normal for him to be this shape?” Logan asked.

“Yup…it’s quite normal.” The staff member replied. “Are you in need of a snack, or a drink?” The staff member asked.

Logan nodded his head. “Sure. I’ll take a drink.” He told them.

Soon, a water bottle showed up in the room, having been dispensed from a small tray installed inside the wall of the room. Logan took the water bottle with a smile. “Thanks.” He opened the water bottle and took a couple gulps of it before putting the lid back on.

Logan opened up his bag and pulled out the map. Using his phone as a flashlight, Logan checked around the site, and observed the specific SCP’s he could visit if he so chooses. He checked the different numbers, and looked them up so he knew what each SCP was. When he found out that SCP’s nickname, Logan would write it down. He wanted to make sure he knew every SCP in case he visited. Though most of the SCP’s were marked down on his map, Logan had a couple more to do.

His attention was temporarily paused when he felt a little tap on his leg. Logan looked up and smiled when he saw who it was: 999 had woken up, and was now gurgling and clapping its pseudopods together. Logan couldn’t help but giggle as he put his map into the backpack. “Hello there. How are you?” Logan asked.

999 wrapped its pseudopods around Logan and gave him a small squeeze.

Logan grunted with a laugh. “Ihihi know. I missed you too.” Logan replied, patting 999’s back.

999 rubbed its face against Logan’s shoulder and grew more pseudopods from its body. One of the pods fluffed up his hair, making Logan chuckle for a few seconds. The other pseudopod attached itself to Logan’s neck.

This made Logan gasp and squeak, giggling helplessly as he felt the jelly-like pod flutter against his neck. “eeEEheheek! Nine-nihinetyhyhy-nihihihine! Ihit’s too ehehearly for thihihis!” Logan giggled.

“Actually…it is currently 2am.” The staff member mentioned through the walkie-talkie.

“Myhyhyhy pohoint ehehexactlyhy!” Logan shot back.

“This’ll be our first time observing 999 in the middle of the night.” The staff member told him.

Logan placed his hand onto the pseudopod against his neck, rubbing it as he giggled. 999 understood this as ‘time to stop’, and removed the pod from his neck. 999 gurgled curiously, as if asking ‘are you okay?’.

Logan looked at 999 and smiled. “I’m okay.” Logan replied.

999 looked around at the toys that littered the ground, and began contemplating what toy to play with. When the creature saw the rope, 999 grabbed it with its pseudopods and carried it up to Logan. 999 pulled on the rope on either side, emphasizing the idea of ‘pulling on the rope’, before giving it to Logan with a curious little gurgle.

“Hm?” Logan asked, not fully understanding.

999 waved the rope in front of him, prompting him to grab the rope. When he did, 999 started gently pulling on it, almost like he was explaining a game of tug-of-war.

But…Logan let go of the rope in his confusion. “If you wanted it so bad, you could’ve just asked.” Logan admitted.

999 hung its ‘head’ and gave it to Logan again. When he grabbed it, 999 pulled on it with its pods. Logan actually tried pulling back this time, making him excited. When Logan looked up, he quickly saw the look of excitement and…almost playfulness on 999’s face as it pulled. Logan smiled and kept pulling. “tug-of-war, huh?” Logan asked.

999 nodded as it kept pulling.

“Okay. Bring it on!” Logan declared, pulling a little harder.

“Dr. Bright might want to observe this, actually.” The staff member got off the walkie-talkie. “Dr. Bright to Observatory 999. Dr. Bright to Observatory 999.” The staff member said into the intercom.

Logan pulled a little bit more, using his knees as leverage as he pulled. “How…strong are you?” Logan asked, a slight bit of strain in his voice.

999 shrugged its ‘shoulders’ before pulling a little harder.

Logan smiled and pulled a small bit more, having almost reached his maximum strength. It looked like Logan and 999 were matched in strength…because no one seemed to have moved!

“This is a great opportunity to see how strong 999 is.” The walkie-talkie spoke.

Logan pulled a bit more, wrapping the rest of the rope around his hand. “Come…on…comeon…” Logan muttered.

999 was letting out strained grunts too, showing it was actually working hard to pull back. It looked like Logan was a good opponent for 999. There’s gotta be a moment when one of the opponents wins.

“You’re…a lot…ssstronger…than I thought.” Logan admitted.

999 snickered into its little pod as it looked over at the camera in the corner of the room. Strangely enough, this didn’t hinder its strength in the slightest.

Logan pulled on the rope, and gave it a small yank. This yank took 999 off guard, surprising it as it slid closer to Logan. Noticing this, Logan began to take advantage of 999’s slippery body by pulling bit by bit.

“Looks like Logan is getting the upper hand!” The walkie-talkie reacted.

Despite getting the upper hand, Logan could notice the silly little look on 999’s face. 999 was staring at him, almost like it was distracted. Wait…

Then, 999 pulled a SUPER evil move:

It all started with a big yawn, and a smack of its lips…then, it ended with 999 yanking on the rope at lightning speed!

Logan, thrown off guard by this move, was pulled right into 999’s body! 999 quickly caught Logan with its pods around his chest, and snickered almost evilly.

Logan, realizing he lost, looked over his shoulder at the SCP. “Uhhh…Mercy?” Logan asked.

999 only responded with its version of a raspberry on his neck.

“eeeEEEEHEEHEEHEEK! NAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nihihine-nine-nihihine!” Logan yelled.

999 gurgled almost in a teasy fashion, gurgling little bits of gibberish in his ear.

This was more than enough to fluster Logan. “Nohoho teeheeheasihihing ihin gihihibberihish! Plehehehehease!” Logan begged.

999 smiled brightly and started planting kisses onto Logan’s right cheek and neck. Every little kiss made the hair on his arms stand up…not out of fear, of course…but more out of surprise. He’s been tickled by 999 many times now, but he still couldn’t fathom how a jello person was capable of inflicting such funny little feelings on a person so effectively. It was almost overwhelming.

“Ohohokahahay, yohohou wihin! You wihihihin! Ihihi gihive uhuhuhup!” Logan told it.

Though 999 stopped giving him the tickly kisses, the SCP didn’t stop tickling him. 999 only began using the pseudopods to uncover his shirt and tickle his bare belly and sides. It didn’t tickle any less. In fact, it almost tickled more!

“Ohohoho nohohoHOHO! 999 NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan’s laughter almost tripled in seconds! Why was that? Well…maybe it had to do with the pseudopods on his ribs.

“EEEK! NOHOHOHO! NOHOT THERE! NONO-NAHAHAHAHA!” Logan yelled.

999 almost purred in response, loving listening to Logan’s lovely laugh.

“Are the tickle fights too much? Do you need a break?” Dr. Bright asked through the walkie-talkie.

Logan shook his head. “I’M GOOD. IHIHI’M GOHOHOOD.” Logan replied.

“Okay. Let us know if it gets to be too much.” Dr. Bright told him through the walkie-talkie before logging off.

Logan’s laughter echoed through the place for a little longer, before Logan tapped out. And I can say that this man literally tapped out by tapping 999’s head with his fingers.

Thankfully, 999 understood what this meant, and stopped tickling to give him a break. Logan took some time recovering from his tickle attack, while 999 held his hand with one of its pods. Logan gave the pod a playful little squeeze.

When Logan felt rested enough, he got up and started writing about his experiences with 999 that day. He wrote about the late night tickle fight, and the game of tug-of-war that they played. He wrote the notes in his book, before ripping out the papers and putting them together with a paperclip.

With that all done, Logan gave 999 a hug and wished him farewell. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Logan told it.

999 hugged him back and nuzzled into his chest before letting him go. 999 then slid itself over to the middle of the room, and rolled itself into the dome-like shape. It looked like 999 was going to sleep. Logan let him do that and left the room.

Logan put the papers into the mailbox beside 999’s room, and pulled out his walkie-talkie. “My notes are in the mailbox near 999’s room, ready for pick up.” Logan told it.

“Thanks Logan.” Dr. Bright said. “Have a good rest.”

Logan smiled and clicked his side of the walkie-talkie on. “Thank you. You as well.” Logan replied. By the time he made it to his sleeping quarters, he was ready to crash from over-exertion. The poor thing was beyond exhausted. He didn’t even feel like he had enough energy to call the family back home.

Logan crawled himself into the bed, pulled the covers onto himself, and felt his entire body doze off pretty much right away. He had never felt so ready for sleep before. But now…he has. And he welcomed it gratefully.

#crossover #scp foundation & sanders sides #augtickletober2023 #day 15 #tickle fight #scp-999 #cute #midnight at scp foundation #ticklefic #tickletober 2023 #ler!999 #lee!logan

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kanene-yaaay · 1 year

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Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic

Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3

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Aizawa loved to be tickled.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.

Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.

Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.

So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.

They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.

It simply felt right.

To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.

To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.

To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.

To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.

It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.

If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.

Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.

With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.

With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.

With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.

With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?

With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.

Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.

The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.

(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)

A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.

And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.

When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.

Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.

(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)

Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.

He still had one victim left, afterall.

(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)

Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?

He could never, ever get enough of this.

The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.

…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

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sleepyemoxd · 4 months

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An Interesting Discovery

I'm not big on writing, but this has been living in my head rent-free for way too fucking long lol

Characters used: Midnight (my OC) and Charlie (@xiocosmics 's OC)

Summary: Charlie accidentally discovers something very peculiar about her seemingly lifeless friend.

Potential warnings: Heavy mentions of scars and past trauma.

Warning: This IS a tickle fic. If you don't like that, keep scrolling. Thank you ♡

Note: This is NOT a ship. My character is a minor, so everything in this fic is strictly platonic. Please do not reblog it as anything different

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Oh! I guess the popcorn's done! I'll go grab it while you find a movie for us, 'kay?" Charlie announced, abruptly picking Midnight up by her sides so she could set her down out of the way.

"It better not be burnt this time." Midnight replied dryly but quickly sucked in a breath when she felt her friend lightly gripping her sides to pick her up. The sudden contact causing a gentle, tingly sensation that lit up every little nerve in the area, sending chills down her spine.

Charlie immediately set her back down, a slightly concerned look painting her features. "What was that? Did I spook ya or something, Nightlight?" She asks.

The smaller girl quickly recomposed herself, not quite knowing why that got such a reaction from her, but she hid it nonetheless. "It was nothing. And no, you didn't, I'm quite alright." Midnight deadpanned, hoping her friend would simply drop the matter. But knowing Charlie...

In the time that she's known the girl, Charlie had gotten really good at reading her friend. So she knew something was up.

Now, she just had to figure out what.

Charlie bent down slightly as she stared right through the white veil that kept most of Midnight's face hidden from view.

Then it clicked.

To test her theory, Charlie gently poked her friend's side. In doing so, she earned a small but visible flinch from Midnight.

Grinning at her new discovery, Charlie leaned towards the smaller girl's ear. "Y'know, you could've just told me you were ticklish, Dollface." She sang in a low, teasing tone before picking her up and playfully tossing her onto the bed.

Midnight barely had the chance to process what had just happened before she felt gentle poke to her side, causing her to flinch again. "I can assure you that I'm not, dear. Now, please let me up. This is nothing more than a bunch of childish nonsense." She replied calmly, but internally, she wanted to curl into a ball and die.

The thing is, she genuinely had no idea if she was ticklish or not. Hell, she couldn't even remember the last she'd had any sort of physical contact that wasn't painful or didn't have any underlying threat or catch to it before Charlie came along, let alone being tickled.

But before she could dwell on it any further, Charlie sat down next to her, wearing a shit-eating grin on her face while wiggling her fingers just inches above the girl.

The taller girl snorted in amusement, rolling her eyes playfully before speaking. "Pfft, kinda funny for you to say that, considering that you are a child."

Then she paused, her expression softening slightly.

"Hey, before I absolutely wreck your shit I've gotta ask. Are there any spots or positions that are completely off-limits? Are you okay with me doing this?" She asks.

The tone in her voice was so soft and genuine, it made her think that what she had to say actually mattered. Reminding her that she was the one in control. It took her off guard.

After a few seconds, Midnight eventually replied. "I'd.. prefer it if you didn't pin me or touch my legs.. please..." She spoke quietly, turning her head to avoid Charlie's gaze, subconsciously praying that her friend wouldn't get upset.

Charlie smiled warmly at her before reaching under her veil to gently caress the girl's cheek with the back of her knuckles. The sudden contact caused Midnight to jolt away instinctively, but she relaxed a bit at her friend's gentle reassurances.

Then, without warning, her expression changed from sincere to goofy and mischievous as she pulled her lifeless shell of a friend into her lap, slowly guiding the girl's arms up above her head so they were out of the way.

"I'll start off reeeeally gentle, okay? Don't wanna completely overwhelm ya. At least not yet~" She teased before slowly walking her fingers down her friend's ribs, stopping just above her hips, gently tweaking the area, and then slowly skittering back up to her ribs before repeating the movement.

Midnight barely managed to keep her composure. It took everything in her to reign in the high-pitched squeals and frantic giggles that threatened to spill. Even through the multiple layers of clothing she wore. Unfortunately, she still wasn't fully able to conceal her reactions. This was made apparent by the quiet little yelps and whimpers she made every time Charlie lightly pinched the spots on either side of her torso, just above her hips.

Maybe if it wasn't so sudden, she probably would've had a better chance at holding herself together, but not by much. She wasn't gonna be able to keep this up for long.

Charlie couldn't help but grin at her predicament, knowing the girl's very thin resolve was only a few pinches away from completely shattering. It was unfortunate that she couldn't really see her friend's face due to the veil, though.

Speaking of which.

"Can-I mean, may I?" She asked, pausing her attack so her friend could speak.

The girl remained silent for a few seconds, mostly to try and regain her composure before she eventually answered.

"Y-yes, you may." Probably a big mistake, for more than one reason...

With that, Charlie gingerly removed her friend's veil before setting it to the side. She knew how skittish Midnight was about letting someone see her face, so knowing that she was comfortable enough around her to let her do so without much hesitation absolutely made her heart swell with endearment. It simply showed just how deep their bond was.

Midnight, however, didn't seem to notice this because she almost immediately brought one of her hands down to hide the horrific scarring that almost completely covered the right side of her face out of pure instinct. It didn't matter how many times Charlie tried to reassure her. She still subconsciously dreaded the thought of her friend seeing her face.

She didn't dare look at the taller girl, fearing that she would have a look of complete and utter disgust on her face, just like everyone else.

Charlie frowned at this, knowing exactly what was going through her friend's head, and she absolutely refused to stand for it.

She carefully grabbed Midnight's wrist, using her thumb to rub circles into the back of her hand, gently encouraging her to stop hiding her face. "Hey, hey, none of that hidin' your face business, Doll. I wanna be able to see that smile." Her tone was gentle and dripping with affection as she playfully booped her friend's nose, hoping that it would stop her brain in its track.

Thankfully, despite being slightly flustered, it worked! After a minute or two, Midnight hesitantly obliged. She shakily lowered her hand, revealing the horrific scars on her face.

"Theeere we go~" Charlie cooed, gently digging into the smaller girl's ribs again before she had the chance to protest. "Now, start squeakin', tiny."

The sudden contact completely derailed Midnight's thought process as she struggled to keep her laughter at bay, even though it was proving to be increasingly difficult the longer it continued. And just to make matters worse, she now had nothing to keep her face hidden from view, meaning the taller girl could see the faint blush that was painting her almost sickly pale features.

Charlie pouted at her friend playfully. "Come oooon! You've gotta laugh at some point!" She whined before moving down to her tummy, scribbling gently, hoping the change of spots would be the final straw to break the camel's back.

Needless to say, she was not disappointed.

Midnight quickly covered her mouth to muffle the quiet but embarrassingly frantic and squeaky laughter that spilled from her lips. Promptly curling in on herself while half-heartedly swatting at Charlie's wiggling fingers with her free hand.

Watching the smaller girl's resolve completely shatter like that made Charlie's heart want to explode with an indescribable warmth. She then gently pulled her friend into a cradling position as she continued to scribble away at the poor girl's torso.

"Tickle tickle angel~" Charlie teased in a low husky tone, knowing good and well how much that petname flustered her friend. "It's nice to finally see a little bit of life in ya~!"

The young hybrid practically squealed when she felt the taller girl's nails skittering all over her tummy in a circular motion, and that damned nickname probably made her face turn about fifty shades of red.

"EeEEeheehehheHEehee! NnaAHAaha Ch-Chaahaharlihiihihieehehhee hic* w-waahaAHAhihit! Ohoho Gaahahahadd I-EEK I caahahahahannn't!!" She cried before immediately burying her face into Charlie's shoulder whilst utterly shaking with frantic uncontrollable laughter, along with an occasional hiccup. Clearly, the poor thing wasn't used to laughing like that.

Charlie couldn't help but laugh along with the girl, her heart literally about to combust from her friend's adorable reactions. "Naaawwww, look at you! I've barely even started and you're already an adorable mess! Who knew someone so cold and lifeless could be so damn ticklish~!" She cooed as her fingers continued to lightly tease and torment her friend's torso, searching for any other areas that could leave her in stitches.

And hardly ten seconds later, she found a sweetspot on either side of her friend's navel

Midnight nearly shrieked when she felt her friend's nails gently digging into that awful spot. She made several attempts to arch her torso away from the tickly torment but eventually gave up. All she could do was grip nearby plushie as if her life depended on it whilst hiccuping and laughing uncontrollably as Charlie continued to lightly scritch and knead that hypersensitive area.

"NnnAHAhahAah hic* ahAHAHa!! CHAahAHahaharihihIHiehe hic* ehehhee hic* PLEHEASE!!" She whined as tears of mirth formed in the corners of her eyes, clearly having a hard time coping with the overwhelming sensations.

The taller girl paused her attack, using her thumb to wipe away the tears while chuckling lightly as she watched her friend attempt to regain her composure. "Pffft, ohokay okay, I'll be nice." Charlie cooed, not wanting to overwhelm her. She gently brushed her thumb over one of the buttons on the sweater Midnight was wearing, silently asking for permission to unbutton it, to which Midnight hesitantly nodded.

With that, she began carefully undoing the buttons on the girl's sweater and then pushing up the two thinner undershirts she wore, revealing her concerningly thin and scarred frame.

Her heart immediately broke at the sight. She's only seen the scars on Midnight's face maybe a handful of times, so Charlie didn't really know what to expect. But she most certainly didn't think that the poor thing's entire torso would be littered with them!

As Charlie scanned over them, her eyes landed on one scar in particular. The one that ran down nearly the whole length of her upper body. She couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of god-awful things her friend had to go through in order to get such a disturbing injury. Just thinking about it almost made her stomach churn. God, did she want to lay in to the bastards who did this to her.

Midnight remained silent during this, practically neck deep in guilt and shame. She was so engulfed in her own anxieties that she didn't dare look her friend in the eye. So when Charlie gingerly ran her finger down the scar, she quite literally almost jumped out of her skin before clamping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the quiet giggles that threatened to spill.

This immediately snapped Charlie out of her thought process, rerouting her attention back to her now extremely flustered and giggly friend.

"Geez kid, I knew you were ticklish, but I didn't think you'd be this bad!" Despite her amusement, the tone in Charlie's voice was almost sickeningly sweet whilst continuing to lightly tease and trace the scars on her friend's tummy. She gazed fondly at the girl as she listened to the saccharine giggles that poured from her lips.

"Besides, not once have I heard you utter the word stop."

Midnight shook her head whilst giggling uncontrollably. "Hu-huhuhush, y-you blohohoody fohohool"

She knew there was no point in trying to deny it, but there's no way in hell she was going to give her absolute goblin of a friend the satisfaction of admitting to such a thing.

Charlie gasped dramatically at this. "EXCUSE ME?? Oh, now you're gonna get it!" She growled before quickly scribbling up and down the girl's bare stomach.

This earned a delightfully high-pitched squeal from her friend as she immediately dissolved into more frantic squeaky laughter. Within seconds, the poor girl was squealing out barely coherent apologies amidst her far more frequent hiccups. Her pale face was now bright red, and her normally lifeless expression was replaced with one of pure mirth as she curled in on herself whilst rapidly kicking her thin legs in an attempt to cope with the tickling.

After another minute or two, Charlie noticed that Midnight's laughter was beginning to sound more tired and delirious. It almost reminded her of a broken squeaky toy.

Seeing this as her que to back off, she quickly slowed her fingers to a stop and instead began rubbing away the tingles, patiently waiting for her friend to calm down.

It took a few moments, but Midnight was eventually able to regain some of her composure. Although she was still incredibly flustered.

"You good, kid?" Charlie asked as she brushed her thumb against the girl's cheek, once again using it to wipe away the tears in her friend's eyes.

Midnight leaned into the contact slightly before nodding. "A-ah, yes, I'm alright." She then looked up at Charlie to see her grinning like a cheshire cat. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke. "You're never going to allow me to live this down, are you?"

Charlie snorted at this. "Hell no! I'm gonna remember this the next I hear ya talkin' shit about yourself! Maybe I should have your uncles help."

The mere thought of Ronnie and Marilyn finding out about such a humiliating weakness made Midnight want to disintegrate into nothing, let alone seeing her in such a state.

"The bloody hell you will! And I do not 'talk shit about myself' as you put it, dear. I simply-EEK!" A sudden pinch to the underside of her bellybutton halted her thoughts as she let out a shrill squeak before clamping a hand over her mouth while the other swatted at the offending fingers.

"Watch it, tiny, unless you wanna go for round two." Charlie warned playfully, snickering as she watched her friend attempt to glare at her, then almost immediately avert her gaze out of sheer embarrassment.

"N-no, no, I-I'd rather...not.." She muttered quietly, sighing in defeat. "But if you dare utter a word about this to them, I swear to the great heavens above I will obliterate you."

Unfortunately, her partially empty threat only earned a sly chuckle in response. "Sooo, they don't know?"

"To be quite frank, not even I knew, until now. And I would greatly prefer it if they didn't know."

Charlie's expression softened slightly at her friend's borderline depressing statement before lightly ruffling her somewhat messy hair. "Fine, fine, I won't say anything."

Midnight half-heartedly growled and swatted at her hand.

Beep! beep!

The ear-piercingly shrill sounds from the microwave rang throughout the whole apartment, causing the both of them to jolt.

"Um, Charlie, dear, I believe we forg-"

"OH MY GOD, I FORGOT THE POPCORN!!"

#sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #sleepy's ocs #sleepy's shenanigans #midnight #lee!midnight #friend's ocs #ler!charlie #chaos crew #friends from the tent house #tickle fic

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rabbit-eclipsed · 9 months

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I had a vision

#The Once-Ler #The Lorax 2012 #Timothée Chalamet #Wonka 2023 #special dank midnights in august posting #this is so cursed #i kind of gave up at on the hat #how bad can my editing be #The Lorax 2023

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bettercauliflowersaul · 1 year

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Rooting for the Anti-Hero: How Taylor Swift and The Once-ler Are Incredibly Similar

I know this is a very cursed post, but bear with me here.

Along with the rest of the world, I've grown obsessed with Taylor Swift's new album, Midnights. By my third or fourth (or hundredth) listen, I found myself connecting songs to The Once-ler. You know, from the 2012 animated movie The Lorax. Starring Taylor Swift. Lead single Anti-Hero stuck out to me the most, with lines like “Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism, like some kind of congressman,” and “One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving, ‘cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time,” stuck out to me. Naturally, once I get something in my head I can't let it go, so I was sent down a rabbit hole of connecting Swift’s music to The Once-ler. What I discovered is the two share very similar backgrounds and career trajectories.

Both Once-ler and Taylor grew up on farms. Taylor was born and raised in rural Pennsylvania, moving to Nashville mid-childhood. The Once-ler's location is unspecified, but appears to be in the Midwest or deep south. Since they were young, they were strong-willed and focused on success. Taking pride in their individualism, Swift and Once-ler didn't let their many naysayers stop their dreams of their "product" taking off. For Swift, it was her music. For Once-ler, it was the Thneed. Both were strong business people who would stop at nothing to get exposure.

Upon moving to Nashville, Taylor walked up and down record label's offices, with a CD and a pitch. Throughout high school, she was bullied by peers for wanting to be afamous singer. Eventually, she signed with Sony Records in 2004. Likewise, after arriving in Greenville, Once-ler played his jingle in the center of town everyday. He was faced with ridicule by townsfolk, yet he kept coming back until the Thneed gained popularity. After that initial push, both were propelled into stardom. As is the case with most celebrities, soon their image became larger than life. Their fame grew unmanageable as they slowly became a brand, a product, rather than human. Greed became a motivator in every step they took. Taylor put forth constant merch drops with high prices, slow shipping, and low quality. Then the Ticketmaster controversy occurred. Similarly, over the course of the movie, Once-ler slowly becomes corrupted by greed. He needs to keep "biggering"; expanding his factory and making as much money as possible.

Both Taylor Swift and The Once-ler have a desire to outdo themselves. They want to set records and beat them, they want to be the ones on top. However, with fame comes carelessness. For Once-ler and Taylor, this manifested in environmental degradation. Once-ler destroyed the ecosystem in the Truffula Valley, ignoring objections from The Lorax. On a smaller scale, Swift has recently been called out for her use of her private jet. It was reported that she had the worst Co2 emissions this past year. She totaled 170 flights in just 7 months.

Taylor reflects on her feelings about being famous and the stressors that come with it in her documentary Miss Americana. She recalls her journey to fame and what it's like being under the public eye. The Once-ler tells a similar story throughout The Lorax to Ted. He tells the full story of his journey to success and warns young Ted to not make the same mistakes he did. Both stories are politically focused to a degree, Once-ler focusing on environmentalism and Taylor on lgbt rights. Overall, the two share a similar upbringing, rise to fame, and mindset.

Thank you for reading if you made it this far. I could do a whole other post on analyzing Taylor songs and how they relate to the Once-ler so if you want that let me know. Again I hope any of this makes sense I wrote it in a frenzy.

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slimeylee · 2 years

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i was writing switch!ranboo 'headcanons' for my mutuals that are obsessed with ler!ranboo because i was bored also because like; come on, you cant tell me switch!ranboo is not just so accurate and literally the best....

it was mainly for fizz, especially fizz, mother midnight and sibling k

and its not in my drafts, i didnt post it, i didnt save/post it to anywhere else

and im sad now because i wrote like five paragraphs of just lee and ler ranboo 'hcs'

and its gOne :c

-slime

#slimey-thinks #lee!ranboomybeloved #ler!ranboomybeloved #switch!ranboomybeloved #slimey-headcanons #fizzthelee #the-midnight-fox #someone1348 #mother midnight #sibling k #my friend fizz #<- new tag for posts with fizz in them

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multivcrsity-archive · 8 months

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I'm thinking about bringing Miguel back.

#midnight whisperings (ooc)#// flirty bi t*ler p*sey oc

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mushyblushyredhead · 9 months

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Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #spiderman tickle #spiderman #marvel tickle #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #lee!peter #ler!tony #this was so much fun #eeeee <3 #mushy writes stuff

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #21-30

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

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21) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa (ft. Dazai)

“Now, if you want to get him really laughing, you gotta go for his tummy,” Dazai instructed very seriously. “But if you want to kind of rile him up first, you can tickle basically anywhere else—”

Akutagawa settled himself on Atsushi’s hips. “I know how to tickle the weretiger, Dazai.”

Atsushi, for his part, giggled in anticipation and squirmed under Dazai’s hold, knowing it would do him no good. His wrists were pinned above his head, and even though he hadn’t yet tried to summon his tiger, he knew he couldn’t if he wanted to. He could feel Dazai’s ability working on him, keeping him totally helpless to what Akutagawa was about to do to him.

“P-Plehehehehehease hahahahave mercy, Ahahahaku,” he begged even as his nemesis began gently running his fingers up and down his sides.

“Mercy? Hah.” Akutagawa smirked down at him, drilling his thumbs into the sides of his belly in warning. “Don’t make a fool of yourself trying to beg me for mercy.”

Dazai hummed, inspired. “Ooh, good teasing! I’ll have to use that sometime~”

“Buhuhuhuhut you alwahahahays want me to beheheheheg you!” Atsushi protested, giggling hiking up into soft laughter when Akutagawa started scribbling along his belly.

“In private, you can beg me all you like.” Akutagawa gave him a wicked, almost seductive smirk that made Atsushi full-body shiver. “But here, you’ll only make yourself look foolish in front of your beloved mentor.”

“He’s yohohohohour beheheheloved mentor too – AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Akutagawa growled and dug into his tummy with everything he had, quickly untucking his shirt to slip his fingers underneath and tickle his belly button directly. He chuckled in satisfaction at the weretiger’s shrieks of laughter, at his legs digging into the ground behind him as he thrashed as much as possible.

“Beloved mentor? Me?” Dazai smiled at his former protégé. “Aww, I’m touched, Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa felt himself blushing and – growing frustrated – took it out on Atsushi by tickling even harder and faster. Damn weretiger. You’ll pay for making me look so pathetic!

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAKU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

But his annoyance was quickly forgotten the longer Atsushi laughed and pleaded for mercy beneath his touch. He smiled.

“Not today, weretiger. Today, you are mine.”

22) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Gin

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Gin asked as she came up behind her brother on the rooftop.

Akutagawa has been looking out over the city, his mind racing as always. It never shut up. It could get to be a lot sometimes, which was why when she couldn’t find him after midnight, she knew exactly where to look.

He let out a breath that fogged up in the cold air. “Yeah.”

She stood beside him, glancing at his face, gauging his mood. He seemed to be in good spirits – as much good spirits as he was capable of, anyway. But that faraway look in his eyes told her everything in a moment.

“If you like him, you should tell him,” she said, never once to mince words.

Akutagawa stiffened beside her. “Who?”

“Ryuunosuke.”

He closed his eyes. Hearing his first name was so rare these days, and Gin was almost always the one to say it. She knew it brought him some strange sense of peace, which was why she used it when she could.

“I don’t like him,” he muttered, turning away, walking a few paces. “That’s…preposterous. I’m going to kill him. That’s it.”

“You’re going to kill the first thing that’s ever made you happy?” Gin shot back. “You would. Which is why I’m telling you, you shouldn’t.”

He spun around, eyes wide. “He’s not the first—”

Gin stopped him. “I don’t count, Ryuunosuke. Any happiness I bring you is nothing compared to the weretiger.”

Silence.

Akutagawa frowned. “You’re wrong.”

Gin was fast. He knew that; had watched her grow into a skilled assassin alongside him over the years in the mafia, but it still took him by surprise sometimes. Like now, when she was in his personal space, fingers in his ribs in less time than it took to blink.

“Gin!” he yelped, trying and failing to grab onto her, to stop her. But she was quick, and she danced around him, digging and poking and tickling until he couldn’t help but laugh, eventually crumpling to his knees on the rooftop. “Gihihihihin, nohohohohoho! Enohohohohough!”

“Tell him,” she insisted, never showing mercy. “Tell him before you miss your chance. Before you regret it. Because you will, Ryuunosuke. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you let him get away.”

Akutagawa knew she was right. About all of it. But he had his pride, and so he retorted, “My ohohohohonly regrehehehehet will come if I dohohohon’t kill him lihihihike I prohohohomised! I ahahahalways keep my prohohohohomises – Gin, stohohohohohop!”

“Then keep your promise to me, and let yourself be happy,” she said, climbing on top of him to pin him down, going for the kill.

“GIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!!” he screamed, laughter spilling out of him in crashing waves as she dug into his lower ribs. He tried pushing at her, but his physical strength was nonexistent, and he would not use Rashomon on her. “AHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Tell the weretiger how you feel,” she demanded, grinning behind her mask, “or I’ll tickle you until you see reason!”

Akutagawa opened his mouth to protest that he didn’t like Atsushi – that was ridiculous – but right at that moment, she found a really ticklish spot near the back of his ribs and he instead found himself yelling, “FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” before collapsing in a fit of wheezing laughter, tapping her arm in submission.

She stopped, let him catch his breath, still grinning. “You gonna tell him?”

He groaned but nodded. “Very well, Gin. I’ll…I’ll tell him.”

“Good.” She nodded, satisfied, and helped him to his feet. “Thank you for keeping your promise to me, Ryuunosuke.”

23) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Chuuya

Fighting Akutagawa was always a challenge, which was why Chuuya liked sparring with him so much. It was great practice, and it kept both of them sharp. Plus, it helped the redhead refocus his subordinate if he needed it, which he did sometimes, especially after a run-in with Dazai.

He was used to fighting low, so ducking under Akutagawa’s attacks was easy enough – it was leaping out of the way when something came up from underground that was the hard part. That, and trying to land a blow himself. The younger man was truly one of the most skilled individuals he’d ever known. It was no wonder Dazai had taken him in all those years ago.

Chuuya tucked under a fabric blade aimed for his heart and rolled to the side as a second blade pierced the ground where he’d been. If he could just brush his fingers along Akutagawa – just get that one touch – he’d be able to even out the playing field a little more.

But Akutagawa never let anyone within striking distance. That was his greatest advantage.

All of a sudden, Akutagawa seemed to grow bored and retracted Rashomon, letting out a sigh. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Oh, so you’re in charge of me now?” Chuuya spat, frustrated with himself, getting to his feet. “We’re not done yet.”

“I am gaining nothing from this sparring session. Respectfully, I feel you’re simply using me to better your own chances in battle. Sir,” Akutagawa added almost as an afterthought.

Chuuya’s frustration evolved into irritation. He clenched his fists. “Cocky bastard. You sound just like Dazai.”

Akutagawa’s eyes snapped wide open, and the redhead cursed himself. It had been the wrong thing to say, and he knew it.

“I am nothing like that traitor,” Aku snapped.

“Calm down, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Pray, how did you mean it, then?” Rashomon reappeared, and the younger man bolted forward.

That was why he needed these sessions. To refocus. To not let his guard down. To remember that distance was his greatest ally in a fight.

But since he seemed to think he wasn’t gaining anything from them…

Chuuya knelt low and met Akutagawa, sweeping his feet out from under him and pinning him down on his back in one swift move. He saw the anger in his subordinate’s eyes, the tendrils of Rashomon about to attack him again, and he reacted.

“GAH!!” Aku screeched with a hard spasm, arms flying down to grip Chuuya’s wrists. Thank goodness he wasn’t physically strong, or he’d have broken the redhead’s bones for sure.

“You’re not gaining anything from this sparring session, eh?” Chuuya demanded, fingers wiggling into Aku’s ribs. He was only mildly shocked to actually witness the usually angry man crumble into a mess of helpless giggles – he’d heard from Dazai that Atsushi had taken to tickling him more and more these days as their relationship grew. Still, it was a sight to behold.

“Sihihihihihihihihir!!”

“This is why we train,” Chuuya continued as though he wasn’t making Akutagawa writhe in ticklish agony beneath him. “So you can learn to keep a level head when Dazai is around, or even when his name is mentioned. So you’re not stuck in his shadow. So you remember that distance is what keeps you winning battles. The instant you let me get close, not only can I use my ability on you…”

Aku tossed his head back with an embarrassingly loud shriek when Chuuya pinched his hips, and he cried, “AHAHAHAHAHAHALL RIGHT, ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!! I UNDERSTAHAND!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Chuuya did stop, bracing his hands on his thighs as he smirked down at the now blushing and bleary-eyed Akutagawa. “Now, ready to go again?”

Akutagawa averted his eyes, but he couldn’t help the few leftover giggles that slipped out of him. “Y-Yes, sir.”

24) Lee Atsushi, Ler Ranpo

“If you win, I’ll let you off the hook. But if you lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t realized that swiping some of Ranpo’s chocolate as a gift for Akutagawa would bring such consequences, but he was here now, so he had to deal with them.

“O-Okay, deal,” he stammered, already glancing around the office like he was going to have any clue where to begin.

Ranpo grinned and leaned back in his chair lazily, waving a hand at him. “Go on. I’ll even give you a little longer than usual.”

Atsushi turned and bolted out of the office, hurrying down the hall to his coworker’s locker. All he had to do was figure out the code and break in before Ranpo came for him. Or, more specifically, for his chocolate – which Atsushi had stolen. That’s how he’d gotten into this situation in the first place. But it wasn’t his fault! Ranpo’s locker door had been left open, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have a ton of other candy…

Atsushi shook his head. No time for that now. He had work to do.

He tried everything obvious first – Ranpo’s birthday, Poe’s birthday, Fukuzawa’s birthday, the ADA’s founding date – nothing. All of it was wrong. Then he tried the time Ranpo had probably realized his sweets were missing, as well as a couple of other time-related combos. Again, nothing.

He was up against the world’s greatest detective. This was impossible!

The door to the offices opened. Atsushi froze as Ranpo strolled out into the hall, sauntering toward him with a smirk on his face.

“Figure it out?” he asked.

“N-No,” Atsushi replied, shifting into a sitting position. There was no point in trying to run, and really, didn’t he deserve this? He should have just bought the chocolate himself. It probably would have meant more that way…

Ranpo stopped in front of him and crouched, still smirking. “Really? I’m surprised. I figured you’d get it immediately.”

Atsushi frowned. “But…why would you make it obvious if you didn’t want me to get into your stuff in the first place? Which I shouldn’t have, I know, I’m sorry.”

Ranpo grabbed his ankle and dragged him away from the lockers so he was lying in the middle of the hall. Then he straddled him and gently began prodding into his sides. “If I was really mad, I’d be making you buy me twice as much as you stole. You wanna know what the code is, Atsushi?”

The weretiger giggled helplessly, embarrassed but willing to take this punishment for his crime. “W-Whahahahahat?”

“0-3-0-1.”

Atsushi’s eyes went wide. That was… “Ahahahahakutagawa’s bihihihihirthday? You knohohohow that?”

“Of course. He means a lot to you, and you mean a lot to us.” Ranpo’s smirk softened into a smile even as he switched tactics and started scribbling all over Atsushi’s belly instead. “So, you stole about five chocolate bars, right? I think a minute for every bar will do.”

“Buhuhuhuhuhut why wohohohohohould you make thahahahahat your cohohohohohode? And why tehehehehehehell me?”

“Oh, I’ll change it after this, don’t worry,” Ranpo replied, chuckling. “I just wanted to know how obsessed with him you really were is all~”

Atsushi felt himself blushing, and not just from the tickling making him laugh and squeal. “Rahahahahahahanpo…!”

25) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“You’re not trying to stop me,” Dazai teased, giggling along with his partner as he gently pinched and squeezed his sides. “Do you like this?”

“Dahahahahahahazai!” Fyodor squealed, using both arms to cover his dark red face, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that it left his torso wide open for more tickling.

The detective hummed playfully, very loosely straddling him and keeping his touches light, knowing that harsher ones wouldn’t have the effect he was looking for. Fyodor cackled and made little embarrassed noises but never tried to roll away, never asked him to stop – which was why Dazai had picked up on his love for the activity so fast.

“The greatest criminal mastermind the world has ever known, and you melt like a chocolate bunny when I tickle you? How cute~”

“Dohohohohohon’t call me thahahahahahat!”

“Aww, why not? You’re certainly cute and squeaky like a bunny.”

“Thehehehehey dohohohohon’t squeheheheheak!”

Dazai chuckled. “I think you’ve never heard a bunny make noise before, Fyo. Never cuddled with one? It’s very calming. You should try it.”

Fyodor let out a curse in Russian, then arched his back with a yell and finally shot his arms down when Dazai began scribbling in his armpits. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Uh-oh! I found your spooooot~” Dazai sang, having to really straddle him now that Fyodor was actively trying to roll away, whether on purpose or on instinct the detective couldn’t quite tell. Either way, being able to see his blushing, teary-eyed, laughing face made his heart flip in his chest, and he sighed happily. “Tickle, tickle, little Fyo~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!! DAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Fyodor pleaded, his composure and pride finally crumbling to bits the longer Dazai tickled under his arms.

“How rude! If it makes you feel better, it seems we share a worst spot,” Dazai teased.

“WHY TEHEHEHEHEHELL MEHEHEHEHEHE?! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW I’LL—GAH!!” Fyodor’s laugh went practically silent as Dazai increased his tickling pressure the tiniest bit.

The brunette smirked. “Oh, come now, bunny. You know why.” He leaned down so he was right in Fyodor’s personal space. “Just like I know you still don’t want me to stop.”

26) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“There’s no point in hiding,” Dazai chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“You know you want it~”

“Shut up, I said—!” Chuuya growled when his voice broke on the word, covering his dark red face with both hands. “Get that cursed thing away from me!”

“Hmm…” Dazai mock pondered, then brought the tip of the feather down to Chuuya’s tummy and drew an invisible, tickly line. “No.”

“Dazai!” Chuuya screeched, arms flying down to shove him away, but it didn’t stop the slew of giggles that fell out of his mouth at the minute contact. He shivered, his smile wobbly as he looked up at his partner. “Fuhuhucking…don’t do that!”

The detective twirled the feather teasingly between his first two fingers and smirked down at the redhead. “Do what?”

Chuuya was going to kill him. How had he wound up here, lying on the couch with his dumbass boyfriend on top of him, wiggling that wretched torture device at him with a far too happy grin on his face?

“Don’t…don’t tickle me with that thing!”

“Oh?” Dazai looked at the feather as if surprised by its presence, then swiftly brought it down to dip into Chuuya’s belly button.

The redhead screeched again and bucked his hips desperately, loud cackles flying past his lips as he shoved his partner away again. “Dohohohohon’t! You fuhuhuhucking asshole!”

At this point, even Dazai couldn’t hold back his amused giggles. “You’re so feather ticklish, chibi. It’s adorable.”

“Shut up! No it’s not!”

“Oh, but it is! Look,” he teased, wiggling the feather in front of Chuuya’s face, watching his boyfriend shrink back into the couch cushions, eyes wide with a nervous smile. “I’m not even touching you now and you’re still so flustered~”

“It’s fucking embarrassing!” Chuuya groaned, covering his face again. “For the love of god, don’t use that on MEHEHEHEHEHE!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

This time when his hands flew down to stop him, Dazai deftly grabbed his wrists in one hand and held them out of the way while the feather trailed a tickly path down the redhead’s tummy, making Chuuya throw his head back and laugh completely unfiltered.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK, DAZAI!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Dazai took the opportunity to smile fondly at his distracted boyfriend, very slowly and softly dragging the tip of the feather up and down his bouncing belly. “Hmm…no, I don’t think I will, chibi. I like seeing you like this. Besides…”

He dipped the feather into Chuuya’s belly button again, beaming at the loud shriek and subsequent curse his partner let fly at him, his cheeks flushed red and arms trembling in Dazai’s hold.

“…I think we both know you like this just as much as I do~”

27) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Mmph!”

Dazai smiled at Fyodor’s limp brown hair as the Russian buried his face in his chest, body trembling in response to the light traces the detective’s fingers were running up and down his spine. “Fyo?”

“Mhmhm!”

“Something the matter?~”

Fyodor huffed out a half scoff, half whine and tightened his grip on Dazai’s waist, pulling him closer. Dazai grinned, keeping up his featherlight touches.

“You seem shaky all of a sudden.”

“Nnnmph!”

“Hmm.” Dazai dragged his fingers around to his partner’s side, dragging a single fingertip up and down his bare skin.

At this point Fyodor couldn’t help but arch a little, a few stray giggles slipping out of him as he squirmed in his lover’s hold. He may have muttered something in Russian; Dazai wasn’t sure, not being well-versed in the language.

“You’re so squirmy~” he teased, beaming in satisfaction at the way Fyodor whined aloud and brought a hand down to loosely wrap around his wrist.

“Dahahazai…”

“Yes, bunny?”

“You’re tihihihihickling me.”

“Am I? Oh, dear.” Dazai didn’t sound at all concerned, dragging his finger around to his partner’s tummy and pressing in a little harder.

Fyodor let out a soft snort, hugging Dazai closer with the intent to trap his hand and stop the torturous tickles. “You mehehenace.”

“Menace? Me? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Fyo?”

Ah, right. Dazai had two hands, and his other one was in the perfect position to scribble at the base of his neck, near his shoulder blades. Fyodor arched into him with another giggle, cheeks turning pinker by the second.

“For gohohohod’s sahahake!”

“I didn’t know you believed in a god~”

“Dahahahazai!” Fyodor squirmed, trying to escape the tickly trap, but no matter which way he twisted, the detective’s fingers were always there, ready to follow him. He couldn’t stand to see that knowing smirk on his lover’s lips, either, so he covered his face with his hands and grumbled, “Juhuhust gehehehet on with it.”

“Oh? You sure?”

“Yehehehehes.”

Dazai hummed, pulling him in close and burying his face in Fyodor’s neck, peppering him with light kisses, still gently tracing his ticklish spots. “Very well, then. Just for you, bunny~”

By the time they finally got out of bed that morning, Fyodor was blushing and giggly and overall far too cute for Dazai to want to share him with anyone else that day.

28) Lee Fyodor, Ler Nikolai

Nikolai didn’t love Fyodor.

How could he, given everything?

But he couldn’t quite bring himself to say that he hated Fyodor, either. Not when the Russian – despite his cruelty and cunning and downright demonic spirit – was so adorable when he was being tickled.

“Nihihihihiki, I swehehehehehear!” Fyodor giggled now, curling up on himself, going to bat at the hand digging fingers into his side but finding only empty air. Then those same fingers were in his opposite ribs, and he yelped and twisted the other way, again only just in time to see Nikolai’s fingertips disappear through his portal ability. “Cut it out!”

“Hmm, quite a bold demand to make for someone in your unfortunate position.”

Nikolai was unbothered, giving the Russian just enough time to plant both feet back on the ground before sticking his hand back through the portal and swiping up Fyodor’s spine.

Fyodor shrieked and stumbled forward, then turned and gave Nikolai a cold stare. “If you don’t cease this at once, I will make you pay like you’ve never paid be-fohohohohohore!”

“Yes, yes. Doom shall befall me and all that, I know,” Nikolai said nonchalantly, scribbling into his knee from behind, narrowly avoiding a kick to his fingers. He smirked to himself behind his cape, suddenly getting an idea. “I think you rather deserve this punishment, don’t you, Fyodor? I mean, after all you put me through…this is really the least I could do.”

Fyodor nearly collapsed to the ground when his other knee was tickled, but he was quicker this time. He whirled around with a kick, fully intending to break his assailant’s fingers, but Nikolai pulled back just in time, then shot his arm out again with a purpose.

Fyodor realized his mistake the instant his foot was in the air, but it was too late now.

Nikolai grabbed his ankle and pulled it through the portal, leaning back comfortably in his seat and dragging his fingernails across the bare sole that was now all his.

Several paces away, Fyodor finally did collapse to the ground, giggling hysterically and squirming helplessly, cursing in Russian when Nikolai slipped a finger between his toes and wiggled.

“Stohohohohohop! You’ll pahahahahahay for this, Nihihihihihiki!”

Nikolai smirked, crossing his legs and trapping the ankle between them, freeing both hands to tickle Fyodor to pieces from a safe distance. “You know, Fyodor, it would be easier to believe you if you were using my actual name~”

29) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“The hell are you doing?!”

The words spurred Dazai into frantic action. He struggled for just another moment with his partner’s keys, then gave up and stole all of them – including keychains – and bolted down the hall.

Chuuya was right behind him.

“Get back here! I know you were trying to steal my pug keychain!”

Dazai yelped as he tripped over the rug in their shared bedroom, toppling onto the bed in an ungraceful heap. He whirled around, the hand holding the keys stubbornly behind him. “Why would I steal your stupid dog keychain? You know how I feel about dogs.”

The redhead glared at him, gripping his free arm and uselessly trying to wrangle the brunette around to take his keys back. “Dazai!”

“Whahahat?” Dazai giggled, easily keeping the keys from his partner’s grip.

“Give it back!” Chuuya demanded, growing more frustrated the more he realized there was no winning this fight. “And quit laughing already!”

At that Dazai only laughed harder, which spurred the mafioso into grabbing onto his hips and digging in with a vengeance.

The detective squawked and bucked his hips, his laughter instantly shifting from amused to ticklish. He tried to pry the redhead away with his free hand, still keeping the hand clutching the keys firmly behind him. “Ehehehehehehe! Chihihihihibi!”

“At least call me by my name when I’ve got you like this, stupid Dazai,” Chuuya grumbled, swinging a leg over to half-pin his partner to the mattress. “You want to laugh? Fine. I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“I wahahahahahasn’t tahahahaking your keychahahahain!” Dazai insisted through helpless cackles, squirming uselessly beneath the redhead’s touch.

“No? Then what were you doing?”

“I wahahahahahas just gohohohoing to tahahahahahake your P-Port Mahahahahahafia keys!”

Chuuya blinked. “What for? You planning a break-in?”

Dazai shook his head, then squealed when his partner found the hypersensitive spots on his hips and kneaded into them meticulously. “So yohohohohohou’d gehehehehet to wohohohohork and nohohohohot be ahahahahahable to get in!”

Chuuya let out a longsuffering sigh, bringing his tickling to a stop. Dazai caught his breath, blinking up at him in confusion. Before he could ask why he’d stopped, however, the redhead plunged his hands into the detective’s upper ribs.

“GAH!!” Dazai yelled, frantically waving his free arm around while trying to resist the urge to bring his other arm out protectively. “NOHOHOHOHOHO, CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!”

“You’re going to give my keys back,” Chuuya said in a low, dangerous voice that Dazai only ever heard when he knew the redhead was being totally serious, “or I’m going to tickle you until you’re crying my name and begging me for even a moment of mercy.”

Dazai made a distressed sound in the back of his throat, but still refused to give the keys back, despite there being no point. Chuuya knew his plan now; even if he got the key off the stupid ring, his partner knew what was up. It was over.

But…

“Don’t want to give it up? Fine.” Chuuya activated his gravity manipulation to forcibly push Dazai’s arms above his head – both of them. “Guess you really want me to make you scream.”

Then he plunged both hands into Dazai’s unprotected armpits.

The detective was begging for mercy in no time at all.

30) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

According to Akutagawa – who told Chuuya, who told Dazai – Atsushi was always warm.

And it wasn’t that he always felt warm; he physically was a naturally warm person. Perfect for cuddles, according to Dazai – who told Chuuya, who told Akutagawa, and now the mafioso hadn’t spoken to him for three days.

But that was beside the point.

The point was, the Armed Detective Agency office was freezing today, and Dazai had it on good authority that their resident weretiger was the perfect solution.

“Atsushiiiii,” he called to the younger man, having followed him out of the office and to the lockers when the weretiger was about to go to lunch.

He pretended to miss the way Atsushi tensed up with anticipation at his call. It was like he used that tone of voice every time he was going to play a prank or something.

“Y-Yeah, Dazai?” Atsushi asked.

Deciding to really throw the young man off his game, Dazai flopped into him, wrapping his arms around him in a hug rather than say another word.

Atsushi froze again, but for a different reason this time. He seemed shocked, even as his arms came up to return the gesture.

“Dazai?” he asked in a gentler voice. “Is something wrong—AHA!!”

The brunette grinned as Atsushi began to wiggle in his arms, soft giggles spilling from his lips thanks to his fingers digging into his sides. “I’m so cold! Warm me up, Atsushi~”

“Ehehehehehehe, Dahahahahazai!” the weretiger whined, managing to squirm away for a split second before being drawn back into his boss’ tickly clutches, this time with his back to his chest so Dazai could reach around and scribble at his tummy. “EHEHEHEHEHEHE, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“But you’re so warm! You’re like a personal heating pad,” Dazai teased, hugging him closer. “I just want to warm up.”

“Gehehehehehet a real heheheheheheating pad, thehehehehen! I hahahahahave to go – EEEK NOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dazai hummed as though confused, though the both of them knew he knew exactly what he was doing, wiggling a finger into Atsushi’s belly button like that. “I’m sure Akutagawa wouldn’t mind waiting a couple extra minutes. Stay and warm me up first, Atsushiiii~”

The poor weretiger ended up arriving at his lunch date with Akutagawa pink-faced and still a little giggly, and having to explain why he’d been tardy.

Akutagawa wasn’t surprised in the least.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #sentence starters #quick prompts #bungo stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #shin soukoku #fyozai #fyolai #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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totally-not-a-tickle-blog · 3 months

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hiii its the anon from yesterday who yapped abt alastor being softer to the other hazbins during/after the tickle war, and ive come to provide you with some lee AND ler al content :)

so, after briefly reading thru this blog, i can tell that everyone loves al being SO obvious when hes in a lee mood (me included tbf). so, on top of his shadow being a menace n' him being 10x more touchy/twitchy than usual when he wants to be tickled, id like to give him another tell (that i HOPE?? someone hasn't brought up yet???): his good ole ears/tail!!!

methinks that whenever he's in a lee mood, his ears pin down/to the side whenever someone approaches him, even if they arent planning on tickling him!! yk, a common sign of submission in animals. as for his tail, you couldn't rlly tell unless he had it uncovered, but it'd be face down and 'tucked between his legs', (not ACTUALLY/FULLY bc if he ever caught himself doing that he'd make himself stop immediately out of sheer embarrassment gfajafakags, but he does the closest thing to it)!!! both things he doesnt realize he's doing unless pointed out, and i imagine it as the final push a ler would need to wreck him. like.. imagine someone from the hotel who's been seeing al run around all day, just out the corner of their eye, but theyre able to pick up on him being more twitchy and clingy than usual. plus, his shadow acting up.. and then the pieces all slot into place once they approach him to ask abt it and they see his ears fold back :) they then continue to make those ears flap and that tail wag :)))

AND like i promised, some ler content, still concerning al's ears/tail bc not only am i obsessed with them, methinks they'd also be good tools for him to use as a ler!!! for the cherished moments where al uses direct physical touch instead of magic to tickle his lee, i think it'd be adorable if he brushed his ears/tail against their sensitive spots, especially if he often does so '''accidentally''' after learning about it :) these are the first two scenarios that came to mind that fit what im talking abt, but feel free to imagine your own/smthn different:

ler al and lee husk, with husk having a really sensitive chin/neck!! al keeps pulling him close, making husks attempts at pawing (ha) him off futile by al scrabbling at his ribs and stomach, which eventually leads to al leaning his head forward n' makin' his ears accidentally flap against husks neck/chin, which makes the poor kitty *squeal*. theres like that brief moment of 'oh no' from husk before al leans back in and purposefully wiggles his ears back and forth against husk until hes laughing so hard he cant breathe 🥺🥺🥺 al is teasing him the entire time, much to his chagrin

and, for the tail!! ler al and lee angel dust!!! ive always imagined angel with a sensitive stomach, so al would either have to be holding him down/or against something in this scenario, but just think abt how cute it'd be for the two to be play-fighting but then angel lets out a *yelp* whenever al's tail brushes along his stomach!! angel'd get his own 'oh no' moment where al's suddenly pinning him down, using his hands to tickle angels armpits and ribs while his tail absolutely wrecks his stomach. angel would be making witty comebacks to al's teasing if he had time to breathe :)))

okokok that should be all its past midnight here i need to sleep!!! anyways ajagsfaggaha ty for reading hope you liked ittt :)))))

Anon this isn't a food this isn't a meal YOU GAVE ME A FULL BANQUET!!! GOT ME STIMMING SM ALREADY IN THE BEGINNING

And the scenarios too omggg, I freaking LOVED the unintencional thing of the ears going down, animal features doing silly things when someone is in a lee mood or being tickled is my weak point (Alastor's tail totally wags when he's tickled tho I am SO SURE)

AND HUSK WITH A HYPER TICKLISH NECK TOO IS CHEF KISS!!

#tickling #tickle #tickle community #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #lee!alastor #ler!alastor

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3stq · 5 months

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Obey me fic please! 😊

Hello! Thank you for the ask! I shall receive your wish. Though, I'm not sure which characters you'd like to see, so I'll just do lee lucifer and ler MC (you're MC, so I'll be using "you" instead of MC.)

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"The strong demon has a weakness."

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It was close to midnight, around 11 PM. You were laying in bed, but you couldn't sleep. You grabbed your D.D.D and went to Chat. You texted Lucifer.

"Hey, Lucifer. I can't sleep, can I come to you?"

"Sure."

He replied back. A few minutes later you were knocking on his door, you waited for a response. The Demon opened the door, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

"Any reason why you cannot sleep?"

He asked. He was curious, and a bit concerned.

"I'm not sure. I think I still have a lot of energy."

You walked in as he closed the door behind you. You both walked towards the bed and laid down.

A few minutes in and you were both cuddling with each other.

You tried to get move comfortable, but your hand accidentally rubbed against the side of Lucifer, as not expected, you felt him flinch.

You knew what this meant.

"Hey, Lucifer. What was that?"

You asked before sitting next to him, he looked at you in confusion.

"Nothing."

"..Liar."

You went in. You squeezed and poked his sides. Hoping you would get a reaction out of the demon.

"M-MC, whahahat are you dohoing?"

The giggly demon giggled, he didn't really fight back, he just giggled and looked at you in confusion.

"The strong demon has a weakness."

You said confidentially. Your hands went a little down to his hips, and boom, jackpot.

"WahAHAhaIt! StOhoP THIhis IHINstAhahAnt!!"

Then, he did fight back. You found his weak spot. Of his whole body. His hands grabbed yours. To fight back. And you knew this was the end.

You stopped tickling him and laughed. Both laughter of the demon and human calmed down as you guys were both laying down again.

A few minutes later, you both were sleeping like angels. Or at least, ticklish people.

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AYAYAYAY first fic 👍, I did this in like 20 minutes im impressed!! i also wrote this at 2 am because i couldn't sleep. anyway i hoped you enjoyed, anon!!♡

#thanks for the ask!#anon #anon ask #tickle fic #lee!lucifer #ler!mc #obey me tickling #obey me lucifer #mc obey me

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sleepyemoxd · 1 year

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@eclipsedcrystalstar imagine how hilariously confused Solar would be when Midnight didn't react to being tickled for the first few minutes of it

#don't ask because I don't know either lol #the bitch came out of nowhere and I just went with it #midnight #sleepy's ocs #sleepy's shenanigans #mutual's oc #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #lee!midnight #ler!solar

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rabbit-eclipsed · 9 months

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Ta-da! This is one of the cursed things I teased last month. Welcome to Hell Once-Ler month! On special dank midnights, I'll be dropping (almost certainly awful) content related to 2012 Tumblr's favorite capitalist twink.

#rabbit edits #the once-ler #the lorax 2012 #prince hans #frozen #hansler #special dank midnights in august posting #lorax 2023 #onceler

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gaybananabread · 8 months

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Hi Kasey! I'm honestly happy everytime I read your fics, it was all beautifully written & looks so effortful!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader, with lers todoroki and bakugou hehe (I'm thinking the reader is a new/transfer student to UA, and initially scared of bakugou and todoroki because of their "intimidating presence" during the UA Sports Festival). Deku wanted to show that both of his frends (Baku and Todo) are actually approachable, so Deku introduced the reader to them, and somehow say something that makes them tickle the reader lol (probably deku's saying the reader is ticklish or telling todo & baku in advance that the new student "reader" is intimidated by them so they show their playful sides when introduced to the reader) The readed can be male/gender neutral, but please no foot tickles, thank youu!!! Have a wonderful day Kasey!

AJASHSJ THANK YOUUUU!! That is so sweet, I'm happy you like my writing! 💚 Hopefully they arent too OOC, I really need to watch the new season (TwT) Little disclaimer, the bitch went and deleted itself when my platform updated, so I pumped most of it out at midnight. I'm sorry this is so late, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Lers: Todoroki and Bakugou

Summary: A new transfer student at UA, you're a bit scared of Bakugou and Todoroki's whole demeanors. Midoriya gives them some tips on how to seem less threatening.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

You had been at UA for almost two weeks, most of class 1A warmed up to you pretty quickly. You had finally figured out your class schedule, gotten used to Aizawa's power naps, and made a few friends. The only thing you hadn't gotten used to was how... intimidating some of your classmates were.

Todoroki and Bakugou weren't bad, they just didn't have a very friendly air to them. Bakugou screams and cusses, you were afraid to look at him wrong. And Todoroki... his stoic silence was enough to ward you away. He always seemed like he wasn't in the mood to talk.

One student you managed to befriend was Izuku Midoriya. The greenette did his best to make sure you were comfortable, introducing you to other students and rambling about their interests and skills. It was a bit hard to follow, but he helped you. He also couldn't help but notice your aversion to his two classmates.

He decided to do something about it.

"Come on Kacchan, you know I didn't mean it like that!"

Midoriya had tried talking to the pair about their demeanors, and it went about as well as you can image. Bakugou was not pleased.

"I do NOT need to change for the newbie!" His signature scowl was on his face, his palms crackling as he yelled. He was a touch offended that Midoriya had asked him to dial it back a bit. He's not that scary... right?

"Kacchan... Please? I just want them to feel comfortable around you two." Todoroki hadn't said a word, though his brows were slightly furrowed. He didn't think he came off that intimidating. Sure, he didn't talk much, but you weren't afraid of him... right?

"Look, I'm not saying you two need to change. Just... show your human sides. Be playful, show them you can have fun." He wracked his brain, trying to think of what his classmates could do to show their new friend their playful sides.

An idea popped into his head, making his face light up. Each of his friends had wrecked him within the past month. It's mostly harmless, and a great way to establish a playful relationship with the new student. "I got it! How about you two tickle them!"

Both students blinked, registering his suggestion. Bakugou was the first to react. "Uh, the fuck? How is that gonna help, Deku?!" Todoroki nodded, seeming to agree with the firey blonde.

"Okay, you two need to seem less intimidating, more approachable. You need to be playful! What's more playful than tickling?" Todo bit his lip, considering this. It had admittedly been kinda fun to tickle Midoriya, but with them? He didn't know if it was the best way to go about it.

"I don't know. What if it makes things worse?" Deku sighed, choosing his words carefully. Bakugou was still mumbling, surprisingly giving him a moment to talk.

"I'm not saying it's guaranteed, but it may help. And you didn't hear it from me, but... they kinda like it." That simple sentence took almost all hesitation out of Todoroki. He was still a bit iffy, but if they like it, it's worth a shot.

"Okay, I'll play. They like it, it's an idea. But you seriously think they're just gonna let us waltz up and tickle them? I'd beat the shit outta someone if they did that." The blonde's tone was shockingly neutral, the usual heat replaced with curiosity and skepticism. He wanted to meet you, to take away most of that unnecessary fear. You seemed decent.

"Well, no. Be sneaky about it. You guys are creative, just use a little teamwork. I believe in you!" These ideas could work. You needed to get used to the duo, and they needed to work on their people skills. It's a win-win, if they go for it.

Todoroki huffed before nodding. "I'll try it." His answer was short, yet it was all Midoriya needed. The dual-quirked student was willing to try and get to know you. If that meant being a little silly, so be it.

"Okay! What about you Kacchan?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "Fine. Let's try it."

You were sitting on the main room couch, trying to relax. Training that day had been a bit rigourus, leaving you kinda tired. Needless to say, you were more than a little surprised when you saw both Bakugou and Todoroki enter the common room.

You were downright shocked when they both waved at you, coming to join you on the couch. Todoroki leaned on the back of the couch while Bakugou sat down beside you. Tension quickly found it's way into your frame, their combined prescence wracking your nerves.

"Uh... hey guys. You need something?" They look between eachother, as if having a silent debate. Apparently, Bakugou lost, grumbling something before he speaks to you.

"Jus' wanted to say hi. You seem decent, not like the other extras. Great smile, too." Okay, that's a bit out of left field. Hot-tempered Bakugou, complimenting your smile? He seems... almost playful. It's a complete 180 from the Katsuki you're used to.

Todoroki, who's been characteristically quiet, said something that surprised you. "He's right. Your laugh is quite nice." You let your guard down, just enough to loosen the muscles in your shouders and arms. This... wasn't what you were expecting at all.

Seeing you relax, they moved onto Phase 2 of their poorly-discussed plan. Bakugou moved his hand to your side, stopping just shy of your skin. You couIdn't help but freeze up, seeing his fingers twitch ever-so sligty, just inches away from making contact. Clearing your troat, you looked back up at Todoroki.

Both students wore the same mischevious expression. The smile compliments, wiggling fingers, smirks... Oh shi-

Before you could react, 10 wiggling fingers descended on your sides. Baku's tickles were rough and fast, quickly sending you into a giggle fit. "Bakugohohohou! Whahat are you dohohoing?!"

The explosive teen smirked, continuing the onslaught on your poor sides. "Tickling you, dumbass. What else would I be doing?" You batted weakly at his hands, not putting up much of a fight. You didn't really mind. At least not nearly as much as you were pretending to.

Feeling a bit left out, Todoroki grabbed your arms, holding them above your head. Using his free hand, he gently prodded at your armpit. The difference between Todo's light, teasing tickles and Baku's fast, rough torment had your head reeling, little squeaks dotting your laughter.

You could fuel Bakugou's hands exploring, slowly making their way across your stomach. Todoroki contined to tease your armpit, occasionally moving down to knead your ribs. The moment the blonde's fingers reached your belly button, you squealed and twisted in Todo's grip.

Baku took the opportunity to tease you, wanting to establish a playful mood. "Found your giggle button, eh? The squeaking is cute, keep it up."

If you had the choice, you would *not* have kept it up. Being called "cute" by Bakugou wasn't something you felt like reliving. But, with a teasing explosion boy on your belly, you couldn't help but continue.

Todoroki kept his pace steady as he teased your armpit. He didn't want to go too far. The gentle tickling was somehow worse, building up you anticipation and setting your nerves on fire.

You wriggled and squirmed, making a show out of trying to escape. They saw right though your act. It was adorable, they thought.

"You really do have a nice laugh. It's good that you like this, we're having fun as well." It was shocking to hear Todoroki say this. The typically stoic, resigned teen's comment sends heat to your cheeks. They chuckle at your blush, deciding not to comment on it.

"N-noho I'm nohot! Shuhuhut uhup!" The teasing made it all twice as bad, their sweet words ramping up your sensitivity. On top of that, Todoroki started to actually tickle you, digging his fingers into your armpit and ribs. It's not unpleasant, but just enough to bring loud belly laughter from you.

The intensity increase wasn't awful, but you were reaching your limit. A bright red hue had taken over your face, slowly spreading down your neck. Your squirming had doubled and contained actual effort at this point. It was getting to be a lot.

The pair picked up on this rather quickly. Todoroki was the first to stop, nudging Bakugou to do the same. After a few quick scratches on your belly button, he stilled his hands and backed off. The half-and-half student started to rub small circles into your back, letting go of your arms.

You were still giggling softly, phantom tickles buzzing on your belly and ribs. Todo smiled as you caught your breath, rubbing the calming circles while Bakugou grabbed some water. They had both learned from Midoriya that aftercare is important.

One glass of a water later, you had managed to stop giggling, your cheeks' glow fading to a light pink. Bakugou sat on the couch beside you, a small smirk on his face. You felt like you should say something, though your mind came up blank at the thought. They seemed to understand this, sitting on either side of you as the TV is turned on. Words aren't needed, those two have got this covered.

As for your thoughts on them...

You definitely weren't as intimidated by them after all that. At least, not for the same reasons. The difference then: they were seriously good at tickling you. They know you enjoy it, but don't judge you or take it too far...

Maybe they aren't so bad after all.

#mha tickle #lee!reader #ler!bakugou #ler!todoroki #ticklish!reader #mha reader insert #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #my hero academia tickle #gender nuetral reader #mha bakugou #mha todoroki #mha midoriya #yn mha #request #lee!gender neutral reader #mha tickling

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hiii, i was wondering if you could do a fic with ler! chan and lee! felix?

WEEEEE I love Lee Felix my bookie pookie buns

Hope you enjoy! ^^

< Spiders >

[Lee! Felix]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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Felix cowered as far back on his bed as possible. He had a long distance insect spray in his shaking hand as he stared at the monster on his floor.

A spider with a thick body and long, sharp looking legs stared at him from the floor. It was on the opposite side of the door and looked ready to attack at any moment. Felix, petrified, had no idea whether to spray it and run or call someone to help. It was midnight already and most members were asleep in their rooms-

He didn’t have much time to think as the spider took some steps forward.

“AH” Felix yelled as he scoot to the opposite side of the bed that the spider was walking towards. It walked slowly, making it all the more scary looking. Felix had to get off the bed at one point since he lost view of the spider.

“Shiittttt shit shit” He swore as he tip toed barefoot across his dark room. He walked slowly over to the light switch as he scanned for the spider.

Right as he flicked it on, he caught a glimpse of it sitting on the center of his bed, looking at him.

He let out a huff and prepared his spray. He had one hand on the door knob and the other ready to-

The spider crawled off his bed at the speed of light.

“AHH” Felix yelled as he flimsily hopped around. He began to spray at it but kept missing it and spraying directly behind it, causing it to crawl faster towards him.

Before he knew it, the spider had crawled over his foot and under the door.

“OH MY GOD” Felix screamed when it touched him. He kicked out but was too late as it had already went under and out the door. He began to slap all over his body and wipe at his legs and foot where the spider had been when he suddenly slipped and hit his hip on the floor hard. He cursed it silently as he rubbed at his now sore hip after hitting the hard floor. The feeling of the spiders legs was fresh on his mind, so he stood up fast in case it came crawling back.

He knew he couldn’t sleep alone, not now. He didn’t know where the spider was and felt all twitchy. More scared than ever that it was waiting for him outside, he slowly opened the door and ran down to Bangchan’s room while rubbing his sore hip.

“Hello?” Felix whispered as he knocked on the door. The lights were obviously off since it was a little past midnight but he hoped he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Mhmm” Bangchan mouthed from his bed.

Felix stepped inside quickly and quietly shut the door. He walked over to Chan’s bed and stood there waiting.

“Felix?” He said looking up from his phone.

“Can I lay here tonight please?”

“Yeah yeah of course, uh, any particular reason why?” Chan asked while scooting over.

“There was a spider.”

“A… spider”

“Yes a big one!! It was like this big!” Felix said while showing the size of the spider with his hands, “it kept crawling towards me!”

“Mmhm and then what happened” Chan asked as his head rested in his hand and he looked at Felix fondly. Felix began to make himself comfortable under the sheets as he continued his story.

“Then I had to actually get off the bed because it crawled so close that I lost sight of it at one point!!”

“Mhmm” Chan giggled.

“So while I was standing away from my bed, I turn the lights on and see it ON TOP of my bed. Right in the middle. Just, LOOKING at me” Felix said dramatically.

“Didn’t Hyunjin buy you a long distance bug spray incase this happened since you’re both deathly afraid of bugs”

“YES!! And I had it with me but I kept missing. And, get this, then it crawled off the bed and towards me, and went OVER my FOOT.”

“Ohhh noooo God forbid a spider touch you”

“Yes exactly thank you it was so scary” Felix said sighing, “now I feel all jumpy and gross and crawly ew ew ew.”

Chan laughed at him as he got under the sheets and wrapped himself in them. He scoot close to Chan in hopes that if the spider were to appear, it got him first.

“So it’s still out here? You didn’t kill it?”

“No I didn’t kill it I was busy trying not to die”

“You’re so dramatic” Bangchan laughed.

Felix flipped him off and flipped over, his back facing Chan. Right as he began drifting off to sleep he felt a weird spidery feeling on the back of his neck.

“aAAGH” he yelled as he slapped at his neck hard. He began wiping at his shoulders and arms as he turned to see a laughing Bangchan pointing at him.

“No way” he laughed.

“Don’t do that! You scared me”

“I tickled your neck Lix”

“…Shut up” Felix said as he turned around again and attempted to sleep. Again, he felt a weird scratchy feeling on his side.

“Quihit!” He slapped at Chan’s hand.

“How do you know it’s my hand and not the spider?”

“Don’t even start.” Felix said rolling his eyes as he flipped over to face him now. Chan giggled and waited a few seconds for him to close his eyes again. He then scribbled under his chin. Felix smiled and curled into a ball and Chan began to poke around his side again.

“Stohop hyung!” Felix said as he grabbed at Chan’s wrists, “quiiiiit pleeeease” he whined.

“You’re a baby”

“I’m scared! I’m still traumatized from that spider.”

“Oh my God” Chan laughed, “here I’ll protect you” he said as he flipped Felix over and hugged him, his back to Chan’s chest.

He began to relax in Chan’s grip. As he drifted, he began to feel light taps and scratches along his lower back.

“Hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Stohop” Felix said as he tried to shuffle out of Chan’s grip, but found that his arm was like a belt buckle across his stomach and he could barely move.

“Let GOHO!” Felix yelled as Chan’s hand picked up the pace and began scribbling at his back.

“STOHOHAP” Felix laughed.

“The spider!! The spiders getting you!” Chan said as he spidered his hand up Lix’s back and to his neck, “oh no it’s biting you! It’s biting your neck Felix!”

“SHUHUT UP Stohop!!” Felix said as he scrunched his neck up when Chan’s hand tried to scribble into every part of it.

“Oh no the spiders going down!! It’s going fast!” Chan giggled out as he crawled his hand down Lix’s side and latched onto his hip.

“OW owww Chan I fell on my hiiiip” he whined as he grabbed Chan’s wrist.

“Really? Aww okay I guess the spider can be gentle” he said as he lightly tickled at his hip, scribbling and circling it in light motions enough to feel but not to hurt… which was so much better worse.

“PHHFFSSHH CHAhahanie hyuHUNG”Felix giggled as quietly as possible to not wake the others and buried his face into his pillow. Chan lifted his shirt up too, tracing his fingers directly onto his sensitive skin.

“Don’t move too much or else the spiders gonna hurt your hip! You have to stay still, and be quiet or else you’ll wake the others!!” Chan teased as he continued to scribble at his hip. He went down his lower back and back up to his hip, then down his lower tummy and back to the hip, and so on.

“PLEHehease aaAAHH” Felix yelled and begged into the pillow his face was buried in. He just latched onto it and squeezed as hard as he could trying to not think about the “spider” attacking him. It was bad enough that his hips were already sensitive, but the fact he couldn’t squirm too much since it was bruised made the teasing 10x more intense.

“Seeee spiders aren’t all bad Lix! You gotta give them a chance” Chan said as he then spidered his hand down to the center of Lix’s stomach and opened and closed his hand on it, causing him to arch and curl in on himself.

“NOHOho nononono” Felix giggled with closed, teary eyes. His stomach was sensitive and squirming with every touch from his hyung.

“The spiders sleepy now.. think it may be ready to go to bed” Chan said as he unlatched his arm from around Felix’s waist. He thought he was finally done with torturing and teasing him, until he suddenly lifted his arm outwards and stuck his other hand under it.

“NoAHAHAHA HYUHUNG” Felix screamed as his hand attacked under his arm aggressively. He tried to kick at the bed and scoot away but couldn’t since his wrist was in Chan’s tight grip. Felix just covered his mouth with his other hand and laughed into it as his tears fell.

“Shhhh Felix the spider’s trying to sleep”

“NAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEASE NOOOHOHO” Felix begged.

Chan went on for a little longer and let his arm go. Felix shot to the other side of the bed and laid there curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest. Chan spidered his hand on his upper back in a tickly yet comforting way.

“I’m nehever complaining about a spider agahain” Felix said.

“Awww did I stop your fear of them? I mean, the spider?”

“Oh shuhut up” Felix rolled his eyes.

Chan giggled and turned over after ruffling Felix’s hair, “Good night Lix” he said.

After catching his breath, Felix flipped back over and Chan felt a small arm fall over his side. He grabbed Felix’s hand and held it close to his chest, rubbing at it comfortingly.

Soon they were both snoring comfortably… with the spider resting up under their bed.

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RAHH Lee Felix my lovely lovely eueueueueue <333

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