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jungkookslipring · 5 months

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ooh ooh how about lee! Know and ler! Hyunjin 😏

I got multiple requests for Lee! Lee Know and Ler! Hyunjin so hopefully I am able to fulfill everyone's request with this fic! Enjoy!

Lee! Lee Know

Ler! Hyunjin

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Hyunjin was never safe around Lee Know. He couldn't sit, lift his arms, or expose any vulnerable parts of his body without one of the biggest lers getting a good poke or squeeze out of him. It didn't matter if they were in public, at dance practice, on stage, or at the dorms, Hyunjin was always a victim, which he lowkey didn't mind, but he wanted revenge. He wanted Lee Know to get a taste of his own medicine.

And that was when his plan was put into place.

Hyunjin wasn't exactly positive about how he was going to execute it, but he was ready to get his hands on his mischievous older brother. All of the guys were planning on hanging out at the 3racha + Hyunjin dorm during the evening to watch movies, so Hyunjin thought it would be the perfect opportunity in case he needed backup. The vocal/dance racha duos brought snacks and drinks while 3racha set up the blanket fort, Hyunjin helping grab pillows and blankets from everyone's rooms. He was nervous because he had tried to get Lee Know back before, but he's so strong and quick with his moves that its always Hyunjin who gets wrecked. They had a busy few weeks, to say the least, so it was safe to say everyone was beyond tired and just needing to take the edge off. This was perfect.

Once everyone was settled, Hyunjin handed the remote off to IN to pick out a movie. While they scrolled the countless options, Lee Know came and made himself comfy between Hyunjin's already spread apart legs, his back leaning against his chest. Lee Know was definitely exhausted from promotions, and he was ready to just relax. Hyunjin almost felt guilty for trying to get his revenge, but Lee Know didn't hate the idea of being tickled, it was just that he was hardly ever a victim. Hyunjin mindlessly wrapped his arms around Lee Know's torso as the older relaxed in his hold. Hyunjin's thumb stroked up and down Lee Know's stomach, while the lead dancer of dance racha sank further into Hyunjin's grip. Hyunjin completely forgot his plan when he started lightly scratching his tummy, earning a grin from Lee Know. It wasn't till Lee Know started silently giggling, trying to brush it off but struggling because he was just as sensitive as some of the most ticklish members. He tapped his hand lightly on Hyunjin's hand.

"You're tickling me, Jinnie," Lee Know whispered with a slightly embarrased smile. Hyunjin cooed at his reaction.

"Am I?" Hyunjin asked as he started scratching his tummy again, this time putting a little more pressure at the end of his finger tips. Lee Know accidently let out a louder giggle, quickly biting his lip.

"hmmhmhmhhmhm" Lee Know giggled trying so hard not to literally laugh out loud.

"What's the matter, Hyungie?" Hyunjin whispered in his ear when he wrapped his legs around Lee Know's waist, earning a squeak from the older. At that point, no one was paying attention until Hyunjin got a little daring and tightened himself around Lee Know as much as possible without hurting him, and dug his fingers into his tummy, making the lee squeal before bursting into full blown laughter.

"Hyunjinahahahahhahahahaha!" he squealed as he tried batting his hands away. Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh along with him when he saw his Hyung smiling from ear to ear, his eyes squeezed shut as his tummy was overwhelmed by all the attention it was getting.

"Awww Lee Know's so cute!" Bang Chan cooed as the others watched in fondness. They haven't seen Lee Know laugh like this in a while. The older definitely needed it.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" Hyunjin teased as he kept up his simple actions of squeezing and poking Lee Know's stomach while the older one of the two squirmed and squealed and belly laughed to his heart's content. His cheeks were definitely going to hurt after this.

"Ihihihit tickles so bahahahahad!" he squeaked when Hyunjin's hand went under his shirt.

"HYUNJINAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Lee Know screeched when Hyunjin's hand found its way to his top ribs. The older was going balistic.

"JINNIEHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHA!" Lee Know was losing his mind. Hyunjin was too quick with his tickles and Lee Know was way too tired to fight back. He didn't mind though, and Hyunjin could sense that.

"You love it Hyungieeee," he sang as Lee Know's face turned an adorable shade of pink. Lee Know couldn't fight anymore as he threw his head back on Hyunjin's shoulder, just letting the ticklish feeling take over as the other guys in the room cooed at their brother squealing with glee. After about 10 or so minutes of nonstop tickling, Hyunjin finally let go as Lee Know's entire body relaxed, the remaing giggles flowing from his lips. He hid his face with his hand as he laughed, Hyunjin lowering down to kiss his head.

"Aww our Hyungie is just so cute!" he said in his high pitched Jiniret voice. Lee Know shook his head and chuckled. He really needed that, but he would never admit it.

"Hyung, are you actually trying to get thrown into the air fryer?" Seungmin gasped. Everyone laughed while Lee Know quickly poked Hyunjin's side from where he was lying, but didn't make a move to escape. Hyunjin decided that was his silent "thank you". The rest of the night was filled with group cuddles and the occasional poke to the cute little lee of the night.

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EEEEEE i hope you like! SKZ members if you see this PLZ tickle Lee Know more often!

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squeelsposts · 3 months

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“Baby, lift your arms up.” Is the best and most intimidating sentence to come out of a lers mouth.

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickletorture #tickle fluff #tickle community #tword content #tword thoughts #tickle fic #tword blog #tickle blog #tword fic #tickletober #tickle tickle

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gyuusauce · 5 months

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Stray Kids - Lee Mood

Pairing: Lee!Minho X Ler!Bang Chan

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If this type of thing is not your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!

The members of Stray Kids had just come back from a long day out and were finally back to their big shared dorm, ready to settle in for the night. Chan was relaxing in his room, watching some videos on his phone and sipping on a can of his favorite soft drink. It felt good to finally relax after being outside for the whole day. He was about to close his eyes for a nap when he suddenly heard a gentle knocking at his door. “Come in!” he said, waiting for the other person on the other side.

Chan’s room door creaked open and there stood Minho in his pjs looking down at the floor. The leader immediately knew something was up as he noticed his bandmate’s behavior. “Lino, are you alright?” he asked in a caring tone. He wanted to make sure nothing was bothering his buddy. He motioned with his hand for Minho to come closer. The younger walked over and began to speak but had a hard time getting the words out “I-um…I’m..in a…” His head was still facing the ground as he struggled to talk. Chan looked at him with a worried expression. “You’re in a what?” he asked.

The shy boy finally managed to speak up after a few more stutters. “I’m in a l-lee mood…” he whispered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Chan simply smiled as he knew exactly what this meant. Minho wanted tickles. He sometimes forgot that his bandmate was one of those super shy lees. “Aww, Lino! Come here, buddy” the leader said, patting the open space on his bed. Lino quietly took a seat next to him. Chan scooted his way in front of the other boy and told him to lay down, in which he agreed to do so. Lino watched as the older began to carefully roll up the end of his sleep shirt. He immediately began flustered and quickly hid his face.

Chan smiled down at his friend, thinking about how cute he was when he was all shy like this. “Here, I’ll start, ok?” he said to the younger. Minho shivered when he suddenly felt a single finger run across his stomach. Chan was warming him up with gentle touches to get him comfortable. “Aww, what’s wrong Lino? You ticklish?” he teased. He continued to tickle the boy below him, now using all five fingers. Minho immediately burst into a fit of giggles, slightly rolling around on the bed. “Channie nohoho!!”

The leader chuckled at Lino’s cute response and went on with his tickling. Chan took his time tickling his belly then making his way to his sides then down to his hips. The younger giggled and laughed as Chan worked his magic. “Stahahap!! No more Channie!!” he exclaimed through his laughter. He was telling the older to stop tickling him even though he obviously didn’t mean it and was clearly enjoying the attention. “Stop? But Lino,, you asked me to tickle you, silly!”

After a few more minutes of tickling, Chan stopped and told Minho to remove the pillow and uncover his face. The giggly boy slowly lowered the pillow, revealing his face that was red as a tomato. Chan couldn’t help but “aww” at the sight. Lino quickly looked away, embarrassed. Chan quickly brought his attention back to his friend’s stomach. “Now, how could I forget about this adorable little button?” he teased at his bandmate. He reached out and began to lightly scratch around Minho’s navel with a single finger, waiting for his reaction.

Lino was in stitches. He let out a loud squeal and threw his head back. “AHH CHANIEHEHEE!! he shouted. Chan giggled at the younger that was now in hysterical laughter. He knew that was Minho‘s sweet spot. “Ahh Lino, you are just so sensitive!” Without the pillow covering it, Minho’s face was now in full view. The sight of his huge smile and flushed cheeks was too much for Chan to handle. He continued to tease the younger for a few minutes. “OKAY,, OKAHAHAHAY!! I CANT TAKE IHIHIT!!” The leader knew that this was his sign to finally let Minho go. Once the tickling was done, Lino quickly covered his stomach and let out a few more chuckles, trying to shake off the phantom tickles.

“Man,, that really tickled…” Minho said, still trying to catch his breath. Chan smiled at him, pleased with his work. He always enjoyed giving his members a good tickling when they needed it. Lino looked up at Chan and grinned. “Thanks for that, Chan,, I’ll have to get you back sometime” he added with a mischievous smile. The leader rolled his eyes. “Good luck trying to get me back!” he teased. Lino hugged his buddy then went back to his room, satisfied with his session. Chan looked at he walked out, already thinking about his next fun session with one of his best mates.

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vertheler · 2 months

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Shopping

Summary: Trying on some clothes! With your favorite ler, what could go wrong?

You stare outside the window with your fist on your chin. The window is slightly warm, but it doesn't burn you.

"How long has it been? Two days?" I said, my hands on the wheel.

I was driving you to the mall. You were angry at me because I had forgotten to do the dishes two days ago.

"But you won't apologize." You glanced to the driver's seat, looking for my reaction. I had only opened my mouth, but closed it again.

"I'm sorry." I said, pretty sincerely, but not sincere enough to get forgiveness just yet.

"Maybe I can help you with something, then would we be even?" I looked over as much as I could without creating a big danger.

You finally turned over to face me, but not making eye contact. "Yeah I guess. I could use it, maybe."

"M-kay, so what should I do?" I made a right turn at a light.

The black exterior of the car was bad for the summer, making it a bit hot. I turned on the air conditioner, and you positioned your fans toward you.

"It's getting hot these days, so I was thinking of getting some cooler shirts." You leaned back in your seat.

"Sure!" The car slowed as we reached our destination.

After parking both of us exited the car, walking the short walk in-between the parking lot and the large shop.

The shop was a beige color, and the bricks were a bit rocky seeming. The super-store expanded the length of the parking lot, and was one story tall. There were 3 different entrances, and we walked toward the center one. The glass was slightly blue, and it reflected the puffy clouds in the sky.

As we entered the large market, there was a small beep. I grabbed your hand and we walked through the long aisles to the clothing section at the back. You had a tiny flinch, but you didn't let go.

I squeezed your hand as we stepped between stands of tank tops and shirts, grabbing one or two every once in a while. We stopped suddenly, nearing the dressing room.

"Ok wait here," You said gesturing towards a bench beside the red curtains of the dressing room.

I sat down, crossing my arms slightly impatiently, but you were quick at changing and came out in a navy blue crop top.

"Wow, niceeee" I walked in circles around you. "You look really good in-"

Your brain blocked out the rest, because something heavenly and hellish at the same time touches your uncovered armpit, and you can't even flinch before you whirl around, grabbing my hand, but it's too late. My other hand has already made its target, and softly falls to your tummy.

The little scribbles as if I'm a kid drawing with Crayola's are forcing your throat to close up as you desperately try to stop the ripples of little giggles and snorts.

"StoP, STOHOJAHAHP RIGHIITAH NOWWOWOW" As you open your mouth to speak, hell breaks out and you can no longer hold it back.

Each of your nerves cry for attention but they also scream in joy and terror as I make contact with your upper thighs. You almost SHRIEK in joy as I roughly dig into your muscles, like a massage, but in no way relaxing.

"Aw, stop trying to grab my hands, I know you love this, so stop trying to take this away from yourself." You had thought you had gotten away from my teases this time, but now you were blushing and flailing all over. You would've thought that people would be staring by now, but the store was surprisingly empty.

"EEK, GUHSHA" You rolled over, protecting your overworked tummy, but suddenly, your legs were completely immobilized as I locked my thighs around yours and rocketed onto your sides.

The tingling was so bad that your eyes were locked closed at this point, and you thought you wouldn't even have enough time to try on the other clothes.

You wriggled, not whatsoever in control of your body.

I had stopped directly tickling you, but the ghost tickles kept you rolling for a whole minute. "STOHHOHOP, STOP STOP-" You gasped for breath, the moment your body finally caught up to the fact that I hadn't touched you in multiple minutes.

You gave me a punch as you ran back into the changing room to avoid any more public embarrassment. Not that anyone had seen you. Actually, no one was even around to hear you... Actually, maybe it wasn't so bad...

You tried a few more shirts on, extremely careful to make sure all your weak points were covered, avoiding any tank tops or crop tops.

You could tell I was a bit disappointed, but what were you to care. He had tickled you. IN PUBLIC TOO! He deserved this. After the on edge dressing, we went to the cashier and started ringing up a few shirts.

Suddenly, I spotted a navy blue crop top. You could tell I had noticed it because I gave you a look of total slyness that you wished you could tear right off of my face.

You ran to the car, avoiding any chance of torture, but in the car, you were forced to sit only a foot away, and you knew what you were gonna get.

"TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE" I softly scratch at your specifically covered stomach, lifting your arms, somehow fast enough you can't even wriggle.

You jump backward trying to get away, but the door stops you from moving. Almost as if you have your seat belt, you couldn't move at all, enhancing every little nerve activation. You silently screamed.

"Aw, come on. I knowwwww you love it, why did you get the shirt if not?" I grinned. "Can't you just tell it to me, 'I want you to destroy me with tickles?'"

'OH MY GOSH IF HE DOESN'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOWWOWOW I'LL-HAHAHAHH' You think, completely confused how you were even laughing in your mind?

Suddenly you feel your shoes slide off, and you're allowed a moment of panic before little waves of dots and dashes rush into the sensitive skin on the bottom of your feet. You stop yelling to yelp and you kick as hard as you can, but the hands just fall onto your tummy.

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to speak- Now just tell me, look into my eyes and give me a big laugh, and I'll know you lovvveeee it~"

Surely your face is as red as a literal fire, and you're sure it's as hot as one. Every single nerve is burning in desire of tickles and desire that the tickles will stop, relieving you of this torture.

"Aww, your screaming turned into your adorable laughter, just like I asked. You would ask for this everyday if you could get the courage, wouldn't you my tickle bug."

You have NO idea how I can just say tickle, and you feel like the surface of the sun. You are melted and no longer even have the energy to wriggle, just sitting on your seat. You think that it's ended, but little tingles remain, as if your body doesn't accept that it's ended. You suddenly sway, the car starting to move, but you can't even buckle yourself.

You close your eyes, giggling as little ghost tingles take you over.

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myreygn · 4 months

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YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth. “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack.

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather.

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fic #upper moons #douma #akaza #ler!douma #lee!akaza #ticklish!akaza #this is my first time writing lee akaza can yall believe it #it lowkey terrifies me that demon slayer is all i ever talk about and i have like. five fics on it.#we oughta change that

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nujai · 9 months

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It’s 4:42 am, I haven’t slept in like 2 days, I still can’t sleep, and i’ve been convinced(forced) to start posting 😒 anyways some of my tkl headcanons.

Ler

~ SLEEPY TICKLESSS!! Cuddling with a lee who’s half asleep or just waking up so their in that sluggish zombie phase, dragging a finger up and down their side but they refuse to move (not like id let them) because of how sleepy they are so instead they try to maneuver around your finger but completely fail.

~ A lee about to slide off a couch/bed head first and you manage to grab their legs before they completely slide off.. there’s 2 options here, scribbling your fingers on their belly or feet while threatening to let them fall if they squirm too much or try and stop you.

~ A lee playing a game and being completely distracted and unaware of their surroundings and you just poke them and pretend you didn’t do anything, looking away whenever they look up from their game and if they question you all you do is shrug, you repeat this until they get tired and move away.

~ Tickling a lee who’s extremely ticklish EVERYWHERE so they have no defense and are left completely vulnerable no matter how much they fight, where they hide, or how much they squirm (i’m self projecting here but that’s besides the point)

Switch

~ Having a tickle fight with however many people but there’s a twist. The goal is to stay silent during the fight and whoever laughs first gets wrecked by whoever is participating, like if you laugh your getting tag teamed.

~ Like being in a group with other switches and you all try out tickle tools on each other for lers and yourselves (for when your in a ler mood), occasionally pestering a ler by tickling their ear with a feather or giving them quick poke with a skewer knowing it’ll piss them off (this results in you getting wrecked in front of the whole group)

~ Tickling a lee leaning switch and they suddenly switch up on you and now your being tickled, like how and why?!?!

It’s 5:51 now and i’m tired of typing so bye

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zerozerozio · 1 year

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Check-up

A sfw fluffy tf2 fanfic in which Heavy discovers that Medic is ticklish.

word count: 1,786 (estimated read time of 12 minutes)

I'm not much of an author, but I had fun writing this very self-indulgent story. I hope you enjoy it! I needed more content of these two so I resorted to making it myself lol

Heavy sat comfortably on a swivel chair in Medic's office. The sun had nearly set by now, and things were (for once) pretty calm. He was absentmindedly rubbing the feathers on Archimedes' head, who appreciated the attention very much. Medic sat a few feet away, quietly finishing up some paperwork. The two had sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Heavy decided to break it now and discuss his thoughts.

"Doktor, how do you give medical care to yourself?" Heavy spoke softly without looking up from the dove.

The sudden noise slightly startled the other man, taking him out of his focused state. He considered the question for a moment before responding.

"Well, I just examine my own body in a similar way I do to you and the rest of our team. I also have the benefit of feeling firsthand any pain or symptoms that may not be measurable on another person."

Heavy nodded, now turning to look over at the doctor.

"I see, this makes sense." He paused briefly. "But isn't Doktor supposed to see other doctors as well?"

Medic turned his chair towards Heavy. He had one leg crossed over the other in his lap and was tapping a pen on his knee absentmindedly.

"Yes, this is true. However, I do not have the resources in our particular situation to accomplish that, so I make do." Medic responded, waving his hands about as he spoke and occasionally shifting his gaze between Heavy and the ceiling.

Heavy thoughtfully nodded again, but then his face morphed into a playful grin.

"Perhaps one of your colleagues here could be of assistance. I would be happy to help you, Doktor." he replied, flashing a coltish smirk and dramatically placing his hand on his chest.

Medic smiled and raised an eyebrow, proceeding to turn his chair back towards his work.

"Well, thank you, mein Freund, but you aren't exactly qualified to do such a task."

Heavy stood up from his chair, allowing Archimedes to fly off, and walked towards the smaller man, playful smile still present.

"Ah, but technically, you are not either, Doktor."

Medic barked a short laugh at that; he got him there. He shook his head, starting at his work again.

"You know what I mean, Heavy."

However, Heavy wasn't finished pestering him. Besides, his Doktor had been working for far too long now anyway, he aught to take a break. Heavy placed a hand on Medic's shoulder and spoke again.

"I could try at the very least, Doktor. Your health is important to me!"

"Ja, ja..."

Medic shook his head light-heartedly once more as he continued writing something on the paper in front of him.

"I mean it, Doktor!" No, he didn't. Well, he did care about Medic's wellbeing, but he wasn't actually worried. Heavy was confident in his lover's ability to take care of himself, at least in a medical sense. Heavy was happy to occasionally remind him to eat and sleep, though, due to how much time the man spent working.

"Heavy should help you, wouldn't want you to miss a broken rib or something!" Heavy joked, poking Medic's ribs for emphasis. Medic tensed up and jerked away from the touch, and even dropped his pen.

Heavy pulled his hand away quickly, his eyes full of concern and a bit of curiosity. Was the doctor actually hurt? Had Heavy not been gentle enough?

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I am sorry, I didn't mean to -"

He was cut off.

"No, no, Heavy. I'm fine, really. I just..."

Medic trailed off, searching hopelessly for words. He wouldn't dare turn and face the man beside him.

Heavy was still rather worried.

"If you are not hurt, then why did you react this way?"

He cautiously reached down to gently prod the doctor's ribs once more. Immediately, Medic pulled away, and surprisingly, he even let out a quiet yelp.

Heavy stood with his eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment before he suddenly understood. His smile returned. This time, however, it was infinitely more mischievous.

"Doktor." Heavy spoke in a calm and sweet tone.

Scheiße, Medic swore internally. He quickly looked for a way out of the situation before Heavy spoke again, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"You are ticklish, aren't you, Doktor?" Heavy's grin could be heard through every word.

Medic's face flushed and his eyes widened. He had somewhat known about this sensitivity of his from past experiences, but no one had ever triggered the reaction on purpose. Medic was close to very few people in his life, so the idea of Heavy or the other mercenaries founding out hadn't really occurred to him.

Heavy leaned over to look at him, bringing him back to reality, and Medic turned away, frozen in place. This reaction had likely given Heavy his answer, but Medic spoke up, still very much avoiding eye contact. A simple "No." was all he could manage through his bashful expression.

Heavy found this situation to be very endearing and decided to have some fun. "Hmm, I see." Heavy feigned a serious tone.

"Well, I should continue with your check-up then, дa?"

"Wh- what?" Medic sputtered.

Just a second later, he stood up abruptly and began to run across the room, giggling nervously. Heavy followed just behind him and chuckled as well.

Medic ducked and hid behind several cabinets and pieces of equipment, being as careful as he could not to crash into anything. Once Heavy had caught up to him, he picked up the smaller man and raised him into the air with ease. Medic squealed and kicked his legs a bit.

"Wait, wait, Heavy, please!" his voice was higher in pitch as he laughed in anticipation.

"What is wrong, Doktor?" Heavy said happily. "I just need to make sure that you are in good health."

Heavy began curling his fingers into the other's sides, careful as not to hurt him. Medic fought weakly, covering his mouth with one hand.

He attempted to speak, "This- this is ridiculous! Let-" he fell into a fit of laughter. "Let me go!"

Heavy laughed with him and began to tease him in a mock-serious tone once more.

"You seem to have many abnormalities, Doktor. Heavy thinks full examination is required!"

Medic's face was entirely red, down his neck and ears as well. He wasn't used to this kind of playful treatment. He certainly didn't mind it, though, to be honest.

Heavy sat down onto the nearby couch and laid Medic across his lap, continuing to tickle him. Heavy held Medic's hands out of the way easily with one arm, and began to scratch lightly around his ribs with the other. Medic howled with laughter and wiggled in place. Heavy thought he looked absolutely adorable and was thoroughly enjoying the unfiltered joy on his beloved Doktor's face.

Medic's hair was a mess, and his glasses were foggy and out of place. He was beautiful. Heavy paused his onslaught for a moment to remove the other man's glasses and place them safely on a table across from them. Then he pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Medic just laid still, panting with residual laughter. However, the break was short-lived.

"Hmm, what does this button do?" Heavy jested as he began prodding his finger into the other's belly button.

Medic practically screamed with laughter, "HEAVY, BITTE! HEAVY!" Although, he wasn't really sure what he was asking for. This whole experience was foreign to him, and while he would never admit it, he was honestly enjoying it.

Heavy just giggled along with him and continued scribbling his large hands all across his torso, rapidly alternating between spots. Heavy was an experienced tickle monster, what with being the older brother of three younger sisters.

When Medic began kicking his legs out, Heavy simply moved his hand down to squeeze his thighs and knees. This proved to be rather effective as Medic started to yell some gibberish through his laughter; it may have been German, but it was incomprehensible regardless.

Now it was time for a big finish.

Heavy adjusted his position a bit and pulled up Medic's shirt to reveal his stomach. The helpless, giggling Medic noticed this and began to push harder at Heavy's arm, still holding his own in place. But the tickling had weakened him, and he wasn't as strong as Heavy in normal circumstances, so naturally, he didn't move much.

Heavy looked Medic in the eyes with a wide smile before he leaned over to blow a long raspberry right in the middle of his belly. Medic practically melted in Heavy's lap. His laughter was nearly silent and there were tears streaming down his face. He looked so happy and carefree that the larger man almost wished he had a camera.

Heavy pulled his shirt back down and rubbed affectionately on the area. Medic's breathing began to slow down, a few giggles still slipping out occasionally. Heavy moved his arms and sat the doctor up on his lap. He held the other's back comfortingly and rubbed his hands soothingly as he calmed down.

Heavy worried he had gone a bit overboard; he knew Medic was a strong man, but Heavy would never want to make him uncomfortable.

"Did I go too far?" he asked meekly.

Medic opened his eyes to look at the other man, the smile never leaving his face.

"No, it's okay, mein Schatz," he reassured, "I think I needed that. Although now I am rather worn out."

He looked over at his desk thoughtfully, though it was rather blurry without his glasses.

"Perhaps we can lay here for a while then?"

Medic looked back at him and sighed. As usual, Medic felt he should be working, but his current exhaustion and the utter cosiness of the Russian bear before him convinced him otherwise. So he nodded at Heavy and adjusted his position on top of him. Heavy was pleased as he lay back across the couch, extending his arms as an offer to hold the other. Medic complied, laying his head down against Heavy's chest. He could hear the sound of his augmented heart beating softly; Medic found it to be comforting.

Heavy chuckled softly, and Medic could feel the vibrations underneath him.

"I had no idea you were so ticklish." he taunted.

Medic furrowed his eyebrows, attempting (and failing) to look stern.

"Oh, please. It's a very common defence mechanism rooted in protection against vulnerable areas of the body."

"Is cute." Heavy stated simply.

Medic just huffed at that, but his peaceful state was unwavering. They felt warm and safe cuddled up in eachothers arms like this, and within minutes, they had fallen asleep.

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franklyshipping · 1 month

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The Measure Of A Hero ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic (Sequel to Tickle-Hungry)

HEYO! Time for another delightful anon prompt featuring Silver and Bim, and this one counts as an unofficial sequel to Tickle-Hungry! So let's see what they get up to this time! LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @bimlee-trimmer @bim-trimler and @silvlee-shepherd

It had been a little while since that fateful day. The day when Bim Trimmer and Silver Shepherd confessed their feelings for each other, all thanks to tummy nibbles. The vivacious presenter and bright hero had swiftly become one of the most marvellous power couples in the ego manor. Everyone thought they were utterly adorable, especially Bim and Silver themselves! They doted on each other; Silver was always in the audience whenever Bim was filming something new, praises at the ready, whilst Bim was always on hand to pamper Silver and get him treats after the hero’s long days and nights patrolling. The two of them, with their love languages of words of affirmation and acts of service, were just a wondrous match, proved by what Bim was doing for Silver today.

Silver had had the same super suit ever since he manifested into reality, and to be honest it was pretty flimsy, but thanks to him being so adept and agile he rarely messed up in a way that a needle and thread couldn’t fix. That is until a few days ago, when he was reaching to a high tree branch during a cat rescue and his suit split all the way down the back. Silver came home with a continent-sized pout, and as soon as Bim learned what happened he began his own special mission. He was going to make Silver a new suit himself, from scratch, and it was going to be fabulous!

They were stood in Bim’s room, and Silver was so bashful as Bim got out his measuring tape, some fabric swatches, stitching patterns, a journal with potential logo ideas – basically a whole entire portfolio which Bim was calling “just some little ideas”. Just when Silver thought he couldn’t adore Bim anymore, he pulled something like this! Thoughtful and selfless to the core.

‘Alright then, time I took some measurements. Suit off please darling.’

Bim remarked, his fingers playing with the tape measure as he grinned cheekily as Silver. Silver, of course, blushed – Bim loved how easy it was to make those heroic cheeks warm up, he couldn’t help but be flirty or teasy any chance he got. He watched as Silver got the tattered suit off, leaving him in his underclothes, a casual top and leggings, and Bim’s grin widened.

‘Ooh cute leggings, very well fitting–‘

‘Shush!’

‘Aww why? It’s not like there’s anyone else here.’

Silver gaped at Bim cutely, still often caught off guard by his utter audacity. He giggled when Bim gave him a little kiss.

‘It’s still flustery!’

‘It is?’

‘Yes!’

Bim snickered, and decided to tickle softly under Silver’s chin.

‘Oh I love how easy to tease you are.’

‘Sh-Shut up…’

Silver gave him a mock pout, which Bim naturally banished with another little kiss. Bim proceeded to sit down on a little stool, put a notepad on his knee, and started measuring. He started with his ankles – though Silver’s suit was beyond repair, his boots were immaculate, so the new suit had to have the same ankle seals as the old one. Then he took some measurements of his calves, all easy enough, with no drama to be found whatsoever. That is, until the tape measure slid up to wrap around one of Silver’s thighs. The hero squeaked lightly as his leg twitched, and Bim gave him a knowing grin.

‘Keep still, I have to get this right sweetie.’

‘I-I know!’

Silver retorted cutely, the apples of his cheeks going pink as he tried to ignore how the sliding of the tape measure really tickled him. Seeing this… Bim just couldn’t help but have a little fun. He subtly played around and fiddled with the tape around his thigh, so he could give the ticklish area some little traces and tweaks. Watching Silver trying to keep still, and hold in his giggles, was adorable – but he couldn’t do it forever. After about a minute he finally spluttered.

‘B-Bihihim stahahappit!’

‘Sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist!’

Bim replied to Silver’s giggly splutter, and he winked at Silver playfully before he bowed his head to note down the next figure. Silver pursed his lips down at Bim cutely… and in a moment of impulsiveness, he reached down and mussed up Bim’s perfectly styled hair. As soon as he felt it, Bim gasped dramatically. His hair, it’s style, sleekness, was his damn pride and joy! He gaped at Silver, who was giggling at his reaction, with an incredulous smile.

‘How DARE you!’

‘You started it!’

‘Oh it’s like that is it?’

‘Yehes!’

Silver’s tongue was poking out through his teeth as he grinned… well, Bim certainly wasn’t going to have that! His indignant expression turned to one of deviousness, and before Silver could react Bim had wrapped his arms around Silver’s thighs and was tickling the absolute hell out of them! Not just scratching at his thighs but sneaking pokes to his hips, and teasy pinches to the backs of his knees. Silver almost buckled, bending double as he burst out laughing and tried to hop away.

‘AHHH! Nonononohohoho nahahat fahahair!’

Silver babbled, unable to escape Bim’s tickle hug as his legs tingled from all the tickling, and he thought he might topple at any moment! Bim smirked up at him and teased.

‘You know what happens when you mess with my hair! I can’t just not punish you…’

Silver was a mess of giggles and yelps as Bim continued his playful onslaught, his heart melting at all of Silver’s endearing reactions. He kept at it for a fair amount of time too, long enough for Silver to start snorting as he exclaimed.

‘Ihihihi’m sahahaharry! Ihihihi’ll fihix yohour hahair!’

‘Oh yeah? You promise not to tousle it even more?’

‘Yehehehes!’

Bim chuckled, then had mercy on him. He grinned as Silver panted, catching his breath with an embarrassed flush on his face. Then, just when Bim thought he couldn’t melt any more, Silver fixed his hair. The hero’s fingers carded through it softly, just barely grazing his scalp as he patiently got it back in its stylish place. Bim let out a purr, slumping a little as he and Silver shared a loving look. Bim was also struck by Silver’s flushed, beaming post-tickle state. He was so pretty.

When Silver finished with Bim’s hair, the movement of his arms caught the presenter’s eye – well, more accurately the way Silver’s biceps were subtly flexing make Bim’s heart flutter. He also remembered he still had a few measurements to do! He got to his feet and brandished the tape measure playfully.

‘I think I definitely need to measure those lovely muscles of yours.’

Silver laughed, seeing where Bim was looking, and he gave him a cheeky flex as he replied.

‘Well, if you insist.’

‘Oh I really do.’

Silver snorted and rolled his eyes fondly. Bim had him relax his muscles so he could do a proper measurement, but also measured them when they were flexed so he knew just how much elasticity the new suit’s material would need to have. Though, measuring Silver’s biceps didn’t come without a few giggles – mainly because Bim couldn’t help but tease the end of his fabric tape measure in Silver’s armpit to make him yelp (and subsequently allow Bim to “sadly” have to re-measure). Bim even did it when he was measuring his chest, having to bite back a grin as he teased.

‘Honey, what did I say about keeping still?’

‘S-Sohorry I-EEK!’

Silver flinched with yet another squeal when he felt yet another “accidental” swipe in one of his exposed hollows. Of course the hero knew it was all on purpose, but he loved the game far too much to call it out! He blushed and smiled as Bim sighed and playfully tutting at him, going in for a re-measure.

‘Honestly, you’re lucky the villains you fight don’t know about how sensitive you are! Imagine them defeating you with one little finger in your armpit.’

Silver gaped and went bright red at his comment, his brain immediately imagining the scenario in his head and bringing out a flood of spluttery giggles.

‘D-Dohon’t sahahay stuhuff lihike thahat!’

‘Aww, is my tough guy getting embarrassed again?’

‘Y-Yes yohou meheheanie!’

Bim laughed, noting down the next measurement before he leaned in and gave Silver a little kiss – a kiss which gave him an excuse to whisper nice and close.

‘Thank you for indulging me today… all I’ve been able to think about is giving you tickles…’

Silver’s blush was coating his ears and neck by this point – Silver was still awed by how Bim could so easily remark on his ler moods aloud, whereas when he was in a lee mood eye contact was even a struggle! He rubbed away the tingles in his underarms as he smiled bashfully and stuttered.

‘I-It’s okay… I… I was also… u-um…’

Bim grinned fondly at Silver trying to admit his want for tickles. He kissed his cheek gently, stroking through his hair as he murmured.

‘I know… speaking of which, are you ready for me to tickle–ahem, sorry, tackle the final little measurement?’

Bim glanced down to Silver’s middle, aka Silver Shepherd’s most notorious area of ticklishness. Silver blushed and nodded with a shy, yet clearly giddy, smile. Bim rolled up Silver’s top and slowly slid the tape around his waist… and not even a second after it teased his skin, Silver jumped away with an explosion of giggles!

‘Wahahait wahahait! Ihihi wahahasn’t reheady!’

Bim laughed with a bright grin, covering his mouth with his hand.

‘Oh my God honey–‘

‘Shuhush dohohon’t lahaugh!’

‘Sohorry, sorry… do you want to do this sitting down?’

‘Noho I can do ihit!’

Silver retorted with a cute pout on his face as Bim snickered. Silver took a few adorable deep breaths, before coming back over and clearing his throat.

‘O-Okay okay do it…’

Bim grinned, and delighted in sliding the tape measure around Silver’s waist once more, letting it tease the creases of his hips and just below his bellybutton. Silver didn’t jump away this time, but instead covered his face as he snorted and burst into giggles.

‘My my, what a giggly client I have. Now let’s see– oh oops!’

Bim gasped, and Silver watched him “accidentally” drop the tape on the floor – Silver let out a giggly whine as Bim picked it up, but the hero couldn’t help but love how Bim was torturing him a little. Bim smirked, holding up the tape playfully again.

‘Let’s try that again shall we?’

He slid it round Silver once more, coaxing out a squeal as he used all his willpower to keep himself still. His giggle fit had him trembling, and Bim had to hold back his own laughter – Silver’s incredible sensitivity never ceased to amaze him, it was one of the many things that kept him falling head over heels for him over and over again. Bim deliberately shifted the tape around, giving little squeezes now and then in which drew out more cute snorts.

‘Ohohoho my gohohohod huhuhurry uhuhuhup!’

‘Now now, a true craftsman cannot rush.’

Bim retorted teasingly, and Silver whined as he peeked through his fingers at Bim – his chocolate brown eyes were bright and watery as he replied.

‘Pleheheheheeeease!’

Yep. Bim Trimmer was, once again, absolutely head over heels. He had mercy, stowing the tape in his pocket as he noted down the final measurement. Silver gasped and took a deep breath, lowering his hands from his face… only for Bim to lean in and deliver a sneaky kiss to his bellybutton at the last second!

‘AHH– B-BIHIHIM!’

Silver shrieked and flailed, immediately covering his tummy as Bim laughed warmly. He came over and opened his arms to him.

‘I’m sorry I had to, you’re too cute when I kiss your button.’

Silver was pretty certain his blush was going to be permanent feature after all this! He rolled his t-shirt down with a bashful smile, and buried his face in Bim’s chest with a giggle as they hugged. Bim rubbed Silver’s back, and smirked when the hero mumbled.

‘You’re lucky I love you…’

‘Oh believe me, I know just how lucky I am.’

Silver giggled again, and let out a sigh when Bim cupped his face and kissed him warmly, before pinching his cheek softly.

‘Now then, how about we get waffles and design the greatest superhero suit to ever grace the multiverse?’

Silver beamed, and Bim laughed when he gave him and excited kiss and tugged at his hand happily.

‘Heck yeah!’

Bim grinned, letting Silver yank him out of the room as flutters and warmth flooded both their hearts. It’s easy to rate things, measure things, assign value to the things in your life, including your own value sometimes. That’s the perfect thing about love. It is, and always will be, immeasurable.

AHH HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DID! WOO LUV YOUS!!

#markiplier #markiplier egos #bim trimmer #bim #silver shepherd #silver #sfw #prompt #romantic #ego fic #ego fanfic #tword fic #tword fanfic #tword #twords #twording #twordish #luv these lovey bois

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gelo00 · 19 days

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Do lees even fuck with a guy who dabbles in a lil bit of shower tickles? (Come my way)

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jungkookslipring · 5 months

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Heyy can I request a lee seungmin ler skz fic plsss. I'm a huge fan of your works!! They always manage to draw me in and I feel like I'm right there with the characters!! Love you!!!💖💖💖

Seungmin is our favorite Comedian

AHHHHH you're so sweet thank you!! plz enjoy!

Lee! Seungmin

Ler! SKZ

Seungmin woke up and chose ✨violence✨. The boys were in another interview where they were filming a Besties on Besties video for Seventeen. Seungmin came for everyone and their mamas in this interview, leaving everyone laughing.

“Bang Chan is so old”

“Changbin is so good at nothing”

“Hyunjin loves Felix”

Respectfully everyone started coming at each other’s throats and continued making everyone belly laugh, but Seungmin seemed to have the most comebacks.

‘this kids gonna get it,’ thought Bang Chan. And get it he did.

They all decided to hang out in the vocal/dance racha dorm after a long day of interviews, revenge on Bang Chan and Changbin’s mind once everyone’s shoes were off.

“Yah! Kim Seungmin!” shouted Changbin as Seungmin made a b-line towards the hallway. Changbin caught up to him and threw the vocalist over his shoulder, already giggling at what was to come.

“Leave me hehe alone!” Seungmin giggled nervously as Changbin threw him on the couch.

“This is for saying I’m good at nothing!” Changbin squawked but with a huge smirk as he dug his fingers into Seungmin’s sides, already making the younger one cackle.

“I was kiddihehehehehehehe!” He batted off Changbin’s hands as much as he could before the leader had an idea.

“Changbin-ah, hold him down for me, the old man wants to get in on this,” he joked as Changbin immediately did what he was told and grabbed a hold of Seungmin, pulling him onto his lap and pulling his arms behind his back.

“This isn’t fairhahahahaha!”

“Life’s not fair bubs!” Bang Chan said as he poked and prodded Seungmin’s tummy, the younger one kicking out his feet. He felt so weak and so exposed not being able to fight back as Bang Chan went to work on his tummy. He was so adorable so it was impossible to stop.

“Me next!” Hyunjin jumped towards them with Felix right on his side.

“me too!” Said the younger Aussie.

“go right ahead!” Bang Chan laughed as the two dug their fingers into his sides and knees. This made Seungmin go nuts as two ticklish spots on his body were attacked.

“NAHAHAHAHAAHA WHYYYYHAHAHAHAHA!” He screeched as Hyunjin massaged his legs and Felix rapidly squeezed his sides. Seungmin was such a ticklish boy and everyone was cooing at his reaction. After a while they made space for Han to shove his hands right under his underarms. Seungmin’s laugh almost went silent.

“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HANAAAHHHAHAHAHA!” He screamed. He knew it would’ve tickled a lot worse if his arms were stretched out but this position was no better considering Han’s fingers were pretty much stuck in his hollows.

“this is for the reading comment!” He joked as he continued wiggling his fingers.

“I DIDN'T MAHAHAKE THAT COMMENT HAHAHAHAHAHA CHANGBIN HYUNG DIHIHIHIHID!” He exclaimed as he shook his head like a mad man.

“I know but you still laughed Minnie!!” Han laughed along with him as Seungmin’s head fell forward resting on Han’s shoulder as squeaky laughter filled the room.

“Awwww so cute!” Han sang out. Not too long after while Han kept up with his attack, IN had joined and started tickling his neck. Seungmin tried scrunching up his shoulders but Changbin had a death grip on his arms so he was hardly able to move, only able to laugh at the sensations on his neck and pits. Changbin on occasion would hold onto Seungmin with one hand and sneak in a few wiggles to his sides or scratch at his ribs, causing Seungmin to jolt every few minutes while Han kept his attack consistent. Last but certainly not least, Lee Know. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to realize everyone was tickling him simply because Chan and Changbin were, but Lee Know was extremely skilled and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“My turn!” Lee Know sang happily as he switched places with Han. Seungmin shook his head with the biggest smile on his face. Poor thing couldn’t stop giggling.

“Nononohohoho you’re bahahahad,” Seungmin giggled when Lee Know kneeled before him.

“You ready, Minnie?” Lee Know asked with the sweetest but most devious smile. Seungmin kept giggling out of nervousness.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lee Know said right before quickly sticking his hands up Seungmin’s shirt and latching onto his top ribs, eliciting a scream from Seungmin.

“LEE KNOW HYUNHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the poor boy screeched and bucked as much as he could but Changbin held him down. Lee Know was laughing along with him as his fingers drilled in between his top rib and armpit, easily tiring out Seungmin.

“YOURE SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD *hic* HYUNHIEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *hic* IT TICKLES TO MUHUHUHUHCH *hic* I CAHAHAHAHANT *hic* OKAYAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE” screeched Seungmin before he completely stopped fighting it, letting his body go limp and laughing his ass off. Lee Know was no monster so he slowed down his tickles and rubbed his hand over Seungmin’s bare tummy, attempting to rid the ghost tickles that were probably lingering. Changbin let go of his arms that fell to his sides, sleepy giggles leaving his lips.

“that was the cutest shit ever,” Lee Know said patting Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin fell forward and wrapped his arms around Lee Know who was still sitting on his legs.

“tired..” Seungmin mumbled. Lee Know chuckled and wrapped his arms around his sleepy dongsaeng.

“yeah I think that’s our cue to hit the hay, we’ve had a long day, yeah?” Bang Chan said as he went to grab his shoes. Seungmin made a noise of protest and quietly asked everyone to stay. this kid was too fucking cute.

“okay Minnie we’ll go change first then we’ll come back okay?” Bang Chan said walking up to the three on the couch, planting a kiss on Minnie’s head.

“Bin, do you want me to grab you clothes?” Bang Chan asked as Han and Hyunjin went to put their shoes on. The rapper seemed to be preoccupied with a sleepy pup on his lap.

“yes please, thanks Hyung,” he said scratching his fingers up and down Seungmin’s back in a soothing manner. It didn’t take long for the guys to grab their clothes, because less than an hour later everyone was in an old fashioned SKZ pile in the middle of the living room, basking in the warmth of each other.

Let me know if you like it! my DMs are always open if you have requests!

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squeelsposts · 3 months

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Sometimes I just want to smother my Lee in soft tickles not in a sexual way but in more of a “I feel safe with you” way. I feel safe enough to be silly with you.

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickletorture #tickle fluff #tickle community #tword content #tword thoughts #tickle fic #tword blog #tickle blog #tword post #tword fic

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gyuusauce · 5 months

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Stray Kids - Diet

Pairing: Lee!Felix X Ler!Hyunjin

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!

Over the past two weeks, Hyunjin couldn’t help but worry about his best friend, Felix. He hasn’t been eating as much as he used to and sometimes even skipped meals. This was not common for Felix to do so it really worried the older bandmate. He decided he was gonna go check on Lix after his dance practice sessions to see what the problem was.

It was now night time and Hyunjin finished up the last choreo for his daily dance practices. He took a gulp of cold water to cool down then shortly made his way to go see Felix. He walked up to the door of the older member’s room and knocked gently. “Lix, it’s Hyunjin,, can I come in?” he asked. “Sure, come in” said Felix’s voice from the other side of the door. Hyunjin pushed open the door and walked up to his bandmate who was sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media on his laptop. Hyunjin took a seat next to him and spoke up “hey, can I talk to you about something if you don’t mind?” he asked Lix, his voice soft and caring. Felix closed his laptop and set it on his nightstand. He nodded his head, waiting to hear what Hyunjin had to say.

“So Felix, I’ve been noticing lately that you’ve been eating less and skipping meals and I’m just worried about you. Is everything alright? You know me and the other members are always here to listen.” Hyunjin explained, a hint of worry now in his voice. Felix looked down and took a deep breath. He looked like he was almost about to cry but then quickly got himself together and opened his mouth. “The fans on my lives have been recently telling me I should eat less cuz I’m gaining weight so I started to diet…” he explained to the older. It was clear that it was bothering him. Hyunjin’s heart sank at his friend’s words. “Ohh Felix..” he said. “Don’t listen to those people. They are not “fans” but just bullies who like to bring people down. You’re perfect the way you are! Eat what you want, Lixie” Hyunjin’s tone was full of love as he spoke to the younger. He really cared about his friend and wanted him to be happy always.

Felix looked up at Hyunjin with a soft smile. “Thanks, Hyun, you always know how to make me feel better” he said, leaning in to hug his friend. Hyunjin smiled and hugged him back. “Anything for you, Lix” They stayed in eachother’s embrace for a moment until Felix suddenly pulled away. “Hey Hyun,, you know what would make me feel even better?” he said to the older as his cheeks went pink. “What’s that, Lix?” Hyunjin replied. Felix blushed even more before saying in a low tone “I’d like it if you could..you know..make me laugh a bit” the shy boy explained as he wiggled his fingers, signaling what he wanted. Hyunjin’s blank expression quickly turned into a smirk. “Ahh, so you want me to tickle you?” he responded. Felix nodded, clearly embarrassed to ask his friend for tickles.

Hyunjin motioned for his bandmate to lay down and get himself comfortable. Felix rested his head on the pillows beneath him and laid down on his back. Hyunjin started to pull up Felix’s hoodie, revealing the soft skin of his tummy underneath. Lix got shy and put his hands up to his face, unable to watch. “Let’s start with your tummy, Lixie” the older said, reaching his hand out to his friend’s stomach. He gently scribbled all five fingers over Felix’s tummy, occasionally sneaking in a playful squeeze to his side or hip. The younger wriggled and giggled under Hyunjin’s touch. “Ahahaha!! Hyuniehehehee!!” Felix’s adorable giggles brought the biggest smile to his bandmate’s face. He loved seeing his beloved friend so carefree and happy. It was even better since he was the reason for his happiness in this moment.

“Are you enjoying your tickles, Lixie?” Hyunjin teased, causing Felix to blush. The older lightly wiggled a finger in Lix’s navel. “YAHAHAHA!! not there, Hyun!!” he squeaked. Hyunjin couldn’t help but tease his friend some more “Aww, does Lix have a ticklish belly button?” he cooed. Felix covered his face in embarrassment but he secretly was loving the attention. He continued to explore the other member’s midriff with his fingers before giving him a little break.

Felix pouted, wondering why Hyunjin stopped tickling him. He was about to say something but quickly stopped because of what happened next. Hyunjin started blowing a series of gentle raspberries all over Felix’s sensitive skin, causing him to squeal and throw his head back into the pillows. “AHHH HYUNJIHIHIHIN NOHOHOHO!!” Lix shouted through loud laughter. Hyunjin let out a giggle. He lifted his head from Felix’s soft stomach and said “Oh come on, Felix. You know you love it when I do this!” the younger’s cheeks went red “shuhuhuhut up!!” he replied while still giggling uncontrollably. Hyunjin decided to end the tickle time with a raspberry directly onto Felix’s belly button. “YAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” he shrieked. The younger rolled onto his stomach to get away from Hyunjin’s tickly lips.

Felix rolled back onto his back and laid there trying to catch his breath. “hehe…that tickled a lot” he said as he covered his stomach with his arms. Hyunjin smiled down at his cute friend, glad to have made him feel better. “Glad you liked it, Lix” he responded. After a while of chatting, Felix soon fell asleep, his blanket half on half off of him. The older got up off the bed and left, letting his bandmate rest for the night. Sometimes all it takes is a quick talk and a little bit of tickles to cheer up your closest friends.

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bunnyy-123 · 1 month

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I need more obey me and love and deepspace tk fics 😁

#I feel like I’ve read all of them #rip #love and deepspace #obey me #obey me tickles #tword community #tword fic

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myreygn · 5 months

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All's well that ends well

summary: Bachira is on a pranking rampage and Chigiri is collateral damage. That wouldn't be such a big deal if the day couldn't have gotten any worse already, but luckily Kunigami is there to get everything back on track.

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @giggly-squiggily AGAIN HERE IS YOUR BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT! i'm hitting myself hard for not getting this out sooner but it's here now and i hope you like it! stay wonderful and next year i'll try the whole being on time things again <3

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Practice was going great. At least Kunigami kept telling himself that over and over again, although believing it got harder with every missed pass, every flunked goal shot and every frustrated groan behind his back. They were all kinda off today and if it had just been that, he wouldn’t have minded as much. Of course having a bad day was annoying, especially when it seemed to be contagious to everyone else as well, but bad days were normal and they could easily be fixed by a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.

However, it wasn’t just a bad day. In fact, Bachira was having a great day. Apparently their dribbler had had a clown for breakfast and it showed; so far he had swapped Igarashi’s clothes with Iemon’s, put toothpaste under the door knob for Naruhaya to grab into, changed Gagamaru’s alarm to a death metal version of Baby Shark, and tied Raichi’s shoelaces together, twice. He was on a roll and while everyone was certainly on their toes, Bachira had yet to go on their very last nerve. Emphasis on yet.

A startled yelp caught his attention and Kunigami didn’t even bother watching as the ball flew past the goal, turning around instead. Chigiri held a bottle in his hand, the front of his shirt and his chin drenched in water. Looking a little closer, Kunigami saw that the lid had been unscrewed. Their resident team princess was apparently the newest victim of Bachira’s prank spree and he was not having it. Oh yeah, practice was going amazing.

“What the hell, Bachira!”

“Sorry, sorry! I thought this was Isagi’s!” In Bachira’s defense, he did seem shocked. Kunigami didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth; Chigiri’s day had started off badly enough with his hair do loosening every ten minutes and after he had literally tripped over his own feet during warm up, face planting into the field at full speed, the team had unanimously decided to just leave him alone for the time being. And Bachira would never purposefully make a bad day worse, they all knew that. Unfortunately, Chigiri seemed to have forgotten about that in his annoyance.

“Amazing, thanks, that’ll definitely dry my clothes.”

“I know it won’t, I just-”

“You just wanted to test my patience, I get it! Because my day went so great up until now!”

“Chichi, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah well, you did! And don’t call me that!” The redhead’s glare made Kunigami go weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at him. “If you stopped playing these stupid pranks, shit like this wouldn’t happen! You’re not funny, just cut the crap already!”

“Woah, hey!” Isagi took a step forward as if to shield Bachira. “Chigiri-”, but Chigiri had already grabbed his things and stormed off.

The silence in the hall dragged on for an uncomfortable five seconds before Gagamaru softly cleared his throat. “Let’s call it a day. Bachira, do you, uh…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but the dribbler turned away before any of them could comment on his quivering lip. “Sorry, I’ll just… I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit. Sorry, really.”

With that he was out the door and the rest of the team exchanged glances, then Isagi nodded slightly and quickly got up to go after Bachira. Iemon jumped upright as well, shooing his teammates away. “Alright, go and hit the showers, you reek!” The boys gathered their things and upon one last exchange of glances, Kunigami slipped out of the room to go and look for Chigiri.

—

He found the princess in the recording room, sitting in the corner that was the farthest away from the door, curled up with his head buried in his arms and just seeming overall miserable. On second glance, Kunigami noticed his shoulders shaking ever so slightly and he even caught a sniffle. Alright, approach with caution.

“Hey.” He quietly closed the door after himself, making the screens’ bluish shine the only source of light in the room, and carefully stepped closer. “Is this seat taken?”

Nothing, not even a huff of reluctant amusement and Kunigami felt himself deflate a little. Dumb jokes like this usually made Chigiri downright cackle, he had to be really upset if he wasn’t even gonna acknowledge it. Still, he also showed no signs of wanting to be left alone, so Kunigami sat down next to him, not touching him yet. “So… that was not excellent.”

No answer. The hero frantically tried to think of something to say that would get through to his friend when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but… “Are you in pain?”

A shivery breath was the only response he got, but he wasn’t just gonna drop this. Kunigami sat up straighter and put his hand on Chigiri’s which had tightened its grip on his bad knee. “Hey, Chigiri, look at me. If you’re in pain, you need to tell me.”

The most anxiety-inducing three seconds of his life later, the smaller boy finally lifted his head and relaxed his hand a little. “I’m not hurt.” Despite the tear stains on his face, Kunigami felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then Chigiri looked down again. “I was just scared I would be.”

Kunigami felt his heart clench a little at the quietness of his voice, but at least he was talking to him now. “What do you mean?”

“I was scared it’d start to hurt after I fell.” The redhead wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Kunigami couldn’t help but feel a little good at Chigiri letting his guard down around him like that. “My knee is fine, I just… the entire time I kept thinking ‘What if it isn’t?’ and I got really anxious and I guess I kinda…”

Chigiri let the sentence trail off to silence and Kunigami nodded slightly. “You were tense and the thing with the water bottle was just the last drop.” That got him a quiet huff - still well below the average reaction, but he wasn’t gonna complain. A win was a win, however small. Next step. “That wasn’t okay, you realize that, right? I mean, I get it, but Bachira didn’t target you on purpose. And I think what you said really took a toll on him.”

Chigiri’s expression morphed into some kind of mortified guilt and Kunigami quickly put an arm around him, pulling him a little closer in the process. God, he was tense. “Isagi went after him, don’t worry. You obviously feel awful about this, I didn’t mean to make it worse, sorry. Just go apologize, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, drying the last remaining tears. “I wanted to do that anyway… I wanted to take back everything as soon as I left, but then I had to cry and I went here to calm down, but then it just got worse being all alone, and… thank you for coming, really.”

Kunigami smiled, softly caressing his teammate’s back. “Anytime, princess.”

“Shut up.” Chigiri flashed him a weak smile and sat up straight, stretching his arms. “Guess I should go apologize.”

“Oh no, not yet.”

“Huh? Why d- ehehehehey!”

Kunigami’s smile turned into a smirk at the way Chigiri immediately curled into himself as soon as he felt the fingers on his ribs, pressing his arms to his side and trying in vain to get away, but the taller boy just wrapped his free arm around him and pulled him back, not stopping the soft tickling of his ribs for even a moment. “You wanted to calm down first, didn’t you? You’re still as stiff as a poker, I can’t let you face Bachira like that.”

“Whahahahat dohohoes thahahahat hahahave toho dohoho wihihith tihihicklihihing mehehehe- aehehehe heheheherohoho!”

“Yes, princess?” He wormed his fingers under Chigiri’s arm and almost let out a giggle himself at the squeal that got him. He was careful not to be too rough however; he wanted Chigiri to relax, not perish. “Something the matter?”

“Yohohohou’re ahahaha jeheheherk, thahahahat’s the mahahahatter!”

“Tsk.” Kunigami gripped him a bit tighter and softly grazed a single finger over his knee, causing Chigiri to shriek and kick out. “I come here to cheer you up and this is the thanks I get? Such disrespect?”

“Kuhuhuhunihi, nahahaht thehehehe! Ihihihit tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuhuch!”

“That’s because you’re too ticklish, my lady.” Another soft scratch to the knee and Chigiri threw his head back, full on cackling now. “I’m barely touching you.”

“AEHEHE- heheherohoho, plehehehease!”

“Alright, alright.” Kunigami chuckled softly and released his teammate, softly wiping a laughing tear away with his thumb and caressing his back to help through the after-giggles. The tension had faded. Mission accomplished. “You good?”

“Yeheah… mahan, you suck.” Chigiri shook his head with a smile, then grabbed Kunigami’s extended hand to stand up with him. “Thanks again.”

“Of course. Now come on, let’s go. Make everything right again.”

—

Making everything right again was often a task easier said than done.

When they entered the room, Kunigami’s gaze immediately fell on Bachira’s futon. The dribbler said there with his legs crossed, slumped over and fiddling with his hands, not even looking up when the door opened. The ginger felt Chigiri tense next to him and he gently squeezed his hand, mouthing ‘You can do this’ at him when he was met with an anxious glance.

Chigiri took a deep breath and walked over to his friend slowly, then kneeled down in front of him on the floor. “Bachira? Can I talk to you?”

The dribbler looked up and expectantly examined the redhead, but he didn’t say a word. Kunigami felt himself grow slightly anxious now as well and he looked over to Isagi who was… smiling softly? Seeming relaxed? Curious. The ginger decided to just let things progress.

Chigiri didn’t catch the ease with which Isagi watched the scene. He was entirely focused on Bachira when he nervously grasped onto his shirt and began to speak. “I’m really sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, I was just… I was feeling stressed and scared because of the fall and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, especially when you didn’t do it on purpose, which, I- I know you didn’t, I shouldn’t have accused you of that, that was a shitty thing to do. Everything I did was shitty, I’m really really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Bachira tilted his head and just sat there for a few seconds, then a smile began tugging at his lips. “You’re lovely, thank you.” He put a hand on Chigiri’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry for getting you caught in the crossfire, I might’ve gone a little overboard with all the pranks today. Forgive me too?”

“Of course!”

Kunigami smiled softly when Bachira pulled Chigiri in for a hug and the redhead relaxed visibly. A look over to Isagi however showed him a mischievous little smirk on his lips and a realization dawned on him. This was still Bachira. Before he could warn Chigiri, the dribbler began speaking again.

“There’s one last thing though…”

Confusion showed itself on Chigiri’s face. “What thing?”

“Revenge.”

“What are you- wait, waitwaitwait, not agahahAHAHAHAIN-”

“Again? So Kunigami got his turn already?” Bachira grinned and grabbed Chigiri’s wrist, pulling it to the side for better access to his armpit. “Then it would be unfair to deny me mine, don’t you think, Chichi?”

Kunigami couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly and he turned away to make himself comfortable on his futon. All’s well that ends well, he could let this go on for a little longer.

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“twenty minutes.”

“hm?”

“twenty minutes, lance.”

“and?”

and? and keith was beginning to lose his patience. and their food was beginning to get cold, which doesn’t sit right with the warrior in the slightest because the egg rolls from the old mom-and-pop shop down the street tasted the best when they were piping hot. unfortunately for keith, they were, in fact, growing colder by each second that his boyfriend usurped from dinner in order to continue slathering his face with… whatever that stuff is. it smells good, at the very least, but that doesn’t account for the hunger that plagues him.

“and i’m starving. you always get fussy if i start eating our food without you, but then you take a million years to do something as simple as washing your face.”

lance huffs, annoyance clouding his expression ( which keith is almost surprised he can detect considering the new mask that lance pasted on ) as he switches his attention to the oil and lotion combination he utilizes for his body.

“it takes time to look and feel this good! don’t be dramatic just because you can’t appreciate proper skin and self care, babe.” lance lifts one of his legs to stroke the concoction along his skin, making certain to get every inch before he shifts to the other leg. keith observes him for all of thirty seconds, features painted with slight apathy as one of his hands reaches out to slowly grab an eggroll, because if he has to wait any longer for his boyfriend to finish this ridiculously religious routine he has, keith’s obviously going to waste away into nothing.

lance catches him in the act however and swats at his shoulder in protest. a resounding groan seeps from the swordsman, but an angry lance is a lance he doesn’t want to deal with, so he sets the now lukewarm eggroll back into its spot with the others. he almost pouts truly, thinking about how they’re going to have to microwave the food now, and it just never tastes the same when you do that.

“are you done now?” keith inquires at the next five minute mark, his stomach growling its ravenous wrath as lance washes off the clay on his face & neck.

“your stomach sounds like a wild animal.” is the brunet’s response, a little chuckle in his tone, patting his face dry with a small towel.

“damn, i wonder why that could be.” the sarcasm drips from his words like a leaky faucet, amethyst eyes rolling so hard he nearly gets a headache from it.

“oh, hush, i’m done already, alright? let’s just warm up the food so we can eat.” lance takes it upon himself to perform that action, considering he’s the reason why their dinner became cold in the first place.

keith can appreciate that, watching as lance walks away to the open kitchen, donned in nothing but his robe and pajama pants underneath, food in hand. curiosity settles in the forefront of his mind, because lance always makes such a big deal about his skin care routine, and keith can’t help but ponder if the results of it are that good. now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t ever pay much attention to the difference between lance before the act and lance after it.

his thoughts are interrupted by the smell of renewed food, and even though its not going to taste as fresh as it would have had they eaten it earlier, keith’s hunger is strong enough that anything designated as a human grade consumable would have been good enough for him. once their dinner is set back on the table in front of them, lance turns on a bluetooth speaker he keeps on the counter for background music, to play songs from a playlist that he’s so appropriately named “dinner time.”

“ya’ have a playlist for literally everything you do, is that normal?” keith quips with a small, half-cocked smile, already having devoured two out of his four egg rolls.

“yes, it’s normal. people have background music going for all sorts of activities. you’re just a weirdo who likes to sit in silence. i’m showing you the beauty of dual stimulation.”

keith’s brow raises, his smile sharpening into a bit of smirk. “dual stimulation? did’ja learn those words from pidge?”

lance’s own brow twitches, pointing his fork towards his boyfriend and accidentally flinging some rice in his direction. “first of all, i KNOW big words, alright? pidge doesn’t know everything! i know things. i know tons of things!”

keith nearly chokes on his rice when a laugh breaches his throat. “okay, okay, relax babe. look, you’re wasting food, throwing rice around like that.”

“oh yeah? how’s this for wasting food?” on that cue, lance tosses a piece of orange chicken right at keith, who just barely moves out of the way with a mouth full of sushi. the chicken flies unceremoniously to the floor behind the warrior, and once keith gets the sushi down, his sights train back on lance, who’s looking a little more sheepish.

“really?”

“⎯⎯ maybe if you hadn’t dodged it, it wouldn’t have ended up on the floor.”

“maybe if you hadn’t thrown it, it wouldn’t have ended up on the floor.”

lance scoffs, but rises from his seat to walk past keith and pick up the poor piece of food. keith, however, decides lance needs a bit more punishment and quickly shoots out a hand to pinch his thigh, hard enough to startle him but not hard enough to seriously hurt. lance squeaks and almost jumps five feet into the air, swatting at his boyfriend once again before he grabs the chicken and tosses it into the trash.

he tries to walk past keith for the second time, but has to expertly dodge another pinch attack, his lips wavering as the gunner tries to fight off a budding grin. keith, meanwhile, grins openly, a playfulness shimmering in his eyes as lance makes his way back to his seat. they finish the rest of their food with the occasional banter back and forth, until keith takes it upon himself to clear the table and toss empty trays into the trash.

“you’re insufferable, y’know that?”

“you like it.”

“like being pinched? absolutely not, that crap hurts. like a papercut.”

“didn’t know you were that sensitive.”

“i’m not sensitive, i’m soft. i’m soft and smooth thanks to that unbearable skin routine you can’t stand.”

“soft and smooth huh?”

“yeah, duh. that’s what skin care happens to do. i’m super soft, actually. can’t believe it’s taken me telling you that for you to realize it.” lance tsks, shaking his head as though he were disappointed in his boyfriend.

“but not sensitive?” keith slowly brings his body up from the chair, taking just as slow strides closer to lance on the other side of the table.

there’s a sudden shiver that dances up lance’s spine. he’s prey with a predator nearby, locked onto him and ready to pounce.

“no — not at all.” lance settles his vision on keith, watching him closely as he stops moving to stare back at lance. it’s silence between them, until something clicks, and then

lance bolts.

lance bolts, in his fluffy robe and even fluffier slippers, bounding towards the stairs where the sanctity of their bedroom lay in waiting.

keith chases after him, wondering when lance got this fast in his reaction time. he makes certain that lance doesn’t trip on the stairs ( even if he’s the reason why lance is scrambling away in the first place ), and follows him all of the way into the bedroom. unfortunately, the gunslinger doesn’t stand a chance against keith when it comes to raw strength, so when keith tackles lance onto the bed, there isn’t much he can do to fight back against him.

not that he honestly wants to.

because the space between keith’s arms is right where he fits perfectly. so perfectly, in fact, that if he didn’t know exactly what his love’s sinister plans were, he would’ve just melted right into his embrace without any hesitation.

“what’s the problem, lance? i’m just holding you.” keith’s sneaky arms dive to coil around lance’s waist, equally sneaky hands settling right over his stomach. even though he has yet to really move any of his fingers, lance is already having difficulty fighting off the toothy grin that wobbles onto his lips.

“k - keith, wait, wahahait, hold on ⎯⎯”

“what’re you laughing for, lance? i’m not even doing anything.”

yet.

he doesn’t have to say the word, but lance can hear it within his mind. he doesn’t have to move his fingers, but lance can sense those ticklish sensations beginning to surge across the surface of his skin, even from on top of his robe. it only grows worse once keith slithers those hands inside of the garment ⎯⎯ the only thing keeping him at least somewhat safe ⎯⎯ and lance has a visceral reaction that forces him to bite down on his bottom lip.

“keheith! your hands are cohohold! stoppit!” lance attempts to pull his love’s hands off of his chest and belly, but the action is half-hearted, not enough strength behind it to really mean it.

“oh ⎯? oh, holy shit lance, you really are soft.” keith’s eyes widen and his jaw slacks some, as though he’s transcended to a new level above mortal knowledge.

“i ⎯⎯ i tohold you! it’s called personal hygiene!” lance bites back without any venom, but anything else he might have said gets swallowed up by the full-on giggles that flutter from his lips as keith’s fingers finally begin to explore.

he skitters those trained digits all over the expanse of lance’s stomach, gently squeezing the softer parts of lance’s lower waist with a bright grin that he couldn’t dare to hide.

“dude, what in the hell goes on when you shower? it’s fuckin’ insane how soft you feel.” one of keith’s hands leaves lance’s stomach in favor of continuing his exploration, fingers smoothing down one of his hips to scritch lightly at his boyfriend’s thighs, which earns him a proper squeal.

“keith ⎯⎯! st - stop, it tickles too muhuhuch!”

“too much? i’m barely touching you, what happened to not bein’ sensitive?”

every swipe and stroke and squeeze sends ticklish electricity all over the gunman’s body, squirming underneath keith with another weak push in an attempt to make him stop. his giggling evolves into belly laughter when keith leans down to plant gentle kisses on any exposed skin he can find, relishing in the warmth of each spot where his lips touch down. lance feels so damn delicate, keith swears every touch feels like he’s caressing the petals of rose.

a shriek rips from the hollows of lance’s throat when keith bends down to nuzzle and kiss at the spaces between neck and collarbone. a dusting of cherry paints over lance’s cheeks as his laughter heightens in octave and volume, leaving keith absolutely charmed. he can be so fucking cute, how could keith justify stopping when his boyfriend looks like this? flustered, and gleeful, and enjoying every bit of this, even if he tries to protest otherwise.

“keeeith! no more!” the brunet chokes out, gasping when kisses shift into mischievous nips and fingers spider up from his thighs to his sides. lance’s breath hitches before another squeal pops out of his lips, attempting to curl over and deter keith’s fingers from their onslaught on his sides.

truthfully, keith has no intention on stopping and every intention to not only continue tickle his love until he’s a pliant, jelly-like, laughed-out mess, but to also kiss, nibble, and mark every inch of his body for the rest of the night. and lance has very little (honest) complaints about it.

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yourfavoriteleex · 7 months

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“Mmm… what a cute attempt, puppy. But you’re not getting away from me that easily.”

He bent down, gently wrapping his large hand around my throat with a sinister smirk on his face.

“You’re mine now.”

He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bed, where he laid me down and restrained me through my futile attempts at escape. A chuckle escaped his lips as he secured the final cuff around my last free limb, leaving me strapped spread eagle to the bed, wearing nothing but the panicked look on my face.

“Eyes.” He commanded me, and my eyes darted towards his immediately.

“Good girl.”

The smirk on his face sent shivers down my spine as I could only imagine the torment he was about to put me through, for his own sadistic gain.

He straddled my hips gently, placing a blindfold over my eyes, making it impossible to focus on anything other than my sense of feeling.

I bit my lip nervously as I felt him climb off of me and shuffle around the room briefly, before he sat next to me, my taut body on display for him.

I could hear the toolbox open. I had seen it many times but only being able to hear it and not knowing what he could pull out to use to torture me, made me panic even more. It was a pink box full of tickle tools that he favored, all for different reasons. Tools to help him elicit every giggle, belly laugh, scream, squeal, and squeak out of me that would only fuel his enthusiasm

He chuckled as I gasped, feeling a long stiff feather drag from my neck to my belly, traveling between my breasts as it went down. I sucked in my belly, trying to stifle the giggles that I could feel bubbling up inside of me. He was just teasing me, to see how sensitive I was today.

‘I can handle it’ I thought to myself, as I squirmed, trying to relieve myself from the ticklish feeling. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke.

“Awww… don’t fight it puppy, I know how much you love this.”

A small squeak escaped my lips as he dragged the feather across my hips, and I giggled, squirming more.

“There we go… atta girl…”

He traced the feather down to my inner thighs, gently wiggling it against the soft skin, and I couldn’t contain the loud giggles that burst out of me. I tried to pull against my restraints, knowing it would be to no avail, but I had to try. This made him laugh harder at my helplessness, reveling in it.

I felt the feather leave my thighs and I squirmed anxiously, nervous as to what would happen next. I didn’t expect his 10 fingers to start spidering in my armpits suddenly, sending me into loud laughter as I thrashed and tried desperately to pull my wrists free of my restraints. I tried to choke out words between my laughter but it came out as mainly gibberish.

“NOOOAHAHAHA PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NSJSNSJAHAHAHAHSHS”

He chuckled louder and leaned down into my ear, as he continued his ticklish assault on my exposed armpits.

“Begging already puppy? So pathetic. You can’t handle a few… tickle tickle tickles here?”

I squealed at his teasing, my face flushing bright red as I bucked my hips defensively, trying my hardest to get away. It’s like my squirming and desperate pleas fueled him even further, as he began squeezing down my ribs and sides to my hips where he dug his thumbs in, and obliterated any resolve I had left. My laughter turned to hysterics as I squirmed and bucked, unable to do anything but laugh.

After what felt like an eternity of hips and ribs squeezes, his hands relented for a moment to give me a chance to breathe. I laid there defeated, thinking he would be nice and give me a break this time. But it was hopeless thinking. I felt the bed shift as he climbed off of it, and felt him slide my ankles out of their restraints and into the stocks attached to the end of the bed. My eyes widened in panic as I desperately tried to mumble out exhausted please for him to not do what he was about to do.

“Pl-Please daddy… not the stocks… anything but those.”

Hearing the desperation in my voice, he paused for a moment, before chuckling and attaching the toe ties to each individual stem.

“Remember puppy… we have a safeword for a reason. You know the only way I’ll stop is either you safewording, or me finally getting enough to satisfy this craving I have.”

Even though I could feel the panic bubbling up inside my belly, I was enjoying it too much to safeword. And he knew that. I heard the scrape of a chair on the floor as he dragged it to the end of the bed, making himself comfortable for torture he was about to put me through.

I heard light metal clinking sounds as he placed the metal claws on his fingertips, knowing those would destroy me to pieces immediately. He was done teasing, and wanted to destroy me now.

This I squealed and tried to pull my ankles free, but they were stuck in place almost unable to move at all. My toes were tied back tight enough to keep them spread and my soles stretched nice and pretty for him, almost begging him to torture them. He sighed happily and gently ran his tongue up my left sole, his facial hair teasing my arches and toes as he went. I squeaked and giggled loudly, my body shaking nervously.

All at once 10 metal claws spidered up and down my helpless soles, hovering right under my toes for a moment before going right back down. I burst into uncontrollable hysterical laughter as my body thrashed, unable to defend my soles from the torment. I squealed as he wiggled his tongue between my toes, scribbling below them

My laughter raised an octave as he began tickling harder, making sure I felt every single movement of the claws against my soft skin.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEASE DADDY ILL DOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHNYTHING!”

“Anything huh?” I could hear the smirk in his voice again. “We’ll see about that.”

I felt him shift onto the bed to grab something and then my soles were doused in a cold liquid, sending shivers up my spine. Baby oil.

“NONONO DADDY PLEASE!”

“Better get that safeword ready puppy, because I’m just getting started.”

I felt the many bristles of the hairbrush against my soles as he gently pressed it in, not moving it yet, just to drive me wild.

“PLEASE!” I tried one more time to beg, knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle the hairbrush on my oiled soles.

“Please? Cute. You’re begging for it. That’s adorable puppy.” He said, as he began quickly scrubbing my soles with the hairbrush.

I was unable to form words at this point, my loud laughter and screams filling the room as I tried desperately to free myself. But it was hopeless. He laughed along with me at my helpless state, and scrubbed even harder, nibbling my toes gently to add to the torture. This sent me over the edge and through my laughter I managed to choke out the safeword, begging for the torture to stop.

He smirked and continued for a few more seconds, before relenting his ticklish torment and undoing my restraints. I caught my breath, my face bright red as he removed the blindfold and cupped my face in his hands.

“You’re such a good girl, puppy. You took that like a champ. That’s my good girl.” He showered me with praise as he gently scritched my head with his fingertips, kissing me deeply and holding me close. “I’m so proud of you.”

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A/N ~

This lee mood has been killing me so figured I’d let out a dream scenario with you all lol. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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