Amityyy

She/Her, 21, lee-leaning switch

[amitlee]

Hi everyone, I am Amity! I’m 21 and just came back to this account after a 3 year hiatus! Please be patient as I remember how tumblr works. I love making new friends and my DMS/asks are always open💕💕

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[amitlee]

amityyyyy im so glad heated rivalry brought u back from the dead it is fr The show of all time

also scrolled thru ur blog like once and got jumpscared by The brighton biter lmao - tricks-tickles

LMAOOOO DUDE

I’ve been debating on deleting the cringe, but it’s like a time capsule. So the cringe is here to stay, just explore at your own risk 😭😭

I love heated rivalry so much, it’s unhealthy. I have another fic in the works 😛😛

[amitlee]

omg it's you....

“I always come back”

[amitlee]

Bellboy

Ler!Ilya, Lee!Shane

SFW

Summary: Shane and Ilya finally have the time to be playful. Takes place before during and after the infamous bellboy scene.

Words: 1.5K

AN: Wow hi just gonna drop this here

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The cabin was too quiet for two people who had spent years being loud at each other. But inside the air was warm, comfortable with the dissolved tension of things that had been said, worries put to rest.

Shane took the lead down the narrow hallway, one hand trailing along the wall as he walked, the other holding Ilya’s.

Ilya followed a step behind him, amused in that quiet way of his, eyes drifting over the space before inevitably coming back to Shane. “Is nice.” He hums.

Shane stopped in front of the bed and turned to face Ilya. He glanced at him, lips twitching, eyes bright with that familiar mix of nerves and teasing. He swallowed, putting up a mask of faux stoicism.

“This is awkward.” Shane shifted his weight, glancing around the room with a sheepish half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This room isn’t available to the guests.”

Ilya closed the space between them with deliberate slowness, his posture straight, hands tucked neatly behind him as he leaned in. Their faces were close enough now that Shane could feel his breath. The seriousness on Ilya’s face was almost convincing, except for the faint curve tugging at his lips, the quiet amusement shining through his gaze. “Mmm. Disappointing.”

The change in his voice caught Shane off guard. The lower and rougher quality making him look away, heat creeping up his neck. “I’m sorry sir,” he said, the word slipping out with more weight than he meant it to carry, and the flash in Ilya’s eyes told him it hadn’t gone unnoticed, “we’d really like to accommodate you, but—”

The rest of his protest vanished as Ilya suddenly pushed him backward, the mattress dipping under his weight as Ilya followed him down.

“Sir, I’m just a bellboy!” Shane laughed, breathless now, even as his hands were trapped above his head. Pinned by Ilya’s weight as the man settled smugly over him. “You can’t treat the staff like this!” Shane protests.

Ilya leaned close, easily pressing Shane back down when he tried to escape. A crooked smile curved across Ilya’s mouth. “Oh, I think I know how the staff likes to be treated after all these years, hm?”

Ilya’s grin lingered just a beat longer, like he was savoring the moment before chaos. Or more likely letting Shane wallow in anticipation. Then, he shifted to hold both of Shane’s wrists in one hand. His free hand sliding lower with a deliberate slowness.

Shane tensed instantly. “No,” he warns, shooting a heatless glare at Ilya. His body betrays him, giving him pink cheeks and a tiny smile that he can’t fight off. “Ilya, no —don’t you dare.”

“So sensitive,” Ilya murmured, clearly entertained. His fingers brushed along the curve of Shane’s hips, light as a warning. “You react before I even start. This is very bad poker face.”

“I am not—”

Ilya’s hands closed around his hips before Shane could finish. Thumbs pressing in, fingers spanning the curve of bone and muscle like he remembered exactly how Shane fit under his hands. Deliberate and unhurried.

The reaction was immediate. Shane twisted, laughter breaking loose before he could stop it, sharp and startled. “Ilya—!”

Ilya’s mouth tipped, slow and satisfied. “There it is. Still the same,” he murmured, almost thoughtful. “I was not sure.”

Shane blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, breath uneven. “Not sure about what—”

Ilya squeezed.

Shane’s protest shattered into helpless laughter, his torso jerking as he tried to curl away.

“That you would still react like this,” Ilya finished calmly, as if Shane hadn’t spoken at all. His thumbs pressed in again, rolling in small circles this time, savoring the way Shane’s composure dissolved with each pass. “Good to know some things do not change.”

Ilya leaned down. His nose brushing the side of Shane’s neck, warm breath ghosting over skin that was already flushed from laughing. The faint scrape of stubble followed — not rough enough to hurt, just enough texture to make the sensation impossible to ignore despite the shocks on his hips.

Shane jolted. His laughter pitching upwards, uncharacteristically squeaky in his surprise, shoulders hiking toward his ears as he tried to scrunch away.

The brush of his mouth wasn’t a kiss, not quite, just a slow pass along the curve where neck met shoulder, paired with the deliberate scrape of his stubble. It sent a different kind of reaction through Shane: laughter tangled with breathless protests, his head tipping helplessly to the side as he tried to block the sensation with his shoulder.

“You are very sensitive here,” Ilya observed, entirely too pleased. His free hand remained at Shane’s hip, thumb tracing in a way that kept him twitching even as the focus shifted upward. “I could always tell.”

Another slow drag of stubble along his neck made Shane burst into helpless laughter again, his body arching in a futile attempt to escape both directions at once. There was nowhere to go; pinned at the hips, trapped by his own reactions.

Ilya shifted his weight just enough to trap Shane’s legs between his own, pinning him in place with unfair ease. “You move too much,” he said thoughtfully. “Is problem for guest experience.”

“This is not included in the customer service—!”

Ilya’s fingers slid down, zeroing in on the sensitive spot just above Shane’s knees.

Shane made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a startled squeak, his legs jerking violently. His laughter turned helpless, high and bright as Ilya squeezed rapidly with his pointer finger and thumb.

Ilya noticed everything; the way Shane’s muscles went taut before he even touched him, like his body knew what was coming and was already bracing for it. The way his legs tried to bolt on instinct, even though there was nowhere to go. It was ridiculous and endearing in equal measure.

He’d seen Shane fierce, stubborn, and unmovable in every way that mattered. But here, in this small, private moment, Shane was all twitchy nerves and breathless laughter, undone by something as stupid as Ilya’s skillful touch. There was something soft about it, something unguarded. Ilya felt a fond, familiar warmth settle in his chest at the sight.

“You have very dramatic knees,” Ilya observed, completely straight-faced.

“I can’t control them—oh my god—stop—!” Shane gasped, his head tipping back into the pillow as he laughed himself breathless. His shining smile on display.

Ilya’s grip relented just a fraction, not enough to stop the tickling, but enough to calm Shane when he jolted again. He liked this version of Shane. The one who forgot to be careful, who let himself be loud and ridiculous and entirely present. It felt like a small, precious thing to be trusted with, and the thought made his teasing soften into something quieter, more affectionate, even as the laughter kept spilling out between them

Ilya finally slowed, his hands lingering just long enough to make Shane twitch even when the tickling stopped. He leaned down, forehead brushing lightly against Shane’s, his grin softening into something fond.

“You are very noisy bellboy,” he said quietly.

Shane was still catching his breath, chest rising and falling as he laughed weakly, eyes bright and a little dazed. “You’re never getting upgraded again,” he muttered.

Ilya laughed, the sound warm and unguarded, and shifted his weight so he was no longer pinning Shane down—though he stayed close. Neither of them in a hurry to put space back between them.

Shane stayed sprawled against the mattress for a second, laughter fading into soft, uneven breaths. His face was warm, eyes unfocused in that pleasantly wrung-out way. His limbs felt heavy, like gravity had suddenly decided to double down on him.

Ilya shifted closer, one hand settling at Shane’s side, the other brushing gently over his arm in slow, grounding strokes. The ticklish edge was gone now. No tricks or surprises, just steady reassurance.

“You laugh very nice. Is good sound.”

Shane turned his head toward him, eyes still bright but calmer now. “You’re such a jerk,” he said fondly, the words lacking any real bite.

Ilya leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Shane’s temple, brief and easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. When he pulled back, he brushed his thumb under Shane’s eye, gentle, almost careful. “You okay?”

Shane nodded, shifting just enough to bump their foreheads together again. The contact was easy, instinctive, like they’d both leaned in without thinking about it.

“Yeah,” he said, voice still a little wrecked from laughing. “I’m good.”

Ilya didn’t move away. His hand remained at Shane’s side, broad and steady, thumb tracing slow arcs that were deliberately grounding. A quiet contrast to the chaos from minutes before.

Shane let out a slow breath, the last of the laughter leaving him in a soft exhale. “You looked very pleased with yourself.”

“I was,” Ilya said.

Shane huffed. “Jerk.”

“Yes.”

A beat.

Shane’s fingers curled loosely into the front of Ilya’s shirt, not pulling him closer, but a small unconscious anchor. His eyes drifted shut again, the corner of his mouth still tipped up.

The quiet between them was easy, and Shane’s lingering smile gave away any protest he had made earlier.

Ilya noticed.

He said nothing.

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Guys I’ve been so insanely obsessed with heated rivalry that it brought me back after like 3 years

I haven’t even looked at this blog, lowkey scared to 😭😭 I’m so different and grown up now

But I still love all my friends from here, I’ve kept y’all in my thoughts.

[undeniablytoby]

i cannot watch this vlog in school like i would every other vlog only bc i know that this happens in it💀🏃🏃

[amitlee]

I’ll never get over this clip

[pterygoidwalk]

sometimes i wonder what my cat named me

[amitlee]

@smoresbythefyresyde I feel like you’d like this

[breadreads00]

What a jumpscare

[amitlee]

Cutest of patooties

Can we talk about Wilbur’s smile after he Tommy yells 😭😭

[amity-thesequel]

I’m at the dentist and I’m nervy

[amity-thesequel]

Guys I have to say bye bye to all of my wisdom teeth😭

[amitlee]

All 4 of my wisdom teeth are gone and now I’m dumb

[undeniablytoby]

#16 totally makes me think of Wilbur telling Tommy that he won’t do it, and then proceeding to just wreck Tommy and laugh at him.

yippie more crimeboys !!! ^_^

16- “I promise I won’t tickle you.”

“I promise I won’t tickle you.” Wilbur spoke calmly through the lie as his hands were currently held captive and away from Tommy, who had quite a firm grip on the brunette’s hands.

“You promise?” Tommy questioned him as he loosened his grip, but not fully letting go.

“I promise.”

With that, Tommy let go, foolishly believing Wilbur. He should know by now to never trust Wilbur in a situation like this.

“I lied!” Wilbur exclaimed as he tackled Tommy down to the floor, putting his hand behind the teen’s head so that he doesn’t hurt his head. Wilbur wrapped his arms around Tommy, his hands perfectly placed on his sides for him to start squeezing and clawing up and down his sides— which he did. And Tommy screamed.

“WiHILBUHUR! Nohot thEHERE! NAHAH!” Tommy threw his head back in laughter, his hands once again firmly gripped on Wilbur’s wrists. This time, however, he didn’t push his hands away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you rather me go here instead?” Wilbur smirked and moved his hands down to squeeze Tommy’s hips, then drilled his thumbs into the spot as best as he could with the position they were in.

“NOHOHO! THATS WOHORSE!” Tommy bucked his hips, squirming in Wilbur’s hold.

“Ohh, okay. So that must mean I should go here…” Wilbur moved his hands again, to Tommy’s stomach.

“NO! No, please! Wilbur, I’m begging you, man! You- I-.. We can talk about this, can’t we? I mean, I didn’t really even do anything so that means you don’t have to do thIIIIIS NOHOHOHO!” Tommy got cut off by his own shriek of laughter, as Wilbur got bored of the pleading and dug his fingers right in the center of Tommy’s stomach.

“Tickletickletickle~! You can’t escape me now, Toms! I’ve got you, you’re stuck in the grasp of the tickle monster.” He teased, laughing at Tommy’s groan of embarrassment.

“You’re so STUHUPIHIHID! SHUHUT UHUP!” Tommy threw his head back against Wilbur’s chest, laughing loudly. It took every bit of Wilbur’s being to not stop and just shower Tommy with affection and aww’s, he simply just found his brother to be too adorable. (/P!!!!!)

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Only because I don’t feel like killing you.” Wilbur chuckled as he stopped tickling Tommy, but didn’t stop hugging him.

“..Are you gonna let g-“ “No.” “Okay.”

They both lied there, somehow comfortably given they were on the floor, and contently. Wilbur wouldn’t trade moments like this for the world.

Tommy wouldn’t either, but he would never admit that.

[amitlee]

Cute cute cute cute cute

[amitlee]

Currently 1500 words in for the new fic

I think I’ll release 2 versions, one for the tickle community and another with less tickles for the rest of the SBI community.

[amitlee]

My thoughts on the dream situation:

TLDR; I’m on the fence, but I won’t write or read for any of the Dream team. I love my friends and this community, but I’m taking necessary steps back.

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Honestly, I didn’t know there was a video and I haven’t watched it, nor am I going to watch it. I lost interest in the majority of the DSMP crowd a long time ago. The only people I still semi-keep up with are Tommy, Phil, Wilbur, Jack, Techno, Ranboo, Slime, and Sneeg.

That being said, the recent content from some of my mutuals has made me extremely uncomfortable, and I am going to unfollow a few of them. This doesn’t mean I don’t like my friends, but I don’t want to constantly see content that makes me uncomfortable on my feed. I will most likely not write for the dream team or others that I don’t keep up with, however you are still more than welcome to send me prompts/asks about them.

To my friends I’ve unfollowed: I’m sorry we’re not mutuals anymore, but I still love all of you very much and hope we can still be friends. The content we’re interested is too different for me to continue seeing it daily, but I’m not upset with any of you.

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On another note, I’ve been thinking about writing a Alien!SBI tickle fic. Basically humans are a mystery to aliens and Tommy just so happens to be a human with an alien crew.

[mushiewrites]

when do we get our year in review thing??? last year we I got mine on the 8th 😪

[mushiewrites]

is this not happening this year ):::::

[amitlee]

I took your year review and ate it

[guineapigwrites]

Mia! How ya doing? Can I please request a fic where Dazai softly wrecks Sigma? (If you write for ships, romantically, but if you don't, platonically is just fine!). Mannnn, Sigma is possibly the most touch-starved character in BSD and I just wanna scoop him up and hug him.

I'm just thinking of Fyodor walking into the situation where Dazai has Sigma softly pinned against his chest as he traces up and down his sides and nuzzles his neck and Sigma calls out, 'Fyodor! Help meeee! Pleaaase!" between his giggles and Fyodor has a fucking panic attack because he gets flashbacks to the events of 'You Make Me Weak' LOOLZ.

perpetual in motion

pairings: lee!sigma, ler!dazai

word count: 1.3k words!

a/n: of course!! thank you for your request, anon! :D and you're so real for that- sigma is absolutely lovely. i had no clue how to add fyodor into a concept like this so i apologize for the lack of, and for how long this took me to write 😭 and yes i'm back for now. do enjoy!!

~

Having Dazai’s arms casually resting around his waist was jarring, at first, for Sigma. Touch was scary, especially around areas vulnerable to attacks or pain. Agony had become his mistress during the time spent with the Decay of Angels.

But this was the first time since their shared escape that Dazai had smelled this good, the first time he’d felt this calm, so, timidly, he allowed it. It doesn’t help that each touch sends warmth through his skin, especially when Dazai sighs and nuzzles at his neck, and shivers run through his body.

Sigma sighs into the embrace, consoling himself with the thought that, if Dazai wanted him dead, he would’ve already succeeded.

“Feeling alright?” asks Dazai, his words a mumble. His sentence splits the haze of Sigma’s thoughts, the comfort of their living room— his answer takes him a moment.

“Is there any reason not to be?”

“Well…” says Dazai, pressing a peck to Sigma’s neck, who twitches. “You shiver whenever I touch you liiiike this.” The hand above Sigma’s hip flicks up, and tingles crawl down his spine again. He can’t help a full body shudder, alongside his lips curling, and Dazai huffs. “See??”

“It’s not a bad feeling,” says Sigma, surprised Dazai had brought it up only to ensure he was comfortable. He’d just guessed it was his body reacting to the touch. “It feels nice. You have no reason to be concerned, thank you.”

“You know I always have a reason to be concerned.”

Sigma rolls his eyes, gently arching into Dazai’s warmth. The latter encourages the motion, laying back on the couch so Sigma can follow. “You can keep telling yourself that.”

“But you like my concern, no? Am I wrong?”

With a scoff, Sigma turns the other way. It was true, and they both knew it. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me anyways!”

“I do,” sighs Sigma. For once, death was the last thing on his mind. “I do. I guess it’s my job to be the reasonable one.”

Dazai tsks with a small laugh as he whispers into Sigma’s ear. “Oh, so you want me to be unreasonable? I can be unreasonable.” 

Sigma can’t help but laugh.

“It is a word I’d already use to describe you. Like how we were minutes away from death, and your brilliant idea was to dance.”

“But I got us out,” huffs Dazai. “You’re so mean to me! So cruel!” Both his hands fidget against his partner’s shirt, tracing in a light motion, and Sigma twitches.

“I am not.”

“Are too.” The brunette laughs, shifting to clutch Sigma’s waist. “I’d bet you just love my attention, don’t you, belladonna? Love how when we were dancing, I’d held you like this?”

Sigma huffs, cursing how his cheeks instantly color pink at the accusation and silly nickname. Dazai’s actions should’ve set off some red flags in his mind, but they didn’t.

“No,” he says stubbornly, and Dazai tsks. “It was ridiculous.”

“Well, then... if not like that, then what if I add some… fun?”

Instantly, Dazai's hands curl into him, and Sigma jolts as the touch on his skin turns to few, and then many sources of feeling and sensation, scattered and darting all across his nerves. It was gentle but weirdly unbearable, and his hands darted without permission to tug at Dazai's strong grip. The horrible urge to laugh begins to rise, and Sigma's eyes widen.

“What- Dazai! Dazai, wait, that feels-“ Sigma hisses when he realizes he doesn’t have a word for the feeling, and he writhes but Dazai doesn't let up. “S- Strange!!”

"Ooh, good, good, you're ticklish," snickers Dazai, readjusting to pull Sigma closer. He wasn't at all bothered by his partner's feeble escape attempts. "Good. Fun!" His touches crawl up to knead at Sigma's ribcage, searching for something amid the divots, thumbs digging into the backs of the bone.

“Whahahat is thihihis?! Wh- What the hell??” gasps Sigma as he strains against Dazai’s wiggling fingers, but he was trapped. He wasn’t even sure why he was laughing. “Gehehehet ohohoff! No- Nohohohoho!!!”

“So cute. Just- so cute,” swoons Dazai happily. “You have the cutest laugh- I can’t! Oh, I just want to tickle you to bits, Sigma!!”

“Nohohohoho! D- Dohohohon’t do thahahat!!” Sigma’s shaking hands finally find Dazai’s palms, desperately trying to claw them away from his sensitive skin. “Wahahahahait-!!!”

Then, Dazai tsks. With one motion, just one hand, he scoops up Sigma’s wrists and pulls them taut into the air with near-no resistance, leaving his full torso exposed.

Sigma gasps. Dazai doesn’t waste a second.

“Let me go! LeheheHEhehET me gohohoHO!!”

“I had my suspicions about whether or not you were ticklish, you know,” smirks Dazai, his other hand dancing up and down Sigma’s ribs, almost experimentally. Gently. Like he wanted to draw out something else. His victim gasps, breaking into a renewed fit of frantic giggles. “Let me guess. You haven’t had too much good touch? Like this?”

Frantically, Sigma shakes his head back and forth. His mind was scrambled. All he could do was laugh and accept Dazai's touch. “If thihis is good, I dohohon’t- I dohohon’t wahahant it!! NohohohoHO-!!!”

“But, Sigma,” pouts Dazai. “You’re smiling and laughing!”

“Buhuhut- why?”

“Because you’re ticklish!”

"I dohohon't wahahant to behehe!!"

"I don't think you can control that," snickers Dazai. Giving one last tweak to Sigma's ribs, he withdraws his hands, instead pulling Sigma into a calm, still hug. With a sigh of relief, Sigma breathes out another stream of giggles.

When they subside, after he catches his breath, momentarily, he groans. 

"Ugh. Now I feel all... tingly," whines Sigma, and Dazai nods knowingly as they sit up against the couch. "Why?"

Dazai shrugs, tenderly kissing Sigma's cheek. "Maybe I just wanted to make you laugh. I'm sorry if I went too far."

"You didn't," says Sigma, opting to gently smile at him. "You're forgiven. I'm fine. That was new, though, I've never really been tickled before."

"New in a good way, or in a bad way?"

"I... don't know," offers Sigma, shivering.

"Can I try something else, then? While we're talking about it,” hums Dazai. He 'awws' at how Sigma instantly shivers and straightens, a blush following. “Don't worry- nothing rough, I’ll be gentle. Just for you to... feel it, I suppose.”

Sigma's curiosity was stronger than the flustered feeling in his stomach. He trusted Dazai. He was open to new experiences— and, like he'd said, it wasn't a bad feeling. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Dazai nods. “Pleeeease?”

With a hesitant nod and tilt of his head, Sigma returns to a closer place on Dazai’s lap. Instantly, his sides tingle in anticipation as he catches the faint twitch of Dazai’s wrists in his peripherals.

Then hands wrapped around his waist again, and, without thinking, Sigma prepared himself for something intense, rough, but— it never came. Dazai’s fingers gently rub circles against the bone, firm enough to tickle but not harsh enough to make Sigma shriek. 

It was gentle. Unbearably gentle, and as the feeling quickly overwhelms his senses, Sigma quickly realizes that it has an addictive quality to it. It was like pure happiness, giddiness, spreading through his veins.

“Dahahahahazai,” giggles Sigma, a loopy smile spread over his face. His defenses were melted. He couldn’t deny it— this type of tickling felt nice. Dazai was so good to him. They were good for each other.

“Better?” giggles Dazai as Sigma relaxes into the touch, leaning back against his chest. “Oh, you like the light touches, don’t you~?”

 “Mahahahaybe. Feels good. Thank you,” slurs Sigma mid-fit of airy laughter. He gives up trying to stay upright, instead fully falling back into Dazai’s embrace. “Tihihihickles!”

“It’s supposed to,” Dazai snickers. “Tell me when you want me to stop, yeah?”

Eyes closed as he tilts his head back, Sigma allows laughter to filter free from his throat, hands twitching. He doesn't do anything to try and stop him. His smile was wide, matching Dazai's. He felt indubitably safe. “Fihihihine- yeheheheah.”

They stay like that for a while, occasionally interrupted by Dazai pressing tickly kisses to Sigma's neck.

Perhaps Sigma would see if the electric feeling could burn away his old loneliness a little longer. Whatever his partner gave, he’d happily take.

[amitlee]

THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE!!!!

[breadstickposting]

thinking about tummy tks and getting butterflies grr

[amitlee]

This is so real

[wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday]

WAAA

[amitlee]

I have no clue who these people are, but the way he looks up at him is so cute 😭

[smoresbythefyresyde]

Omg yes having a tail would be so cool. You know what would be cooler? Having ears. I’m thinking raccoon ears, personally.

I raise you: wings

[amitlee]

OH MY GOD WINGS, FANGS, AND PURRING!!!!

Smores you never fail to amaze me with your brilliant ideas. If I could purr and have wings, I’d be able to die a happy woman.

[smoresbythefyresyde]

At this pont we're just listing off Perks Of Being A Dragon

[amitlee]

Sign me up for being a dragon. I also love magic and shiny things, so it’s a win in every book. Also consider Fairies, I love those fuckers

[smoresbythefyresyde]

Omg yes having a tail would be so cool. You know what would be cooler? Having ears. I’m thinking raccoon ears, personally.

I raise you: wings

[amitlee]

OH MY GOD WINGS, FANGS, AND PURRING!!!!

Smores you never fail to amaze me with your brilliant ideas. If I could purr and have wings, I’d be able to die a happy woman.