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When the lee gets themselves stuck: (tangled in weeds, can't get out of a tight space in a wall/ground, their own shirt, etc.) and the ler is trying to help them get unstuck but they're tickling them in the process.
My headcanons from Street Fighter characters i like and/or play the most!
â SFW TWORD HEADCANONS â
âŒïž BASED ON MY OPINIONS âŒïž
Ler:
â Chun-li â First of all, đđ bc i love her. Strict Ler, not ticklish at all. She is hella strong so you're screwed up once she gets you! She loves hearing both women and men's laughters but the masculine voices mostly when they groan because of tickles, she is too used to hear them groaning in pain because of her hits, it's good to get some variety. Teases while smirking, giving a defiant stare, not breaking eye contact and when she sees the Lee letting their guard down, anticipation is a good choice. Teases Ryu when practicing to mock him, especially when there are people looking.
â Vega â I think those claws aren't made for hurting. Ik damn well he laughs silently behind that mask while wrecking someone, only letting them see the insane look he got through those holes for the eyes. Not ticklish and flexes about it to his Lee opponent.
â Juri â She aims for the opponent's feet, mostly when they lose and fall to the ground, but she also teases them using hers, something like scratching their sensitive spots on the back with her toes. She tries to make them fall on their stomach so she takes the chance to easily sit on their back and catch their leg to give a few scratches on their soles, she giggles a lot when they react hysterically and pulls out her phone for a selfie of them in that quite interesting scene.
â Ingrid â "I'm going to tickle you now... You ready? Tickle. Tickle." DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY SOMETHING? THAT GIRLIE PUNISHES WHO LOSES THE FIGHT! I forgive her for the jumpscare i got when i saw that winner quote of hers lol. Those sparkles that flies out of her power moves might tickle asf. Ler canon 100%, not ticklish, but likes to say "What were you doing? It was supposed to be a fight, but all I felt was tickling!" even if it didn't, just to tease the Lees even more. She likes to get along with the other girls and Ryu.
â Guile â God save you, once he puts his weight on top of you, even more if you owe him an information you don't wanna give not even with a gun pointing to your head, just accept your giggly fate, maybe he will be merciful if you ask "please".
â Ken â He can win a tickle fight depending on the another person's endurance, laughs audibly when he wins but also helps the Lee getting up from the mess they turns into. Teases rubbing his elbow on the ribcage or knee bones of the Lee, which usually is Ryu.
â Cammy â She is more close to the girlies, loves tickling Juri, tickle fights always in a playful mood, seeing someone laugh under her touches makes her happy and amused. Likes to tease Guile.
â Cody â Once this man is uncuffed, runaway, if i were you, i wouldn't want to find out why he keeps cuffed...
Lee:
â Cody â Whoever put that cuffs on him, keep them, he likes to giggle under some light restrictions.
â Remy â This is for him being one of the weakest characters on fight, so in my opinion he might as well be the weakest in another type of fight. Falls on his knees imediately when he gets teased on his ribs or knees, tries to speak between his laughter and fails miserably, even lets out some tears from laughing too much. Laughs or giggles in a high-pitch voice when he gets desperate from either anticipation or straight up tickles.
â Guile â Because of the extreme discipline he got from U.S. Air Force and high pain tolerance from the brutal physical fights, he thinks he can be all nonchalant, but he doesn't want people to know this grumpy looking can be easiLEE teared down if you find the right spots, sides and knees. He escapes away easily from your touch depending on your height. He gets along with Cammy, who is less sensitive than him. she tickles him but he doesn't want others knowing he has a soft side.
â Cammy â She doesn't have a very sensitive body, but it is possible to make her giggle a lot by teasing her neck and ears, most common getting it from Ingrid but more often from Chun-li, she thinks her touches are both precise and delicate. She keeps under lock and key Guile's Dirty Little Secret /ref
â Juri â Her feet are sensitive, especially on her toes, she loves the sensation of danger when she gets teased. For her, teasing with a serious and stoic facial expression is more threatening than teasing with a mischevious expression, she just lets herself get teased and tickled by Chun-li, Ingrid or Cammy bc she likes and trusts them, but starts being a brat so she can get what she wants.
â Ken â Is not easy to give up on a wrecking, can handle it well and knows how to "turn off" the sensitivity when he knows what's gonna happen, but can't maintain himself stoic when caught by surprise. He is ticklish on the same spots as Ryu (except for the knees), but it's not so bad, Ken is not as weak as Ryu is.
â Ryu â I also love to play with him just like Chun-li but i decided to left the most sensitive one to be the last, but not less important. Bro can fight the strongest mf in the world, but cant handle the brush of a feather. Can't say the word "tickle" because it fluster him. Underarms, neck, knees, sides and feet, which is the weakest point of him. One thing that happened was that in one of the practicing fights, the opponent might have trapped Ryu's foot with their arm as he tried to give them a kick, and they took advantage of it to prank on him. Mostly Chun-li and Ken teases him.
Thank you @tickle-starved for the request! Iâm dying for season two and Iâm more than glad to create some tickle headcanons for my guy Mando. Hope you enjoy these! đȘ
Lee
*I wouldnât say heâs super ticklish, but heâs definitely ticklish.
*His spots would be his sides, knees, and upper back.
*Please I wanna see baby Yoda use the force to tickle him!!
*At first he doesnât know what it is but keeps going because itâs making Mando laugh.
*Mando has to explain to him what tickling is and he gets all flaubtered because he can barley say the word.
*Feels that being ticklish is possibly the worst weakness to have.
*He hates that heâs ticklish.
*(but he honestly secretly loves it because of his horrible childhood and it makes him feel happy)
*Canât say the word tickle because it flusters him too much.
*The other Mandalorians would squeeze his knees or poke his back every now and then to hear him shriek.
*Blushes but you canât see it because of the helmet.
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Ler
*Could destroy you. With tickles of course.
*Like seriously though, no one is winning a tickle fight against this guy.
*He doesnât do baby talk but he does tease.
*He goes âawwwwâ at the little noises they make.
*He also makes little out loud observations. Saying stuff like,
âOh wow this must be a good spot.â
âCould your face be any redder? Because I donât think so.â
âI think I found your spot. You seem to react the most when I go here.â
*Also... if I donât see Mando give baby Yoda some f*cking tummy tickles in the next season... Iâm gonna lose it. It just needs to happen.
Squealing Santa ding ding ding!!! this is a Star Wars fic for Dchubbz!anon! They requested lee!Din Djarin, so I did my best to make it happen! keep in mind that its really wonky, canonwise- the Razor Crest was destroyed and Bo-Katan doesn't really seem like the playful type but cut me some slack im in college lmao
also it's very difficult to find characters in this show who would be able to tword Mando and also want to so its Ler!Bo-Katan i guess
also LOOK AT THE GIF BELOW THIS DO YOU SEE HIS SIDES DO YOU SEE HOW POKABLE THEY ARE I REALLY REALLY WANNA POKE THE HIRED GUNMAN'S SIDES-
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The Razor Crest hummed softly, the familiar vibrations of hyperspace travel filling the cockpit. Din Djarin, helmet securely in place, leaned back in the pilot's seat, his hands resting on the armrests. Across from him, Bo-Katan Kryze sat with her feet propped on the console, arms crossed in mock relaxation as she eyed him with a teasing glint.
"You're always so serious," she mused, tilting her head to study him. Her voice carried an edge of mischief, clearly intended to provoke. "Like a droid that never powers down."
Din gave a low huff, his modulator turning it into a faint growl. "I'm not a droid."
Bo-Katan smirked, tapping a finger against her chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Could've fooled me. Do you even know how to relax? Or laugh?"
"I'm capable of both," Din replied evenly, his voice calm and measured. "But I don't see why that's relevant."
Bo-Katan's grin widened. "You're like a myth, you know. The Mandalorian who never cracks a smile. Never lets his guard down."
Din leaned forward slightly, the reflective T-visor of his helmet turning to her with deliberate precision. "I can be playful."
Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Oh really? I'll believe it when I see it."
"You won't," he retorted with a note of finality. The silence that followed felt like a small victory on Din's end. Bo-Katan's smirk only widened, her eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.
For a few moments, the hum of the ship filled the air, but Bo-Katan's curiosity was clearly piqued. "So, what, that's it? Just endless stoicism and no fun? You're wasting a perfectly good hyperspace jump, Mando."
Din's shoulders shifted slightly, a subtle movement Bo-Katan had learned to recognize as either annoyance or amusement. "You're wasting your time."
Her smirk turned into a full grin. "Oh, I don't think so. I've got plenty of time to figure out what makes you crack." She leaned back again, propping her arms behind her head. "Might even make it a personal mission."
The lights in the cockpit cast a dim glow over the pair, with hyperspace streaking past the viewport in mesmerizing patterns. Bo-Katan stretched her legs, her boots brushing against the edge of the console. She made a show of yawning dramatically. "You know, some people might find it relaxing to have a conversation. Share a joke. Maybe even⊠laugh?"
Din's helmet tilted slightly, suggesting he was either ignoring her or considering her words. "This isn't a cantina."
"No, it's not," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean we have to sit here like statues. Even statues crack eventually."
"I don't crack," Din replied firmly. "And I'm not a statue."
Bo-Katan chuckled softly. "You keep saying that, but you're not helping your case."
Din sighed, leaning back further into his chair. The weight of the mission and her relentless teasing settled on him. "Do you always talk this much?"
"Only when I'm entertained," she shot back. "And you, Mando, are surprisingly entertaining."
"Glad to be of service," he deadpanned, though the slight shift of his helmet hinted at a sliver of amusement.
Bo-Katan tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair, a mischievous glint still in her eyes. "We'll see how long that stoicism holds up. Everyone has a breaking point, even you."
Din said nothing, allowing the Razor Crest's hum to fill the silence once more. But the slightest shake of his head told Bo-Katan all she wanted to know as he turned back to the controls. Knowing this would not mark the end of her efforts to crack the myth of the uncrackable Mandalorian, Bo-Katan grinned to herself.Â
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Bo-Katan's chance presented itself some hours later as they readied the Razor Crest for dropping out of hyperspace. Din checked the cargo hold to be sure their recent shipment was safe. His motions were deliberate; every object was painstakingly arranged and double-checked as though he were handling explosives rather than standard merchandise. Bo-Katan wandered in, feigning nonchalance, though her sharp eyes were already calculating.
"You're always so focused," she said casually, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her tone was light, but a familiar teasing edge was beneath it. "Don't you ever get tired of being a statue?"
Din didn't look up. "What do you want, Kryze?" he asked, his voice flat as he continued working.
She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, letting her boots echo against the metal floor. "I want to see if the myth is true," she replied with a smirk, poking Djarin through a crack in his armor lightly in the side.
The reaction was immediate. Din gasped and jerked away, almost dropping the tablet in his hand. His helmet snapped toward her, the surprise in his body language unmistakable despite the impassive visor. For a moment, he froze as though debating whether to acknowledge what had just happened.
"What was that?" Bo-Katan asked, her tone dripping with mock innocence. She stepped closer, her grin widening.
"Nothing," he said quickly, straightening his posture to reassert control. But when Bo reached out again, his entire torso flinched before she even touched him. It was a subtle movement, but it might as well have been a bright neon sign to her trained eye.
Bo-Katan's eyes lit up like a child discovering treasure. She stepped back, crossing her arms again with a triumphant smile. "Oh, this is too good. You're ticklish."
"No, I'm not," Din said firmly, stepping back as if distance alone could deflect her discovery.
"Sure, and I'm a moisture farmer," she shot back, her grin widening as she advanced slightly. "You flinched like I'd threatened you with a vibroblade."
"Drop it, Kryze," he warned, though a faint edge to his tone betrayed his unease.
Bo-Katan tilted her head, studying him with newfound amusement. "What are you so afraid of, Mando? That someone might discover the great Din Djarin has a weakness?"
He shook his head, turning his attention back to the cargo. "I'm not afraid of anything," he muttered. His hands worked quickly, almost as if trying to distract himself (and her) from the moment.
"Oh, but you are," she countered, leaning against a nearby crate. "I think you're afraid I'll tell everyone that you're⊠what's the word? Human."
Din's helmet turned toward her briefly, but he said nothing. That silence only encouraged her.
"You know, I was starting to think you were unshakable," she circled slowly. "But now I see it. The legendary Mandalorian has a crack. And it's ticklish."
"I don't have time for this," he said, his voice clipped as he moved to another section of the cargo hold.
"Sure you do," she replied smoothly, following him. "Hyperspace jumps last forever, and we're stuck together. Might as well make the most of it."
Din sighed audibly, the sound distorted through his modulator. "I should throw you from the airlock."
"You're avoiding the truth," she shot back. "Just admit it. You flinched."
He stopped for a split second, then went on working. Bo-Katan's smile never wavered. Instead, she crouched beside him and leaned close enough to cause him to squirm uneasily.Â
"Tell me," she said, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. "Is this some kind of ancient Mandalorian secret? A hidden vulnerability? Should I add 'tickling' to my arsenal of combat techniques?"
Din finally turned to her, his helmet mere inches from her face. "You're not funny."
"Oh, I'm hilarious," she retorted, standing back up. "And you know it."
As she backed away, still smirking, Din straightened, visibly tense. Though he returned to his task, Bo-Katan didn't miss how his shoulders stayed rigid as if bracing for another poke. It was enough to make her chuckle quietly to herself.
"Don't worry," she said over her shoulder as she left the cargo hold. "I'll save my newfound intel for when it really counts."
Din watched her go, shook his head slightly, then went back to work. But the tension in his motions never really disappeared. Grogu cooed somewhere in the Razor Crest as though he sensed the change in the air. And Bo-Katan's laughter rang softly down the hallways as a promise she wasn't done with him yet.
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The next opportunity came later that evening. Din was crouched in the engine bay, trying to fix a faulty panel. His armor was partially removed for mobility, so he worked in his cloth tunic. The dim light of the bay cast shadows over his focused expression, and the soft hum of the ship provided a backdrop to his work. He was so absorbed in the work that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.
"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice low and steady, not looking up.
"Think about what?" Bo-Katan asked innocently, the mockery in her tone unmistakable. She moved closer, her boots clinking lightly against the metal floor. Nearby, Grogu perched on a crate, his big eyes darting between the two adults with growing curiosity. His little green fingers reached out, sensing the tension, and he cooed softly. His eyes flicked to a pair of handcuffs on a nearby crate, and an idea visibly formed.
Din muttered something under his breath, clearly bracing himself for trouble. But before he could move, Grogu raised a tiny hand. With a playful Force burst, one of Din's wrists was cuffed to the ship's support beam. The click of the cuffs echoed in the bay, and Din froze, staring at the child in disbelief.
"Grogu, not now," he said firmly, his voice heavy with exasperation. The little one gurgled in delight, entirely unbothered by the scolding.
Bo-Katan burst out laughing. She declared, "Oh, this is perfect," her grin spreading wide. She stepped closer, and the malevolent glint in her eye gleamed. "Remind me to thank you, lil guy."
"Kryze, don't," Din warned, his tone notably powerless. He squirmed uneasily, trying to tug his hand from restraint, but the cuffs held firm. Bo-Katan wiggled her fingers menacingly as she closed the distance between them.
"You've been asking for this, Mandalorian." Her voice dripped with mock menace. Without hesitation, she tested the waters by poking his ribs lightly.
Din's body betrayed him right away. He almost dropped the wrench in his free hand as he jerked away from her touch. The reaction only fueled her resolve. He used his free arm to swat at her invading fingers, but she was quick, and his limited mobility gave her the advantage.
"S-Stohop," he managed, his voice strained, his body twisting as much as the cuffs allowed.
"Make me," she shot back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she dug her fingers into his sides more determinedly. The wrench fell from Din's hand. Her confidence was bolstered by the sound that escaped his lips, which resembled a grunt with a hint of choked laughter.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "You're a human after all!"
Close by, Grogu laughed and clapped his tiny hands as if cheering on Bo-Katan. The child's happiness just set her off more. Din squirmed under her relentless assault, his composure cracking with each passing second. He tried desperately to hold onto his stoic demeanor, but his body had other plans.
"Qu-Quihihit ihihit!" he sputtered, his modulated voice warping with each involuntary sound. His free arm flailed uselessly, trying to block her, but she dodged easily, her fingers dancing along his ribs and sides.
"Giggling already? I'm going to cherish this," Bo-Katan declared, her grin turning downright evil. She shifted her tactics, finding a particularly sensitive spot near his hip, and Din's reaction was immediate.
"Bohoho! Nohohoho!" he burst out, the laughter spilling from him despite his efforts to suppress it. His head tilted back slightly, and his torso twisted as he tried to escape her touch.
"Oh, I'm not stopping now," she said gleefully, her voice nearly drowned out by Din's increasingly loud laughter. "You're making this too much fun, Mando."
"Bo-Kahahatahan! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his voice hitching with each word. His laughter was rich and deep, sounding almost foreign from someone so perpetually serious.
Grogu let out a delighted squeal, his tiny hands clapping even faster. He leaned forward on his crate as if trying to get a better view of the chaos unfolding before him. Din's struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.
Bo-Katan grinned triumphantly, her hands slowing down as Din's laughter softened into residual chuckles. "You're lucky I'm merciful," she teased, stepping back with a flourish. "For now."
Din leaned heavily against the support beam, his cuffed wrist still secured. He panted, trying to regain his composure. "You call that merciful?" he muttered, his tone dripping with exasperation.
Grogu gurgled with delight, waddling nearer to examine his obviously flustered guardian. The young child pulled at his shirt, his bright eyes glimmering with playful intent. Din looked down at him, his helmet shifting slightly. "You're not helping, kid."
Bo-Katan watched the scene with a smirk, her arms crossed confidently. "I think he's enjoying himself. You should take notes on how to loosen up."
Din scoffed, once more testing the cuffs on his wrist. "I promise you, Kryze, if you don't unlock this-"
Before he could finish, Bo-Katan darted forward again, her fingers poised menacingly. Din flinched instinctively, his free hand shooting up to block her. "Don't you dare!"
She laughed, stepping back with mock innocence. "Relax, Mando. I'm just keeping you on your toes."
Grogu cooed in agreement, clearly enjoying the dynamic. Din let out a low groan, his helmet tilting back as he muttered something under his breath. Probably 'dank farrik.'Â
"This is ridiculous."
"Ridiculous but fun," Bo-Katan corrected, her grin widening. "Admit it. You haven't laughed like that in years."
Din didn't respond, but the slight tilt of his head betrayed his reluctant agreement. He finally sighed, his tone softening. "Just get me out of this."
"Don't try to get all stoic again! We were having fun!" Bo-Katan got an idea. "Okay, Mando. Tell me your worst joke, or this continues."
"I don't know any jokes," he ground out, his voice still shaky from the residual laughter.
She shook her head, her grin widening. "Wrong answer."
Her fingers resumed their assault, this time targeting the particularly sensitive spot under his arm. Din's reaction was immediate and explosive. A deep, unrestrained laugh burst from him, rich and resonant, surprising even himself. He squirmed futilely against the cuffs, his free arm flailing in an attempt to block her relentless attack.
"K-Kryhyhyhyze! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his modulated voice barely recognizable through the laughter.
Bo-Katan laughed along with him, her own amusement genuine. "I've never heard anything so satisfying," she teased, her voice light with delight. Grogu giggled from the sideline.
"Al-Alrihihihight! AHAHA! Alrihihihihihihight!" Din gasped desperately. "I'll tell you! Just stohohohohop!"
Bo-Katan finally relented, stepping back with a triumphant grin. Din slumped against the support beam, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Grogu cooed in approval, his ears wiggling with anticipation.
"This better be good," Bo-Katan said, crossing her arms and raising an expectant eyebrow.
Din took another moment to compose himself, his voice still uneven. "Okay. Two stormtroopers are scouting in the jungle. One gets bitten by a snake in a weak spot in his armor and collapses. The other calls into command and says, 'Come in, come in! My partner has collapsed, I think he's dead!' Command replies, 'Stay calm. First, I need you to make sure your partner is actually dead.' The comm goes quiet for a bit, followed by a series of blaster shots. 'Alright,' the scout finally responds, 'I made sure. Now what?'"
There was a brief pause before Bo-Katan burst into laughter, doubling over as the terrible joke sank in. Even Grogu let out an amused squeal, waving his tiny hands in the air. Din groaned, shaking his head as he muttered, "I warned you."
"That was⊠awful!" Bo-Katan managed between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye. "Absolutely terrible."
"You asked for my worst," Din said dryly, though the faintest hint of a chuckle slipped through.
Bo-Katan straightened, her grin wide and satisfied. "I'll give you points for effort, Mando. But you're not off the hook yet."
Din tensed immediately, his helmet tilting toward her. "What do you mean?"
Without answering, Bo-Katan lunged back toward him, her fingers diving into his ribcage. Din let out a startled bark of laughter, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.
"Kryze! I already told you!" he protested, his voice breaking into helpless laughter as she found another sensitive spot.
"That joke was so bad. You deserve this," Bo-Katan teased, her fingers mercilessly skimming along his ribs and sides. Din's laughter echoed through the engine bay, rich and unguarded, a sound that seemed to surprise even Grogu. "This is punishment for that brazen assault on my intelligence you call a joke."
"Bohoho! ThiHiHiS iHIhIIsn't FAhahHAhair! YouHuHu Ahahahaasked FohohOOr a bAHahahd- ACK-!" Din gasped, his voice hitching with every breath. His struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.
"You're too much fun, Mando," Bo-Katan said, her tone light and teasing. She finally pulled back after a few more moments, letting him slump against the support beam again. His free hand came up to rest on his chest as he panted, his whole body visibly relaxing now that the torment had ceased.
Din sat back, rubbing his wrist once Grogu released the cuff. His helmet turned toward Bo-Katan, and though his face was hidden, she could feel his glare. "Youâre insufferable," he muttered.
"And youâre human," she countered, her tone softening. "Itâs good to see that side of you."
Grogu waddled over, climbing into Dinâs lap with a happy gurgle. Din sighed, placing a hand on the childâs head. "Never again," he said, his voice resolute. But as Din turned away, Bo-Katan couldnât help but smile. She didnât need to be Force-sensitive to know he was smiling too, hidden behind the beskar.
Day 13 and 14: Cara Dune and Din Djarin in "Win and Lose" for Augtickletober2024
Summary: Having been working together for a few weeks, Cara suggests to Din to learn a new game, and the winner gets to choose what happens to the lose. Who will win and who will lose?
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if thatâs not your thing, donât read. All fluff. Ler: F Lee: M
Cara Dune had been working with Din on some missions the past few weeks. They became as much as friends as you could be to a Mandalorian. She had quite the sense of humor and brought out more a lighter side of Din than he even knew he had.
In between missions, they would stop at some backdoor village and hang low for a while. Grogu was always there with them. They played a few games with each other and swapped old war stories. Things had gotten a little stale lately and Cara wanted to make everything more fun again.
"Let's play a game neither one of us have ever played together and the winner gets to pick what the loser has to do!" Cara explained as they both were sitting back against a rock, watching the kid find things and play with them. They had been on this planet for about a week and there was nothing interesting going on at all! They all were getting a little buggy.
"What kind of game?" Din asked in his raspy voice, still looking straight ahead as the kid was waddling around.
"I dunno?" She shrugged. "Do you know any or remember any card games or anything?"
"Sure."
"Great! What do you want to play?" Din explained a card game he learned as a kid. It wasn't a hard one and Cara picked up quickly on it. They went a few practice rounds with each other.
"Alright, this is the one we will count now! Winner gets to have the loser do anything!"
"Sounds fair." Din said as he shuffled the cards. "What did you have in mind?" Cara shrugged.
"You have to pick something that the other person wouldn't normally do or want to. Nothing too crazy though!" She said with a smirk, squinting her eyes. "And don't worry, I won't make you take your helmet off!"
"I wouldn't agree to that anyway."Â They both were sitting there in silence trying to think of something, when they heard Grogu laugh hard at a bug that landed on his neck, tickling him.
"That wamprat is so cute sometimes!" Cara said, Din nodding his head. She instantly had an idea. Not too embarrassing but doubted if Din had any clue about it recently. "I got mine!"
"Me too."
"You first!" Cara nodded at Din.
"For the next week, you will be babysitting the kid each night and I can do patrol."Â He calmly said, crossing his arms, leaning back as if pleased with himself.
"That's it? Are you sure?"
"Yes, that'll give me a break."
"Ok, if that's what you really want! Jeeze Din, I thought you'd have me clean the ship or something." She grinned, Din looking straight at her.
"So, what do I have to do?" He asked her calmly, not worrying about anything. Â
"Um, well, yeah. You're a lot nicer than me....." she trailed off, leaning forward on her knees, rubbing her hands together. "See it just occurred to me I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, like really laugh!"
He starred back at her, not flinching or saying anything.
The silence was killing her.  Nothing seemed to bother this guy!
"So, you were going to tell me some jokes or something?"Â Â
She leaned in to slap his knee. "No, I was going to tickle you, for one minute though! Is that ok."
Din stayed still but shrugged his shoulders. "Who says I'm...." he cleared his throat, "ticklish?"
"You even struggling to say that means you are! I'll just have to find out where!"
Din now leaned in to her. "Only if you win."
"Only WHEN I win!" She had to win, she was thinking. This new found suspense was killing her.
The game was close and they each had one more play left. High card would win that round and would win the game. Din's breathing stayed completely in control, and Cara was leaned back with a cocky smile. She knew she had him and had the worst poker face ever.
"Well, is it time to see?" Din sighed, and put his hand over his card, looking back up at her. Â
"You first." He nodded at her. She slammed back down her card which gave her one of the highest points in the game. Din slowly dropped his down to his in defeat. She was so giddy, she couldn't contain her excitement.
"Double or nothing?"Â He asked, his voice slightly shaking.
"Nu-uh. I win, you lose and fair is fair. What's the matter? I thought you weren't ticklish!"
"I never said that...." his voice trailed off.
"But you insinuated it!" She stood up and walked over to where Din was now standing. He looked down on her strong stature and his heart was racing. He really couldn't remember if he was or not, and that's what scared him most. He was also almost covered in armor completely, so he felt good with that.
"Well, arms up, buttercup!" She said, cracking her knuckles, looking like she was going to get ready for a fight or something. "And you can't fight me off, for at least a minute!" She pointed her finger at him.
Din sighed, nodded and put his hands behind his head as he so many other times, but not for this reason.
"Ready?" He nodded not saying anything. The only thing that would have been better if she could see his face like she did on Moff's ship. She'll take this for now though.
"Ok, here we go." He thought she would start slowly but she immediately reached out for his sides, squeezing around his ribs, not super hard but not gently. He felt little shivers, and looked ridiculous and he shifted back and forth, but still no laughing. He was so glad for his helmet, because he must have had the most ridiculous face on him.
"What, no laughter yet? What about here?" Her hands shot down to his hips and lower tummy region. Now this had him stumble back and arch forward for a second until he was now pinned against a tree. A small gasp left his mouth.
"Oooo, we almost got one there!" She said, pulling her hands back. He felt like he could breath now and that's when her hands shot to his armpits and his arms crashed down pinching her hands into his ticklish skin covered in cloth. "Wa-wa-waaaittt.... Ccccaaa-rrraaaaâŠâŠÂ Nahahahaaaaaa!" Â
"Wait for what? You smashed my hands down! I can't move them, see?" She said playfully. Then she finally heard the start of giggles. She couldn't let them stop so she squeezed harder, and he buckled down, knees hitting the ground. He started to curl up into a ball. Â
She thought he was handling this pretty well since he easily could have thrown her off him. Well, maybe not easily.
"What's the matter, Din? Something you need to say?"
"No-noooo, iiittt''ssss jjjjuuussssttt allllll lot!"Â He barely got out.
"Well, I only have a few more seconds, and she grabbed hard onto the inside of his thighs. That did it! He jumped and kicked. She had to effectively pin him quickly between her legs so she could keep grabbing that area. Â
"Ddddduuu nnnnnneeee, naaaanaahanmnaaaaa.... noooooooo, ahhahahahhaahahahaaahhhhhhhh! Kriiiiiiiffffffff!!" Â
"Did you just swear at me? That wasn't very nice!" She laughed as she said that. "I didn't realize you were so ticklish. I didn't think Mandos could be!" A few more squeezes and he was trying to kick out of her arms. She finally let go and he laid on the ground breathing hard under his mask. Â
Cara stood up and reached down to help him up, which he swatted his hand at hers to get away. "Rude!" She kicked at his leg. "Never let anyone know how ticklish you are! You'll get mocked at the member only meetings for sure!" She mocked.
He just laid in stillness as she stood over him. Grogu waddled up to his helmet and petted it. "Hey little guy! I found a new game to play with your dad!" She said sweetly to him.
"Shut up Dune."Â He mumbled.
He finally got up and was stable again, with Grogu in his arms. "What do you think kid, should we give her a taste of her own medicine?" Â
Grogu looked back with his big black eyes, pointed at her and said "Patu!"
"My thoughts exactly."Â He walked over to her, and she started to take off running into the woods.
"Gotta catch me first Mando!"Â He stopped in the tree line, looked back down at Grogu.
"You think you can get her back, buddy?"Â He nodded, closed his eyes, reached out his hand and.................
Day 9: Din Djarin and Moff Gideon in "Wake Up!" for Augtickletober2024
Summary: Din is captured by Moff Gideon and his crew. Moff wants to know where Bo Katan and Grogu are. Din will never give them upâŠ..maybe.
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if thatâs not your thing, donât read. Tickling is a means of torture in this fic, just a heads up. I just wanted to try to write something a little darker. Ler: Droid, Lee: M
Din Djarin, the most feared Mandalorian in the galaxy, slowly opened his eyes and looked around through his visor. He saw an empty, cold room, but nothing else. As he shifted, he realized his arms were restrained to the side like a T, and he was slightly leaning back on an angle. His legs were locked down too. He shivered and also realized that he only had his helmet on and his pants. Everything else was bare.Â
Starting to sweat, he looked around more rapidly, waking up more, and pulling at all his restraints. Where was he? He didnât remember anything before this. He heard a door open from the side and turned his head towards the noise.
âWell, well. Finally awake, are we?â It was Moff Gideon, walking slowly to him. A droid floating next to him followed. He recognized it as an interrogation droid.
âMoff, to what do I owe the pleasure?â Dinâs scrapy voice through the helmet echoed in the room.
âWell, your little clan of followers it seems has been evading my crew. Fortunately, we stumbled upon you!â Moffâs hands were clasped as he stood next to the stretched out Mandalorian. âIt seems like you would be a good bargaining chip, of if nothing else, a good snitch.â
âYou might as well give up now. Iâll never tell you anything of importance.â
âOh, I know this. I also know that certain interrogation methods do not work against you, since you were so barbarically trained as a foundling.â Din just stared at his captor.
âYou really like to hear yourself talk.â Din pointed out plainly.
âYes, I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. However, time is of the essence. I need to know where you are hiding my little friend, Grogu, is it?â Din continued to stare as if waiting for something to happen.
âDo you really thinking just asking me politely I would give him up?â
âWell, what about Bo, will you kindly let me know where she is, so I can take back my dark saber?â
There was a long pause. âNo.â
âOf course not. So, here we stand.â Moff turned to walk away to the droid at his side and pressed a few buttons. He turned back around, and the droid moved in on Din and stopped.
Din leaned his head fully back, bracing himself that whatever torture this droid would be programmed to do. Even though he had been prepared for the worst, he still had to mentally stay strong, or he would lose his grip. His body flexed.
The droid moved into position as Moff stood there, with a small grin, like he enjoyed this. The droid reached out an arm to Dinâs exposed torso and Din flexed, ready for the pain to shoot through his body.
What happened instead made him jerk harder than he thought possible and gasped through his helmet. The droid vibrated gently at the lower part of his ribcage, which seemed to send a pulse through him. It didnât hurt, but he didnât like it.
âWh-what the kriff was that?â Din gasped.
âI figured you Mandalorians were used to such brutal beatings and such, I thought we could try a moreâŠâŠâŠgentler approach.â As he said that the droid did it again but in a slightly different spot and it lasted a second longer. Din tried to twist away from it with no prevail. He gasped again but bit his lip from saying anything.
âSee, this is how this will work. My little droid is going to do this to you, all over your poor exposed body until it finds the perfect spot. And then it will keep going until you either pass out or come clean.â Moff reached over and put a hand on the Mandalorianâs exposed shoulder, squeezing it softly.Â
The droid kept tickling him different spots around his torso, with different vibration types. âI-I donât understand wh-what is ha-happening to me meee.â Din struggled to get the words out, starting to breathe harder.Â
âOf course you donât! Why would you ever be tickled? What purpose would that serve?â
The droid was now near his soft mid-section, where he was breathing hard, and his stomach was moving up and down faster. Din looked down at the droid as he stuck his little mobile arm into Dinâs belly button and started swirling it around.
âAghhh, nonnooooo!â He yelled, turning his stomach left and right, trying to evade. Just as this was happening, he didnât seem to notice the other two arms that were moving towards his armpits, each with their only little finger devices. âNaaahahahaaaaa,waaiaiaaaaiiitttt!â
âWait for what? Do you have something to tell me?â
âNooooo, neeevveeerrrrrr!â
âI would save your breath, as this little guy here has quite the battery life.â Moff said, turning towards it and petting the top like it was a sweet little animal. The droid had three arms all playing with his mid-section and under his arms.Â
Just when din felt like he got a handle on thigs, they would move slightly to a different area and continue, throwing the poor Mandalorian off guard.
âGggrrrraaaahhhhhh!â There were just noises coming out. Yelling, with a few small laughs. Then Din heard something that made him get even more uncomfortable. Two more droids looking exactly like the one that had been with him rolled up.Â
The first new droid stopped where the top of his pants met his hip bones, and the other one stopped at his exposed feet.
âWait, wait, noonooooo!â His yells fell upon deaf ears. The one at his hips started to probe at his hip crevasses and the one at his feet, started moving tiny appendages in and out of his toes, trying to get bigger reactions. âBaaahahahahahahaaa, nanahahahahhahan noooooooooo!!!!âÂ
This was maddening! He had never been tickled like this before and his body that was prepared for harden blows were receiving small vibrations and âmassagingâ techniques. He felt like his brain was going to explode.
Every time he shifted, they shifted too, constantly moving from one place to another. His feet were the worst though. They felt like they were on fire! He kept scrunching his toes and trying to kick at nothing, because his ankles were strapped down. He felt like he was going to pass out or go crazy.
âStoo-tttoopppppppp! Nonooooooo, hahaahhahhaaaaa! Ahahhahahahahaaaaa!â He couldnât help it. It was all he could do from actually dying he felt. He was just screaming at that point. His voice was getting raspy, and he felt like his mouth had sand in it. It was horrible!
âDid you say stop, Din? I couldnât quite understand you?â The droids didnât stop, and Din couldnât even find the words anymore. His brain was melting. Moff leaned in really close to the back of the table so he could talk right into Dinâs ear and not get head butted. âI will walk away and come back in a few hours. This will give you time to think about it.â
Din seemed to panic. He really couldnât take anymore. A few hours, he was thinking? He didnât know if he could last a few more minutes! The droids were absolutely destroying him. Vibrations on his soft soles, up and down his rib cage, into his hip bones and on his tummy. His whole body flexing, trying to move out of the way and it seemed it was just getting heavier and heavier.
He was laughing and screaming at the same time for Moff to stop, but he walked away, leaving him with his two torturers.
And then from a distance he kept hearing his name. He started to go limp. âDin, Din?â Someone was calling out.
âDin, Din, wake up! Din Djarin, wake up right now!â Bo Katan was standing over Din shaking the limp Mandalorian. He was gasping for air and screaming. He finally jumped up and looked around, only to see Bo and Grogu, who was pointing at him. He was breathing heavily.
âAre you ok? You were screaming! And maybe laughing, but that could have bene your helmet. What kind of dream were you having?â She asked with a concerned voice, her hand lightly touching his arm. He jumped and then stood up fast.
âNothing, nothing. Just a bad dream.â He reached down to pick Grogu up and the little guy pointed again and said âPatu.âÂ
Din lifted him up in his arms, hugged him and said, âI know. Iâll never give you up buddy.â
I love hearing laughs, any variant of that beautiful sound, omg it sounds like a harmonious song for my ears! but especially when ppl are getting tickled and they are desperate while they let out this wonderful sound. And even more if they try to spell words between it. "WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO PLEHEHEHASE" awwww (â§ăźâŠ) đ
Ler mood is on rn, Lees watch your back, i may catch you by surprise ^^! It's my time to shine now... before it ends â° ~ /hj /silly /t
Okay, Iâm not even gonna give a good explanation for this awkward mess. Long story short, I re-watched Killing Joke (not the greatest movie, I realize that, but I do appreciate it) and domestic Bruce x Joker filled my thoughts so this shit happened. Iâm sorry.
