JESUS I didn't realize I haven't posted in like a whole fucking year 😭😭🤚 I don't know WHY I just straight up stopped reblogging and posting 😭😭
Ik no one really comes onto this blog (now especially since yk, dead ass blog, and mostly reblogs) but idk I felt like I had to say something before I resume my shenanigans.
Long story short— found some ler headcanons for a video game character, got curious bc I was like "This looks like the kind of character I would like" and unfortunately I was RIGHT and suddenly I'm obsessed with him and mildly fixated on the game he's from and literally bought it and everything too and it's genuinely ridiculous.
There will be more on that real soon now that I'm gonna be reblogging A LOT of stuff that I've been reading, even stuff I had to read multiple times 😭🤚 I might even start writing too? I'm not entirely for sure, just bc I have a fanfic blog and idk if I'd have the time and energy to juggle writing for both that one AND this one. But it's definitely something I'd be interested in... I just need to get past the embarrassment... yea...
Headcanons though? Yea that sounds feasible, usually quick and easy unless I get TOO into it 😭🤚
So... Prime Asset roulette huh.... how do feel about that 😎
– Cherry
GO AWAYYYYYYY CHERRY /pos
we’re feeling sooooo fucking good about it
your reply about one walking in on another wrecking you……god you’re evil
and would they mind their own fucking business and leave? absolutely not they’re also joining in UGHHHHH
example: gooseberry softly tickling you all gentle and sweet and mf coyle walks in like “well shit don’t mind if i do” and you KNOW you’re screwed and it’s gonna get 10x more intense
ten minutes pass by and gooseberry has to leave, AND IN COMES LILIYA LIKE DAMN
Right like at first they think maybe you triggered a trap or something and follow the shrieking, only to find you squirming on the ground and they immediately go "Omg free real estate"
ALSO ONE PA LEAVING JUST TO BE REPLACED BY ANOTHER ONE 😭😭 LIKE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YALL COMING FROM DAMN
Speaking of Coyle I can't help but feel like he's way too prideful and refuses to let up on the reagent only for the other PAs to be like "WE WANT A TURN FUCKING MOVE HILLBILLY"
an: yayyyy more ler coyle! thanks for the request! enjoy!
'Rest darlin'. I'll come back for ya' later for round two.'
Those words played in your head every day for a week after your encounter with the police officer in the Courthouse. Something about his tone; it was flirtatiously teasy, and for a reason that you couldn't conclude, it drew you in. You knew the prime assets were highly charismatic, alluring in victims with a magnetic, charming facade. 'Don't let it get to you.' You always told yourself that before starting a trial.
Well, it clearly wasn't working now.
No amounts of distractions could deter your focus from Coyle. His words, the names he used towards you, that sadistic smirk; it all made your stomach twist with something of excitement and anticipation. You couldn't help the small blush that appeared with every sudden thought. He was attractive, you'd give him that. But you hadn't felt like this before. Part of you wanted to see him again, to see his teasy grin and hear the words of endearment. Maybe you could see what hid underneath those sunglasses of his. And if you got lucky, you could feel his hands all over y-
No. No no no. Don't be ridiculous. It's all just manipulation. A simple, trivial effort to bait and kill.
But, he did spare you. That's what made you question everything. He could've brought out that baton and put it right up to your E.S.O.P, sending fifty thousand volts coursing through your body and frying you whole until you were nothing but a smoking corpse on the floor. He let you live and escape though. Round two, you thought. Was he actually wanting to see you again?
Another week had now passed, coming up on over two weeks since you've seen Coyle. You had actively been avoiding his trials while you fought between the two sides of yourself. On one hand, you wanted to give in to this attraction; to go visit him, see what happens, if he'd actually even remember you. The contrary, though, you wanted to ignore these thoughts; forget the odd interaction, forget his teases, that smirk, his hands, how it wasn't that big of a deal.
Unfortunately, you had avoided his trials so much that Doctor Easterman took notice. Of course he did, he saw everything. The bastard had sentenced you to only Coyle trials for a few days. Alone. Maybe he saw the events that went down in the Courthouse halls, curiosity and amusement driving him to make that decision.
Part of you internally sprung with excitement, stomach fluttering with the idea of last time's events reoccurring. It would just be you and him in there. The other half wanted to focus on the objective; just get it done and prove to Easterman that you were capable of returning from Coyle's trial environments unscathed and unbothered.
The day had come. It was a simple trial, really. All you had to do was find the keys and change the film reel in the Police Station. You'd done this one before, it should be an easy in and out. So as you sat in that uncomfortable chair in the shuttle, you wondered how this was going to go. Just stay focused. This attraction will pass. It's nothing.
You stepped foot out of the shuttle, arriving in the top floors of the Police Station, where a long hallway led you to the first key. You went down the steps and into the auditorium, surrounded by uniformed mannequins and a film reel that played some sort of tape. You used the key on one of the rolling doors and grabbed the next two keys, ready to go find the reel and get out of this place.
Some time had passed as you treaded through the floors of the station, stealthing past ex-pops and avoiding the electric traps that were scattered all around the floors. You hadn't seen Coyle once yet, nor even heard the sound of his baton crackling in the distance. The thought of him lingered in the back of your mind, which made your stomach flutter with anticipation, but you pushed that feeling down with a quick shake of your head and a redirect of your focus.
With just a few keys, you found the film reel in the basement. You hated when it was down there; it took forever to lug it all the way back up to the top floor. Either way, you were almost finished now, so you trudged back up the stairs. You were growing a bit nervous; however, for the cocky officer was nowhere to be seen. Did he know you were here? Was he avoiding you? Some sort of disappointment panged in your chest at the thought of that question.
After about ten minutes, you made it back to the top floor. You rounded the corner of the hallway to the doors of the auditorium. Pausing in your tracks, you stood a few feet away from it with a raised brow, confusion showing on your face. Did you close the doors behind you before you went to find the reel? Usually, you wouldn't do that. But maybe you were so caught up in staying on task that you did it mindlessly. So with a shrug, you opened one of the doors and went in, swapping the film reel with a huff of physical exhaustion.
'No sight of Coyle', you thought. Maybe he really was avoiding you. Why did that disappoint you so much? You sighed with a shake of your head.
You spun on your heel, ready to go back to the shuttle, when you jumped with a small gasp at the unexpected figure in front of you. The cop stood in front of the doors with his hands on his belt buckle, blocking your only exit. He had that same shit-eating smirk on his fast like before, which made your stomach twist and skin run cold. His black aviators stared at you, and you could see your own nervous figure in the reflections of them.
"Aw, well look who we have here." His tone was that of a devilish one, amusement hidden beneath the surface of it.
You swallowed anxiously, biting the inside of your cheek as you stood there in silence. You had nothing to say, really, too nervous and shy to give him a response. He took your silence as an answer though, stepping forward slightly as his boots thudded against the wooden floor. He titled his head to the side with an even bigger grin. "You been avoiding me now?"
You shook your head slightly, lips straightening to a tight line as you took one, small step backward as he got closer. "N-no." You internally cursed yourself for stuttering, for showing him the worry on your face. He let out a small chuckle.
"You lookin' a little tense there."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't. That smirk, that same exact one from weeks ago, was plastered on his face with no hint of removal any time soon. You didn't want him to see how he was affecting you, how the hairs on the back of your neck stood at his tone. So, with all the courage you could muster up, you narrowed your eyes and challenged him. "I'm not tense. You're looking a bit rougher than before."
Coyle titled his head down, eyes squinting at you behind his sunglasses. His smile showed his tobacco-stained teeth. "Aw, trying to play all cool and collected. I can see right through it, honey."
There was one of those names again. The way it dripped off his tongue with ease made your stomach flip. He stood up tall, his baton swinging from its holster on his hip. You were about to say something else when he interrupted you, moving forward with his hands out next to him. "Let's cut the small talk, huh? I told ya I'd be back for round two." His voice suddenly became quieter and more sinister. "And here I am."
You had no time to register his words before he was lunging for you. You just narrowly missed his hands grabbing out for you. With a shriek, you dipped away from him and ran out of the auditorium. You heard him cackle behind you before heavy footsteps followed you out the doors. "Oh, you gonna make me work for it? Whatever you like, sweetness."
Your legs carried all of your weight as they ran forward with exertion, cutting a tight corner and sprinting down the length of the corridor. You weren't entirely sure why you were making a chase out of this; you expected this to happen if you'd come into contact with him. And both of you knew you had been the slightest bit excited for it, not that you'd ever admit it out loud.
It wasn't very far you made it down the hall before your leg tripped over something cold and hard. You went tumbling with a yelp, crashing against the floor. You turned on your back to see Coyle towering over you, his baton in hand as he smirked down at you. Oh, fuck. This wasn't what you were expecting. He really was going to electrocute you to your death.
Coyle used his free hand to lean down and grab your ankle, dragging you towards his frame and standing over your waist. You put your hands out in front of you, hoping to use them as some kind of defense. You thought it was over, that he wasn't sparing you this time. But, as the officer snickered under his breath, he put his weapon back in its place on his hip. He settled down atop your hips, quickly grabbing your outstretched hands and placing them under his knees.
You looked up at him in terror, but a wobbly smile made its way on your face as you tugged on your restrained hands. You shook your head, incoherent sounds of half-giggles and please bubbling to the surface of your lips. Coyle's hands landed on your sides, making you jerk at the touch. He held them still as he cooed at your nervous figure. "Oh, don't act like ya' didn't want this."
His fingers dove into your waist right after, scribbling against your sides and making you squeal before falling into airy giggles. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, pulling on your hands and kicking your feet out. Coyle chuckled at your immediate reaction, smirking down at you and digging his fingers in more. "Jus' as sensitive as before."
You could already feel your face heating up at his tease. Good thing you had the excuse of his hands tormenting your sides so you didn't have to look at him. You could just hear the smirk on his face. Seeing it would've made it all feel ten times worse.
The scribbling at your sides turned into squeezes up and down the length of it, making you shriek and buck your hips. His legs seized tighter around your thighs to steady himself on top of you, hands only becoming more restrained under the weight of his knees. Your giggles became more high-pitched and louder in volume, smile wide in an open-mouthed manner.
"C-Cohohoyle!"
He hummed at your giggly plea of his name, raising a brow and tilting his head down at you, not letting up with his rapid pinches. "What is it, honey?"
You whined in between your laughter at the pet name, which earned you a chuckle from the officer above you. You shook your head, peeking an eye open to gaze up at him. His smirk made your stomach flutter, which only added to the blush on your face. "Dohohon't!"
"Don't? I thought ya wanted this, hmm?"
You couldn't dare to look at him anymore, so you squeezed your eyes shut again and turned your head to the side, giggles spewing past your lips. "N-nohoho!" That was a blatant lie he saw right through.
He snickered above you. "I think that blush on yer pretty face is giving you away, darlin'."
His hands snaked to your stomach, deft fingers wriggling softly above your shirt and causing your giggles to die down some. You sucked in a breath, teeth gritted against one another as small titters emitted from your squirming frame. His touch was lighter now, making you suck in to try and deter his hands. It failed though, as he just sunk his fingers in more and scribbled them on your middle.
"You been too nervous to see me? That why you were ignoring me?"
You squealed as he hit a sensitive spot on your lower stomach. "I-I wahahasn't ihihignoring youehehe!" He chuckled and shook his head, focusing on the spot that made you squeal and digging his fingers in more.
"Ya' can't lie to me, sweetness. I was losing my patience, but I knew ya'd be back soon enough. You missed me."
You shook your head in between squeaky giggles, letting out tiny squeals when he dug his fingers in suddenly in random patterns. Your torso writhed under him, stuck between his legs with no where to go. You felt like your face was going to melt off with how warm it was, the heat creeping up your ears and trailing down your neck. To deviate from giving him a response, you kept giggling instead.
Coyle snickered. "It's alright, I know yer too shy to admit it."
His hands strayed from your stomach, inching further downward and finding vacancy on your hips. You gasped, giggles spiking up again and waist making a bigger effort to squirm around. Your reactions got his attention, as he smirked and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, I remember this lovely little spot. Made ya shriek. Gave away this little weakness of yer's."
Coyle's thumbs drilled into your hip bone, making you cry out as you threw your head back with the same gasp as last time. Your heavy laughter echoed around the floor of the station, reverberating off the thin walls and prompting the cop to snicker. "Nahahahohoho!"
"Don't act like you ain’t loving this.”
It was then that you came to the final realization that, yeah, you were enjoying this, as odd as it may be. The walls you built up around that thought had come crashing down. Even though you refused to tell him that, it wasn't very concealed by the bright grin on your face. Coyle noticed though, as the tugging on your arms seemed to seize for the most part, and your smile and blush only became more evident. He saw the slight shift in your demeanor, how you almost relaxed into his touch. It made him grin.
You heard him snicker. "Oh, I see it now. Ya didn't want to admit it to yerself."
You said nothing as he kept speaking, too embarrassed and too giggly to get any words of a rebuttal out. "You jus' couldn't wait for me to get my hands all over ya..."
His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips while his other fingers curled around your waist, digging into your lower back. A shrill squeal sounded from you and you only laughed louder. His teasing was driving you mad, making you blush harder and scrunch your nose up. The feeling jolted up your torso as you bucked your hips to the best of your ability. "I don't take lightly to people ignoring me though. I got feelings too, ya know."
The hands on your hips went away as they dove straight onto your ribs. You shrieked at the sudden contact, arching your back up and falling into shrill laughter as your body slammed against the floor once more. His fingers were merciless, scribbling and prodding and digging into the divots. Coyle chuckled at your shriek, staring down at you with a wide smirk. "Jesus, this driving you crazy?"
You nodded your head through hearty yelps, writhing left and right as he poked your most sensitive ribs. He hummed, leaning down next to your ear and blowing it in gently before speaking. "Fuckin' good."
The warm breath in your ear caught you by surprise, making you jerk your head away from him with a squeak. He took notice of the sound, following your head and repeating the same blowing motion. His hands stayed on your ribs, fingers still tickling ruthlessly. You squeaked again, bubbly giggles intermixing with your boisterous laughter. "Aw, what a pretty noise," Coyle chuckled, "Be good an' do it for me again, huh?"
You whined through your laughter, head already the farthest it could go with your restrained self underneath him. He snickered at your whine, fingers slowing to light scribbles against your upper ribs. You giggled loudly without a stop in sight and gave him the same squeal when his beard touched down against side of your neck.
"W-wahahahait! C-Cohohohlylehehe!"
He said nothing as he laughed along with you, his breath puffing directly into your ear and causing your shoulders to shake with titters. He dipped lower, purposefully rubbing his beard against your exposed skin. The close proximity made your stomach flutter, along with making your blush burn brighter. He could surely feel the heat radiating off them at the closeness. The itchy sensation on your neck caused another squeal to rip out of you, along with soft giggles as you tried your hardest to squirm away. "C-COYLE!"
His lips brushed against your ear. "What is it, sweetness?"
Another flip in your stomach. "Ehehe-enohohohough!"
He pulled back slightly, turning his head up to grin at your reddened and giggly face. "I'm just givin' ya exactly what you wanted."
There was a brief hesitation from you before you giggled out again. "Nohoho m-mohore!"
He hummed in thought, sitting back up and stilling his fingers on your ribs. You greedily took in as much air as your lungs would allow, grateful for the small break. Your chest heaved up and down as small giggles spewed out from the after feeling. Your eyes opened to glance up at him, seeing that teasy grin as he studied your face. You pursed your bottom lip out in a sudden shyness at the way he was looking at you, titling your head away from him. He chuckled softly and brought a hand up to grab your chin, forcing your head back towards his direction. "Aw, darlin'. Don't get all bashful on me now."
Your lips were held in a tight, wobbly grin as he held your chin, constraining you to look up into his aviators. He pulled his hand back, bringing it down to run a single finger up your side. You squeaked and twitched away from it, a giggle sounding from your chest. His smile was softer, but only for a brief moment, before he smirked again. "I don't think I'm done with ya yet, and I don't think yer' ready for me to be done, hm?"
You did nothing but giggle as he kept his index finger gliding up and down your side. You shook your head, which you weren't sure was a gesture of no or yes, but he took it as a confirmation and chuckled. His other fingers joined in at your waist, switching to scribbling all around your side. Your giggles picked up again, along with your squeaks as he brought his other hand up to wriggle against the tops of your ribs.
Coyle grinned ear to ear, his smile threatening to split his face as he took great amusement and pride in reducing you to laughter underneath him. "You just love to dance, huh? I love being the cause of that."
You shuddered as the hand at your side crept around to the side of your back, making you arch up away from the touch. This only further increased the feeling of the fingers on your ribs and you yelped as he hit a sensitive spot on one of the lower divots. You threw your head back as you yelped, your knee coming up to accidentally hit him in the back. He grunted at the impact, but the smirk remained on his face. "You tryin' to hurt me now?"
You shook your head, giggles pouring out as you stammered to speak. "N-nohoho! I'm sohohorry!"
He snickered at your giggle mixed apology. Suddenly, he paused his hands on their reserved spots, peering down at your through his black sunglasses. "Ya know, I didn't get to test any lower than yer hips before I had ya' begging and screaming."
Your eyes shot open at that, head snapping forward at him as you stared through his sunglasses with your mouth slightly agape. A nervous feeling flooded in your stomach, sending shudders up and through your nerves. Your head shook wildly and your struggling under his weight increased. Anticipatory giggles flew out of your mouth as that blush from before made its way onto your cheeks again.
Coyle seemed to perk up more at your panicked reactions, his eyes narrowing at you with playfully ill intent. With that same shit-eating grin, he snickered in amusement. His head titled sideways as slyness plastered itself on his features. "Ooh, what kinda pretty noises you hidin' from me?" His hands crept behind his frame and your breath hitched as you could no longer see them.
"Coho-Coylehehe, p-please! I cahahahan't!"
"Can't what, honey? Can't take it? I'm afraid you'll have to," a deep, hyena-like laugh emitted from him as he said that, making you whine.
More giggles sounded all around the hall. Your whole body tensed as it awaited for its demise. Coyle scooted up more, now straddling your hips so he had better access to your legs. You kicked them out, trying to evade hands that you couldn't see. You pleaded with him through giggly whines and groans. His hands found your thighs, gripping them with a force that held them down in place. "Stop resistin', sweetness. Just doin' ya a favor!"
The piercing scream that ripped from deep within your chest had Coyle taken aback slightly as his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs in rapid, repeating motions. Instantly, you were thrown into heavy cackles, head flinging back as your eyes squeezed shut. The sensation shot through your nerves, making your entire body writhe and legs try their damnest to kick out against his fingers. Coyle hummed in surprise. "Oho, didn't hear that last time. Keep that up for me, yeah?"
Your mouth was open wide as you went silent for a moment before gasping and letting out more boisterous laughter. The heels of your shoes kicked against the floor, the sound of it echoing against the thin walls. Coyle's hands trailed farther up your thighs, pinching their way up and landing right below your hips. He dug his fingers in relentlessly, vibrating into the cloth of your pants. You absolutely howled with laughter, hiccupping between sets of cackles.
Coyle thoroughly enjoyed reducing you to a screaming mess, if the deep, ugly laugh of his was anything to go by. His wide grin was set on your reddened face and tightly shut eyes. "What a pretty sight before me."
You blushed intensely at his compliment, his words making your stomach flutter and smile turn giddy for other reasons than his fingers currently attacking your thighs. You wanted to hide your face, maybe even hope the floor would swallow you whole, but there was nothing you could do except listen and take it.
His hands skittered downwards until they landed on your knees, fingers squeezing the tops of them and prompting a new peal of laughter from you. They tensed under his fingers, muscles tightening and spasming as he pinched them vigorously. "Had enough yet, honey? Or are ya wanting more?"
You shook your head eagerly, gasping with laughter and writhing in earnest. "N-NOHO MORE!"
Coyle snickered and hummed in thought. His smirk turned downright evil as he gazed down at you. "You admit you love this, maybe I let you up."
Your breath hitched in your throat through your high-pitched laughter. No fucking way was he wanting you to say it out loud. That was a hill you'd die on. "NOHOHO WAHAHAY-"
Unfortunately, you might die right then and here if he kept up with those god awful knee squeezes. The sensation was driving you up the wall and way beyond it. Coyle shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, I don't mind makin' ya scream and squeal. I got time. You just say the words, sweetness."
Crimson burned into your cheeks as you contemplated your options. He did already know your enjoyment of this, but it was reaching you towards pure exhaustion. You thought about your pride for a moment, but decided it was all already thrown out the window. Yet, it was still highly embarrassing. You weren't sure if you'd ever recover from it.
You didn't have much time to think though as you felt his hands creep up and spider towards your inner thighs. You only got out an ear-piercing scream of 'no!' before they started squeezing rapidly. The sensation was unlike what you've ever felt before, sparking your nerves and lighting them on fire with such ticklish intensity.
Coyle cooed, zoning in on the area and pinching nonstop. "Aw shit, look at that. Did I find the spot?"
You nodded profusely, laughter hoarse and on the edge of silence. You couldn't even squeeze your legs together, his hands stopping them from moving closer. He pinched up and down the lengths of them, relishing in the way you screamed and cackled. "ENOUGHAHAHA-"
"Ya know what to say, darlin'."
"OKAHAY! IHI ADMIT IHIHIT!"
He smirked, questioning you further with an amused tone. "Admit what?"
You groaned through your laughter, taking in a deep breath and hiccupping. Your stomach ached as it trembled with each sharp laugh you let out. The amount of writhing you were doing was nearing a slower speed. So, even as your face burned with embarrassment, you shouted out what he really wanted to hear.
"I LOHOVE THIHISAHA-"
You went into silent laughter after that, the only thing heard being Coyle's snicker as he stopped his torment on your thighs. You gasped out, panting for much needed air and twitching at the phantom sensations that lingered. You had your eyes closed as you caught your breath, taking in heavy, deep breaths and focusing on regaining your stamina. After a few moments, Coyle poked your stomach, earning him a squeak in response.
You opened your half-teary eyes to peer up at him, trying your best to shoot daggers into his aviators. He only smirked more though, not intimidated in the slightest. He pursed his bottom lip out and cooed. "Aw, tryin' to act so tough."
"Gehet off me."
"Now that's no way to treat an officer. Ya wanting to go again?" His hands found your sides and you yelped, shaking your head and squirming under him.
"No! Noho, I'm sohorry!"
He chuckled and stood up from his place on your hips, standing over you with a sly grin as he watched you lie on the ground in giggly exhaustion. He brought a hand up to tip his crush cap towards you while the other one found his belt buckle. "I think ya owe me a thank you, hm?"
You rolled your eyes at him with a faint blush as you slowly sat up with a huff, getting to your shaky legs and rubbing the dirt off the back of your clothes. "Whatever."
He chuckled, taking a cigarette from his belt and putting it between his lips. "That's alright. I see it in that pretty blush of yer's." Your face only heated more at that.
Grabbing his shock baton, Coyle sparked it to life and brought it up to the end of his cigarette, lighting it before turning it back off and putting it back in its holster. He took in a deep breath before emitting the smoke from his lips, it filling up in the room and making your nose scrunch. There was an awkward silence as Coyle studied your face, your hands coming together to fidget with your fingers as you stared at the floor, biting your bottom lip in shyness.
"Go on, honey. I'm sure I'll be seeing ya again real soon."
You heard him snicker before you glanced up at him with a wobbly smile. "M-maybe..."
You spun on your heel to find the stairs to the exit shuttle, but Coyle's voice sounded behind you once again. "And if I deem yer' avoiding me, I won't be so nice next time."
You didn't turn to look at him, for the blush on your face would surely get you teased by him more. You heard Coyle walk off as you climbed up the steps and treaded towards the shuttle. Next time. The thought of next time made your stomach flutter in anticipation. Perhaps you'd give it a few days before you selected one of his trials again. You didn't want to seem too desperate.
And perhaps Coyle had taken a new liking to you, for he also seemed eager for a next time.
Could we get Ler Coyle and Lee reader please!? I think that would heal me 😭🙏
𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐋𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
an: YESSSS i love ler coyle, thank you so much for the request!! and with the new trailer out yesterday we got this yummy scene of him, you just know i had to turn it into a gif🙏enjoy!!!
"Don't make me chase ya!"
A thick southern drawl yelled from the other end of the courthouse hall where you caught a glimpse of the one and only Leland Coyle. His voice echoed off the walls and you gasped, eyes going wide as they made contact with his dark aviators.
Behind the cherry of his lit cigarette, a sly grin made its way onto his face as he caught sight of your shaking figure in the dim light. One hand on his belt and the other carrying his shock baton, the commencement for your capture begun.
Fuck. You were all out of bricks and bottles, your stun rig useless beyond the deactivator gates. You made a break for it through one of the doors leading to the evidence rooms, the sound of crackling electricity catching up quickly behind you. Your heart rate quickened as you ran down a corridor with a number of small rooms decorating each side.
Careful not to step on any glass as to alert the raged officer, you quickly and quietly maneuvered into a dark room lined with tall metal shelves, which were filled with boxes and police files.
Crouching, you silently made your way deeper into the room, trying to calm your racing heart and control your labored breathing. You hid behind one of the industrial shelves and grabbed onto the cold metal to steady yourself. From somewhere outside, you heard a deep chuckle and the sizzle of the baton dragging across the wall.
"Don't string me along, honey. Where'd ya go?"
If you hadn't heard of the sadistic and corrupt officer from the other reagents' stories of their trials, you probably would've believed the almost innocent and dulcet tone of his question. You held your breath as you picked out his shadow and blue sparks striding past the door through your night vision goggles.
Shit. Your goggles were almost out of juice, and of course you weren't carrying a battery. You scouted up and down the shelves for a battery, but you weren't lucky in your search. The faint beeping of the low battery signal became faster and in just a quick few moments, the room was pitch black.
Luckily, you didn't hear the heavy footsteps of leather boots striking the wooden floors, so he must've gone and searched somewhere else. You let out a small sigh of relief and closed your eyes, giving yourself a moment to collect the pieces of your crazed brain.
You stood from your crouched position and were careful to avoid knocking any boxes off the shelves. Squinting, you could barely make out the space around you and slowly backed up with your hands stretched out by your sides. If you could just manage to find the do-
You gasped as you backed into a hard figure, the smell of copper and cigarettes infiltrating your nose.
"Gotcha."
A screech sounded from your lips as you jumped forward and spun around, coming face to face with Coyle, few mere feet separating the two of you. Coyle let out a snicker and you barely made out his figure slowly stalking towards you. "Ain't nowhere to run now, sweetheart."
You turned on your heels and tried to make a break for it out of the dark room, but it was too late. his hand snuck around your waist and pulled you backward. You gasped and twisted in his grasp, but his surprising strength was no match to yours.
He kept you close to his body as he retreated to a broken window that led out of the room and back into the dim hallway. Dammit. So that's how the sneaky bastard caught you.
Bringing his other hand up and attaching it to your side, he dragged your body out of the window. To sustain your writhing torso and kicking legs, he steadied his hand and applied pressure near your hip. The sudden touch on your lower side made you gasp and twist, a tiny giggle escaping your lips.
Oh fuck. You did not just do that in front of him.
You were frozen in fear as he dropped your body on the cold wooden floor, turning you on your back and straddling on top of your waist. His cigarette flittered around between his lips, which spread into a smirk. He took a long drag of the cigarette before taking it between his fingers and throwing it somewhere behind him. His black sunglasses stared down at your wide eyes and he raised an eyebrow.
"What was that pretty lil' noise ya just made, huh?"
You stared up at him in silence, mouth agape with a loss for words.
"You a little shy, ain't you?"
His fingers came down next to your torso and he pinched your side with his thumb and forefinger. You gasped at the same feeling and rushed your hands down to push his away, a small squeak pushing past your lips. Coyle shook his head and retracted his hand, chuckling at your panicked behavior. "Oho, don't tell me yer' ticklish, darlin'."
"I...p-please let me go.."
"Ooh, beggin' already. Look at ya, all helpless and squirmin' underneath me. Gonna make a mess outta you. Teach ya not to run from me."
A small embarrassed blush spread to your cheeks and you renowned your efforts in getting him off you. Unfortunately, Coyle grabbed both your wrists into one of his hands, leaning over you to put them above your head.
He leaned his head down, face inches away from yours. Your breath quickened as you looked up into his sunglasses. You searched for his eyes, and even though you couldn't see them, you knew they were looking down into yours, dark and sinister.
"Was gonna use this," his free hand patted his shock baton equipped to the holster on his side, "but I think I'll have more fun breakin' ya with my bare hands."
"No! C-Coyle, please noho...I'm sorry!" You watched as his hand crept up to your side again and you shook your head, an anticipatory smile spreading across your face. He rested his fingers in the space between your back and your ribs, ready to strike any second.
"It's too late to apologize, honey."
And with that, Coyle's fingers dug into your side and sent a ticklish shock jolting through your whole body. You let out a squeal and fell into giggles, pulling your arms down with no luck in escaping his tight hold.
His fingers skittered lower and pinched at the skin above your hip through your thin shirt. Your legs kicked out behind Coyle, shoes slamming into the floor.
"Nohoho, ple-plehease!"
Coyle snickered. "Bad spot, huh?" He doubled his efforts and dug deep into your hip bone, thumb rubbing back and forth and making you go crazy. You threw your head back in loud laughter, arching your back up into him.
He was relentless with his squeezing, not letting up for even a second. He strengthened his hold on your wrists and pinched back up your side, using the same amount of pressure on your hip.
"Gonna make you squeal." The teasing tone in his deep southern accent made you blush and close your eyes, refusing to look at the mischievous smirk drawn on his lips. Your laughter echoed off the thin walls of the courthouse, and it raised in volume as his hand darted to your ribs.
This is fucking crazy, you thought to yourself. How did you end up with a dangerous prime asset tickling you for god sake?
You weren't sure what would be worse; the pain from his shock baton or the humiliation from him reducing you to a helpless pile of laughter on the floor.
You didn't have much time to think about it as his fingers skittered on top of your ribs, occasionally digging into the spaces between them and making you yelp.
"Nohot there! C-COYLE!"
"I don't think yer' in any position to be makin' demands. You're gonna obey me til' I'm done witcha." You groaned and fell into giggles again as Coyle's fingers wiggled atop your ribs and down to your stomach. You sucked in a breath and tried to evade his fingers, but they followed wherever your torso went.
Suddenly, he stretched his hand out and dug all five fingers into the middle of your stomach, shaking and contracting them harshly. Your eyes shot open again at the feeling and you cackled, bellowing laughter ripping from deep within your chest.
"Look at ya, a motherfuckin' mess on my floor. Look at you dance." With his teasing words, you let out a tiny whine in between your cackling. He chuckled at that and continued his torment on your stomach for a while longer before stopping, keeping his rough fingers splayed on your torso.
You gasped for air as your chest rose and fell quickly. You dared to look back at Coyle and found him smirking down at you, shaking his head slowly before tilting it to the side. "Don't think I'm done with you, sweetness. Hell, I'm just gettin' started."
You barely had time to recover from his last attack before he suddenly let go of your wrists and connected both of his hands to your sides, digging in with a pace quick enough to catch you off guard.
You screamed and dug your heels into the ground, arms crashing down to your sides and grabbing onto his. Unfortunately, you were weakened with laughter, your pushing hands doing nothing to deter his tickling ones.
"I-I cahan't!"
"Oh, I think you can," Coyle chuckled, leaning in to put his face right in front of yours, "and you will."
If he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks, he could definitely feel the heat radiating off them. You refused to look at him, instead looking off to the side or closing your eyes. He hummed and continued to dig into your sides, looking down at your body to view the squirming mess he's made underneath him, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
"Ya sure are sensitive. Gettin' me all worked up with the way you writhing under me."
His hands crawled up your sides and under your arms, digging in with a renowned swiftness. Your laughter went silent for a few seconds as you let go of his hands and slammed your arms tightly to your sides.
You shook your head side to side, swallowing a heap of air before letting cackles out once again. Your laughter was intermixed with squeals and screams, your back arching into Coyle and slamming back onto the floor.
"My god," Coyle seemed taken aback by your reactions and smirked, tobacco stained teeth peaking out from behind his lips, "this must be driving you fuckin' crazy. That's too bad."
He switched back and forth from digging his thumbs into the hollows of your arms and skittering all his fingers lightly under your arms, teetering between hard and soft.
He was right, it was driving you fucking crazy.
The rough and electrifying digging of his thumbs suddenly becoming light and somewhat gentle; it was making your mind hazy and your voice drip on the edge of hoarse.
"F-fuhuck you!"
Coyle abruptly ceased his working fingers, leaving them to rest under your arms and make you twitch at every involuntary flex of the digits. He stared down at you, silent until you made the mistake of looking back at him.
You slowly turned your head to stare into his aviators, unable to see the fiery gaze from behind them. Yet you could feel it from the sudden thick tension in the air around you two. Your lips curled into a nervous smile and you swallowed, taking in shallow breaths to regain some air in your lungs.
"Oh sweetness," Coyle began, tutting with a disapproving shake of his head, "yer' gonna regret that real bad. Gon' make you scream an' cry out for god."
He didn't let you get out any pleas of mercy before bringing a hand down and latching onto your hip, keeping the other one under your arm. In an instant, both hands dug deep into your skin, not letting up for a single moment.
The thumb at your hip drilled into the bone roughly, sending a ticklish shockwave throughout every single nerve in your body. The fingers under your arm sank deep into the hollow, shaking and scratching in a way that could only be deemed as cruel.
"WAHAIT-"
The combination of the two spots drove you past insanity. Any thoughts in your brain were dissolved instantly. You could only let out a deafening scream and succumb to silent laughter afterwards. Your squirming had slowed, save for a few kicks of your legs and small taps to Coyle's arms. Tears threatened to leak from your tightly closed eyes.
"My, what a god damn sight. You were just askin' for this."
You sucked in a deep breath, pushing past all the laughter that stripped itself from deep in your chest and fighting for words.
"PLEHEHEASE, I'M SOHORRY!"
"Aw, yer' begging just like I said you would." He chuckled in between his words. "Ya' learn your lesson yet?"
You nodded wildly. "Y-YEHES! GOD, PLEASE!"
Coyle hummed, not letting up on his attack. "Hm, I ain't sure yet."
After a bit more of his sadistic attack on your hip and underarm, he could see tears running down your pink cheeks and your breathing was getting slower. He slowed his fingers to a halt and removed his hands from your body, resting one on his belt buckle and the other atop his thigh.
You said no words as you lay there underneath him, letting out small coughs and gasping for air. Involuntary twitches ran through your body as you lied stiff and kept your eyes closed, taking in deep breaths and letting your mind uncloud.
"Well shit, look at you. Really did make ya cry. You're lucky I stopped. Couldn't kill a pretty lil' thing like you."
You stayed silent, still unable to form any words from his onslaught. Coyle eyed you warily, giving a quick poke to your side. You gasped and shot your eyes open to stare daggers at him, bringing your hand up to the spot he touched. Coyle let out a deep laugh and retracted his hand.
"Now don't look at me like that. Ya know you liked my hands all over ya'. Didn't ask me to stop once."
You were at a loss for words at that, as if you had any to say before that comment. Your face heated up and you stared down at the ground. "Get off me."
Coyle looked at you, leaning in close and whispering into your ear. "What was that, hun'?"
You shuddered. "...Please."
Coyle chuckled, finally getting off your waist and standing over you, looking down at your body on the floor. "Jesus, ya' really know how to get a man's attention."
With him off your waist, you quickly stood and wiped the dust from your pants, refusing to make eye contact with Coyle. He started walking down the hall, but not before turning back to you with a smirk. "Rest darlin'. I'll come back for ya' later for round two."
With that, Coyle made his way down the hall, humming an old tune and leaving you in the dim-lit hallway. You stood still for a moment, before turning to go back to the shuttle. A small blush formed on your cheeks, making it a dead giveaway that you wouldn't mind his little promise.
Can i request tickle headcanons for leland coyle 🙏
𝐋𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
an: mmm coyle i’ve been waiting for a coyle request mwehehe thank u so much. enjoy!!
cw: this might be just a tad bit suggestive…i got a bit carried away
-sadistic motherfucker, no mercy, you're dead, sorry
-loves straddling your waist as a way to pin you down, either pins your arms above your head or puts them under his knees
-or wait... "be good and keep these arms up" (he eyes his sparking baton next to him, you get the hint)
-that stupid fucking grin get out anddd worst teases okay bye
-"gonna squeal!"
-"nows just you and me gonna have a party"
-"oh sweetness, can't resist my hands, mmh?"
-"look at you dance underneath me, so fuckin' ticklish"
-"wonder if you're just misbehavin' cause you like to be punished" mmgh that voice line kills me
-"ooh, does that tickle? too fuckin' bad"
-"teach you to respect the law"
-sweetness, honey, sweetheart
-maybe a bit of build up, but usually goes straight in finding your worst spots, no spot left untouched
-does this ugly (attractive) cackle as he breaks you with his bare hands, mf enjoys TORMENTING you
-god his hands are rough and calloused and somehow knows exactly where you’re most sensitive
-doesn't do light tickles; he squeezes, tasers, pinches, digs his fingers in
-probably mainly gets your upper body, don't see him going anywhere else except your thighs (he cant help himself)
-that STUPIDDDD BEARD god, puts it to good use
-leans down, rubs his beard on your neck slllllow and presses kisses to your neck, you can feel that stupid grin and his hot breath, only tickling you further
-gets real close to your ear, whispering teases, blowing into it to make you squeak, tracing the shell of your ear with his finger, gtfo
-probably wont stop until he sees tears and you cant breathe
-ermmmm maybe uses his handcuffs, who am i kidding YES HANDCUFFS, gotta keep those hands together somehow
-get the shock baton...i could see him using it at lowest setting, just little sparks on your sides to get a yelp out of you and it TICKLES SO BAD
-will randomly just taser your sides or dig his fingers in your underarms if you're like reaching for something or distracted
-yeah he cant keep his hands off you
-#wantthatneedthat
-alright lets see here, little shit needs it coming back to him tenfold
-and yes hes pretty ticklish, probably a 7/10 MWUAHAHAHA
-i'd say sides and hips most ticklish, GET THAT OLD MAN
-start with light tickles and he'll stutter and try to hold in his giggles (yes he GIGGLES)
-"w-what thaha- FUHUCK"
-"gehet your filthy hands OHOFF MEHE!"
-little grunts and titters, he refuses to give you the satisfaction of his laughter, just keep going...you'll break him
-growls too, but eventually youll hear those giggles flow once he realizes hes too sensitive for this shit
-part of me says you'll need to find a way to hold him down or else he will immediately turn the tables, but also part of me says he would keep his arms out of the way for you (he wants to prove to you he's tough)
-going rough on him? make sure you're on top of him, but be careful he might buck you off with his hips (yes pls)
-speaking of hips, make sure you drill your thumbs into the bone for most effective methods! will throw his had back and do an ugly (attractive) hyena laugh
-smoker lungs, go easy on him (not really tho)
-pretty much ticklish everywhere on his torso, and his tummy MGGFHGHFHGUDF light tracing and scribbling watch that tummy tremble under you
-like to say he has more of a dad bod with a bit of big tummy, GIVE ME THATTTTT
JESUS I didn't realize I haven't posted in like a whole fucking year 😭😭🤚 I don't know WHY I just straight up stopped reblogging and posting 😭😭
Ik no one really comes onto this blog (now especially since yk, dead ass blog, and mostly reblogs) but idk I felt like I had to say something before I resume my shenanigans.
Long story short— found some ler headcanons for a video game character, got curious bc I was like "This looks like the kind of character I would like" and unfortunately I was RIGHT and suddenly I'm obsessed with him and mildly fixated on the game he's from and literally bought it and everything too and it's genuinely ridiculous.
There will be more on that real soon now that I'm gonna be reblogging A LOT of stuff that I've been reading, even stuff I had to read multiple times 😭🤚 I might even start writing too? I'm not entirely for sure, just bc I have a fanfic blog and idk if I'd have the time and energy to juggle writing for both that one AND this one. But it's definitely something I'd be interested in... I just need to get past the embarrassment... yea...
Headcanons though? Yea that sounds feasible, usually quick and easy unless I get TOO into it 😭🤚
Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,
OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands
My pookie🥺 here are some headcanons for my favorite baby gurl currently. None of these pics are mine. I found them off of Pinterest. P.S. this was not proof read.
Lee headcanons
So let’s get one thing clear, this man is not going down without a fight
He’ll be a lot nicer if it’s someone he’s real close to trying to tickle him but like he doesn’t know you very well expect to be punted into a wall
If it’s someone he is super close to, he’ll still put up somewhat of a fight by pushing a shoving at the person but he doesn’t honestly want to hurt them so he’s going easy
He’s super ticklish on his stomach. When Jean was looking at him wounds in the first movie, she ran her hands over his stomach. He pushes her off saying it tickles so guys it’s literally canon fight me
Sometimes if you tickle his stomach long enough, he’ll kick out his leg like a dog would do. It’s super cute to see so I def recommend trying it
He’s got ticklish armpits too but nothing is as bad as his stomach
A contender for most ticklish spot has to be his around his neck, specifically under his chin
It’s hard to get under there because he’ll squish your fingers with his chin and head but if you do manage to do it, he lets out the cutest giggles. Just don’t bring it up that he giggles or he’ll get very upset and most likely will punch you
And just like Hugh, he snorts a lot when he laughs. Wheezes too but that part really depends on where and how long you’ve been tickling him
He reacts more to softer tickles. My man has known nothing but pain and suffering his entire life and he expects that even with tickling. Softly skittering your fingers across his stomach throws him for a loop and he starts to giggle and squirm. The sensation is just so foreign to him that he can’t really build up a tolerance to it. He can’t hold out for very long with the softer tickles and taps out pretty fast
And I’m not saying that rougher don’t get him cause they definitely do. He’s just used to people being rough with him so he can stand those a lot more than the gentle kind. Rougher tickles get him really laughing especially when you dig or massage into a certain place.
Raspberries and nibbles will literally kill this guy so don’t even try. (Please try it I’m begging you). Will usually writhe and buck as hard as he can’t to get the offender off of him but after like three he goes completely limp and just takes it
Surprisingly he does get into moods where he wants to be tickled. He does really like physical touch with those he cares about that doesn’t involve them hurting him. Will never admit to wanting to be tickled though. His go to for getting tickles is playfully annoying you into dishing them out.
He’ll shove at you, mock you, knock you things over, sass you, anything to get you to retaliate. He is so good at it too though. Like you can know what he’s trying to do and try to make him ask for tickles but holy shit can this man get under your skin. Scott knows best I’ll tell you that much.
When he wants so light hearted gentle tickles he’ll go to Jean for them. Her touch is soft and light and makes him giggle as he lays on the exam table. She’s the only one who he allows to see him giggling like that and doesn’t try to hide it from her. She’s super great full he trusts her enough for that and never takes advantage of it.
However when Logan wants some rough, tear jerking tickles he can pretty much go to anyone else in the mansion and piss them off. They get him good and leave him satisfied but his favorite is Scott. Even when being tickled to tears this man is still taunting poor Scott. My man cannot catch a break I’ll tell you that much
Teasing that gets him the most is when you poke fun at what he’s doing. Whether it’s how he’s barely fighting back or the noise he just made or how he’s all squirmy. That never fails to get him to blush. But make sure not to do it too often otherwise he’ll get genuinely insecure about it and make you stop.
As for the Worst Logan, he’s way more stand offish about being tickled. He hadn’t felt anyone tickle him sense his friends had passed and he really missed it but in his mind didn’t deserve to be happy for letting them all down
When he moves in with Wade though, Mr. Deadpool here makes sure he gets his fill of tickles even if it cost him so blood and lots and lots of broken bones.
Still won’t go down without a fight but Worst Logan fights even harder. The claws come out and he starts slashing. Has no remorse for Wade and will cut that guys head off if he can. He’s way more gentle with Laura but he still fights back.
Laura loved to tickle him to get him to relax a little. Her Logan was always so angry and grumpy and with good reason too, but she always wanted to be able to put a smile on his face and now she can! She may not be exactly as strong as him but she’s still pretty damn strong. She’s usually the one to hold his arms above his head while Wade is sitting on his waist to go to town
When he’s been all tickled out, he curls up into a ball to catch his breath. He’ll act like he hated it and call you names but at the end of the day he looks way more relaxed than before. Isn’t a huge fan of being cuddled afterwards and would rather have time by himself to recover. When he does, he’ll pretend like nothing happened and go about the rest of his day.
All and all very cute, very demure little honey badger🥰 10/10
Ler Headcanons
(This picture is absolutely terrifying. He looks like he’s about to come and bite me😭)
Boy you better watch out
This man may have looked all cute and cuddly while being tickled to pieces but when he’s on the hunt for a victim he is scary as hell
You are not getting away from him either. With his heightened senses he’ll pick up your scent in no time. He’s also way faster than the average human being so you’re not out running him either. Best course of action is to just stand that and except your fate🙏
Nothing is more terrifying than being in your hiding place and hearing this beast start sniffing. At this point he already knows where you are and is just messing with you. He’ll pretend to look around and get super close to your hiding spot before backing off and going somewhere else. He’ll repeat this process until either he decides the Lee might explode from anticipation or when he gets bored.
This man will also like let out a growl which is absolutely terrifying. Imagine you’re hiding in a closet and all of a sudden you hear this eerie rumbling noise coming closer and closer. Personally I’d shit my pants but that’s just me 🤷♀️
Will tackle you to the ground if he has to. You’re also not pushing that man off. He’s entire skeleton has metal in it his big ass is like 300 pounds. If he wants you to stay there on the floor you can bet your ass you’re gonna on that floor and you’re not leaving until he’s had enough. And depending on the reason why he was after you in the first place, you may be there for a loooooong time
Uses rough tickles on pretty much everyone. He’ll go a little softer on the kids in the mansion or Jean but he’s still digging in. He likes to latch on to a weak spot and vibrate his hands into it. That or drilling just his thumbs into your spot. It tickles way more than you think it does. And if he feels like it or thinks the Lee really needs it, sometimes he use gentle tickles but it’s very rare. Maybe if he sees you were have a hard day, he’ll sit next to you and pull you into his lap and lightly tickle your across your body. Just don’t get sassy with him or he’ll dig in with no remorse
Oh my god don’t get me started on them raspberries!!! I swear he could kill a man with them. He could blow like 100 and not break a sweat. You on the other hand…. Let’s just say it was nice knowing you😊
What makes his raspberries even worse is them god damn mutton chops. They’re actually pretty soft which makes it worse for his Lee cause it tickles way more than it should. And unfortunately for his victim, he knows this and uses it to his full advantage. He’ll nuzzle into your stomach or neck as he’s blowing raspberry after raspberry. He isn’t stopping until he see tears
He can tell when someone is in the mood for tickles and depending on how he’s feeling in the moment depends on how screwed you are.
If he’s feeling kinda annoyed at the moment prepare to suffer. He will not be going easy on you not matter what you even did to get you into this situation. He actually enjoys making his victims scream and thrash a lot. He thinks it’s hilarious
If he’s feeling playful, he’ll make it seem like you’re gonna get away but he always catches you in the end. He’ll even let your try and key word is try, to fight back but he’s still the one in control. He’s just doing it to make you feel like you have a chance
If finally if he’s feeling kinda mushy, he’ll kinda pull you into a bear hug or into his lap and wreck you like that. It feels nice to be in his warm embrace but like you’re still being tickled to tears soooo
With the Worst Logan, he’s way meaner and more aggressive specially when it comes to Wade. Since he can’t actually kill him, he goes all out until Wade is completely Blue in the face. Sometimes he literally has to be pulled off of Wade to get him to stop and then he’ll just go for you next so idk if it’s worth it bestie
He’s a little awkward around Laura still and is kinda afraid of making her uncomfortable. She tries to make him understand that she’s okay with it but no matter what he can’t push the feeling away that she might end up hating his if he goes too far. Finally after a while he started to just poke her repeatedly. No where near as bad as what he does to Wade but it gets her giggling and that makes him feel satisfied enough
At the end of the day he is an absolute terrifying ler and I love him so much.
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I hope y’all liked it! I really wanted to write for him for so long but never had the motivation to. Finally it came to me in a dream and then I wrote like half of this at 1:00 in the morning but it’s finished so that’s all I care about
This version of Wolverine is arguably even MORE of a ler (and a downright ruthless one at that) than the one from Deadpool & Wolverine. Sure, he's VERY ticklish himself, but you'd be hard pressed to find many people with the guts to actually try attacking him.
When he's feeling particularly annoyed with one of his teammates (and fighting them isn't on the table), tickling is Logan's go-to method to take them down a couple of pegs.
While he likes to act all big and tough, Logan can be pretty soft and playful when he wants to, though he tends to reserve such behavior for the youngsters (you can bet your bottom dollar he's taught more than a few students what happens when you try to prank the WOLVERINE).
Logan takes a particular pleasure in reducing Scott to tears; seeing his rival break down into giggly little pleas fills him with a downright EVIL sense of satisfaction.
"What's the matter, Bub? Can't take a couple claws digging into your sides? These aren't even my REAL ones!"
When the tables are turned, Logan puts up a good fight. He will kick, punch, curse, run. Whatever it takes to avoid that playful, vulnerable attack that is guaranteed to break through his tough exterior in minutes.
Logan is adamant that he is absolutely NOT ticklish, thank you very much! He's the WOLVERINE, after all. However, he isn't fooling anyone and pretty much everyone knows how sensitive he is.
Tag teams against Logan are common; the guy lands himself in trouble with that mouth of his and even his teammates grow tired of it at times.
All new students are eventually roped into "Tickle Logan Day" (Logan has never forgiven Jubilee for starting that stupid holiday). Once a semester, on a day randomly selected by the students, they team up to track Logan down and tickle him into a wheezing wreck. Somehow, they've even managed to get Scott to condone it, claiming that it counts as a form of training.
His worst spots are his armpits, ribs, and stomach, with his lower belly and belly button serving as KILL SPOTS. If you wanna go a easy on him, though, I would recommend his neck or inner thighs, as these will have him giggling in minutes.
Warnings: canon typical language, Logan being ruthless and Wade being a teasy asshole
A/N: LETS GOOO DEADPOOL AND WOLVIE FIC‼️‼️ I’ve been wanting to write for these guys ever since I saw the movie y’all have no idea I am so obsessed with them right now 😞 AND A PLUS BEING THIS DOESNT NECESSARILY SPOIL THE MOVIE SOOOO YALL CAN READ IT 🙌🏻🙌🏻
I really hope y’all like this bc I cannot stop thinking about them and yapping about them to my buddies 😭🙏🏻 Like as much as I’d love to wreck these two, I cannot stop thinking about them as a ler duo so have this :]
OKAY HAVE FUN READING YALL 🫂❤️
Tag List: @prairleedog (THANKS FOR THE TITLE INSPO POOKALOOKS 🙏🏻❤️) @kittenwhiskers @cherry-bomb-blush
“Y’know what? I’m actually real excited for this! Moony has been wanting to write a thing with us for a while now! Good on her for pushing through the writers block, that shit sucks ass.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?! We’re looking for the kid, remember!?”
And that they were. They’d been scouring the apartment for like… six minutes now trying to find you. But somehow, you’d been able to consistently switch hiding spots without them noticing.
How? They had no clue. The pair wouldn’t have been surprised discovering you were also some kind of mutant but with advanced sneakiness, if that was even a thing.
Wade was actually having a bit of fun with this, whereas Logan… he was getting pretty pissed. More so than usual.
“Kid, I swear to god, if you don’t show yourself in ten goddamn seconds, I WILL start tearing this fucking place down!”
Logan crouched, his claws instantly coming out, making Wade panic.
“Woaaah, woah, woah, woah! Easy, Peanut, we’re trying to find ‘em! Not kill them, which may sound a little rich coming from me-“
“I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be angry. The kid decided to pull that shit on us and then split. And now we can’t find ‘em.” The older man growled, his claws retracting back into his hands.
“And this is the moment we start working together!” Wade announced, an arm slung around Logan’s shoulder that most likely would’ve been sliced if he hadn’t allowed the latter to shrug it off in annoyance.
However, Logan swiftly turned at the sound of a noise nearby, his eyebrow raising as he went to check it out, leaving Wade to keep rambling about nonsense he didn’t understand.
“God, where’s Peter Parker when you need him?? Actually, I don’t think I’d mind a lil bit of Miguel O’hara…” Wade let out a long whistle.
“…Ah wait, he doesn’t have that Spidey-Tingle , fUCK-!”
The merc suddenly yelped as he was grabbed by his collar, being yanked towards where Logan was moving.
Meanwhile, you were curled up, both hands over your mouth as you tried to shut yourself up, anxious titters threatening to give yourself away.
You mentally berated that stupid floorboard that just had to creak at the slightest bit of goddamn pressure.
“Ohhh, Y/NNNNN! Come on out now, we’re not gonna hurt ya!”
The sound of the merc’s goofy teasing made you snicker even more, but when you heard how close Logan’s voice was to the closet, you froze.
“Why the hell do you have to talk like that?”
“Whaaat? It turns up the fun knob a little bit! And I know they can hear meeeee!” Wade crooned in that same sing-song tone, followed by an unamused huff from Logan.
“We’re gonna getcha, we’re gonna getchaaaa!”
God, could they just get out the room?? You had to throw them off again and fast. During your panicked inner monologue, you were soon met with… silence.
You relaxed, knowing you must’ve had an opportunity.
…At least you did until you realised something. When the hell is it ever quiet when those two are together?
Then, you heard a hushed voice coming from outside the closet door.
“Ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for…”
…Oh, fuck.
Without warning, the closet doors were swung open by Wade, and the merc jokingly vocalised (very off-key too) while throwing his arms up with a flourish.
“WOOOAAAAAH!”
As you yelped in fear and dashed out the closet, Wade laughed and made a glance towards… well, air.
“If ya know, ya know!”
You quickly slipped past Wade, also laughing as you ran out the door to the room you’d been hiding in.
“Yohou’ll never take me al- ACK-!”
You yelped again as two strong arms wrapped around your torso, hoisting you up and off the floor.
…Shit.
“And just where do you think you’re goin, bub?”
“Wait, wahahait! Logan, hohold on-“
“No no no no no, I’m not waiting for anything.” Logan interrupted, carrying you back into the bedroom. “Not after you pulled that shit.”
“Oh, whahat? A little bit of water?”
“I wouldn’t say the rubber band on the sink trick counts as a little bit of water, Y/N.” Wade snickered, crossing his arms and smiling proudly at the fact you’d been caught.
“Come ohon, it wasn’t that bahAD-!” You yelped again as you were tossed onto the bed, still giggling. “Whahat’s the matter? Couldn’t shake the water off, kitty cat?”
The older hero scowled threateningly at you, ignoring Wade who sniggered at the joking insult.
“What?”
“You heheard me!”
Just as Logan was about to full on lunge towards you, Wade grabbed him.
“Hey, hey! Easy now, boy.” The merc spoke like he was talking to a feral dog, making Logan glare at him and growl.
“God, what now?”
“We gotta approach slowly! It builds up anticipation…” As Wade spoke, he began slowly approaching, carefully clambering onto the bed. “And proves to this little prankster how royally fucked they are!”
And it was working. Your giggles soon turned nervous, and you curled up, attempting to shy away from Wade (but not actually putting a lot of effort into getting away, much to Logan’s surprise and Wade’s amusement).
“And theeeen I’m juuust gonnaaaaaa…”
Suddenly, the merc’s arms swiftly looped under your own, lifting and leaving your, well, everything pretty much exposed and unable to be protected.
“Go on, boy! Gettem! Gettem, boy!”
Logan’s fury was way too fuelled by Wade’s stupid comments to even allow you to get a word in edgeways, instantly lunging forwards before digging and vibrating his claw-shaped hands right into your ribs.
“OhoH SHIHIHIT-! L-Logan, gehet OHOHOFF-!” A squeal left your mouth as you burst into frantic giggles and tried to kick, only for the older man to firmly shove right back at your legs, rendering you unable to fight back.
“God, will you just- quit the kicking?” Logan growled, a surprising air of playfulness behind it as he shot his hands right down to your thighs, firmly kneading there.
Despite already squealing your ass off, you couldn’t help but make a quip.
“Mahahaking biscuits reheally isn’t gonna hehehelp you beat the kitty allegahations, buhud-!”
Another low grumble filled the room, before Logan turned his head to Wade.
“Shut the kid up.”
“Roger that!”
Wade did a dumb salute before unhooking his arms from under yours to wiggle his fingers right into your armpits.
“Getchagetchagetcha!”
“AAAAHHHHHAHA DAMMIHIHIT-!” You practically shrieked, your giggles instantly shifting into full blown laughter as you pinned your elbows to your ribs, trying to squirm away but failing thanks to that iron grip Logan had on your legs.
“Ooh! I think I got a killer spot here, Logan!”
“Hmph, that’s nothin. Watch this.”
Logan earned another screech by mercilessly drilling his thumbs into your hips, making you buck instinctively and cackle uncontrollably.
“Nuh-uh! Armpits are the killer!” Wade protested, the merc speeding up his tickles on your underarms.
“Fat chance! They’re like a banshee when you get ‘em here!”
You wanted to protest, but all you could focus on were those hands attacking your weak spots.
Eventually, you felt them thankfully let up.
…For now, anyway.
“Now, Y/N. There is a way we can squash this beef, y’know.”
Logan sighed at Wade’s words, never understanding this ridiculous slang he dropped into conversation like it was nothing.
“Maybe a simple phrase such as… ‘I’m sorry?’”
“I can do one better.” Logan interrupted. “How about ‘I’m sorry I was a jabbering little sass factory who had the audacity to pull a dumb fuckin prank on people who didn’t do jack?’”
While catching your breath, you sealed what was basically your death wish.
“Oh, yeheah, Captain Caveman? Wheheres your helicopter cluhub, you gonna hit mehe with it?”
Logan fell silent again… while Wade couldn’t help but let out a wheeze at the quip.
“Ohoh, my god! Baby’s first character comparison joke, I’ve taught you so well..!” Wade sniffed dramatically, wiping a fake tear of proudness from the corner of his eye.
However, he froze once he heard you mutter something else.
“Thahat’s right, Mr Clehean-“
A strong gasp of offence left the merc as he placed a hand on his chest, while Logan gave him a smug look at not being the only one who was insulted.
“I beg your finest fucking pardon?! You think that’s any way to talk to Marvel Jesus and his very hairy disciple here!?”
Logan gave Wade another unamused glare.
“Y’know what?”
Wade then swiftly grabbed you again.
“Give ‘em the whiskers, Peanut!”
“They’re not whiskers, they’re muttonchops, you dumb fuck.”
“Same thing! Or shall I pull the move and do a much better job as always?”
The older man snarled, lowering his head down.
“I’ll show you who does it better, asshole…”
“Okay, wait, wahait-! W-What mohove is thiHIHIS-?!”
You cut yourself off with yet another shriek as Logan suddenly blew a giant raspberry right against your stomach, the added sensations that his facial hair provided making you near silent laughter.
It was clear that Logan was basically taking out all his pent up annoyance at Wade on you, and good god it tickled super bad.
And Wade? He was being no help either, as usual.
“Awww, wook at the giggwy wittle baby! Are the Badger Berries making their tummy all tickly? And are they having the time of their life? Yes, they are! Yes, they aaare!”
…Asshole. (Even if he was right.)
You did pride yourself on lasting about five raspberries (Wade could only ever really handle two), but you eventually had to tap your hand against one of Wade’s arms that were still hooked under yours.
“Okahay, Logan. Give em a rest.”
Despite his annoyed hesitance, Logan leant back up, allowing you to get your breath back in shaky pants.
“Geheez… you twoho are juhuhust..!”
“We’re waiting, kid.”
The older man interrupted, giving you a playful but threatening look.
“Fihine… I-I’m sohorry..!” You sighed, your face red as anything as you blinked away little tears that had pricked in the corners of your eyes.
“There we go! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Wade teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, in which you just rolled your eyes.
“Anyway, we better get ready for round two, huh?”
…Uh oh.
“WHAT?! B-Buhut I apologised!”
Wade did a pretend ‘apologetic asshole’ wince.
“Yeah… but this attack was more only to get you to apologise. This one is to actually teach you a lesson!”
“But thahat’s bullshit-!”
“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t give a fuck.”
Logan shared a look of pure mischief with Wade.
“Let’s gettem.”
And just like that, you were screaming and laughing the apartment down once more, as Logan nuzzled his furry face right into your belly again, pretending to eat it and growling playfully while Wade wrapped his arms around you and blew a raspberry right into the crook of your neck.
— THE LAUGH. He has the sweetest little laugh like omg if you get a spot like his ribs or sum he will just absolutely go spiralling off into snorts like it.s so cute guys
— takes a lot to actually get him to allow it, you have to be friends / closely acquainted but once he's comfortable enough to actually open up, he doesn't really fight it or anything
— melts into neck + shoulder tkls + sometimes he'll growl through little giggles and it's just. aAJBAKDJSJHDHD
— has a really pretty smile. Like in the gif above like it's js so cute especially when he's laughing <33 + has canines that poke out a little when he smiles which is an added bonus
— swears like an absolute sailor while being tickled on certain spots (i.e: biceps, ribs, really anything upper body wise). He will act like a bitch but honestly he likes it cause it helps him destress
— some of his worst spots are def upper body related esp. around his stomach but he has ticklish knees :3
🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟
Ler:
— THIS MAN. He may be a cute lee but he is an absolutely unforgiving ler
— uses facial hair when blowing raspberries n stuff because it makes the whole thing tickle more
— if you piss him off enough, he'll bring out the claws and lemme tell you they are SO BAD
— an absolute asshole about everything. “ can you grasp the concept of silence? I'm trying to do something. ” while he's absolutely wrecking your shit
( STEALING MY POOKIE @just-a-fluffy-knight 'S HEADCANNON HERE)
— if he's feeling surprisingly playful he'll drop down and chase after you on all fours (which also happens to be incredibly scary)
— THE HOOD OMG when he pulls the hood down you are FUCKED. like absolutely royally fucked. You better dig your grave because he will tickle the absolute snot out of you
— surprisingly good at gentle tickles / cheer-up tickles :3
I'LL BE BACK W ONES FOR WADE SOON <333 BYE FOLKS :D
