āOsiris, what are we doing?ā Sagira asks, hovering next to his head. Osiris sighs āIāve told you already, we have many questions left unanswered due to the Vex.ā āBut theyāre gone now! Letās have a vacation, get a sun tan.ā She whines. Osiris chuckles āThe idea is amusing, however Iām afraid-.ā āGosh, youāre always busy! Maybe thatās why all your hair fell out.ā Sagira said, bumping him on his bald head. Osiris sighs at her āSagira, go play if youāre so bored.ā He says āFine then, Iāll go play.ā She huffs.
Sagira bumps against some small pebbles making shapes but she was still bored, she turns back to see Osiris asleep against the tree āWhat the- Osiris!ā She says floating towards him āWhat part of you being too busy to play means having a power nap the second I turn away?ā She nudges his head āHm? Oh, Sagira. I mustāve just dozed off.ā Osiris stretches and rubs his eyes āNow you definitely need a vacation, get some sleep in a five star hotel bed.ā She teases. Osiris rolls his eyes āI suppose that might not be such a bad idea, but not now, I still have-.ā āWork to do, ugh, work, work, work, thatās all you talk about.ā She complains āThereās gotta be something in you other than work and your ego.ā She starts bumping him on the shoulders and the back of the neck. Osiris scrunches up his shoulders and swats her away āSagira donāt!ā He chuckles.
Sagira turns to Osiris āOh, I forgot youāre ticklish.ā She says before looking to him āWait, youāre ticklish~ā she says in a teasing tone āS-Sagira, donāt!ā He pleads āSuck it up big guy, here comes the tickle monster!ā She says, bumping and rubbing against his sides. Osiris clutches his stomach and kicks his legs as he cackles āS-Sahahagihihirahahaha! Stahahahahap! Itās t-tihihickling mehehe!ā āAww, do my little bumps tickle big fella? Coochie, Coochie, coo!ā She says knowing teases drive him crazy āYāknow, I wonder if youāre ticklish here.ā She says rubbing and nuzzling his belly. Osiris squeals, trying to cover his tummy from her attacks āSAHAHAHAHAGIRAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!ā āOh-ho-ho, looks like I struck gold here~ā she teases āTickle, tickle, tickle~ Coochie, Coochie, coo~ā āGEHEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOHOHOFFFFFFF!!ā He shrieks, pulling his mask over his face to hide his blush, the red fabric making it surprisingly easy to hide his tomato coloured cheeks.
Sagira digs deep into his armpit and just wiggles around, causing Osiris to roll over onto his belly, kicking and punching the grass āNOHOHAHAHA! STAHAHAP!!!ā He wheezes, desperately clawing at his armpit to get Sagira out āHaha, okay, Iāll let up.ā She said as she floats out of his armpit. Osiris pants and rubs his face before looking up at Sagira and grabbing her āUh oh! Uh, hey big guy, I was just having a little fun, yāknow? No need to resort to violence, right?ā She pleads before Osiris bursts into another fit of giggles āI forgot how fun it is when you have time to waste on games.ā He says before letting Sagira go āWe should do that more often.ā āAww, there is a soul in there!ā She teases āIndeed there is.ā Osiris replies āNow let me get back to work before I get distracted again.ā Sagira sighs at this before plopping herself down on his shoulder āFine.ā She groans.
After a minute of silence Sagira nuzzles into his neck again āTickle, tickle~ā she teases āNohoHOHO!ā Osiris shrieks āItās your own fault! Youāre so boring I just canāt help but tickle you!ā She says āYohohouāre so mehehean!ā He yells through giggles. A few minutes later and the giggles have died down and are replaced by the snores of the Ghost and Warlock duo.
Chase is winning at a pillow fight so Riley needs to take drastic measures.
Lee! Chase, Ler! Riley.
(For @askivy-themod .)
āCāmon little green! BAM!ā Chase whoops as he whacks a pillow into Rileyās back āOw! Yikes, can you be more careful?ā Riley squeaks. Chase sighs āOkay, fine, take a swing.ā He says. Riley takes a swing but Chase ducks āToo slow!ā He yells as he tackles Riley to the floor āOof! You jerk!ā Riley groans āOhoho, youāre in for it now!ā Chase says, giggling from glee and raising the pillow over his head āAny last words?ā Riley looks up, his face stoic āYeah, just two.ā He says. Chase raises an eyebrow āAnd those are?ā He asks. Riley smirks āTickle attack!ā He yells, his fingers digging into his sides āOh- oh- Ahahahahaha!ā Chase cackles āThahahahahatās cheating!ā
Chase stumbles over, clutching his arms his stomach āR-Riley stohohohop!ā Riley sighs and shakes his head āYouāre ridiculous.ā He says, moving up to his ribs. Chase thrashes on the floor, trying to get away from Rileyās hands āAha- g-green! Haha! Cut it out! Ha! Stohohohahahap!ā He pleads āOh no, not until I get an apology for the pillow fight.ā Riley tells him āW-What? No way! Not a cha- AHAHAHA!!ā He shrieks as Riley targets his armpits. Chase clamps his arms down out of instinct but it only succeeds in keeping Rileyās fingers trapped under his arms āYou fool! Now my fingers are right where they want to be.ā He teases, rubbing his index fingers in small circles in the spot under the pits and above the ribs.
Chase shrieks and squeals, trying to claw Rileyās hands away from that spot āN-Nohohohoho! Thatās evil Riley! Stohohop!ā He wheezes āO-OKAY! Iām so- Iām sorry! You can stahahap!ā Riley jumps up, pumping his fists in the air āYes! Yes! I got ya! I win!ā He cheers as Chase pulls himself off the floor āYeah, yeah, you win.ā Chase says, standing up and brushing himself off āBut remember little green, youāre the champion of tickle fights, Iām still the champion of pillo-.ā He begins before getting bashed in the face by a pillow āSorry, were you saying something?ā Riley asks, whacking him in the chest āLooks like Iām the master at both.ā Chase smirks āOh, not for long youāre not.ā He says, inching closer to Riley.
āW-What are you-? AH- Chase! Chase! No! Hahaha! Nooo!ā
So I saw one of the Tickletober lists and thought it might be fun to take a stab at some of the prompts. š I've never participated before so sorry if I'm doing this wrong. lol Just a quickie fic.
Day 3 of Tickletober with the prompt being "Interrogation" from the list that I saw (Sam's Tickletober 2025).
"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse
ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine
Word Count: 1,678
Logan walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to fully wake up though coming to attention when he took note of the racket coming from the living room.
Wade was frantically going around the area dressed in only his Deadpool mask, an undershirt, boxers and socks. He was looking through drawers and cupboards, lifting up the couch to peek under, and just generally making a mess of everything he touched.
"Wolvie!" He yelled loudly from over his shoulder, "Where is my super suit?!"
Logan just rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the door frame.
"How the fuck should I know? I ain't your wife, shit for brains," he grumbled, having not a care whatsoever in entertaining Wade's idiocy this early in the morning. Wade threw himself onto his knees in a dramatic display as he pouted and whined.
"But I neeeeeeed it! I'm supposed to meet with Peterpool to go do Deadpool stuff and I can't find it anywhere!"
Logan sighed heavily, gesturing to the area around them.
"Well it's gotta be around here somewhere. Who in their right mind would wanna steal it, knowing what you've probably done in that thing? Now you better pick all this shit up 'cause I'm not doing it."
Before Logan could even begin to understand the thought process of the half-dressed man, he was turned to with an accusatory finger pointed right at him.
"YOU!"
"Me?"
"Where is it, hm?! What did you do with it?! You've always been jealous of how it shows off my girlish figure!"
"I didn't touch your stupid suit so lay off the conspiracy theories, ya idiot," Logan growled at the insinuation that he was responsible for the suit's absence, but Wade wasn't letting this go.
"Well it didn't just get up and walk away! I know you know something and mark my words I'm going to get to the bottom of it!"
Logan rolled his eyes as he turned to leave.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go hit the shower."Ā
He started to walk out of the room, stopping when he felt something slap onto his left wrist with a loudĀ clickĀ noise. He looked down in wonder to find Wade holding one end of a pair of metal handcuffs while the other was locked around his wrist, triggering another growl immediately rising in his throat.
"Wade.....!"
He took a swipe at the merc with his free hand, but Wade quickly ducked and spun him around as he snapped the other cuff onto Logan's wrist to secure his hands behind his back. The Wolverine immediately started snarling and yanking at his wrists, trying to break free while Wade just stood back looking pleased with himself.
"Save your energy, sweetie. I picked up those adamantium bad boys the other week for emergency situations."
"What the fuck, Wade?! Get these fuckin' things offa me right now!" Logan bared his teeth and jerked at his arms more, giving Wade a deadly glare.
"In a minute, but first do me a favor. Try to put your hands over your stomach really quick," Wade instructed, demonstrating with his own hands.
Logan had no idea what implored him to even entertain this, but he did as Wade asked and of course there was no way he was getting even close to reaching his stomach. Wade's face then lit up into a devious grin.
"Perfect." š
This triggered an immediate deflation in Logan's temper and level of confidence as he started to realize exactly what Wade was up to.
"Wha-What?! Don't you even fucking think about it, Wilson! The handcuffs are going too far!"
"Then tell me what you did with my sexy leotard!"
"I can't tell you anything because I don't have it! I'm not responsible for your dumb ass losing track of your own shit!"
"Then I'm afraid you've left me with no choice," with a quick movement, Wade swiped Logan's legs out from under him as the other man found himself laying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling.
"Why do you gotta lie to me like this, Wolvie? After all we've been through?" Wade straddled him and gently lifted up the hem of his shirt as he took a teasing peek underneath, "Ooooh what's that hiding under here? Is that the Guiness World Record holder for the most ticklish tummy that I see?"
Logan knew he was fucked. With his arms trapped behind his back he couldn't even use them to fend Wade off and protect the area that could cause him to be driven wild in seconds.
All he could do now was hope for mercy as he frantically shook his head and couldn't stop himself from giggling in anticipation
"Wade, no pleeheehease. Hehehehee this ain't fair. Ya cahahan't do thihis," he wriggled as he tried to make an effort to squirm out from under the other man, but Wade had him pinned.
Wade then slowly began rolling Logan's shirt up, grinning stupidly as he little by little revealed every inch of his ridiculously muscular stomach until the shirt was bunched up under his armpits.
"Oof. My little beefcake never ceases to dazzle me. But I'm afraid there's no time for idle fantasies right now. I can tell these abs are just craving an onslaught of the most merciless tickles they've ever experienced," he was practically drooling at the potential as Logan grew even more nervous at how exposed and vulnerable he now was.
"Fuck, I'mĀ beggingĀ you, Wade. Anywhere but there. You'll make me go crazy."
It put a sour taste in his mouth to beg like this, but he was beyond desperate to avoid what he knew was coming.
"So then you confess and admit to stealing my suit?"
"No because I'm telling the truth! I honestly did not take it. Maybe your fucking weird ass dog ate it or something."
"How dare you! Mary Puppins is a saint and would never hurt her papa like that!"
"Well it sure as fuck wasn't me!"
"Still going with that story, huh? You know, I think we're just going to skip all the foreplay and go straight for the jugular here," Wade made a show of taking a big breath that made his cheeks puff up as he held it in before slowly leaning forward towards his helpless and panicking friend.
"Nononowaitwaitwait! Wade, don't you fuckin' dare! I seriously don't have it! I'm an innocent man! Please! Ya gotta believe meEEHEEHEeHeeHEEheE!!"
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Roughly 40 minutes later......
"I ask you one more time.....Where.....is......my......suit?"
Each word was followed by a poke into the navel of the barely coherent Wolverine as he giggled and jerked weakly in response.
Wade just shook his head in astonishment, used to having Logan give in after the first ten minutes in most circumstances.
"Man, you are one tough nut to crack, I'll give you that. I don't know who's paying you to hold out on me like this, but I hope it's a lot for your sake because we're about to start round five....," Wade taunted as he gently scribbled his fingers over the overstimulated stomach muscles with that action alone making Logan laugh loudly and renewed his energy to try to get away.
"No nohohohot agahahahahain! Ihihihit really wahahahahasn't meeheehee! Honehehehehest!!"
Luckily at this point his savior had finally arrived.
"Wade, what in the world are you doing to Logan? You're not tickling the poor boy to death again, are you?" Althea squawked in disbelief as she walked into the apartment to the sounds of Logan's helpless laughter.
"Stay out of this, old woman. This is between me and this traitorous lying thief here," Wade demanded while squeezing at the sensitive lower ribs that made Logan cackle his head off, "He refuses to talk, but I'm pretty sure I'm very close to wearing him down."
Althea merely sighed and walked over towards the voices.
"Well at least stop for minute to grab this shit out of my hands," she insisted, thrusting some black and red fabrics towards Wade as his eyes immediately lit up.
"My suit!" He exclaimed as he immediately stopped what he was doing and snatched the garment out of her hands, hugging it close to his body affectionately, "Wait.....you mean you had it this whole time?"
"I took it to the dry cleaners yesterday evening. The fucking thing smelled like it was starting to mold. You can thank me later. Some rent money would be nice," she shook her head, walking off into the kitchen as she muttered some more curses.
Wade was high as a kite at having been reunited with his suit, but then a cough from behind him caught his attention. He turned around and saw Wolverine still laying on the floor and looking like he'd just ran a marathon as he tried to regain his breath; his cheeks flushed red and his hair tousled in every direction.
Wade could only chuckle in shame as he realized his egregious error.
"Oops. Hehe, uhh sorry about that, old chap. I guess you were telling the truth this whole time after all. But let's not overlook the important thing here, and that is that I got my suit back! Yippee!"
"Let me go, Wade. Now," Logan spoke a little too calmly, making Wade hesitate to go near him.
"You promise you won't hurt me?"
"I promise."
"Well alright then," Wade helped him sit up as he got to work unlocking the cuffs from his wrists, "Pretty sure we're going to laugh about this tomorrow. I mean it was such a huge blunder on my part and I'm pretty relieved to see that you're taking it so well."
"Like I said, I'm not gonna hurt you," Logan nodded and as soon as the cuffs were off he suddenly whipped around with a snarl, "I'm gonna kill you!"
With intent to strangle him he lunged at the other man who was now screeching in terror.
"Aaah! Watch the suit! It's just been cleeeeeaned!"
Glad to be this early to a ticklish Logan fic and the way he was going āheheheā before Wade even touched him is just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH also you just know Wade isnāt going to let him live that down. š
But in all honesty this is currently the winner for best short ticklish Logan on my list youāve really nailed it with this one š„°
Wade gets Logan out of bed in the best way possible. š¤
"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse
M/M Tickle Fic
ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine
Word Count:Ā 1,480
Look at me! I wrote something short(ish)! š¤£
"Looooogaaaaan! Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"
Logan groaned from where he lay in his bed when he heard the familiar and irritating call of his roommate. How the fuck was Wade always so goddamn chipper this early in the morning?
He weakly cracked open an annoyed eye to see the other man standing beside his bed with the stupidest of grins on his face, wearing a tank top and Hello Kitty print pajama pants
"There she is. Up and at 'em, big guy. A new day with a plethora of unknown adventures awaits us."
"The only adventure I'm going on is the one where you get the fuck out of here and let me sleep in peace," Logan rumbled with a growl as he rolled over onto his stomach and shoved his head underneath his pillow. He'd had a late night and was hoping to get at least another couple hours of sleep.
"But that's only an adventure for you and I want us to go on one with each other. I mean honestly, how much fun can two sexy, half-dressed men have in a bed together?"
Logan ignored his obviously suggestive attempt at a joke and kept quiet, thinking that if he didn't respond Wade would eventually get bored and go bother someone else. But the grumpy feral was the only one Wade ever wanted to bother.
"I know you're not much of the cuddling type, but hear me out......what if I let you be the little spoon? Intrigued??? I think you are. Then if you play your cards right we can move onto-GAAH!" Wade squawked as Logan flung one of his spare pillows at him, hitting him right in the face; the force that it was thrown nearly knocking his ass onto the floor.
He recovered and glared playfully at his unmoving companion, not about to let that stunt go unpunished.
"Oh I see. Looks like His Highness is in the mood for a little play time," Wade then smirked as he noticed Logan's foot sticking out from under the sheets.
He reached down to twiddle his fingers on his sole as it flinched and quickly yanked away along with a snort heard from underneath the pillow where the man was hiding his head. Logan instantly felt an uneasiness wash over him as he realized exactly what Deadpool was planning in his spaz mind.
"Wade......," Logan warned with dread building up inside of him, "You'd better fucking not start-"
"His Majesty has chosen the Good Morning Tickles!" Wade whooped out as he leapt onto Logan's back and started tickling him anywhere he could reach. Logan was helpless to stop him and hollered out in guttural laughter as he began to flail, slamming his arms down to his sides once Wade's fingers plunged deep into his formerly wide-open armpits.
"Naahahahahahohohooooo!! Fuhuhuhuhucking Wihihihilson!! No tihihihihickling!!" He flung the pillow from his head as he thrashed, desperately trying to wriggle free and escape the hands squeezing mercilessly at his ribcage and waistline. This was not how he had expected his morning was going to go.
"You love it, and you know it! You're so ticklish how could you not?" Wade giggled himself when Logan snorted through his cackles as the merc massaged at his hip bones near his highly ticklish V-line. Logan didn't even have the protection of a t-shirt since the X-man tended to usually sleep in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, regrettably granting Wade unimpeded access to his overly sensitive bare skin.
"Gehehehet the fuhuhuck offa meeheeheeheeheeHEeHeEHEEhEe!!" Logan squealed, whipping his head around and bunching up his shoulders as Wade had leaned in to additionally blow raspberries on the back and sides of his neck.
"You seriously have the cutest motherfucking giggle. Pretty sure they could be the key to bringing about World peace," he blew a few more to hear Logan's high-pitched giggling before concentrating on his sides again and scribbling fingers over his lower back to watch him squirm like an eel.
"Staaahahahahahahahap!! I gihihive ahahahalready!!" Logan flipped himself onto his back to give him a better chance at fighting the cartoonish man off, and hopefully be able to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, this new position only set him on course for his demise.
"Say whaaaat?! Nah look, you've still got some fight in you. Though I'm not sure how much that's going to last once I doĀ this!" His fingers buried into Logan's now vulnerable stomach, making him shriek and arch his back as high as he could manage with Wade being on top of him.
"NooooFuhuhuhuhuck!! Aaahahahahahahahaa!! Nohohohooot thehehehere!!" Logan's face burned red as he laughed hysterically while Wade's flexible fingers mercilessly scratched and skated all over one of his absolute worst spots.Ā
Seeing him laugh in combination with hearing it was one of Wade's favorite things in the whole World. Along with the fact that while Logan was more than strong enough to stop him, he never did. He always put on a show of opposing it for appearances sake, but Wade knew under all that machismo he secretly craved the physical touch and affection.
"Not there?! Blasphemy! There's no better spot than your little tum tum! To tell the truth these muscles of yours are starting to look mighty tasty. You don't mind if I take a bite, do you?"
Logan had not a second to protest before Wade dove face-first into his belly as he started playfully growling while gnawing and nibbling all over. He knew raspberrying Logan's stomach would drive him wild and he expected this to have similar results.
"Rrrraaargggh!! I've got you now! OMNOMNOM! I'm gonna eat these smoking hot abs right up!" Wade taunted and then morphed into his best Hannibal Lecter impersonation, "Mmmmm, I do believe this would go lovely with some fava beans and a nice chianti, eh Clarice! OMNOMNOMNOMNOM!"
The Wolverine absolutely lost it. The teasing was unbearable in itself, but the tickling sensations were on another level. He was screaming in babbling laughter as his body thrashed out of control, his beefed-up arms weakly and ineffectively shoving at Wade's head.
Tears were sliding down his face as Wade continued to enthusiastically bite and nip every inch of his terribly ticklish tummy; teeth grazing his skin ever so gently to send him into a state of hysteria like he had never known before. He'd lost the ability to form any coherent words and couldn't even beg for mercy.
Wade knew he was pretty much done for now, and decided it was time for the grand finale. Wrapping his arms around the man to hold him in place, he took a huge breath and blew the hardest and longest raspberry he'd ever done directly into Logan's bellybutton.
Leaning his head backward, all that came out of Logan was a long-winded wheeze as he arched his back; his laughter having reached the point of being silent as his whole body just trembled from the overstimulation. He had no energy left to fight it and just silently endured until Wade finally finished.Ā
Removing his arms, Wade sat up and smiled down at the man who had just been near death from tickling.
"That was a good one. I didn't think you could get any more ticklish, but you've proven me wrong. Definitely adding that little technique to my line up."
Logan was barely catching his breath; his body tingling all over from the torture he'd just taken on as he tilted his head up a little so he could look at the other man.
"You're an asshole. Thanks for almost blowing out my healing factor, fuck stick," he ended up smirking, unable to be mad after laughing as much as he just did, but also because he really didn't mind when Wade tickled him. He'd never tell him that though.
"Literally!" Wade chuckled, "I know how much you love those raspberries. Ahh that never gets old. So you ready to get up now?"
"Actually feel like taking a nap after all that. But I guess I'd better so ya don't start that shit again," he raised an eyebrow, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as Wade hopped off.
"Aw yeah! Another Deadpool and Wolverine team-up for the record! Let's fucking go!" Wade danced around and began twerking towards the bed as Logan rolled his eyes though unable to keep from smiling. He just could never keep up with whatever was going on in Wade's mind.
"You're going to be the death of me, ya know that? Now quit fucking around and let's see if we can't find some random street gang to start a brawl with."
The merc stared at him adoringly.
"I love you."
"Wade?"Ā
"Yes, the light of my life?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"That's a funny way to say 'I love you' but I'll take it."
Now I personally donāt ship Wade and Logan (I actually donāt ship anything really) but GAWD DAMN I love this like being sleepy and getting neck kisses is so AAAAAAHHHHHH I cannot put into words how much I love this one šš
I was writing that Lee!Punisher fic and then started having trouble coming up with the ending and now looking through the whole thing Iām actually not feeling it, it looks sloppily written, I feel like Iāve portrayed the characters wrong and Iām just overall disappointed in it. I will begin work on another fic but just so anyone wonders why itās taking so long, this is why.
Doom scrolling TikTok and got something about whichever Scream first introduced Sam and stuff but anyways itās the scene where the character Vince gets killed and heās stabbed in the neck but at first I didnāt see the knife so I just saw the hand jab his neck and his shoulders scrunch up now I have ticklish neck Vince brain worms
Ardeth Bay is the type of guy to saying āIām not ticklish, youāre just tickling me, big difference.ā While his ass is getting wrecked in an attempt to defend his honour.
Currently working on a fic about how Rick and Jonathan discovered that heās tickli- sorry, not ticklish, theyāre just tickling him.
