hello hello~ i’m boa, and this is my super extra secret tickle blog where i'll be posting fics and headcanons and such. feel free to send in asks or dm me! other info: 🪶 • i’m a lee! • • 22 • • they/them • 🪶
Returning to throw my hat in the ring when it comes to phm tickles and bloody/mary
Simon doesn’t know what tickling is when Grace accidentally brushes up against the sensitive spot on his tummy while checking for injuries. Grace ends up having to explain it to him and Rocky at the same time while fighting a growing lee mood, and goes all in on demonstrating it on Simon to cover it up.
Whenever I write or read t scenes I literally cannot help but physically feel ghostly tckls as if I were in place of whatever lee is in the scene. I’m incredibly perceptible to online teases because of this. Weh.
May we see Ler!Lucifer hcs please? And maybe a Ler!Lucifer fic with Lee!Charlie! I love their father daughter dynamic ❤️❤️❤️
I’ll do headcanons for now since I just posted a fic :3
LER!LUCIFER HCS
While I headcanon he’s mostly a lee, he also has his moments. And when he does, he’s absolutely diabolical as a ler.
He can’t hurt sinners, sure, but tickling? That’s definitely on the table.
Not afraid to use his angelic powers to his advantage, even if it’s cheating. What does that entail? Well, first of all, he has three sets of wings. Do with that what you will.
Secondly, his magic has been used to give little tickly shocks from across the room if he thinks the lee deserves it. Usually the victim in this case is Alastor.
But he also uses his ability to transform into animals on ocassion. Specifically, he likes using the octopus form. He can get eight tickle spots at once! How can he resist that?
Adored tickle fights many years ago, with the other sins, and with his fellow angels even farther back. And, of course, with Lilith. Once she left, he stopped being so open. However being at the hotel has caused him to feel a little more comfortable being silly again. So he’s returning to the menace he once was.
Obviously Charlie gets the short end of the stick with that. But he usually only goes after her to cheer her up. He wuvs his daughter so much.
Everyone else? It’s all about being as mischevious and devilish as possible. Often uses the excuse of “punishing sinners” when he’s in a ler mood.
Surprisingly good at aftercare! Will tuck his lee in and bring pillows and plushies to make them comfy. Depending on the lee, will want cuddles afterwards, even if the proximity leads to revenge. Perhaps that’s what he was after the whole time 👀
That’s What Friends Are For - A Hazbin Hotel Ticklefic
lee!Peter x ler!Abel
Peter’s having a hard time adjusting. His best friend has a few tricks up his sleeve to help him get his groove back.
A/N: hi hi! this was so so much fun to write, i love holygates so much and this was just a big stress reliever for me. all fluff, some hurt/comfort, sfw and sweet. i hope you enjoy!
…Peter had been a little listless ever since the attack on Heaven.
Everyone was fine, of course, but his gate had been blown to smithereens mere inches from his watching eyes, sending him flying halfway across the realm.
It had been quite a shock, honestly. He had felt like a failure, even after his friends spent the next few days rebuilding the golden gates, sparing no detail on his behalf. He’d tried to smile the best he could as they showed him their handiwork- the plush mat they’d given him behind his podium, the speakers they added so he could better get his point across through song. They’d even made a lovely doorbell for him, letting him step away from the job for breaks and return when he was needed.
But had he deserved any of that?
His ONE job had been to watch the door. And what did he do? Watch it get obliterated! Eviscerated! Torn to pieces by the very souls he had been supposed to be keeping out!
Abel had tried to reassure him, told him that there had been nothing he could have done. The technology Vox had used was basically unheard of, he’d had no way to expect an attack of tha magnitude. -Besides, everyone was safe and sound, and that’s what mattered most. But even that didn’t help. Especially when Abel and Emily started spending more and more time down in Hell, leaving him alone with his thoughts, and a fancy new gate he couldn’t protect.
It had been during one of Sera’s weekly meetings on the hotel’s progress that he finally hit his limit.
He wasn’t even sure why he was invited to these things- Abel always asked for him to come, though. And he couldn’t say no to him. But just hearing what was really happening down there, even the more optimistic news, it was stressful.
The question of Abel and Emily’s safety began to haunt him just as much as the question of his own abilities.
So as they all left Sera’s office, he found himself rather stiff with tension. His wings, usually so elegant and refined, were ruffled with worry. The feathers stuck up at odd angles, like a baby bird trying to seem larger in the face of a predator. He himself hadn’t noticed until they got outside, and he struggled to unfurl them behind him to take flight. He turned his head, noticing the state of them, and sighed tiredly.
He stretched one wing around to better reach it for himself, awkwardly trying to smooth out the ruffles himself so he could at least get back to work. But despite his flexibility, and his insistence that he couldn’t ask anyone else for help, it was quite the difficult task.
“Oh! Peter! Do you need any help?”
The deep, melodic voice pulled the poor Saint right out of his thoughts, causing him to stiffen up and undoing any progress he’d made on the one wing so far, “Ah-! -Abel! Jeez Louis- um, no, I’m alright.”
He shifted awkwardly, not wanting to explain his situation for fear of losing his cool. However his closest friend seemed to pick up on that pretty quickly.
With a frown, Abel slowly lowered himself back to the ground from where he’d been hovering, stepping over, “You don’t look alright.”
Peter cringed, at this point unsure how to get out of this uncomfortable position, so he took a breath and relented, “…Sorry. I- y’know. With everything happening…”
He gestured to his wings, then himself, looking lost, “…I think I’m a little freaked out.”
He dint get a response at first, just that same puppy-dog expression Abel often wore when he was concerned for a friend. It made his heart ache, and he had to look away from the guilt. He hadn’t wanted the other angel to worry about him. Not when he was so inconsequential.
Nevertheless, the son of the first man was persistent, “-Peter, you should’ve said something. Have the meetings been stressing you out?”
Peter shook his head, before realizing that was somewhat of a lie, “No- I mean- maybe… sometimes I just- I worry about you. And heaven, and Emily… And me. What if I’m not cut out for all this? I’m supposed to be guarding Heaven. I can’t even do that-!”
Peter cut himself off from further humiliating himself, but the admission of his fears hung heavily in the air between them.
Abel seems to think for a moment, before he pulled out his phone, typing rather urgently.
“Wh… What are you-“
“I just texted Emily! She’s covering the gate for you for the rest of the day.”
Peter looked shocked for a moment, “What? But I can’t-“
“Yes, you can. You need a break. C’mon, I can fly you back to my place! I can bring out the karaoke machine~!” Abel reached out and took Peter’s hands, before flying up into the air.
Peter had forgotten what it was like, after so many years, to fly without full control over the whole thing. But considering who was holding him, he didn’t panic too much. He just gripped the other tightly, setting his jaw as he tried not to think about missing a whole half day of work.
By the time they got to Abel’s home, Peter was still a little on edge. But he followed after his friend, into the house and straight to the living room. Peter had been here a million times before, and he quickly sunk into the couch with a long sigh. Then he curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and his wings around his body like a protective cocoon.
Abel frowned for a second as he watched the other, realizing he likely wasn’t in the mood for singing and dancing. Something quieter was needed. Softer.
Abel knew where to start, at least.
“Hey,” he spoke in a quieter tone, settling into the couch beside Peter, “How about I help fix up your wings?”
He knew it was a delicate question to pose. Preening was something personal, for angels. But he thought, or at least hoped, he and Peter were close enough to warrant the idea being considered.
Peter peeked up from his feathered shield, eyes a little watery. There was a flash of hesitation in his expression, but only because he was worried Abel was being too nice. Then again, he trusted him. So much.
So he nodded, slowly at first, and gently unfurled his wings again.
They were smaller than other angels of their status. Not as imposing, or grand. But they were certainly a sight to behold. Mostly white, a bright, pure coloring that was almost blinding in the sun, but tinged with light blues and pastel yellows that brought out his eyes. Like a songbird, small but beautiful, and a powerful voice to match.
Abel took a moment to admire them without realizing, before he settled in to better reach out. He tried to be as gentle as he could, first running a hand along the topmost line of feathers. Peter suppressed a shiver at the feeling- In all honesty, he had never let anyone else do this. So he wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Is this ok?” Abel asked suddenly, and Peter nodded, wing twitching despite himself.
So Abel continued.
It wasn’t long, however, before he noticed Peter was… shaking? Ever so slightly, his shoulders were hunched up and he was now facing the complete other direction from him. Was he crying? No, it wasn’t that-
Abel continued to card his fingers through the downy feathers as he tried to figure out what was wrong, only for Peter to give the smallest of squeaks, jerking away all at once.
“Sorry! Sorry- oh gosh-“ the Saint quickly tried to apologize, settling back in and letting Abel get a glimpse at the shaky smile on his face.
Oh.
Oh.
Now he understands.
“Are you… tickli-“
“It’s just- nerves. I think.” Peter interrupted, face tinged a nice golden hue that Abel would definitely like to see more often.
“Nerves.” Abel repeated, unconvinced as he moved closer again to continue his delicate handling, “Are you sure…?”
He moved a little lower down, rearranging the feathers and fixing the fluffy mess with careful movements. And before Peter could answer, he came across a particularly “nervous” spot, causing his voice to rise another octave.
“Eep-! Mmhm- Y-Yeah. Juhust nerves!” Peter continued to try and play it off, biting down on his lip afterwards to stifle a short giggle.
There we go.
Abel lit up considerably as his suspicions were confirmed, his previous mission of simply tidying up the other’s wings quickly falling to the wayside. He decided, then and there, that this was definitely the best way to cheer his friend up.
“Ooookay…!” Abel pretended to agree, a smirk on his face that would have sent Peter running had he been able to see it.
The older soul continued to work through each row of pearlescent feathers, taking extra care of any spot that caused Peter to jolt or let out a small snort. But nothing had entirely broken him yet. Not until Abel dug a little deeper- literally. He fluttered his blunt nails underneath a patch of unruly feathers, under the guise of getting a particularly stuck feather straight. Peter immediately reacted, wings fluttering and bursting into confused laughter.
“Ahaha-! Ahabel-!”
“I thought you said it was just nerves!” He teased back, scritching gently against the smooth skin, “Seems pretty ticklish to me~!”
Peter could no longer hide his giggles, head falling back as his laughter rang through the quiet room. The only other sounds were his wings thumping against the couch, and Abel’s soft snickers, making it all the more noticeable how silly he sounded.
“Ohokay! Ok! It tickles-!” Peter admitted, gripping onto the cushion in front of him to stop from bolting out of the room on instinct.
“Aw, thank you for being honest with me!” Abel cheerfully answered, before tacking on a mischievous, “-But I’m not done just yet!”
His hands moved from the upper part of his wings, done to the underside, which was even softer and much more sensitive, to Peter’s chagrin. The poor angel fell back into that airy laughter, wings now fully flapping to avoid the intense tickles on his worst spot. And it only seems to increase as Abel moved farther down, then around, to where the wings met his back.
Truthfully, he’d finished preening him a few minutes ago. But he didn’t feel like stopping just yet.
Eventually, his urges got the better of him, and he abandoned the helpful pretense altogether. He wiggled his fingers into Peter’s wingpits, making him squeal and flop forward onto the couch, trying to squirm around to hide his wings underneath him.
He was mostly successful after a few more minutes of ticklish motivation, now lying on his back and looking up at Abel with a dopey big smile. His face was flushed, his curls a mess, but he definitely looked happier than he had earlier.
“Youhou’re so mean!” Peter whined, throwing the pillow he’d been hugging up at Abel.
Abel just laughed as it whapped him lightly, voice warm and affectionate, “What? You said you were worried about me earlier. I’m just trying to show you I can handle myself! Even in Hell!”
Peter scoffed, responding playfully and with a roll of his eyes, “Demons don’t have tickle fights!”
That made Abel pause, and he pretend to think for a moment, “Hmmm… you know, that’s true. But you know what they do have?”
The younger seemed suspicious as to where this was going, but played along anyway, “…What?”
“Cannibals!”
With a sharp squeal, Peter was once again attacked, with Abel tackling him back into the couch with a joking roar, “EEK- HEY-!”
Abel grinned as he looked over his best friend, eyes sparkling with a devilish energy he most certainly inherited from his father, “Any last words?”
Peter gulped, unsure of what exactly was about to happen, but certain it would end in his defeat considering Abel’s head was hovering right over his stomach. So he opened his mouth, trying to stall for time for at least a moment more, “Uhhhh… mercy?”
Abel just chuckled, a fake, evil laugh that was not at all convincing. Then he leaned down and pretended to take a bite out of Peter’s tummy, making exaggerated “nom” sounds as he did. Peter shrieked, his giggles rocketing back up as Abel blew raspberries and teasingly gnawed on one of his death spots. His legs kicked uselessly under the other’s weight, arms stuck under Abel’s grasp. But his laughter wasn’t panicked, or forced- In fact, he sounded outright giddy.
Gosh, he’d needed this.
So even after Abel had reduced him to a blushing puddle, pulling back with a satisfied smirk, he continued smiling loopily. He blinked a few tears away, dazed but ultimately in a state of calm he hadn’t felt in months, “Ehehe… oh goodness… aha…”
He didn’t even notice the way Abel was gazing at him, eyebrows pinched up with a look of pure adoration that was impossible to hide. But luckily, Abel had managed to quell it just enough by the time Peter was able to see straight again.
The Saint tilted his head, his voice utterly smitten, “…Thanks, Abel.”
Abel shrugged, a little shy now that he was the one getting the attention, “Oh, hah… Just… doing what friends do.”
There was a pause at that, something uncertain, unspoken, but ultimately understood between the two of them by the time it passed. Because in the very next moment, Abel leaned down just a fraction more, allowing Peter to lift up and meet his lips for a kiss.
Yeah, they would have a lot to talk about the next time they saw Emily.
A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.
Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."
Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!
It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!
"Is it bad?"
"No."
"Is it good?"
"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"
"Is it cancer?"
"Adrian, what the fuck."
Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.
"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.
"That's-That's not it, Adrian."
"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.
Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.
"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"
"Who's Em?"
Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."
"Who's Emilia?"
Benefit fucking obliterated.
"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."
"I have?"
"Harcourt--"
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."
Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.
"So..." Adrian scooted a hair closer to Christopher on his buddy's couch, grinning, "What'd you two get up to?"
"She tickled me."
Adrian was still grinning, still nodding his head, tongue poking out like he was hearing some sick story about his best friend and teammate getting it on together, until, "Huh?"
"I know... I didn't know what was happening at first. And I just-- reacted! Then I shut down, she asked me about it, and pssh, I barely knew what the fuck I was feeling so I booked it out of there."
"Why'd you run away?"
"Because..." Christopher's mouth was fully ready to continue speaking, but his brain stopped him short. Why did he leave the situation so quickly? From what he'd heard about it, tickling wasn't too bad. But every part of his body wanted to flee the scene the moment it happened.
"Did Keith ever tickle you?"
In a rare moment of sincere clarity, Adrian hit the nail on the head with that unidentified trauma.
Of course. When the brothers would sneak around to avoid their father, the two would do anything they could to keep their spirits up. And that definitely included a tickle fight here or there, ones that young Christopher would lose more often than not. And if dad ever found them, he'd hurl the homophobic and incestual slurs. So, yeah, Chris never thought about that in a really, really long time. Until today. Until his fight or flight kicked in because of one stray touch along his ribs.
Christopher ended up nodding slowly after what he was sure was many moments of silence as he was taken back to decades ago. Adrian even let him have these moments, which was another big win for his character.
The realization dawned upon Adrian in a heartbeat later, and he was smiling wide, "You're ticklish?"
Chris felt an unfamiliar flush build in his cheeks and he glanced at his friend, "Yes, but don't get any ideas, Adrian, I swear to god."
"Wouldn't dream of it," not, "I just can't believe the Peacemaker is ticklish! Who would've guessed?" even Adrian let out a small, excited giggle.
"And you aren't? Why's it such a big deal? I bet you like it, too, you sick freak," even though Christopher came to Adrian to confess and get some advice about his predicament, he couldn't avoid hurling insults as his defense mechanism. Can't get too close now, remember.
"Oh, I do," Adrian thumbed his glasses again, nodding and possessing a very matter-of-fact look about him, "It's one of my favorite torture methods."
Chris made a face, knowing in that moment Adrian definitely meant to torture and to be tortured.
"What's there to like?" he asked more genuinely.
"It's so much fun, dude! The tingles, the nerve endings, the effortless laughter," Adrian was smiling just thinking about it, and Christopher was squirming at just the mention.
It was then, in basking in the beautiful memories of being involved in tickling, that Adrian reached out and pinched at Christopher's side without abandon. Chris shot off the couch completely, screaming a, "What the fuck!"
Adrian giggled with pure glee coursing through his body at the discovery his best friend laid out before him, "Stop fighting it!" he bolted off the couch and ran straight at Christopher.
They played a brief game of cat and mouse, Chris hurling every kind of insult at Adrian in his avoidance of the inevitable. The ever-determined Adrian wound up cornering Christopher in his bedroom, avoiding objects that were hurled at his head in the process.
"Go fuck yourself. Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your aunt--"
"What's Aunt Kathy got to do with this?"
"Well I know you don't have a sister, otherwise I would've banged her already, dipshit."
Adrian grinned disturbingly at the thought. He wouldn't want any part in that intimate affair, of course, but him being able to say that Peacemaker was his brother-in-law was too tempting to not daydream of.
Christopher was genuinely considering jumping out his window once he ran out of small throwable objects. That split second of decision cost him big, as Adrian roundhouse kicked him directly into his bed.
Knowing he had nowhere else to go, nothing else he could do to prevent this, Christopher threw up his hands, "Wait wait wait wait! Adrian, wait!"
"Yeah, buddy?" Adrian straddled Chris and rested his own hands on his hips just waiting for whatever his idol and friend was going to say to him.
Christopher shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before continuing his thought, "This is still new for me... I'd appreciate it if you, you know..." he swallowed, "took it easy."
Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Had he already converted Christopher into being okay with tickling? Not fighting back as much as his traumatized brain probably wanted him to? Adrian now felt he had a duty to uphold. To take a step in reversing whatever repressed, fucked up memories and feelings Christopher had towards tickling.
"Of course, dude," Adrian assured. He wiggled his fingers in quick anticipation and softly touched down on Christopher's belly. He could feel his friend tense beneath him and watched Christopher's hands land on his own face to cover up.
"No anti-torture techniques now, Mr. Military Man," Adrian chastised.
Adrian did take notice of Christopher making himself more vulnerable by lifting his hands like he did. And the Vigilante was not one to turn down the opportunity, so he clawed at Peacemaker's ribs, not pressing in too hard at the behest of his friend.
Christopher's arms immediately shot down and squeezed to his sides as laughs huffed their way through. When Adrian vibrated his fingers more quickly, that amped up Christopher's laughter, the much larger man rocking from side to side.
"Awesome," Adrian had a smile a mile wide at this discovery, at seeing his best friend and idol laughing this carefree.
Adrian tested out a few more spots on Chris's upper body, all earning him a variety of laughs. When he'd had his fill of exploiting his friend's weakness, he unhooked his legs from atop Christopher and knelt beside him on the bed. Chris took in deep breaths to recover and was rubbing his hands along the parts of his torso that still felt tingly.
"That was so much fun," Adrian decided to pitch in his two cents, smiling broadly.
Christopher was still processing what just transpired. He did think he should be feeling way more self-conscious after being so vulnerable like that, laid bare with all his emotions and his body. But no, he was actually feeling pretty good. Like the tickling was a stress-reliever. He would never admit any of this, however, of fucking course not.
"Economos is gonna die when he hears about this," Adrian seemed to be still in his own little fantasy world post-tickling, giggling at the idea of their teammates face when he tells him of Peacemaker's weakness.
"Oh, fuck no. You're not selling me out to Economos! I trusted you, man!" Christopher, fully on the rebound, saw the glint in Adrian's eyes behind the kid's glasses and the anticipatory smile on his stupid face, and, well... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Adrian was squealing and laughing before Christopher even laid a finger on him. And yeah, it was clear to Christopher just how much Adrian enjoyed being tickled. Which was actually kinda cute.
And as Christopher was getting his footing being the giver of tickles, not the receiver, he was quickly seeing how much more he preferred this side of it. Doing the tickles. Being a younger sibling first, then only child, he was only ever on the receiving end or receiving nothing at all. Adrian must have been used to this kind of treatment being Gut Chase's kid brother, so maybe that's why it grew like it did within him.
Either way, Chris was fine taking pointers from Adrian on how to tickle him more effectively, which was all kids of fucked. And Adrian swore not to tell anyone else on the team about this. While Adrian and secrets was a ticking time bomb, Christopher knew he needed the time to fully anticipate what was to come. Maybe the team knowing wasn't a bad thing. Maybe he avoided the situation with Emilia too quickly. Maybe there was still a chance for him to feel more grounded day by day, surrounding himself with loving people and loving acts. Fuck, he was getting soft... and maybe soft wasn't a bad thing, either.
