#dispatch tickle

[shhh-justdontask]

Already posted in the main tag but I gotta make one for the tk community obvs

Robert laughing bc he’s cute ☺️

[solarsensitivities]

Janitorial Duties

Robert has an encounter with SDNs newest janitor. Robert has never regretted promoting Waterboy more.

Words: 1,315

Beware - This is a tickle fic!

A/N: First official Solar fic!! Kinda. It started as more of a concept post so it's super inconsistent rn but god damn it i wanted to post so. Cranked this shit out in like. 90 minutes. Fully unbeta'd sooo I will in fact return to this later when it's not super late!! Hope yall enjoy though :3

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When Waterboy gets added to the Z-Team, he still keeps up with his janitorial duties until after Shroud. Post-Shroud Waterboy has accepted his role as a full time hero! So obviously now SDN needs a new janitor.

But instead of going through the whole search-and-hire process all over again, they enlist Royd to make a little cleaning bot. The little guy is about the height of a dispatcher's desk, stocky to hold all the cleaning supplies and extra arms. He's equipped with feather dusters, various fluffy cleaning brushes, rags, a mop, a broom, vacuum, etc, but we all know those first two are what's most important here. Royd actually took some tech and mild inspiration from Shroud's freaky ass mech, adding little arms close to the body alongside the ranged appendages as well.

Robert is...vaguely aware of the bots existence. Doesn't think too much of it, just knows he sees the little dude roaming around the office wiping down counters, picking up trash, vacuuming the halls, etc.

It isn't until he comes in early one morning after a rough shift as Mecha Man the night before, needing to do some repairs on the suit before his shift started, that he becomes very aware of the little guy. He's been storing the suit in Royd's workshop, since they added a launch hatch in the crater above the room during the post-Shroud repairs. Tucked away in the corner behind the suit is the little robot, slotted in it's charging bay, awaiting 6:00am to begin its patrol. Robert doesn't pay it much mind as he sets about working on repairs until about an hour later, when an unfamiliar blue glow sets about scanning the room. Robert pulls out from under the suit, his chest and arms covered in soot and grime from working in just a dingy tank-top. The little cleaning robot has pulled out of it's bay, making its way around scanning the room and cleaning as it goes. Every time the little guy comes across an area to clean, the blue light flashes to red, and it sets about using whatever tool it deems necessary for the mess at hand.

It's another ten minutes until the cleaning bot comes around close to the mech. Robert's moved on to working on some of the external damage, still just as grimy and sooty. He watches as the blue light descends from the top of the mech down, until it's upon him, and the light flashes red.

In an instant, there's damp rags accosting him, trying to wipe off the soot. He quickly steps down from the platform he was working from, but clearly the little bot did not appreciate a moving target. It only takes a second more for the rag arms to disappear, and for clawed arms to take their place.

"Hey! Fuck, um, shut down! Off! Turn off!" But Robert's attempts at override are very much ignored as he feels a metallic appendage close around his right wrist and hoist him in the air. Just barely enough for his toes to touch the ground.

He's expecting a few minutes of discomfort. For the rags to come back out and wipe him down, then let him go. What he does not expect is for two arms with gray feathery dust brushes to reemerge in the rags' place. His stomach sinks.

"No! Off, turn o-off, shut down, power d-down, power-FUCK!" His attempts to shut the little robot down are in vain, as the dusters start at his exposed collarbones, but big enough to flutter up to assault his neck and ears as well.

He tried to hold it in. Really, he did! Held his breath and froze every muscle in his body. But it felt like eternity trying to hold in the shrieks and cackles that devilish sensation evoked in him. Robert swore he could feel every single fluffy feather on those stupid brushes as they scrubbed up and down across his chest, but realistically what felt like forever was certainly no more than 20 seconds.

Robert has not been tickled in at least 15 years. Probably longer if he was being honest. With that in consideration, Robert would like to make the argument that his reaction when he finally broke was not overkill, thank you very much.

"FUCK- FUCK YOU NO NO NOHOHO-"

It was the kind of shriek that reverberated through the room, followed by the uncontrollable cackling of someone who was very much not used to this. The brushes had moved to target his neck proper, and it allowed them to really swish by his ears. The combination of rapid fluttering across his neck and by-proxy flutters at his ears was too much, and he broke.

He wasn't high enough off the ground to make any truly meaningful movement, but he also wasn't close enough to the ground either. It left him stretched out and taut like a bowstring, and all the flailing of his remaining free arm got him was another mechanical claw shooting out to restrain that one too. He felt his arms adjust to more of a "Y" position, the bot stretching them out to get at his shoulders and armpits.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks and ears burning, and it only got worse when one of the brushes made to move towards his upper back and shoulder blades and Robert snorted. Honestly he didn't think he was capable of making noises like that anymore. Hell, even when Chase used to tickle him as a kid he never made that noise. Granted, Chase never tried to tickle his back, but still.

It almost felt vindictive when the robot moved the other brush to clean off his upper back too. The gentle feathery touch combined with the rapid dusting of someone trying to clean a countertop sent shocks of sensation so powerful that it felt like someone had taken every nerve and twisted them all up until all he could feel was how much it tickled.

His legs were kicking and swinging violently back and forth, trying to do anything, to escape, to lessen the sensation, anything. Royd must have put some insane grip strength in the stupid thing if it hadn't dropped him by now.

When it finally decided to move on from that fucking spot, Jesus- it started trailing back across his shoulders and armpits, then up across his arms to clean them off. For the most part, it was a reprieve from the tickly sensations he had just been made to endure, up until he felt that feathery feeling brush against the underside of his bicep. He had been able to take some deep breaths while it took care of his lower arms, but once it approached the thin sensitive skin above his armpits, he erupted back into tired giggles. Though it seemed whoever was out there was on his side for once, because it wasn't long after the bot had targeted that spot on each side that he felt the brushes slide away from his skin, leaving only tingles in their wake. He wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but he let himself focus on the darkness and trying to catch his breath. Of course, this meant that when the rags from earlier returned to wipe away what little was left on his skin he was wholly unprepared and caught off-guard, but thankfully the slightly rough cloth wasn't enough to set his nerves alight once again.

When the little bot was done with its task, Robert felt the silicone-padded claws release, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor. The blue light from earlier scanned over him once again and this time flashed green, and the little cleaning robot left Robert alone on the floor of Royd's workshop in a puddle of giggles to put himself back together again.

[tickly-electroslime]

The Interrogation for Leftovers

[notes: can u guys tell waterboy is my absolute favourite character in dispatch? he's like a rlly wet puppy i wanna squeeze his cheeks and kiss him silly]

Pairing: Lee!Waterboy, Ler!Prism, Ler!Flambae (Platonic)

Wordcount: 834

Warnings: Swearing

It’s safe to say that during Waterboy’s career as a hero for the SDN, he has never been put in an interrogation-like situation by villains before.

However, this cannot be said the same for interrogations from heroes.

“Speak now, wetwipe-boy, where did you put my leftovers!?” Flambae demanded. His voice was laced with annoyance and anger, as if he didn’t have Waterboy pinned down under him and tickling him until he was (literally) a puddle of giggles on the breakroom’s floors. 

“Yeah, waterbitch! Tell us where you left my boy’s leftovers!” Prism joined in, her fingers squeezing around Waterboy’s sides. He curled up in response, endless giggles pouring out of his mouth as he tried to wriggle away from his offenders.

“Wa-waAhAHha! I doOHohhon’t knowhow!” Waterboy cried. He felt Prism's penicured nails slowly climb up to his ribs, and brought his arms down to clench around his torso, a poor attempt to guard himself against the duo.

The two ex-villains continued their interrogation on Waterboy on the floor of the breakroom. Flambae was currently sitting on top of him, preventing the poor water-hero from wriggling away. His hands roamed around his stomach, giving him belly scratches as if he were a small, playful puppy. “NohOHOHo- Noho-oHOht theeEHHEher!”

“What, got nothing to say for your actions? You too ashamed of your actions to admit you threw away my leftovers? Again?” Waterboy could only laugh desperately in response; a few snorts escaped his lips as Flambae’s hands clawed at a particularly ticklish part of his stomach. Waterboy tried to grab Flambae or Prism’s ticklish hands, but it only resulted in him flailing his arms around rather stupidly and adorably.

“I- ihihi swehehEHEear! I dihihidn’t throhoHohohow it awaAHahahay!” he pleaded for mercy. 

“Lies again? You water bitch, you should know better than to lie to ME!”, Flambae threatened. He then grabbed both of Waterboy’s hands in one of his own, rather easily, and held them up in the air. Leaving all of his torso free for torment tickles. Prism seized the moment and paused to pull out her phone to film their victim.

Waterboy’s eyes widened with panic, muttering and spilling broken syllables out in desperation for mercy. “Wa-wahahit, plu-please! Let-let’s tah-talk about this?” Flambae and Prism exchanged glances, and a devilish-like smirk appeared on both of their faces. Waterboy felt his heart drop. Oh no…

The two ex-villains eyed him down like deadly predators locking onto their prey. “Listen here, Waterbitch-babe, let’s make a deal.” Prism started, her phone pointed directly at him. “If you can make it through 3 minutes of tickling WITHOUT letting out a single laugh, we’ll let you go like this never happened.”

As if Waterboy couldn’t get any redder, the blush on his face grew as he felt the pressure of the situation. If he could get by 3 minutes of tickling without laughing, they would leave him alone. 

He nodded lightly, figuring that he probably wouldn’t be able to get any coherent words out for them to understand clearly. The smirk on Prism and Flambae’s faces only grew wider. They remained silent for a few moments, building anticipation for their victim before suddenly going downtown on his defenceless torso.

Unfortunately for Waterboy, this was going to be the worst 3 minutes of his entire SDN career.

Flambae’s right hand restrained Waterboy’s arms mid-air without room for struggle, while his other hand clawed and spidered across Waterboy’s stomach. “Coochie coochie coo, waterbitch. Is the tickling too much for you to handle? It’s okay, baby boy, just laugh it all out, and this will all be over~”  Flambae’s baby talk and teasing made the tickling much worse for Waterboy. He opted to just close his eyes, in hopes it would block out the ticklish sensations.

Prism, on the other hand, used both hands to mercilessly tickle him with killer accuracy. Her skillful hands switched between scratching and squeezing at his hip bones. But he stayed firm, puffing his cheeks out and biting the inside of his lips to stop himself from laughing.

Waterboy felt like he was going to die!

Her hands jumped from squeezing his hip bones to counting each rib one by one. And laughter and snorts flooded from Waterboy. His reaction earned devilish smiles from Flambe and Prism. “NOHOHoHoho! *snort* PLEHeheHEsae- WHahahahAHhai- *snort* whHAHAhait!” He was laughing and snorting so hard he was sure the entire dispatcher branch of the SDN could hear him!

Suddenly, the doors of the breakroom opened. “Hey, Flambae. Sorry, but I think I accidentally mistook your leftover for mine?” Blonde Blazer walked in, looking suspiciously at her, or Flambae’s, leftovers.

She looked up to the scene in front of her: two vicious villains from the Z-team ganging up on the janitor-turned-rookie-hero. Her eyes glowed a bright golden, ready to step in and intervene. But the giddy laughter from Waterboy immediately calmed her down

A soft smile grew on her face as she left the scene. She was really glad she wasn’t in Waterboy’s shoes.

[saturnzskyzz]

Lee! Robert ler! Invisigal

A/N: I did not do what I said I was gonna do when going on hiatus but uhm.. HERE WE ARE! ahem* does anyone know the hit game dispatch?? Anybody! Anyone?? Literally anyone?? I HOPE so! I’m too obsessed with it so I made a Drabble for you guys 😭 I’m sorry if this is a bit ooc. This is STRICTLY platonic btw! Enjoy :]

“So, Mecha man does have a weakness!” Invisigal announced as she digs her fingers in her dispatcher’s side. Formally known as Robert. Aka- Mecha man.

“Yeheah, cause Ihi’m not some suhuper hero!” He voiced out, almost as if he was out of breath.

The two were in the break room, getting some relaxation before Robert had to go back out and continue his work for the rest of the day. He was peacefully eating a Twinkie at one of the tables when he randomly got poked from behind by no other than invisigal. Who was of course invisible when the first few pokes came to play.

“Oh really? Didn’t notice.” She said. She noticed how everytime she moved her fingers closer to the tops of his ribs, he becomes more high pitched and breathy. His laughter was somewhat out of character for a guy like him, but still had that low tone in his voice.

“Wihihill you cut it ohohout?” He squirmed about, yet trying carefully to not fall off his chair. He felt sort of awkward in this state. He hasn’t been tickled in god knows how long, that his senses to it kind of short circuited a bit too high for his liking since he has also been touch starved for years. But even with his kind words of trying to get out of this predicament, he knew that invisigal wasn’t going to let up so soon.

“Hmm.. I don’t think so. You’re quite the entertainment for me right now while I rest from superhero work.” She amused as she moved her way up further to his top ribs now.

“Cohohome OHO- Aah! Wahahait- WAIT! Nohahat th-there!” He instantly curled in on himself. He finally ditched the Twinkie to rest his head on one of his arms as the other reached for her wrist, grabbing onto it in success.

“Why? Cause you feel it too much?” After saying this, she dug in more in his ribs, causing him to switch from laughing to rapid fire giggles.

“EhehexAHACTLY tha- ahahahat!” The feeling was unbearable he even kicked his legs to help with the agonizing feeling that was coursing through his body.

“Well you better get used to it. Cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.” She says with a giggle of her own.

He lets out a whine through his contagious giggles.

“Oh quit your whining and just laugh for me, mecha man.”

[chaoticmessdemi]

DISPATCH TICKLE HCS BC IM INSANE

these are for robert and blonde blazer! mostly because while mid way making this, i realized how long this thing this would be and it's more easier if i change it.

spoilers! i don't think there are any, i tried to keep this spoiler free, but i wanted to make sure lmao

this is also my first time posting stuff like this so do tell me if i can do anything different or if there's stuff i can improve! thank you!

robert "catch these hands" robertson

i personally hc him to be like 50/50 lee/ler

while he's a silly guy in my heart, he's a serious kind of guy

BECAUSE HE'S A SERIOUS GUY, HE'S A DORK OF A SERIOUS GUY

robert is an honest man, even willing to admit he's ticklish

doesn't mean he's not gonna put up a good fight

quick to put hands up and either try to defend or attack back (player's choice/j)

he'd keep his laugh in as much as possible, but eventually he'd break

considering his childhood, he wasn't tickled much, maybe by Chase if for a few quick pokes or even just to mess with him as a good older brother figure

by the time he joined the Z-Team and a few good weeks in, he's been dragged in to several tickle fights and attacks

if he's tickling someone, that man is blunt and straight-forward

"Oh wow, you're laughing harder here. Sounds like we keep going."

"Move? You just told me to move, but *insert fake sigh* okay, we move back to where we started."

he's punched so much bro you think he'd be more sensitive

like a 7/10 on the scale (most ticklish spots being ribs, hips, and even thighs. that gets him laughing so hard)

his laugh is deeper, breathy, but if in the right spots, it's childish and freeing for him almost (full of threats to get the ler back and he does)

most likely to tickle the love interests (invisigal and blonde blazer) but isn't afraid to tickle someone in the Z-Team if they need a quick reminder of who's in charge

Blonde "a real hero" Blazer

YOU CAN'T TELL ME SHE'S SO GOOD AT TEASING

LOOK AT HER, GUYS I'D MELT UGH

genuinely though, she deserves some of the softest tickles

i think phenomaman and her very rarely got into tickle fights just because he would have to be taught every single thing lmao

still, roughly a 60/40 ler/lee

immediately would try to block her tickle spots, but would be the kind of person to get her ler's hands trapped and just die lmao

she wouldn't join in on many Z-Team tickle fights, but i think she'd laugh with them and take several photos for memories

HER TEASES AGAIN

"Oh what a cutie!"

"Remember the three T's: Tickles, tickled, and ticklish! That's what you are!"

on the scale of ticklishness, she's prooobably a solid 6/10. maybe higher depending on where you tickle her lol

her laugh gets higher in pitch with cutie giggles in between words

most likely to tickle robert and invisigal, along with any Z--Team member for fun

A/N: realizing how long robert's headcanons are against blonde blazers i realize how much i needed to get this man wrecked and wreck others. once again, i appreciate you guys reading and be on the lookout for more!

[calicocatsarecute]

Heyyy! Guess who’s back, back again! I have been IN LOVE with Dispatch lately! So of course, I have to make a fic with my favorite character as the lee! So enjoy this lee! Blonde Blazer/Mandy fic!

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Robert was just staring at the ceiling, that’s all he felt like he could do. He was currently with his girlfriend, Mandy (aka Blonde Blazer) who was in the kitchen at the moment. They had just gotten done with cuddling when Mandy realized that she to make dinner before it got too late. Robert was in Mandy’s apartment because she actually had a bed that could fit people in it, and had furniture. He just kept staring at the ceiling until he heard Mandy call for him.

“Robert! Dinner’s ready!” She called out in that sweet tone that Robert adored so much.

Robert immediately went to the kitchen, and was greeted by the smell of Mac ‘n’ cheese.

“I know it’s not a lot, but it’s something at least….” Mandy said a little quietly as she handed Robert a plate.

Robert took the plate and started eating. “Thanks.” He said as he continued eating.

Once they were both done, they went back to the bedroom. They cuddled again, Mandy nuzzling Robert. Robert started caressing her sides, his blunt nails gently scratching there. This made Mandy squeak and flinch back with a giggle.

Robert froze, and then smirked.

“Oh, so Blonde Blazer’s ticklish?” He smirked as his hand crept towards her side again.

“What-?! No! I mean- yes, but don’t you- Robert Robertson the third!” Mandy squeaked and started giggling as Robert’s hand found her side.

“Oh no, full name… Am I in trouble?” He asked sarcastically as he continued to tickle his girl.

“A-Ahahaehehe! Nohohoho!” Mandy’s laughter was so cute and full of squeaks. She couldn’t stop squirming, but Robert held her in place.

That’s when Robert noticed that her tank top had ridden up, and it gave him an evil idea. A memory had come back to him, for when the off time his father was home, he would blow raspberries on a young Robert’s stomach.

“Hey Mandy: What do you know about raspberries?”

Mandy’s eyes widened as her squirming intensified at the question. “Nohoho!” She started giggling in anticipation.

Robert then blew an obnoxious raspberry on her stomach, this caused Blonde Blazer to let out a high pitched squeal followed by sweet laughter.

“ROHOHOB- EHEHEK!” She couldn’t even think straight anymore, she was just too ticklish and Robert loved that. “STOHAHOHAHOHOP THAHAT!”

Robert kept blowing raspberries, and tried to evade his girlfriend’s flailing limbs. “You are too cute Mandy~”

Mandy shook her head as she continued to laugh, her stomach a shade of red from all the raspberries. Her hair was stuck to her forehead as she managed to push Robert’s face away. But will that stop Robert? Of course not.

Robert moved his hands up to her ribs, tickling up and down her ribs.

“ROHOHOBEHERT!” She squealed again, that meant her ribs were very ticklish. “NOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!” Mandy kicked as her extremely sensitive ribs were tickled.

Robert smirked even more somehow. “You are too goddamn cute, not as cute as Beef, but still cute.” Robert teased before tickling between her ribs.

This caused an unruly shriek to come from Mandy as he tickled in between her third and fourth ribs. “FAHAHA-FAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHAH RAHAHBEHEHERT!”

“Oho! Good spot?” He kept teasing that specific spot that made her go ballistic.

“AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T!” Mandy couldn’t stop squealing or squirming. Despite all of her whining, she was loving the attention.

Robert eventually stopped, leaving his girlfriend panting and flustered. And yet, she wanted cuddles.

“Make it up to me…” She whispered as she was hugged.

“Of course. But I might tickle you again later, just because you are too cute.” He smiled and they went back to cuddling.

“Oh hush you!” Mandy chuckled and lightly slapped his arm.

The two lovers cuddled for so long that they both fell asleep in the end.

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I y’all enjoyed this fic because I enjoyed making it! I love all the characters, but Blonde Blazer/ Mandy just stole my heart! Have a great day y’all!

[trashyswitch]

His Perfect, Sensitive Body

Robert is being Flambae's spotter while he exercises...And Robert just can't keep his eyes off him. Flambae is just too good-looking for him to look away from...and Flambae knows it. So...What happens if Robert actually indulges in his admirations?

I'm officially part of the Dispatch fandom! I have been for about a month straight...and though it's taken a while to finally write a fanfiction for it, I uh...I had this little idea stuck in my head for about a week...and I needed to get it out there one way or another. So...Here it is! I hope you all enjoy!

Robert was spotting Flambae while he was doing bench presses. Now, Flambae normally wasn’t the type to ask for help on this stuff…He’s Flambae…he should know his own limits. But…Let’s just say that…Maybe Robert had a point when he mentioned that Flambae pushed himself harder than he should. Because pushing himself past his limits usually led to him being unable to lift the bar off himself…and there’s nothing more embarrassing than a man who gets their ribs crushed and winds up asphyxiating under the bar. 

“Seven…Eight.” Robert spoke up, before helping Flambae move the bar onto the rest. Robert grabbed him a small towel and his water bottle, while Flambae sat himself up. 

“Thanks.” Flambae said, taking the towel and wiping off any excess sweat. He let out a huff as he tried to recover. 

Robert smiled a small bit, just admiring how sweaty and breathless Flambae looked on the bench. Something about seeing him in this position made his heart flutter. He’s seen Flambae like this before…quite a few times, actually. But no matter how many times Robert has watched, this side of Flambae never failed to take his breath away. 

“Admiring the view?” Flambae spoke up, ripping Robert from his thoughts. 

Robert widened his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “Huh? Uh-” He mumbled, trying to play it cool. “You’re…getting stronger.” Robert admitted. 

“Hell yeah I am…” Flambae flexed his muscles. “It feels great to be this good-lookin’.” Flambae gloated. 

Robert rolled his eyes, trying to keep his reactions in check. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Robert said dryly. 

Flambae turned towards him with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” He teased, snatching his water bottle from Robert and drinking from it. 

Robert rolled his eyes. “Yeah right...” He grumbled, pretending to not be jealous or envious about it.

Flambae smirked. “Don’t you lie to me, bitch. I know when you’re admiring me.” He moved his hand through his own hair. “Admit it…You find me sexy~” Flambae teased, pulling his left arm behind his shoulders to show off his toned body. 

Robert rolled his eyes and walked closer…before squeezing the water bottle, making water splash into his face from the end piece.

“AH- Hey!” Flambae grumbled, squeezing the water bottle at Robert to get him back. 

Robert chuckled a bit and covered his face, deflecting some of the squirted water with his hand. “Nice try.” He joked, rubbing his wet hand off against his own pants. 

“You’re a dick.” Flambae grumbled. 

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you.” Robert teased back. 

“At least I have one, Mecha-bitch.” Flambae spat back.

“And I don’t?” Robert joked back. 

“Ohoho, you wish you were as good as me.” Flambae teased. 

“Me? Wanting to be you?” Robert reacted. “I’d rather die.” 

Flambae narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stood up, facing Robert. 

“Well unlike you, I actually like having my last 2 fingers.” Robert teased. 

Flambae scowled. “And I wonder where they went, Mecha-dick.” 

Robert laughed a bit. “Off your hand, that’s for sure.” He joked. 

Flambae rolled his eyes and walked past. “Shut up.” Flambae put his water bottle down by the pull-up bar. 

Robert raised an eyebrow. “You want a spotter for that too?” He asked, smirking a small bit. 

“Nope.” Flambae jumped onto the bar. “I can do this myself.” He started doing pull-ups with great form in sets of 5 to warm up. 

Robert chuckled quietly as he watched him start his pull-ups. God…even watching him from this angle made him look hot. It was like Flambae had no bad angles. Everything on him was that perfect…in his eyes, anyway. Robert still didn’t know what to do with these feelings…he’d felt them for months, but…he’d been trying not to focus on him too much. But during the workouts…Robert found himself struggling to stop his eyes from memorizing Flambae…every curve, every angle…It was all hard to ignore. Even his sassy comments and scowls were hot…God, it just wasn’t fair…

“Enjoying yourself?” Flambae spoke up, catching him off guard. 

“Wha- Uh…Yeah…” Robert tried, and failed to hide his admiration. But his red face was already giving him away.

Flambae just chuckled. “You know…It might make me feel a bit better if you came closer…” He told Robert. “If you want…you can watch my sexy body while being my little spotter.” Flambae teased. 

Robert widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen. Oh god…Had he been that obvious with it?! “Uhhhh…B-But I thought you…didn’t need one?” Robert mumbled. 

Flambae smirked. “Oh trust me, I don’t.” Flambae admitted. “But since you’re practically idolizing me…you might wanna make the most of it while you can.” Flambae teased, trying to get Robert to blush more. 

Robert widened his eyes, before trying to make himself as stoic as he could. “Nah, I’m good to just watch from here.” Robert said to him, trying to downplay the whole thing. 

Flambae smirked at him. “Suit yourself.” He said, adjusting his grip. As he adjusted his grip though, his hands slipped slightly, making him jump. “aAh-!” 

Robert gasped and instinctively ran up to catch him…only to realize Flambae was still on the bar, smirking devilishly at him. Robert looked at his hands…before looking at his position. “Oh, you did not just…” Robert grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

“Fuckin’ called it.” Flambae smirked with a small laugh, clearly proud of his fake-out.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Shut up…” He grumbled, before standing in front of him while Flambae continued his pull-ups. 

Flambae chuckled a bit as he lowered himself down, looking at him. “Just admit it already. You like me.” Flambae tried to tell him. 

Robert widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. “Wait, WHAT?! No I don’t!” He reacted. “That’s insane!” 

Flambae smirked with a chuckle. “You’re not exactly good at hiding it.” Flambae told him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me…” Flambae admitted, still talking despite holding himself up against the bar. “And my body’s not just reserved for the women~” He teased. 

Robert grumbled to himself. This guy, honestly… “Please…It’s never gonna happen.” Robert argued. Flambae really needs to stop teasing him about that shit. He doesn’t have a crush! Why would he?! He’s an asshole! Yeah, he’s got a good looking body…and looks really sweet whenever he talks about his niece…And when he finds Flambae holding Beef occasionally, but…He doesn’t LIKE-like him…

“Shame…” Flambae muttered. 

Robert kept his face stoic. He did NOT want Flambae finding out the truth. He would never hear the end of it! If this little secret came out…Flambae would bully him till the end of time.

Flambae did a few more pull-ups before hanging from the bar. “You’re doing it again…” Flambae teased. 

Robert grumbled and crossed his arms. “I’m not admiring you! I’m…” Robert tried to think. “J-Just…making sure you’re using good form.” Robert explained as best he could.

Flambae chuckled a bit. “Come on, Robert…” He shook his head. “If you were really checking my form, you’d be walking around and checking every bit of my body…not just the front.” He told him. 

Robert rolled his eyes. As much as he hated admitting it, he had a point. “Yup, I know…Was just about to move.” Robert tried to go along with it, walking around and checking his form as he kept doing the pull-ups. Again…how this man managed to look so good no matter what angle Robert used to look at him…He was perfect. It was so unfair! How could a man have such a ripped, yet toned body?! 

Robert walked a bit closer, moving around to the front. Without even fully processing his actions, Robert moved his hand out and touched Flambae’s ab muscles to feel how hard they were. 

Flambae’s breath hitched as his arms hung down, a wobbly grunt leaving his body. “aAH-” He looked down at Robert with a stern look. “Warn a person, will ya?!” He spat out. 

Robert quickly moved his hand back. “Sorry…” He mumbled. “Just…feeling them.” Robert admitted, slowly bringing his fingers down against his abs again. 

Flambae flinched slightly and bit the inside of his lip. “Okay…Just be careful.” He warned.

Robert looked up. “Do they hurt?” He asked. 

Flambae shook his head. “No no. They don’t. Just…” Flambae tried to think of a good excuse. “Caught me off guard.” 

Robert hummed. “I thought nothing gets past you…” He asked, a small smile showing on his face. 

Flambae widened his eyes at Robert’s words. Shit…he DID say that…Fuck. “Y-Yeah, but I didn’t think you, of all people, would do this.” Flambae admitted. 

Robert smirked slightly. “Do what? Touch your ribs?” He poked his lower rib, making him flinch more. 

“R-Robert-” He could feel more sweat dripping down his forehead as nervousness took over. 

“Hm?” Robert looked down at his abs…before looking at Flambae’s nervous face. “What’s wrong?” 

Flambae shook his head quickly to get himself to stay tough. “Nothing, nothing. Just…Didn’t know you wanted to touch them.” Flambae admitted, his voice getting slightly softer. “You could’ve just asked…that’s all.” He admitted, getting a bit more vulnerable than he’d like to admit. 

Robert felt his face warm up even more. Something about the way he said that…sounded like he was flustered. It was a side of Flambae he barely ever saw…so trying to pinpoint it was never easy. Robert began to feel his ribs more, using only one or two fingers to touch his abs.

Unfortunately, this just made Flambae squirm and jump more. “aAh- R-Robert! I-I said be careful-!” Flambae grumbled while trying to hold his breath. But the moment his left lower rib had been poked…A stupid little sound fell out of Flambae’s lips.

A giggle. A fucking high-pitched little giggle. And telling by Robert’s reaction…he had heard it too. 

“W-Was that a giggle?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae growled. “No, it was NOT! You fucking liar!” He tried to protest. 

“Oho no, I know a giggle when I hear one.” Robert admitted, before poking the same ab. “And that was most certainly-” He poked again.* “A giggle.” Flambae grunted and let one hand off the bar to cover his face. Shit, he could feel a smile filling his cheeks. This was NOT good…

“Is someone a little ticklish?” 

Robert asked the question so casually, it should’ve been a crime. How the hell was Robert being so casual about his question?! “N-No! You’re crazy! Have you been-!” Flambae jumped and yelped, pure anger and fear covering his face. “Robert, don’t you fuckin’ try.” 

And then…like clockwork, Robert started tickling his ab muscles with his 8 main fingers. And Flambae was completely screwed. Flambae covered his mouth for as long as he could, which only made his face go tomato red…And by the time about 5 seconds had hit, Flambae just bursted out cackling. “aAAH! PFFFTAHAHAHAHA!” He shouted. 

“Holy shit!” Robert reacted.

“ROHOBERT!” He shouted, his hand lowering from his mouth to grip his abs. “GAHAhahaha!” Flambae laughed and squirmed as much as he could while up there. 

Robert looked like he was beaming. “You’ve been ticklish all this time?!” He asked, tickling the bottom 3 abs. “How have I never found out about this?” Robert asked, fluttering down by Flambae’s body.

Flambae squirmed and yelped, trying desperately to stop Robert. But holding onto the bar kept one of his defenses pre-occupied. He can’t stop 2 hands with only 5 fingers. That’s impossible. And listen, the guy’s not weak. Flambae can handle many hits before he has to back down. But he just…could never handle being tickled. Even when his niece tickled him to get him up off the couch…Flambae would crack within the first ten seconds. 

…And now his grip is gonna crack if he’s not careful. 

“ROhohobert stahahap!” Flambae laughed. 

“No way. This is way too entertaining!” Robert started tickling a little more closer to his toned belly. This single move ended up earning him a squeal from Flambae. “Have your abs always been this ticklish?” Robert asked, still fluttering his fingers as he watched Flambae struggle on the bar. 

“HAhahahaha- Yehehessss!” He hissed a little bit, feeling his grip slowly loosening on the bar. “Waha-Wahahait, Ihihi’mgonna fahahall!” He laughed, kicking his feet a little bit. 

“Oh, you wanna get down?” Robert asked, before fluttering up his ribs. “Is it because you don’t want me toooo…” He fluttered up to his armpits. 

Flambae yelped and grunted. “NO! I swear to god!” He shrieked. 

“Tickle your armpits?” He finally made it to the hollows, and fluttered in there.

Flambae shrieked and dropped his arms down, causing himself to fall…right into Robert’s arms. Flambae let out fits of laughs as he felt Robert’s fingers still in his pits. Even just having them there made him laugh helplessly. “Puhut me dohohown!” He begged. 

“Hmmm…” Robert lowered him down a little bit…before smirking and tickling his armpits all over again. “Nah.” Robert muttered rather confidently as he went right for the hollows to drive him up the wall. 

Flambae gasped and sputtered out a half-assed protest before falling victim to his own cackles and laughter. He was wriggling around, but failing to get out of Robert’s grip. He couldn’t hide it anymore…he just couldn’t get out of Robert’s grip right now. The tickles were weakening him too much.

“You know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be this ticklish.” Robert admitted. 

“Hahahahaha- Yohohou ahahahass!” Flambae laughed as he felt his knees buckle under him. “ROBEHERT!” He shouted right as Robert caught him again, by some miracle. 

“I got you.” Robert told him…all the while, he was lowering Flambae down sideways on the mat. 

As soon as Flambae landed on the map safely, Robert kept up his ticklish onslaught. 

Flambae cackled and squirmed around, ending up with himself laying on his side with his arms clutched to his sides and his knees curled up against his stomach. By this point, his cackles had turned to long-winded giggles and the occasional fit of laughter. “Sssstahahap ihit! Lehehehet meeee gohoho!” He begged. 

“And have you stop your laughing? I don’t think so.” Robert told him, before taking out his hands from his pits. “Especially when those abs are too ticklish to even be touched.” Robert teased, as he started poking his abs and belly. 

Flambae wheezed and doubled over, clutching his abs with breathless laughter. “Rohobeheherrrt! Yohohou-” He managed to push one hand, but was struggling to get the other hand. Why Robert’s hand was so fast, was completely beyond him. “Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!” He tried to threaten him. 

“Oh, you’re gonna kill me?” Robert asked, smirking. “How are you gonna do that…” He touched down on his front ribs near the abs, making Flambae guffaw. “When you can barely handle a few tickles?” He teased. 

“FUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Flambae shouted. “HAHAHAHA!” He tried to push Robert off him, but kept pulling his hand back whenever Robert went for his armpits. “SHIHIHIT!” He laughed. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD!” He shouted at him. 

Somehow, Robert kept managing to get one step ahead of him. It was infuriating while also…kinda fun in the weirdest way possible. A lot of him was furious Robert had found out one of his only weaknesses…But the other part of him was secretly enjoying it. He may spend his whole life denying it…but he secretly loved when Robert played around like this. The banter was one thing…but the roughhousing? Especially wrestling and play-fighting? That was more his style of fooling around. 

Robert chuckled. “Not gonna lie, this is quite the display.” Robert teased. “I could keep you giggling like this all day.” Robert teased.

Flambae was blushing more from those words alone. “SH-SHUHUHUT UHUP! GAHAHAhahaha-!” He covered his mouth in one last futile attempt to hide his laughter. As much as he was absolutely hating getting his weaknesses exploited…He hadn’t laughed like this in ages. Not even his niece had learned to tickle him this much. 

Robert couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. Flambae was completely red like his suit, with a bright smile on his face…and now, with his mouth covering it, he looked like a kid trying to hide behind the couch. “Is it too much for you?” Robert asked. 

“Rohobert- eeEEEK! PLEHEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAAP!” He shouted, kicking his feet wildly and squirming all over the place by this point.

Robert finally stopped tickling him, making sure that he wasn’t gonna explode. Flambae’s heaving and breathing filled the room for a while as he tried to recover from the big tickle attack. The fact that Robert had managed to get Flambae to plead…was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. 

But despite every stupid thing Robert had done that day, like the tickles, making him fall off the bar, and the many teases and insults Robert threw at him earlier…the last thing he EVER expected was for Robert to help him. 

“Here.” Robert spoke, offering him his towel. Flambae looked at him with shock, but took the towel. Damn…even after tickling him to oblivion…Robert knew the best way to help him out. “So…How was your workout?” Robert asked.

Flambae let out a couple more breaths. “A bit…different.” He admitted. Flambae was used to being out of breath from regular exercises…but from tickle fights? Not as much. But in a strange way…it still felt like his abs had gotten stronger due to the tickling. Flambae finally managed to come up with an answer. “I don’t know…” He admitted. 

“If you wanted another way to exercise your core…” Robert knelt beside him and gently fluttered his fingers against his abs one last time. “Would you consider getting tickled again?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae couldn’t help the giggles that left his mouth. “Ihihi-” He cleared his throat and stopped Robert’s hand. “I don’t know if…I can handle it all the time…But…” Flambae cleared his throat, trying not to make his slightly red face known. “I wouldn’t say no…if you offered…” He mumbled. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Wait…” Robert stared at him with shock. “So it wasn’t bad?” He asked for clarification. 

Flambae instinctively covered his face with his towel. “Don’t even think about it, Mecha-bitch.” He grumbled. “And don’t you EVER tell anyone about this.” Flambae warned. 

Robert dropped his jaw…with a big smile on his face. “There’s no way…” 

“Robert, NO!” Flambae growled. 

“I can’t believe this!” Robert reacted. 

“Robert, I swear!” Flambae argued. 

“You actually liked it!” Robert reacted. 

Flambae’s eye twitched…as Robert ended up saying it out loud. Oh, Robert had just fucked up…And Flambae has had enough…

The angry ex-villain suddenly sends flames towards Robert in retaliation. “FUCK OFF!” 

Robert yelped and moved out of the way, thankful that he, nor anything in the room had caught on fire. “Okay, okay! Jesus, I was joking.” Robert reacted. 

“You’d better be…” Flambae warned. 

Robert put his hands up in defense, and backed away more. As fun as it was being able to tickle Flambae to the point of pleading for mercy…He’d much rather keep his fingers instead of losing them to the hands of Flambae…

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Gen:

She strikes me as a lee-leaning switch, though she’s incredibly hesitant to ask anyone, or even acknowledge her moods herself.

She’s the Blonde Blazer: strong, reliable, mature. Would people still respect her if they knew?

Obviously, this changes once she gets closer to the Z-Team and learns to accept herself. Their methods of exposure therapy are rather effective.

Lee:

She’s a VERY giddy lee

She views being tickled as a way to destress when time allows. It’s fun for her, just letting go and laughing freely with someone she trusts.

Thanks to her timidness around being tickled, teasing her is an easy way to render her speechless and blushing.

Air tickles kill her, too. If she knows you’re going to try to get her, she’ll giggle and flinch away from even one wiggly finger. And you know that she’s going to be blushing up a storm the whole time.

When she first starts getting comfortable with the Z-Team outside of work is when the lee moods really get her. These guys are constantly messing around, teasing one another, the closer pairs trading off-hand pokes or jabs. In some cases, they even full-on attack one another with the silly affection. Mandy can’t help but notice each little moment, her mind lingering.

It’s chaos the moment her friends find out. They’re respectful of her hesitance, of course, but once that wanes, it’s teasing around the clock.

The amulet that provides her powers also toughens her skin, making her not as ticklish while wearing it. It’s rather difficult to find a good spot, though the mind games are still annoyingly effective.

She’s rather ticklish without her amulet, though. A few pokes here and a scribble there will throw her right into a giggle-fit of adorable proportions.

Favorite spots are her hips and neck. There’s something so nice to her about being able to trust someone enough to tickle her hips, and it’s a wonderful spot to have tickled while cuddling. As for her neck, she likes the gentle nature of the spot, and how easy it is to receive tickly kisses there. Our girl is a sucker for tickly affection.

Worst spots are her feet for sure. Any scribbles or light pokes to her soles have her squeaking and squealing, amulet on or off.

If you can get a good enough spot, she may start snorting. The sounds are regarded as a high reward, and she’s incredibly embarrassed about them; any compliments directed towards them immediately have her blushing.

She’s usually decently tired after being tickled, especially if she isn’t wearing her amulet. A nap and some gentle head scratches make the day that much sweeter for her.

Ler:

GOOD LUCK

She’s a menace when she gets into a ler mood. It’s not too frequent, but it definitely still happens.

Robert is a common victim of her shenanigans. A few pokes while they grab drinks turn into a full-on attack, usually resulting in them spilling beer on someone’s carpet. It’s all in good fun, and someone’s only been kicked lightly in the face twice.

She’s super playful, enjoying the fact that she can make others smile while having fun herself. Most of the team don’t mind the silliness either, so it’s a win-win in her mind.

She tries to keep a relatively professional profile at SDN, so most of her mischief occurs while out with the team for drinks or a hang-out in someone’s cramped apartment.

Her and Visi have a bit of a feud going. The invisible woman started sneaking in pokes after her discovery, which prompted Mandy’s stealthy retaliation. Playful war soon followed, though the victor has yet to be decided.

Such a compliment-giver. She’ll find something about you to praise, no matter how vehemently you deny it.

“Oh my god, your laugh is beautiful. Seriously, why have you been hiding this?”

“Ooo, bad spot, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Now, where were we?”

“My nails? Alice painted them for me. Oh, they tickle? What a coincidence….”

“Hey, snorts aren’t gross. They’re fun, and I’m gonna work to hear more of them. C’mere!”

Her tickling style is super playful and sporadic. Lots of pokes, quick scribbles up and down your sides, and fluttering nails to tease you. Her goal is to get the giddiest smile out of you as she can.

Despite all the teasing and poking, she’s incredibly respectful of boundaries. If you tell her to stop, it’s hands-off, care on.

“All good? Need anything?”

Regardless of what you say, you're getting something to drink afterwards: something you specifically requested, or whatever she has change for from the vending machines.

And, of course, cuddles. You know this girl is down for some calm aftercare, maybe a beer or two if it's late and you’re looking to settle in for the night. Those nails are also pretty good for head scratches, if you’re willing to ask.

Tickle Analysis

Lee Ratings

60/100, decently ticklish lee

“Are you ticklish?”

Immediate flush on her cheeks, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. How could she not get at least a little giddy at the mention of her ticklishness? She might deny it or avoid the question if she’s feeling playful, but it’s an obvious farce. She wants you to prove her wrong.

Spot Ratings

Underarms: 55/100, not too bad. It’ll get her giggling and squirming, but no huge reactions.

Back: 35/100, just barely. Super light giggles, could fall asleep while being tickled there.

Stomach: 72/100, definitely a hot spot. She’ll laugh and kick out, try half-heartedly to fight you off. Definitely blushing.

Hips: 60/100, will get some laughs. It’s one of her favorites because they’re just ticklish enough where she’s laughing, but not too intense that she’s losing it.

Shoulders: 30/100, similar to her back. Massages get her grinning, though she can usually conceal her ticklishness if need be.

Neck: 45/100, lots of giggles. One of her favorite spots to have tickly kisses or little brushes on. Perfect for relaxing and cheering her up.

Thighs: 55/100, giggle spot once again. She’ll kick her legs a lot more when tickled here, twist around. The tops are worse than the sides.

Knees: 10/100, really not that sensitive at all. Probably some smiles, though no audible reactions from the tickling alone.

Feet: 90/100, worst spot for sure. Squeaks, squeals, lots of bright laughter. If you try hard enough and tease her, you may even get a snort or two.

Map of Foot Tickle Zones

Arches: 40/100, not the most ticklish part. Maybe stretched out will get to her, but she can usually just giggle.

Between Toes: 70/100, definitely ticklish. She’ll squeal and twist around in your hold, curling up to try and hide the spot.

Under Toes: 95/100, VERY ticklish. Worst part of her foot, will get her squealing and likely snorts in just a minute or two. Deep blushes and lots of cursing.

Sides: 30/100, more flustering than ticklish. Just knowing that you’re close to a sensitive spot is enough to get her giggling and biting her lip.

Balls of Feet: 50/100, laughter and pitchy giggles.

Heels: 53/100, more giggles and squirming. She finds it really hard to stay still when back spots like those are being targeted, especially when most of her foot is left free to move.

Ankles: 65/100, gets to her. She just finds it so flustering for whatever reason. She’ll shake her head back and forth as she giggles, mussing up her hair (amulet on or off).

Soles Overall: 60/100, lots of giggles and the occasional squeal. Plenty of different ways to get her laughing with them, and a rosy blush to accompany them all.

Tickling Others

About a 30/70 split ler to lee, but she does get into ler moods on occasion. She’s a pretty good tickler too; she can wreck you if you ask (or knowingly provoke her).

She tickles others as a fun way to brighten her loved ones’ spirits. As long as they’re comfortable with it, why not make them smile while having a bit of fun herself?

Occasionally, she’ll use tickling as a way to knock a member of the team down a peg (though that’s usually their goal anyway).

~~Scenario: Relaxing with Robert~~

“Still can’t believe that kid got on the billboard,” Mandy sighed, grabbing a beer off her coffee table. She’d invited Robert over to relax after their shift. “If you’re going to vandalize something, at least have a way to escape afterwards.”

Robert chuckled a bit, sipping his own bottle. “Kids are stupid. Bet his train of thought ended at Hey, that looks fun and kinda dangerous.”

“Fair enough.”

Her hand closed around the top of the glass, twisting instinctively. The cap didn’t budge an inch, as she wasn’t wearing her amulet. A soft grunt left her from the effort.

Robert huffed, shaking his head. “You’ve gotta do it normie-style, remember?” He emphasized his point with a small poke to her side, grabbing the bottle from her hands.

She jerked away instinctively, cheeks heating up. “H-hey, I can open a beer myself. Just got used to the powers.”

The way Robert rolled his eyes was fond, but still sparked a bit of vengeful mischief within her. She hadn’t had any beer yet, instead drunk off giddiness and a slight taste of exhaustion from work.

Without much thought, Mandy lunged at him, latching her fingers onto his sides. Her nails immediately began spidering along his shirt, pressing in just hard enough to get a yelp out of him.

“Hey, hehehey! Ihi’m gonna spihihill!”

It was a bit late for that, as a small splash of the golden liquid was already shining against her wood floor. She didn’t care—a mop would take care of that, and retaliating against Robert’s snark was definitely worth it.

“What? I’m getting you to show off your amazing smile, normie-style.”