#lee!demoman

[jellee-sandwich]

Everyone gets to be lee :D

Offense classes

Defense classes

And the support classes

[comfortengineer]

I'm really embarrassed to post this, but I'm here to overcome my embarrassment, so here's what I came up with, I really like this script, so much so that I decided to animate it:D

(and no no, it has nothing to do with the fact that I am taller than all my friends (171 cm))

[mswhatever]

HOW I THINK THE TF2 CHARACTERS WOULD REACT TO BEING COOCHIE CHOOCHIE COOED!!!

Creds to @sweet-kiwi-bird for the idea!!

ANYWAY LETS GOOO

Scout: SUPER flustered boi. He likes being teased like that but he wound NEVER admit it. Say it in the right way and you’ll get the most adorable child like giggles from him. @fluffyenergee you’re cutie<3

Soldier: Turn a light pink and say it doesn’t work on him anymore. PS: It totally does!! If you say it enough, he will quite literally squeak out of embarrassment!!

Demoman: Will try to hide his face out of embarrassment. Perfect chance to get his belly, ribs, or armpits.

Pyro: Can and will let out the most beautiful and adorable little laughs ever. He also might let out some squeals of laughter and maybe JUST MAYBE a squeak.

Engie: Would giggle way more than he was before!! He probably say something like, “Don’t tease!!! That’s not fair!!” While letting out adorable giggles and laughs!!

Heavy: Will say “Don’t tease Heavy!!” But while he’s laughing hysterically. Works especially good if you’re tickling his belly!!

Medic: Honestly same as Pyro but instead of laughs and squeals, you get child like giggles and chuckles from him, which is still very very adorable.

Sniper: Would probably hide his face in his hat and be like “Why that tease?!” Bonus points if you can get him to squeal.

Spy: Would probably say he’s not a kid anymore and that tease doesn’t work on him. But it does, really well too. Would also blush red, but you can see bc of that fuckass mask!!

Done!!!

[thelittleartcorner]

Do you believe in magic ? ****************

Tavish Finnegan DeGroot happily took a swig out of his bottle of Scrumpy. Another beatdown on the BLUE team was a success. The RED mercinaries were celebrating and Demoman was the last one standing.

-Oi ,Lads ! Who wants to have another go ?! - he hiccoughed.

Medic grabbed the Scout ,who got utterly destroyed by the one ,single beer he had. The german laughed in a whisper.

-I vish I could. Alas ,I am only human ,herr Tavish.

-I'll get you next *HIC* time ,Cyclops ! - Scout laughed lushly.

-We'll see aboot that ,Lad ! - the Demo responded by sticking his tongue out.

Behind the scotsman's back ,he could hear the door to the common area click and shut. While said Cyclops really did love spending time with his teammates ,he also needed to be alone for a bit ... or did he ?

He realized that he was lying to himself.

Demo disliked being alone ; in fact ,he despised it.

For a second he considered dropping by Soldier's crib and maybe pulling him over to chat and fuck around. With the positive perspective ahead ,Tavish slid off from his seat and headed off to his and his pal's favourite place to hang.

-Maybe just one more bottle' before sleep ? - the Cyclops smiled impishly to himself.

The meet-up with Solly would be postponed but it wasn't that big of a deal. I am sure Jane wouldn't get mad.

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The demolition expert stumbled through the hallway ,which led to both his ,Heavy's and Engie's quarters. Hiccups travelled up his throat and he laughed about it.

Step after step got him closer and closer to his room. Finally ,Demoman reached his destination. He barged into the cluttered room of his.

-Whoo-wee ! I am beat. - the one-eyed man didn't restrain his yawn.

Tavish shuffled through his possesions in search of the characteristic dark brown bottle. While he searched ,he also hummed an old ,traditional irish tune.

-For there's nothin' like whiskey to make maidens frisky ~ It soon separates all the men from the boys

-Well ,well ,well. Look ,who finally decided to show up. - a voice came from somewhere around the corner of the bedroom.

Demoman jumped in surprise and quickly slammed his hand into the light switch on the wall. The small light above him illuminated the equally small space. He looked around.

-Over here ,you doofus ! - the familiar tone rang again.

Finally ,the Demo realized what or who (it's hard to say) was talking to him. His good buddy ,Eyelander ,made himself comfortable on an armchair.

(please ,ignore how a sword could make itself comfortable)

-'Lander. Ya scared the crap out of me. - Tavish laughed when he calmed himself down.

-Oh ,I bet I did. - Eyelander spoke.

The Cyclops thought ,that the conversation was over but WHOO BOY! was he mistaken.

-Dude ,mind explaining why you've been leavin' little old me behind recently ? - the weapon asked the question.

-I've been doing tha' ? - it's wielder got confused.

It has been how long ?

One ,two ,five ... days ? A week maybe ?

-Crap. - Demoman grumbled as soon as he realized.

-See ?! - Eyelander cried out in both disappointment and bewilderment. - Ya do not care aboot me ,do ya ?!

Tavish rubbed his temple. He could swear he could already feel a headache emerging and it wasn't because of a hangover this time. He felt like he needed to approach the situation delicately. Maybe he could talk his cursed buddy out of it ?

-Listen. Is there anythin' ah van do to cheer ya up? Come on, tell meh. - Demoman begrudgingly put on his sweetest tone of voice.

-Nay ... Or wait ! Maybe ya could.

The ring in Eyelander's voice sounded suspicious. Like he was planning something. Tavish didn't ask ,what the sword had in mind. Instead ,good ol' Lander showed him.

Something blinked in Demo's (sort of) peripheral vision.

A green feather ... A green ,floating feather.

-Wait ,wait ,WAIT ! - Tavish took a few steps back.

He got backed into a wall.

-"WAIT" what ? - Eyelander questioned. - I have seen you giggle yarself stupid when that tall ,australian pisser tickled ya. You clearly don't mind.

Demoman kept quiet. He had nothing. The cursed sword took advantage of the man's state and sent the feather towards him. The Cyclops'es red sweater was a perfect place to get under.

-Hoho-HOHOHO ! *WHEEZE* EYEHAHAHAHO !

-Ya ? I can't really understand you ,Lad. You really need to chill out with the gigglin'.

-OH-PIHIHISS AHAHAFF !

-Welp ,I did understand that. Don't be a dick to me ,man. Ya are the one that has left me out of battles. - Eyelander mentioned. - No hard feelings ,tho.

-NAHAHAHAHA ! HAHAHOHO ! PLEHEHEASE ! STAHAHAHAP !

-Under one condition. You will need to take me to your upcoming match. - 'Lander asked at long last. - Do we have a deal ?

Tavish just wheezed out "YES !".

In the blink of an eye the feathers disappeared. Eyelander stashed away the soft ,fluffy offenders ; though it was hard to say where he did so ,since even the most magical of beings need to follow some kind of rules.

The sword ,while very satisfied with the outcome of his plan ,looked at his wielder.

-You good ,mate ? - Eyelander said enquiringly. -I did not go too far , did ah ?

-Haaaaah ~ Ah hate ya. - Tavish rasped out ,his voice worn out from all of the recent cackling.

-Right back at 'ya.

THE END

[jellee-sandwich]

OKAY, aside the medic and prolly heavy I requested earlier, I think ler Saxton has potential... So we have the Saxton Hale mode, you fight against him etc. Mercenaries don't receive their weapons and they're confused so at least they go and try to fight him by hand (here we assume he doesn't have super powers...) And he's like "naaah! Now y'all putted yerself in whole lots of trouble!" And he chases everyone one by one to tickle them

It started with a call.

“You want us to fight Saxton Hale?”

“Noooot quite want. It’s just that he does. So it’s more of a necessity if you want to keep this job. And your lives.”

“What in the world…” Spy rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Aw, come on, it’s just one guy. You usually fight nine times that.” Miss Pauling forced herself to sound optimistic. “Look, just get to Distillery as soon as you can and don’t take any weapons. I got something special ready for you.”

“Fantastic. Are we at least getting paid for it?”

“If I said yes, would you believe me?”

That was all Spy needed to hear. Well, it was time to find the rest of this God forsaken team and hope this was a one-off occasion.

“Why was Heavy not allowed to bring Sasha?”

Said mercenary was the first one to jump out of the van with an accusatory finger pointed at Miss Pauling. The rest of the team soon followed, their attention on the brunette as well.

“Calm down, calm down.” She moved her hands in front of herself in a placating gesture. “Just get ready, take places, and I will be back soon with weapons for you, alright?”

“They better be some good weapons.”

After Sniper’s comments the group parted ways with the Administrator’s assistant, first making their way to the locker room. Not that there was much to do there. The few minutes they spent there were mostly used for a conversation.

“Men, we are bare without our weapons,” Soldier started as he paced in circles. “A soldier without a weapon is like… a soldier without a way to harm anyone!”

“Mpph mmm!” Pyro folded their arms, their foot rapidly thumping against the floor.

“Calm down, lads.” Demoman put a reassuring hand on Soldier’s shoulder. “Who but ye can cause harm to Saxton Hale even without yer rocket launcher, eh?”

“Still, a Medi Gun would be nice…” Scout grunted as he eyed Medic’s equipment-less frame. “...We’re not actually supposed to kill Saxton, right?” He looked around at the others. “I mean, he’s kinda like our boss 'n' all.”

“Aside from bein’ a crazy Australian he never did nothing wrong to us, I s’ppose.” Sniper shrugged. “But then again he apparently wants to fight us right now.”

With no proper answer, just speculations, the nine mercenaries left the locker room and spread out around the area of the distillery to cover some ground but close enough to see the rest of the team.

A minute passed.

Then two.

And then the sound of multiple pairs of wings beating against the air reached their ears. Then something breaking. Multiple somethings. Then,

“Time for a boss fight!”

“Uh, Spy?” Engineer took a step back and gave his teammate a look. “Where are those darn weapons again?”

“Merde…” Spy grabbed his communicator. “Miss Pauling… Pauling!”

“Ha-ha!”

“Pauling, where are those weapons?!”

…

“Oh, yeeeah.” Her voice finally echoed through the device. “Ok, look, I might have lied buuut those were Saxton’s orders. Administrator accepted too.”

“What.”

“See what I did there!?”

“Good luck!”

“Change of plans, there are no weapons!” Spy was barely able to let out the whole sentence before-

“There ya all are!”

Everyone’s stared at the source of that voice. There, standing under the bridge mere meters away from them was one and only, shirtless per usual, Saxton Hale.

“Uh, hi, boss!” Scout started awkwardly after taking a few big steps back. “Okay, we know ya wanna fight 'n' all, but as you can see, we kinda don’t got our weapons. Ahaha.. eh…”

“Hmph, Heavy doesn’t always need big guns,” Heavy weapons expert declared. “We will fight with bare hands!”

“Oh, how exciting!” Medic beamed.

A myriad of reactions followed. Pyro let out a happy noise and clapped. Spy face palmed. Soldier cheered and was the first one to rush at Saxton.

“Take thiiiis!” He yelled and his fist collided with the big Australian’s abs.

The world held its breath.

“What,” Soldier grunted when the other didn’t move, not even an inch. Frankly, the only one who moved was Soldier himself when he tried to land an effective punch again. “Damn it!”

But… Soldier was still alive. That triggered the rest of the mercenaries charging at their for-now-at-least enemy, armed only with their hands and will to somehow, with the power of God on the side of at least one of them, defeat this Australia-powered hunk of a man. It was 9 vs 1, it could be doable.

“Let’s do it!!!”

“Khamaahh!”

“Yaaaaaaagh!”

“At least spread, you idiots!” Spy’s voice rose above everyone else’s.

However, before they could even really do that…

“AAAAAH!”

They stopped in their tracks.

“Now, how about that?” Saxton grinned. One of his arms was wrapped around Soldier’s ribs, holding him against his side. Soldier’s legs were dangling in the air.

“Save yourselves, men!” Soldier still screamed as if he was being tortured. He might have been struggling, but it was nearly impossible to tell with Saxton’s iron grip around him.

"Naaah! Now y'all put yerself in a whole lot of trouble! Come any closer and your friend here gets it!” Saxton warned, still standing his ground. Still unshaken.

Most of the RED team stilled in their spot. Not Demoman though.

“Oh, dontcha think ye can just-.”

“YAYAHAHAHA!”

Now this. This was not a terrified scream. No. It was a very hilarity-filled laughter.

That’s when Demo noticed Saxton’s fingers moving right where his hand was resting on Soldier’s ribs. 

“AHAHAHA, N-NOHOHO!”

“You dare think ya can defeat me?” Saxton’s eyes narrowed in a challenge, but there was also hearable mischief in his voice. “I don’t even need to punch you!” 

And when his second hand joined in tickling Soldier on his hip, that’s when the others knew this was not a joke. No. It was time to freaking run!

Spy never wished he weren’t stripped of his invis-watch more than now.

As Soldier continued howling with laughter and meaningless threats, the mercenaries scattered around. Well… most of them. Medic wasn’t all that fast in his “escape”. Pyro didn’t even move. Or well, they did move, just not away from Saxton.

“So ready to be defeated, mate?” Saxton gave them a look when Soldier really started wheezing. 

“Mmph!”

“Hah! Sure, why not?”

Soldier was let go after a while and left wheezing and breathless on the ground, now his position taken by Pyro who eagerly raised their arms in Saxton’s hold.

Muffled laughter echoed through the Distillery.

They could run. They could hide. But even as they did all that and more Saxton was getting all of them tickled out of their minds, one by one.

After Pyro he moved on to Medic who, similarly to his predecessor, wasn’t really trying to stop it.

“OHOHOHOHO! AH, YOU ARE- AHAHAHA! CERTAHAHAHAINLY BIG!” Medic complimented through his laughter as Saxton attacked his stomach.

Next? Heavy. His slower speed was his doom, his size and strength of little help once Saxton got to holding his arms above his head to attack his helpless armpits.

“AAAAHAHAHA!”

If anyone had any will to fight or hope to escape that was the moment both of those feelings died.

“NOHOHOHO, WAHAHAHAIT, NOHOHOT MY TUM!” As Engineer’s screeching filled the air Demoman and Sniper found themselves observing the entire situation from a safe distance.

Okay, no, they knew damn well no distance was safe at this point. Still, for now at least they were free, untickled men.

“Ye know, I didn’t know the entire team was this ticklish.” Demo mumbled with a half excited, half anticipatory grin. “We’re so screwed.” He chuckled.

“This gotta be some weird joke.” Sniper hid his hot face in his hands.

“Eh, not the weirdest thing I saw.” Demo shrugged. “So… why ye so red? Really ticklish too or something?”

“...I-.”

“There ya are!”

 “AAH!”

Demo got his answer when they were both grabbed, both picked up and when they both burst into laughter.

And then, there were two.

“This ain’t happenin’, this so ain’t happenin’!” Scout kept repeating in his mind like a prayer as he dashed through the buildings then out then in and back out.

It did not matter where he was going. The only important thing right now was to run and to never stop.

He had never been so grateful for being the fastest of his team.

The problem? Neither, his speed nor his stamina were forever, and once the initial adrenaline wore off, his legs refused to work properly. Soon, he had to stop completely and lean against the closest wall.

How and why was this happening?

As if seeing and hearing his teammates writhe in helpless laughter wasn’t torture enough… Damn it, if only he was here alone with Saxton!

Anticipation was eating him alive but then again, he hadn’t heard any laughter for a minute or two now. Maybe… maybe Saxton was done now?

Maybe his speed really was a blessing-

“AHAHAHAHA! N-NO! TAHAHAKE YOUR DIHIHIRTY HANDS OFF OF- AHAHAHAHA!”

Scout slid down the wall even more when Spy’s snorts-filled laughter reached his ears.

It rang for a few more minutes, and no amount of covering his ears could prevent Scout from hearing it or Saxton’s enthusiastic teases.

However, it was once Spy’s laughter was gone, with the rest of the mercenaries “defeated” that Scout really realized just how bad his situation was.

“OH, SCOUT! YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE LEFT!”

Scout tensed up. His legs still refused to work.

“LET THE SLAUGHTER BEGIN!”

He was so, so screwed.

But damn if it wasn’t in the best possible way.

[comfortengineer]

Sfm request goin' up! 👷🔧

I love our defense boys! So how about them having a small tickle fight? (Ik it can be challenging to capture fighting, so you can simplify it if you want/need!!!!)

So here's the first trial work, for your evaluation, I would call it "inspiration before the fight" It's not a tickle fight, but ticklish half-hugs also count:3

(honestly I'm worried about what's going on with the quality, so just tell me how it is?)

[jellee-sandwich]

How would the mercs react to "this little piggy!"? :3

On feet/toes but also with sprinkles of hand tickling

Scout: He might think, and be very verbal about, that it's extremely stupid and childish, but it doesn't change the fact that his feet and toes are extremely ticklish. I can imagine his ma and/or brothers used to do that to him knowing how ticklish he is so he knows damn well how this ends so the anticipation is killing him as each toe gets pinched. But also the last moment when his sole gets scribbled on is his favourite part :3

Similar with hands. His palms aren't nearly as ticklish as his feet, but tracing his palm still will make him giggle if done right. And if he's not wearing his tape of course. Well, wearing it all the time also helps keep his hands a bit more sensitive than if they were without it

But to be honest I think we wouldn't really like it. Not for the tickling part, just for the childish thing part. Because he'd feel like he's being treated like a kid and he hates it since many people do that in an insulting way including in the fandom. But if you manage to make him believe it's not like that he might like it more. Still, don't overdo it. There are many other ways to tickle him

Soldier: Now, he never experienced "this little piggy!", so not only does he not understand it at first but also doesn't expect the last part. He thinks his ler is just pinching his toes for whatever reason. He can actually take a few pinches without showing it tickles. Mostly. Like he will have to internally stop himself from letting out chuckles but he won't burst into laughter even if he doesn't. And then the "wee wee wee" part comes and he can't stop himself from laughing, especially considering the surprise. It's like a quick burst that he tries to immediately stop once it's over and act like it never happened or it did but only because he was surprised.

As for hands, weirded out even more because on his palms it barely tickles. A bit, but only enough for him to smile if he doesn't stop himself. It feels more like some sorta massage more than anything, which, to be honest, is pretty pleasant since his hands are quite hardened and not exactly used to gentleness

Pyro: Honestly, Pyro's a lot like Scout if Scout 100% liked it. Don't get me wrong, they're aware that due to their nature they can get infantalized so this childlish game won't help their case, but they don't care about it as much as Scout does. They like it and that's that. Worst comes to worst they will lit someone on fire. Went on a tangent there but of course they love such games, so they are wriggly and giggly the entire time.

Pretty much the same thing with hands. Like everywhere else they have fried nerves there so you gotta find the right spots, and their hands aren't the most ticklish, but there are good spots there still.

Demoman: Now while Demo is always up for some tickles, well, likeeee 85% of the time, but those kinda games are actually quite flustering to him when he's a lee. As a ler he'd love them. Well, he does love them as a lee, but yeah, all this pinching his sensitive tootsies while telling this silly sequence gets him quite worked up. In fact, it's one of the things that will make him hide his face in his hands as he continues giggling and squeaking

His hands are sensitive enough to make him squirm but with enough effort it won't make him laugh. Still, he will definitely react.

Heavy: Now, his feet are quite ticklish. Ok, really ticklish. His 2nd most ticklish spot sooo when he gets those massive toes pinched, he reacts each time with a small jump and a snicker at least. While one of his feet is busy with that the other one is kicking unless restrained which as we know would be ideal ;). And then his back arches violently and he bursts into laughter when his sole is targeted. He does feel a little silly about something like that being done to him - the giant of a full grown, strong as hell man that he is buuut then again the same could be said about tickling him in general.

Now the same thing on his hand will get him snickering a bit. Especially works if his ler digs a bit into his skin to get to those sensitive nerves that he's got.

Engineer: Very flustered. He's a grown-ass, quite old man and someone wants to pinch his toes while saying "this little piggy went to the market"? Jeez... There are so many other ways to tickle and you gotta do him like that? Either way he still ends up squirming and wheezing because it still tickles and those toes are wiggling

His palms, well, palm, is quite ticklish actually... partly because it's often covered in sweat. The man works with his hands, of course. The point is, it will also make him protest while snickering, threatening his ler wih his other, notably more dangerous, hand

Medic: He'd love doing that to others but it being done to him, while delightful, prolonged could frustrate him because of the massive lee mood it would awaken. During the toes pinching he's mostly just waiting for the last part. He needs more to satisfy that lee mood, you know? So he'd start teasing and wiggling his toes, maybe threatening to tickle his ler instead. Unless he happens to be in one of his softer lee moods, but that's rare.

Similar with hands, though his favourite part is the anticipation when his gloves are being taken off. He wiggles his fingers here too, but honestly? He's kinda happy to have this less popular spot tickled, it's new in a way.

Sniper: Good God, why you gotta do him like this? It's so embarrassing but fuck, he kinda likes it and he hates it. Like it's one thing that he likes being tickled in general, but this specific way is kinda perfect for him?? It's not very intense, it's playful and kinda soft. My point is he ends up very red and very giggly. Stupid ticklish feet. He tries to keep his toes from wiggling. He fails but still. He hiccups at every pinch

If this on his feet is perfect, then on his hands it's perfect when he wants to relax. Like, it's similar to tickling him on his back. Barely ticklish but still definitely ticklish. He can just lie down and relax while giggling every now and then.

Spy: Infuriated that it works on him and this childish tone is pissing him off, again, cause it works on him. How dare you do something like that to this cold, merciless assassin? He probably turns onto his front so he can bite the pillow not to laugh. And then his sole gets the ticklish tracing, and he practically chokes on it because he can't stop himself from laughing. So yeah, absolutely mortified. Tell no one of this

Much better with hands because he can actually stand it and not react if he focuses enough. All that training was worth it! Yay? That is if he doesn't get rid of his ler during it

[jellee-sandwich]

Red demo getting integorated by blu soldier with electric toothbrush (I love how you wrote demo's laugh lines with electric toothbrush XD) and when demo asks what he wants to know at the end, Solly just replies that "nothing much, just wanted to see you laugh"

Bonus points for adding some body oil, since we need that Scot laughing his ass off

-🥝

“Victory for the BLU team!” Administrator’s voice echoed through the entirety of the Harvest’s battleground, igniting a variety of reactions.

“Hell yeah!”

“Yes, we did it!”

“Aw, c’mon.”

"Really? Tch."

Amongst all the cheers and grunts RED Demoman swore loudly, “Aw, crape.” 

He frowned and gave Eyelander a dirty look. Then the scoreboard appeared with everyone’s points. Last place in his team. Last place if you took the BLU team into consideration too.

“Ahaha, success!” 

BLU Soldier’s laughter from behind interrupted Demo’s glaring and caused him to turn around on his heel, giving the other a similarly unhappy stare.

“We’ll get yer team next time, lad,” He warned with an accusatory pointer finger making his, by technicality only, enemy stop wheezing.

Soldier coughed. “Well uhhh since we’re done here, come with me.” He leaned on his rocket launcher.

Demoman’s face softened a little.

“What for?”

Soldier simply shrugged. Well, still, it was more than enough to convince the other.

“Alright, alright”

After exchanging a few words with his team, mostly not so pleasant ones, and giving them a heads-up about his whereabouts, Demoman rejoined Soldier.

“We’re goin’ to yer base?” Demo concluded after a while of them following the BLU team.

“Affirmative!”

“Gonna drink or something?”

“No!” Soldier replied cheerfully before coughing into his fist about as subtly as if Saxton Hale himself suddenly appeared in front of their very eyes. “I mean yes! Drinking! To celebrate victory!”

Demo’s facial expression was back to a not so lenient one.

He took a sip from his bottle.

“There!” Soldier pointed at a sturdy chair in his room. 

Demo wasted no time sprawling all over it, bottle still in his hand. 

“I will be right back!”

Demo reacted with a lazy thumbs up. Once his friend was gone he took the last sip and closed his eye, letting the alcohol do its job. He sighed. Maybe it was good that Soldier took him to his room, because he swore if he were within arm-length of any other enemy mercenary right now it would not end well.

He squeezed his eye tighter, angry wrinkles covering his forehead.

The door creaked open and Demo could hear Soldier coming up to him and putting down… something. What he did not hear however was a clink of glasses or a bottle or even a bucket filled with ice.

He finally decided to look. 

“Where-?” 

A rope wrapped around his wrist before his sight could register the situation. 

“Huh?” 

He tried to get up but the wrist was already tied to the back of the chair, Soldier now busy working on his second arm. The empty bottle of Scrumpy landed on the floor.

“Soldier, what are ye doin’?!” Demo attempted to get up once more but the chair simply shifted underneath him without letting him go.

When Soldier looked up at him and took in the sight of his “prisoner” he laughed “evilly”, “Ahaha! I finally got you, you skirt-wearing Scot!”

“What.” Demo blinked. “Solly, I ain’t in the mood fer whatever that is-.”

“Silence! You are now a prisoner of war!” Soldier interrupted and leaned closer to Demo, now almost eye to eye with him. Minus the helmet covering most of the upper part of his face. Details. “And this is a… a…an interrogation!”

“What.”

“Interrogation!”

Demo opened his mouth but just when words were about to escape, the only thing that left his lips was a choked noise instead the moment Soldier turned around. He picked something up from the cupboard and moved to face him again.

“Uh…”

It was an electric toothbrush.

Soldier grinned.

“Wait-!”

Buzzing filled the air.

“Wait, wait!” The chair scraped against the floor until it hit the wall. 

Soldier followed closely and kneeled in front of the restrained mercenary. 

“Lad, c’mon! I ain’t hidin’ anything!” Demo could feel the corners of his lips going up. Oh no. “Whatcha want from me anyway? Are ya SpyyyAHAHAHAY!”

The toothbrush dived under his clothes and hit his side. Demo’s chest itself felt as if it was vibrating now. 

“Pfffffhhhh ngh!” He bit his lower lip while Soldier was gleefully moving the toothbrush all over his right flank. 

Then he led it right under the lower ribs. 

“NAHAHAHA, YER A DEHEHEHEVIL!” Demo tugged at his wrists. "STOHOHOP!"

“Request denied,” Soldier replied way too casually before declaring, “That’s not how interrogations work!” He moved the vibrating tool down, almost hitting the other’s hipbone.

It didn’t take long from there for Demo to howl, "OHOHOHHAHAHAHAH! NO, NOHOHOHOH!” The tickling moved on to his left side, travelling slowly from the hip to the ribs. “T-TAAAHEHEHE-TAKE IT AWAHAHAHAY FROM MY DAHAHAHANG SIHIHIIIIDES! AT LEHEHEHEAST GOHOH FOR MY LEHEHEHEHEGS OR SOMEHEHETHING!”

As if disagreeing with their owner, Demo’s legs managed to pull off one coordinated move that knocked Soldier down to the floor.

“Oof! Should have tied your legs too.”

Unfortunately for Demoman, that only caused Soldier to land on his knees without really slowing him down. He leaned on Demo’s thighs and continued the tickling with a self-satisfied smirk.

“WHAHAHAT DO YE- YE- YEHEHEHEHE! WAIT- NAHAHAHA!” This time Demo’s attempts to kick Soldier away didn’t do much.

Since his voice refused to work right, Demo's hazy mind had to do all the heavy lifting. Or at least try to. What did Soldier want from him? To know the RED team’s strategy? But his team won today. Plus now of all times? Before he could think of any more possibilities he felt- oh no.

“Lad-!” He squeaked. 

The toothbrush still vibrating against his skin was now moving right. Closer and closer to his stomach. 

“LAD!” Demo’s voice wavered, his stomach sucking in so much you’d think he was competing with someone.

Those blasted bzzzzt sounds were going to be the death of him and then they would haunt him in the afterlife.

His cheeks puffed up as he took a deep breath and held.

“...!”

Just as he was about to give in, Soldier’s hand moved away from Demo’s stomach, the buzzing disappeared too.

“H…uh?” Demo asked breathlessly, his chest heaving. “Are ye… finished? Or ye gon'… tell me what… ye want?” He tugged at his wrists again, weakly.

“No!” Soldier shook his head energetically. “I just got an idea!”

“Oh God…” 

Perhaps the smart choice would be to keep his eye opened but… no matter how many times Demo told himself that, once he saw Soldier rummaging through his drawers considering what item he picked up the last time… yeah, no. The demolition expert chose not to look.

“Sollll,” He whined but good God he was still smiling. And blushing. Damn it all.

“Patience, maggot!” 

At least this time he didn’t catch any buzzing.

...

What happened next made him almost wish he did.

He could feel Soldier going back close to him. 

Oh no. 

Then he felt his shirt being lifted. 

Oh double no. 

Then he heard something being… squeezed?

His eye flew open.

“Don’t ye- ghhh!”

Soldier’s hand was already on his stomach, rubbing a damn body oil into it.

“S-Shihihite-!” Demo’s shoulders tensed up.

“Here!” Soldier rubbed his slippery hands against his sleeves once he was done. “This is for sure going to get this information out of you.”

Demo’s breath quickened. Oh God. Oh fuck. 

“What info-?!”

Soldier’s hand was back at it, scratching the sensitive skin with a switched-on electric toothbrush like it was his job.

Demo’s legs kicked against the floor, but as his back arched and his mouth opened, no laughter escaped him, just an extremely breathy wheeze.

“No laughter?” Soldier frowned. “Unacceptable!” 

The toothbrush was now moving faster and faster in unpredictable patterns.

“...OHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Demo’s cackles returned in full force, maybe more than that. 

As if that weren’t enough, he could feel a tear of laughter trickling down his cheek.

“That’s better. Good job, captive maggot!”

“SOHOHOHOHOHOL-.” Another wheeze.

And another.

Then a series of snickers.

A squeak.

And all of that happening in accompaniment of Soldier’s delighted chuckles and occasional teasing words.

Eventually though, once the laughter was way more wheezing and everything else breathless than being an actual laughter, Soldier mercifully stopped.

“Haaah… ha… mmhm…” 

It took his ticklee a while to realize he was gradually getting freed. No matter what though the oil now spread on most of his chest was still very… attention-grabbing. 

“Fuhuck ye,” Demo giggled out, his arms falling limply to his sides.

Soldier though still grinning, remained silent.

“So… what did ye want to know? What was… that interrogation fer?”

The BLU mercenary’s confident expression wavered, just a bit.

"Nothing much, just wanted to see you laugh."

Demo’s eye widened. 

“What? I thought it was an-,” He tried to get up but breathlessness put him back down on the chair. “Ugh. Thought it was an interrogation?! 'N' ye just wanted to see me smile o' all things?”

“...You were upset earlier,” Soldier replied quieter. “Now you’re smiling.”

“...” Words got stuck in Demo’s throat and this time not because he was out of breath.

Because God damn if Soldier wasn’t right.

“...I love ya, lad.”

“Huh?”

“Still gonna getcha though. Later…”

After all, Demo was still counting on those drinks.

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I think all this yapping made me run dry cause I have nothing to add uhhhhhhh have this story from playing tf2:

I was using the tele and appeared under the stairs in like the least normal spot ever that you shouldn't be able to squeeze into and was like "who tf" and then I turned and saw him