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l̶e̶e̶! P̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ L̶e̶r̶! F̶i̶r̶e̶b̶a̶l̶l̶ f̶a̶n̶f̶i̶c̶ p̶e̶r̶h̶a̶p̶s̶
(N̶o̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶c̶i̶n̶g̶ 😬)
Fireball and Pound tickle fic!
Lee Pound, ler Fireball
I don't support Cole
THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC! It's just about them tickling each other! If you don't like that or are uncomfortable, please just scroll
Warnings: Tickling gets a bit intense
Nsfw blogs dni
Fic under cut!
Pound giggled, leaning against Fireball with a sigh. Fireball didn't mention it, but he enjoyed it.
They were just hanging out together today. It was calming, more than the challenges could ever be.
"...What ya thinking about?" Pound asked, shocking Fireball out of a daydream. "Oh?" Fireball looked at Pound. "Nothing. Just.. past challenges and stuff." He murmured.
Pound sat in silence with the flame until he grew a little bored. He looked back at Fireball, who seemed to feel the same... thats only if Pound read his face correctly, though, which he's not always the best at.
"...Boop!" Pound poked Fireballs side, just trying to start something so they wouldn't be in bored silence forever. "Boop!" He poked again.
Fireball flinched lightly at the first one, squirming away the tiniest bit at the second. "P-Pound!" Fireball waved his hands at Pound, making the coin stop. Pound tittered. "What? Ticklish?" He teased.
Fireball sat silently for a few seconds before playfully pouncing at Pound. Pound should've expected that, in complete honesty.
Pound yelped, squirming slightly before realizing Fireball had just trapped him in his arms with some weird hug.
Pound giggled. "Alright, let me go now!" He said.
"Hm... No, I'd rather get you back." Fireball said calmly.
Oh, so Pounds death day was here.
Fireball began lightly squeezing both of Pounds hips. "I- Ehehe! Firebahall!" Pound squeaked, moving around and attempting to escape. After a few moments, he gave up and hid his face in his hands, quiet giggles pouring out.
"Eheh, what? Ticklish?" Fireball mocked what he had said before, making Pound kick a little bit. "Shuhut it..." Pound said between giggles.
Fireball continued, eventually coming to a stop and beginning to lightly trace up and down Pounds sides, making the coin attempt to recoil and curl up. "Nohoho.." He squeaked quietly.
"No? No what? What am I doing?" Fireball asked mockingly. "Khh-kehehe- you knohow what you're dohohoing.." Pound snickered, making a quiet squeal noise after since Fireball got a bit to close to his rib-area.
"I really don't. If you want me to stop or help you, you'll have to say whats wrong!" Fireball stopped tracing and began gently digging into the outskirts of Pounds stomach. Pound squealed, kicking around while still trapped in Fireballs hug. "Ohohoho- noho!" Pound tried to curl up and protect his abdomen, but Fireballs arms got in the way of that.
"Just say whats wrong, Pound, and it'll stop." Fireball knew what he was doing. Pound doesn't have the easiest time saying the damn t-word.
"I- Ihihi cahahahan't!" Pound was red in the face, embarrassed at the fact he can't say the simplest word just because its a bit flustering. He also knew he enjoyed it, though. Fireball wouldn't be doing this if Pound didn't enjoy it.
"You can't? Hehehe.." Fireball suddenly stopped, his hands going around pounds sides and using his thumbs to rub the spots he was tickling to help remove the tingly feelings and let Pound breathe for a moment.
Pound leaned into Fireball, catching his breath and then sighing contently once he did. "Ehehe.. Jeheherk..." Pound huffed. Fireball raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He was sarcastic in his tone. "I thought you enjoyed this stuff-" "nah-AHHH- Shut up." Pound covered Fireballs mouth with his hand, shocking Fireball entirely.
"Snrrk.." Fireball tried not to laugh at him, slowly moving Pounds wrist down so he could speak. "Hehehe, sorry, sorry!" Fireball snickered at the coin.
Pound was very clearly red, trying not to look directly at Fireball in hopes he wouldn't notice.
Fireballs hands began moving again, slowly tracing up Pounds sides. Pound squeaked, covering his face again. He expected it to be the same as before, but realized Fireball was going a biiiiit to high... oh, he's going for Pounds ribs.
"Ehehe- AHAH-"
Fireball began spidering and skittering over Pounds ribs.
"FIHIHIREBAHAHAHALL!" Pound squealed, kicking and trying to trap Fireballs arms down with his own. "IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES-" "There we go!"
Fireball suddenly stopped. "All you had to do was say it!" Fireball winked. "Ihihi...hahahate you.." Pound rested against the flame, catching his breath.
Fireball rubbed Pounds head, loosening the hug in case Pound wanted to move away. "Hey, I was going easy on you." Fireball rolled his eyes playfully. "THAT was easy on me?" Pound faced Fireball, fighting the smile that still wanted to be on his face despite the tickling being over.
"...Your face is all red." Fireball poked where Pounds nose would be. Pound grumbled something, leaning his cheek against Fireball and sighing.
"Hehehe.. Did you have fun?" Fireball rubbed Pounds head again.
"...Yea."
