#lee lucas

[veryblushyswitch]

could you please do prompt 97 with ler!Lucas and Lee!Max from stranger things? Thanks+I love your work🩷

Max & Lucas ~ (tickle fic)

Summary: Lucas takes Max down a few pegs after she keeps saying she’s not ticklish.

Lee: Max & a little lee Lucas

Ler: Lucas & a little ler Max

Authors Note: I’m so happy to be writing requests again!! Thank you to everyone who has sent one in!! I’m getting to them when I can and I appreciate your patience 💖

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas sarcastically remarked over his girlfriend’s giggles.

Max could never live down the fact that she was ticklish. Even though Lucas was 100 times more sensitive than she was, she couldn’t escape the fact that tickling made her lose all control and submit to laughter.

And maybe she didn’t really mind that. Not that she would ever tell anyone. But she didn’t need to. Lucas saw through her tough girl façade and made sure to indulge her in tickle fights every now and then.

The whole situation had started when Lucas was the victim of a tickle attack himself. He was unable to do anything but laugh as Max massaged his ribs and poked his neck.

After he surrendered, she proclaimed how she couldn’t believe anyone could be that ticklish. Even going as far to say, “I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Not that I’m ticklish anyway.”

This sparked that revenge nerve inside Lucas. He eyed his prey and pounced before giving it a second thought. Without time to process his sudden counterattack, Max yelped as Lucas pinned her to the floor and started squeezing her sides.

“Luhucahahahahahas! Stahahahahahap!” Max scrambled to grab at his hands. She failed in the long run as he would switch to her underarms or ribs and back to her sides. This kept her on high alert and unable to predict his next move.

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas smirked, moving to do the same technique she used on him just a moment ago.

“NAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! LUCAHAHAHAHAHAS! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” She pushed at the hand attacking her ribs and scrunched her shoulders when the hand tickling her neck skimmed her ear.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out? Sucks for you, Mad Max~” Lucas teased. Max kicked her legs and soon came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to get out of this by squirming.

She reached out and tweaked Lucas’ side. A high pitched squeal, that Lucas would never admit to being the source of, echoed through the air before he pinned the offending hand down with his knee.

“Oh you are so in for it now, Mayfield!” He moved his wiggling fingers to her underarm and watched as she screeched and erupted once again into laughter. Her other hand tried hard to protect the area, but all efforts were futile.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Max pulled at her wrist and even let out a snort. To which Lucas struggled to keep upright as he was sent into hysterics at the sound.

“SHUHUHUHUT *snort* UHUHUHUHUP!” Lucas laughed so hard at the second snort that he completely fell over onto his side. Max immediately curled into a ball and grasped her sides. Giggles rang through the air as Max recovered from the tickles and Lucas calmed down.

“You’re soho mehean.” Max playfully whined, kicking at Lucas’ arm while he controlled his giggles.

“Sahays the one who tickled me first!” He pushed at her foot and even gave it a few scribbles making her squeal and pull her legs to her chest.

They continued to giggle and lay on the floor, telling stories and eventually getting up when it was time for Max to leave. She placed a kiss to his forehead before Lucas cupped her face and kissed her lips.

They melted into each others embrace as they hugged. Lucas waved goodbye and smiled at the memory of recent events. Yet another memorable date for the books.

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Oh my gosh I haven’t done requests in forever!! Hope you enjoyed this and thank you everyone for your patience 💖

[lopsicle]

Woo, I say it’s been looking then 2-3 business weeks, and I still haven’t written that Lumax tickle fic, so I suppose I should get onto that.

Pairings: Lumax (lee! Lucas, ler! Max

Warnings: Tickle fic,

Punishment fits the crime

‘Luuuuucas~!’ A playful, yet threatening voice called out throughout the house. Lucas’ feet collided with the carpet as he made a mad dash through the corridors. His heart was beating out of his chest, as he heard a gentle, yet alarmingly fast presence approach. He anxiously looked around at his surroundings, his legs bouncy as his fingers dug into his palms. He practically pushed his body weight into the door to his left, stumbling as he looked around the bedroom. Hiding under the bed? Too obvious. Jumping out the window? She’d catch up with him. The closet? The closet. The closet! Lucas practically slammed the door behind him, as he rushed over to the dark brown closet. His hands anxiously fiddled with the knobs as he pried them open, hopping inside quickly. He shut the doors, a comforting darkness enveloping him as his body gently slid down until he was curled up on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he took in slow deep breaths, all the anticipation he had beginning to slowly leave him…

And come right back when had the door to the bedroom opening. ‘Luuuucas!’ A voice called out playfully in a sing songy tone. Lucas clasped his hands over his mouth, taking in slow, shaky breathes. ‘Let’s see..’ he heard slow, agonisingly slow footsteps as Max made sure to check every single area of the room; Lucas’ anticipation and anxiety built more and more.

‘What about here?’ Max said casually, taking slow, quiet steps as Lucas’s eyes darted around the small crack in the closet door, and he saw a bright blue hoodie on the other side of the door. His breathing hitched for a second, before the doors flung open quickly as Max stood over him with a wide smirk as Lucas let out a frightened squeal.

‘There you are!’ Max grinned to herself, as Lucas tried to push past her, but had Max’s arms quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. She sat in the floor cross legged, and brought the kicking Lucas into her lap, holding him just firm enough so that he couldn’t run away.

‘Now, are you going to tell me where you hid my skateboard or am I gonna have to tickle the living hell out of you?’ She said casually with a wide smile, as Lucas awkwardly shifted around in her lap, gently biting his lip and blushing madly at the tease, all his anticipation increasing ten fold. He kept his mouth shut as he gently buried his face in her neck as she grinned wider.

‘No? Okay then, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!’ She began gently spidering her fingers up and down his sides, the touch was gentle and quick, but it was enough to make Lucas’ squirm as small giggles escaped his lips.

‘M-mehehx, agh, p-pleahahse..’ he begged softly, his body twitching around at the light touches.

‘Please what? Please tickle me more? If you insist!’ Max smiled widely as her hands dug around under Lucas’s shirt, before rapidly scratching around against the bare, sensitive skin.

‘Ah! M-maahahahahax, cahahahahame on, eeep!’ Lucas squealed out, curling up slightly around Max’s arm as careless laughter poured out of his mouth.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle, Lucas! You know how to get me to stop!’ Max cooed gently, dragging her nails up to his ribs. She began digging her nails into his ribs, before gently wiggling her fingers into them.

‘Ahhhh, nahahahahahaha, Mahahahahahahahahax!’ Lucas felt his face heat up each time Max said that god forsaken word. The intense feeling practically tour through his body as he twitched and squirmed about softly. ‘Swihahahaahahtch spahahahahahahts!’ He pleaded desperately.

‘Hm, if you insist!’ Max cooed, as she gently left Lucas on the floor to catch his breath, knowing he wouldn’t run away. She rummaged through the open closet and retrieved a very soft, bristly hairbrush.

‘Last chance, Lucas!’ She grinned widely, as she sat on his hips, rolling up his shirt to his chest. Lucas blushed and gulped, biting his lip as he shook his head.

‘Your funeral,’ she smirked, as she began sliding the brush up and down his sides, making her movements slow and careful, deeply scratching into the skin.

‘M-mahaahAHAHAHAHAHAahahahhahx, p-pleahahahahahahahae!’ He pleaded softly, his hips buckling up and down at the touch.

‘You know how to make me stop!’ She teases gently, moving the brush to his belly and tracing it around in circles.

‘N-nahahaAHAHAHAHAHAAH, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!’ He whined, his torso dancing from side to side as he felt the consistent, intense presence of the brush on his bare skin.

‘Aww, is your little tummy too ticklish?’ She baby talked him softly, before rapidly scrubbing the brush around all over his belly, sporadically so he had no way of knowing where she’d strike.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHA, THAHEHEHEEHEHEH AHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHTTIC!’ He practically screamed, his body convulsing as his head shook with ticklish glee.

The brush was taken away almost instantly as Max stood up, leaving Lucas to catch his breath on the floor. She smirked at the state she left him in before leaning down to his face. ‘Next time you wanna be tickled, you can just ask me~!’ She whispered teasingly, causing Lucas to blush and curl up as she skipped out of the room.

Lucas breathing slowed and calmed, as he composed himself, leaning against the bed. God, he loved her so much.

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So, my third tickle fic after a while, I’ve noticed that I can’t find a single Elmax tickle fic, so I may write one if y’all want me to, but I have a couple of asks I still need to get to.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[lithi]

The fact that LP!Lucas got thrown in the middle of Seoul and that he was forced to revert to his kid form makes me go insane like what the fuck happened did he end up growing up with Lee Jihye at the orphanage or what

[lithi]

I have decided that the LP!Lucas/Lee Jihye ship is called LeeLucas thank you very much for your attention