#ler!carol

[spawnswitchiraia]

wanted to see Lee!Hex getting tickled by Ler!Carol and Ler!Whitty, since he deserves better <3

Here is! Hex is so adorable robot!!

[otomiyaa]

Random headcanon for The Marvels:

Kamala getting caught writing fanfics where she's having tickle fights with Captain Marvel and being super embarrassed, but then Monica encourages Carol to help Kamala live her sweet innocent dream, and Carol is being all awkward as well so Monica is the one who pounces on Carol first and tickles her.

Kamala joins in, but Carol very quickly recovers and turns the tables on her, and Monica just steps away while Kamala is getting tickled by her idol and her happy squeals and cackles can be heard through the entire ship.

[morgsticklee]

Making a Lee!Daryl and Ler!Carol piece cause y'know there ain't enough of it. It's a work in progress but woop woop.

[sillyfeathers]

Demonstration (Carol x Reader)

Hilarious Prompt: Not much, just tickling [Name] to pieces / You think you’re so funny. Characters: Carol Danvers, reader, ft. Wanda Maximoff Summary: Your sister decides that you would be the perfect candidate to jog Captain Marvel’s memory. Warnings: fluff Words: 654

A/N: For @theambracer88 ! Sorry that it’s so short, and I hope you don’t mind that Wanda is featured as well! As usual, the character is Wanda’s sister <3 Carol was a little tough to write for, so hopefully it isn’t too OOC.

“WAHANDA!”

“Yes? What’s up?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT!”

“I don’t actually, do you mind telling me?”

“YOU’RE –”

Whatever you were going to yell out next, you were cut off by the feeling of your sister kneading your hips while curls of feathery magic darted around your neck and under your arms. You shrieked, throwing your head back in mirth. Your sister had only been tickling you for a couple of minutes while you waited to meet with Carol about a new mission, but she’d clearly decided you were long overdue for some sisterly bonding.

“Hey, Wanda – oh, okay, what’s going on here?” You felt the magic disappear and your sister’s fingers slowed as Carol entered the room. 

“Not much, just tickling Y/N to pieces,” Wanda replied smugly, and you let out an embarrassed whine, squirming away from her and curling up into a giggling ball.

“Tickling…” Carol said the word slowly, and paused, as if she was searching for something. “I remember that. How does it – it’s involuntary laughter, right?”

You could hear the evil grin in Wanda’s voice as she spoke. “We’d be more than happy to demonstrate,” she said, and before you could resist she was pulling you to your feet and pinning your arms behind your back. “Wanna try?”

“Ms Danvers, don’t,” you mumbled, blushing and trying to wriggle out of your sister’s grip. But it seemed to go unnoticed as she approached you, the corners of her mouth upturned.

Gently fluttering fingers reached your sides. You pressed your lips together, a grin spreading onto your face as you squirmed. Carol furrowed her brow, carefully crawling her fingers across to your stomach, where they rested for a moment.

“It doesn’t seem to be working,” the woman eventually said, and as she spoke, her fingers began to curl and uncurl in a claw against your skin. You let out a small squeak, shaking your head madly. 

“It – it’s not, you should stohop,” you managed to get out, but all she’d been waiting for was for you to open your mouth, and the moment you did, she attacked.

Her fingers scribbled up and down your sides, and you let out a shriek, which quickly dissolved into giggles. You crumbled under her quick, light touches, hardly able to keep standing as you felt your knees buckle.

Of course, this was literally Captain Marvel, so the moment you fell out of your sister’s arms, you were immediately swept up by your opposition. She locked her left arm around your waist, wiggling her fingers into the skin there while her right hand tickled around your neck and ears, making you scrunch your shoulders up with a squeal.

“MS DAHAHANVERS – CAHAROL –” you yelped, squirming in her grip.

“Yes?” she laughed, very much enjoying herself. “I really don’t think it’s working.”

She sensed that you were running out of breath, and so she let you go, leaving you to shrink to the ground, giggling and gasping for breath.

“You – you think –” you broke off, breathing heavily. Your sister was practically doubled over herself, trying to keep her laughter contained as she watched you try to keep yourself together.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you huffed, but there was hardly any bite behind the words when they were coming out between giggles.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N. It wasn’t working,” Carol said, her voice impassive. You didn’t respond, and she took that as an invitation to pick you up again, only using one hand while the other slowly dragged across your ribs. You spluttered, shaking your head madly, unable to move much else of your body.

“Actually, yes.”

The tickling wasn’t rendering you speechless yet, so you managed to reply. “Wh – yes?”

“Yes, Y/N. I think I’m hilarious.”

Your laughter filled the room once again, and any discussion about the mission was put on hold for a little while.