OMG CONGRATS NIM!!!!!!!!! Time flies by so fast!!! I feel like you were at your 900 milestone just yesterday! I’m super proud of you and all your work! I’m super happy I got introduced to your content!!!! <3333333
For my request can you please do lee!Yu Q. Wilson and ler!Ike Eveland with his sides being the spot if you don’t mind?
I saw that they had an off collab recently and I thought it would be a super cute idea!!
-A VERY PROUD ANONNNNNNNNNN💪💪
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Omg I don't even know what to say, hahaha. I'm glad you like my work, anon, also... 👀 who introduced you to my blog? how did that happen?
*AHEM* anyway, it's been a hot minute since I caught up with anything from the niji guys, buuut I wanted to do smth with Wilson for a loooong time, so I decided to give it a shot
hope you like it!
From any other point of view, this could easily pass as the senior bullying his junior. Not that it wasn’t a senior bullying his junior, they just… had a good excuse. “Come on! 30 more seconds or I will have to start over!” Ike sang out loud, seeing a stream of messages coming from the chat while Wilson laughed under his touch.
It was a struggle just to make sure he wasn’t getting off the camera’s frame, but Ike made sure to put some extra effort in making it work. “B-but- ahahAHAh, w-wait!! I-it tihihickles!” WIlson cried, using every ounce of strength he had left in his body to keep his arms from shooting down.
Ike, however, only let a few quiet giggles in response to his junior’s pleas, continuing to methodically dig and poke at his sides, looking for any spot that would make him jump and thrash in his chair. “Almost there! Maybe we can double the donation goal for the next batsu, hm? ~”
Aaaahhhh, I'm kinda late, but congrats on your milestone, m'lady! You absolutely deserve your followers, and we'll always love you and your content <3 ✨🌸
(And also, if you're still taking requests, maybe something with lee!Vox and ler!Ike, if you want? I've been craving it, okay, now I'm feeling nervous to send this, anywaynowi'mgonnagohideagain, ly 💖)
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Thank you so, so, so much! It means a lot when it comes from an amazing artist such as yourself!!
Also, my dear, even if my blog was deactivated, you are one of the people I would NEVER turn a request down. I'd come back from the dead just to write it.
So, that being said, I humbly offer you this drabble. Hope you enjoy and, again, tysm for the support <3 <3 <3
Ike took a sip from his drink while he heard Vox talking about his last stream. As much as he enjoyed the demon’s company and didn’t mind being his listening, most of that information would simply fall on deaf ears.
“...but then Mysta came out of nowhere and tickled me…”
The novelist used the straw to stir his drink, moving the small blocks of ice when that particular sentence struck him. Ike raised his eyebrows in curiosity, slightly turning his face to Vox. “Sorry, Mysta did what?”
“Oh, like, he came from behind and wiggled his fingers over my waist. It made me let out a really awful squeal,” Vox said, between chuckles, “he caught me off guard and I-”
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Vox.” Ike interrupted his colleague, placing his glass down while a slight smirk formed on his lips.
“Well, to put it like that it’s an overstatement. I was simply scared wh-”
“Then…” Ike interrupted him again, this time the novelist could tell that Vox knew where he wanted to get with those comments. “Can I test it out?” He spoke softly, holding his hand in front of his chest and slowly wiggling his fingers.
The demon felt a shiver run down his back, swallowing dry at the idea. Yet, he tried his best to put up some calm facade, hoping to talk the novelist out of it. “I don’t see the need for that.”
“And why not? If you are not ticklish, there is no reason to fear.”
“I’m not fearing anything, it’s just thaAHA- Ike! N-nohoh, s-stop it!” Vox choked on his laughter when Ike ignored his words and reached for his waist, pinching it skillfully. As the tinglish feeling spread across his body, the demon quickly held the novelist’s wrist, trying to pry it off of his body.
“Huh… so, Mysta “scared” you like this?” Ike teased, managing to switch to Vox’s side despites the other man’s attempts to stop him. The change of spots made him twist and turn on his chair, trying to battle both the urge to laugh and Ike’s tickling.
“Y-yehehah, now s-stohop it! AhaHAh, e-enohough!” Vox pleaded, trying to lean away from Ike’s hand to the point he was almost falling from his chair.
“Already? I thought you were not ticklish, Vox. Were you lying then?” Ike pressed the man further, cornering him both literally and metaphorically.
“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahaha, I-I’m not tihihicklish!” The demon protested, being forced to use one arm to support his body while the other kept trying to fend Ike’s assault off.
“Sure thing,” Ike chuckled, finally giving Vox a break. The novelist smugged, picking up his glass again and beginning to stir his drink. “Anyway, finish your story. So, after that, what did- ahm… Vox?”
As he turned to face his colleague again, Vox had a clearly annoyed smile on his face. Ike couldn’t help but slightly lean away from him. “Is… everything ok?”
“Oh, I’m perfectly fine, Ike, but since we are on the topic… how ticklish you said you were?”
Idk I got the idea and it has been executed 🫡 hope you enjoy!! 💗💗💗
this is a tickle fic!!!
All sfw!!
Lee! Kyle Lers! Ike and Gerald
Kyle teaches ike about the body leading to an unexpected turn for him
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“And look there Ike, That’s your heart!”
Kyle and Ike sat together on the couch reading a children’s book about the human body. Ike looked at the book in awe, as he placed his hand to where his heart belonged in his chest.
“Do you feel it beating?” Kyle asked the toddler.
“Ooohh!” Ike said as he felt his heart beat against his small palm.
Kyle flipped the page. “Oh, and here are the lungs! They allow us to breathe.”
Ike took a deep breath and smiled up at his big brother. Kyle looked down at him with admiration. He always loved spending time with his little brother. He had his own responsibility to be a good influence for the kid, so teaching him was something Kyle was always excited to do.
“Next page Kyle!” Ike said gleefully. Kyle flipped the next page in the book. This time it was the ribcage.
“Ah, this is the ribcage Ike. It protects your organs like your heart and lungs!” Kyle exclaimed.
Ike cocked his head to the side. “Protect from what?”
Kyle thought for a moment. “Oh, well.. I don’t really know?”
Gerald, who had been watching from the kitchen entryway, decided to chime in with his own insight. “Well Ike it’s rather simple, anything that might pose as a possible threat or harm to your body in that area.” Gerald stated.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Daaad, Ike isn’t gonna get it when you explain it like that!”
Gerald chuckled at his son. “Oh you’re absolutely right Kyle. Let me put it in a way that both of you will understand.” Gerald made his way over to the couch.
“Here look Ike.” Gerald said as he pointed to Kyles ribs. “They help protect you from anything that might attack from the outside”
Kyle smiled pridefully, as he was being used as an example.
Then suddenly, Gerald held Kyle in his grip.
“Like an attack of the tickle monster!”
“Huh? W-wait! Dad!” Kyle said in a panic as he attempted to squirm out of his fathers hold. Fingers began rapidly wiggling against his sides and ribs. Kyle was totally unprepared for the tickle onslaught. And immediately squealed at the sensations.
“See Ike, I’m “attacking” Kyle, but his ribs protect his organs from me! Unfortunately for him, he’s just very ticklish.” Gerald explained to the toddler as he continued to claw at the older boys rib cage, occasionally darting his hands down to his sides. Kyle let out plenty of laughter and a light pink dusted his freckled cheeks from his dad’s teasing.
“ahAha!! D-dahahad! quihihit ihihit!!” Kyle yelped out with a fit of helpless giggles. He had slunk over closer to Ike, trying to escape. Ike looked at his big brother, fascinated by how his demeanor completely changed. Ike no longer cared for learning about the ribs, but rather how ticklish his brother was now.
Ike hovered a finger above Kyle’s upper abdomen. “I’m tickle monster!!” The 5 year old said, and with that, he began to poke his older brothers ribs.
“Hahahaa!! Staha-stop! Nohohoo-No mohorehee tihickle monsteher!!” Kyle belted out, trying to shove his dads hands and now Ike’s away from him. Gerald then gently grabbed Kyle’s wrists and held them above his head.
“Go on, get him Ike!” The idea of teaching Ike was left in the past, and now it was completely about tickling Kyle. With his dad only holding him down now, the tickle sensations weren’t as intense. But Ike still was on the attack! His little hands squeezed all over Kyle, rather than his ribs alone.
“Hehe! Kyle tickles!!” Ike said, continuing to scribble along his belly and sides.
“Eheheeh!! I-ike th-thahaats nohohot eheven my rihihibs!!” Kyle belted out.
“Kyle’s right Ike, his ribs are here.” Gerald said, as he poked a finger along Kyle’s left ribcage. “Try counting them Ike! There’s 12 on each side. If you mess up you can try again. Don’t worry I’ll hold him down!” Gerald said as Kyle continued to thrash under him.
“N-no dahad!! AaAHA!!” Kyle said as he felt Ike prod him in his ribs.
“Oneee, twooo, thwee..” as Ike went on, Kyle continued to laugh. Even if it was only Ike tickling him, he was still just a sensitive ball of nerves.
Sheila then walked by witnessing the whole situation.
“MOM!! hehe- help meheEe!!” Kyle called out to his mother.
“Me and daddy are tickle monster!!” Ike said, as he squished his brothers tummy.
“Oh come on now Gerald, he’s had enough. Why, look at his face, he’s all red!” Sheila stopped and cooed at the sight for a few seconds. It was nice seeing her boys all get along. She quickly took out her phone and snapped a photo. “Alright boys that’s enough, let Kyle breathe.”
Gerald let go of Kyles hands and Ike haltered his motions. As Kyle was then released from the tickle cell, he quickly moved away from his dad and Ike; heading toward his mother. She motioned Kyle over to give her a hug, and squeezed him tight.
“Always been a mamas boy, that one.” Gerald said, while letting out a quick chuckle before making his way back in the kitchen.
Kyle glared at his dad as he walked away, still holding on to his mother. “I’m too old for the tickle monster now..” he grumbled. He could feel his cheeks burn up again. Sheila looked down at her son and rubbed his back.
“Hm you might feel too old for that, but you know what bubbie?”
Kyle looked up at his mom. “What?”
She pointed a finger back over to the couch. Kyle turned his head and saw Ike quietly reading the book they had previously been looking at. Ike flipped a page, “.. m-muscles!” he said excitedly. Kyle smiled at the sight. All that reading with him really paid off.
Sheila gave Kyle another tight squeeze and whispered,
“You’re never too old to be a good big brother. And you’re doing a great job.”
