#ler!layla

[pockysfluffiez]

Squealing Santa 2025 !!!

Hehe I finnaly decided to participate in @squealing-santa this year! And I got @just-a-fluffy-knight ! I drew her Marc and Layla so hopefully this will be good! :> hope ya like it bud

[skylarstark4826]

Playing With Fire

Layla has always had a certain knack for getting Warren to smile, and she was the only one who he would tolerate on days when his moods where wandering around in the deepest pits of Hell (which was basically every other day). But more than tolerate, he would talk to her, even if it was only in monosyllable grunts, it still constituted as communication. Everyone was pretty damn impressed with her Warren-handling skills. And that was where 'the bet ' was born from.

Magenta entered that cafeteria one day with a particularly evil looking smile on her face. She sat down in the seat beside Layla and smiled at her in the most sickeningly sweet way that Layla's first instinct was to run. Fast.

"Layla ol' buddy, ol' pal, feel like having a little fun?" Magenta's smile, widened and her eyes were dancing with excitement.

"Errr, define fun." Layla eyed her friend warily, becoming more and more scared every second that evil smile was on Mag's purple lips.

"You know, Warren is looking particularly sad today. I think you should try and cheer him up. Ya know, make him smile and all that jazz." She was greeted with a blank, wary expression.

"Oh just cut to the chase Magenta." Said Will. Layla's eyes widened, he was in on this too?

"Ok yeesh. Ok, well heres the thing. In hero support class this morning we were all talking about what weaknesses certain Hero's had etcetera, and then a thought came to me. What is Warren's weakness? He barely ever lets anybody touch him." More blank confused looks from Layla, who was becoming increasingly worried by the big smiles on the other's faces.

"So we came to the conclusion that he must be extremely ticklish" Magenta and the others promptly burst into giggling fits, drawing a strange look from Warren that only Layla witnessed.

"Oh no. Don't even think about it! I am not..."

"We'll pay you!" Magenta whispered urgently." Layla stopped mid-sentence.

"...how much?" That damned evil grin was back!

Layla walked towards Warren's table, glancing behind her every few minutes to see the gang trying their hardest to look innocent. If it was a class, they'd get an instant F! Ok Lay, deep breaths. He likes you, he wont hurt you, just sit down calmly and ... oh god he is going to roast me. Layla mentally berated herself for being so insanely stupid. Was being roasted by Warren worth the money? Which just happened to be $100. Dammit she was way too weak. Here goes nothing.

"Hey Warren." he replied with a grunt. Great start. "How are you today?" He looked up at her and glared, obviously not impressed by her sitting so close to him. She just smiled and against all natural instinct, scooted closer. His eyes widened and finally he spoke.

"What are you doing?" She smiled again, this time leaning in closely and placing her hand on his knee. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, this better work or I am dead! And just above his knee cap she gave the slightest squeeze.

Every single head in the cafeteria shot up at the sound of Warren Peace, infamous bad boy, self-proclaimed loner, squealing like a little girl. Will and the rest of the gang were already on the floor laughing so hard they were crying. But poor Layla was now backing away from an enraged pyrokinetic who's arms were ablaze almost as bad as his face (which Layla was sure was blushing from embarrassment more than burning with rage).

"Well, umm, I really have to go." And before Warren could respond, she was running away and out the cafeteria doors. He powered down, waited one second, then two. And then almost simultaneously, every single student burst out laughing.

Later that evening Layla made her way towards the little apartment that was built above her favourite restaurant. The Paper Lantern. She walked as silently as possible up the stairs, but he heard her, and had the door open as she reached the little landing.

"What do you want?" His voice was rough and deep. But he didn't scare her. She just smiled again and walked past him into the little one person apartment, taking off her coat as she did.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your pride today, it was a dare." His eyes went a dangerous dark colour, so she quickly continued, "sooo, to make up for it I bought this nice bottle of vodka, and I thought we could spend the night finding the rest of your ... ticklish spots. You know, just so you know your weaknesses." Her smile was all sugar and sweetness, but Warren could instantly see the hidden message behind her words. He approached her slowly and took the bottle out of her hands.

"I think I could handle that." His voice was barely above a whisper, and his lips only centimeters from her face. She smiled again, this time more seductively.

"So I'm forgiven?"

"No" and he kissed her.

Fin.

[tickletastic]

Carnival Mirrors

Fandom: Moon Knight

Ship: Marc and Steven/Layla

Summary: Marc takes advantage of the fact that he can use mirrors to talk to Steven, teasing him is so much easier when Marc can look him in the eyes. Day nine of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: mirrors!

Over the past few days, Steven had been acting much differently. Not in a bad way, he wasn’t fearful or anxious like he could get at times, but in a nervous, flustered, anticipatory way; a way that had his ears turning red as soon as he caught Marc’s face in the mirror, speed walking past it in hopes that he hadn’t looked for too long. 

Marc, of course, had started this game between them, one that he seemed to be on the winning end of thus far. Steven couldn’t even spare him a glance, closing his eyes when he passed a reflective surface, breathing in sharply when the shiny black screen of his phone glared back at him. Marc managed to make every encounter entirely mortifying, teasing Steven about how red he had turned, or making a comment about how sensitive he is just about everywhere. 

They had promised they would stop fighting for the body, though of course there were times when the two of them couldn’t see eye to eye, struggling to decide whose turn was next, or which one of them had agreed to go out with Layla. During a grapple between the two of them, while Steven had been getting ready in the bathroom, Marc had managed to gain control of one of the arms. Steven had seen his mischievous expression in the mirror and just barely stopped himself from shuddering, desperately trying to capture the arm with the one he still had control of. 

The fight came to a screeching halt when the hand Marc had control of tweaked Steven’s side, sending him into a fit of giggles, backing up until his back had hit the bathroom wall. Marc didn’t stop, of course. In fact, he had continued to roam over Steven’s torso, teasing Steven for how hard he was laughing, how easily he had gone down. Something about being able to see Marc’s face, witnessing the fond eyes and teasing smile, made it entirely worse, and Steven found himself hysterical in minutes. The debacle ended with him conceding the body to Marc, who found himself panting from Steven’s residual laughter when he took control.

Since then, everytime Steven passed a mirror, or looked in a puddle, or saw his own face reflected in Gus’ fish tank, Marc would overpower an arm, reaching out to tickle Steven for a few seconds, keeping him on edge. Thus began this waltz between the two of them, Steven constantly avoiding his reflection while Marc tried to tease him until his blush lasted all day. 

Layla had noticed the change in Steven, though, noting it to be mostly harmless, she figured she shouldn’t push to know why he was suddenly so skittish. Honestly, it was kind of cute, the way he’d flinch away with a pitched giggle when she went in for a cuddle, or let breaths out of his nose when she would come towards him too suddenly. 

Now, while the two of them were having lunch on a gloomy autumn afternoon, Layla couldn’t help but observe another eccentricity. 

“Steven, you’ve got something on your face.”

Steven’s eyes widened, “do I? Let’s see.” He grabs a napkin and uses it to wipe around his mouth, hoping it was gone. 

“It’s still there,” Layla giggles, “it looks like it might be cream or something, have you been using the moisturizer I gave you?”

Steven’s cheeks turn pink, but he nods, a shy smile on his lips. Layla reaches out and tries to rub it away, but it seems to be dried up, and she is not going to do the mom thing, lest Marc make fun of her for the rest of their lives.

“I think it might be dried on,” Layla explains, “why don’t you take a look in the mirror and clean it off with some water?”

She notices that Steven, for some reason, blushes even more, his eyes looking down at the tablecloth. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth goes into a tight, straight line, “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Wha-?” Layla scoffs, “what do you mean you don’t think you will?”

“Well, I don’t think I will go look in the mirror and wipe it off.”

Layla scrunches her nose, tilting her head to the side as if examining Steven the way she examines the artifacts she’s known to hunt down. “Now, has Marc been teasing you?”

Steven somehow gets redder, sputtering out in a poor attempt to deflect, “no, why would he? I’m not scared of Marc, of course not.”

“Alright,” Layla says slowly, a grin on her lips, “then go wipe your face.”

Steven considers for a second, but resigns himself to his fate, knowing that eventually, he would have to look in the mirror. He walks slowly to the washroom, so slowly that Layla would almost think he’s going to face his own doom, and Steven thinks that, in a way, he is. 

It takes him nearly two minutes to work up the nerve to look back at Marc, practically already picturing the stupid smirk and teasy, upturned eyebrows before he even meets his eyes. When they do make eye contact, Steven knows that he’s done for. 

“Been avoiding me?” Marc asks, a mischievous hint in his voice. 

Steven plays dumb, waving a hand up dismissively, “What? Avoiding you? No, of course not.”

“You have been,” Marc sing-songs, “and I know why.” 

Steven’s eyes go wide when he realizes he’s losing feeling in his right hand, and he tries everything to get it back, all for naught. “Marc, no. Don’t you dare, Marc. I’m warning yo-”

Steven gets cut off by his own squeal, snorting as ‘Marc’s hand’ spiders over his ribs, tasering between them. He’s giggling, though still composed enough to continue fighting for control. 

“Oh no you don’t, Mr. Giggles,” Marc teases, “you’ve been avoiding me for so long, you’re not getting away so easy.”

Steven yelps when the hand rushes down to his side, a claw vibrating rapidly as he tries to wrestle the hand away. “Mahaharc nohoho!”

Marc laughs at Steven’s reactions, not humouring his begging. He believes he had waited long enough, lurking and waiting for Steven to look at him. He knows exactly how to take Steven apart, and he plans on doing it. 

Marc’s hand goes down to hover over Steven’s tummy, and he hunches over, desperately trying to block it out. “Marc, noho! Do not, Maharc!”

Marc sees through Steven’s demands and makes quick work scratching and pinching Steven’s sensitive tummy. Steven’s knees buckle, and he writhes desperately as he tries to pry the hand away.

He can’t even hear the knock on the bathroom door, or Layla calling his name. She opens the door to see Steven on the ground, giggling as seemingly his own hand tickles him. Layla puts the pieces together now: the skittishness, the giggling, the mirror aversion, and laughs fondly as she takes in the sight. 

“Layla, HEHELP MEHEHE!” Steven squeals, twisting around in any way he thinks might stop the torture. 

“Hmm,” Layla hums, assessing the situation, “I think I might be on Marc’s side for this one.”

When Layla leans down to add her fingers to the mix, Steven howls, pounding his fist against the floor. When the tickling is over, and he’s left a red, panting mess, giggling incrementally on the tiled floor, he can’t help but think that maybe he hadn’t actually minded it at all.

[mysteriouslee]

Day 5

lee!Musa ler!Aisha (season 2)

Aisha was chasing Musa all over their dorm on Alphea. Musa had gotten a little cheeky that day and tried to prank Stella by puttibg dye in her shampoo, turns out that was Aisha's shampoo.

"MUSA GET BACK HERE!"yelled Aisha.

"IM SORRY, BUT TO BE HONEST YOU KINDA ROCK THE GREEN"shouted Musa.

Aisha caught Musa and pinned Musa's arms above her head.

"Whatever you're about to do, just know I'm not ticklish" stated Musa.

"Oh really now, let's test that theory out shall we" said Aisha.

Aisha used her free hand and squeezed Musa's hip. Musa slightly jolted and bit her lip.

"See, not tihicklish" Musa gloated.

But Musa was immediatley humblled when Aisha's hand massaged her ribs. Musa threw her head back and barked out a laugh.

"Still not ticklish?" Said Aisha.

Musa shook her head indenial but the proof was in the pudding, she was losing her shit.

"How about now" Aisha said before blowing a rapsberry in Musa's ribs.

"AHAHAHA*SNORT* NOHOHO"shrieked Musa.

"No?" asked Aisha.

"IHIHM SAHAHARRY PLEAHAHASE STOHOP"shrieked Musa.

Aisha let up went to the bathroom to fix her hair while Musa lay limp on the carpeted floor

[tastybluesprite]

New findings

Pretty sure this is my first Moon Knight tickle fanfic. I love Marc/Steven and Layla though so I had to!!! They are the best ❤️

Warnings: none besides mild cursing and just that this is a tickling fic so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read.

Summery: Layla finds out something about her dear husband.

“Is it difficult sharing a body with Steven?” Layla asked Marc when they were in his apartment. “Yeah sometimes. He can be a little difficult.” Marc replied with a sigh. “Hey! I am right here yknow…” Steven interjected from Marc’s consciousness. “You can hear him in your head?” Layla asked. “Oh yeah we talk a lot through my… our… head.”

“Is it hard to decide between you two, who should have control?” She asked.

“What’s with all the questions?” Marc asked with a slight chuckle. “Well… yknow… I’m just curious… I never even knew about Steven till now. There’s still a lot I don’t know about him and how it works between you. Like are there physical traits you share? Like pain tolerances and stuff?”

Marc thought about that, “Yeah I suppose we have about the same in that case. Wait.. you’re not threatening me are you?” He asked his wife suspiciously. Layla just laughed, “no of course not. Although….”

Marc raised and eyebrow and cautiously stepped back, “although?”

“Well from what Iearned about Steven, he’s super ticklish… and if you guys have similar traits…” Layla poked him in the belly, at which Marc flinched away while letting out an uncontrollable squeak.

“Aha!” Layla yelled in triumph. “Layla… please, don’t do this…” Marc began to back away. Layla then jumped on Marc, making him lose his balance and fall flat on his back. He then bursted into a fit of giggles when Layla began to scribble her nails into his sides. “How come I never knew till now that the Marc Spector is ticklish? Even before I knew about Steven.”

“Yohohohu nehehveher ahahsked!” Marc said through his giggling. Layla rolled her eyes, “don’t give me that bullshit! I know you’d have denied it.”

Marc would’ve retaliated, accept he then became lost in actual laughter when Layla began to dig into his armpits. Marc tried to stop her hands by clamping his arms firmly to his side, but it didn’t help.

“LAHahaHAyla! StohoOHOHP AHAHAHA!”

While he pleaded for her to stop, Layla went down only a little bit, digging into the ribs right below, causing him to explode in hysterical laughter. “NOHOHOHO!!!” He screamed out.

“Uh oh… someone is extremely ticklish here…” Layla teased as she honed in more on that hyper sensitive spot.

“S-STEHEHEVEHEN TAHAHAKE OHOHOHVEHER!!!” Marc cried desperately. “Nuh uh, not a chance mate,” Steven told him through the body’s consciousness, “Im not getting caught in that. You’re on your own.”

Layla just laughed at Marc’s desperate attempts to make the sensations stop. Though eventually she saw it was becoming too much for him so she did stop.

Marc panted heavily, trying hard to catch his breath. He felt like he just did an entire workout session. “You… are.. horrible…” he told Layla. “You love me.” She said, giving him a kiss. He grinned, “yeah…”

[mystey-here]

moon knight tickle hc: layla wasn’t ticklish until she became Tawarets avatar (idk if this is stupid but i thought it was fun)

wAIT THIS IS CUTE!!

i feel like it would be cause becoming the avatar made everything more heightened for her, including her ✨sensitivity✨. Tawaret is just like “sorry sweetheart, it’s part of the gig!”

marc totally uses this against her now, but she’s like “well you’re an avatar too sO!” and tries to tickle him, realizing that the same is true for him

obviously steven didn’t even NEED to be heightened because he’s already peak ticklishness, and she doesn’t even risk trying to tickle jake. yet.

steven totally tries to tickle her and then gets wrecked because either way he’s worse than anyone alive lol

jake also uses it against her sometimes but not as much as marc or steven (steven tickles her to get her to tickle him tbh lol). honestly jake is such a good ler that he could tickle someone who isn’t ticklish and MAKE them ticklish at that point. he always finds somewhere

[mystey-here]

send me moonknight tickle headcannons if you so please!!!! i might end up writing something too 👀

[cantsaythetword]

12 w lee!steven, ler!layla 🥺🥺🥺

I am so so sorry this took this long!!! Thank you for the prompt! <3333

It was weird at first, having a complete stranger in the same body as the man Layla had fallen helplessly in love with. But with time she learnt to love Steven for all his unique little quirks - and take advantage of some of his more endearing weaknesses.

This was one such occasion.

Steven had asked Layla for some combat teaching. Although he did have his moon knight powers to help, he wanted a bit more one-on-one practice rather than hoping the heat of the moment would spark his fighting abilities.

One thing led to another, and Layla was effortlessly on top of the completely immobilised brit.

"This is totally unfair." Steven grunted, squirming as much as he could under Layla's strategically placed weight.

"You aren't the first to get slammed onto the mat." She grinned, playfully poking him in the side.

There was a yelp...

Then silence.

"Steven?" Layla beamed maniacally. "What was that?"

She emphasised *that* with another poke.

"Nothing!" Steven said in a panic. "We should carry on with our mAHATCH!"

Layla wasn't listening whatsoever, perfectly content with vibrating her claw-like fingers into Steven's ribs.

"Thaha-MPH!" The poor man caught himself from giggling. "Yohou're being rUHUDE-!"

The damn was close to breaking, yet Steven continued to try to talk his way out.

"Inteherupting peoPLE-" He screeched before recomposing himself, "ihis VEHEry inconsihi... incoho... NOT-NICE!"

"Awww, why are you holding back?" Leyla chuckled, adjusting the angle of her body so she could pin Steven's arm above his head. "Laugh!"

As if on cue - and definitely nothing to do with Layla's nails tapping and wriggling in his armpit - the helpless man began to cackle.

"LAHAHAYLAHA!"

"What?" She smirked. "Can't handle a few tickles Stevey?"

"STOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

"I don't think I will..."

"MAHAHAHARC! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHE!" Steven squealed, desperately trying to escape Layla's tickly clutches.

"Not happening bud." Marc scoffed, but couldn't help the small smile breaking out on his face. "I know what she's like with tickling. You're screwed."

"NOHOHOHO!" Steven giggled.

And screwed he was.