hellooooo…could you maybe do a Ler!Painter (body, robotic arms, whatever-), Lee!Reader fic? I love both sides of curious robot tickles- they’re so cute…also I just think that Painter would be a fun ler. thank yooooooou :}
Curious
Pressure tickle fic
Lee: Y/N Ler: Painter ♡ Warnings: none 🙏
AN: I love giving this little guy a body. also Painter deserves some attention!
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"Uugh..." You grumbled as as you practically collapsed through the front door. life on the surface was great, you wouldn't trade it for the world. But work was a bitch, as always. Being the breadwinner of the house could be stressful at times. You dumped your bag and coat on the floor without even hanging them up, kicking your shoes off aimlessly onto the floor. you dragged yourself into the living room to find only Painter on the couch sketching away in his sketchbook.
"Where's Seb? you asked, running your hand through your messy hair that was perfectly styled before work. "He's taking a nap in his room." Painter replied. He put his sketchbook and pencil down as he looked over the back of the couch at you. "You're home late." he acknowledged. You grumbled, not at Painter of coarse, but at the thought of the past few hours.
"They kept me an extra hour at the office..." you huffed and walked to the kitchen, Painter following behind. "Why?" He asked innocently, you sighed. "Something about needing extra paperwork done for tomorrow." You said as you opened the fridge door and took out a can of soda. You turned and leaned against the counter as you opened the can and took a drink. "What?" you asked, catching Painters eye's on you. "I hate when they keep you till late..." He mumbled.
You sighed. "I know bud, I hate it too... It just leaves me tired and means I have less time at home..." You huffed at the thought. "But I'm home now..." Painter fidgeted with his hands for a moment. "Do you... Maybe wanna watch me draw?" He mumbled out the question. You huffed a small smile. "Sure bud..."
The two of you took to the couch. You sitting next to the robot boy while he leaned against you with his knees curled up and his sketchbook on his lap. You watched him sketch away, he was good, really good at what he did. "You're really good at this..." You mumbled softly. Painter smiled up at you. "Thanks... I try my best." He replied bashfully.
The warmth of the room and the overall coziness of the moment was making your eyes heavy. You rested your head on top of painters and just for a moment, you closed your eyes, a much needed moment after working your ass off all day.
"Hey! don't fall asleep yet!" Painter spoke up, using the back of his pencil to poke you square in the ribs. Your eyes shot open, but not from the sudden sound of Painter's voice. You yelped the moment the back of Painter's pencil poked your ribs. You rubbed your side, letting out a huff. "Sorry, kid... it's just been a long day-" "What was that?" You both looked at one another. "What do you mean?" "That noise you just made."
You cleared your throat quickly. "Oh, uh, you just... surprised me..." You trailed off. But the look on Painter's face was anything but convinced. So, Painter did it again, poking your ribs with the back of his pencil, you didn't yelp this time, but you flinched and swatted his hand away. "S-Stop that kid..." Painter tilited his head. "Am I hurting you?" the robot boy now asked worried. you quickly shook your head. "No, no, kid. It's not that..."
"Then what is it?" You hesitated. What could you even say? "It uh..." You paused. "It... It tickled..." You mumbled. Painter stared at you for a moment. "Oh! I rememeber! Sebastian told me what that was! I can feel it too!" You blinked. "I see..." "So you must be ticklish too!" He said excitedly.
"Woah, woah, I-I didn't say that..!" You quickly tried to back out of this. "But you said it tickled!" "Y-Yeah, but you just caught me off guard-" Before you could even think to try get away, Painter was quick, which was surprising. He instantly threw down his pencil and sketch book and already had his robotic fingers squeezing your ribs. You let out a yelp, Your hands instantly going to his to try push him off. but curse his metal little body, he was too strong.
"H-Hey! gehet off mehehe!" Your giggles didn't take long to surface. Painter was practicly beaming. "Woah! you are ticklish!" He exclaimed with more sharp squeezes to your ribs. "I've never tickled anyone before! Sebastian won't let me." "Thahat dosen't mehean you cahahan tickle mehe!" You giggled. twisting your body to try and shake his squeezing hands off you, but damn that little robot had a grip.
"This is so cool! I need to find every spot now!" "No, yohou dohohon't!" A shriek left you as Painter moved his hands around to your stomach. "That's another one!" Painter giggled. "Are you ticklish everywhere? I'm just so curious about all this." "I'm nohohohot tehehehelling!" You pushed desperetly at Painters hands, but it's like they didn't move at all, like they were locked onto your stomach.
"Well, I've already found two, I'm sure it won't be so hard to find the others!" Painter seemed really mesmerised but this whole thing. He wasn't embarresed or nothing, just really curious about it all. All the while you were currently dying underneath him, trying to curl up to get his hands away from your poor stomach. "IhIhI swear tohohoho fuhuhuck painteheheher!"
Painter took a glance over your body before his hands shot up to your armpits. Another shriek left your mouth as you arms instantly slammed down to your sides. "PAHAHAINTER!" Your cried out. The feeling of those little robot fingers under your arms was driving you crazy already. "Shh... You'll wake Sebastian." Painter chided "Seb said that everyone has a really bad spot..." Painter sighed. "Guess I'm still looking for yours... Unless... You wanna tell me?" He asked excitedly. "FUHUCK NOHOHO!"
Painter groaned. "Please? It'll be quick, I swear!" He begged. He was really curious about this whole tickling thing, huh? "Lehehet goho!" "I can't! not untill I know where your spot is! Like how mine is my underarms..." Painter thought about it. remembering what Sebastian told him about where humans are normally ticklish. "So if it's not your armpits, stomach or ribs... Hm..." Meanwhile you're rolling around the couch trying this way and that way to twist away from the assulting hands.
"I could try here-" "DOHON'T YOU DAHARE!" Painter paused, his hand just hovering over your knee. He blinked a few times before it dawned on him. You cursed Painter in your mind as he didn't even hesitate to latch his hand around your knee and squeeze. You screamed. "PAHAHAHAINTER! S-STAHAHHAP!" You kicked and bucked but nothing was getting the death grip off you knee. Painter's eyes lit up like a christmas tree. "I found it! This is so cool!" He exclaimed.
You squealed and kicked, reaching up to pry Painters fingers off your knee. But your body was starting to get tired from all the struggling. "PAHAHAINTER PLEHEASE!" you cried out desperately. "But this is so cool! just a little longer-" "PAHAHAINTER ENOHOHOUGH!"
Painter paused at your desperate cry before he finally pulled away. You sat up quickly, panting and rubbing your knee where you still felt the ghostly tickles. "Jesus... Painter, you can't just-" You sighed. Painter watched you with a sudden frown. you looked up at him confused. "What?" "I'm sorry..." Painter mumbled, his voice now quiet. You felt your eyes soften a little, letting out another sigh. You shifted closer to him.
"Painter..." You sighed out. "it's fine, really, but... you should learn to stop when someone tells you..." You said softly, patting his shoulder. "I know you're really curious about the whole... tickling thing..." You said with a little embarrassment at the thought. "And thats good that you are, but maybe stop when someone tells you next time." Painter looked up at you and nodded. "Yeah, you're right, okay..." You smiled at him. "Good, now let me watch you draw again." You poked his side, earning a giggle from the little robot.
Painter pulled his knees back up to his chest and started sketching again, his head leaning on your shoulder. You smiled softly. leaning your head on his as you watched him draw. This is what you worked to come home for.
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He's just a little guy. I love him sm 😭