#ler!v

[late2lunch]

hi hi hello ur art is so awesommeee

i'd like a lee!N , and a ler!V please ! /nf

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Winged Weakness

Little bit of a drabble! Nothing too long, short tickle fic while I work on school stuff and my first request!

Just a gremlin little AbsoluteSolver drone who’s a bit feisty when they’re hangry and a Disassembly Drone who’s knows how to make them settle down

Ler!V x Lee!GN!Solver!Reader

“I swear to god, if N and Uzi aren’t back with the oil in the next minute, I’m going feral and hunting down the next Worker I see.”

“And that’s why I’m on Y/n watch.” V huffed, glancing over at the smaller Worker Drone seated on the floor. V was siting beside you, arms crossed as she leaned back against the wall. She was on the floor with for now, trying to keep you from wandering off restlessly.

“Meh meh meh, Y/n watch is unnecessary… but seriously, I need oil.” You couldn’t help but pout, arms crossing to mirror her.

“I know you do, but you can wait. Only your wings and tail have sprouted, so you have quite a bit of time until you reach the point of overheating.” V rolled her yellow eyes, gaze briefly flicking up to see your tail’s critter head nomming on one of her yellow nanite acid-filled headlights. She heaved an agitated sigh, swatting away the little parasite. “Yeah, just wings and tail. Especially your tail.”

“But Veeeeeeee… I need oillllll. This is still one of my first few times and I hate waiting around like this!” You snapped back at her, languidly rolling over into her lap from the side, sprawled out now with your wing flopped open on the floor on one side away from her and the other furled at my opposite side against her stomach.

She shot you a light glare, unamused by her partner’s whining. “Y/n, if you don’t shut up about oil, I’m about to duck-tape you to the wall until the lovebirds come back. Believe me, I know about the hunting urges. You’re fine.”

“Ughhhhhhhh…” You groaned in annoyance, feeling your stomach rumble not even a beat after. Stupid things programmed into the drones. That was completely unnecessary to program the sensation of hunger when requiring a refuel!

“Y/n.” V hissed under her breath, glower sharpening as she stared down at you. She needed a way to keep you occupied, and fast, before she had you launching out of her lap to actually hunt down your fellow Colony drones.

She lightly jabbed at your rumbly stomach, mostly out of absent thought to express her annoyance, but what she didn’t expect was an abrupt squeak in response.

You froze, hand quickly slapped over your mouth when you realized what sound had slipped out. Damn it. Now she was given ideas.

“Well, I could always just distract you from your hangriness for now.” The Disassembly Drone shrugged, casual in her tone.

But it was deceptively nonchalant. She sat there for about two seconds longer before her hands suddenly sprung into action, fingers latching onto your sides before spidering up and down them. You immediately erupted into frantic giggles the moment her fingers touched down, squirming away as best as you could all sprawled out in her lap.

“VEEHEHEHEHE!!! NOHOHOHOO!!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!”

“Stop what~? I’m just distracting this very grouchy, hangry little Solver gremlin. Keeping your mind off oil.” She gleefully replied, all too giddy when it came to your torture, apparently. “Hmmmmm… let’s test these wings of yours, actually. See if they flap well in such a dreadfully hungry condition you’re in.”

And her fingers darted up to skitter along your wings, which instantly flared out from the touch, though itching to furl back in soon after. Hard to do in her lap like this. Her fingers were relentless, lightly dancing across the organic-like material of your wings, tracing along membranes and testing out every inch of them she could reach from her position.

Then she turned her attention more inward, mischievous fingers traveling from the outer edges in, lightly digging into the inner section, where the bases connected to your torso. Essentially a “wing pit” of sorts, which proved to be incredibly effective as you let out a shriek.

“VEHEHEEHE NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT. THEHEHERE!!! VEHEHEHEE PLEHEHEEASE!!”

”See, this is what you get for being a pianist in the ass when you crave oil. Awh, look at those cute little fangs. I guess those popped in too, huh~?” V hummed in response, smirk tugging at her lips as she noticed the grin plastered across your face, unconcealed with both your hands swatting at her own. Little fangs poked out of your grin, another trait passed on down through the Solver gene.

You could only wonder if the wing sensitivity was passed on to. That is, if you could think straight. V just dug her fingers in the wing pits as rough as she could while maintaining the ticklish attack, and your thrashed around in her lap with a squeal and more uncontrollable streams of laughter.

V, enjoying this all too much, kept it up for at least another few minutes before slowing her tormenting fingers to a stop, resting against your wings while you laid there, panting for artificial breath.

Once you caught it, you glanced back up at her with a weak glare, though rendered entirely useless by the linger smile plastered forcefully on your face. Visor flushed with heat from it all, you shakily propped yourself to now sit up in her lap, wings limp behind you as your tail was.

“Th-That— That was mean.”

“Mm, I know~”

“Oh shut up with that tone.”

“You love it anyway.” V just scoffed in return, giving your side one last jab for good measure in return for your sass. Then she shifted to wrap her arms around your waist, tugging you closer in her lap now that you were chest to chest.

“Mmh… whatever.” You heaved a pouting sigh, but shifted to rest your chest against her shoulder while she burrowed her face in the crook of your neck.

Well, you wouldn’t complain about this. Now a bit more tuckered out and comfy in your girlfriend’s arms and lap, you could wait a bit for oil.

Just a little longer.

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Ok drabble over! How’d we like it? Wrote this way past midnight lmao

[ticklesandboxysmiles]

I was having a really bad day, so I wrote something to make me feel better, it’s very specific, but I wrote it thinking about myself so…

Café Latte

Lee: Y/N

Ler: Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung

You’re in a really bad creative block, and Yoongi and Taehyung can’t see you like that

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Ships: none

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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You bit down hard on the end of your pencil. At that moment, your mind felt completely empty. No ideas came to you, no hope, not even a single thought. Well… actually, plenty of thoughts came to you, but none worth writing down. I don’t want to put the horrible things you were thinking about yourself here.

The paper on the desk in front of you remained blank, except for the parts where you had tried to erase something but hadn’t managed to completely, leaving gray graphite smudges behind that matched your feelings—completely gray.

Your job was just this. You were a visual artist and were preparing to produce a comic book! It was your dream! You would be working alongside a writer you admired and had already been hired, so all you had to do was start working!

If only it were that easy. You couldn’t control when creative blocks would hit, and the one you were having right now was absolutely destroying your mental state.

You banged your head against the desk, biting the pencil again. The page remained blank, now only decorated with a few small stains caused by your tears.

On the other side of your bedroom door, Taehyung pressed his ear against it while Yoongi leaned against the wall beside him.

“No music… she wouldn’t stay without listening to music,” the younger one sighed, crouching down, a weight in his heart just imagining what might be happening to you.

“She must be going through something,” Suga gently stroked his friend’s hair to keep him from getting too nervous. “Let’s go in, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out.”

Three soft knocks sounded on the door, and without you saying anything, it opened, revealing a worried Taehyung and Yoongi.

“Y/N/N, are you— ah—” Suga began, but his expression darkened even more when he saw the amount of tears escaping your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes were wide as if you were frightened. You were having an anxiety attack.

“Hey!” V hurried to your chair and gently picked you up. You were shorter than him, and he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You hugged him tightly, your crying now muffled against his shoulder.

Taehyung exchanged an extremely worried glance with Yoongi, who frowned and gently rubbed your back.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay now, we’re here.”

V sat down on the bed, still holding you in his lap, and Suga sat in front of both of you, taking your hand and gently stroking it, knowing it would help calm you.

“I-I c-can’t!” You buried your red face even deeper into the singer, who lovingly stroked your hair.

“What can’t you do, Y/N?” Taehyung asked.

“I-I c-c-can’t draw— w-what I— w-what—” Your hands shook, your tongue felt numb, and you forgot how to speak.

“Shhh, shhh, no— you don’t have to force it like that.” Yoongi stopped you when you started stuttering too much. He looked at Tae, silently asking for help, for an idea…

“What if we sing a song for you? How about that?” V moved a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead. “We know your favorite song of ours, don’t we?”

“Coffee, huh?” Suga smiled slightly. “It’s nice to remember that one… how did it go again, Tae?”

The singer smiled and started singing:

(Translation) “Baby, baby, you are caramel macchiato

Still, your scent is sweet on my lips

Baby, baby, tonight

Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte

Do you remember that cozy feeling?

Baby, baby, tonight”

Taehyung sang the chorus with his angelic voice, filling your ears and seeming to soothe your soul.

“And now… Yoongi-hyung!”

You couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at V’s enthusiasm and Suga’s slight embarrassment.

“Baby, tonight, sleep well tonight

Just the awkward flow between us

The first text and first call that flowed

The first meeting we anticipated, but why am I only

Biting my nails

Was it because of tension or nervousness

As time passed, naturally we signed

Not lovers, not lovers, with those words every day

We confirmed each other and engraved it in our hearts

Our first meeting was like caramel macchiato

Sweet wherever we went together

The desire to go anywhere together also faded over time

Like espresso, I had to let go

Uh, it hurts for no reason, uh, we were really good

Parting is a bitter Americano

Memories still go to that café”

Yoongi performed his rap slowly, gently, just the way you liked it, filling your ears and calming you even more.

“And what about you now, Y/N/N? Sing for us.” V smiled, gently squeezing your nose when you uncovered your face and looked at him.

“B-Baby, b-baby, you are c-c-caramel macchiato

S-Still, your scent is s-sweet on my lips

Baby, b-baby, t-tonight

B-Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte

Do you remember that cozy feeling?

Baby, baby, tonight”

You smiled slightly, the notes leaving your mouth carrying away your bad feelings, all flying far away—exactly what the two men wanted them to do, go far away from you.

“Very good, your voice is beautiful, Y/N/N,” Suga said, placing a light kiss on your hand. “How do you feel?”

“Calmer.”

You were still crying a little, but a small smile had taken the place of your frown.

“That’s good~” V smiled. “Do you want to tell us what happened?”

You sighed, feeling the urge to start crying uncontrollably again just from thinking about your creative block, but you tried to focus on Tae’s hand stroking your hair and Yoongi’s light kisses on your hand.

“I’m having a horrible creative block,” you explained. “I can’t draw at all. Nothing.”

“Ah, that’s really awful, I know how that feels…” Suga sighed.

“You do?” you and V, who wasn’t artistic enough to get creative blocks, asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yeah, it happens to me when I have a really tight deadline to deliver a song. It’s like all the ideas disappear from my head and I become completely empty…”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck slightly. It was a bad feeling for him too, and remembering it didn’t make him very comfortable.

“So am I like this because of the deadline?” you asked, squeezing the older man’s hand back to comfort him too, feeling bad about his discomfort.

“When do you have to turn it in?” Taehyung asked.

“In October.”

“In October?!” both men exclaimed at the same time. It was still April…

“Are you crazy, Y/N? The deadline is six months away and you’re like this?” V exclaimed, poking your stomach to scold you while you started laughing like a child at his exaggerated reactions. “You. Do. Not. Need. To. Be. Nervous!” He emphasized each word with a poke.

“It’s nohohohot my fahahault!”

“You’re worrying too much again, huh?” Yoongi smiled. “I think she deserves a punishment, don’t you, Tae?” He wiggled his fingers, slowly bringing them closer to his victim—namely, you.

“I completely agree~”

“N-Nohohohohoho!”

The younger man threw you onto the bed. He didn’t pin your arms down or sit on top of you. The two of them knew perfectly well that you would love this and wouldn’t try to escape anytime soon.

“Oh~ Y/N/N, you’re already laughing?” V laughed. You tried to cover your mouth, but your giggles kept slipping through your fingers.

“Plehehehease!”

“I think she really wants this~” the hyung teased, using one of his hands to finally squeeze your left side while the other gently stroked your ear.

Taehyung, who was sitting opposite the rapper, used one hand to scribble across your stomach while the other went straight for your lower ribs, squeezing quickly.

“Nahahahahahahao! Ahahahahaha! Ihihihihi’m feheheheeling behehehettheheheher!!”

“Hmmm, do you think so, hyung?”

“Definitely not. Look how she’s still crying.”

Suga was referring to the little tears caused by your laughter, and once again you found yourself with no way out.

“Then I think that to stop crying… she needs to laugh more!” V, without warning or asking permission, raised both hands and dug them into your ribs on both sides of your body.

You let out a scream that surely woke up all the neighbors, but it wasn’t your fault! It was Yoongi’s, because he started squeezing the insides of your thighs too! Your two weakest spots!

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASEHE!”

“Does it tickle, Y/N/N? Oh~ what a shame. I guess you’ll have to endure it a little longer, huh?~”

“I think she infected me with all her sadness, Tae! I’ll have to blow my nose…” Suga slowly lifted your shirt.

“NAHAHAHAO! YOHOHOHONGIHI-HYHUHUHUNG- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The older man blew the biggest raspberry he could on your stomach, but that didn’t stop him from squeezing your thighs, because he didn’t stop!

“I want to blow my nose somewhere too, hm… what do you think about your neck, Y/N?” V grinned mischievously, burying his head between your shoulder and neck so you couldn’t protect yourself and covering you with kisses and raspberries, the kind that always made you laugh the hardest.

His hands obviously didn’t stop either, his fingers poking every space between your upper ribs before darting down to the lower ones, repeating the cycle endlessly.

“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE! TAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”

“You’re so cute~ I could listen to you laugh all day, couldn’t you, Yoongi-hyung?”

“Definitely, Taehyung.” The older man smiled. He was happy to see you laughing like this and proud that the two of them had managed to make you feel better. “She’s had enough.”

The four hands and two mouths that had been making you laugh stopped, leaving behind only the pleasant tingling sensation that always lingered afterward.

Taehyung pulled you back into his lap, and Yoongi sat back down in front of the two of you, in the same position as when everything had started.

“Are you okay?” the singer asked.

“Yes,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“That’s great. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Y/N/N. You’re human. There are many things you still won’t be able to do, but I’m sure you’ll overcome this, and we’ll be here with you.” Suga smiled, brushing a messy strand of hair away from your face.

“Thank you so much, hyungs.”

“You’re so cute!” V squeezed you in his arms, making both you and Yoongi laugh again.

As long as you were with them, you felt like you could do anything.

“How about we get something to drink?” the older one suggested. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“Well… all that singing made me want a latte…”

“Let’s go to a café!” The younger man stood up, pulling you by the arm while you laughed without any sign of stopping.

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[ticklesandboxysmiles]

heyyy can i request a taekook fic?

basically taehyung is always bothering jungkook like poking him and stuff and one day jungkook fights back so they start a tickle fight until jungkook gets the upper hand and finds out taehyung is even more sensitive than him

I love this relationship for them! Awwww! The teases are just-

Enough.

Switch: Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook is tired of Taehyung, so he just give him a taste of his own medicine

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Ships: none (taekook maybe?)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Jungkook threw a package of cookies into the supermarket cart.

“Kookie! I want this!” Taehyung shouted from across the candy aisle, showing a package of candy he definitely didn't need.

“You shouldn't eat so much candy, Tae,” he crossed his arms, laughing at the other's desperate expression.

“I~ don't~ care~,” V threw the package into the cart, but Jungkook grabbed it and put it back on the shelf.

“No! Kookie! I'm taking it!”

“Taehyung! Stop throwing a tantrum, you're the oldest here—hehehe! Hahahahahaha!”

Taehyung started poking his maknae, causing JK to escape his grasp and consequently allowing him to throw the candies back into the cart.

“Hehe~”

“Okay, okay, candies for you, you idiot.”

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The show was about to start, Jungkook wasn't exactly nervous, but he wasn't calm either, it was already something commonplace for him.

He was sitting on the couch, laughing at some silly video.

“What are you laughing at?” Taehyung asked, appearing behind him and extending a hand to shake one of his hands.

“Tahahae! Argh! It's nothing, get lost!” The youngest tried to push his head away from his neck, he wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary, but now he definitely wasn't going to show V.

"Let me see, Kookie~" Taehyung brought his head closer to the singer's neck again, but this time with the intention of teasing him, blowing a light raspberry on a spot he knew the maknae was very sensitive to.

"AHAHAHAHA! Okay okay! Lohohohohohohok"

V laughed at the video Jungkook showed him.

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Jungkook snuggled on the floor, controller in his hands as he played one of the best Mario Kart games of his life.

He was alone, he was in his room, there was no way it could go wrong, nothing could stop him-

"Kookie~"

Damn, he saw Taehyung's silhouette invade his room.

"Hi, Tae, what's up?"

"What are you doing?" He asked, sitting down next to the other.

"Playing, can't you see?" JK chuckled a little at his friend.

“Oh yeah? So that’s how it’s going to be?”

V dramatically raised both hands, slowly bringing them closer to Jungkook’s body.

“Nahahahahao- get away!” The maknae tried to push them away, but only managed to stop one, while the other attacked his side fervently, making him drop the controller and lose the best game of his life.

Jungkook sighed, slowly turning his head to look at his friend, a somewhat macabre smile on his face.

“You know what, Tae?”

“Hm… I don’t think so-“ V tried to get up, but was pulled back down by strong hands.

“I’m tired of this.”

“This what, Kookie?”

Jungkook gently took one of his hands, caressing it lightly before throwing it to the ground and pinning that arm above his head.

“Of being the only one laughing here.”

“No! No! NO! Kookie, I’m sorry!” Taehyung yelled as the other’s free hand approached his body.

“My God! You’re that ticklish?” He laughed loudly, making the other blush.

“Y-yes… so could you let me go?…”

“Ah, sure.” Jungkook let go of his friend’s hand before – obviously – digging his ten fingers into his ribs.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Nahahahahao! Juhuhuhungkohohohohok!”

“Oops~ it was inevitable~” the singer laughed, bringing his face closer to the other’s blushing face, with that simply- ah smile. “Don’t you think you deserve this?”

“Hahahahahahaha! Ihihihihi’m tohohohoho yohohohohohohoung tohohoho dihihihihie!”

Jungkook burst into laughter, moving his hands to the other's armpits, but he knew that wasn't V's weak point, he was just teasing him.

“I'm not going to kill you, unless you're really sensitive, then you might end up dying on the way~”

Taehyung shook his head from side to side, JK had both hands occupied attacking his armpits, so he could only see one alternative to escape.

The older man extended his hands with all the force he could muster and attacked Jungkook's vulnerable armpits.

“AH! TAHAHAEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”

“You can’t beat me, bunny~” V turned the tables, climbing onto his friend’s waist, but that wouldn’t last long.

This time, Jungkook was smarter, digging his ten fingers into Taehyung’s weak spot—which he knew was more sensitive than his own—and making him fall to the ground again.

“Think again, teddy bear,” the maknae’s hands attacked the other’s stomach with fervor.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRYHYHY!”

“Now you apologize, huh?”

V tried to push the singer by the shoulders, but he no longer had the strength to try, and contrary to what he was expecting, Jungkook simply took the opportunity to grab both his wrists and pin them on either side of his body.

Taehyung took a deep breath when the tickling stopped for a few seconds.

“Hands busy? How do you intend to murder me now?”

JK smiled, “I don’t need my hands to make you scream,” and lowered his face, blowing with all his might the biggest raspberry he could right on top of V’s belly button.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAO! OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE!” The older one screamed, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“Are you going to *ppffbbtt* stop *ppffbbtt* bothering me, Tae?~”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES I SWEHEHEHEHAHAHAR!”

“You two, shut the fuck up.” The bedroom door opened forcefully, revealing an irritated Suga, who only sighed when he understood the situation. “Just make Taehyung apologize quieter, please, I want to sleep.”

“H-HYHUHUHUNG! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP!”

“I have nothing to do with this” Yoongi disappeared down the hallway again

Jungkook started laughing at his friend and how embarrassed he was, letting go of V and lying down beside him

“You’re so annoying!” Taehyung said dramatically while wiping away his tears

“Me? I’m annoying?” The maknae laughed even harder “you bothered me all day!”

“But it’s because I love you” V smiled, giving his friend a light flick on the forehead “and because you look so cute when you’re annoyed”

“Shut up” JK rolled his eyes

“See? Cute~”

“Don’t call me cute!” He climbed on top of the other again “you know what? Enough!”

“No! No! NOHOHOHOHOT AGAHAHAHAHAIN-“

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[ticklesandboxysmiles]

Jungkook - the Sixth

This is from the series “how bts discovered each other ticklishness”

Lee: Jeon Jungkook

Ler: Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin

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Ships: none

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Jungkook was running as fast as he could. He knew the apartment wasn’t that big and eventually he’d end up cornered, but well, that was a problem for future Jungkook.

At that moment, all he could focus on was running, little giggles slipping past his bunny smile whenever he heard Namjoon’s footsteps chasing after him.

“I’m coming, Kookie~”

“Ah! Hyuhuhuhung!” he laughed, but soon found himself trapped at the end of the hallway. In one sudden move, JK turned around and tried to slip under RM’s legs, but the older man only laughed and blocked his path, grabbing his maknae and throwing him over his shoulder.

“Got you~”

“Nahahahao! Hyhyhuhung!”

The singer kicked and punched at the rapper’s back, but it was useless. RM was already fed up with Jungkook’s teasing.

“Caught a bunny.”

Jungkook was tossed onto the living room floor, where the other five men had been waiting for the chase to end.

“Finally,” the oldest laughed.

“Let’s see if what you said earlier was actually true.” V crouched down, already kneeling as he grabbed the younger man’s wrists and sat on top of his arms.

“N-no! Don’t cohohomehe!”

“Why, Kookie?~ You were the one who said that out of all of us, you’d be the least ticklish.”

The younger man felt a shiver crawl right up his spine at J-Hope’s teasing.

“I SAID I WAS GONNA BE THE LEAST, THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M IMMUNE!”

Everyone laughed, wondering how Jungkook managed to be so cute.

“But can we start already? Or did you all forget what this little guy said earlier?” Jimin sat near the maknae’s head, gently squeezing his cheek and nearly getting his hand bitten for it.

Jin and RM sat on either side of his stomach while Hoseok knelt by his legs and Taehyung stayed seated on top of his arms.

Yoongi, on the other hand, only chuckled softly and stayed standing with his arms crossed.

“Come here, hyung,” V told him, pointing to the empty spot opposite Jimin.

“Huh…”

“No! Nahao dohon’t cohome!” JK begged, shaking his head.

Suga laughed. “With you begging like that, now I definitely will, Jungkook.”

Now surrounded by six men, the attack could finally begin.

And naturally, Namjoon was the one who started. He had literally just been attacked by the maknae and was overflowing with a desire for revenge. The rapper lightly placed one hand on Jungkook’s waist and squeezed.

Jungkook shut his eyes tightly and pressed his lips together. He wasn’t going to laugh that easily. He had to hold back now. This was a matter of honor…

Seokjin joined in too, lightly brushing his fingertips under the younger man’s shirt against his stomach, causing a shiver that Jungkook felt from his feet all the way to his head.

Taehyung, however, wasn’t very patient. He pulled the first laugh out of him by tickling his neck, making Jungkook scrunch up and shake his head to defend himself.

“Argh! Ahaha! I-I- shihihihihihit!”

V laughed, staring right at him. “Come on, laugh for us, Kookie~”

The other three who had still been waiting attacked their own spots. Jimin and Suga went for his ribs while Hoseok scratched behind his knees, though that wasn’t getting many laughs.

“Why are you holding back so much?” J-Hope asked. “Where’s your weak spot?”

“Ahahahas if I wehehehehehere going to tehehehehehehehell yohohohohou”

Jungkook opened his eyes just to tease his hyungs, but quickly shut them again when he saw the threatening looks Jimin, Yoongi, and V — the ones closest to his head — were giving him.

“Let’s test every possible spot, huh?” Namjoon ordered. “Don’t you think this kid deserves a good taste of his own medicine?”

“You seen determined, Joon,” Jin laughed, digging his fingers harder into Jungkook’s lower ribs.

“Of course I am.”

The rapper squeezed his waist again, making Jungkook arch his back slightly.

Without really meaning to, Jimin slid his fingers upward and brushed against Kookie’s armpit for just a second, but the reaction definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

Jungkook yelped, smacking his head against the floor before opening his eyes slightly to check if his hyungs had noticed.

“Oh-oh, Kookie~ I think I found it!”

“Nahahao! Nahahao plehehease!”

“But don’t you think you want this?” Taehyung smiled, lowering his head to speak right next to his ear. “You look excited for it.”

“Ahahaha I’m nohoho- AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO!”

Yoongi got tired of waiting. He shoved all five fingers into Jungkook’s armpit while his other hand still vibrated against his ribs. “Oops…”

“Ohoho, this is amazing,” Jimin copied him, laughing along with his friend.

Meanwhile, V started peppering light kisses along Jungkook’s neck, making him blush at least five shades darker pink. His nose scrunched up slightly, his face impossibly adorable.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAO!”

“And here, Jungkookie~? What do you think about your feet?”

Nobody knew it was possible for him to laugh even louder, but that theory was confirmed when Hobi traced just one finger along each of the younger man’s soles.

“NAHAHAHAO! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE! NAHAHAHAO NAHAHAHAO!”

RM had an even meaner idea. He lifted Jungkook’s oversized shirt up to his chest and started biting at his side, earning even more laughter. Jin found it hilarious and decided it was only fair to add raspberries into his own attack, one finger digging into the other’s bellybutton.

“NAHAHAHAHAO- IHIHIHIHI’LL *snort* FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK”

Everyone felt an overwhelming wave of cuteness hit them. Jungkook snorted!

“My. God. That’s. Adorable!” Jimin said, speeding up his hands “It’s definitely proven now, Kookie, you are very, very ticklish.”

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHP!”

“Feeling confident?” Yoongi teased, finally speaking for the first time since the attack started. “Doesn’t look like you’re in a very good position for that.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO!”

“Is that all you can say, Jungkook? What happened to ‘Mr. I’m Not Ticklish Like You’?” Taehyung pressed one finger against the younger man’s nose, earning a tongue sticking out at him.

“PLEHEHEHE- *snort* PLEHEHEHEAHAHSE! AHAHAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAN’T *snort*”

“Apologize. Now.” Namjoon didn’t ask — he ordered.

“SOHOHORRYHAHA! *snort* SOHOHORRY HYHUHUHUNG! *snort*”

“Okay, okay, everyone got their revenge already.” Seokjin laughed, asking everyone to stop.

V climbed off Jungkook’s arms and rested the younger man’s head in his lap, gently stroking through his hair.

The maknae breathed heavily, his head spinning — the aftereffects of all the tickling. The worst part was that he hadn’t hated it.

Actually… he hadn’t hated it at all. It had been so fun!

“Did you learn your lesson, JK?” RM asked.

“Yes, hyung, I promise.”

He smiled — a mischievous smile that Namjoon knew exactly what it meant.

If teasing his hyungs led to consequences that fun… Jungkook definitely thought it was worth the risk!

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Suga slipped out of the room quickly. Hoseok noticed him sneaking away and exchanged looks with V and Jimin, pointing toward the older man.

He knew exactly what was waiting for him. It was only a matter of time before he became the last one…

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[ticklesandboxysmiles]

Namjoon - the fifth

This is from the series “how bts descobered each other ticklishness”

Lee: Kim Namjoon

Ler: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Jungkook peeked at RM through the door. He was sitting on the dorm balcony, relaxed, a book in his hands and enjoying something he rarely had while living with those six other crazy adults: silence.

But not for long.

The maknae laughed when he saw his hyung looking so peaceful. It was time. Time to confirm his theory.

He wanted to know if Namjoon was ticklish, and he was going to find out that day.

“Hyung!”

“Ah! Kookie, what is it? Do you need help?” RM replied, helpful as always.

“Yes, hyung.” JK approached and pulled him by the hand, making him stand up and follow him back inside the apartment. “I want to test a game with you.”

“Ah, alright.” Requests like that weren’t anything unusual coming from his friend, so Namjoon didn’t suspect a thing. “What do I need to do?”

“Stand right there, Joon-hyung, and raise your arms. Put them behind your head, okay?”

“Like this?” The man did everything Jungkook asked.

“That’s it, hyung! Now try not to move in three… two… one!”

RM’s eyes widened when the younger’s hands touched his armpits, immediately making him lower his arms in surprise.

“J-Jungkook! What was that?!” he exclaimed, curling up slightly.

“You’re ticklish, hyung! Joon-hyung is ticklish!” Kookie shouted loudly enough for everyone in the apartment to hear, laughing at his new discovery.

“I’m not tickli-!”

“What?” Jin’s voice was the first to be heard. “Ohoho, after that last time, there’s no way I’m missing this.”

“I heard something interesting~” Hoseok, visibly excited, appeared beside them in a second.

Before RM could realize it, there were five men surrounding him, all staring at him with mischievous eyes.

“Hm- u-uh, I-I don’t think we need this-” Namjoon stuttered, slowly trying to back away, but he bumped into the couch. There was no escape anymore.

“Of course we do, hyung~” The sixth missing member, Taehyung, appeared behind him, wrapping both arms under his armpits so he couldn’t move or run away.

“Are you ready, Joon?” Hobi asked. He and the group’s maknae stepped forward, their fingers wiggling slowly toward RM’s body.

Jimin and Jin stood right behind them, positioning themselves to find some weak spot on the rapper’s lower body.

V held him in place, and Yoongi sat in the armchair beside all the chaos. He didn’t want to participate, but he also wouldn’t miss this for anything.

“Jeon Jungkook— if you-!” Namjoon stopped mid-sentence because the singer’s hands dug all ten fingers into his right side while Hoseok did the same on the left.

The ticklish sensations on his sides didn’t make him burst into laughter, but they definitely made him want to laugh, even if he could still hold it back pretty easily.

“What?…” Jungkook said sadly.

“There’s no way you’re not ticklish, hyung!” Taehyung said, his fingers searching for a weak spot around his neck, only causing a slight shiver.

“I tohold you I wahasn’t tihicklish.”

The three younger ones sighed, but Seokjin only laughed like a cartoon villain.

“Not ticklish, huh? We’ll see about that. I refuse to accept that answer, Namjoon~”

He started tracing one hand along the sole of the man’s left foot, making him widen his eyes and let out a smile with dimples.

“He laughed! He laughed, hyung! That’s it!” Jimin exclaimed, copying his hyung on the man’s other foot, which made RM start laughing twice as hard.

“Gehehehet ohohohohoff!”

“None of that, this is so cute, Joon!” Hobi poked around his armpits, not expecting his reaction to simply be screaming. “Ohoho~ that’s your weak spot!”

“Nahahaha- HAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOBIHIHI HYHYHUNG!”

“How adorable! Isn’t this hyung the cutest thing?~” Jimin laughed, now moving his hands up to lightly squeeze Namjoon’s kneecaps. It seemed like now that he was laughing, his whole body had become incredibly ticklish.

“OHOHO GOHOHOD! GEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF!” RM threw his head back, accidentally hitting V hard in the chest, making him yelp before laughing.

“Huf- this situation’s getting kinda dangerous here-”

“We’re almost done, Tae! Hold on a little longer, I just wanna test one more thing~”

Jungkook smiled — that awful smile RM suddenly hated at that moment.

The younger took in as much air as he could and blew the biggest raspberry possible against the rapper’s neck, making him immediately kick on reflex, landing right in the middle of Seokjin’s back.

With that final blow, Taehyung let go of his arms and Namjoon curled up, face flushed and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he said to Jin.

“It’s fine,” he laughed, rubbing the spot on his back that had basically been knocked out.

“So… where does Joon-hyung rank on the sensitivity scale so far?” Jimin asked while helping his hyung stand up.

“I think last place,” Hoseok said.

Yoongi — who, in case anyone forgot, had been there the entire time just smiling — grabbed a glass of water and handed it to the poor guy who was struggling to breathe properly again.

“That’s because you guys haven’t tested everyone yet.” The rapper said

Jungkook stood right in the middle of the living room, all eyes turning toward him, and then he said possibly the worst sentence of his life:

“You’ll see when you find out I’m ticklish, I’ll be the last o-” He covered his own mouth, eyes wide.

Jimin and J-Hope burst into laughter while Jin, Taehyung, and Yoongi became more and more curious to find out what would happen next.

“You’re that confident, huh? Then why don’t we check, Kookie?” RM stood up from the couch with an evil grin.

“Hmm… no thanks.”

And that was how JK ended up running across the apartment with Namjoon right on his heels.

The continuation of that story seemed very interesting.

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[ticklesandboxysmiles]

Hoseok – the fourth

It’s my birthday yay birthday fic

This is for the series “how bts discovered each other ticklishness”

Lee: Jung Hoseok

Ler: Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung

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Ships: none

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Everything was very fun for Hoseok. He, who for some reason had always liked tickling people, seeing his friends laugh was simply very satisfying, and learning more and more about the other members’ sensitivity… ah! It was amazing.

He didn’t go a single day without poking Jimin, wiggling his fingers at Taehyung, or teasing Seokjin.

And those three were already fed up with it.

Later that night, when the boys had already returned to their apartment, he saw an incredible opportunity right in front of his eyes.

V was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, both arms raised above his head, completely unprotected.

The rapper smiled at the sight, slowly approaching so he wouldn’t be noticed, his hands shaped like claws, his grin growing wider with every step.

But just as he was about to touch Taehyung, something unexpected happened.

“He fell! Attack!”

Hobi heard a voice shout—it was Jin’s. Right after, V woke up from his fake sleep and jumped on top of his hyung, throwing him onto his back on the soft living room rug. In a second, Seokjin and Jimin appeared. The younger sat on his arms, pinning them firmly above his head, while the other sat over his ankles.

“O-oh whahahahahat?”

“Ah, Hobi, you didn’t think you’d get away after terrorizing us every day, huh?” Jin said. He was behind Hoseok, but could still hear his little giggles.

“Why are you already laughing, hyung?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head slightly, smiling. “Are you finding this funny?”

“Nahahao! Ihihihi—ahaha!” J-hope shook his head side to side, eyes tightly shut, face flushed.

“No way, Tae, I think it’s because hyung is really, really ticklish.”

Hoseok swallowed hard at Jimin’s teasing, starting to feel butterflies not just in his stomach, but like a whole storm in his whole body

He had the biggest heart-shaped smile on his face, and Taehyung and Jimin, who could see him since Jin was facing his feet, smiled at how cute their hyung looked.

“I have a hypothesis. I want to test it,” V said, being the first to start, his fingers touching J-hope’s stomach, making bubbling laughter spill out of him.

“Hehehehehe! Tahahaehe!”

“I think I’ll start testing things over here too,” Jimin said, attacking his hyung’s armpits, which triggered the biggest laughs ever—definitely making Hobi laugh even more. “What about you, Jin-hyung?”

“I think I have an idea,” Seokjin replied. He had already taken off the captive’s socks and was sliding just two fingers up and down the sole of one foot. “I think there’s a spider on your foot, Hobi, but don’t worry! I’ll take it off for you~”

The rapper shivered—his feet were one of his weakest spots, and the anticipation of such light tickles made him feel 500% more sensitive.

Being attacked in three places at once made Hoseok want to disappear. He laughed loudly, not even trying to hide it, but he couldn’t say anything—no words could form.

“You’re so quiet, hyung, what’s wrong?~” Jimin lowered his head to whisper right near Hobi’s ear, making him scrunch his neck to block access. He looked almost like a baby with how he was squirming, curling up in every possible way.

“PLHEHEASE—MIHIHINNIEHE! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“What about here?” Taehyung moved his hands up, attacking his hyung’s ribs after noticing his stomach wasn’t that sensitive—but he didn’t expect such a strong reaction.

The man screamed—right into Jimin’s ear, poor thing—and burst into laughter.

“AHAHAHAHA PLHEHEASE!”

“Is it here? Ohoho, interesting,” V smiled. “And how is it over there, hyung?”

Jin was looking for more ways to torment the victim’s feet when he remembered his toes and started sliding his fingers between them.

“NAHAHAHAO—HYHYHUHUHUNG— NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE—IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH”

“Oh~ interesting~” Seokjin definitely ignored Hobi’s desperate pleas. The rapper threw his head back, laughing very, very loudly.

“Your ribs look tasty, Hobi-hyung, I think I’m going to devour them~” Taehyung smiled as mischievously as he could, lowering his face until his mouth reached the man’s lower ribs, his shirt already lifted from all the squirming.

“OH MY GOHOHOD AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I want to eat hyung too! I think he tastes like cotton candy,” Jimin said, also starting to nibble Hoseok—this time on his neck, leaving lots of sensitive kisses too.

“Hm… I think he actually tastes a bit like strawberry,” V said, as if reviewing fancy food. “What do you think, Jin-hyung?”

“Let me see.” Seokjin nibbled the sole of J-hope’s foot, making him cry out for mercy again—definitely not granted. “To me, he tastes like cookies.”

“PLEHEHEHAHAHASEHE!”

“Is that all you can say, hyung?” Jimin laughed, giving him more kisses. “Aren’t you the cutest thing?”

Hobi’s laughter started to grow more tired until it turned silent. That’s when Jin signaled for the younger ones to stop.

“You’re so cute!” Jimin kissed Hoseok’s cheek before getting off his arms.

“Thank you…” Hobi said, curling into a ball and covering the smile still on his face.

“Now, no more messing around?” Seokjin said, arms crossed like an angry mom.

“Hm… I’ll think about it,” the rapper laughed, getting up with Jimin’s help.

“But you won’t get away unharmed anymore, since I think you’re the most ticklish of us now, hyung,” V laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“I don’t know about that, Taetae, since you’re competing,” Hoseok poked him.

“No more tickling today, you guys,” Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh at his members.

What was curious was that the other three who weren’t part of the chaos had heard everything and stayed very quiet in their corners.

But their cover wouldn’t last much longer.

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4/7…

[ticklesandboxysmiles]

Jimin – the first

This is from the series “how bts discovered each other’s ticklishness”!

Lee: Park Jimin

Ler: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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It had already been about three months since the BTS members started living together in the dorm. Some of them still couldn’t get used to it, while others were already pretty comfortable.

One of the ones who was considerably comfortable was Jimin. He was sprawled out on the couch, completely relaxed, his legs thrown up while his head was almost touching the floor.

Next to him was Taehyung, and on the other side, Hoseok, while Jungkook was lying on the living room carpet.

“Your back is going to hurt, hyung,” the youngest member said, noticing Jimin’s position.

“I don’t care,” he shrugged.

“Looks like Minnie-hyung is craving attention,” Taehyung said with a laugh, lightly flicking Jimin. He definitely knew him the best out of everyone.

“I’m not!” he blushed, pushing his best friend with his legs.

“You totally look like you are~” Hoseok, addicted to teasing Jimin, casually poked the younger’s unprotected side, since his arms were above his head.

Involuntarily, Jimin let out an exclamation, curling to the opposite side from where Hobi poked him. His eyes widened when he saw a downright terrifying smile forming on his hyung’s face.

“Ohoho, Jiminnie~” J-Hope raised his hands, wiggling his fingers at him. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

That caught Jungkook’s attention, and he got up, positioning himself behind Jimin’s head, who was still in the same weird position on the couch.

The boy tried to get up, but his so-called “best friend,” apparently a traitor, held him in place, grabbing his arms.

“Nahahahahao! Lehehehet mehehe gohohohohoho!”

“Why are you laughing, hyung?” Kookie laughed.

“Ihihihi dohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohow!”

Everyone laughed at how cute Jimin looked.

Hoseok, who seemed the happiest about the situation, took advantage of Jimin’s raised arms and dug his fingers into his ribs.

“Ohohoho myhyhy gohohohod! Hyhyhuhuhung!”

“I forgot how ticklish you were, Minnie,” Taehyung said with a laugh. He had already discovered Jimin’s sensitivity in the past, but didn’t even think about it when they met again.

“You knew he was ticklish, Tae?” Jungkook asked, using his hands to test the sensitivity of the other’s neck. They were talking as if Jimin wasn’t even there, which made him want to disappear.

“Ahahahaha! Stohohohop thahahahat! Juhuhuhungkohohok!”

“Interesting, Taehyung-ah! Do you remember any spot that makes Minnie scream?” Hobi asked, not stopping his attack on the younger’s ribs.

“Let me think~” V asked Jungkook to hold their victim and scratched his chin mysteriously, a wicked smile on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare! Taehyung!” Jimin tried to move, his legs kicking in the air, which were quickly held by Hoseok without much effort—he was too weak from embarrassment.

“I think it was here, right, Jiminnie?~” Taehyung brought his hands close to his hyung’s exposed armpits, making Jimin scream and shut his eyes.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“Ah, hyung~, don’t say such mean things~”

Finally, to Jimin’s despair—and everyone else’s amusement—V dug his fingers into his weakest spot, making the singer let out a scream that could probably be heard across the whole neighborhood.

The other three who weren’t in the living room didn’t bother checking who was being “murdered,” but they definitely had an idea of what was going on.

But back to Jimin’s last day of life.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHSEHE! STOHOHOHOP! MEHEHEHERCY!”

“My God, how can Jimin get even cuter?” Hoseok said in a baby voice, pinching his stomach and making Jimin squirm.

“What a discovery, huh? This is going to be veeery useful,” Kookie lowered his head and started lightly biting his victim’s neck, earning more screams.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAO! IHIHIHIHI—”

“Can’t handle it, can you, ticklish baby?~” Taehyung teased again, but kindly lifted his hands, stopping his deadly tickles.

Soon, the other two stopped as well, and Jimin just melted onto the couch before sliding down onto the soft carpet, hiding his red face in pure embarrassment.

“Never. Tickle. Me. Again!” he said, one word at a time, trying to sound threatening.

The other three looked at each other for a few seconds—and then burst out laughing.

“I swear! I’m going to tickle all of you and I’m going to kill you!”

“Alright, alright, Jimin-ah,” Hoseok laughed, getting up from the couch.

The other two got up as well, following their hyung, probably a little scared of being the next victims and having their weaknesses exposed too.

“I swear! Taehyung! You’re next!” Jimin shouted from the middle of the room.

Yeah. This story was far from over.

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