#ler!will

[kawaiisarichan100]

…Okay…

I’ve made the tk audio, but it’s too… cringe I guess? Just don’t make fun of it, and if you feel uncomfortable, just keep scrolling or, ignore it. Anyways, here you go sweety

[slimeylee]

mood. that's it that's the title

summary: mike is in a killer lee mood , and will is there to help

mike (he/him) will (he/him)

notes : tickling , tummy kissing

dni: nsfw . im a minor

Michael Wheeler was suffering.

Not in the sense of pain or discomfort, but in the sense of wanting. He wanted something... there was an itch that he needed to be scratched, if you will. A very, very specific itch. The kind that makes you laugh if someone touches you a certain way. Mike wanted that more than anything right now.

He was never very good at expressing his emotions or wants, but when it came to this topic, he would never be able to say anything. No, not Mike Wheeler. Plus, who would he even ask? Nobody would be willing to do that to him, right?

So when he's hanging out with Will Byers on a normal weekend day, he can't help but to provoke a little bit.

It started off with some contemplating. A bit of nervousness would wash over him the moment that Will stepped foot into his room, the two sitting down on his bed each doing their respective activities. Will was drawing, it looked like he was drawing a person. Maybe he was drawing Mike. Mike was reading a comic book. Or, well, he looked like he was reading a comic book. He would flip the pages every few seconds or so but not paying attention to any of them, only to the way that Will's hand glides across his paper, the way his fingers readjust the pencil in his hand. The way he taps his fingers on Mike's bed when he thinks. It makes Mike go crazy, until he forgets to turn the page-

"Mike?

Will waves his hand in front of Mike's face and the boy snaps back into reality, inching away from the hand in front of his face as his fingers flexed. He could feel his face get warm.

"You okay?" Will asked, soft as ever.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Mike answered. A bit too quickly. Will raised an eyebrow in some confusion but nodded and turned back to his paper. Mike leaned against the wall, looking at Will's side. He bit his lip, fingers twitching. Just one movement, and maybe Will would think to get revenge.

Mike propped his knees up, comic book flat on them, and he turned a page before quickly prodding Will in the side. The boy jumped with a gasp, inching away from Mike.

"Hey!" He'd managed with a jumpy giggle. "Don't do that," Will smirked, looking at Mike as he rubbed his side free of phantoms. He turned back to his sketchbook.

That was it? No, "I'm gonna get you for that" or "If you do that again, I'll do it to you", or anything? He was hoping for at least a poke back.

Mike smirked. Looking away, he imagined Will's fingers digging back into his side, then turning it into scribbling and squeezing and eventually it turning into a full-on one-sided fight where Will is on top of Mike wrestling him down and kneading into his ribs and-

Suddenly, a squeal.

Mike covered his mouth as if it would cover up the sound that just came out of him.

Will had been trying to get his attention again and break him from his daydream, and in a failed attempt to do so, resorted to placing a gentle poke to his side.

The two looked at each other, Mike wide eyed with his face as red as a tomato, and Will with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his face.

"I'm- sorry, I didn't think you'd have that kind of reaction." Will giggled, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Mike stammered, looking for a response. Something. To make him continue.

"No, it's okay! I- uh... I- I don't mind,"

I don't mind? God, that sounds so weird. Why would he even say that-

"...So, you don't mind if I just-"

Suddenly Mike was giggling. Loud giggles poured from his mouth. He jolted as Will's fingers lay on his side.

"I haven't even moved yet, Mike."

He was laughing for no reason. Just the gentle tapping of Will's fingers, his hands resting on his sides, got him overly giddy. Then Mike was readjusting himself, propped up on his elbows as Will straddled his waist. Mike's heart dropped to his stomach, and he felt the butterflies flutter around as Will's fingers tapped over his sweater once more.

Will grinned softly, slowly pulling up Mike's sweater. He looked almost eager. Like he's wanted to do this for so long. Or at least, something similar. Mike shivered, then slightly jolted when Will's fingers made contact with the soft skin of his stomach to pull up the shirt beneath.

"God, your fingers are so cold-" He lay on his back, covering his face with his hands. He sucked in his stomach with a shiver as Will's hands landed back on his sides, which were now bare. Christ, why did he have to build so much anticipation? Mike waited, biting his lip with a small whine. He groaned softly at Will's small chuckle.

"Hello?!" Mike squeaks, uncovering his face to be met with Will's brown eyes, and the evil grin on his face.

"Sorry, sorry, It's just... I don't really know what you want, you know?"

"Bullshit!" Mike cried through soft giggles. And after a long pause, he whined out, "Just do it already!"

Will smirked, and Mike threw his head back in laughter immediately as Will clawed into his ribs. Scribbling over each individual bone, poking into the divots that separated them, quickly raking his fingers down each ladder. Mike bucked his hips, uncharacteristically high-pitched laughter pouring from his lips. "Wait- wait!" He cried out suddenly, going to grab at Will's wrists, and Will paused.

"Yes?" He asked, waiting for a response. His fingers rest on Mike's ribcage. Mike stammered, groaning before muttering out, "N-Nothing,"

"What were you gonna say?" Will leaned in, tilting his head a little bit. Beckoning. Mike groaned. "Nothing! K-Keep going, please?" He asked, his face bright red as he hid behind his hands again. The second squeal of the day escaped his lips as Will's fingers now attacked his tummy. Gently scribbling over the bare skin and especially attacking the spot on either side of his stomach where it met his sides. It killed Mike Wheeler. Will was having the time of his life. He dared to imagine he was having even more fun than Mike now, as his fingers wiggled and scribbled over his exposed stomach and sides. Seeing the love of his life with that giant smile on his face, hearing that laughter that he barely gets to hear anymore... it's bliss, and Will adores every second of it.

He smirks down at Mike, who's thrashing and bucking, but not actually trying to get away. If anything, he's leaning into the touch. And if there's anything Will wants to do before this comes to an end, then he would like to do it now.

"Hey, Mike, want some fruit?"

The rhetorical question was enough to make Mike's eyes go wide in his mirth as Will took in a big breath and leaned down. Mike squeaked and threw his head back as Will planted a giant raspberry on his stomach.

"SHUT UP!" Mike cried through laughter, shaking his head.

"We know you don't actually want that," Will hummed softly. A little bit uncharacteristic for him to be so teasy. But when it came to Mike Wheeler, he would do anything. Even if that meant wrecking him silly.

Will took in some more air and blew another raspberry, directly on Mike's bellybutton.

snrk!

"Oh my god, did you just snort?" Will smirked, merely lifting his head from Mike's stomach as he wiggled his fingers over the boy's sides.

"No!"

"Friends don't lie, Mike,"

Suddenly, Will's fingers slowed to a stop, resting on Mike's sides. Unfortunately, this was almost worse, as Mike kept jerking and squirming. Waiting for him to continue.

"W-Why'd you stop?"

Mike's tone made Will melt. He wanted to crumble and just wreck him, but he couldn't let Mike get away with snarky comments now. Especially not lies. Not when he's in this position.

"Did you snort?" Will asked.

Mike scoffed through small giggles. "Fine! Yes- I did, can you please-"

"Okay, okay, jeez. You're such a baby." Will chuckled softly, and slowly grabbed Mike's wrists in one hand and pulls both his arms above his head. Mike's eyes go wide once more as this occurs, shaking his head softly. "No, no, no, Will, please- that's so bad!" He whined.

"Should've thought about that before you lied to me, huh?"

"I didn't lie!"

"Yes, you did, you told me you didn't snort when you obviously did," Will teased.

"That's not fair- NO!"

Mike shrieked as Will's fingers dove into his armpits, and he clamped his arms down in cackles. He squirmed desperately despite the fact that, now that Will's fingers were trapped beneath his arms, nothing was happening.

"Mike," Will hummed in a low, sing-song tone. "I'm not doing anything yet. And you kinda trapped my hands," He smirked wide.

"Wihill please, it's so bad," Mike whined.

"Dude, shut up, stop begging," Will giggled out, wiggling his fingers from under Mike's arms earning a shrill squeak. "Let me have my hands back."

Mike slowly raised his arms back above his head, flinching a few times before his arms fully went up. Will couldn't help but giggle each time he jumped, and now that his hands were free, he simply wiggled his fingers in his direction. Mike wrapped his arms around himself, a wide goofy smile on his face. "Stop it-"

"Oh, okay." Will said, his hands now in his lap.

"That's not what I meant!" Mike whined.

"What'd you mean, then?" Will asked.

God, Mike loved hated this. He hated how good Will was at teasing, especially alongside the fact that Will knew exactly what he wanted. He was just acting oblivious.

"You're so mean-"

"Oh, I'm mean? Okay, let's see how you like this-"

Mike erupted once more into chaotic laughter as Will's fingers found their way to his hips. They drilled circles into the skin, and Mike couldn't help but buck and grab Will's wrist as he squirmed desperately. "WILL!"

Will ignored him, smiling softly down at the boy beneath him. God, he was beautiful. A beautiful, beautiful boy. He grinned, and now reached behind him and squeezed gently down his thighs. Mike giggled softly, covering his face with his hands again.

His legs kicked out as Will's fingers squeezed his kneecaps, and he let out another shriek when Will's fingers wiggled behind his knees.

"OKAY- OKAY! WILL!"

Mike whined out, tapping the bed three fast times. Will smiled softly, and his fingers slowed to a stop behind Mike's knees. He looked at what he caused.

Never did he think he'd get a chance to be straddling Mike Wheeler, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, face red and wet from tears of mirth, and a big, wide smile plastered on his face. But he would cherish every moment of it.

"Can I do one more thing?" Will asked.

Mike whined softly, hiding behind his hands. He nodded.

Will smiled softly, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to Mike's stomach. Then peppering kisses, all around, leaving Mike in giggly squeaks and giggles. Then to end it off, one last raspberry to the center of his stomach. Mike cursed as Will additionally shook his head to add to the sensations.

"Okay- okay!" Mike giggled, pushing at Will's head once the raspberry became too long for his liking. If even possible.

Will smiled, his chin laying on Mike's stomach. "That... was fun," Mike shyly admitted, looking off to the wall. "Really?"

"...Yeah. You're good at that,"

"At what? What do you mean?"

"...Shut up." Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Will grinned widely, laying down on the bed besides Mike. They lay in silence for a moment, before Mike speaks up.

"I'm gonna get you back for that."

"Wh- You asked for it!"

"Yeah, I know... thanks, by the way,"

Will pulled Mike's shirt and sweater back down and picks up his sketchbook. The page has been opened to an unfinished drawing of Mike, waiting to be finished.

Mike yawned, turning on his side, facing Will. His forehead rested on his shoulder, and he almost immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Will looked over, smiling softly down at him, and started drawing.

The unfinished drawing could wait. For now, Will started a separate drawing of Mike, wearing that smile he loved to see.

[itslittlegiggle]

Live, Laugh, Love

Byler (Mike/Will)

A/N: i’m so embarrassingly still at the Byler restaurant. this fic is for anyone else who is also still at the restaurant xoxo

lee!will is so fav, but i think we forget how important lee!mike is like he’s such a brat (/pos) and needs to get got sometimes

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“I want to tickle you.”

Mike nearly choked on his soda. “What?”

Will grinned from where sat, curled up next to Mike on the sofa in the Wheeler’s basement.

“I want to tickle you,” Will repeated.

Mike just looked at him. “You tickle me all the time. I tickle you all the time.”

“Yeah, but I want to do it good to prove you’re more ticklish than me.”

Mike felt his cheeks heat up the slightest amount, but he couldn’t help rolling his eyes with a grin. “Okay, one, there’s no way I’m more ticklish than you.”

Mike clasped his hand on Will’s knee - no squeezing or pinching or wiggling fingers, just simply holding - and huffed out a quiet laugh from his nose when Will immediately flinched his leg away with a breathy giggle and grabbed at Mike’s hand. “Two, like I said, you tickle me all the time.”

“But you always tickle back, so I don’t get the chance to test what I want to.”

It was true. For all his lank and long limbs, Mike was pretty good at overpowering others during tickle fights - except against Lucas, who had just enough braun and skill to perfectly pin anyone in the friend group and tickle them until he was satisfied. Against Will, tickle fights were reasonably matched, but Will was just a little more ticklish and Mike was just a little better at getting away; even if Will was getting him good, Mike could ultimately turn the tables in the end and have Will be the one pleading through desperate laughter.

“‘Test what you want’? What does that even mean?” Mike asked.

“It means I’m pretty sure I can get you to give up just from soft tickles where you’re the worst, but there’s no way I’d be able to try it without you letting me.”

Gentle tickles did get Mike pretty bad. Sometimes dragging nails made him go crazier than squeezing or digging fingers. Especially where he was the most ticklish, where he almost never let anyone’s hands get close enough to tickle.

The two boys stared at each other for a few moments in a silent stand-off. Big, pleading doe eyes met narrowed, reluctant ones.

But both knew what the outcome would be.

“Fine. But I honestly doubt you’ll succeed in getting what you want,” Mike conceded. He couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

Will grinned. “Want to make a bet? If I get you to surrender, I get to pick all the movies we watch for the next week. If I don’t, then you get to pi-“

“Then I get to tickle you.”

“No. You tickle me all the time anyways!”

“Those are my terms,” Mike stated firmly, suppressing a grin when Will blushed. It was always fun to make Will blush.

“Fine.” Will stuck out his chin in a silent challenge and reached his hand out for Mike to shake, which he did.

And so, moments later, Mike was lying on his back on the sofa and Will was sitting on his hips. Will was pressing his knees tightly against Mike’s upper arms, just above his elbows, to keep Mike from lifting his arms (and, ultimately, from hiking his shoulders up).

“Ready?” Will looked way too excited.

Mike swallowed. “Ready.”

Fingernails gently started dragging across his shoulders, and Mike felt like the resulting goosebumps had nearly exploded out of his skin with how fast they erupted all along his arms and down his back and up the nape of his neck. He could bear this, though. Deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth.

Will’s hands converged inwards to gently scratch at Mike’s collarbones, one finger on each. When he started the slow flicking of his fingers, back and forth touches that barely had his nails touching Mike, Mike really had to fight the yip that so desperately hung in his throat; he could feel his arms shaking, the touch just ticklish enough that he don’t have the control to stop any unconscious reactions.

“This isn’t - hng - isn’t even that b-bad,” Mike said, trying for nonchalance but instead sounding like a choking Jar Jar Binks.

“Okay, sure,” Will supplied, and Mike couldn’t decide what was worse - the way he could feel his entire body blushing, the way he could hear Will laughing softly at him, or the way his nerves were alighting like little ticklish sparks as Will’s fingernails continued on their path of destruction.

“Oh my God - oh my God, Will!”

Yeah. Definitely Will’s fingernails.

Will’s greedy fingers had finally reached their ultimate destination to Mike’s neck, scratching nonsensical patterns up and down the sides where the skin was thin and sensitive, and Mike could hardly believe the sharp shriek resounding in the air had come from himself.

Mike had a really unique laugh, high and pitchy and all over the place - especially when he was being tickled, with that dash of desperation thrown in there that made it even more uncontrollable and wild. To be honest, Mike wasn’t a huge fan of his own laugh; he thought it was too shrill, too grating, too annoying, especially when compared to people like Will who had giggly, bubbly laughter. He typically tried to hide it with scoffing snorts and holding it back as much as possible, even with some of his friends.

Not from Will, though. Never from Will.

Not that he could stop his laughter from pouring out of him at this point, even if he wanted to.

Mike felt his shoulders fighting to come up and defend his neck against those evil fingernails, but Will really had him pinned good. He tried turning his head to either side, but it just left the opposite side of his neck wide open to Will’s tickles. He tried bringing an ear down to his shoulder since his shoulder couldn’t come up, but it wouldn’t reach.

Will’s slid his nails up below Mike’s jaw and kept doing the wiggly-scratching pattern that had Mike in absolute stitches. Mike had never had his neck tickled like this before - he always knew that was where he was the most ticklish, even with the neck typically being a second-thought spot for tickles. Quick squeezes and squishes of fingers definitely happened and had been used against him before, but this was crazy and Mike felt like his body was trying to vibrate out of his skin. It tickled, and he apparently felt like he had to let Will know.

“It tickles!”

As if Will couldn’t tell from the shrieky, pitchy laughter pouring out of his boyfriend.

When Mike tried pressing his chin down to block the sensation, Will simply moved his fingers to flutter against Mike’s ears and against the back of his neck as much as he could. It made Mike arch his neck up so beautifully to escape the feeling - and made it perfect for Will to tickle under his chin until it pressed desperately down again.

Mike was dizzy with giggles and shrill laughter and the insane fun of it all. Through watery eyes he could see Will grinning at him, and it made him laugh harder.

“Okay, okay, I give!”

Will pulled his hands away immediately - he apparently couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing Mike’s throat, though, laughing against the skin when Mike let out one more giggly shriek (which made it tickle even more). Will leaned back enough to release Mike’s arms, and in his freedom Mike could only grab Will’s hands and try to calm his shoulder that kept trying to tick up and protect against the phantom tickles that had him still giggling quietly. “Holy shit. Okay, yeah. That tickled.”

Will was looking at him with such a huge grin. “I really love your laugh.” No teasing. No sarcasm. Just a matter-of-fact statement that had Mike flushing all over again.

“Can you even call that a laugh? It’s like, squeaky brakes. Or a banshee,” Mike joked. But Will could always see through him.

“It’s adorable. It makes me smile,” Will said.

And Mike could tell he meant it. Was he ever going to stop blushing today?

“You know what makes me smile?”

Will was giggling even before Mike sat up and managed to reverse their positions, straddling him and holding his hands inches from Will’s sides. Will tried pushing Mike’s hands away, squealing, “wait, wait, th-this wasn’t the deal! I won!”

Mike grinned. “I know, I know. But guess what?” He leaned down. “I don’t care.”

And Will’s laughter exploded into the room.

[i-burnt-the-water-somehow]

IM BORED WILL BYERS TKL HCS

General!:

75 percent lee, 25 percent ler

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM

HES SO LEE CODED

probably got wRECKED by Jonathan when he was younger, also probably had a lot of tkl fights with Mike too

Lee:

This poor boy is ticklish everywhere

Even his arms methinks

(Side note I think that he’d start flapping his hands if his arms are tickled /silly)

He’s probably most ticklish on his stomach, neck, ribs, and shoulder blades

He canNOT stand his neck or stomach being tickled

Mainly cuz nuzzles and raspberries kill this poor boy

Hold in his giggles but qUICKLY breaks

His being tickled laugh is probably very very high pitched, squeaky and fast

Also SNORTS and gets teased a bunch for it

ON THAT NOTE

He gets extremely flustered at teasing or babytalk

Babytalk especially

Main lers are Mike, Jonathan, Joyce, Lucas, Dustin, and once or twice Max

In conclusion, lee

Ler:

Very very playful ler

Definition of cannot take what he dishes out in teases

pretty much only tickles Mike, Lucas and Dustin

Favorite spots to get are stomach, knees, and sides

Sorry I don’t have much for ler!will :((( he’s too lee coded /silly

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickletober Days 6-7- Fidgety Cuddles

Nico leaned back against Will’s chest. It had been a long day so his doctor had ordered a night in of cuddles, Nico’s favorite snacks and a binge watch of Wednesday.

They were halfway through the season when Nico had started dozing off. Just as he was about to slip into sleep, he felt Will grip his side a little tighter. It didn’t hurt. It did tickle.

Will must’ve felt him jump and stiffen and pressed a kiss on his head.

“Sorry.”

“‘S’fine, just be gentle.”

Nico leaned back against his boyfriend and almost forgot the whole thing until he felt Will stroke his ribs. This time he squirmed a bit and Will chuckled.

“Shhh, stop fidgeting, I can’t concentrate on the show.”

He teased, much to Nico’s embarrassment.

“Stop tickling me.”

Will snickered.

“I’m not tickling you.”

Nico giggled as Will tweaked his stomach.

“L-Liar! That’s a bald faced lie!”

The dark haired Demi god squirmed and fidgeted in Will’s arms, laughing softly.

Will kept up the act of innocence for awhile longer but he eventually cracked and started full on tickling Nico.

“St-stop! Stop! I can’t take any more!”

Will immediately pulled away as Nico slumped against his chest.

“Now will you stop fidgeting?”

Will asked. Nico punched his shoulder.

“Only if you stay away from my ticklish spots. Now start the show over, I missed 10 minutes!”

Laughing, Will restarted the episode and Nico cuddled against him.

About 5 minutes later, both demigods were fast asleep, the sounds of their show the only other noise in the cabin.

Hi everyone! Since I forgot to do yesterday’s prompt I combined it with today’s! Thanks for reading and let me know if you have a requests for the next prompts!

[smilingangel582]

Lemme be honest, Percy Jackson is a book series I read and enjoyed as a kid, but I was totally not expecting these boys Nico and Will! And it's real! Omg I just read the new book, Sun and Star, and they really tickled my fancy!

Btw... I am not enlightened about hero's of olmypus since I don't remember much apart from the basic story line. Sooo, I will write about these boys more since I know them better. Btw I'm gonna be a lee!nico main! Ler!Will is the best! Sunshine needs to shed more light on him.

And the one I'm writing now is not entirely a tickle fic, because I want some more cuteness and love from them, so... there will be only a minor tickle scene. If that's not enough, I'll write a better and intensely cute one! Heeeheee

Warning spoilers alert

Need you by my side.

Ps. You can't tell me this gif is not relatable!

Camp half blood was much quieter around this time. Will rested by the stretchers after most of the patients are well taken care of. He was ready to close down the infirmary when he noticed a familiar presence by the Apollo cabin.

"Nico?"

This made the son of Hades step out and push his hands down his pockets giving a head gesture "Yo,"

As calm and reserved as ever, so intense. Will thought with a smile, but he really wished Nico could open up more than the rest. He just got used to socializing, but its kinda hard to get him to interact with others willingly.

He would do it for Will. Indirectly, he had that look ever since. Plus, he would swing by the infirmary to check on Will, showing his love more endearing for Will.

"Are you here to see me?" Will asked teasingly.

Nico looked away with a frown "Well, no... just bored,"

"I thought you enjoyed your self-solitary confinement," raising an eyebrow, Will watched Nico shift from one foot to another by holding the expression of seriousness. "Yeah, can't I roam around these lands?" He added "I need to get out of there at least once"

Sighing, Will reached to grab his shoulders and slide his arms over his neck to embrace him. "Just simply say you missed me"

Almost. Will saw a faint blush, but it was a split second. He scoffed but didn't push him off, "Yeah, think whatever you want"

"Babe..." he whispered to his ear now, this made Nico stagger back and Will grabbed his elbows now to avoid a sudden tumble on the grass.

There's that blush. Will grinned, now blowing into his ear. "Your ears are red... that was a dead giveaway..."

(A/N: I'm a sucker for sensitive ears - may it be for tickle purposes or any non-tickle purposes)

"Solace..." he gritted his teeth but didn't say anything much as he felt himself melting to the sudden arousal. He had always been weak on the ears, he can't control himself when Will took advantage of this.

They were still outside by the forests, far from the other cabins but close by the infirmary. They could slip away easily without anyone finding out... hopefully.

"W-wait..." Nico gasped suddenly leaning against the tree as he felt Will push himself to bite his ear, which made him moan a wavery and high vibrato.

"Nico that's adorable" he whispered.

"Ngh! S-shut up" hi gripped Will's jacket to push him and pull him... he was torn with both desires.

Will felt him warmer now, his own face slightly flushed with excitement. He watched the beautiful face of the Ghost King turn to something cute and stimulative.

"Can't... sorry," he nipped his collarbone, making Nico give a weak cry of protest, "I missed this... so much Nico"

He decides to back off before giving a long kiss to his tender lips. Nico widened his eyes. Those pitch-black eyes were brighter like a confused kitten. Will didn't stop his fingers from holding Nico's shoulders. He could see this was a temptation he wanted desperately for himself as well.

"You had to do that...?" Nico whined, pulling his knees to his chest as he mumbled like a child. Another lovely side that Will loves in him was this childish pout and complains he had. When things don't go his way he would be like this.

"Come on... you look like a puppy that needed attention"

"Is that so?" His tone shifts to a smirk. Will didn't see this coming. He felt a sudden weight on his chest as he watched Nico kiss him more vigorously, now pinning his own wrists. Too surprised by the attack, he gasped. "W-wait!"

"Your turn..."

Will liked it rough, he smiled fondly but then again, they might go too far as to getting caught. He should stop nico from getting too far.

There is only one way to stop him.

"Ack! Will!" He yelped now, stumbling away from his boyfriend."Dohont do that!"

Will snuck a few fingers clawing at his ribs. He resorted to immature measures in order to tame Nico's wild vengeance. It's effective even for someone like him.

"I'm sorry, but is the big bag son of hades a bit ticklish?" Will giggled when Nico tried to escape the playful nimble fingers of his. Chuckling more at that, he grabbed Nico's wrist and in one hand to his chest while the other hand snuck to his hips, pinching them rapidly. This drove Nico wild, "Yohohou moron! I'll sehehend you creatures ohohof -gahaha nohoho more -aahha ihihihi wihihill make suhuhuhure thehehehey eheheheat your brahahahain!"

Clicking his tongue, he poked his stomach. "That's so adorable. You should stop watching dead rising though," he grinned, now wiggling his fingers. "I can't help but want to tickle you more for that stunt you pulled ..."

"SOHOHORRY!" He yellled when Will hit a particular sensitive spot. He snuggled his lips to the side of his neck bringing tickly kisses which made Nico arouse and giggle at the same time.

"Alright, alright... we gotta stop. Let's continue on bed"

"Y-yohou mean thahat?"

Will watched the keeness in his eyes, then smugly pointed out "Oh, don't you like my seduction? That's fine, I can tickle you instead?"

"Stop, you know what I meant." Nico gave a soft smile without any forced attempt. Will felt his heart begin palpitation at that. He gave one last kiss on Nico's pale cheek before dragging him away, "I know, Nico..."

"I need you by my side," Will said unexpectedly, then Nico widened his eyes by this confession. He chuckles playfully. "That reaction was priceless... I gotta take a photo of that someday"

"Bastard, what am I a cat...?" he chuckled in a low voice but then looked up at the blond who was glimmering light to his life. Before that, he blushed as he said, "I love you, sushine, so i need you by my side too"

"I love you too, my grumpy ball of darkness"

[kawaiisarichan100]

Could you make more Tickle Art fanarts from Stranger Things from Byler's LGBT ship, please?

sure pal!

I love these two 🥰