hey!! I see that you're not taking clip requests, so please put this one on the bottom of your list; I can't find the video with this girl, and the tickler in black anywhere, and I LOVE this guy's teasing so much. I figured maybe you would be able to help some day!
Hi!
Still not taking any requests like you mentioned, but this is called "Tickling Robin Faye 3"
Oh my gosh Fairytail content in the big 2026? I’m in heaven
I’m sorry this is so vague, but anything Ler Loke PLEASEEEE 🙏🙏🙏 Everything about him screams ler to me
A Leo’s Method
A/N: I finally found your request again I thought I accidentally deleted it while clearing out my inbox😭. But here it is I hope you enjoy!!
Lee: Lucy
Ler: Loke
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It was a rare quiet afternoon at the Fairy Tail Guild hall — or at least, relatively quiet. Chairs were still overturned in one corner (thanks to Natsu Dragneel), and someone had set something small on fire earlier (also Natsu), but for once, no one was actively fighting.
That alone made Lucy Heartfilia suspicious.
“You’re being weird,” she said, narrowing her eyes at Loke, who was lounging across the table like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Weird? Me?” Loke placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “Lucy, you wound me. I’m always perfectly charming.”
“That’s exactly the problem,” she shot back. “You’re too calm. What are you planning?”
Loke’s grin widened — slow, mischievous, and honestly a little dangerous.
“Oh, nothing much,” he said smoothly. “Just thinking about how tense you’ve been lately.”
Lucy crossed her arms. “I am not—”
“You are,” he interrupted, standing up and circling her like a cat that had already decided its next move. “You’ve been stressing over missions, rent, guild chaos… honestly, it’s exhausting just watching you.”
“I’m fine,” she insisted, though her voice betrayed a hint of nerves as he stepped closer.
“Mm. I don’t think so.”
Before she could react, Loke moved — quick and effortless — catching her wrists and pinning them gently but firmly against her sides.
“Loke!” Lucy yelped. “What are you—hey, wait—!”
“I think,” he said, leaning in just enough to make her fluster, “you need to relax.”
“That’s not how you—”
She cut herself off with a sharp gasp as his fingers lightly traced along her sides.
“L–Loke—!”
“Oh?” His eyes sparkled. “Sensitive, are we?”
“Don’t you dare—!”
Too late.
His fingers danced across her ribs in quick, teasing motions, and Lucy burst into laughter almost instantly.
“WAHAIT—LOKE—STOHOHP—!”
“There it is,” he said smugly, clearly enjoying himself. “That’s a much better sound than all that complaining.”
“I DOH—HAHA—NOT—COMPLAIN—!”
“Really?” he teased, switching to her waist, his touch precise and relentless. “Because I recall quite a bit of ‘why is rent so high’ and ‘why does Natsu eat everything in my fridge.’”
Lucy tried to twist away, but Loke adjusted effortlessly, keeping her right where he wanted her.
“LOKE, I SWEAR—!” she gasped between laughter, her knees starting to give out. “I’LL—HAHA—SUMMON SOMEONE—!”
“Oh?” he chuckled. “Go ahead. I’d love an audience.”
She glared at him through watery eyes, which only made him laugh more.
“You’re evil,” she accused.
“And you’re ticklish,” he shot back.
His fingers skittered higher, just under her ribs, and Lucy shrieked with laughter, completely losing whatever composure she had left.
“OHOHOKAY—OKAY—! I’M RELAHAXED—!”
“Hmm,” Loke pretended to consider, though his hands didn’t stop. “I don’t know. You might need a little more convincing.”
“LOKE—!”
Across the guild hall, a few heads had turned.
“Is that Lucy?” Gray Fullbuster asked, raising a brow.
“Yep,” Erza Scarlet replied calmly, sipping her tea. “Loke is helping her de-stress.”
Gray blinked. “That’s… one way to do it.”
Back at the table, Lucy was barely standing now, her laughter uncontrollable as Loke finally slowed his movements.
“Still tense?” he asked lightly.
She collapsed forward against the table, breathing hard and glaring at him though there was no real heat behind it.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You love me,” he corrected smoothly.
Lucy rolled her eyes, but a small smile crept onto her face anyway.
“…Okay,” she admitted after a moment. “Maybe I feel a little better.”
“Of course you do,” Loke said, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. “You’re welcome.”
She pointed a finger at him. “Don’t think this means you can just do that whenever you want.”
He leaned in slightly, that same teasing grin returning.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said.
Pause.
“…Unless you need it.”
Lucy groaned.
Somewhere in the background, Natsu shouted about food again.
And just like that, the chaos of Fairy Tail resumed but Lucy, at least, felt a little lighter.
Hey, I saw your fic requests open and I wanted to know if you could do Lee!dabi and Ler!tomo (I'm pretty sure that's the name of your oc if I remember correctly)? I love his quirk and it'd be interesting to see how you think dabi would react to it! ^^
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My Hero Academia: Join the Dark Side, Yo
Oh my GOODNESS! It's been a little while since I've written something this long! I just love writing dialogue with my Tomo baby. He's such a sassy little shit XD I'd think Canon Dabi would just power through the tickles and incinerate Tomo, then find his family, burn them too, and probably steal his dog XD Buuuut, let's just pretend the tiggles are too strong! Thank you so much for the ask! Love you, thank you for your patience!
Summary: Dabi tries to convince Tomo to join the LOV.
Lee!Dabi, Ler!Tomo
Tw: Swearing, flirting
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Money, money, money! Today had been a successful hunt. Tomo had snatched several wallets from unsuspecting rich folk and even a snazzy Gucci watch that would fetch a nice handful at the cash pawn shop.
"Hmm... Udon set from the seven-eleven down the road? Ooor, maybe something from the night market?" He asked himself as he counted his wad of stolen cash. "Nice, I can afford both!"
"Abe Tomohiro."
"Huh?" The boy paused, hearing someone call his name from down an alleyway. "Yello?" He called back, stuffing the money into his pocket as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see who was talking to him in the dark.
Once his eyes focused, he saw a man staring at him with a grin across his scarred face. Dabi.
"Hey, kid. Come on down, I wanna have a talk." Dabi called, gesturing with a wave. He was on the lookout for villains to recruit into the League.
Tomo gulped, looking around for other civilians before taking a step closer, smiling. "My mum told me not to follow sexy men into dark alleyways."
"Hah, your mums a clever woman."
"That she is. Unfortunately, that intelligence didn't get passed down to me." Tomo smirked, walking towards Dabi casually. He knew that being defensive was usually worse in these situations.
Now face to face, Tomo looked up at the shadowy man who loomed over him.
"So, what can I do for you, sexy man in the alleyway? I'm afraid I'm not looking for company tonight if that's what you're offering." He smirked.
Dabi just smirked in return. He seemed to be in a good mood tonight. Otherwise, Tomos sass would find him dead. Dabi cocked his head to the side, looking down at the boy.
"I've heard a lot about you, Abe."
"Tomo is fine. No need for formalities." Tomo smirked as Dabi gave a nod of understanding.
"Tomo. I'm aware of what you get up to. You seem to have a real talent for it. And, you and the Pro hero, Hawks, are on good terms? Right?" He asked, raising a brow as he watched Tomo narrow his eyes.
"How'd you know that?"
"Doesn't matter. What I'm getting at is how useful you could be. I'm looking for people to join our little cause. You clearly understand that society is unbalanced. The way you only steal from those pompous rich bastards is evidence enough."
Tomo folded his arms, biting his lip as he listened. He knew where this was going, and he wasn't sure if he was keen on the idea. "Mhmm... What of it?"
"I think you'd be a handy addition to our group. Hawks, let's you commit crime. He knows you're stealing, and yet, he lets you walk free. That might come in handy for some dirtier jobs that come up." Dabi smirked, leaning close to Tomo, watching his eyes carefully.
"I reckon we see eye to eye on some level... I want what Stain is after. The fall of false heroes and-"
"Pffft-" Tomo cut him off, blowing a raspberry as he gave him a thumbs down. "Stain? Nuh-uh. No thanks, pal. I'm not out here to put anyone in the dirt."
Dabis friendly front immediately faded. Replaced with a blood-lust glare. "No?"
"Nah, I'm too pretty to be digging around in dirt like that. You're hot, but not pretty, so it's fine for you."
"I don't dig graves." Dabi growled, leaning closer, pinning Tomo between him and the wall with his arm.
"You don't? You mean... That smell is just you?"
"Moron. I don't dig graves because there's never anything left to bury!" The flame weirder ignited a warping blue flame in his palm, holding it close to Tomos face, slightly charring the tips of his hair.
Tomo scrunched his eyes shut, leaning away from the heat as he chuckled nervously.
"Ooho, damn. Yeah, that's hot." Tomo smirked, reaching a hand to pat Dabis chest. "Look, I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I'm just not built for the whole super-villain business, Mr- Uh, what was your name?"
"Dabi."
"Mr. Dabi. So-" Tomo ducked under Dabis arm, slowly starting to shimmy towards the main road again. "It's been nice, cool meeting a real villain and all, but I gotta go."
"Pitty." Dabi sneered, raising his hand, aiming a fireball at Tomo. "Shigaraki suggested you by name too. He held you in high regard, but I see you- GYAH!?" Dabi arched his back suddenly, yelping as his fire was diminished.
"Sorry bout that, I just hate long ass monologues." Tomo shrugged as he shook his head.
Dabi wasn't sure what just happened, but he was pissed!
"If you value your life, you won't do that again!" Dabi growled, clenching his fists angrily. His pride was already a little damaged due to the noise he made. Tomo chuckled, amused by Dabis reaction.
"Oh? Why?" Tomo asked, stepping a little closer, tilting his head.
"Does it tickle?"
Dabi felt a strange sensation in his chest. What was this feeling? He felt warm. Though not like any heat he had experienced before. This was different. Was he... Flustered?
"Little shit!" He was pissed. He tossed a fireball at Tomo. It was missed by inches as his aim was thrown off by a tickly sensation on his stomach that made him double over, clutching his stomach as he bit back a laugh.
"Oh, you are ticklish then! Never would have guessed~" Tomo teased, hopping up onto a dumpster and making himself comfortable as he watched Dabi consider his options. Which were limited at this time.
"Just get out of here, kid." The dark-haired villain hissed, keeping his eyes fixed on the concrete.
"Hm? And miss out on seeing a sexy villain like you laughing and begging for mercy under my hand? No can do, Mr. Dabi~" He raised his hands, starting to pinch the air. Each pinch made Dabi flinch and snicker.
"Gh-! I-I sweAh-! I swear, if you dOHON'T stop! I'll fihind y-you ahand- FUCK!" The constant random squeezing sensation moved up and down Dabis ribs, making it hard for him to string a sentence.
"You'll find me and what, sir? How forward of you, hehe~!" Tomo smiled, crossing his legs as he looked down at the squirming villain. "You're kinda cute when you laugh. Ya know?"
The light squeezing turned into more vigorous tickling, targeting the villains stomach now.
"Stahap! Y-You little shihiiiit! AHA! GR-! NOHO!" He rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach as a few small, harmless flames spurted from his palms. "Rrrh! NnnAHA!" His eyes scrunched shut, his knees pulled up into his chest as he tried to hide his expression from view.
"Nawww, look at that smile! You know, I love when big scary men like you are ticklish. It's very humbling and adorable. Kichy, kitchy kooo~" Tomo laughed with him, making squeezing gestures in the air that stuck to Dabis inner thighs, making him kick and flail helplessly.
"I thought you said you don't dig graves? Now you're lying to me? Ugh... It's always the pretty ones that are the liars." The tickling kicked up a notch as Dabis underarms were attacked.
"Kichy, koo~ Little squirmy wormy villy willain! So eeevil! Yes, I'm petrified right now, can you tell? Oh sho shcawy!"
Dabi clamped his arms to his sides, throwing his head back in hysterics. He felt so vulnerable, something he hadn't felt in years now. And this sensation of tickling. Never before had he felt such a thing, it was so intense! It was... Pleasant? No! Of course not! He'd never think such a thing!
A sort passed his lips as he leaned up against the wall, just managing to prop himself upright as he laughed himself silly.
"HAHA! OHO SHIHIIIT! Dahahamn it! F-Fuhucking stahahap! EH!?" He gasped, looking up and realising the boy was long gone.
"HEY! Where'd you gohOH!? Come BAHAHACK! AHAHAAAaaaa-!... *gasp* GAHAHAD! C-COHOWARD! I'll fIHIIII- AHA!" It was no good. Dabi gave up throwing threats around. He rolled back onto his side, pulling his jacker collar up around his face, trying to keep his crimson red cheeks hidden and his laughter quieter.
Once the tickling finally subsided, Dabi couldn't even bother to be mad anymore. He just lay there for a while, staring up at the stars as he caught his breath. "Damn... Kid... Hah..." He smiled to himself, rubbing his side as a ghost tickle made him jump. Maybe Tomo was right to decline. Someone who tickles people for defence doesn't belong with a group of criminals like them anyway.