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Hi there! You can call me Pink! As my description says, I'm just your average girl who simps for fictional characters and thinks about getting tickled by them~
This blog is pretty much a mishmash of things. It'll function primarily as my self-insert blog and a tickle blog. If that's not your thing, totally fine! I'm not here to make anyone feel uncomfortable with what I like.
This place is meant to be a safe space for all my fellow lees and lers in the community who are still shy or insecure about being into tickling. No one is here to make you feel weird or judged. We're all just here to have a good time! ♡
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Name: Pink
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual
Lee or Ler: Smartass Lee
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When the Queen Falls Prey (lee!Vil, ler!Rook and ler! Epel)
Warnings: Light swearing, spoilers for book 5, pretty intense tickles tbh I put Vil through the wringer
I thought I lost this fic but I didn't! I write full fics maybe once in a blue moon so sorry if this is bad. Hope you enjoy anyway loves xoxo
Synopsis: Epel thinks he walked in on something he shouldn't have seen...he's both right and wrong.
This evening had not been a particularly eventful one. This was a relief for Epel, who was still sore and physically exhausted from the wringer SDC ran him through. He exited the Pomefiore shower room and made his way toward his room. He couldn’t wait to just collapse on his bed and succumb to a peaceful sleep-
“GAAAHAHAHAHA! ROOK!”
Was that…laughter? This late at night?
“I SAHAHAHAID STOHOHOHOHOP! THAT’S AN ORHORHORDER!”
“Pardon~? You must speak up, Roi de Poison! I cannot decipher what you’re saying when you’re laughing so hard~!”
Well that was unmistakably Rook, but Epel found it hard to believe the laughter could be coming from Vil. It was so...carefree. Carefree and shameless and Vil was anything but those two things.
“OH GREHEHEHEHEAT SEVEN-HAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOOOP! I’VE HAD ENOUHOUHOUGH!”
Epel found himself following the sound, keeping his steps quiet so he wouldn’t be heard. He moved down the hallway and eventually found himself in front of Vil’s room. The laughter was definitely coming from there. Now intrigued, the boy couldn’t resist leaning forward and pressing his ear to the door-
“Ah, bonsoir Monsieur Pommette~!”
The door swung open and Epel had to step back as Rook loomed over him.
“Rook!” he began, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I was just-“
“It would do you well…to head back to your room…” Vil was catching his breath, “I’m sure your body is aching for rest, anyhow.”
“A little. I just overheard your laughter and-”
"It is none of your concern." Vil sat up, “Go to your room, potato.”
Now that Vil was upright, Epel had a far better view of him. He was winded, his shoulders rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. His face was flushed and glistening with sweat, and the baby hairs always held down with hairspray were visible.
To think Vil Schoenheit, Pomefiore housewarden and supermodel, could appear with everyday flaws… That was hard to believe. Epel had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“Forgive me for askin', but...what had you laughin' so hard?" Epel asked. Innocently enough.
“A rather witty joke of mine that I shall tell you in the morning~!” Rook replied with a cheerful smile, but Epel just knew that was bullshit.
“Ah don’t think a joke would render someone sweatin’ like a sinner in church!” he protested, “What were you doin’ to ‘im, Rook?”
“Epel.” Vil frowned sternly.
“Ah, I have told you already, Monsieur Pommette~” Rook continued, another attempt at getting the boy to leave, “Roi de Poison was just tickled pink at one of my stories~“
Uh oh.
Vil Schoenheit was ticklish.
And not just a bit ticklish, like…insanely ticklish.
And he was allowing this insane ticklishness to be exploited.
Was this a post-overblot effect, or…?
"Oh, okay. I see now." Epel giggled softly, "Ihihi never expected you two to get into tickle fights!"
Rook looked back at Vil, who set his jaw and refused to acknowledge him. He simply just sat there, but no amount of professional acting could hide that he was embarrassed. The sympathetic hunter opened his mouth to say something, but Epel beat him to it, “Being ticklish is nothin' to be ashamed of.”
The upperclassmen looked up in surprise. That’s when Epel realized he had said that out loud. Well, time to roll with it now.
“Everybody’s ticklish,” he continued, “College students, adults, rulers…celebrities. It’s not even shocking that you’re ticklish, Vil. But what IS shocking is that you actually enjoy it enough to-“
“I wouldn’t say that,” Vil crossed his arms, “It’s more something Rook enjoys and I have to tolerate.”
He cleared his throat, and in an instant it seemed his composure was gathered, “But thank you for the kind words, potato. Despite that, I would like you to not go about telling your dormmates about this. More out of respect for Rook than me, for this is but the surface of his private life, which you know very well he doesn’t enjoy sharing.”
“You have my word!” Epel promised, and was about to go about his evening when something clicked in him…
He thought back on all the things Vil put him through: degrading and belittling him in front of his dormmates, vigorous training in etiquette, ballet and singing lessons against his will, and even physically hurting him at times. For so long, Epel craved even ground. He didn’t want to be seen as a helpless little boy anymore, but rather someone that should be feared and respected like everyone else. He stayed planted in the doorway, deciding that if there was any time to get revenge…it was now.
“On one condition…”
Rook blinked, “And what might that be?”
Epel cracked his knuckles, his lips curling up in a feral grin, “Ya let ME have a turn~”
Vil was flabbergasted. He could hardly believe what he was hearing but he didn't have time to protest before Rook seized his wrists. That was an invitation. Epel shut the door behind him.
“Glad yer seein’ mah way, Rook~! This is sure to be a good ol’ time~”
“I’m simply intrigued by your gall, Monsieur Pommette~!” Rook replied cheerfully.
“R-Rook! Unhand me at once!” Vil demanded, “Who’s to say the little troublemaker won’t tell the whole dorm anyway? This is pointless!”
“Ooh la la~ Is someone nervous~?” Rook cooed, “I never thought I’d see the day when someone fears a freshman! Especially you, my fair Vil~! How thrilling!”
Epel straddled Vil’s thighs, making him tense and level a poisonous glare, “You put your hands on me, potato…and you’ll pay dearly.”
On a normal occasion, Epel would have wilted. But not today. He served a playful glare right back and flexed his fingers, “Ah think it’s worth the risk~”
Then, he struck. Those dexterous fingers clamped onto Vil’s skinny waist and squeezed relentlessly.
“Tch-!" the queen lurched, "P-Potatohohoho! Thihis is your lahahast warning-!"
Epel hit his lower ribs and Vil's resolve crumbled. He collapsed into a fit of rather handsome giggles, "Aahahahaha! Kn-Knock it ohohohohoff!"
“Already?” Epel taunted, “Ah thought someone of yer experience would be able to handle more. No wonder ya didn’t want me tellin’ anyone! Ticklin’s your Achilles heel!”
“Ohoho, my~” Rook purred, “I never pegged you as a tickle monster, Monsieur! Que c'est beau~!”
Epel squiggled his fingers into Vil’s ribs. He tased and tormented them, marveling at Vil’s progressively more hysterical reactions. To think that he’d been hiding this little weakness for so long was practically a crime. Epel felt insanely lucky being able to see him like this.
“Tickle tickle tickletickletickle~!” he teased, grinning sadistically as Vil’s laughter spiked, “Is this a bad spot ah found~? Does the queen have some sensitive ribs that ah can tickle silly all night long~? Hm~?”
Vil howled as his student was relentless. Epel went from random wriggling to pulsating between the bones, making Vil arch his back. What really sent him though, was when he felt Epel venturing a little too high for his comfort.
“N-NOHOHOHOHOHO!” he yanked hard against Rook, “EPEL! DOHOHON’T!”
“Don’t what, huh?” Epel snickered, “Ah’m barely touchin’ you! What could you possibly be afraid of little ol’ me doin’~?”
Vil giggled helplessly, unable and unwilling to give a coherent answer. Rook couldn’t help but coo at this, and he shifted his position so he had one hand free.
“Monsieur Pommette is asking you a question, Roi de Poison~” he purred and prodded where Vil’s armpit met his ribs, “It would be quite rude not to answer, oui~?”
“pffHAHAHAHAHA! YOU KNOHOHOHOW!” Vil choked out a reply through his laughter, turning his face so the two wouldn’t see just how red it was. But Epel was smart, and one couldn’t hide anything from Rook.
“Nah ah ah!” Epel exclaimed, “Turn his head back! Ah want ‘im to look at me while he’s bein’ tickled~”
“Ah, and to think I was enjoying myself~!” Rook shook his head, but quit tickling Vil so he could grab his chin, “But I can’t refuse assisting you, Monsieur Chatouiller Monstre~”
“That’s better~” Epel leaned over his housewarden and wiggled his fingers over his armpits, “Merciful seven! Yer as red as a ripened apple!”
His fingers did a false jerk like he was about to pounce. Vil jumped. Another jerk and Vil was writhing. Rook grinned like a cat that got the cream.
“How ruthless you are~” he mused, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think our queen was eager for you to just tickle him already~!”
“I absolutely am not!” Vil spat.
That attitude was short lived because Epel actually pounced this time. He poked and played with Vil’s open armpits, sending him into a fit of hysterics.
“Well if he wanted it that bad, ah guess ah got no choice but to do it!” Epel spoke over Vil’s desperate laughter, “Although it wouldn’t have killed ‘im to ask…”
All Vil could do was laugh. His brain was fuzzy from how bad this tickled and couldn’t formulate a witty or graceful response to anything. He screamed as Epel his thumbs into his hollows and vibrated them.
“Tarnation! Listen to how loud that cacklin’ got!” Epel laughed as Vil was now bucking and trying to throw him off, “Ya barely even sound like yourself~”
“GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y-YOU STOHOHOHOHOP THIS RIGHT N-NOHOHOW! O-OR I’LL-“
“You’ll do what~?” Rook smirked mischievously at his queen, “Hmmm~? You’ll do what, Roi de Poison~? Myself and your new tickle monster are dying to know~”
Epel spidered his fingers up to Vil’s elbows, tickling along his biceps now. He scratched and stroked down towards his armpits, never actually tickling them but always making sure Vil thought he would.
“Lord, is yer skin so soft ya can’t even handle this?!” Epel demanded, watching Vil’s face as his biceps were gently but ruthlessly tickled, “That’s depressin’~! Not even mah younger peers back in Harvestown were this ticklish!”
“It seems our Fairest one of All, is also the most ticklish one of all~!” Rook trilled, now tickling under Vil’s chin, “Aren’t you, Roi de Poison~? Or should I start calling you Roi de Chatouilles instead~?”
Epel could tell Vil was reaching his limit and started to gravitate away from his armpits. He didn’t want to kill his housewarden, but there was one more thing he was dying to try.
“Hmmm…” Epel slid his fingertips down Vil’s toned stomach, earning yet another stream of frantic giggling. He found the lower buttons on his shirt and started to open them, and this for sure caught Rook’s attention.
“My my~” he tightened his grip when he felt Vil twitching, “What’s on your mind, Monsieur Pommette~?”
“Y’know how mah family’s livelihood is their apple farm…” the freshman ignored Rook’s question and continued to unbutton Vil’s shirt. When he didn’t respond, Epel jabbed his sides.
“Hey! Ya got cotton in yer ears?! Answer me!”
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA YES!” Vil cried out and then panted as Epel went back to unbuttoning, “What was…what was the point of that question, spudling?”
Epel unbuttoned up to Vil’s lower ribs, revealing the soft stomach underneath. He watched as the muscles tensed and sucked inwards.
“Well there’s somethin’ else we pride ourselves on, but ah haven’t mentioned it to anyone yet…” Epel continued to monologue, now dotting his fingers on Vil’s bare sides. He grunted and giggled in retaliation, the open skin so much more sensitive.
“Ya wanna take a guess as to what it is?” Epel inquired.
Vil’s eyes widened and fixated on the ceiling. He didn’t even know how to respond. His brain was still mush from the tickle session and it didn’t help at all that his vice housewarden was going along with this. The way he held Vil was usually reserved for prey.
That’s what Vil felt like right now…prey.
“I believe Monsieur Pommette wants you to guess~” Rook’s voice brought him out of his little daze. He poked at Vil’s armpit to make him squirm.
“Oh Great Seven…” Vil rolled his eyes, “Perhaps it’s…another fruit?”
“Mmhmmm~"
“A berry?”
“Atta boy, yer gettin’ there!”
“Tch. Blueberries…raspberries?”
There it is.
He plunged his face into Vil’s stomach and blew, holding his sides to steady him. He couldn’t see the housewarden’s face, but given how intense his reaction was, he could just picture it. The poor model was exploding.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Y-YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU P-PLAHAHAHAHAHAHANNED THIHIHIHHIS!” he screamed in ticklish agony, thrashing and shivering now. Rook was even impressed, chuckling softly as Vil lost his mind.
“Ouah~!” he exclaimed, “What a devious little trickster you are~!”
Raspberries of all sizes were littered onto Vil’s belly. Squeezes and pinches were delivered to his sides, and all he could do was lay there and take it. Only when he started pleading and tipping into silent laughter did Rook finally tell Epel that he’s had enough. The smaller boy complied, lifting his head and opting to rub soothing circles into the spots he just tortured. Vil gasped sharply and took in greedy breaths for air, giggles still slipping past his mouth as the phantom tickles started to move in. His entire torso tingled. He hadn’t even noticed Rook let go of his wrists until he hugged himself.
“Shhhhh…~” Rook shushed gently, running his fingers through Vil’s silky hair, “Shhh, it’s all over now, fair Vil. It’s over~”
“What is he, eight years old?” Epel got off of him, “Does gettin’ tickled do that much to ‘im?”
“You’d be surprised,” Rook chuckled, “Getting tickled takes quite a lot out of you~”
“That’s common knowledge,” Vil added since he was able to talk again, “Have you never been tickled before?”
“Sure ah have,” Epel replied, “When ah was in grade school.”
“Not since grade school?” Rook’s eyes widened, “It’s been that long, Monsieur? You’re beyond overdue!”
“Ah am not!” Epel shot back, now growing panicky since Rook gave him the same look he gave Vil while tickling him. It was mischievous and predatory. Epel scrambled off the bed.
“Oh, what’s this~?” Vil sat up now, his lips curling into a smirk, “Afraid to take what you dish out~?”
The two fixed their gazes on Epel. Vil gave Rook his first real order of the evening.
Hahahahaha what no I'm totally not thinking about being tickled by Gambit because I've been watching X-Men '97 what why would you even say that hahahaha....
Why would I be thinking about that he's probably really bad at tickling anyway like so so bad no way I'd never let him tickle me hahaha....
Summary; Avoiding the Iudex during Lantern Rite has consequences.
Wc: 950 below the cut
Attend the slumber party, they said.
It will be fun, they said.
“Join us or I'll create a lot of trouble for you, Mister Zhongli!” Director Hu said.
It was all fine and dandelion wine until he entered his room inside the serenitea pot to learn who he was sharing it with; and it could not possibly have been a worse choice.
“Forgive me, I must have entered the wrong room…” Zhongli muttered, slowly trying to get away.
“I can assure you, no mistakes were made on your behalf.” The Iudex replied, or in this case, the Hydro Sovereign as Zhongli knew him. “The night is still young; Tea?”
Zhongli was going to have a good, long and thorough chat with the traveller when this night was over.
Zhongli reluctantly sat down on the bed, reluctantly accepted the tea and reluctantly took a sip while averting his gaze.
“Rex Lapis…” Neuvillette spoke, causing the other to flinch for a moment.
“Once said it's bad etiquette not to look your guest in the eyes.” Neuvillette smiled when looked at with an annoyed gaze, and chose to reveal a book he bought before coming here. “Hospitality as Rex Lapis wills it; a fascinating title, is it not? Perhaps I should lend it to you, you might learn a thing or two from the wise Lord of Geo.”
“The lord of Geo was very wise indeed…” Zhongli coughed, changing the subject. “As a follower, I must request for us not to mention Rex Lapis’ name in vain however.”
“Is that so?” Neuvillette seemed to have a newfound desire to mock him, oddly pleased. “Though this is not my first visit to Liyue, you may consider it my first chance to lay eyes on the one and only Funeral Consultant of the Wansheng Funeral Parlor.”
Zhongli nodded. “Indeed.”
“Your reputation precedes you.” Neuvillette shifted closer, pouring Zhongli another cup of tea, slow enough to make it feel agonising to him. “I have heard many things about you.”
“Aha… Is that so?”
Neuvillette looked him in the eyes. “Quite so.” He chuckled. “You happen to remind me of an old friend.”
“...Is that so?” Zhongli sipped his tea.
“Truly so.” Neuvillette answered smugly.
“How so?” Zhongli, natural curiosity to any trivia having overtaken him, bit his tongue but knew it was already too late, as the question already left his lips. “Forget I asked. Private matters should be respected.”
“How about a physical demonstration to show your alikeness to my old companion?”
Zhongli looked the other way. “No need.”
Neuvillette shifted closer. “On the contrary.” He said, taking Zhongli’s cup from him by force and revealing it was already empty, that he was only pretending to keep drinking. “I believe there's quite a need.”
“First, I would like another-” Zhongli was quickly overpowered, with the Iudex all too eager to pin him down on the bed as he straddled on top of him. “...cup.”
“Do you have any final words before the demonstration?” Neuvillette asked, setting his hands in motion. Zhongli was quiet, but Neuvillette's familiarity with what made him crack and the silk he was wearing made it impossible to resist for long.
“This is… A childish pursuit.”
“Yet I recognise an indication of a smile, in the corner of your lips.” Neuvillette references, mimicking it with a grin of his own. “That friend of mine would call this a childish pursuit too, yet continue to walk around ever so defenceless, exposed to others around him.”
Neuvillette's hands would jump up and down, and with each landing spider around the sensitive muscles, with his attire doing little to hide them, which the Iudex took advantage of.
“How… Ineloquent…” Zhongli squirmed, gritting his teeth to ensure Neuvillette wouldn’t have the satisfaction. “Surely you… Recognise your efforts are… Futile…”
“Futile, are they?” Neuvillette accepted the challenge, slowing down his approach. Zhongli let out a surprised yelp as laughter bubbled up from deep within. His stoic demeanour momentarily forgotten, Zhongli squirmed and chuckled under Neuvillette's playful attack. Neuvillette, undeterred, continued his tickling assault with a gleeful laugh. “I fail to see the futility in it.”
“Stop this cruehehel tormennhhnnt!” Laughter, genuine and unrestrained, filled the room as Zhongli attempted to evade the ticklish onslaught.
"Neuvillehette, this is hahahighly unbecahahaming," Zhongli managed to say between fits of laughter, his attempts at maintaining dignity failing.
But Neuvillette persisted, enjoying the rare sight of the unshakable Zhongli succumbing to laughter. “These walls will contain your laughter, worry not.”
“That is besides the poinhnnnnt- Iudaha- Iudex Neuvillahahahette!”
As Neuvillette's nimble fingers continued their relentless dance, Zhongli's attempts to maintain composure became increasingly futile. The ticklish onslaught persisted, each giggle and squirm further unravelling the layers of the usually composed Zhongli.
"Neuvillette! This... thihihis is absurd," Zhongli managed to sputter between laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tried to fend off the tickling fingers.
Neuvillette finally relented, allowing Zhongli a moment to catch his breath. "Well, Mister Zhongli, it seems you truly do behave like my old friend." Neuvillette teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he sat back, allowing Zhongli to sit up. “He was as sensitive as you are, coincidentally.”
“You still hold it against me for avoiding you during Lantern Rite, I take it.” Zhongli, slightly dishevelled but with a lingering smile, couldn't help but chuckle. "Very well… I yield. You have an uncanny ability to remember one's weaknesses, Neuvillette."
"As should be expected of me." Neuvillette replied, offering Zhongli a hand to help him up. “I take it we are done playing pretend, then?”
As Zhongli stood, he straightened his attire with a dignified air, though a subtle glimmer of amusement lingered in his eyes. “Indeed.”
They both dropped all facades and called each other by their true names, if only for just this night, during this slumber party.
In one of those moods where I want to be destroyed and left a giggly happy mess.
Like not tortured but laughing too hard where I cant hear the thoughts in my brain. I just want to laugh and be taken down a notch by something so crazy and harmless as tickles.
Those light touches that barely graze skin that drive me up a wall. The planned squeezes that don’t let my brain get used to one sensation. The banter and the futile gripping of wrists that just get flipped on me and then I’m pinned with no where to go.
The teases that light my nerves on fire and cause me to just shut my eyes and shake my head as if I can bat away the words and not hear them. The teases that make me feel so giddy the giggles just multiply and bubble from my throat constantly even if I’m not being actively tickled.
I think I would love to be destroyed like that. I know I can’t can handle it. I know I’ll be a giggly begging mess. But that’s the fun of it all isn’t it.
I wish I was psychic. And yeah, fair, the One Piece art style can get a little mutant-/potato-looking depending on the character and piece.... Speaking of mutants, here's a twofer - one I'm curious about and one I already know you like~! How hot are Nightcrawler and Beast from X-Men?
That's a good way of describing it, lmao
but YESSS KURT MY BOIII
Not My Type | Alright | Cute| Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
Lissen. I've had a crush on this devil since X-Men Evolution. LOVE his design, he's pretty af and has such a gremlin personality with a heart of gold.
Wolverine and the X-Men was a pretty decent series, but I fully admit I mainly only watched it for Kurt. The way they showed off his powers and acrobatics is so smooth.
And his voice actor did a great job, lord mercy
AND OF COURSE I GOTTA MENTION THE FACT THAT HE IS A CANON TICKLE MONSTER
Now if we could just have one fucking decent interpretation of him in a movie that isn't ugly as sin or written terribly, I'd be even happier. Yall have no idea how salty I am that the movie named Nightcrawler isn't about Kurt.
there is something so special about tickling when dealing with self esteem. this topic is very close to my heart so so i hope it reaches the right people, and you all are welcome to reblog and share your thoughts on this topic🦋
i must add this is me speaking as a lee but i’m sure lers also have tons of self esteem related experiences with tickling and you’re welcome to share!
so here are some things that being tickled reassures in me!
• your body is worth touching
• i care about your well being and won’t ever hurt you
• i will force you to feel loved
• i won’t let you hide your happiness
• you can act and look silly around me and i will still appreciate you
• you deserve personal attention
• you don’t have to be in control all the time
• your feelings are beautiful
• i will say kind words to you even if you find them hard to hear (refers to teasing)
• you’re allowed to be vulnerable and it’s adoring when you are
i think these are the reasons i love tickling so much. i mean yeah, it’s a nice sensation, but above all else it makes me feel worthy🦋
