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Hello! Someone asked for a fic of lee Mark Twain of Bungo Stray Dogs! But I tried to answer the quest and it just disappeared (??) but your fic is here, hope u find it!
I have to admit that I didn't remember who Mark was when I saw the quest, but now that I remember, wow- that man is handsome- hope u like! 💛💛
You like me
Lee: Mark Twain
Ler: Reader
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Ships: Mark x reader
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 sat down in a chair, being an important employee of the Guild was not easy, you sighed
"Are you tired? But you haven't done anything all day" Mark Twain said beside you
Oh, right, had you forgotten for a moment that you had to sit all day with Twain, in a place in the Mobby Dick that was used for when a target needed to be shot, like a shooting cabin? You weren't sure
And of course Mark Twain was there, you were tired of seeing him brag about his aiming skills, and his aim was incredible, Mark could conjure two well-known figures like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer that gave him the ability to hit any target
“I'm not tired, but I will be after spending all day sitting here with you” You roll your eyes, looking at the landscape you could see through the cabin window
“I don't know why you wouldn't like my company, you're lucky to have to spend all day with me, hehe” Mark got into a more comfortable position, putting his hands behind his head
“You think you're the best, huh?” you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile
“You like me”
“Of course not”
“I know you do”
Mark was right, you liked him, even though the boy was quite annoying sometimes, you found him funny, and you certainly couldn't deny that he was... handsome
You blush a little “I hate you”
“You don't hate me~”
“Argh!” You got irritated “that’s enough”
You took advantage of Mark’s vulnerable pose and attacked him, tickling his unprotected ribs
“AHH! NOHOHOHOHO!” The boy exclaimed, lowering his arms
“You’re so annoying, Twain” you smiled when you saw his despair “if you apologize maybe~ I’ll let you go”
“PLEHEHEHEAHASE” the boy shook his head, starting to blush
You had tickled Twain before and you knew he wouldn’t be able to last even 5 minutes without starting to cry
“Apologize~”
“I’M SOHOHOHO SOHOHOHORRYHAHAHA”
You laughed, letting him go, Mark took a deep breath and hugged himself, trying to relieve the phantom sensations that the tickling left
He didn’t dare look directly at you and blushed even more
“You stay quiet when I tickle you~ I should do this more often”
He started to laugh “shut up”
“You like to tease me but I can’t tease you back?”
Mark looked straight at you and moved his chair closer, looking directly into your eyes and smiling
Can I please have Cesar tickle Mark? If yes, then thanks a lot. I fucking miss those two, especially Mark...
Books And Boredom
Summary: Cesar is bored. What better way to entertain yourself than to bother your friend?
Pairings: None
A/N: here you go my friend! I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy. :)
Word Count: 457
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“Mark, I’m bored.. pay attention to meee!” Cesar groaned with theatrical boredom, thoroughly irritating his friend who was trying to read.
“Okay? What do you want me to do about it?” Mark asked in an exasperated tone.
“You’re not a toddler, you can entertain yourself.”
With that, he focused his attention back on the text filled pages.
Cesar let out an obnoxious sigh before an idea hit him, making him grin mischievously.
He quickly sat up and snatched the book from Marks hands.
“Cesar, what the-” but before he could finish his sentence, Cesar tossed the book aside and jumped on Mark, pinning him to the couch and promptly scribbling his fingers all over his friends sides.
“Hehey! Stop thahahahat!!" he laughed and pushed at Cesar's hands, only fueling the shorter boy’s enthusiasm.
“Ha! This is what you get for ignoring me!” Cesar moved his hands towards Mark’s stomach, earning a loud guffaw.
“DUHUHUDE, I WAS REHEHEADING!” He yelled through his laughter as though his defense was reasonable in Cesar’s mischievous eyes when in reality, it was far from it.
“Oh I see.” Cesar briefly stopped, feigning hurt. “So books are more important than our friendship? Is that what you’re saying, Mark?”
Mark rolled his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.
“Man, you’re so dramatic.”
Cesar gasped and placed a hand over his heart.
“Dramatic?! Well, excuse me for valuing our friendship more than stupid books!”
As if it was a punishment, he dug his fingers into Mark’s ribs, knowing it was a hot spot for tickles.
Mark shrieked and grabbed at the offending hands in a futile attempt at defending himself.
“SHIHIHIHIT! STOP IT YOU AHAHASS!”
Cesar started laughing along by this point, enjoying the playful activity way more than sitting on the couch trapped in boredom.
“Why would I stop? I’m having too much fun!” He grinned, fingers picking up the pace.
Mark was too lost in laughter to come up with a response. The sensation wasn’t all bad, but it was hardly bearable and he needed to do something.
Seeing that Cesar was somewhat distracted in his own amused laughter, Mark shot a hand towards the shorter boy’s stomach, earning a surprised yelp.
Cesar toppled over and curled up, defensively wrapping his arms around his stomach and looking at Mark as if it was some grand betrayal.
“That’s so not fair! I wasn’t paying attention!”
Mark smirked at the childish complaint.
“Don’t dish out what you can’t handle, my friend.”
Having seemingly recovered from the tickle attack, Mark picked up his book again and sat back down.
Before he continued his reading, he looked down at his best friend and spoke.
“For the record, I am so getting you back for that.”
knocks on ur blog. hear me out, ler wilbur lee lovejoy. man's is simply in a ler mood, being silly and playing up a big scary tkl monster persona, chasing his friends around - 🦐
YES
they'd be hanging out together peacefully and then wilbur walks in through the door with a wide mischievous grin and raises his hands into a claw
the rest of the band members freeze upon seeing him, they know what's about to happen and immediately get up and RUN
wilbur is an absolute menace of a tickle monster and i'm all in for it!
sometimes they would end up playing a game of chase or hide and seek, and every time wilbur would hide behind a wall or a door and wait for someone to go through, it gets them nervous and all giggly, hoping the tickle monster wasn't waiting for them on the other side
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Ler cesar that's it for a game of hide and seek and lee mark who poorly calculates his hiding spot and gets stuck leaving him defenseless against Cesar's attacks >:)
Ethan and Mark Experience Torture Methods (Feat. Jacksepticeye)
Ethan experiences getting tickle tortured by jack while Mark gets Chinese water tortured (But then gets tickle tortured because he's impatient)
I wrote this fanfic for @pebblee-penguin and @anxious-cherryblossom! I hope you enjoy my take on the Unus Annus video that never came to be!
Unus! Annus! UnUS! ANNUSSsss...
Mark and Ethan started off on screen. “Waterboarding. A torture method that goes as far as the 1800’s, and was used by many countries in World War 2.” Mark explained. “The simple torture method that involved a cloth and water...that caused mental pain to victims, yet rarely injured or killed.” Mark explained. “Thousands of people have been waterboarded before. But what is it really like?” He asked rhetorically.
“How do you feel about it, Mark?” Ethan asked.
“Huh?” Mark muttered, turning to Ethan.
“How do you feel about being waterboarded?” Ethan asked again.
“...I’m not doing it.” Mark replied.
A record scratch sound effect went off in the background. “Wha- Oh yeah!” Ethan started laughing. “Then why did we start it out like this?” Ethan asked.
“For-for the anticipation! There’s only so much adrenaline you can experience before you die. I wanted to get the people...ya know...hyped up!” Mark explained.
“...Only for them to be surprised over nothing.” Mark added as he started laughing.
“Alright! So because waterboarding is actually really dangerous and could kill people either immediately or hours after experiencing it…” Ethan explained.
“We’re gonna go for something that’s a lot less severe: Chinese water torture.” Mark told them.
“What’s that, Mark?” Ethan asked in a scripted voice.
“It’s basically getting tied to a table, and getting a constant drop of water onto your head...for hours.” Mark said to the camera.
“So...we have a table for the waterbo-Chinese water drips on the right-” Ethan hit the table, “Right here.” Ethan explained. “And a towel underneath for that.” Ethan added as he pointed to the towel. “And, we have a padded table on the left, with comfy handcuffs. Please don’t ask where we got these…” Ethan warned as he started giggling. “We also have ankle cuffs and a high table filled with…” Ethan turned to Mark. “...Eeempty. Is there supposed to be something on here?” He asked.
Mark looked at the camera and smirked. “Yup.”
“Where is it?” Ethan asked.
Mark continued to look at the camera. “You’ll find out soon enough…” he said before looking away again. “Alright. Let’s get you in.” Mark told him as Ethan laid down onto the table.
“Wait, do I need to get the thing?” Ethan asked, motioning to the empty high table.
“Nope. We’ll get it soon.” Mark replied as he tightened the wrist straps. “This good?”
Ethan nodded. “Why am I stretched out like a star?” Ethan asked.
“Because it’s how people do it.” Mark replied.
“Huh...Wait, people do this?! They willingly get tied up and tickled?” Ethan asked.
“Yup.” Mark replied confidently. “It’s how I found the idea.”
Ethan looked at Amy, who was holding the camera in a worried/confused expression. “So, there are people who openly admit they like being tickled?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, there are. And they openly agree to be tied down, tickled and recorded.” Mark explained.
“How do you know they want it?” Ethan asked.
“Some of them say it in the thumbnail. Others don’t, but we can just assume they want to be this vulnerable.” Mark replied.
“Is it a fetish?” Ethan asked.
Mark stared at him, and blinked a few times. “...It can be, yeah. But there are people who innocently enjoy it too.” Mark explained.
“Oh.” Ethan reacted.
“Why? Do you have a tickle fetish?” Mark asked.
“No! Oh my god no.” Ethan replied, visibly disgusted.
“Do you enjoy being tickled?” Mark asked.
“I mean...I don’t hate it...It depends on the person.” Ethan replied.
“Yeah, same here.” Mark replied.
“Like, if it was you tickling me, I don’t mind. You’ve already tickled me on multiple occasions, actually.” Ethan added with a giggle.
“The painting our bodies video...We had to skip out on your armpits for that one.” Mark admitted.
“First of all, I said we could! YOU, were the one who got uncomfortable and cowered away.” Ethan argued. “And second of all, I was talking about the massage video; the one where we facetimed your Mom.” Ethan added.
“Ohoho yeah...I remember. You were double chinning and full on kicking your feet- you were a mess that day.” Mark admitted.
“Ihihit tickled! It’s like your neck! Your chin is a weakness, and the back of my neck is a weakness too!” Ethan reacted.
“You would not relax for the life of you! Even as we yelled for you to relax!” Mark added.
“I know. I’m super ticklish back there.” Ethan told him.
“I know.” Mark snuck his fingers on the back of his neck. “I can tell.”
Ethan giggled and squealed, wiggling his neck away. “Noooohohoho! Ahahare wehehe stahahartihihing?” Ethan asked.
“No. Just warming you up a little.” Mark admitted.
“Should we bring Jack in?” Amy asked behind the camera.
Mark looked up. “Yeah. Did he arrive yet?” Mark replied.
“Jack?” Ethan asked.
“Yup. He just arrived.” Amy replied to both of them.
“Is Jack here?” Ethan asked. Amy nodded back.
Suddenly, Jack’s voice could be heard praising Chica and giving her attention. “Hi Jack!” Mark greeted.
“Hi Mark!” Jack greeted back. “Is Ethan ready?” He asked.
“Yup! He’s all tied up.” Mark replied.
“Perfect. Can’t wait.” Jack said back. “Is this the tray of tools out here?” Jack asked.
“Yup! On the counter.” Mark replied.
Jack walked into the room eagerly with a tray of...a weird collection of tools. Jack placed them onto the side table beside Ethan and let Ethan look at all the tools in horror. “I love the tool variety! You even got 2 different types of toothbrushes!” Jack added. “Manual, and electric!” He said, showing them both off to Ethan and Mark.
“WHAT?! MARK, WHY?!” Ethan yelled at him. Mark and Jack both started laughing at his reaction. “NOOOooo! Is that a paintbrush too?! Remove that. Right now. Get rid of the feathers too. That’s not allowed. And- oh no not those cat toy fishing hooks...” Ethan reacted in horror.
“Now, I left one thing off the tray, specifically to get Ethan even more nervous.” Mark pulled out a medium-sized bottle and handed it to Jack.
“Baby oil?!” Jack reacted, laughing.
“Yup. I did some research and apparently, baby oil is supposed to enhance the ticklish feeling.” Mark explained. “People seem to use this on the feet most often, but I don’t think Ethan’s feet are ticklish. So, you can use it wherever.” Mark replied.
Jack started to giggle evilly with the pink bottle in his hand. “Ohohoho boy. I’m lathering this stuff everywhere.” Jack told him.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T! I’M PLENTY TICKLISH ALREADY! I DON’T NEED THAT-” Jack ignored Ethan’s cries and grabbed the paintbrush from the tray. “NO! NOOOO! I’m getting wax video flashbacks.” Ethan whined.
Jack bursted out laughing. “Oh! Oh! I should fill your belly button with baby oil like I did with the wax.” Jack said out loud, giggling evilly with a huge smile on his face.
“Jack, please no! JAAaaack...” Ethans protests quickly turned into whines and whimpers as he watched Jack pour baby oil right into his belly button.
“Ooooookay!” Jack lifted the bottle up. “Perfect!” He reacted. “Look at that! Filled his little belly button.” Jack declared. Ethan was already giggling and whining a little in anticipation. “Getting nervous yet?” Jack asked.
“Ihihi gohot nervous the moment yohou walked in hehehere with thehe trahahay.” Ethan admitted.
While Jack was getting Ethan oiled up, Mark had laid himself down on the other table. “Alright. Jack, can you get me tied up here?” Mark asked.
“Yup!” Jack twisted the baby oil cap back on and placed it onto the tray before coming over to help Mark.
“Just need to be tied up.” Mark told him.
“Do you want your belly button filled with oil too?” Jack asked as he started tying Mark’s wrists to the table.
“No thanks. I’m fine.” Mark replied. “My belly button isn’t ticklish anyway. It would just get messy.” Mark told him.
“Ok.” Jack tied the waist rope onto Mark’s waist. “There.” Lastly, Jack tied his ankles to the table. “You good?” Jack asked.
Mark tried shaking and wiggling, and only moved an inch or so. “Yup.” he replied.
“Perfect. And now, the water.” Jack tied a reusable water bottle with a tiny spout, onto a rope that was hanging down from the ceiling. “There!” Jack watched the first drip of water very slowly develop, to fall onto his forehead. “Start the timer, timer man.” Jack ordered.
Amy showed the timer in front of the camera and clicked the start button before moving it off screen.
“Woman. Timer woman.” Jack corrected with a giggle.
Mark anxiously waited for the building drip of water to build up enough, so it could fall off the spout and land onto his forehead. Another minute later, and the drip of water finally fell and splashed onto his forehead. The drip fell down the right side of his forehead onto the towel pillow.
“Drip number 1.” Mark told him.
“Oh no, oh no-” Jack’s paint brush touched down onto the belly button. “JahahahaHAHAHACK! AHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaha!” Ethan yelled, laughing almost immediately.
Jack was dipping his paintbrush into the oil and lathering the oil onto his entire belly. Ethan would giggle and move his belly around when the oil was being lathered, but would squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back in strong laughter when the paintbrush would simply dip a few times into his belly button. Mark was right: the baby oil enhanced EVERYTHING! His belly button was DRENCHED in it, and his belly was slowly getting covered.
“I need more baby oil.” Jack muttered to himself as he reached for it.
“Noooo you don’t! My belly’s already ticklish! Why are you adding more?” Ethan whined.
“Because I wanna! And you,” Jack poked his navel with his finger, “Can’t stop me.” Jack wiggled his finger in his belly button with a mischievous little giggle.
“HAHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHACK NOHOHOHOHO! GEHET OHOUT- GEHEHEHET OHOHOUT OHOF THEHEHERE!” Ethan shouted, wiggling his belly around as much as he could to get his finger out.
Jack followed what he said, but put some more baby oil onto his belly. “There we go. And nooow: a painty-painty-painty-paint! Aaaand a brushy-brushy-brushy-brush.” Jack teased surprisingly well as he spread the baby oil all over his abdomen and belly region.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIT TICKLES SOHOHOHO MUHUCH! HAHAHAHEHEHE!” Ethan laughed and giggled.
“Really? I had no clue! I thought you were just laughing for no reason, to be honest.” Jack joked.
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Ethan yelled.
“You guys wanna know something?” Mark asked.
“Sure.” Jack replied, still tickling Ethan.
“Ethan’s laugh is getting on my nerves more than the dripping itself.” Mark admitted.
“Mark!” Amy yelled from behind the camera.
“Wow! That’s really rude.” Jack warned. “How would you feel if Ethan proclaimed that your laugh was annoying him?” Jack asked.
Mark looked over with his jaw slightly dropped. “I wouldn’t give a shit!” Mark reacted.
Jack stopped tickling Ethan and put the oily paintbrush down. “Alright. How are you doing, Mark?” Jack asked.
Mark grabbed the water bottle and yeeted it across the room. “Mark-” Amy reacted.
“The dripping isn't doing anything. I need tickle torture.” Mark told him.
Ethan and Jack looked at each other in surprise. “I...Really?” Jack asked.
“Are you even ticklish though?” Ethan asked. Mark kept staring at him expressionless till Ethan looked up at Amy. “Is Mark ticklish?” Ethan asked.
“Yup. He’s quite ticklish. He’s not ticklish like you, Ethan, but he is ticklish.” Amy replied, confirming his point.
Jack looked at Amy with a smile while he untied Ethan. “Where?”
Amy pointed at Ethan. “Just follow his lead when he’s out.” Amy told him.
Ethan smiled as he got off the table. He quickly remembered the one spot he hated: his chin. Ethan’s face slowly grew into a smirk as he lifted his chin with his left hand, and skittered his fingers right under the chin with his dominant hand.
“eeEEEEK! ETHAHAN YOHOU JEHEHERK!” Mark yelled at him.
“So...his chin?” Jack asked him.
“Yup! Go for his armpits too.” Ethan suggested. Jack smirked and quickly skittered his fingers in his armpits.
ETHAN- IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!” Mark yelled before throwing his head back to let his laughter out.
Jack shook his head with a laugh. “I love how you’re pissed at Ethan, and not even considering the person who’s actually tickling you.” Jack admitted.
“YOHOHOU CAHAHAME HEHEHERE SOHO YOHOHOHOU COHOULD DOHOHOHO THIHIHIS!” Mark yelled back at him.
“Awww! How thoughtful of you to consider me!” Jack admitted before removing his fingers from the armpits. “And now, my favorite part: the baby oil!” Jack declared as he grabbed the bottle and the paintbrush. “Time to lube you up, my dude!”
Mark’s eyes widened as he looked at the baby oil. He was quickly starting to regret bringing that out. “Now hohohold ohon: Hohohow ahabout nohohoho?” Mark asked.
Jack tapped the brush handle on his own chin. “Hmmmm...How about yes?” Jack considered out loud before dipping some baby oil into a bowl. “There! Now it’s JUST like the wax video! Except this time, it’s Mark getting tickled!” Jack declared. “And his armpits are gonna be EXTRA ticklish!” Jack added as he brought the oiled-up brush to his open armpits.
“Nohoho! NOHO! JACK! BEGONE! DOHON’T YOU FUHUCKING DAHAHARE! NAH-” Mark wheezed and shook his head as the baby oil was lathered all over his right armpit. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *quick breath* NOHOHOHOJAHAHAHAHACK!” Mark begged.
“No what, Mark? No tickling? Or no armpit tickles?” Jack asked. “Cause even if you meant one of those things:” Jack leaned closer into Mark’s mic. “I don’t care.” Jack replied.
Ethan decided to grab a big paintbrush that was on the tray. Oh boy! Now he could see why Mark was excited about this! “Alright! I’ll get the left armpit!” Ethan called out, tiptoeing happily in a Grinch-like fashion, to the left side of Mark.
“Here; let’s share the bowl.” Jack suggested as he put the styrofoam bowl onto the end of the table. Ethan took some of the baby oil from the dipping bowl and spread it onto his other armpit.
“NONONONONOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA! MEHEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Mark yelled at them both.
“Aww, is Marky too ticklish in his armpits?” Jack teased.
“I think he is.” Ethan added.
“WHYHYHY ARE YOHOU EHEHEVEHEHEN HEHEHELPIHIHING?!” Mark asked Ethan.
“Cause I wanna! And cause Jack untied me so I could!” Ethan replied.
“Yeah! Don’t be questioning our choices, Mr. Victim.” Jack warned.
Jack dipped the paintbrush deeper into the liquid. “Diiiiiip-” He said. “Aaaand tickle~!” Jack sing-songed as he covered his armpit with more baby oil.
“STAHAHAP IHIHIT! STAHAPITSTOPITSTAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mark begged.
“Is poor Markimoo too ticklish in his widdle pits?” Jack teased. “Now what if I were to take advantage of my small brush here…” Jack pushed his chin back slightly to prevent him from clamping down, “Aaaand a coochy coochy coo! A coochy coochy coochy coochy coochy coochy coo!” Jack teased.
Mark had a huge, toothy grin on his face as he shook his head to get Jack’s hand off his chin. This was truly vulnerability at its finest. And Mark...didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Uuuuh...I thought the point of me coming over was to purposefully tickle you?” Jack reminded him. “Plus, you literally told me ‘I need tickle torture’. Those were your exact words.” Jack reminded him.
A quick flashback played, showing the very moment.
Mark growled. “IHIHIHI KNOHOHOW, BUHUHUHUT- JAHAHACK STAHAHAP LEHEHET MEHE TAHAHALK!” Mark shouted back.
Jack nodded back and retreated the paintbrush. Ethan retreated his paintbrush as well.
“Ihi’m tired. And Ethan’s not supposed to be tickling me. You’re supposed to be tickling Ethan and myself as well.” Mark explained.
Jack looked at the camera. “Now am I supposed to tickle two people at once?!” Jack asked.
“I can do it.” Amy replied. Jack turned to her. “I can do it. I just need to set up a tripod for the camera.” Amy told him.
A quick static TV transition happened and next thing we know, the four of them are ready with a timer in the corner of the screen. The camera is set up to view both men strapped down, Ethan and Mark are now both shirtless, and the wired mics are strapped around both boys' necks. The bottle rope above is no longer hanging down, and the high table with the tools has moved to the middle between the two beds. Amy is standing above Mark with a makeup brush in her hand while Jack is standing above Ethan with a fluffed Q-Tip in his hand.
Jack looked at Amy and started counting. “3...2...1...”
“GO!” Amy and Jack both shouted!
The timer had started and Amy had already started pushing Mark’s neck back lightly. Jack shoved the Q-Tip into Ethan’s belly button almost immediately, emitting a loud burst of giggles. Amy fluttered the makeup brush all over Mark’s neck and chin, causing a huge toothy grin, yet no laughter.
While Amy kept the fluttering going, Jack kept on switching tickle tactics constantly to determine the best reactions. Jack went from swirling the Q-Tip around in his belly button, to spinning the Q-Tip back and forth in between his palms.
“JAHAHAHACK! DOHOHOHON’T SPIHIHIN IHIT LIKE THAHAHAHAHAT!” Ethan shouted to him.
“Why? Is it working?” Jack asked innocently.
Ethan nodded and wiggled around as he threw his head back and laughed.
“Just because you can still move a little, doesn’t mean you should.” Jack warned with a giggle.
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, wheezed and shook his head. “SHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!” Ethan yelled back.
Meanwhile, Mark was getting super close to breaking. He was tittering a little through his teeth, and squeezing his fists, so he did not break without a fight.
“Don’t make me go for your armpits.” Amy warned. “I will go for the armpits if you keep this up.” Amy mentioned.
Jack looked up. “There’s a bottle of baby oil over there. Would that maybe help?” Jack asked.
Amy looked up to Jack and looked at the baby oil. “Not a bad idea...But I feel like that would be cheating because it’s enhancing the tickling. It’s making it worse than it’s meant to be.” Amy admitted.
Jack laughed a little. “Well, I already used it multiple times. So, I think it’s allowed at this point.” Jack replied.
Amy with some hesitance, dipped the makeup brush into the styrofoam bowl of baby oil and spread it onto his neck and chin. Surprised by just how much the tickling was enhanced, Mark finally bursted! “PPFFFFTTT- HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHANDS OHOHOFF!” Mark laughed, shaking his head and struggling to get the brush away from him while tied.
“What do you mean, ‘hands off’? I’m barely using my hands on you!” Amy reacted.
“Yeah! Who needs hands when you can use tools?” Jack added, looking at the camera.
Suddenly, Jack put away the Q-Tip and grabbed the toothbrush while he watched Ethan’s eyes just about widen to the size of dinner plates.
Jack turned it on. “NO! JACK! PLEASE, NO!” Ethan begged.
Jack’s hand with toothbrush got closer and closer to the belly button while the video zoomed closer and closer as well.
“NO! NOOOO! AAAAAAAAAHHH-”
The video cut to black, before the timer showed up, ticking and counting down...
I can guarantee that when they were young, Celine would tickle Mark half to death at any given opportunity. He would get salty and embarrassed but she would always think it was the cutest thing-
Probably has tickly fantasies about the viewer in the time between heist and date because he has such a big crush on them. Please indulge him. Please.
Is obsessed with self-care and beauty products, and adores getting massages and spa days. Even if he ends up a blushing, giggly mess every single time.
Evil anti-hero? More like touch-starved bby.
TW for past injuries!!
All of his scars and marks over the years made him terrified of any form of intimacy for the longest, but eventually if he’s with someone for long enough it melts away and he turns into a teddy bear.
His S/O has probably tried to do the cheesy romance trope where they plant little kisses along all of his scars, but once they reached his ribs he literally wouldn’t be able to handle it ASDFGHJAJAHDJAH-
TW end!
Is the type of lee to egg people on and act cocky to get tickles. Though the moment any ler comes near him he drops the act entirely.
The more gentle the tickles the worse it is for him. Especially with feathers and softer brushes. If you trace with one or two fingers he will be helpless.
I get the vibe that his ribs would probably be his worst/best spot, especially the lower ribs.
Melty spots would be the tops of his shoulders/ the crook of his neck, all the way up to his chin uwu
