Can I ask for anything with dad Tim/Masky and reclusive/shy but mischievous kid reader? (platonic ofc!!)
Ty!! :3
Hihihiii :D
This is so cute, thanks for requesting! I'm taking the liberty of assuming Tim isn't the reader's actual dad, but more of an adoptive paternal figure.
Tim
Tim is the type of person who does not let himself get attached to anyone, because he knows he'll inevitably lose that person one way or another. But when somebody does manage to worm their way into his heart, they have his utter devotion and love, and he holds them dear.
You were no exception to this ruleâin fact, you may have even amplified it. Tim sees you as innocent, something precious to be protected and cherished, someone to live for. He never thought he'd have a relationship of this regard with anyone, but alas, you took him by surprise, and now he genuinely doesn't know what he'd do without you.
He's a very quiet soul, so he noticed your own timid demeanor instantly, and felt the urge to just...interact. He knew how scary this place was, especially for beginners, and wanted to ease your fears/make you more comfortable. That was the beginning of something truly special.
He isn't a huge fan of physical contact, especially nowadays, but it kinda just...comes naturally when he's around you. He'll reciprocate or at least, not move away or say anything, when you initiate touch, and sometimes he'll pat your head without being prompted, or place a hand on your shoulder or back to guide you somewhere. It's always subtle, but full of meaning.
It's because of this that he wasn't fully appalled the first time you gained a sparkle in your eye that wasn't there previously, and sprang onto him like a predator animal when you were both sitting on the couch watching a movie. He had unintentionally made a comment that provoked you, and you thought you should retaliate.
You clawed into his sides, and he attempted to reel away in bafflement, barking out a series of gravelly laughter and making a quick effort to shove you away. You relented, highly entertained by the fact your theory had just been proven true: Tim was, indeed, ticklish.
He seemed shocked, if not a little offended, and you just sat there in amusement, chortling at the revelation. Now, Tim is not usually one for mischief, but something about your characteristic levity brings something out in him, and this situation was no different.
A slow, impish smile slid across his face, and he huffed out a chuckle before reaching out and tugging you back against him so he could rake at your torso uninhibited, enjoying the way you immediately started squirming and snickering uncontrollably.
"Shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it, hm?" he teased lowly, exploring your midriff with a gentle but maddening precision that made it feel like a practiced skill when it was not. He did let up after a minute or so, not wanting to overdo it, and then ruffled your hair affectionately to make sure you were okay.
Tickling isn't exactly a common occurrence between you, but when it happens, you are normally the instigator. He won't fight back very hard to give you the illusion of control, yet will still absolutely ruin you with some very targeted pinches and rapid scratching. The only time he's the first one to attack is when you're sad or upset, and he's trying to distract you or cheer you up, and then, it's a lot lighter, pulling out airy giggles instead of full-blown cacklesânot that he ever gets genuinely rough with you, not wanting to risk hurting you in some way, as you are a lot smaller and more fragile than him.
Masky
Masky is an identity created by Slenderman/the Operator solely to keep control of Tim and do the monster's dirty work. As such, he is an aggressive, volatile, violent individual who would break someone's ribs if they so much as asked him a stupid question. He isn't built to love, nurture, or care, nor did he feel the desire to. He, to be completely honest, assumed it wasn't even possible.
And then you happened. Hanging around Tim all the time, it was inevitable that he would have to put up with you, too. He was, rest assured, not pleased by that. You were a nuisance, a burden, someone he just wanted away from, even as you tried to keep your distance every time you realized Masky was present instead of Tim.
He lost his patience with you often, snapping at you, threatening you, pushing you out of his personal bubble, roughly maneuvering you elsewhere when you were in his way. He did not have time to deal with you. He was already managing over a dozen other idiots who unfortunately lived under the same work, no way did he want to add 'babysit and entertain' to his list of duties. He never actually hurt you, as there was technically no reason to, but that didn't stop him from making it clear how not-happy he was with your presence.
But...something about you gradually melted that fat iceberg around his heart. He wasn't sure what, and he didn't want to acknowledge it, but the thought of violence and outright detestation stopped crossing his mind when he looked at you, and what replaced it was something...warmer. Foreign. Protective, almost.
You, infuriatingly keen, noticed, and started getting friendlier, more touchy. He acted annoyed, but he notably stopped forcing you away as often, and actually kind of ignored whatever you were doing altogether, if you weren't being irritating but rather simply existing in his orbit.
One day, however, you were being a little turdâspeaking too much, touching him too much, buzzing around him like an insect that refused to leave. It was unclear if you intended to grate on his nerves or if you were oblivious and merely felt like causing chaos, but Masky did not care. He just wanted you to shut up and let him eat his lunch in peace.
"Put a cork in it, shithead," he snapped irascibly while you jabbered on incessantly next to his ear, and you paused a moment, processing the comment, before continuing on unfazed, accustomed to his callousness by now. A tight breath exited his nose, and he shot you a glare, but didn't bother saying anything else, for he knew mere words would be ineffective.
If you were anyone else, he would have knocked you off the barstool. Picked up a glass and slammed it into your head. Busted your nose. But whatever consciousness he possessed wouldn't let him do that, so he scrutinized you. What could be done to a pest without actually hurting the pest in question? He wasn't familiar with punishment of a benign sort, but one thing did pop into his mind. Perhaps that would work.
He didn't warn you, he just actedâstanding from his seat, dragging you with him, and pinning you against his brawny self with little gentleness or regard for your startled squeak. Mercilessly, he dug both sets of fingers into your ribs, holding you still as you thrashed to escape the overwhelming sensation. He had never tickled anyone in his life, so this felt weird to him, exercising all the energy he usually spent on brutality by instead using it to produce laughter, to touch someone without the intent of harming them, as well.
He was definitely vicious, trying to teach you a valuable lesson in not being annoying, but he couldn't deny that hearing you shriek and break out into hysterics was a little entertaining. He did let up eventually, watching you collapse and crawl away in giggly desperation before wordlessly returning to his food. At least now, he had a tactic to sufficiently torment you if you got on his nerves again, and he would absolutely execute it given the opportunity.
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A/N: The ending of this is a bit rushed and abrupt, which I apologize for, but Iâve had this thing on the back burner since earlier this year and honestly I was just ready to have it out of my drafts lmao.
Pairing: Ler! Jeff the Killer x Lee! Reader (female)
Fic type: Possible romanceÂ
Roles: Ler! Jeff, Lee! Reader
Warnings: Swearing, threats, forceful pinning
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Poke.
Poke, poke, poke.
Poke. Poke.
The raven-haired male turned his head and met your eyes, his own icy ones glowing with nothing but annoyance. "Y/n."
"Yes?" You fluttered your lashes all innocent-like, prompting him to narrow his gaze.
"Stop it."
You hadn't been forced out to do a mission today, nor had anyone asked for your assistance with anything, so naturally, you took the opportunity to relax. You made yourself a nice meal, flopped down on the couch, and watched the newest Disney movie, since you hadn't yet received a chance to do so and it had been on your bucket list for some time. As luck would have it, not fifteen minutes into the animation, the power went out, and you were left eating your food with nothing but a black screen to keep you company.
Well, that was, until Jeff emerged from the hall and fell down beside you, looking worse for wear. His hoodie was stained with fresh blood and dirt, his hair was disheveled, and it was clear that some poor sucker had given him a hard time. You did inquire about it, but Jeff being Jeff, ignored you, and went about business on his phone. So not only did you now have nothing to keep you entertained, but you were stuck with a certified grump. Sure, technically you could have simply gotten up and left, but you felt far too lazy at the moment to do that. Besides, someone is better than no one, right?
That was when you got the brilliant idea to pester him.
In hindsight, perhaps such a thought wasn't as 'brilliant' as you'd have liked to think, because he would surely snap and cause you some amount of bodily harm if you took it too far. But you couldn't help it; the boredom was too much to bear. If a couple of broken digits is what you had to live with afterward, then by golly, it was worth it.
So, very gingerly, you rose your arm, stuck out your index finger, and made swift contact with his shoulder. Not hard - it had just the right amount of pressure behind it to ensure it would be felt.
And feel it, he did.
After a mere three pokes, you earned a peeved side glare, partially confused as to why you would practice such a childish activity. You gave a sweet grin and withdrew, crossing your arms over your stomach to let him know you were done. And that was what he thought, at first.
It seemed that for the past ten minutes, you were steadily wearing on his nerves, as steam might as well have been rising from his ears. His eyes were cold, hardened, as he waited for you to dare lay a single hand on him again. "Stop what?"
"You know 'what'." His tone was oh-so-friendly. "Don't touch me."
"Okay, okay." You surrendered with lifted hands and readjusted your body so you were facing the useless television once more. Hesitantly, he turned his focus back down to his screen, as if it was over. Yet you knew that you had no intention of stopping, not until he was pushed to the limit. Yes, maybe that was a mean - and, quite frankly, stupid - thing to do, but at least you were provided with a bit of enjoyment now, much as opposed to earlier. When it came to ticking time bombs, Jeff was one of the biggest in the household, and he never failed to give amusing reactions at the smallest of things. You were honestly surprised he hadn't broken yet.
With a gradual pace, you brought your arm back up to your side, extended your finger, and made contact with his arm.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke, poke, pokeâ
Without warning, his hand shot up and wrapped around your wrist as he met your eyes darkly, a sinister kind of gleam hidden within that normally would make you shrink away, but you were relishing this too much to care. The words that left his lips were anything but kind, but what else were you expecting? You play with fire, you get burned. Except, in this case, being burned may have been the most pleasant result. "Fuck. Off."
"Why? Whatcha gonna do?" You grinned cheekily, challenging him. Oh boy. He didn't reply, and despite the way your insides clenched up at his threatening silence, you continued to provoke him. "Are you saying that you, the guy that goes about stabbing people in the middle of the night, are so sensitive that you can't even handle a few harmless jabs?"
His pale cheeks reddened with unrivaled anger.
"I mean, thatâs pretty pathetic, if you ask me."Â
Slamming his phone down on the couch next to him, his gaze promised pain if you kept this up, and you were starting to regret doing this dumb plan even though you knew how it would turn out. Subtly, you slid your hand out of his grasp and scooted toward the opposite side of the couch, hoping that you'd have time to bolt and run if he decided to pull out his knife and impale you. "You get one more chance. Touch me again, and I will kill you."
"Noted," you quickly assured, planting your hands on your lap and staring ahead to avoid his intense glower. "I'm done."
"You better be," he grumbled through clenched teeth, leaning his head against the back of the couch and looking at the ceiling listlessly. It seems you had put him out of his 'scroll random crap on the internet' mood.
Try as you might to bury it, the temptation to continue this inevitable doom of yours was too strong. Yes, he would most definitely back up his promise to commit homicide, and you would be the victim - but seeing his patience dwindle was totally worth it...unless you were murdered for real. In that case, there wasn't much you could do to prevent it, unless you wished to actually leave him be, and you didn't.
The only thing you were lacking was the courage to do it, again - and thankfully, you wouldn't have to, for laying next to you was a small throw pillow, minding its own business. One good lob to the side of the head and Jeff would be at his wit's end for sure.
So, double-checking to confirm he wasn't looking your direction, you leaned to the right, wrapped your fingers around the pillow's soft material, and strategically lined it up with your target. You absolutely could not afford to miss - if you were going to die today, then you needed to get at least one good hit in to show for it.
Hoping that your precision was accurate enough, you sucked in a composing breath, drew your arm back, and fired. For roughly 0.6 seconds, it soared through the air like a catapult until it collided with a certain man's face rather ungracefully, and before you had a chance to blink, his eyes were on you and his voice was brimmed with vexation. "Okay, that is it."
You wasted no time in springing from your position on the couch and made a break for the nearest exit, knowing that you were only delaying the inevitable as his feet stomped hurriedly against the floor. He was catching up, and effortlessly, at that.
Your heart was beating wildly within the confines of your chest, yet it got stuck in your throat when a heavy force pounced from behind, knocking both of you to the carpeted ground with a muffled thump. It was over; you had been caught, and you didn't even make it to the doorway. Now you were really in for it. All you could think about was how you royally screwed up this time, and there was no one around to save you.
A grunt tumbled from your lips as he flipped you over and onto your back, and you held your arms protectively in front of your chest, as if it would even remotely do anything to help your situation. He adjusted himself until he was firmly straddling your waist, his weight ensuring you wouldn't have the opportunity to jump up and run for the hills if you took the notion. His eyes were dark, glaring down into the very depths of your soul as he wrapped his hands around your wrists and planted them on either side of your head, keeping his hold tight.Â
He was much stronger than you so what little of a fight you could put up didn't deter him. Your mind was swarming with panicked questions, asking yourself over and over what he was actually about to do to you. Break an arm? Bruise an eye? Blow in your face non-stop until you cried 'uncle' and he finally cut you some slack? There was no way of telling, thanks to how unpredictable Jeff was. And it was driving you crazy.
"Any last words?" he growled, face hovering dangerously close to yours and hot breath fanning your nose. It didn't take a genius to see he was furious.
"Uhh..." The words left your mouth as an unsteady whisper, racking your brain desperately for any means of escape. But alas, it seemed you had pissed off fate one too many times that day, and it wasn't interested in helping you any more. How unfortunate. "IâI'm...sorry?"
"Oh yeah? You will be."
"B-butâ Waitâ" You cut yourself off, pulling out the last resort: begging. It wasn't likely that it would work, but it was worth a try, right? "Wh-what if I never mess with you again?"
"As if I'd believe that."
"IâI swear!" Your pitch became higher, and the sheer desperation leaked through like unrefrigerated Jell-O. "Let me go and I won't ever do it again for as long as I live. Swear on my life."
"What a half-assed promise," he chuckled, narrowing his gaze and shifting his position. "Your life is already on the line, airhead."
"That's notâ" Your sentenced spiraled into a poorly-retained squeak when the edge of his knee nudged itself into the bottom of your ribcage, igniting a ticklish spark and sending it through each nearby nerve. The random noise you'd made, paired with the way your body involuntarily jolted, prompted him to cock an eyebrow.
"Damn, you have a weird sense of humor."
"N-no, that isn't..." Warmth was making your cheeks glow as you abruptly glanced away, your demeanor turning sheepish and voice quiet. "Your knee, it...i-it brushed my side..."
"Yeah? So?" He scoffed, wondering why on earth you'd bring up such a dumb observation. You decided not to clarify; if he wasn't going to get it after that, then he never would. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing...
"N-nevermind," you said, shaking your head dismissively. "Doesn't matter."
"Then why mention..." It appeared to click for him at that moment, and an unfamiliar glimmer lit up his irises. "Hold on..."
You weren't excited for what that 'hold on' meant but didn't have more than a second to contemplate it, for his knee once again was digging into that same sensitive area, and this time around, it was intentional. You tried but failed to stifle the small stream of giggles that spilled out, and this new piece of information was what made the corners of Jeff's mouth tilt upward boldly.
"Oh, is that a fact, cupcake?" You stilled, sweat forming on your brow and pace of your heartbeat picking up speed.Â
Crap. He knew. You were doomed.
"Ya know, I was going to shove the water hose down your pants..." you stared up at him warily, "...but I kinda like this option better."
Suddenly, the water hose was sounding much more desirable than what he was cooking up for you. Play dumb. Maybe he'll believe it. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you can connect the dots, sweetheart."Â
Containing the urge to struggle for all your might and scream out for help, you inhaled shakily, refusing to break eye contact with him. Showing stubbornness and bravery was either a terrible idea, or a clever one - probably the former, because, well. It's Jeff. But it was all you could think of, so thatâs what you did. "Dots? There are no dots."
"Oh, but there are."
"Iân-nohoho, wait!"
The messy wave of startled chortles you emitted were a result of his index finger stabbing in between two sections of rib, and then proceeding to wiggle against them at an unrelenting rate. Your freed-up arm collided with the side of your torso in a measly attempt to block off his access, but he wasnât affected. âCanât believe I didnât learn about this sooner.â He almost sounded awe-stricken, as if heâd never even considered the concept that one of his house mates would have such an innocent vulnerability.
His nails wandered down to your abdomen, where he roughly scribbled into it. You inwardly cursed your t-shirt for not protecting you against his wrath and howled with increasing desperation, kicking out in a meek effort to wriggle away. He readjusted his weight before you managed to knock him off of you entirely, releasing a huff of amused laughter.Â
âDamn. You are really ticklish.â
âShuhuhut up!â Your face was contorted as noises of mirth exited your mouth, and you attempted to shove him away with the only arm you had accessible. He cocked an eyebrow and bumped it to the side before continuing his assault, this time shifting to focus on the side of your stomach. Your guffaws grew louder as a result and you shook your head frantically. âNohoho! Jeff!â
âWhat? Bad spot?â he teased, crawling beneath the bottom hem of your shirt and burying his thumb into your skin. The shriek he was rewarded encouraged him to keep going. âTold you youâd regret being a little brat, girlie.â
âJeff...!â It surfaced as a whine as you squirmed helplessly under his body. âPlehease!â
âPlease what? Keep going? Now that, I can do.â
âNohoHOHO!â The word tapered into a graceless screech as he scratched at your flesh with his nails, and you could do nothing but fall limp and cackle like a delirious hyena and fruitlessly claw at his hands. âJeheheff!â
âThatâs my name, donât wear it out.â
âWho the hell is dying in here?â A familiar voice broke through your chaotic noises and Jeff momentarily paused his actions to look up at whoever had just appeared in the doorway. You didnât need to physically see him to know who he was: Tim. âI can hear you four rooms down.â
âHeya, Timothy.â While you focused on gasping for air and weakly attempting to push your offender away, Jeff stayed planted in his spot and wasnât even fazed. âJust teaching Y/n here a very valuable lesson about keeping our hands to ourselves.â
Tim was silent, likely analyzing the situation as it looked, which was not good. You decided to tilt your head upward and try to catch a glimpse of him. âYou realize itâs unprofessional to do things like this outside of a bedroom?â
You squeaked in alarm, the apples of your cheeks ablaze at the absurd implication. âTim, no! Thatâthat isnât whatâs happening...â
"Uh-huh. Yeah, heâs just tickling you within an inch of your life because he doesnât want to touch you.â
You felt Jeff stiffen before he scoffed in ridicule, his next words holding fire. âIâm doing it cause sheâs an annoying turd.â
âKeeeep telling yourself that, buddy.â
Timâs footsteps reverberated through the floor as he walked away and you studied Jeffâs face. You couldâve sworn you saw a hint of red rising beneath his skin. After a moment of glaring at Timâs disappeared form, he glanced back down at you, narrowing his eyes when he noticed your inquisitive stare. âWhatâs your problem?â
âN...nothing.â
âPsh. Well, Iâm going upstairs.â You were almost disappointed as he hopped to his feet, careful not to step on you in the process. âFollow me and I will slap your ass into next week.â
You used your elbows to push yourself up, still tingly, and watched him retreat from the living room, his name barely forcing itself from your tongue. â...Jeff?â
âWhat?â
âI...um.â You played with your fingers and slowly rose to your full height. âSorry for being a nuisance.â
He quirked a brow in response to your shyness as you shuffled on your feet.
âIt wasnât cool of me to keep...bothering you like that.â
Slowly, a faint grin lit up half of his face, and he spun around to walk closer menacingly. âOh really?â
âR... Um.â You stumbled back a step, wringing the bottom hem of your shirt nervously. âY-yeah.â
âIf youâre so âsorryâ, then maybe it shouldnât happen again. Hm?â He was planted directly in front of you now, leaning down until your foreheads were practically meeting.Â
âItâit...wonât.â Your voice was quiet as you glimpsed away meekly, chewing on the inside of your cheek.Â
âAnd if it did, Iâm sure youâre well acquainted with the consequences.â
You blushed harder, willing yourself to look up. âMhm...â
âSo maybe, if you know whatâs good for you...ââyou inhaled sharply when he used a series of fingertips to dig into your stomachââ...you absolutely should not try anything like it again.â
It was difficult to understand if he was challenging you, threatening you, or something else. But a streak of boldness shot through you, and a tiny grin overtook your face. âY-you mean like...â you extended your arm and prodded him in the stomach; he flinched back, â...this?â
An almost predatory growl emitted from the back of his throat and his eyes narrowed into slits. He hunched over so he was whispering in your ear. âIâll give you ten seconds. One, two, three, four...â Your blood turned to ice at his implication. â...Thatâs your cue to start runninâ, girlie.â
You wasted no time in darting out of the room, nerves alight with blissful anticipation. Perhaps he wasnât as mad as you initially assumed him to be...
Hii, can you do AâY for Jeff if youâre still doing the tickle alphabet?
A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?
Honestly, this entirely depends on his relationship with the 'lee in general. People who he's really close to, like Liu, really only get laughed at before he takes his exit. If he's romantically interested in you, he'll be a bit gentler, like rub your back or something until you catch your breath. He won't tickle anyone he doesn't care about to some extent, so blatant cruelty after the fact won't happen.
B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?
Do not try to tie this man up or you will get stabbed. Seriously. He has bad PTSD from being restrained, so he will immediately go into his fight or flight response no matter who's doing it.
C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?
He's pretty athletic, so he has a good chance of winning either way. If he's the one doing the chasing, he'll probably give up after a few minutes of no success and think up a more effective strategy; if he's the one being chased, he'll likely turn the tables because he hates feeling like prey.
D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?
His whole torso, reallyâbut specifically his ribs. Attacking them will make him cackle like a hyena on drugs.
E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?
He doesn't like to admit he enjoys being tickled, and oftentimes he won't even know he's in a 'lee mood until someone gets him, which doesn't happen often. Liu can read him like a book though, so when Jeff starts showing uncharacteristic affection or becomes twice as annoying as he usually is, he knows what to do.
On the flip side, Jeff is a 'ler at heart, and the few people he calls his friends get bullied pretty regularly, if only in small intervals or in passing. Jeff disguises it as him being mean, but secretly he likes just having that sort of physical closeness with people.
F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?
Go big or go home. You are not winning a fight against this guy. He'll pull out all his favorite tactics and have you writhing in no time. If, by chance, you can get the upper hand a couple times, it won't last for long, cause he'll reciprocate with twice the energy and come out the ultimate champion.
G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?
He's a naturally rough guy, so he doesn't really do 'gentle'. His body doesn't, either; you want a reaction out of him, you have to put effort into it, because feather-like touches won't usually affect him. The most it'll elicit is a tiny huff and a flinch.
H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?
He grew up with the perfect practice dummy: Liu, so he absolutely knows how to scope out all your worst spots and take advantage of them. Even though he despises being held down, he will 100% sit on his 'lee and make sure they can't move an inch. He's very strong, so they won't easily be able to escape.
I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?
Lots of cursing, lots of squirming, lots of threats. Still, he wouldn't give in quickly. And when he inevitably got loose, he would come after the perpetrator with a vengeance.
J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?
It makes him feel like a kid again. He didn't have a great childhood by any means, but there were always days when Liu would tickle him to lift his spirits, or he would tackle Liu when he was feeling playful, or one of them would initiate a fight. Those memories reside in his mind fondly.
K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?
He does this scribble thing with his nails that makes his 'lee lose their shit. That and he'll pinpoint their worst area and focus entirely on that until the person is wheezing.
L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?
He has kind of a raspy voice, so his laughter is no different. He'll snort a lot, and if you can locate the correct spot and use the right method, you'll have him giving full-blown belly laughs, and it's so joyful to hear someone as guarded as Jeff let himself go to such a large degree.
M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?
He will actually break your hand if you attempt to tickle him early in the day. The only thing keeping him sane right now is an energy drink, don't you dare mess with him. He's a grumpy boy.
N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?Â
It depends on how well his day went. If he's in a decent mood, he might be willing to participate in such an activity. If he's super tired or just really cranky, don't test him, because he could either unleash his wrath on you or snap your neck.
O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?
No. All interactions like this are done in person with him. It would feel weird to do it another way.
P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?
This is very dependent on the 'lee and who's around to witness the attack. Would he ever plan an ambush with someone? No. Would he let someone spontaneously jump in to double the intensity of the 'lee's experience? Maybe. He'd be more willing to accept some people than others. Jonathan? No, never. Kagekao? He doesn't necessarily like him, but he knows he lives for chaos, so it's possible.
Q: Question | Their response to the question âare you ticklishâ?
Narrowed eyes, a defensive scoff. "Of course not. What are you, stupid?"
R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?
'Ler. He likes being in control.
S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?
Literally just admit that he's superior and he'll probably let you go. He needs that ego boost.
T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
Playful insulting, crude words that hold no meaning. "Wow, you sound like a dying chimp right now," "Uncontrollable laughter looks pretty pathetic on you," "Are you really crying? What a baby."
U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?
Squeeze his knees and he will go berserk. It's common for his brother to use this to catch him off-guard randomly.
V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?
Liu, mainly because they're so close and he knows exactly how to make him unravel.
W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?
He does not have a single problem with it, but he knows Liu does, so he uses that as ammo against him occasionally.
X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?
Sans. Dude's got supernatural powers and Jeff wouldn't stand a chance. I don't think Sans can even be tickled anyway, since he's a literal skeleton, so Jeff would be trying so hard only to keep losing. Papyrus might be a good fit too.
Y: YOU | Any personal self or reader-insert tickle fantasies / headcanons to share with this character?
In an alternate reality where Jeff and Liu could live normal lives, I can see Liu bringing home a girlfriend and then Jeff proceeds to casually embarrass Liu by wrecking him and encouraging the girlfriend in question to join.
A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?
Kagekao loves a good time, but he also knows when to stop his antics and settle down a bit for another person's sake. This isn't any different from the way he behaves after going down on someone hard or for long periods. Depending on how affected the victim is, his aftercare could range anywhere from a couple teasing pokes and a lighthearted mock to giggling gently and stroking their back until they catch their breath, asking if they're okay. He isn't a monsterâhe's not gonna push his 'lee too far, and if he does, he'll feel bad about it for a long time.
B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?
As much as Kage loves to be the one pulling the strings, he can also step back and let other people take the lead when they really want to. And honestly? He doesn't mind bondage at allâin fact he kind of loves it (although you'll be hard-pressed to get him to admit that).
He's the sort of person who either needs to be completely in-control or completely vulnerable and helpless. There is no in-between, and that's why positions that 100% disable him from fighting back even a little bit are best. He can squirm and snicker all he wants, but he ain't getting away.
C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?
Ha. Haha. Lemme tell you something: if he wants you as his prey, he's gonna get you, there's no 'maybe'. With his super demon speed and the uncanny skill he has for climbing walls and ceilings, no amount of running will save you from him. That being said, he'll definitely play with you first, make you think you're outrunning him, make you think you're escapingâthen he'll catch up.
Same goes for if he's being chased. If he doesn't wanna be caught, he won't be caught, but he'll definitely make you think you're winning for a time just to hear your grunts of frustration when you realize he's toying with you.
D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?
It is really hard to successfully tickle Kage, which is why most assume he isn't ticklish at all. But, here's a secretâhe does have his weak points. They're just difficult to get to, especially if he and the person seeking those points aren't romantically involved or in like, because that's really the only time he'll let them get that close to him.
The first and most accessible area is his stomach. He's super talented at hiding how sensitive it is, but only for a few moments. The next place is his back, but not just anywhere on his back, no: you have to be precise. You have to target the spot between his shoulder blades, right on the spine. The back of his ribs can elicit some interesting reactions too, but it isn't guaranteed. Lastly, his feet. He will absolutely lose his shit and he will definitely hurt you, even if he doesn't mean to. That's why it's important to ensure he can't move.
E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?
He just does it lmao. There usually isn't a warning: if Kagekao wants to tickle someone, he will tickle someone. Sometimes, if you pay close enough attention, you'll catch him staring, as if thinking up a game plan, contemplating his urges, or merely to creep you out.
And he does enjoy being tickled, but as I said, most don't do it because he either pretends not to be ticklish or is too scary and no one wants to risk having a demon on their back. Plus, he's just amazing at gaining and keeping the upperhand, so he doesn't really give anyone a chance to tickle him. It's like a challenge to himâcan they manage to get him or will he continue his reign of being the best tickler? In the case he has a particular urge to be tickled, he'll just randomly initiate a tickle fight and tone back his defenses in the hopes his target will reciprocate.
F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?
Can be rough and ruthless or sweet and playful, it depends on his opponent and what started the 'tickle fight' in question. He never attacks out of genuine anger, so he'll always have mercy...eventually.
G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?
If it's like a feathery touch or a timid poke or something, he really won't do more than flinch or grin. Light scratches, however, send him (especially if it's in his Top 3 Spots).
H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?
He has claws. Best believe they're his main tool. No amount of layers will save who he chooses to use them on.
On the 'lee side, he's big on making fun of the 'ler and teasing them, no matter how hard he's laughing. Daring them to do their worst.
I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?
Squirmy, struggling to stifle his laughter, promising that whenânot ifâhe gets out, they will regret messing with him. Solid as steel for the first few days, but eventually exhaustion weighs him down, and his body just wants a break, so he might give up the information, especially if it isn't extremely important.
J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?
Sharing laughter, bonding, the physical contact, the closeness. All of it, he adores. Wouldn't trade the experience for anything.
K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?
C L A W S . Also has this infuriatingly flustering habit of teasing his 'lee, mocking their laughter, making fun of their reactions. Giggling at their fruitless attempts to get away or return his gestures. But mostly his claws. He knows just how to use them too. They make people ten times more sensitive, I swear.
L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?
His voice is really demonic and brokenâkinda like an old VHS recording, with hints of hellish entity and Japanese accent. The volume of his naturally loud voice intensifies the longer the attack goes on, and he'll spew incoherent sentences in his native tongue while cackling and hiccuping. It's funny, watching him unravel.
M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?
Kage wakes up every day with the instinct to wreak havoc on someone, so he's definitely sneak-attacked a few people who were trying to eat their breakfast in peace.
N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?Â
This is when he's most likely to pounce. It's been a long day, all he wants to do is enjoy life and unwind. He normally goes after individuals who desire the same thing, but when he's feeling particularly masochistic he'll seek out someone grumpier just for the amusement of it.
O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?
He really only uses his phone to text his housemates, so not really? He might send out an "I'll get ya" every now and then, but that's it.
P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?
His bestie Zero, of course. They've pranked others together many timesâwhy should this be any different? Although he'd definitely do the tickling himself and get Zero's help just holding the person down, since she can be pretty mean and he doesn't want to give the 'lee any bruises.
Q: Question | Their response to the question âare you ticklishâ?
Cocky pose, mischievous tone. No fear or reluctance whatsoever. "Come over here and find out, why don't you~?"
R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?
'Ler, unquestionably. He just has that dominant, playful energy and loves making people laugh (even if it is unwillingly sometimes).
S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?
You want him to stop, you gotta yell, "Kage is King, and he's a handsome king, and his pranks are really funny, and I will never criticize his amazing ideas ever again." If you can't recite the whole thing, too bad, he ain't stopping. (Just kidding, but it's comical watching you try to say it without breaking into more hysterics when you think your sanity depends on doing that very thing.)
T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
Telling them exactly what he's doing and when he's doing it and cooing things like, "Wow, what a cute squirmy thing you are", and "aww, look at you, can't get away, how sad." Very gifted with his words.
U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?
A place literally nobody knows aboutâeven Kage himselfâis his ears/neck region. The only person who would ever find out about this is his s/o. This area would draw out the tiniest chortles from the demon boy; sounds he didn't even know he was capable of. And it'd be fricken adorable too, he'd be jerking his head and hiking up his shoulders, tenderly pushing his s/o away, too startled to genuinely fight back. Not that he really wants to.
V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?
He and Liu go at it pretty often. He also likes messing with Cody (of course) and Sally, and even Zero on occasion. She never takes it personally and just takes her revenge in other ways.
W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?
Literally has no problem with it whatsoever. If he finds out you do, however, you aren't hearing the end of it.
X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?
Peter Pan. Hear me out: the dude can fly, Kage can climb. They're both playful, charismatic, mischievous, and stubborn. Kage would definitely win in the end, but Peter would put up a good fight. And afterward, they'd conspire to jump Captain Hook.
Y: YOU | Any personal self or reader-insert tickle fantasies / headcanons to share with this character?
Capable and creepy enough to be a horror movie villain, but he'd just run around chasing people with wiggly fingers and attack them at random intervals for a few minutes at a time before letting them leave and starting the chase all over again.
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I never thought Iâd see a creepy pasta t-word blog :0. Can you maybe do A-Y (unless someone already asked) for Tim/Masky? He really needs to smile more :â)
Yeah, unfortunately there aren't many out there đ
He certainly does! I love the idea of Masky losing his shit lmao.
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A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?
If you just got wrecked by Tim, chances are he'll feel enough morality to at least give you a sweet pat on the head in silent commendation for surviving his attack.
Masky, however? You'll be lucky if he even stops before you pass out entirely. He'll utter some snide remark to remind you why you should never screw with him, then he'll walk away to go on about his business.
B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?
Bondage? Uh-uh, absolutely not, no thank you. Tim gets exceedingly anxious when he's unable to move, and Masky is just... He likes being in control of the situation. Which is why neither man will ever ever ever enjoy being restrained in any way.
C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?
Considering both of them are the ones usually doing the chasing, I'd say they'd be naturally inclined to keep that up when they're looking to pounce on someone. They're rather good at it, tooâthe ler would be doomed.
On the other end of the stick, however? I imagine Tim would be able to find a place to hide without much trouble, due to his history of running from imminent death. Masky would refuse to be chased at all and then proceed to gut-punch whoever was attempting to pursue him in the first place.
D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?
Thighs, no questions asked. A close second would have to be the neck. Either of these areas targeted will have them writhing in 10 seconds or less.
E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?
Tim has to be feeling very playful to get the urge to tickle someone, and since he isn't exactly a physical person by heart, chances that he'll actually go through with it are unlikely. The same goes for when he desires to be tickled, which, dare I say, is even rarer than the latter. If he craves it badly enough, he'll probably just outright say it. With reluctance and awkwardness, sure, but he doesn't like beating around the bush.
'Violence' is the one word that goes through his head on repeat throughout the day; it is the solution to every problem he can think of. It really is no surprise that touching someone without intending to cause them intense agony is a foreign concept to him, and an unappealing one at that. Simply put: the only reason on this earth that he would ever consider tickling someone is if he actually cares about them and wants to bring some form of torment that won't result in serious injury. As for the being tickled, aha, never in a million years will this man let his guard down long enough for someone to be successful, nor will he want to be touched in that regard. Try it and he will commit homicide.
F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?
Tim is a strong dude, so unless his weakest spots are being honed in on, he will have the upper hand. Thankfully, he practices mercy, so it usually isn't a time to panicâplus, he'll let up every now and then so his opponent feels like they're actively contributing to this 'fight'.
With Masky, there is no fight. There is just plain torture. He will pin you solidly and not relent until he is satisfied. 'Nice' is not in his vocabulary, apparently.
G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?
This manâ He will snort if you brush your fingers against any remotely ticklish spot. He'll also squirm, which is an amusing sight.
Pretty much the same reaction as Tim, but he's much more aggressive with his squirming.
H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?
This only applies if the two of you are romantically involved; if Tim's feeling affectionate or clingy, he'll nuzzle your neck or any sensitive, accessible area with his beard just to hear the giddy sounds you'll emit.
Pure roughness. He's left bruises on every lee he's ever gotten his hands on and lingering pain for sometimes hours, but somehow this violence is equally effective at drawing the rawest shrieks and highest-pitched laughter. It's unbearable in literally every way. This is a talent he doesn't even consider a 'talent'.
I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?
Tim would have the capability to last quite a while, even if his worst spots are targeted. But he would break eventually, and quiet, half-stifled giggles would break into full-blown cries for mercy. He tried.
Masky doesn't beg. Like whatsoever. But he also wouldn't put a lot of effort into hiding his raspy laughter, no. Instead, he would writhe relentlessly and spew threats at his progressor while losing every ounce of self-control he formerly possessed. He's a very loud lee.
J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?
If he had to choose something, it would be the way it bonds him with his loved ones. Before all the Slenderman crap went down he'd always use tickling to connect with his little siblings and cousins, and occasionally for his friends. He and Brian got into it a few times in college; the former won, but Brian was a worthy opponent.
Masky absolutely does not care.
K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?
This isn't really a skill, but he'll start to laugh along with his lee after a few moments and that always seems to heighten the lee's nerves so they laugh even harder.
Like I said previously: stone cold force. He will attack your weakest areas without a bit of remorse, and he'll do it till you're on the brink of passing out.
L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?
Normally, it's pretty raspy due to all the smoking, but there's this sweetâextraordinarily rareâkind of giggle you can pull from both of them, but it takes incredible precision and the exact amount of pressure. Go for the side of the ribcage with firm yet tender claw-like scratching and watch them unravel in an instant.
M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?
If you are anyone other than his romantic partner, do not try this or he will straight up bitch slap you. If you are dating him, however, feel free to wake him up with benign pokes to the stomach and/or tickly neck kisses. It will put him in a blissful mood for the rest of the day and he may reciprocate, even in his sleepy haze.
Do not touch Masky. Seriously. The only thing keeping him going right now is a mug full of coffee. If you even threaten to do something he will snap your finger in two.
N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?Â
At this point in the day, this man is completely exhausted and is looking for some downtime. He would need to be exceedingly close to a person to participate in tickles, and it wouldn't be for long periods.
Masky is done, man. He's so freaking done. He's put up with everyone's shit the whole day and dealt with his own problems and is not in the mood to be all physical and lovey-dovey. You best pray he doesn't strike at this interval because he's probably out for blood.
O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?
Not...really? Both of these dudes kinda just live in the moment. Tim might shoot a text every once in a while for shits and giggles but that's about it.
P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?
For Tim, it would probably be his s/o. If he doesn't have one, he'd go solo.
Masky also typically works alone, but if he's feeling vengeful enough he'll get Johnny to join him.
Q: Question | Their response to the question âare you ticklishâ?
"Um, heh... Isn't everyone?"
"You'll never get close enough to find out."
R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?
Both lers to the core, but if either of them were to be swayed it'd be Tim.
S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?
Tim is the kind of person that has always been very serious about safewords and consent in general. He will deadass go completely still if you say 'stop', not wanting to push boundaries.
Safewords are not a real thing to Masky. He will go for however long he wants to go and there ain't no arguing with him.
T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
Sometimes he'll drum his fingers against their torso with a certain mischievous sparkle in his eyes that drives the lee crazy.
Rapid, harsh scribbling, especially when he figures out what spots make you scream. No mercy.
U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?
Their thighs. Also sorta ticklish on the upper back.
V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?
His s/o or Sally, but only occasionally.
Masky just targets whoever decided to royally piss him off. Though he must admit, Liu is quite a satisfying victim.
W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?
Tim moreso than Masky, but that only applies when he's asking to be tickled.
X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?
Luna Lovegood and Tim I think would be a blast to watch. Luna would be super sweet yet good with her hands (plus there's the whole 'magic' that would definitely come into play), but she'd play fair too. She would push him out of his comfort zone to the point where he would be comfortable actually fighting back but it would all be in good fun.
Bahloo would be perfect for Masky because he's a literal bear and could just pin him down effortlessly and teach Masky some life lessons.
Y: YOU | Any personal self or reader-insert tickle fantasies/headcanons to share with this character?
Tim hated being tickled as a kid cause it was always a way to "make him feel better". It was nurses and the people keeping him in the hospital that would mostly initiate it.
Then he met Brian years later and realized how much of a playful person he was. His friend was the one that made him okay with receiving that kind of treatment again.
You mention Cody being a victim a lot because his reactions are fun. Now I wanna hear those head cannons >:3
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This boy is not ticklish at all.
Said no one ever.
It isn't even that he's super duper hypersensitive or anything, he's just...dramatic. Loud and crazy and it's honestly hilarious. And every spot you target will elicit a different reaction.
Go for his sides, boom, he's lying curled up in the tightest ball he can form. Attack his stomach, he'll wheeze and kick out violently like a dog. Scratch his feet, oh boy. An actual shriek will exit his mouth and he'll flop around like a dying fish, all while trying desperately not to nail you in the head, but it's hard, man.
If you even look at him with malicious intent, or allude to it in any way, he will automatically blush and start stifling cute little anticipatory giggles and either inch away or block off his torso.
He loves the whole act of tickling, whether it's being received or given, but only if it's done in a playful fashion.
What he doesn't appreciate, however, is when someone uses that against him as a bullying tactic. Cough cough Johnny cough.
It's the worst thing cause he'll get all embarrassed and sad and try not to succumb, but the antagonizer will try twice as hard, and he'll just start snorting and wriggling and working to escape. This is when he gets laughed at and made fun of.
Now, he can handle gentle teasing and wry smirks and everything that comes with having a remotely decent ler, but the person responsible has to be special to him in some way. He sure ain't gonna enjoy an enemy or stranger touching him in such strange ways.
He's one of those people who, if tickled while sharing a hug, will just wrap his arms tighter around you and giggle into your shoulder rather than fight against you.
He's so friggin cute oml.
He'll let Sally get him sometimes, and every time is taken completely off-guard by how good she is at it. Seriously, that kid has scary precision.
Most of the time, the more lighthearted ones of the Manor will walk by him and randomly poke an accessible area of his torso just to watch him dramatically reel away, but most don't do anything more.
Liu's probably the main person that has actively tickled him on more than one occasion. But Liu's a playful person, so it's to be expected.
Cody likes to bury his head inside a pillow and scream with laughter on particularly vicious attacks.
When They Discover You're Ticklish (Hoody Edition)
Note: I will be doing this scenario with each character eventually!
Brian, as you probably know, is a very perceptive guy, so when his hand brushed against you just the right way and you withdrew and failed to stifle a giggle, he knew the jig was up.
Being irrationally ticklish himself has given him the sixth sense to identify anyone potentially suffering from the same curse, and he had always kind of suspected that was the case with you because of the way youâd stiffen and retract from anyone that got too close to your fatal spots, but that little outburst of yours confirmed it.
He kind of just grinned cheekily, a certain sparkle appearing in his eyes as he tucked this little tid bit of information away in the back of his mind, opting to let you off the hook for now so youâd keep living in sweet oblivion until the right moment surfaced.
And oh, when that moment came, it hit hard.
You were being a lilâ asshole, having way too much fun annoying the hell out of him, whether that be by constantly standing behind him, quietly mimicking each word heâd say, or being inexplicantly affectionate - so much so that it impaired him from getting important work done. Long story short, he got tired of it.
You were obviously feeling bold today, as it wasnât a usual occurance that you decided to bother Brian, of all people, and if you were anyone else, he wouldâve smacked you down and threatened to throw you outta the house altogether. But alas, you werenât just another person, which is why it would take a very, shall we sayâŚspecial tactic, to deter you.
That was when he remembered how ticklish you appeared to be, and gave you one warning: stop now or you will sincerely regret it.
You didnât take his threat seriously - after all, Brian wouldnât hurt you. You meant too much to him!
Thus, you continued your onslaught on the amusing target, and he struck; locking one arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to ensure you didnât go anywhere as his free hand started scribbling against your sides, stomach, ribs - anything it could viably reach, really.Â
Safe to say you collapsed instantly, almost dropping to the floor altogether if it hadnât been for Brian holding you in place. However, you were squirming, and he was having trouble making sure you didnât slip away, which is where the sofa came into the picture.
With you pinned down between that seat and his own body weight, it was a breeze making you squeal with untamed laughter and struggle to no avail.Â
âShame you didnât believe me,â he said, tone monotonous as his fingers raked along your torso, eliciting another powerful shriek within each jab and squeeze. âThis whole tragedy couldâve been avoided.â
Liu did walk by during this turn of events, giving the both of you a puzzled look - never before had he seen you in such hysterics, nor had he witnessed Brian being so shamelessly playful.
Without missing a single beat, Brian rotated his head toward Liu and listed off a couple of things that needed to be done, completely unfazed while you writhed helplessly beneath him.
Liu merely blinked and strode away, bemused by this entire situation but figured heâd leave you to it.
Only a few minutes after this happened did Brian put a halt to the torture, noticing your silenced, hiccupy chortles and the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. He climbed off of you, letting you lay there and catch your breath as he observed your weakened state with affection.Â
He hadnât expected that to be so fun, so thrilling, and knew heâd have to do it again sometime. Of course, he isnât totally heartless, so he crouched next to you and rested a hand on your arm. You were too exhausted to pull back. âYou okay?â
You gathered the energy to reply and sent him a tiny glare, huffing out a murmured, âYouâre so mean.â
The gleam in your eyes told him you werenât actually mad, and he smiled - you couldnât see it, of course, due to the mask covering his face, but you could hear it in his voice. âYou have yourself to blame for that.â