#ticklepasta

[creepy-feathers]

That Wasn't Very Wise

A/N: The ending of this is a bit rushed and abrupt, which I apologize for, but I’ve 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 romance 

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, poke—

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, that’s pretty pathetic, if you ask me." 

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. 

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. "I–I'm...sorry?"

"Oh yeah? You will be."

"B-but— Wait—" 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."

"I—I 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 not—" 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. 

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." 

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 that’s what you did. "Dots? There are no dots."

"Oh, but there are."

"I—n-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 wasn’t affected. “Can’t believe I didn’t learn about this sooner.” He almost sounded awe-stricken, as if he’d 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. 

“Damn. You are really ticklish.”

“Shuhuhut up!” 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. “Nohoho! Jeff!”

“What? Bad spot?” 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. “Told you you’d regret being a little brat, girlie.”

“Jeff...!” It surfaced as a whine as you squirmed helplessly under his body. “Plehease!”

“Please what? Keep going? Now that, I can do.”

“NohoHOHO!” 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. “Jeheheff!”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“Who the hell is dying in here?” 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 didn’t need to physically see him to know who he was: Tim. “I can hear you four rooms down.”

“Heya, Timothy.” While you focused on gasping for air and weakly attempting to push your offender away, Jeff stayed planted in his spot and wasn’t even fazed. “Just teaching Y/n here a very valuable lesson about keeping our hands to ourselves.”

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. “You realize it’s unprofessional to do things like this outside of a bedroom?”

You squeaked in alarm, the apples of your cheeks ablaze at the absurd implication. “Tim, no! That—that isn’t what’s happening...”

"Uh-huh. Yeah, he’s just tickling you within an inch of your life because he doesn’t want to touch you.”

You felt Jeff stiffen before he scoffed in ridicule, his next words holding fire. “I’m doing it cause she’s an annoying turd.”

“Keeeep telling yourself that, buddy.”

Tim’s footsteps reverberated through the floor as he walked away and you studied Jeff’s face. You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of red rising beneath his skin. After a moment of glaring at Tim’s disappeared form, he glanced back down at you, narrowing his eyes when he noticed your inquisitive stare. “What’s your problem?”

“N...nothing.”

“Psh. Well, I’m going upstairs.” You were almost disappointed as he hopped to his feet, careful not to step on you in the process. “Follow me and I will slap your ass into next week.”

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. “...Jeff?”

“What?”

“I...um.” You played with your fingers and slowly rose to your full height. “Sorry for being a nuisance.”

He quirked a brow in response to your shyness as you shuffled on your feet.

“It wasn’t cool of me to keep...bothering you like that.”

Slowly, a faint grin lit up half of his face, and he spun around to walk closer menacingly. “Oh really?”

“R... Um.” You stumbled back a step, wringing the bottom hem of your shirt nervously. “Y-yeah.”

“If you’re so ‘sorry’, then maybe it shouldn’t happen again. Hm?” He was planted directly in front of you now, leaning down until your foreheads were practically meeting. 

“It–it...won’t.” Your voice was quiet as you glimpsed away meekly, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“And if it did, I’m sure you’re well acquainted with the consequences.”

You blushed harder, willing yourself to look up. “Mhm...”

“So maybe, if you know what’s good for you...”–you inhaled sharply when he used a series of fingertips to dig into your stomach–“...you absolutely should not try anything like it again.”

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. “Y-you mean like...” you extended your arm and prodded him in the stomach; he flinched back, “...this?”

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. “I’ll give you ten seconds. One, two, three, four...” Your blood turned to ice at his implication. “...That’s your cue to start runnin’, girlie.”

You wasted no time in darting out of the room, nerves alight with blissful anticipation. Perhaps he wasn’t as mad as you initially assumed him to be...

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[creepy-feathers]

I never thought I’d 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 :’)

Yeah, unfortunately there aren't many out there 😞

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, too—the 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 panic—plus, 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 man— 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 sweet—extraordinarily rare—kind 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? 

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 ‘are you ticklish’?

"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.

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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 you’d 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 you’d keep living in sweet oblivion until the right moment surfaced.

And oh, when that moment came, it hit hard.

You were being a lil’ asshole, having way too much fun annoying the hell out of him, whether that be by constantly standing behind him, quietly mimicking each word he’d 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 wasn’t a usual occurance that you decided to bother Brian, of all people, and if you were anyone else, he would’ve smacked you down and threatened to throw you outta the house altogether. But alas, you weren’t just another person, which is why it would take a very, shall we say…special 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 didn’t take his threat seriously - after all, Brian wouldn’t 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 didn’t go anywhere as his free hand started scribbling against your sides, stomach, ribs - anything it could viably reach, really. 

Safe to say you collapsed instantly, almost dropping to the floor altogether if it hadn’t been for Brian holding you in place. However, you were squirming, and he was having trouble making sure you didn’t 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. 

“Shame you didn’t believe me,” he said, tone monotonous as his fingers raked along your torso, eliciting another powerful shriek within each jab and squeeze. “This whole tragedy could’ve been avoided.”

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 he’d 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. 

He hadn’t expected that to be so fun, so thrilling, and knew he’d have to do it again sometime. Of course, he isn’t totally heartless, so he crouched next to you and rested a hand on your arm. You were too exhausted to pull back. “You okay?”

You gathered the energy to reply and sent him a tiny glare, huffing out a murmured, “You’re so mean.”

The gleam in your eyes told him you weren’t actually mad, and he smiled - you couldn’t see it, of course, due to the mask covering his face, but you could hear it in his voice. “You have yourself to blame for that.”

#hoody #creepypasta #brian thomas #reader #x reader #hoody x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #hoody headcanons #ticklish reader #lee reader #ler hoody #creepypasta tickle #creepypasta tickle headcanons #hoody tickle headcanons #ticklepasta #hoody x Reader headcanons

[creepy-feathers]

You mention Cody being a victim a lot because his reactions are fun. Now I wanna hear those head cannons >:3

Oh-ho-ho. Now we're talking  😈

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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.

#creepypasta tickle #creepypasta #x-virus #creepypasta headcanons #ticklepasta #x-virus headcanons #x-virus tickle #t-word

[creepy-feathers]

Just a lil' scenario I couldn't get outta my head!~

Pairing: Lee! Eyeless Jack x Ler! Reader (female)

Fic type: Romantic

Warnings: FLUFF

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"Hey, Jack?" you asked sweetly, looping an arm around his shoulders from behind and looking down at the book rested on his crossed legs.

"Hm?" he acknowledged, posture tilted as he read the words written across the pages; mainly medical-based stuff, so you couldn't even begin to decipher what they meant. Luckily, you didn't care.

"Are you ticklish?"

You expected him to react some way to the abrupt question, maybe stiffen a little bit, but he did nothing of the sort, his voice remaining quiet and unfazed. "Dunno. Am I?"

You grinned. "Are you...?" 

"Am I?"

"Are you?" To emphasize the inquiry, you skittered your fingers gently against the back of his ribs, and he flinched, barely able to contain the small laugh that almost fell from his lips.

"I—I guess that answers your question then, huh?" His tone was playful yet calm, and he didn't peel his impaired vision away from the textbook laying on his lap. 

"Ohhh, I dunno," you beamed, slowly dragging your index finger along his left side and taking great amusement in the way he tensed up. "That was a pretty subtle reaction. I think I wanna keep going 'til I get something better..."

He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by his own string of giggles when your digits pressed into the area just below his armpit, and he instinctively leaned the other way, clamping his arm against his side. "O-okahay, okay," he said, rotating his head to shoot you a look. "Y-you dohon't need to do that."

"Aw, why not?" You lightly prodded his back, your smile growing wider. "Does it tickle?"

"Of course it dohoes!" He tried to evade your touch with as little effort as it required, abandoning the book to focus on the offending hands. You merely chuckled, planting an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck while fingers wormed their way under his arm. This elicited a messy gasp and he must have decided he had enough, because he twisted around and tackled you to the floor with little struggle, pinning you beneath him. "You can stop now."

This was one of the rare times that his mask wasn't concealing his features, giving you a nice view of the spirited grin on his cheeks. You bit your lip and returned the look, reaching up and squeezing his side. "Don't wanna."

He released a breathy chortle, recoiling from your touch and shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What if I kissed you instead?" You stopped your light-hearted attack, glancing away to consider his offer. 

"Well...I guess I can make an exception just once..."

He lowered himself and briefly rubbed the tip of his nose against your own before connecting your lips together, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

The contact lasted a few seconds, and when you separated, you stared into the darkened sockets in his head without a single strike of fear. He tenderly bumped his forehead against yours, muttering, "Don't think I won't remember what you've been doing later."

"Is that a threat?" you challenged, matching his pitch a narrowing your eyes. He laughed.

"Maybe."

#eyeless jack #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta tickle #eyeless jack tickle #ticklish eyeless jack #ticklepasta #lee jack #ler reader #scenario #creepypasta scenario #tickle scenario #t-word #tickle #tickle fic

[creepy-feathers]

[Y\n]: Slowly approaches with wiggling fingers

[Y\n]: What's the matter? You seem scared...

[Masky, backing away cautiously]: You get anywhere near me and I'll break your fucking fingers off. 

#oh my #you gonna risk it y\n? #masky #reader #creepypasta #incorrect quotes #creepypasta incorrect quotes #t-word quotes #ticklepasta #tickle creepypasta

[creepy-feathers]

[Y/n]: So...not ticklish, huh?

[Helen, nervously sweating]: Uhh...no?

[Y/n]: Waggles eyebrows

[Y/n, John Cena voice]: Are you sure about that?

#bloody painter #Creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #ticklepasta #creepypasta headcanon #bloody painter headcanons #creepypasta x reader #bloody painter x reader #bloody painter tickle #t-word #tickle #creepypasta incorrect quotes

[creepy-feathers]

Ahh a Creepypasta tk blog! I love your stuff so far, I think you’re doing amazing! Would it be okay to request something for Liu and/or Sully? Thank you!

Aww that's so sweet, I'm glad you enjoy my content 🥺

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Homicidal Liu

So. Interesting fact about Liu.

He loves tickling, whether he's receiving it or giving it. And he couldn't care less who knows.

In fact, he is often the initiator of some eventful happenings when he's feeling cheeky or bored. Yes, Jeff is a usual target of his. Next in line would probably be Cody, cause he gets so giggly.

If he's in a 'ler mood, he'll size up the one closest to him and have a mental debate: how much will they fight back? Will he definitely gain an injury or two if he pounces? Do they enjoy it?

Ones like Masky, Hoody, and Jason are off-limits for obvious reasons. He wants to have a good time, not sign his death warrant.

Even Clockwork is pushing it, but he enjoys hearing her snort so it's usually worth the busted lip he gets in return.

It isn't uncommon for Liu to just start an entire war among the Manor's residents, and he relishes doing so. It's so fun and lively compared to the sinister life he - and everyone else there, for that matter - leads, and he tries to introduce some cheer for his housemates, especially when they seem upset.

Liu is the kind of 'lee that doesn't fight back, he simply lays down and takes it (that goes double if he knows he deserves it). Sometimes he'll cover his face with his arms/hands, and you can guarantee he'll wriggle around like a worm, but he doesn't get violent.

He's also a very nice 'ler and won't take it too far. If you look like you're uncomfortable or too tired or struggling to breathe, he will stop without hesitance, help you up, and offer you a drink.

Sully

Liu's alter, however, is a much different story.

Unless he's just trying to be annoying, he won't mess with you unless you manage to press his buttons.

Then? Well, you better pray that he's feeling generous and gives you mercy, otherwise, you're going down.

When he decides to wreck you, he has a purpose, and will get as rough as he feels the need to. No amount of begging will deter him.

Maybe, if you start wheezing, he'll let you catch your breath for a moment before he continues his onslaught of brutal tickles. 

If you ever get the jump on him, he'll collapse, lightly pushing against you to give the illusion that he's trying to make you stop.

He'd never admit it, but he enjoys being tickled, and puts up a minimal fight - but only if he's in the mood. If he isn't, he'll hold back his laughter, grab your wrists, and throw you off with little effort.

You want the spot that'll send him through the roof, aim for his sides - they are amazingly sensitive. 

You're pretty much the only person he engages with in such a fashion, if you exclude Sally. Consider it a perk, because Sully isn't a "people" person, and seldom interacts with others outside of his actual duties.

#sully #homicidal liu #creepypasta #creepypasta tickle #homicidal Liu tickle #sully tickle #ticklepasta #creepypasta headcanons #homicidal liu tickle headcanons #sully headcanons #t-word #sully tickle headcanons #homicidal Liu headcanons #tickle #headcanons

[creepy-feathers]

Toby hcs pls

Toby grew up in a home that wasn't always full of love and warmth - at least, not when his dad was around.

But when he, Lyra, and their mother were alone, the mood was noticeably lighter, and they could almost make themselves believe that they were a normal family.

Lyra was a very playful, fun-loving kinda girl, so it wasn't uncommon for her to just randomly pounce on Toby and send him spiraling into a giggle fit. This is, obviously, because she knew where to target.

Toby can't feel pain - his CIPA prevents it. Too bad it doesn't stop him from feeling the wrath of tickles, too, because he would prefer that.

After his family was dead, all of his emotions shut down for a while, and he just assumed that he was no longer ticklish, because, how could he possibly be after something so traumatic? Surely it wouldn't still be possible to tickle him.

Well, unfortunately for Toby, that little detail about himself never went away. In fact, it only got more prominent as time passed.

Where jabbing him on the side would have only elicited a flinch and small chuckle in the past, if one were to prod in the same spot, he'd be slamming his hand over his mouth and getting as far away from the culprit as possible.

Nowhere on his feet or legs is he ticklish, like at all. If you wanna get a reaction, you're gonna need to go for the weak spots.

The hips. Are. Ridiculously sensitive.

That's pretty much the only place you can touch that will have him in hysterics in little time.

But be careful; he's a kicker, and though it'll be an accident, you'll still end up with a bloody nose if you don't find some way to control those legs of his.

He is definitely more of a ler than a lee, since he was never really fond of being tickled. The same can't be said when he's not on the receiving side of it.

He's a mischievous little gremlin when he takes the notion, so if you happen to be around when he's feeling that way...good luck.

He's not much of a teaser. Much like his older sister, he will jump on you without a single warning and get to work, not giving you a chance to escape or get nervous from the anticipation.

He's very good with his hands, so expect to be a wriggling pile of desperate chortles soon after he decides to attack.

Praying that he doesn't know your worst areas will be for naught, because Toby being Toby, will manage to find them. All of them. And he's quite eager to exploit them, too.

Though, these tickle sessions that he dishes out from time to time don't last more than a couple of minutes. He's a nice ler and will always make sure not to push you to your limit.

When he's finished, he'll climb off of you and give your head a gentle pat; a wordless "I'm done now, it's okay".

Then he'll let you fall asleep on him if you so desire.

#tickle toby #ticci toby #ticklepasta #t-word #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta tickle #ticci toby tickle #headcanons #tickle headcanons #t-word headcanons

[creepy-feathers]

Masky hc’s! :D

Oh my God. You better not touch this man.

It is absolutely impossible to tickle him long enough to see him react verbally, even if you catch him by surprise.

Sneaking up behind and digging your fingers into any available spot will earn you a harsh elbow to the gut and you'll walk away with a large bruise to show for it.

He's already touchy as it is, but if you get anywhere around him and he knows you have evil intentions, he will give you multiple warnings, give you a chance to walk away before you inevitably get hurt - and believe me, you will.

He won't back away and giggle in anticipation. He will stand his ground and wait for you to reach a certain distance, then he'll strike.

If ever you want to get him to actually laugh and squirm and do all of the typical things most would do if they were attacked, you need to be strategic about it. Be patient, wait until he gets into a situation he can't escape from. Or, ya know, bring that situation to him yourself.

Maybe ask him to teach you how to tie a Palomar knot, then inquire ever-so-innocently if you can test it out on him to see if you did a good job. Catch him in a good mood though, otherwise he'll call you stupid and walk away.

Don't be suspicious. If he thinks you're up to anything, he won't let you practice your knot-tying skills on him.

Also, make sure he's in a position where he can't fight back, because if given an opportunity, he will do just that.

When you scribble against his ribs, his first reaction will be to writhe around and curse at you. He might do that for several seconds.

Then the foul words will taper into what sounds like coughing and gradually turn into gravelly guffaws from there.

His death spot is his thighs; the unholy sounds you can pull from him if you so much as pinch one is incredible.

Don't mess with him for too long or you might just kill him.

But if you let him go then your death will be a painful one.

If you happen to get yourself into this, then you better be ready to pay the price. That could range anywhere from a few snapped bones or a bloodied nose.

You better set him free while he's out-of-breath and his movements are sluggish and then make a break for a hiding place, lest he catches you before you even have a chance to run.

If he tolerates you enough, he might reciprocate in the same playful manner, but far more ruthless. And he won't stop until you're a squeaking, teary-eyed pile of chortles on the floor. Maybe not even then.

Like I said, you will absolutely regret messing with him. Don't do it if you want to live a longer life.

#t-word #creepypasta #creepypasta tickle #creepypasta headcanons #masky headcanons #masky tickle headcanons #creepypasta tickle headcanons #ticklepasta #tickle headcanons

[creepy-feathers]

We NEED some Helen hc’s pls

Coming right up!~

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As stated previously, Helen is not that ticklish.

That's what he likes to tell himself, anyway.

But if you even get within three feet of him with a sinister look in your eye, he will be blocking off his torso and holding back nervous giggles.

He cannot stand the idea of being tickled - the mere notion is scarier to him than the actual tickling.

Because he grew up in a very abusive, cold household, no one ever really played with him, especially like that, so the first time somebody tried, he assumed they were trying to hurt him and went straight into 'fight' mode.

His killer spot is definitely his ribs. The rest of him isn't all that sensitive, but you give him one poke there and he's reeling away and squeaking like a startled mouse.

The moment he starts laughing, his cheeks turn red and he weakly tries to push away the hands inflicting the torture, but can't manage to, because he's cackling so hard.

His laugh is the most harmonious thing; soft, delicate, and becomes more high-pitched depending on how long it's been going on or where he's being tickled.

A rougher touch is needed when you want him to roll around helplessly, but when you just want to evoke a quiet giggle, a feather-like approach will work just fine, especially if his neck is your target.

Helen is a shy, reserved person, so he's hesitant to publically admit that he's ticklish, but if you do it somewhat often, he'll grow to be more comfortable with it.

He enjoys the sensation because, number one, he's quite touch-starved and number two, someone he cares about is going the extra mile, just to see his mood brighter. That means a lot to him.

Not much of a ler honestly. The most he'll probably do is stroke a couple of your own spots to hear you titter while you're sitting/laying together unless he's feeling particularly playful. Even then, he won't be aggressive or pushy about it, and if you act like you aren't receptive, he'll stop without another thought.

#bloody painter #creepypasta #tickle headcanons #ticklepasta #tickle creepypasta #helen otis #ticklish bloody painter #bloody painter tickle #t-word headcanons #t-word #creepypasta headcanons #bloody painter headcanons

[creepy-feathers]

T-Word CP Headcanon #1

Jeff and Liu have definitely had their fair share of tickle fights - and most of the time it's just a way for one brother to get revenge on the other for being annoying. 

However, back before the Slenderman and all the stuff with the bullies happened, when the two were just kids, Liu would sometimes come to Jeff when he was feeling down-in-the-dumps (caused by his parents, more often than not), and Jeff would cheer him up with a little tickle. Liu would do the same, although Jeff tried to never let his negative emotions slip out so Liu rarely knew when he was feeling bad.

Liu is the only person Jeff would ever let near with the intention of tickling him, so be warned, if ever you tried to get your hands on him, you will have multiple broken bones.

#homicidal liu #jeff the killer #creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #ticklepasta #tickle creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer tickle #homicidal liu tickle #brotherly love #aw how sweet #jeff the killer headcanon #homicidal liu headcanon #tickle

[creepy-feathers]

I just read your little tickle things, does tickling magic exist in the creepypasta universe? And has it been used before? .o.

Haha, well see, I write my stuff with the idea that the Creepypastas are all still the same, like they're killers and everything, and that makes the tickling so much more endearing imo. Cause like...it isn't very prominent?? I guess? And when it happens, it's really special.

I don't think there's any magic that is specifically for tickling, although other kinds of magic could be used for it! Jason could use his magic-based skills to create some kind of tickly contraption, for example!

Although if I do add Splendorman to my universe like I'm considering, one of his main tactics for cheering people up will be tickling them, so I guess that could be considered 'magic'? Kind of? Lol.

#creepypasta #creepypasta tickle #jason the toymaker #splendorman #happypasta #ticklepasta

[creepy-feathers]

I adored reading the Helen hc’s! But, what if it’s a friend of his tickling? Say Jonathan? (Or Johnathan? Idk how to spell his name-), does he just let it happen?

Well, that's the thing - Helen doesn't really have friends?? I mean cause he's such a recluse, he rarely even leaves his room unless there's a mission or something he needs to go on. Besides Jonathan would probably be the last person he'd ever be friends with, seeing as how those two are polar opposites when it comes to anything, really.

However, that doesn't stop other individuals from tickling him lol. Since he's such easy bait, they like to sneak up on him when he's distracted (cough cough Zero cough) just to watch him jerk away. They may or may not get slapped as a result of this.

If Jonathan ever did take it upon himself to tickle Helen, it would be for the sole reason of making fun of him. Like "wow, you're so sensitive! How are you supposed to kill people if you're giggling so much?"

If Helen ever did make a friend (besides his beautiful ferret Aurora of course), someone that he really trusted, he would probably let them do what they wanted without dire consequences. He thinks tickling to induce happiness/laughter is flattering, and tickling to be mean and put the one receiving it down is cruel, so his being approachable fully depends on who is doing the act and what their intentions are.

#bloody painter #helen otis #creepypasta #ticklepasta #creepypasta tickle #the puppeteer #jonathan blake #bloody painter tickle #the puppeteer tickle #tickle #creepypasta headcanons #tickle headcanon #t-word #t-word headcanon

[creepy-feathers]

[Natalie]: Me? Ticklish? In your dreams, maybe.

[Anyone]: Attempts to tickle her

[Natalie]: Commits murder 

#ticklepasta #creepypasta #incorrect quotes #creepypasta incorrect quotes #ticklish clockwork #headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #clockwork

[creepy-feathers]

T-Word CP Headcanon #2

Jonathan's worst spot is definitely his neck - anywhere else and he'll be able to not react, but you touch his neck? Oh yeah, he's hitting the floor before you can even process what's happening. His knees completely give out on him and he just kind of erupts into a pathetic pile of hyena-like laughter, unable to defend himself in any way.

This is a key opportunity to win a fight or get him to admit something, but rest assured that when you stop, you need to run as fast as you physically can before he gathers the energy to come after you. Payback will always be three times worse.

#the puppeteer #jonathan blake #creepypasta headcanon #the Puppeteer headcanon #creepypasta tickle #the puppeteer tickle #ticklepasta #ticklish puppeteer