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don't feel pressured or anything but can i maybe request prompt 29, magic, with lee!Satan? ler of your choice

A/N: ANON, I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A BAJILLION YEARS PLEASE DON’T HATE ME

Satan/Reader

Word Count: 873

This is a tickle fic btw blah blah blah you get the drill.

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The fireplace in the House of Lamentation’s library crackled quietly. It was a comforting ambience that perfectly contrasted the vicious pain you were going through.

Your face involuntarily twisted up into a puckered frown at what were basically hieroglyphics etched into this damn book. You couldn’t make heads or tails at this new spell Satan wanted you to learn for the quiz tomorrow. Even your favorite tutor couldn’t help you translate these steps into something your feeble human mind could comprehend.

Satan tapped the page with one finger. “Do you feel ready to try out that spell, now?” A part of you hated how nonchalant he seemed. His chin was perched squarely in the palm of his hand. A small smile graced his lips as though he wasn’t asking you to do the impossible.

Granted, the spell seemed so embarrassingly simple at first blush. All it was supposed to do was grow flowers in the hair of the target (a surprisingly pretty enchantment considering where you were currently residing), and Satan had oh so graciously volunteered to be your little test subject.

You should have been grateful, but all you felt in that moment was that familiar sensation of irritation crawling up your chest like a withering insect.

Scowling, you grabbed the spell book, which was thick with dusty, cracked leather, and brought it up to your nose, so Satan couldn’t see. “Almost,” you mumbled.

“Take your time.” Satan waved his hand like it was no big deal.

And it wasn’t. You knew that, and he knew that. One quiz wouldn’t ruin your entire grade, but a part of you wanted to feel mad for no good reason, and Satan was the prime target.

When he wasn’t looking, you flipped over to a section of the book you were extremely familiar with. You smiled. “Okay, I’m ready.”

You took a deep breath and muttered out the incantation quietly enough so that your victim wouldn’t hear you.

For a brief moment, you thought you had managed to mess up your go-to spell, but Satan suddenly hunched over in his chair. He hugged himself as his face suddenly grew into a rather lovely hue of red.

“W-what’s goihing—“ Satan stuttered out before hiccuping once and falling into a heap of laughter. He hid his face in his hands (perhaps to hide his embarrassment) and cackled. “Whahahat dihihihihid you do?”

“I dunno,” you said, trying to play dumb. “I did the spell like it told me to do.” You glared at the book as though it was to blame.

Satan shook his head. “You liahahahar!” He wheezed and clutched his stomach. When he couldn’t find any relief from the sensations, he turned to slamming his fist on the table. Your assortment of color-coded pens went flying with each bang. “Whehehen does thihis curse eeheheHEHAHA—“

He pushed his chair back and crumbled to the floor as his laughter suddenly got more intense. You hadn’t realized Satan was so sensitive. This was good information to use for later. Perhaps for some blackmail if the situation ever called for it.

Even though Satan had called out your (admittedly thinly-veiled) bluff, you still hid your own growing smile behind your hand. You enjoyed how squeaky Satan’s laughter was. It was a shame you didn’t hear it too often. You had grown rather accustomed to his evil, maniacal laughter that would pop out whenever he would think of a new prank to get Lucifer. This was a nice change.

“Oh, it only lasts for a couple of minutes or so,” you answered.

“Thahahat lohong?! I cahahahan’t take ihihihit!” He kicked his legs out, and rolled from side to side. It seemed like he was struggling to stay still.

“Dang, are you that ticklish?”

You could tell Satan was trying to glower at you, but his usually terrifying rage face was dampened by his bright smile and flushed cheeks. He looked more like a giggling school boy rather than the powerful demon you knew. You wanted to pinch his cheeks, but that would put your fingers in prime chomping range.

Satan hiccuped, again. He gasped for air. “Shut uhuhup!” His laughter was slowing down. The spell must have been wearing off. What a shame.

When he finally stopped laughing, you reached out to help him get up. “Are you good?” you asked.

“No,” he spat out before grabbing your hand. Satan hoisted himself back into his chair and crossed his arms. “Why did you do that?” He asked, his face still noticeably pink. Satan had always blushed so easily—much to his detriment. “My cheeks hurt.” He massaged his face.

You shrugged and picked your pens back up. “I think I needed a break. That flower-hair spell is too hard. I can’t learn it in time for tomorrow’s quiz.”

Satan nodded. “You’re right. You do need a break.”

“I do?” You stopped in the middle of organizing your things and blinked owlishly. “Really?”

“Yes, and I’ll help you with that!”

Before you could react, Satan pounced on you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground. You thought he was going to enact his revenge, but a sudden kiss had stolen your breath. Huh. Maybe you did need a break, after all.

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I wanted you guys to know that I constantly have a lot of tickling related scenarios swirling around in my tiny little head,, I just never really get around to writing anything down

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Smile for the Picture

Zayne/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: It's time to take some cute pictures at the photo booth! But wait...Zayne isn't smiling. Good thing you have a solution.

Word Count: 1,788

This is a tickle fic btw!

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You trekked around the mall with a penguin plushie in one hand and Zayne’s hand in the other. His fingers were quite cold, which you would have normally assumed was due to his Evol, but you knew it was because he had only just thrown away the extra-large slushie he had bought earlier. It was cute how Zayne couldn’t resist sweets, but dang, couldn’t he have bought a piece of candy or a treat that was a little warmer?

Zayne absentmindedly brushed his thumb against your hand, only stopping when you halted in the middle of the mall. “What’s wrong?” he asked, scanning the area in front of you. There wasn’t anything of note except for the department stores, a couple of kiosks selling jewelry, and one other thing. 

You pointed toward the far side of the wall near where a couple of shoppers were milling about. “Photo booth,” you said dreamily. It was honestly a pretty small thing, but the glittery lights and the cutesy polka dots that decorated the small pink and blue box told you everything you needed to know. 

“Ah, is that all?”

“What do you mean?” You wagged an index finger in front of his face. “This is a Twinkle Photo Booth! I heard the mall was getting one, but I didn’t know it was going to be this soon.” You tugged on Zayne’s arm. “Do you want to take a photo with me?”

Zayne sighed. A helpless look briefly crossed his face. You knew that he was incapable of saying no to you. You could be very persuasive when you wanted to be. 

He nodded, allowing you to drag him across the mall. “Fine, let’s take a couple of photos.”

You laughed victoriously and slipped inside the photo booth with Zayne trailing behind you. You placed your penguin plushie on one side of the bench so that Zayne could sit on your other side. When he settled next to you, he reached over and dragged the curtain closed to give you two some privacy. Before you could get your wallet out, Zayne had already fed the money into the machine. He paid for a standard four-photo set.

You pretended to pout. “I was going to pay.”

“Too bad. I already did,” he said.

“So cold.” You shook your head playfully and turned to face the camera in front of you. The screen below it lit up, and you could see you and Zayne staring back at yourselves. Unfortunately, your plushie was a bit too short to be properly seen, so you picked it up and pressed it against your chest. A countdown was displayed on the screen, and you pulled out your patented peace sign—the perfect photo booth pose. Although your smile was dazzling and took up half of your face, Zayne’s expression looked like he had just seen a car crash. His eyebrows were furrowed, with his lips stuck perpetually in a straight line. 

The camera flashed. It had taken your first photo. 

You wrinkled your nose. “Zayne? Why aren’t you smiling?”

He tilted his head to the side, seemingly genuinely puzzled. “What do you mean? I am smiling.” Zayne pointed to his lips, which had not budged a centimeter. 

“No, you’re not,” you said. “You look so serious.” You placed your penguin plush to the side. “We’re not in the hospital right now, Dr. Zayne. You can afford to relax.” You waggled your shoulders playfully, which only seemed to confuse Zayne even more. 

“Not everyone can have your bubbly demeanor,” he teased, brushing a lock of hair across your forehead. 

“Maybe not,” you reluctantly agreed, “but everyone can smile.” You leaned closer to Zayne and pinched his torso.

He jolted, his back straightening up. “What are you doing?” he asked. His words came out slightly rushed, and if you listened closely, you could hear the smallest wobble at the end of his sentence.

You squeezed the area just above his hip, and Zayne lurched away from your touch. “What does it look like? I’m just trying to help.”

Your fingers danced up his sides, causing Zayne to push himself against the back of the wall. “Stahap that–!” he giggled. His cheeks turned red at the sound of his own laughter. 

Another flash! Second photo down.

You spidered your fingertips up and down his ribs, which made Zayne choke on his spit. “But you have such a pretty smile,” you said.

It was true. Sunlight seemed to beam directly on Zayne’s face as his laughter danced in the air. It was alluring—almost impossible to look away from. His lips curled up shakily as though his body wasn’t used to doing something that seemed second nature to you. 

“Waihihit, plehease!” He curled in on himself, but that didn’t stop you from pivoting to tickle his thighs. “Ahahah!” Zayne kicked out in surprise, but you dodged him. You had years of hunter training to thank for that. “Someone wihihill hear us!” He bit his lips to try to muffle the sounds of his own giggling, but it wasn’t particularly effective. 

“I think that’s…” You stopped when you felt something awkwardly grasping at your stomach. Zayne had managed to fight back from your so-called tickle torture. His fingers flexed against your shirt once and then twice when you didn’t react. Zayne’s face scrunched up slightly—the same way it did when he was dealing with a difficult case. “Ah, sorry, Zayne, but I’m not very ticklish myself.”

A third flash. One more to go.

He perked up in surprise, but kept trying to tickle you, and you had to admire how persistent he was being. Although Zayne didn’t look like it at first glance, he could be quite stubborn. While that personality trait was effective when researching potential treatments for his patients, he was only locked in a losing battle right now.

Zayne tried clawing at your sides and then your hips, but all you did was shrug. “But you used to be.” He was referring to the tickle fights you would have as children. They were admittedly few and far between (Zayne seemed reluctant to touch you as children), but you vaguely recalled that the two of you seemed to be on a somewhat equal playing field whenever you did fight.

“I suppose I grew out of it.” Your eyes twinkled mischievously. “And you didn’t.”

Zayne frowned. It almost looked like he was pouting. You weren’t sure if that or his smile was cuter. “I don’t understand.” He half-heartedly drilled his thumbs into your underarms. “You are the most vivacious, lively person I know. You find humor in everything, and I can rarely find you without a smile or a joke up your sleeve.” He squeezed your sides in defeat. “How are you not ticklish?”

You laughed, but only at how surprisingly childish Zayne was being. You didn’t expect him to be so hung up on what was practically nothing. You took this opportunity to sneak in another attack. Your fingertips glided up his lower back, and Zayne gasped. He tried to push you away, but you latched onto his armpits. He managed to fight off his laughter for just a few seconds before breaking into a light, airy sort of giggle. His voice was deep but surprisingly carefree, or as carefree as he could have been with you being a little shit. 

“Honestly, I’m more surprised about you, Dr. Zayne.” You prodded at his armpits, which seemed to drive Zayne up the wall. He trembled and twitched in a desperate attempt to get away from you.

“Yoohoohou…!” he whined. 

“I mean,” you continued, ignoring him, “you are always so quiet and reserved. Who would have known that you would still be so ticklish all these years later?”

Zayne flushed from his ears all the way to his neck from your teasing. Dang, you barely even said anything. He jumped this way and that. “Noooo!” he hiccuped. “Stohop tihihihckling me!”

Yet another flash. 

Oh! “That was the last photo!” you called out.

You leaped up from the bench and tossed open the curtain just in time to see the photo booth print out your four snapshots on two strips of paper. You swiped the pictures and turned around to see that Zayne had collapsed on the bench. 

His cheeks were still a bright shade of reddish pink, and his sweater was disheveled and wrinkled in ways you didn’t think were possible. His collared shirt underneath didn’t fare any better as one side of his collar had popped out of the neckline, and the other one was seemingly lost in the expanse of his sweater. He placed his hands over his chest, and you could see how quickly it was rising and falling with each labored breath.

What was even worse was that your penguin plush had somehow ended up on the floor during the kerfuffle. 

You might have gone just a bit too far this time. 

“Oops, sorry,” you said, scratching the back of your head. “Are you okay, Zayne?”

He nodded and sat up. “I’m fine.” He straightened out his sweater. “You are quite…” he paused for a moment. “...tenacious, aren’t you?” He cleared his throat. 

You smiled awkwardly.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s one of the many things I like about you.”

Zayne stood up and held out his hand expectantly. 

You hadn’t even looked at your photos yet. You glanced down and saw that, while the first photo looked pretty normal (albeit with a straight-faced Zayne), the second and fourth ones featured Zayne’s features all contorted into hysterical laughter, complete with red cheeks and tiny pricks of tears in his eyes. 

The third picture was your favorite as it captured a rare disappointed Zayne—furrowed eyebrows and all. Honestly, that was even rarer than a grinning Zayne. Perhaps Zayne didn’t need to smile to capture a great photo, after all. 

You giggled before tearing paper in half to give Zayne one of the strips. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, and he let out a soft chuckle as he took in each individual photo. “These are perfect. I will have to take your advice more often.”

“Really?” you said, your face lighting up. You grabbed your penguin plushie before heading out of the photo booth. Zayne grabbed your hand, and you two continued your walk around the mall. “Does that mean I can tickle you whenever I want?”

Zayne shook his head. His eyebrows did that adorable furrowing thing that you had grown to like. “I wouldn’t take it that far, but…” he hesitated when he saw you wilt. “...ah…maybe. Some other time, though.”

You cheered and tugged on his arm in delight. Zayne knew just how to make you smile. 

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HI THERE! I saw ur reblog and wanted to thank u for calling me a blessing ^^ that's so sweet! Im really glad u liked my headcanons! Remember to hydrate & eat properly!!

—🌙🪐Anon

Hi!! you're welcome :)) I thought your headcanons were very cute :)

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Space anon! Youre ask glitched for me so I bring it out in post form!! BUT OBEY ME CONTENT AFTER 84 YEARS YIPPEE!!! I miss doing obey me stuff guys 😔

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Um, I don't know if this will reach your request in time, but if it does, how about some Lee Mammon

You know it’s serious when the self insert comes in, yes everyone, I’m a mammon kisser AND and a Lee!Mammon consumer

Also why did Lucifer tie him up this time? We may never know (maybe mammon asked to be tied up this time)

Requests are open until April 3rd

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drawing requests? 👀 ooh

I swear I check almost daily for obey me content lol (it’s desperate times)

anything with solomon or Barbatos would be super cool, lmk if I should give a pairing tho 😅

I rarely see this man laugh laugh, so I indulge with Lee!Barbatos 😔🤝

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“Hey, MC! Check this out!” Mammon flexed his bicep. His boney arm was a pretty stark contrast against his pristine white tank top.

“What am I looking at?” You asked, playing with your straw with your tongue. You had barely drank two sips of your drink before Mammon waltzed in your room parading around like a clown.

Mammon puffed out his cheeks before flexing his arms, again. “My guns, duh!” He hit a different pose. This one showing off his lanky back. “Now ya don’t gotta like Beel’s workout pics on Devilgram anymore.” Another pose. This one had him flexing both of his arms in front of him. “Ya got the real deal right in front of ya!”

You placed your cup on your side table. “Is this what all that’s about?” You asked. “Honestly, Mammon, you’re such a child.” You stepped over behind him.

“I’m not a child! Ya just—AIEEEEE!” Mammon screamed when you dug your fingers into his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides, but it was too late for him.

“What was that?” You asked.

Mammon’s legs immediately gave out from under him, and you followed him to the floor, tickling him all the while. “Heheheheey!! Q-Quihihit it!”

“Not until you admit you’re being childish.”

“I’m nahahat!”

You shrugged. “Then, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling you forever.” Of course, you weren’t actually going to do that. It would be too cruel, not to mention tiring. However, Mammon’s look of pure terror was too funny not to tease.

“Fihihihine FINE!” He shrieked. “I’m being childish! Hahaha! I’m beheheing—wahaait stop plehease!” Mammon began to babble in between giggles.

True to your word, you stopped, leaving Mammon to pant for air on the floor. “You don’t need to show off to me, you know?” You said, brushing his bangs away from his forehead. “I like you just the way you are.” You poked the tip of his nose for good measure.

Mammon flushed, but he still managed to give you the tiniest of nods. “Y-Yeah, I know,” he said.

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Your- no, Our- Scent: Zayne x Reader

Summary: One night, you come home from a long day at work to make a new discovery: The loving partner you've always known to walk with his head high and hide all emotions beneath an icy-cold demeanor seems to be feeling more than just a bit down. But don't you fear, Dr. Zayne! Your beloved knows exactly what you need to feel better and return to your normal healthy, self again, both mentally and physically!

Word Count: 2,960 (lol im so sry if its way too looong)

A/N: Hey, nice to meet you! I'm sure no one knows me yet, but my name is Violet. New in the tickle community. Practically live for LaDS. I hope to get along with all the other authors in this community❤️❤️. Sorry for just barging in like this unannounced! I'll apologize in advance because I know my first ff won't be the best, please feel free to give suggestions since I know everyone has much more experience than me! I will work to improve and try to start posting at least once in a week😅! With this fic about Zayne officially being my first work, I decided to make it more centered on my own personal life. I'm a loner, an extremely introverted quiet homebody. I suffer from depression that leads me into endless holes of emptiness and sadness for no specific reasons. That part of me is kind of what came to shape my fondness for tickling! I hope anyone else going through this can find solace in this fic! Here's to a great future with our boys! (even if LaDS isn't your fave fandom) 🌠❄️🐦‍⬛🐣🍎

P.S. The people I've tagged are just some authors I really look up to cause I admire your works! Thx!

This is a tickle fic btw!

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You've just come back from a long and exhausting day at work at the Hunter's Association. You step into you and Zayne's shared apartment, tiredly walking down the hall towards the bedroom. Pushing open the door, you see Zayne lying on the bed, his face turned towards the large window as he looks out at Linkon City's nightscape. His expression is somewhat empty, emotionless. Something seems wrong. You take a step forward.

Zayne can sense your presence, the atmosphere in the room shifting slightly. He doesn't turn to look at you, not right away. Instead, he continues staring out the window, the silence hanging heavily in the air, broken only by the sound of the soft rain outside.

Eventually, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're back late."

You walk over, putting your purse on the nightstand as you stand by the foot of the bed. "How was your day?"

Zayne finally turns his head, his gaze moving to fix on you. There's a weariness in his eyes, a tiredness that he usually hides behind his usual cool facade. He takes a moment before replying, his voice low and quiet.

"Long. Busy. The hospital, the same as always. And yours?"

You take off your coat and hang it on the nearby chair where Zayne's white doctor's scrubs already sway from the occasional warm breeze from the heater on the floor, getting into the bed next to him. You lie down next to him, both of you just staring up at the ceiling. The room hangs in dullness, a monotonous feeling you don't usually experience when you're with Zayne. "The same. Missions, assigned one after another. Fighting, maybe around seventy Wanderers."

Zayne turns onto his side, facing you. He says nothing for a few moments, just studying your face in the dim light. There's a faint scent of the outside clinging to your skin. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing a drop of rain on your cheek.

"You're damp." His gaze falls on your hunter's uniform, the black and red leather soaked.

You nod. With nothing else to say, you decide on just stating the obvious. "It was raining. A little too much."

Zayne's fingers continue their path down your cheek, lingering for a moment on the soft skin of your jawline before they move to a strand of your wet hair.

"You could've just avoided the downpour, you know. Instead, you chose to come in like this. You'll catch a cold, Y/N."

You turn from the ceiling to look at him. You smile, a lousy attempt at lifting the mood a bit. "Of course. Of course you know that I would run through the rain like a maniac any day than be a sane person and use an umbrella. No matter how long the distance from the Hunter's Association to the bus station."

Zayne can't help but chuckle back softly at your lighthearted comment, his eyes softening as he looks at you. His hand wanders back to your cheek, his touch tender.

"That I do. How could I ever forget my lover's bold and wild personality? How admirable."

His gaze roams over you, his eyes taking in the sight of you in your work outfit. It's a sight he's become quite fond of.

You finally bring a hand to gently caress his cheek with the tips of your fingers. Concern and softness line your face and voice. "What is it, Zayne? Why the long face tonight?" There. You've broached the topic.

He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. It's as if he's savoring the feel of your fingers on his skin, grounding him in the moment.

"It's nothing, dear. Just a long day."

But even as the words leave his mouth, Zayne knows that's only partly true. There's something lingering beneath the surface, something that's been troubling him all day. "Just... work. The usual. Nothing I can't handle."

He shifts a little on the bed, turning onto his back. He's still looking up at the ceiling, the lines on his forehead deepening as his thoughts seem to weigh heavily on his mind.

Your eyes watch Zayne turn away, a soft smile appearing on your lips. Then the smile fades into an indifferent expression as you suddenly push yourself onto your palms and move swiftly, gently straddling him. You look down at him with a teasing yet nonchalant look in your eyes. One hand resting on one side of Zayne's head, your other hand comes down to gently prod at his side. Your voice comes out low but affectionate, teasing him with a poker face. "Oh, is that so?"

Zayne's eyebrows raise in surprise as you suddenly move to hover over him. It's definitely not something he was expecting, though he can't say he's complaining. He doesn't resist, allowing you to get comfortable on top of him. A hint of curiosity flickers in his eyes as he looks up at you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Y/N? Wh-what are y-you doing, l-love?"

You lean down just a bit to look into his eyes with a fond and mocking gaze, your hand continuing to gently tickle his side. The hint of a teasing smile ghosts your lips. "You used my shampoo again, didn't you?"

Zayne can't seem to grasp what you're trying to do, what relevance this has with the situation at hand.

His forehead wrinkles in confusion, look up at you with a sense of bewilderment and curiosity. But the feather-like touches very quickly start to get the best of him. A little too quickly. Zayne can feel the corners of his lips twitching, a slight grin breaking through despite his best efforts to hold it back.

"Wh-at? Your shahampoo? Wh-whahahat does thahat-"

His body involuntarily twitches a little in response to your tickling. Zayne's lips purse, trying to suppress his smile as he looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"A-ahahnd whaht i-if I dahaiid?"

A hint of defensiveness sneaks into his voice. He doesn't deny it, but he's not exactly confessing either. Zayne's eyes narrow slightly as he tries to figure out where this is going.

The nonchalant smile tugging at the corners of your lips grows just a bit as you continue to poke and prod his soft skin. "After I constantly told you not to?"

Zayne''s eyes flicker with a hint of guilt. He's caught, he can't deny it. Your insistence had clearly fallen on deaf ears, but he wasn't expecting you to call him out on it.

"I…m-miahaight have- aha- uused it a t-time or- ahah- two. N-now lehet m-me-"

Zayne's eyes stare up at you. Although his expression is sheepish, teeth briskly biting down on his lower lip in a desperate attempt to suppress his growing smile, he's really trying to find clues in your stoic demeanor, trying to decipher the meaning behind all this.

Your poker face doesn't budge, but the slightly amused look in your eye hints that you could chuckle a bit just about now at Zayne's broken and flustered confession. Your hand delivering another swift poke to his stomach cuts him off. "Would you remind me, Zayne, how many times have we gone through this?"

Zayne flinches slightly at the poke, a small frown forming on his lips. He knows he's in trouble now, but he still tries to play it cool. He sighs, his tone becoming slightly defensive.

"A f-few t-tahahiimes, I- ahaha!- g-guess! Y-Y/N! Wh-What aahare y-you-"

You can't keep yourself from letting out the low chuckle that finally leaves you as you look down at Zayne's confused and giggling expression as he struggles to give in to the temptation to laugh full-on. Your hand quickens a bit, traveling to his chest with teasing touches. "Hmm, is that so?" You hum in a low voice.

Zayne tries his best to maintain his composure, he really does. But the look in your eyes, the way you're straddling him, your hand still gently tickling his side…it's all too much. He can't quite hide the hint of embarrassment in his voice as he giggles, his body jerking sharply underneath you. He glances away, his face flushed.

"S-sthahap! P-plahese! Wh-why d-dahaoes this- Ahaah!-"

It's becoming increasingly difficult for Zayne to maintain his stoic demeanor. You bite back a smile of your own. How cute. Looking into his confused and panicked eyes, your bring your hand lower to his stomach, slipping your hand under his shirt to drag slow, maddening circles around his navel. "Zayne, dear, would you care to answer a question for me? Would you count stealing as a crime?"

Zayne blinks. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Yet at the same time he's wearily aware of where this is all going, and he doesn't like it. He tilts his head a little, eyes flickering curiously amidst his helpless laughter.

"U-uahahm, yes! Y-yes, I w-wahahaould s-say that steahahealing c-could be c-cahahonsidered a c-crime!"

You hum. "Then would you consider yourself an offender? Of course, if the stolen item was the shampoo."

Sylus' expression flickers for a moment, but as much as he hates to admit it, he has no choice but to submit to his deeds. Just any means by which he can get himself out of this situation. He glances away for a moment in an attempt to hide the very quickly rising blush on his cheeks, his lips parted as sweet giggles pour out.

"I-Y-yes! I-i hahave c-committed a g-greahaht c-crime! Y/N! I-I b-beg yhahaour f-forgivenahaess! P-please hahave m-mercyaha!"

You tilt your head, your hand rising higher towards his ribs. "Is that so? Then Zayne, darling, would you kindly tell me what all offenders require?"

Zayne swallows thickly, his eyes darting down to your hand as it moves higher towards his ribs, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes widen with alarm, body squirming and jerking sharply under your touch, but it's too late. There's no escape now.

"N-NoaAha! Pl-pleahase d-doahaon't! Y/N! DHAHAON'T-"

His arms immediately flail, his hands coming up, desperately grabbing, pushing, pulling, doing anything in a hopeless attempt to take hold of your skilled fingers in his. You watch Zayne's face contort, unable to hold back the involuntary spasms of giggles and laughter that overtake him as he struggles underneath you. You can't help the smile that tugs at your own lips at the sight. No matter how much Zayne might lift in the gym or how smart he may be at work, he's helpless right now. Completely helpless. And the best part is, he knows it. Too well.

You're quick to pin one of his arms under your knee and the other down against the bed with one hand as your free hand taunts at the exposed skin of his underarms. You lock eyes with Zayne, his own widening in surprise and panic amidst the helpless giggles that bubble from his mouth. They sparkle with mischief. "That's right. Punishment." You speak as you watch him go crazy, shaking and laughing helplessly the moment your hands come into contact with the sensitive skin.

"W-wahaait! WAIT! Y/N! HaAhAha! Y/N! N-nOt tHerEeAHaHhaha!"

Zayne's body involuntarily spasms. He laughs uncontrollably, his body squirming and twisting on the bed as he desperately tries to free himself, but your hold is too strong.

You simply tilt your head, looking down at him. "Hmm? Not here, you say?"

Sweet, strangled laughter flows from Zayne's mouth, his body jerking and twitching beneath you. His arms twist and pull desperately, but you've got him completely immobilized. At least, in this position, he's too weak to do even a single thing to stop you.

"N-nOhahAhah! S-sToAhahP, pl-plAHehHshese-ahA!"

Something similar to flowers blooms in your chest as you look down at Zayne's brightly lit face. His lips part in the most adorable heart-shaped smile, his eyes shut tight and crinkled with joy. A rosy pink blush stains his cheeks, his hair scattered across the bedsheets as his head shakes back and forth, almost as if trying to get rid of the torturous sensation. As your fingers dance along the tender skin, you open your mouth to speak.

"I'll let you go. On one condition. That you answer my last question."

Zayne writhes under you, going insane at your gentle touch. As your words fall upon his ears, he nods vigorously.

"Y-yAHAhaEes! A-aNAhYthiang! J-jUsT, plEeEHAeaSe, Y/N, st-StoaHOop!"

Your hand travels from his right to his left underarm. "Would you care to tell me, Zayne, why you are so keen on using only my shampoo to wash your hair? There are so many types we buy whenever we go out shopping. Why, then, does only the soap that I use for my hair fall into your hands every time?"

Zayne shrieks, his body jerking and twitching involuntarily. He tries to reply, but all that falls out is more helpless laughter.

"HAahahaAha…! I- I L-liiaHahAke t-the smAheEhell!"

He tries to squirm away, his back arching slightly as he tries to escape your touch, but it's absolutely no use. I hum.

"The smell? Oh, is that so? And are you implying that your shampoo doesn't have a fragrance?"

Zayne nods vigorously, tiny droplets of pure joy beginning to form in the corners of his closed eyes. His voice comes out labored, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath between fits of laughter.

"Y-yEAs! N-nOt tHe s-sSAmAhamE! hAhaHaAa…"

"Not the same? Would you care to tell me why?"

Zayne's eyes water slightly with mirth, completely at your mercy.

"I- b-bECahAuSe it m-mAHahaKes me th-ThIHink of y-yOuo! HaAHha! I-it remiEhEinds m-mE of y-Ahaoyou every t-time I UuhSese i-iT!"

As quickly as it had started, Zayne's playful torture comes to an end, with you bringing your hands to rest on either side of his head as you look down at him. Your eyes soften a little, just enough not to lose the teasing element in your demeanor. You let out a soft chuckle, holding his gaze. Bending down until your head is just a few inches from Zayne's ear as you take a soft inhale, you speak in a low but fond voice.

"Keep using it. It smells better on you."

You lift your head up for a moment to look at Zayne's face with a gaze full of affectionate teasing, the nonchalance never leaving your expression. Then you gently push yourself off him, rolling over to the other end of the bed and pulling the blanket over yourself to look out the window in one swift move, your back turned towards him.

Zayne blinks, completely breathless and dumbfounded. His heaving body relaxing against the bedsheet as he tries to recover from the tickle attack, his mouth falls open slightly, the surprise, shock, and disbelief reflected on his face as he processes what you've just said. Slowly, a small smile appears on his lips, his eyes softening as he turns to look at your back.

A few moments later, you hear the soft rustling of the sheets, and then finally the familiar warmth and comfort of Zayne's body behind yours.

"Is that why you chose this topic? Because you knew it would get me feeling all fuzzy and loved for on the inside? Because you knew it would help me recover from whatever I was feeling down about? Hmm?"

You don't turn around or say anything, letting his words settle in and the silence to give him his answer. Zayne slowly presses his chest up against your back, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He gently nuzzles against your soft hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the familiar scent of his— no, our— shampoo. The rise and fall of our breaths slowly fall into rhythm. For a moment, Zayne just stays there.

Finally, he speaks in a quiet voice.

"You always know just what to say. How do you do it?"

You finally turn around to look up at him. A soft smile ghosts your lips. You lock eyes with him, tenderness and affection taking over your features. Your voice comes out laced with a sense of care, barely a soft whisper. "How do you feel, Zayne?"

Zayne looks down at you, his expression a mixture of tenderness and gratitude. His eyes hold your gaze with a mirrored fondness. His lips part just enough to release a small sigh, his hand coming up to gently caress your cheek.

"Better. So much better."

He pulls you closer, his other hand wrapping around to draw soothing circles on your side, holding you against him. You let his face nuzzle into your silky tendrils again, leaning into his warm embrace. "Much better?"

Zayne nods, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels completely at ease.

"Much better. I don't know how you do it, but you always seem to know exactly what I need to hear in the moment. Exactly what brings me out of the darkness that pulls me in, in a time of need."

Zayne feels a lump form in his throat. He looks down at you with a mix of gratitude and tenderness, as if he never wants to let go. A silent vow to protect you from anything and everything that may ever hurt you, ever dare to try and blow out your candle. Silently thanking the universe for bringing you into his life. He swallows. There's a small pause before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper.

"Y/N. I love you."

You melt into his embrace when you see the former tears of laughter turn into those of tender love, bringing a hand to gently brush them away from Zayne's eyes. "I love you too, Zayne. Very, very much."

He looks down at you, his eyes tracing over your face, taking in every detail as if it's the first time he's seen you. Then he leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Stay with me tonight? I find it easier to sleep when you're by my side and not rushing off to some emergency midnight mission."

Your fingers gently brush across his face, drying Zayne's tears with a tender smile on your own lips. "Always, my love. Always."

@lovelynim @jqnny @strawberriesinbloom @ticklygiggles @fourthavecafe @otomiyaa @wertzunge @ticklish-n-stuff @chibimochii

[strawberriesinbloom]

The Last Bucket

Ler!You x Lee!Jax x Ler!Ragatha

CW: Not much except a lot of tickle torture obvs, threat of bugs at the end, implied swearing

Notes: Jax gives chase, you & Ragatha tease him with baby talk, mostly upper body tickling, Reader is gender neutral and headcanoned to be another plush/doll

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, Jax is such a cutie pie here -w- I promise I'll get to finishing that ler fic of Jax soon!! I just had to get out some of my cuteness aggression on this bunny

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“JAX!!!”

Your voice reverberated from the other room in an angry outburst, after you found out that Jax, in his typical jerkish fashion, had set up a bucket full of water at the door of your bedroom.

“Hey, hey, hey! Is everything okay?” you heard Ragatha's voice pop into your bedroom to check on you, a concerned look painted on her face. Her eye widened when she saw you standing there, soaked, but fuming.

“Oh when I get that @#&$ing rabbit!!” you growled, turning to Ragatha and sighing heavily to try and calm down. But you couldn't, you were all wet and soaked, and you were made of fabric so this wasn't just going to go away so easily! And worst of all, the water was ice cold!

Ragatha chuckled a bit, since your anger was always kind of cute. Especially since you were, well, a small teddy. It was hard for her not to smile at the sight of your adorable eyes.

“Come on, let's get you dried up—”

“No, no no no,” you cut her off, clenching your fists and your jaw, and you stormed past her out of your bedroom. “JAX.”

Jax was sprawled out on the couch, spinning a key in his hand without a care in the world. He seemed all relaxed and comfortable, that bastard.

As soon as you entered the main quarters, he opened an eye to see you standing there, fuming so hard that the water could boil off of you any second.

“Hey there, Pipsqueak! What's gotten you all wet and soaked?” he chortled with that stupid laugh of his, hiding the key behind his back. “Someone throw you in the washing machine on accident~?”

“SOMEONE did alright, and I think I know who that SOMEONE is!” you retorted, then pointed an accusatory finger right at him.

Jax, looking offended and insulted, put his hands up defensively. “Who, me!? Such accusations, I'm wounded!" he declared, putting a hand on his chest. "Squeakers, you know that I would never do such a thing to your poor plush body made of wool and fabric!” He put his hands together as if he was an angel with a halo, blinking his eyes innocently at you.

“UGHH!!” You stomped a frustrated foot, not knowing how you were going to get back at him at all. That is, until you noticed Ragatha had followed you here hastily.

“Y/N!” she called out, then pouted when she saw Jax looking oh-so-innocent with his shit-eating grin and giant dilated pupils, combined with a VERY agitated you. “Jax, apologize to them right now! You know they can't handle water that well!”

Jax just snickered, sitting up on the couch and making a gesture as he talked. “Aw Dollface, you worry too much. They’re fine, look at them! Here, I got an idea.”

He suddenly pulled out a comically large hairdryer, aiming it straight at you with a giant grin. “Heads up, doll!” he declared, then put the hairdryer on full blast.

You yelped as you were blasted with a sudden rush of hot air. It dried you all up, but your expression of shock and surprise was enough to make Jax bust out in laughter.

“YOUHU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!” He cackled, falling back on the couch and putting a hand on his head. “PRICELESS!”

You shook your head, and scowled at the purple rabbit. You didn't appreciate being laughed at, especially not by him. You exchanged glances with Ragatha, who gave you a helpless shrug.

Suddenly, a devious idea crossed your mind, and you smirked at the other doll. You had learned a few days ago that Jax was incredibly ticklish, after reaching for something at the breakfast table and your arm brushed against his side, making him flinch away from you. At the time, you brushed the thought of it off.

But now… You were so glad you remembered.

Ragatha smirked back at you, catching your drift after you made a clawing motion with your hand and motioned to him. She nodded, and made a gesture to communicate to you that she'll catch him for you.

Jax had finally stopped laughing just in time to catch Ragatha's gesture. His smile disappeared, replaced with a look of confusion and concern as he looked between the two of you. You both shifted your evil gazes back at him, and now he was a little scared.

“...Why are you both looking at me like that?” he asked defensively, sitting up again and preparing to get up from the couch.

Ragatha cracked her knuckles, and slowly began to approach him like a cat locking in on their prey. Jax’s heart raced faster the closer she got, then he yelped in surprise and scrambled off of the couch when she tried to pounce on him. Just in time, leaving Ragatha with an arm full of pillows. “Wh-What—!!”

He squealed in terror and hightailed it out of there as fast as he could in a random direction once he realized what was going to happen.

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” Ragatha exclaimed, running after him, and you followed close behind.

Jax was pretty fast, being a tall and lanky rabbit gave him a giant advantage over you two. His strides were wide, and you and Ragatha were quickly falling behind. This made him let out a cocky laugh, looking behind him to see you two begin to slow down a little.

“HAH! Later, suckers!” he laughed, then yelped in surprise when he realized he wasn't watching where he was going.

His feet locked in a braking position, making the sound of tires screeching as he stopped just in time before he accidentally ran into a wall. Now, he was cornered, with nowhere to go, and he slowly backed away from you guys as you approached him with menacing glares.

“Okay, okay, Squeakers, Dollface, i-it was a joke!” he chuckled nervously, his ears flopping downwards. “Y-You know I'd never hurt you on purpose, come on, we're best friends you and I! We can talk about tHIS— ACK!!!”

Jax didn't have time to finish his little speech as Ragatha immediately tackled him to the floor. She grabbed his arms and pinned him to the ground, sitting on top of his elbows.

“GET OVER HERE, QUICK!!” she called out to you, and you didn't hesitate to immediately leap on his waist and sit yourself down there so he couldn't escape.

“I've got you now, rabbit,” you chuckled sinisterly, cracking your knuckles in preparation as you grinned down at him. “Are you ready for your punishment, Jaxy boy?”

Jax was still in a bit of a daze from being knocked down, but he shook his head in surprise at what you said. “P-Punishment!?” he chuckled nervously, and started to have a clue where this was going. “You're not going to—”

“Oh yes I am~” you giggled, then dug your fingers into his sides, pinching them over and over and listening to his delightful shrieks of laughter. “Tickle, tickle~”

“No no— NOHOHO!!” Jax cackled, his feet helplessly thumping against the ground as he tried to squirm to no avail. Since when were the girls this strong!? “PLEHEHEASE DON'T— DOHOHON’T!!” he pleaded, kicking and thumping his feet as his only way to instinctively try and get away from the invasive touches.

“Awww is the wittwe bunny wabbit tickwish~?” you teased him with your best baby talk voice, and his cheeks visibly flushed in embarrassment, much to your delight as your fingers crawled to his belly. “Look at your adorable tummy, tickle tickle~”

“SHUHUT THE @#$& UHUHUP!!”

Ragatha laughed at how embarrassed Jax seemed to be at this point, holding his arms up effectively so he couldn't fight back at all. All he could do was squirm and laugh helplessly as he endured your punishment for his stupid pranks.

“Ragatha?” you asked sweetly, giving her your best pleading eyes, blinking innocently as your fingers continued to scritch and scramble all over his belly. “I don't think he's learned his lesson yet, can you get his underarms for me?”

“NO!! NO SHE CAHAHAN’T!!” Jax shrieked with the idea, his squirming getting way worse as he tried to free himself from this torture. “I'M SORRYHY!! PLEHEASE PLEASE I'M SORRYHYHY!!”

But alas, Ragatha just giggled and used her legs to firmly pin his arms in place.

“Of course! Anything for you, sweetheart,” she answered, and started to wiggle her index fingers into his exposed underarms.

“No no no, don't you dare don't you DAHAHARE!!” Jax howled even louder in laughter as the tickles doubled their intensity on his poor squirming body, and he felt tears begin to spill out of his eyes. “RAHAHAGATHAHAHA YOU @#&$ING @#?$&!!” he cackled and pleaded with you both, pressing his eyes closed and leaning his head back. “PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!! I CAN'T—I cahan't— Ahahah!! I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIT!!”

He gasped for air, his chest rising and falling quickly, but he wasn't able to catch his breath fully as your fingers crawled all the way up to his ribs, making him descend into a fit of giggles and squirms.

"Awwe look at the poor bunny wabbit trying to break free~" you cooed, your fingers dancing up and down his ribs, amusing yourself with his tickle torture. This is what he gets for making your life a big fat joke at your expense.

"He's just so adorably ticklish, isn't he~" Ragatha teased as well, her fingers tickling his underarms. She knew he was going to get his karma after a while, and for him this might be the most effective kind. "Does it tickle here~?" she chuckled.

"Or here~?" you giggled, poking your fingers between his sides and his ribs, giving your fingers a good vibration to make him wheeze out a good fit of laughter for you.

Jax was trying to squirm like crazy, desperately trying to get away from your tickling fingers. He couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably as his sides and underarms were tickled mercilessly.

"Nohoho!! Stop— Dohon't! Don't you DAHAHARE!!” he broke in another fit of laughter when your fingers just went back to his belly. “DON'T PLEHEASE!! Ahahahaha!! Plehehease ANYWHERE but THEHEHERE— Ahahaha!!”

"D'awwe look at the wabbit giggling like a little baby~" you laughed, your fingers mercilessly tickling him all along his stomach and the sides of his stomach, as Ragatha's went down to start poking at the spot between his ribs and armpits.

"Maybe we can get a few tickles outta him here too~" Ragatha played along with the baby talk with a laugh, using her index finger to poke back and forth between that spot and his armpits.

Jax was now a trembling, giggling mess. He couldn't form coherent sentences anymore, the tickling was driving him crazy.

You chuckled at how genuinely adorable he looked blushing so hard and giggling so much. Who knew this stupid purple bunny could be so damn cute? You shifted down a little, and decided to start gently tickling his inner thighs, using your fingers to pinch and poke at this newfound sensitive area.

"No more no mohohore!!” he giggled, not having the energy left to keep up the shrieking. His strength diminished a little, which turned his squirming into just quivers and twitches. His legs were shaking as your fingers tickled his inner thighs, and he couldn't even think clearly anymore, wondering if this will ever end. “Plehehease! Ahahaha— I'll dohoho whateveheher— Ahahaha!! I’ll do whatever you wahahan’t!!”

“Aww but I'm having so much fun, bunny~” you chuckled at how desperate he was getting, resorting to begging and reasoning with you and Ragatha at this point.

“Yeah, why stop when instead we can just watch you giggle until you drop~?" Ragatha added, giggling as well at his growing desperation.

Tears streamed down his face from all the laughter and the tickling. But it didn't seem like you two had any intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Merchyhy mercyhy!! Haha— Plehehease I beheheg youhuhu!!” he giggled out, opening his eyes and trying to look up at you and Ragatha to plead you to stop tickling him. “I'm going crazyhyhy— Aahahahaha!!”

You grinned, now almost satisfied with his state from all your tickles. “Aww you want mercy, cottontail~?” you asked him with a devious grin on your face, moving back up to scribble your fingers wherever you could on his belly and sides.

Jax nodded quickly as he giggled, desperate for any chance to make it stop. “Yes yes!! Yehes mercyhy plehehease!!”

“Look at his adorable pleading eyes~ Should we give him mercy, Ragatha?" you asked the other doll, not letting your fingers stop for even a second.

"Yes yes!! Please please plehehease— ahahaha!!" Jax whined, looking up at Ragatha.

“Not until he apologizes to you for the water bucket~” Ragatha replied, looking down at him again.

“Ahahaha!! I'm sorryhyhy!!” he squealed through his giggles, drumming his feet against the floor, and pressing his eyes closed. “I wohohon’t do it agahahahain!!”

“Do you mean it, bunny?” you asked, pinching his sides a little harder.

“YEHES!!” he cackled, looking up at you with his best pleading eyes. “Yes yes yehehes!! I mehean ihihit!! I mehean it— ahahaha!!”

You gave him one last final scribble to make him squeal through his giggling, before pulling your fingers away. Ragatha did the same, and you both sat on top of him as he began to gulp air like he's been drowning in laughter.

“@#&$ you two…” he murmured, panting strongly.

“What was that~?” You wiggled your index fingers towards his armpits, and he squealed, his eyes widening in fear as he flinched.

His face flushed again with your teasing, and you snickered in amusement, pulling your hands away. However, in the back of your mind, you wondered if this was even a punishment for him at all, since his expression shifted not to relief, but to disappointment for a split second at the fact you two stopped.

“I promised Gangle I'd be meeting her now, Y/N, you think you got him?” Ragatha asked, looking up at you. You nodded in response, and she beamed, carefully getting off of Jax's arms. “Perfect, see you two later!”

Jax hugged himself as soon as Ragatha got off, rubbing his sides and ribs and looking in a random direction. His pupils then darted to stare at you, and he heaved a sigh to catch his breath.

“... Aren't you gonna get off, too?” he murmured after Ragatha had left the room.

“This wasn't a punishment, was it?” You cocked a brow, staring back at him and crossing your hands. His eyes widened anxiously and his face flushed again, which made you laugh.

“Yes, yes it was, w-what the heck are you t-talking about!?” he sputtered, but his expression betrayed him. “It was torture!!”

“Sure it was,” you giggled, booping the center of his face where his nose would be, in which he retaliated by smacking your hand away.

You finally got off of him so he could have a chance to stretch and curl himself up, and so you can stretch your back too. You looked down at him with a soft smirk.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” he grunted, regaining his energy to stand up and shivering a bit with the memory of your fingers on his body. He shot you a threatening glare, “You tell anyone about this, next time it'll be a bucket full of cockroaches. Got it, Squeaks?”

Your smirk remained even with his threat, and you shrugged, turning to walk away. “Sure, long ears,” you snickered, leaving your answer vague to strike a little bit of anxiety in him. After all, it was about time you humbled this rabbit.

[strawberriesinbloom]

Fairy Light Flurries

Zayne/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: You pick Zayne up from work and relax in your apartment together. Unfortunately for Zayne, your mischievous tendencies can be a bit distracting.

Word Count: 4,098

A/N: Hello, @ticklygiggles!! I was your @squealing-santa this year. :) I hope you enjoy this silly little fic.

This is a tickle fic btw!

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As you stood near the front entrance of Akso Hospital, you stared at your phone, spamming your favorite doctor with several text messages to announce your presence. You knew Zayne wouldn’t answer your messages for a while, even though his shift ended a few minutes ago. He was a hard worker, which you admired about him.

A cold breeze cut through the air, and you shivered, drawing your coat closer to your body. Tiny snow flurries scattered throughout the air, dusting your wool hat with white snowflakes. Some of them caught onto your eyelashes. You blinked them away.

Downtown was quite pretty during this time of year. Fairy lights were strung along the buildings, emitting a warm, yellow glow. Some were multi-colored, and others had lights that changed color each second. Red, green, and white banners and garlands wrapped around the light poles.

It was quiet out here save for the occasional sound of a car passing through. You supposed most people didn’t want to be outside when it was so cold. Another breeze passed through. You didn’t blame them.

Your phone buzzed.

You didn’t even get to read the notification before a soft, deep voice sighed behind you.

“You could have waited inside of the lobby, you know?” Zayne shook his head as he stepped closer to you. Snow crunched under his shoes. “Or my office.” He wore a large, brown jacket over his outfit. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

You laughed. “Yeah, but this is more romantic, isn’t it?” You held out your arms to your sides. “The snow. The lights. It’s so pretty out here. I couldn’t help it.”

Zayne puckered his lips. If you didn’t know better, you would have said it almost looked like he was pouting. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He readjusted your hat, making sure it covered your ears. “I can’t believe the Hunters Association is forcing you to work during the holidays.”

“I could say the same thing for you,” you said, pulling at his scarf. Not expecting you to do that, Zayne took an awkward step forward. You evened out the ends before forming a loop and tying it up, so it held closer against his neck. You smiled at his surprised expression and pinched his cheek.

“I chose to work this week,” he said quietly.

“Me too.”

Zayne shot you a quiet smile. You both were workaholics, practically married to your respective jobs. Despite the surface-level differences, you and Zayne were very much alike–at least in that regard.

“Come,” he said, jerking his head to the side. “I’ll drive you home.”

You took his hand as he led you to his car. Zayne always parked in the same spot, so you didn’t need him to lead you, but you just wanted an excuse to hold his hand. He wasn’t wearing gloves, but his hands were still surprisingly warm. How did he manage that?

“Home?” you repeated with a snort. “Do you mean yours or mine?”

Zayne hummed as he opened the passenger side of the door. You sat inside, shivering when your body came in contact with the leather seats. “Your choice,” he said. He closed the door and entered the driver’s side, swiftly starting the car.

You tapped your index finger against your lip. “Mine,” you answered after a while. “I want you to stay the night.”

“Sounds good,” Zayne said as he drove out of the parking lot.

A few minutes into the drive, you rested your chin against your palm. The colorful lights seemed to blur into one as you passed by. You were tempted to press your cheek against the window, but you knew it would be freezing, so you held yourself back.

“How was work?” you asked, simply wanting to fill the air with something. It didn’t matter what you and Zayne talked about. You just liked being with him.

Zayne took a moment to respond, as though he was recalling what happened today. “It was fine,” he finally said.

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “That’s it?”

Zayne shrugged. “Not every day can be as interesting as yours.” The hint of a laugh tinged the end of his sentence. “How was work for you?”

“Oh, you know, nothing much,” you said while straightening your posture. “I just saved a mother and daughter from a Wanderer attack.” You flexed your muscles. “No biggie.”

“My hero,” Zayne said. For a second, you thought he was being sarcastic, but his tone sounded strangely sincere.

Unsure what to do with this change in atmosphere, you stared at your lap. “I like waiting for you when you’re done with work,” you said quietly, changing the subject. You knew it was a sudden shift, but you didn’t know what else to say. “It’s the favorite part of my day.”

“Mine too,” Zayne answered.

“Really?” you asked with a slight chuckle.

Zayne spared you a singular glance. Your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, really,” he said. You smiled warmly. You were about to say something else when Zayne interrupted. “We’re here.”

You perked up. “We are?” You looked around and, indeed, you and Zayne were in the parking lot of your apartment complex. “Wow, that was fast.”

Zayne laughed in response. “How time flies.” He stepped out of the car.

Before he could open the passenger door for you, you stepped out and slammed the door shut. Zayne didn’t respond but you did catch him frowning slightly. You stopped his chance to be a gentleman. Hopefully, he didn’t mind too much. You skipped over to him and grabbed his arm as you walked over to your apartment.

There wasn’t any snow or ice on the pavement. The road crew must have come earlier to salt the streets and parking lots. That was good. You wouldn’t have to worry about Zayne slipping and falling. You knew his fancy dress shoes weren’t built for this weather unlike your sturdy boots.

The heat hit you at full blast the second you entered the lobby. It felt comforting–like someone wrapping a large, fluffy blanket around your body.

“I have some spare pajamas in the guest room,” you explained, making your way over to the elevator. “You can take those.” The doors opened with a ding and you stepped inside.

Zayne smiled as he pressed the button to your floor. “They’re my size?”

“Of course,” you said. “It’s always good to be prepared.” You shook your shoulders. “I learned that from a certain doctor.” When the elevator opened, you stepped out and walked over to your room.

The moment you unlocked it and stepped inside, Zayne leaned over and hugged you. You nestled your nose into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled like peppermint, and his skin felt smooth to the touch. You kissed his jaw, and Zayne pressed his lips against your cheek. While you wouldn’t call Zayne shy per se, he was definitely the type to be reserved when it came to public displays of affection. It was cute.

“I missed you,” he muttered against your skin.

You giggled and tried to pull away. He pulled you back into his embrace for a few more seconds until he finally let you go. His hands lingered on your upper arms as his thumbs softly caressed you.

“Me too,” you said. With a split second of hesitation, Zayne pulled back to start unbuttoning his jacket. You tugged his sleeve. “Wait, let me get that for you.” He stilled, and you helped him peel off his jacket. You hung it on the coat rack next to the front door with a short flourish.

Taking a quick peek in his pockets, you noticed he had one of those hand-warming packets in there. That sneaky doctor. No wonder his hands were so warm earlier. You wondered if he did that on purpose, knowing you would try to hold his hand. Zayne’s thoughtfulness always made your lips curve into a small, appreciative grin. He tried to be subtle with these things, but you knew how much he truly cared for you.

“Thank you,” Zayne said as he untied his scarf and placed it next to his jacket on the rack.

“Go get changed,” you said. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”

Zayne nodded and went to the guest room. You stepped into your bedroom to change into your nightwear before heading to the kitchen and opening the last cabinet on the right. Way in the back was the matching snowman mugs you got for the both of you last year. They were meant to be used for special occasions, and sharing a warm drink in your abode counted, at least, in your opinion.

A part of you wanted to make hot chocolate from scratch, but after the long day of work you had, the mere thought of it made you want to pass out. You had to settle for the instant packet stuff instead.

It didn’t take long for you to prepare the mugs of hot chocolate considering how all you had to do was microwave some milk and stir in the powder. Zayne came up from behind you while you were in the middle of stirring. He had changed fairly quickly. The light blue pajama set suited him. He placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them.

“You should add a pinch of sugar in mine,” Zayne said. He pressed the side of his head against your ear. You could hear him swallow at the end of his sentence.

“Sugar?” you repeated. “This is the powder stuff. It’s already sweet,” you clarified, thinking that Zayne would see the error in his ways.

Zayne glanced at the open box of instant hot chocolate on the counter. “I know,” he said. “It’s just a pinch.”

You should have known. Zayne’s proclivity for sweets had no bounds. Just as he asked, you added a spoonful of sugar to his mug (and then another when he gave you puppy dog eyes). He would have denied it if asked directly, but you knew what he was like.

With your mugs of hot chocolate, you and Zayne sat in the living room. “Do you have any preferences?” you asked as you picked up the remote. You turned on the television and scrolled through the wide array of movies.

“Not particularly,” he said, sipping on his drink.

“Alright.”

You played a random holiday movie that was featured on the front page of the streaming platform. From its summary, it seemed like a decent watch: a meet-cute romance between a hunter and a businessman. Apparently, the hunter teaches the businessman about the magic of the holidays. You settled next to Zayne once the music began to play. He lazily laid his arm around your back.

The beginning of the movie was cute, but your mind began to wander halfway through. As the movie droned on, your eyelids started to droop down. All your hours spent awake working and saving the day were beginning to catch up to you. You were almost finished with your drink by now.

Placing your mug on the coffee table, you leaned into Zayne’s side. He hummed and set down his mug next to yours before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and lying down, dragging you down with him.

“What?” you asked as you awkwardly fell over him. You shuffled around until you were lying down on his side, pressed against him and the back pillow of the couch.

Zayne kissed the top of your head. “You’re feeling tired, are you not?” The gentle drum of his heartbeat almost lulled you directly to sleep. He lowered his voice, so it was barely above a whisper. “You can sleep. Don’t worry.”

You turned your head to the side, nuzzling your nose against his chest. “Okay,” you said with a yawn. “Tell me how the movie ends.”

You hugged his side, your arm worming underneath the small of his back. You sighed as the movie became nothing more than background noise. The rise and fall of Zayne’s chest kept you steady. Every so often, his breath tickled your cheeks. You smiled, your fingers flexing against his back.

Zayne stiffened, and you raised your head slightly. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Zayne said, petting the top of your head. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered into your ear.

“Are you sure?” you asked. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You tried to pull your arm from underneath him, but it was stuck–pinned against the couch by his weight.

Zayne squirmed, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s just…” Zayne stopped when he saw your expression. You weren’t going to let this go, and he knew it. Zayne bit his lip, his ears suddenly flushing red. “It just tickles. A bit.”

You propped yourself up on your other arm. “Does it?” Experimentally, you curled your fingers, watching in awe as Zayne arched his back. That allowed you to pry your arm from under him. He gave you a pleading expression–like he was begging you to drop your discovery, but how could you?

“Please–” Zayne said, cutting himself off when you clasped his side and squeezed it. “I’m not th–that ticklish…” He bit his bottom lip as you dragged your nails over his stomach. His abs tensed under your feather-light touch. “…so you caha–!!”

Zayne gasped as you suddenly launched your attack across his stomach just above his belly button. He scrunched up his nose, refusing to laugh. He was always so stubborn. You moved over, so you were now sitting on his lap.

“I think you’re more than ‘a bit’ ticklish,” you said.

His lips were caught in an awkward half-smile that he was desperately trying to keep at bay. Zayne grabbed your wrists, temporarily stopping your pursuits. “Don’t you want to finish the movie?” he asked with the tiniest bit of desperation at the edge of his voice. His fingertips quivered against your skin. Even though you weren’t tickling him anymore, he was still trembling.

“This is much more interesting than some movie.” You pulled your hands out of his grip and latched onto his hips. Zayne bucked up on instinct, and you laughed as he almost bounced you into the air. “Wouldn’t you agree?” You massaged the skin, taking care to dig deeper at the spots that made him jerk especially hard.

His eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to stop himself from succumbing to your touch, but you were far, far too powerful. “I–ehehehmhm…” Zayne giggled breathily. It was satisfying to see him break albeit a little. He seemed to be at a loss for words, his cheeks dusting a light pink. His smile, now much wider, wobbled slightly.

Zayne was still trying to half-heartedly stop your devious hands, but it felt more like a kitten pawing at your arms than anything else. You wondered if that was his way of allowing you to keep going. Surely if he genuinely wanted you to stop, he would have put his foot down by now. Alas, Zayne was putty in your hands. You were one of his few weaknesses.

Your fingers slowly wandered up his torso as they made their way to his ribs. Zayne jumped, clamping his arms to his sides. This seemed to be a much more sensitive area, which you took to your full advantage. “Is this a bad spot, Dr. Zayne?” you asked in a light-hearted tone. “Are you too ticklish for your own good?” You clawed at the soft skin in between the grooves of his ribs.

If you were particularly evil, you might have even tried to tickle him underneath his shirt, but you were feeling a little merciful today.

Zayne squeezed his eyes shut, seemingly no longer able to look at you. “Behehe quiehehet!” he suddenly cackled. “Dohohon’t tickle me there! Eheheh!” He grabbed at your upper arms but didn’t try too much to stop you. Even though you were nowhere near his hips, they still jerked and flinched with every new spot you explored.

“So I can tickle you somewhere else, then?” you teased.

“Nohoho!” he gasped out. Zayne turned his head from side to side as he attempted to wiggle out from underneath you. It was no use, however. You were simply too determined. “Stahahap!”

His laughter was deep and almost husky, peppered with the occasional gasp or winded yelp. It was beautiful. Zayne twitched and jumped with each poke and prod. He was so sensitive. It enamored you. You wished Zayne would laugh like this more often. The sound needed to be captured in a bottle and tossed out to the sea for everyone to have a chance to hear.

“You’re so beautiful, Zayne,” you said softly.

You wondered what Zayne would have said if you weren’t tickling the life out of him. He tossed his head back and cackled when you started digging your fingers deep into the soft fleshy parts of his sides. “Ahahahaha! I–I cahahan’t–!” He squealed, squirming from side to side. “I cahan’t tahahahahake it anymore!” Zayne tried to curl up into a ball, but he couldn’t do that with you sitting on his legs.

“Do that again!” you said, trying to elicit that same squeaky squeal. You dragged your nails up and down his sides, but you weren’t as lucky this time. Oh well.

“This ihihihis too muhuhuch!” Zayne managed to giggle out. He kicked his legs out from underneath you, but you held yourself steady. “Hhh…ehehey!” His shirt rode up a bit, revealing a sliver of rosy pale skin. A slight sheen of sweat glistened against his toned stomach, and you realized that you were, indeed, evil. Very evil.

You targeted his exposed skin. Your fingertips immediately latched onto his bare stomach, tickling him there. His muscles flexed instinctively underneath your touch. You dug your thumbs into his soft warm skin, and he jumped. The way his stomach shuddered with each gasp of breath in between wild laughter made you want him more. You could simply devour him.

Not wanting to go too far, you slowed down. Now, you were lightly dragging your fingers up and down the sides of his stomach. “I like hearing your laughter,” you said quietly, “It’s lovely.” You were barely speaking above a murmur, so you weren’t sure if he could hear you much less understand your words.

“Hehehmmhmm…” Tiny droplets of tears clung to Zayne’s eyelashes, sparkling under the soft overhead light. It took him a moment to realize what you just said, but when he did, Zayne flushed a nice shade of red. His cheeks twitched as residual snickers spilled past his lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled awkwardly. You didn’t blame him. It was an odd compliment considering the circumstances. It was nice seeing him all embarrassed. Zayne shifted slightly, staring off to the side. “I uhahahAHAHA!”

Unfortunately, that little moment of peace had to come to an end because you were once again overcome with the same ruthless mood that started this mess. You began tickling his armpits. He flinched–hard. It didn’t take long for you to find a spot at the very center of his underarms that made him cackle. Your thumbs drilled directly into his armpits, and you snickered at the way he jolted.

“Whoa,” you said in between your own giggles.

“WAHAHAIT!” he practically screamed. “Not thehehehere! Nohot thehereee…!” Zayne managed to flip himself over on his side even though you had been sitting on his legs. Huh. You sat on your knees, hovering over his lower body. He crossed his arms to his chest, effectively blocking you from tickling him. “Ehehehe,” he giggled.

“Come on, please, Zayne?” you asked. “Just five more minutes?” You tried to lift his arm, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No,” Zayne said, slightly out of breath.

You puckered your lips. “What? You can’t handle a little bit of tickling?” You poked down the length of his arm with each word. “Are you too ticklish?”

He shivered. “I’m not–” Zayne began to protest before he thought better of it. He puffed out his cheeks and corrected himself. “I’m not that ticklish.”

You pressed your index finger into his cheek. “I beg to differ.”

“Be quiet.”

You chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.”

“Cute,” Zayne repeated under his breath. “That isn’t a word most people would use to describe me.”

“Well, most people don’t know you the way I do.”

Brushing his bangs out of the way, you leaned down and kissed his temple. His forehead was a bit damp. Probably from sweat. Oops.

Zayne closed his eyes and nodded. Then, to your surprise, he lifted his arm. “Five more minutes,” he said quietly. He glanced at you for a brief second before diverting his attention elsewhere. His ears were redder than you had ever seen them.

You blinked. You blinked again. You were tempted to scoop Zayne in a hug and kiss him repeatedly, but you couldn’t waste this opportunity. Your heart pounded in your chest. Who knew when you would get this chance again?

You reached over and–

Zayne flinched, bringing his arm down before you got close to his underarm. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered under his breath. He repositioned himself, so he was lying down on his back, again.

“I’m surprised most people don’t call you cute,” you said, pinning his arm above his head. “They’re really missing out on this side of you.”

You lightly dragged the tips of your nails around his underarm, and Zayne’s body went rigid. He bit the inside of his cheek to probably stop himself from breaking into laughter right away, but the way he puckered his lips and scrunched up his face told you everything you needed to know.

Zayne let out an odd, strangled hum, and you knew he was done for. “Aha–ahAHAhaha!” He hiccuped before his laughter softened into sweet giggles.

“Aw, you’re so–”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence because of Zayne’s abrupt cackle when you started clawing at his armpit. “Eeehehahh…HAHA!”

“That was a weird noise,” you said. You prodded at his sensitive skin, wiggling and swirling your thumbs against it as much as you could.

“Shhhehehahaha…shut uhuhuhp!” His free arm lightly batted away at you, but you didn’t let that deter you.

You puckered your lips into a fake pout. “Seriously, Zayne? How rude.” You dug your fingers into his armpit.

You loosened your grip on Zayne’s arm, and it immediately came crashing down, pressing it up against himself. You took this as an opportunity to tickle his other underarm, as well. You quickly spidered your fingers, targeting any spot you could manage.

“AHAHA! Wahahait! Wahait!” The corners of Zayne’s eyes crinkled as he tossed his head to the side, filling the room with the melodious sound of his laughter. “St-stahaHAHAP! I cahahan’t take it! I’m seriOUS! Hahaha!”

Zayne grabbed your hands, prying you off of him. Deciding to be nice, you stopped. You stole a quick kiss from his lips, which was still quirked up in a wide, sappy grin. He sighed as his chest heaved up and down. His chest trembled while he tried to catch his breath.

“You good?” you asked.

Zayne nodded breathlessly. His fingers twitched at his sides. For a moment, you thought he was going to exact his revenge before he grabbed your shoulders. He pulled you down, and you clumsily fell on him with a soft gasp. He liked doing this to you, didn’t he?

“Don’t tease me anymore,” he said into your ear. His voice was slightly weak with just a hint of a pant. He pulled you into a hug, embracing you with two strong arms. “I don’t think I will be able to handle it tonight.” His warm breath brushed against the shell of your ear. You shivered.

You smiled against his collarbone. “I’ll try not to,” you said, cuddling him. “No promises, though.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Hmm…love you, Zayne,” you whispered into his shirt.

“I love you, too.” He kissed your forehead.

You closed your eyes with a small, content sigh. Zayne’s warmth and peppermint fragrance soothed you. His steady breathing slowed down into long, deep exhales. His chest rose and fell against you, bringing your head up and down with him. You hummed. The witty reply in the back of your mind soon dissipated into nothing but flurries and fairy lights.

Somewhere in the background, the movie finished with the two romantic leads caught in a passionate kiss outside in the snow.

[strawberriesinbloom]

ALSO IT’S NOVEMBER, but I have a couple of ideas for tickletober that I haven’t posted, yet. I hope I’ll get to them soon!!

[strawberriesinbloom]

Hey Magic Maker! This is Crow delivering a message regarding Squealing Santa this year :D Your registration for Squealing Santa 2024 is now confirmed! Thank you for filling out the form! All you have to do for now is sit tight and get keen for Fandom Registration - which opens on November 4th at midnight AEST! Feel free to send in questions/comments/queries at any time, and I’ll get back to you when I can :D (apologies for sending an ask from my main account, tumblr has deactivated DMs for the squealing Santa account and my main)

Thank you, tumblr.com for showing me this ask a month after it had been sent

[strawberriesinbloom]

Im not sure if you are writing RN coz my app isn't working and it's being rlly laggy so I can't scroll on the page and stuff but if you are writing can you write one abt obey me and the reader where the reader gets attacked instead???? Ofc don't do it if you are busy and stuff but yea.. your fics are so gooddddd 😭🙏🏼🍊

Omg thank you so much, but I’m actually not that interested in writing fics where the reader gets tickled :( It’s just not my cup of tea!! I’m sorry!!!!!

[strawberriesinbloom]

Hi! May I ask if you’re going to continue writing Obey Me! Fics? I livvve for your tickle fics heLP /gen /pos

Have a good day/night!

Yes, I will continue writing for Obey Me :) it’s still my fave game right now!! I will still write for it, don’t worry.

[strawberriesinbloom]

I’m upset about Obey Me ending, but I never post on here, so can I really be all that upset?

[strawberriesinbloom]

Thank you for all your obey me tickletober fics! I haven't had time to read through them yet but I've seen them in the tag and look forward to reading them when I get the chance! I've read your older fics and enjoyed them so I know that I will enjoy these too 😊

AWWWW THANK YOU

You are so sweet anon!!! I hope you enjoy them :) I know I’ve been spamming the tags recently, so I feel a little bad, but tysm!!