#blue lock tickle hcs

[ticklish-n-stuff]

How Team Z members react to you telling them you like being tickled

Isagi:

"Huh...?"

His face goes up in flames and you're like ??? I'm supposed to be the flustered one here???

At first he's quite stunned (as in he's in absolute aww and can't take it), but once he eventually calms down he's excited to try out this newfound information.

Very fired up to find all of your spots, it's almost terrifying-

Bachira:

Bold of you to tell the one dude with a literal monster inside him.

"That means I can tickle you whenever?!"

Please he looks so excited at the mere thought, how can you say no to that??

Usually asks if he can tickle you, but sometimes he'll just yell "Tickle attack!" and just go ham.

"Your reactions are hilarious! We should do this more often~"

Chigiri:

"That so, huh?"

He seems pretty neutral about it, until he's not lmao

It's like tickle monster Chigiri gets awakened and he loves to chase you around

He'll give you a head start, only to then quickly catch up and just pounce.

"You like that?~"

Smug bastard. Will never let you live it down

Kunigami:

Finds it very endearing, but won't comment on it much as to not embarrass you even further

Now whenever he sees you're sad or whatever, he will tickle a smile onto your face like the hero he is

But will also tease you... like a lot. Won't hesitate to poke your sides or squeeze your hips as he's passing by.

His presence always keeps you on your toes

Gagamaru:

At first glance, you can't tell what he's thinking considering his never changing face (but that just makes him cute)

"So... that means I can tickle you?"

You wanted to die right there and then, but eventually you give a hesitant nod.

He's quick to try it out, and asks lots of questions too.

"Is this spot ticklish? What if I do this? Oh you snorted, then I must be doing a good job, etc."

It usually ends with you looking like a tomato

Raichi:

"Huh??? Why the hell you telling me that?"

He will never admit it, but finds it very adorable.

He'll make up whatever excuse he can to tickle you.

"Stay still. I gotta release my anger somehow~"

Enjoys making you shriek in happy laughter, but never pushes you past your limits.

Igarashi:

Cue evil 'lil gremlin face

"Well now I HAVE to tickle you!~"

Before you can react, you're a squealing pile of mush under his wiggly fingers.

"Haha! You're so cute! We should do this again sometime~"

K.O.

You both look forward to it

Kuon (fucking bitch):

At first, he's not sure on what to do with this information. Until he catches one of the other members tickling you and it's like grrrr ler mood grrrr

When you least expect it, he'll walk up behind you and slowly work his way around your tickle spots.

Your reactions only entice him to keep tickling you

"I'm not stopping anytime soon...~"

Naruhaya

The urge to call him Nakahara- (head empty, only Chuuya)

Anywayss, when you initially tell him he acts pretty cool about it, but it's all a font!

He will take it upon himself to jump on you whenever and wherever and just worm his fingers wherever he can reach.

And then walks away like nothing happened, while you try to process wtf just happened

Imamura:

"Aww really? So you like it when I do this?~"

His fingers are quick to explore your tickle spots, giving quick pokes and scribbles.

Now whenever he's bored, he'll casually ask you "So... are you in a mood?~"

And the moment you give him the ok it's bye bye sanity/pos

lemon:

Finds it really cute, and will tell it to your face

He doesn't try to tease you, but just can't help but gush about how adorable you are

Will always ask if he can tickle you and looks forward to finding new cute reactions

[intheticklecloset]

hi!! i saw your hc requests were open and was wondering if you could do any with lee!isagi and ler!bachira? your last few fics with them have just,, made me so happy and i need to know more on how bachira teases him and gets to his worst spots!! thank you!

BachIsagi Headcanons

SO. Obviously Bachira gives off HUGE ler energy, right? Add Isagi to the equation and he just can't help himself! 😈

Thankfully Isagi doesn't mind being tickled in general, even less so when it's Bachira doing it. He gets a different kind of butterflies when it's him messing around~

The cool thing about Bachira is that he can be a different kind of tickler for different kinds of situations, meaning he can be gentle if desired, but also RUTHLESS if he's feeling particularly mischievous!

Most of the time he tickles Isagi in the spur of the moment, just because he feels like it. Isagi smirked at him? Tickles! He made a great shot? Tickles! He was getting really hyped up for a game? TICKLES! There's really no rhyme or reason to it - it's just whatever feels best in the moment.

But when he's in a Mood(tm)? Things are different.

It didn't take him long to figure out Isagi's ribs and feet are his worst spots, so the discovery phase is long out of the way. But the teasing phase? That lasts FOREVER.

When he's really in a mood to mess with Isagi, he's very slow and methodical about it, kind of lightly hovering around his worst spots and being all "ooh, you must be REALLY ticklish here if you're giggling already!" (knowing full well what he's doing)

Isagi's responses to this kind of teasing vary. Sometimes he gets really flustered and whiny and "just get on with it!", and other times he'll be snarky right back, like "nah, I'm just laughing at your face, you look silly trying to be cool like that." BOTH of which obviously result in more tickles for him.

One of Bachira's favorite things to do is to pin Isagi's wrists out of the way and dig into his ribs while straddling him, giving him no choice but to look up at him while he's laughing himself silly. He loves seeing Isagi unable to help but react to him and his teasing; it's addicting and something he'll never get enough of.

Despite his ler energy, Bachira understands the importance of boundaries and consent. If Isagi's not into it, he won't engage until he is. And once he's got him fully laughing and begging, he'll show mercy when he realizes Isagi has really had enough.

Bachira doesn't make a big show of aftercare, even though he also thinks that's important as well. He'll usually just flop on top of him and snuggle up to him, hugging him close and just generally being affectionate.

Isagi loves the attention, if he's being honest - everything from the first sparkle in Bachira's eye that lets him know he's toast to the final wiggle to a ticklish spot before the cuddling commences. If it were anyone else he might get fed up with it, but with Bachira, he just loves soaking up all the attention. It hits different. 🧡💙

[crxshed-skxlls]

Hiiii I'm being anon since I've never done a request before and I'm mildly embarrassed about it KJHFUIOG

do you think you could do something with eyeless jack? either just nsfw hcs or even a fic! i guess to add any suggestions for a fic maybe ej breaking into the reader's home? Could also have dub-con and breeding elements to it if you'd like! Though you can do whatever! ^^ (also gn reader if that's ok!)

OVERALL THOUGH I've been enjoying reading your content n stuff so far and ty for reading this even if you don't do the idea! :D

Word count:

Ooo very intriguing request. Don't worry Anon, your sins are my command 🙏 (my apologies if this isn't the best; it's my first time writing with a gn!reader)

— ❝ Home Invasion

Eyeless Jack x Gn!reader

Word count: 2k+

Plot: You were having an ordinary night, slowly slipping into your bed to a sweet slumber. Little did you know, an unwelcoming visitor gives you a sinful surprise.

NSFW tags: Dubcon, breeding, mating press, knife play, primal elements, bloodplay, biting, implied voyuerism, praise, Masochism elements

Credits for MDNI divider

It was a dark, brisk night. The cold air of the night tickles for body as you lay in your bed. You lay peacefully bliss to your surroundings as you slip into a slumber, your breathing slow as you sigh. You had a long day, and you were ready to get some shut-eye. However, you had been tossing and turning from the uncomfortable chill of the room. You feel a subtle presence in your room, like prying eyes watched you, but you thought it was your anxieties about the dark night. It took a little while, but you finally slip out of consciousness, eyes fluttering shut as you slip away. 

Though, your gut told you right. A dark figure lurked out your window, careful not to draw attention to him. His features muted except for his cobalt blue mask with signature black eye holes. He watches you toss and turn, only for you to lose consciousness. He licked his lips as he prowls, silently opening your window you so obliviously forgot to lock. He lifts the frame with a click sound, quietly stepping into your room. You flinch in your sleep as you hear the subtle shift of your window closing, turning to where your back pressed into your mattress. 

Jack looks around, silently slipping to your bed. He looks down at you, his soulless sockets peering onto your sleeping form. He grabs the corner of your plush blanket, slipping the cloth off of your form. You mumble something in your slumber, shifting in your sleep. Jack has watched you many times before, knowing how much of a heavy sleeper you are. The noirette continued his prowl, getting on top of you gently. He straddles your hips, looking down at your figure with a small grunt. He licks the dried blood from his stained teeth as he slips your shirt up slightly, revealing your abdomen with ease.

You shutter under the taller being, humming as his hand traces your stomach. Jack soon takes out his knife, examining the thin blade made for incisions. Jack groans quietly as his stomach fills with a familiar warmth, the uncomfortable fabric sticking to his growing member. The uttered thought of watching you so vulnerable made his head reel with sinful thoughts. It wasn't long before your eyes start to flutter, which made Jack tense. Your eyes open quickly as you see the unwanted stranger, though there was a sharp feeling to your neck before you dare utter a word. Jack keeps his knife to your throat, leaning in to your face slightly. Your adrenaline made you wide awake as he traces the blade faintly on your skin, making tears prick your terrified eyes. 

Jack smirks at your body's reactions, his head tilting to the side. You watch as his soulless eyes prey upon your form. You shiver, closing your eyes. He let's out a small a chuckle, tracing the blade down to your chest. You don't dare utter a word, the silence filling up the air. It wasn't long until his grim voice spoke, his voice in a rough tone. 

" You're pretty for prey, don't you know? "

He breathes, letting the blade snag at your shirt. He watches as some of the cloth rips under the blade, making you shiver under his grasp. You feel your body become a little flush under the compliment, his rough voice melting at your scared thoughts. You want to shake him off, tell him to stop, but this was something you had been anticipating for a while. It was a weird fantasy of yours that not a lot of people understood, but you thought it was arousing with the unexpectedness that lingered around the thought of a break in. Jack interrupts your thoughts as you hear a tear sound, noticing the blade tear halfway down your shirt. It revealed your collarbones and part of your chest, making the man bite his lip under his mask.

" You're body structure is in great proportions, you know? Great for me to take in.. "

" Why are you doing this? "

You say in a hushed whisper, your soft voice ringing in his ears. It wasn't long until you realized the surprise in Jack's pants however, feeling it throb against his clothing. He pauses his movements, looking at your face. It wasn't long before he lifts a part of his mask with a dark chuckle. Your eyes widen at the inhuman features, his sharp teeth visible in his grin. His grayish features shimmered in the moonlight, dried blood visible on his face. Your hands ball into fists as he leans into your neck.

" Simple. You caught my eye from a greater distance, love. Ever since, it's been hard not to think about how lovely you would look tainted in your own blood. "

His soft tone as he explains to you was both frightening and arousing. The way his words coaxed you in an uncomfortable arousal left you to whimper under him. You never knew such an intruder that had a soft side to his words. You gasp as you feel his tongue lap at your neck, pressing in all the right places.

" Be good for me.. And you might walk off with your organs in tact. Understood? "

" M- mhm.. "

You nod and stiffen under his words, letting out a hushed moan as his tongue traces your collarbones. Jack grunts as he gets between your legs, hungrily nipping at your neck with his teeth. You moan out as you feel his erection press against your sensitive crotch, making him smile on your neck. You yelp suddenly as you feel a sharp pain signal down your spine. Your hands instinctively tug at Jack's back, feeling his sharp teeth bite harshly into your soft skin. He moans at your cries, listening curiously as they turn into moans. As his teeth release from your neck, he laps out the thick blood that spilled out.

It wasn't deep enough to hit an artery or anything, but it definitely was deep. You moan at the twinges of pain, gripping the figure's Hoodie. Jack moans as well, pulling up slightly. Your tear glazed eyes were able to make out the messy blood on Jack's lips, making your face flush a little red. Jack grins at your figure, licking his lips. You shiver tenderly as you watch him lick the blood off his lips.

" I didn't realize you were a such a masochist now.. After all, there's only so much I can see from your windows. "

You gulp as tears spill from your face, panting from the twinges of want and need. You knew this was crazy, the back of your mind berated you for wanting such a monster. However your body clouded any sane thought your brain could come up with. The way he teased and admitted to watching you made you squirm slightly, feeling a little more nervous if anything. You soon get snapped into reality as Jack takes off your pants, along with your undergarments. You squirm more, your hands shifting to Jack's chest as you slightly push. Jack let's out a guttural growl, his eyes piercing into your gaze. You gulp as you watch his blade come up to your neck again, making you whimper out as your hands fall down onto your mattress.

" What happened to being good, huh? "

Jack comments, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. You shiver with uncertainty, but as soon as Jack makes a small incision on your chest makes you moan out in surprise. You hiss from the twinge of pain, but Jack just chuckles at you. He licks at the small cut, making you moan out again in a more pleasurable tone. You soon hear an unzipping sound, making you tremble slightly under Jack. You knew what was coming, and there was no point for your aching body to fight back. You feel as Jack sighs in a somewhat relief, letting his member spring from his denim jeans. You audibly gasp as his cock hits your abdomen teasingly, looking at the sheer size made you flush a deep red. 

" Awwh, like what you see darling? "

Jack snickers at your actions as you watch his cock twitch. He soon positions himself to your hole, pressing the tip to your ass. You look up at Jack with a doe eyed expression, earning a groan from the man. You soon yelp out as you feel Jack slam into you with one strong push, causing twinges of pain and pleasure to fill your body. Jack growls as you clench to his length, using one of his hands to stabilize himself. You feel him slowly pull about halfway out of you, just for him to thrust back into you. You both moan out as he sets a rough pace.

" F- fuck- "

" Yeeah, tha- hah- that's right. Take it. "

You hear Jack mutter out loud as you feel his  dick press into all your sweet areas, causing you to shamelessly moan. He growls almost animalistically as he slams into you, moving to your neck to bite into the same mark he left on your skin. You yell out with breathy moans and pleas for more, but Jack continues to lick and suck at the blood that taints your tender skin. You tremble under him as you feel your body reaching a climax, whimpering out as he thrusts into you. You hitch your breath as Jack hooks your shaky legs to his shoulders, borrowing his dick deep inside of you. You let out moans and mewls as he aims for all your sweet spots, your back arching as you press against him. It wasn't long before you end up coming onto him, choking out more moans. Jack groans as your body tenses around him, earning you a stifled laugh from him.

" Awwh f- uck– you really think were- ngh- done yet? "

Jack grins into your skin as he slams into you, hearing your sultry moans and slapping sounds from his movements. You shake under him as he keeps going, holding you in this mating press as he growls and bites at your skin. You feel as if your ascending as your stomach bubbles and prepares for another climax. You give him choked out pleas, begs but none were answered. You hear Jack muttering in your ears about all the things he could do to you, possessive statements ringing through your body.

" Sh- shit– get ready doll.. I'll make sure you'll– haah– be mine. "

He hisses in your ears as he chases his climax. You let your arms fly up to grasp at his Hoodie again, whimpering as you both chase your orgasms. Jack groans as he slams his dick all the way in your poor hole, his hips sputtering as he splashes white ropes inside of you. You tremble from your final orgasm, spasming as his hips sputter for a final time. The room once filled with slapping and moaning sounds is now filled with pants and breathy moans. Your legs tremble against Jack before he peacefully rests your legs back down to your bed. Jack bites his lip as he pulls out of you, watching as some of his semen dribble out of your cute hole. 

You pant as you feel a sudden tiredness flood over you from all the midnight activity. Jack pulls you in for a bittersweet kiss, making you taste a mixture of himself and your blood. You whimper in his mouth as you feel his sharp teeth as he explores your mouth. He soon breaks the wet kiss with a smirk, a beaded mixture of your salivas connected together. The string breaks as he pulls himself up, getting out from between your legs as you weakly watch. He gets off your bed, watching your limp body as its covered in bodily fluids. Soon, in a timid manner almost, Jack pulls up the covers for you. 

He tucks you in, giving you a warm sensation as your eyes droop in and out of your tired focus. He kisses your forehead, slipping his mask into place as he stands beside your bed. You look at the figure shining in the moonlight, his blue features vibrant. He has a soft gaze on you as you tiredly close your eyes, slipping into your polite slumber again.

" You did so well, angel… Sweet dreams. "

The last mumbles of praise leaves his soft lips as you hear him faintly walk to your window. As he opens the window, you quickly fade into the nonchalant darkness of your subconscious. Your mind echoed his soft words with endearment rather than unsettlment, peacefully passing your subconscious in your sweet dreams. You look at this night in endearment, hoping to see that familiar face again one day..

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

Sweet Tooth (NSFW)

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, he absolutely is all over her, jokes about breeding and pregnancy, talk of oral (f receiving), Leon’s fingers go places, swearing probably.

Words: 530 (v short, I just wanted to get SOMETHING out for you guys)

A/N: So I saw these Eating HCs today for Leon from @ichigo-dream and I was obsessed. I didn’t have a whole lot of time as most of my writing power has been dedicated to 3 fics I am SO excited about; but yeah! A lil something!

Also my requests are open, it may just take some time for me to get to things! ❤️

*gif not mine. Found on Tenor*

Days like these? These are the best kinds of days. Leon’s home, wrapped up in some kind of paperwork on the couch, but he’s home. I pull the tray of cupcakes out of the oven, dreading frosting them for this stupid party my cousin was hosting. Thankfully, I don’t have to stay at said party, but having to make 4 dozen cupcakes all within a few hours is frustrating to say the least.

“Ah no!” I yell as I turn to see Leon eyeballing one of the cupcakes. “Absolutely not!”

“Why? Just one?” He pleads, a slight pout on his gorgeous features and I roll my eyes.

“Sorry babe, but I am only making enough to send with Kim.” It may have been a bit mean to only make enough for what she needs, knowing about the agent’s overwhelming sweet tooth, but it honestly slipped my mind when I started them this morning. I turn to grab the piping bag when I hear a low whistle from Leon. “What’s up, agent?”

“I didn’t know you owned shorts like that.” When I finally look back over my shoulder, his blue eyes are locked on my ass, the bottoms of my cheeks spilling out of the bottom.

“They’re just at-home-shorts. Not like I wear them anywhere.” Do not tell him what your best friend dubbed these shorts. I begin piping green frosting onto the soft cake, but as soon as I lift the tool away, a hand slaps quickly over my ass and I gasp. Leon’s strong arms wrap around my waist, tugging me against what I can tell is a speedily rising erection.

“You gotta change outta those shorts, Princess, or they’ll be around your ankles by lunch.” His husky tone sends a chill down my spine as my back arches on it’s own accord, his hot breath tickling my ear.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I tease, trying to draw his attention elsewhere.

“I did. But then I smelt something sweet in here that I’m apparently not allowed to have.” Soft lips pepper kisses along the column of my throat before his teeth lightly sink into the flesh. “So I need to find another snack.”

“Leon, baby, I only have a couple more hours to finish these,” I argue, but it’s no use, his fingers sliding into the elastic band of the shorts and pushing them to the ground. Wrapped around my ankles.

“Well, maybe my girl should have thought about that before she went teasing me with these sexy little shorts.” He presses his hand down to cup my sex through my panties before he clearly has a realization. “Wait, are these the shorts your friend called the ‘get me pregnant’ shorts?” My cheeks heat up as two of his fingers rub teasing circles over my clit through my panties.

“It was a joke, babe,” I mutter, head dropping back to rest on his shoulder at the stimulation.

“Well, joke or not, now you have a choice.” Oh god, what is this little shit planning? “You can let me ‘get you pregnant’ or you can let me get my sugar fill by letting me eat this sweet little pussy.”

Fuck. Tough choices.

*****

Tags: (tag list is open)

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv

Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22

[aquagirl1978]

Hellooooo! Can I request HCs for Chevalier, Yves and Licht with a really ticklish MC please? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for this request, anon - this idea was too cute, I had to write this and I think it pulled me from my writer's block.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTIONS TO A TICKLISH MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

It could barely be considered morning when you were still cuddling with Chevalier under a cocoon of blankets.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped around your torso. His breathing rhythmic and soft in your ear.

His hand drifted along your ribcage. Until he found it. Your ticklish spot.

You knew your lover well -- he was a bully who took pleasure in tormenting you.

You had done well hiding this secret; while he had touched you in this spot before in past, it had been while you were in the throes of passion and well, your body and mind were elsewhere.

If Chevalier were to discover you had a ticklish spot, you'd be a goner. He'd torture you. Forever.

Covering your mouth, you feigned a yawn. It was still early enough, he could still be sleepy enough that he couldn't discern the soft giggle hidden in your yawn.

When he made no sound, you let out a sigh of relief and considered yourself safe.

Until he touched you again. This time, his thumb stroked your skin roughly, much like how he so often tickled your tongue.

Squirming in his arms, you clamped your mouth shut. Praying.

The bed sheets ruffled, and before you knew it, you found yourself lying on your back, a pair of ice blue eyes piercing yours.

With his eyes locked on yours, he tickled you again, his smile smug as he watched your expression.

"You're enjoying this too much," you huffed in between peals of laughter. Writhing under his ministrations, your eyes never left his, watching his expression with as much interest as he was yours.

"Indeed. And so are you." He gave you a knowing smile as he lightened his touch, giving you a much needed reprieve. "Lucky for you," he added, his grin turning wicked, "I have no where to be today."

Yves' head was resting on your chest, your heart still racing, your bodies still coming down from their highs.

He was idly tracing circles on your skin with his fingertip, the sensation soothing, helping slow your breaths.

His pinky finger grazed your arm. It was an unintentional touch, gentle on your skin. But it was enough to get a reaction.

Instinctively, you pulled your arm away.

Yves lifted his eyes to meet yours, pulling his hand away. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you whispered back, "it's just, ah....I'm a bit ticklish there."

Yves gazed at you curiously, and returned his hand to where it was. He rubbed your arm, testing to see your reaction.

"Don't move," he said as he continued to tease you. Waiting...

"There..." he whispered, pleased when you began to laugh. It was light and free, much like a child's.

When you caught him smiling at you, you turned your face, your cheeks feeling flush.

Removing his hand from your arm, he tilted your chin with his thumb, wanting to see your face.

"Don't look away. I love your laughter and your smile."

"You have a petal in your hair. Lemme get it..."

Licht lifted his hand towards your ear to brush away the stray pink petal, his thumb inadvertadly grazing your neck.

"Are you...?"

"Ticklish?" You finished his sentence in between a bubbly burst of giggles. "Yes. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been ticklish there."

"Interesting," Licht commented in his soft voice, his crimson eyes fixed upon the column of your neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, fully exposing your neck to him. He pressed his thumb along your sensitive skin, searching for that special spot. Waiting for your laughter to tell him when he's found it.

"There..." He continued to stroke your skin lightly, the touch just enough to get you laughing.

Your sweet laugh was infectious, enough to make Licht laugh with you.

After he removed his hand from your neck, you missed it immediately. It was an odd spot to be ticklish, one that wasn't often tickled, but you liked it when he did it.

Most likely because it was Licht who was doing the tickling.

Once you both stopped giggling, you took his hands in yours.

"Are you ticklish, Licht?"

He thought for a moment. " I dunno." He gazed into your eyes, a soft smile spread on his lips. He lifted your joined hands and placed your palms on his chest. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Tagging: @starlitmanor-network

[starrydesiderium]

not sure if you do yandere requests? but since you've got them open, could i request yandere LCB and/or tingtang hong lu headcanons/scenario(s)? (feel free to choose between those) thank you!

Yandere LCB Hong Lu x reader \\ HCs

Hong Lu spent his entire life faking emotions. He has no idea what to do with real ones, especially one as powerful as love. You occupy his every thought to the point of suffocating.

He's not afraid to use every bit of money and influence to his advantage, whether to charm you or threaten you. It's not cheating if it's his game you're playing and he makes the rules.

Hong Lu wants to see every side to you, even the most ugly ones. Given his teasing nature, he's not above poking and prodding at your limits, seeing what sorts of reactions he can provoke from you.

Has considered murdering other sinners for acting a bit too friendly with you, but tries to cover up his violent tendencies with naïve and clueless act.

Hong Lu always seems so laid-back, so easy-going but is secretly such a control freak. He has to know every aspect of your schedule down to what time you woke up to what kind of water you're currently drinking. He just wants to take care of you, okay?~

He is extremely clingy with you, following you everywhere you go and making sure he's not more than three feet away from you. You better get used to getting locked in Hong Lu's embrace out of the blue or his silky hair tickling the back of your neck as he hovers over your frame with the most innocent smile you've ever seen.

[miasmaghoul]

Any HCs about ghoul Halloween costumes??

OH YES HERE THEY ARE

Swiss is the one who insists on the costumes. Used to be that the abbey would have their usual Hallow's Eve bash, and that was that. Once Swiss discovered the concept of costumes on tour, though, and the idea absolutely tickled him. So now, the ghouls have their own gathering.

Swiss goes all out every year. This time, he's a picture perfect representation of Dr. Frank-n-furter. The hair, the heels, the lingerie - all of it. Even shaved his mustache so he could get the makeup just right; Dew and Aurora are FURIOUS. Swiss does a full on performance of Sweet Transvestite that brings down the house (aka Mountain claps and Rain records it to make gifs for the ghroupchat.)

Speaking of Rain, he usually doesn't put a whole lot of effort into his costumes. He doesn't want to detract from his natural beauty. This year he's been especially lazy, choosing simply to drop enough of his glamour for his skin to be the most stunning shade of shimmering blue. Speckled with scales, rippling fins along his limbs and back, strong tail swishing languidly behind him. Black eyes and pearly fangs. Perfectly unearthly.

But where Rain is lazy, Aeon puts in Maximum Effort. He got Cumulus and Mountsan's help in hand stitching a period-accurate Dracula costume. Frilly sleeves, tight pants, a vest that threatens to crush the life out of him. The boots he wears nearly reach his knees, borrowed from Cirrus' closet. The fangs are his own, specifically unglamoured so only his canines appear elongated. He floats around the party with a cloak billowing behind him for extra drama, and Dew tells him he looks like a gayer Lestat.

Dew, meanwhile, isn't usually one for costumes. Prefers wearing his civvies and taking it easy, saying he's dressed as a metalhead if anyone asks. This year, though, Swiss had dared him into something a bit more...challenging. Never one to back down, Dew accepted before Swiss had even brought out the outfit, and as he stands behind the snack table he has Regrets. He's in a blood red bodycon dress, one that doesn't even reach the middle of his thighs. A strapless number that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The lingerie beneath it had been it's own struggle; a lacy black strapless bra stuffed with socks, black satin panties covering his tucked-back cock, meticulously torn fishnets. He's trying not to move too much, the four-inch heels he's been shoved into more of a hazard than anything else. Dew wishes he wasn't so jealous of how easily Swiss walks in his own pair. His hair and makeup are done too, golden locks pulled into an intricate updo and lips red as his dress. It exposes the long line of his neck, and it's work to keep Aeon's fangs away from his throat.

The real work for Dew, though, comes when Aether strolls in from an impromptu shift in the infirmary. Still dressed in his smart slacks, pale purple button down and slightly too tight white coat. A stethoscope looped around his neck and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Dew really has to fight not to pop the world's most obvious boner while he talks about something with Mountain that he's long since lost track of.

Mountain, for the record, has been spending the last ten minutes or so staring at Rain, so he's not all that bothered. His own costume is similar to Rain's, but as opposed to "I'm a water ghoul" Mountain tells everyone he's Poison Ivy. Magickal plants cover him from tits to toes, creeping vines hugging him like a second skin. There are flowers dispersed throughout, bursts of color in the vibrant green, and a braided crown of something definitely poisonous settled between his antlers. Aurora keeps sneaking blossoms for herself, and she knows Mountain won't notice.

She couldn't NOT go as Princess Aurora. It was too perfect to pass up! Complete with flowing blonde hair, a perfectly fitted pink gown that color shifts to blue in the right light, and a little golden crown. She floats around the room on weightless feet, helped along by just enough air magick to make her look angelic and ethereal. The flowers she squirrels away from Mountain's bounty get handed out to her dance partners - Cirrus has the most so far.

Cirrus, who has gone low-effort but in an effective way. She's in her old Era IV uniform, black fabric settling over her curves like it belongs there. Severe in a way that demands attention. She's wearing a mask, but not the one that usually comes with this outfit. No shiny silver or stylized curls. This mask is simple, white, curved and molded over her right eye, cheek and part of her forehead. She spends the early part of the evening at the common room piano, playing the overture from Phantom of the Opera so the others will stop asking what she is.

Sunshine is a clown, but in like a clown-core way. Baggy clothes in mismatched colors and patterns, white face paint with exaggerated red lips and blue triangles around her eyes. She has a whole host of silly little party tricks up her sleeve too; the look of disdain she gets from Rain when she soaks him with the flower on her lapel is absolutely worth whatever he'll to do her later.

Cumulus and Ifrit end up committing a bit of a costume faux pas - they both arrive dressed as Elvira. Skintight black gown with plunging neckline? Check. Massive black wig? Check. Dagger-like nails? Check. They share a good natured laugh before they find themselves being ogled into oblivion by Aeon, who can't decide whose tits he'd rather fuck.

Copia is a sheet ghost.

[otomiyaa]

Introduction📌

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🌸 Hi all! I’m Ginny, and welcome to my mediocre fluff & tickle multifandom blog. Mostly SFW but with some 18+ content tagged #N$FW. I’m an adult, she/her, gamer, and fic writer. You may remember my previous blog otomiya-tickles. Fandom list can be found further down! 👇

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[milqueandsugar]

I don’t know if you do hc’s but if you do could you do hc’s about ghostbur x touch starved! reader? or just anything to do with ghostbur? I love that funky ghost lol

🏵Your Tea Is Ready🏵

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

| Ghostbur / Touch starved! Reader |

It was late, the moon nearly tipping towards its apex, heavy and full. Most of your nights were spent with you're ghostly companion. A little depressing, perhaps, but quality time goes beyond the grave sometimes. You lay in a flower filled field, watching fireflies flicker and stars peak out from passing clouds carried by a warm summer breeze.

Ghostbur raises his arm suddenly, his grayish skin difficult to see in the dark but you just manage manage follow his index finger, pointed somewhere distant.

"That's my favorite constellation, do you see it there? Right behind that tree." His voice is cool and crisp like the crunch of autumn leaves. He always reminded you of fall, in both life and death. "It's called Lyra, like, Lyre the instrument." You nod, you see his lips twitch into a smile, a small one, but a smile.

You squint, you infact, do not see any pattern or shape in the sky by the said tree. "No, not seeing it."

"Really?" He asks, stunned, his arm falling to his chest and he turns fully towards you.

"Not everyone can recognize stars, y'know." You snort playfully, you turn to look at him, and scrunch your nose as the grass tickles your face.

Ghostbur rolls his eyes and smiles, sitting up suddenly, you follow suit. He points once more, a little higher this time.

"Right there, the star that looks kind of blueish?"

"Blue? Everything looks blue to you."

He huffs, once again you try to follow his point. You never noticed hoe all stars look practically the same until you really had to look for a specific one. You'd make a horrible sailor you realize with a bitter thought.

"I don't think the pointing is helping entirely."

"I'd make a sign if I had the materials."

You blow some air out of your nose hard, and suddenly a cool hand wraps around your own, extending your index finger and positioning your arm ever so. Despite his chill his fingers make you feel feverish, your face warm and must definitely turning red. Gods bless the night time darkness.

"You see, there."

Maybe if you were looking at the sky his assistance would help, but you're eyes were locked onto his hand, so carefully wrapped around your wrist. He swiftly slightly, his hand coming up a bit further up your fore arm. You shiver at the sensation, and he pulls away quick.

"Oh, sorry, my hands must be cold." Ghostbur rubs his hands together, as if that could create friction heat with his ghostly apparition. Maybe not everything human was lost in death. Maybe.

"No, no, I'm just.. I don't know, I guess no one really held my hand before."

If the news of you being poor at constellation sighting was shocking, this revelation looked like it might put him in the grave, a second time.

"Really? Never?"

You shrug. "Okay, maybe not never, I'm not exactly counting, Bur."

"Huh."

You furrow your brow. "What, it's not that weird is it?"

Ghostbur shakes his head, his dark cursor bouncing with the movement. "I don't think I've held many hands either." He admits. "I.. I remember the good things, happy things, you. But. I don't remember alot of hand holding." He looks lost in thought if only for a moment.

"I guess this is a good time to start for both of us then." You reach forward and interlock your fingers with his.

He smiles, awkwardly, a boyish charm to his lopsided grin. "Yeah. No one I'd rather hold hands with then you."

"Even if I can't pick out constellations?"

He snorts, beaming now. "Even if you can't pick out constellations."

[giggly-squiggily]

Blue Lock hc coming your way for the event!!

Lee!Chigiri

Ler!Kunigami

Kunigami plays with Chigiri’s hair. It’s calming to both of them but then in the midst of the calmness, Kunigami accidentally brushes against Chigiri’s neck. And Chigiri not expecting the sudden ticklish feeling, quite literally squealed, which sets a fire in Kunigami.

And ofc, you can decline if you dont wanna do it!!

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

KUNIGIRI KUNIGIRI KUNIGIRI AHHHHHHH *explodes into a million tiny Squiggily's dancing and cheering* YAS! I've gotcha covered, anon! This is so CUTE!

“Why, hello there.” Kunigami looked down as he felt Chigiri crawl across his lap, laying his head down and getting comfortable. “Getting comfortable, princess?”

“Hmm.” He purred upon feeling fingers in his hair, melting near immediately at the touch. “This is nice. Keep doing that.”

“But of course, your majesty.” The ginger rolled his eyes with a laugh, but if he were being honest- he found the action of playing with Chigiri’s hair incredibly soothing. The ruby strands were so soft and silky, and the level of intimacy and trust that went into the action made his heart squeeze. Not many got the opportunity to do this- he rather liked being one of the few.

All was soft and lovely and wonderful until the redhead suddenly let out a squeal, startling them both. Kunigami was about to ask what was wrong when he saw here his hand was.

“Oh?” Concern turned to interest as he watched Chigiri blush, the color creeping up his neck. “What do we have here?”

“Is it too lahhate to say nohohthing?” The redhead asked, already giggling as his boyfriend twitched his fingers against his neck, sending little waves of ticklishness up down his spine. “Geahhaahhaha, hehehehherhohohoohoho! Cuhuhuhut it ohoohohout!”

“What? I thought you liked it when I played with your hair?”

“I dohohoohoo! Buhuhuht nhohohohot lihihihike thihihis-GAH! Nohohohohoohoho!” Chigiri squirmed as best he could in Kunigami’s lap, scrunching up his shoulders with a small whine. “Kuuhuhuhunigahahhaahami, pleahhahhahase!”

“Please what?” The bigger man asked, focusing his efforts into the particularly ticklish spots along his nape. “Please keep tickling you?”

“Yohohoohou knohohohow whahahhat I’m sahhahahying- AH! Pfft- gehahahhahaha!” Chigiri made a sound not unlike a dog toy when kunigami wiggled a finger behind his ear, making him flail so hard he rolled out of his lap. “Cuhuuhuht thahhaat out, you aahhaass!”

The ginger cackled, delighted at his boyfriend’s reaction. “Oh my god you’re adorable!”

“Shut up- I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” Chigiri turned away with a pout, arms crossed and everything. Despite this, he didn’t fight back when the other gently pulled him back into his lap. Nor did he jerk away when his hair was being played with once more. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yes yes.” The hero pressed a gentle kiss against the back of his neck, smiling at how red the skin got. “I’m sure you are, princess.”

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hey hey! For the ask game; may I please ask for Tokyo Revengers? If that’s already been taken, how about Blue Lock? 👀

Thank you so much friend! 💖💖💖

Hehehehe~ *rubs hands evily*

Who's the most ticklish character? Takemitchy, is that even a debate? Just look at himmmm lmao

Who's the character most people assume is ticklish, but actually isn't? It would be funni and terrifying if Smiley wasn't ticklish lmao

Who's the character everyone gangs up on and tickles? Mikey when he's being a brat pff

Who's the character that somehow knows everyone else's tickle spots and reveals them to others? Also Mikey, he knows everything of his gang members uwu. Mitsuya is also a good response cause big bro powers

Who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows? I think Draken. I love the hc that where his tattoo is at is very sensitive and obv Mikey is the only one who knows to exploit it hehe

Who's the most likely to win gang tickle wars? Mikey, he knows everything

Which character didn't even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them? Kazutora. I dont have much explanation, I just want him to be happy :<

Which two characters have tickle fights all the time? Mikey and Draken, like,, just look at how constantly they fight over the dumbest shit 😭

[intheticklecloset]

that last ask got me thinking (and your fic ofc lol),, do you have any hcs about isagi's and bachira's different ways of teasing each other? bc omggg, isagi being a little shit while being wrecked is just opening a whole new world of teasing for bachira lmaooo

Sat on this one for a hot minute bc I wanted to give it my ✨ full attention,✨ but here we go!

Under the cut bc it got long LOL

I've already covered a lot of Bachira's teasing style in my BachIsagi hcs post, so I won't linger on him too much, but just to recap - he's GOOD at teasing! And he can modify his style to any kind of situation, whether it be the typical playful "aww does it tickle?" and "cootchie coo!" or the slower, slightly menacing hovering over ticklish spots all "why are you so squirmy? I haven't even started yet~", Bachira is an absolute PRO at getting reactions from his lees!

With Isagi specifically he enjoys bouncing around at random and keeping him on his toes, and if Isagi chooses to fight back with his words? OOF. Rest in peace! Bachira ADORES getting to banter in full Monster mode, but the opportunity is rare, so he doesn't go halfway when the opportunity arises! His boyfriend is TOAST. 🤭

Isagi, meanwhile, had to try quite a few types of teasing on Bachira before finding the one that really works best - cutesy teases! (Credit to the fabulous @giggly-squiggily for this one! She's so good at coming up with cute hcs omg I bow to her!) Throw the odd "tickle, tickle!" at him and Bachira might whine playfully, but it doesn't really get to him that bad. BUT make it a little cuter with an extra "does the tough little soccer star love being tickled? hmm? does he?" BACHIRA IS DONE FOR!! Isagi was so proud of himself for figuring it out, though he only uses it occasionally - usually when he knows his boyfriend is in a huge lee mood. Otherwise it's the standard play wrestling and cooing at him bc lee!Bachira is the cutest thing in the world and Isagi is smitten~ 🥰

I love these two so much! Season 2 of Blue Lock can't get here FAST ENOUGH!! (I say knowing I'll be waiting for the dub to come out before I watch it 💀)

[kissagii]

well I’m here to cheer you up even more!! with suo an sakura hcs for you <3

you guys have “family” shows that y’all watch together and if someone watches an episode without the other two it is the ultimate form of betrayal. tickle fights will ensue, silent treatment (which lasts all of 2 minutes) is a must

suo does makeup. no I won’t take criticism it makes him feel pretty. but sakura wanted to try but was to shy to ask at first so he just watches him silently until you come up and ask if he wants to try, so both you and suo help sakura do his makeup and he gets so blushy but he loves it sm

sakura gets so excited to tell you about his fights and how kick ass he is, he rambles on about how weak the other guys were and tells you the whole story for whenever you aren’t there

suo likes to wake up before the both of you and craw out of bed (even though it’s insanely hard) and he makes coffee and tea and makes breakfast for you guys. If he can do it all before you two wake up you get breakfast in bed 🫶🏻

SDIHFKJSDHFKJSHDKJFHSKJ THANK YOOUUUUU

this makes it impossible to watch tv shows on our own because the moment one of us turns on the tv the others appear out of nowhere and get invested in the show. it's so bad. hc that we watch blue lock together and sakura is lowkey pissed that isagi is my fictional character crush

YES SUO WEARS MAKEUP 100% and when we're going out for date night/afternoon we'll all wear makeup and try to coordinate our looks

he loves when i ask about his day because he can fill me (definitely not a furin student) in on all the badassery he was up to. and suo just sits there proudly like "unbelievable as it sounds, that all happened! that's my boyfriend right there"

he's such a gentleman :( and no matter how hard i try to wake up before him, he always seems to be up and out of bed before me. when sakura and i want to cuddle we have to death grip suo to keep him from escaping

[yestrday]

On the opposite end of the spectrum, may I suggest the upperclassmen with an immature younger sibling/imouto type MC? Just a reckless, naïve, wild card of a person who s o m e h o w managed to attract a whole group of unhinged admirers. Idk, I just think it would be funny.

you might like : yan! first years w/ oneesan-esque darling , yan! third years hcs

( collars, perverted behavior, manipulation )

he's already got the big brother vibe going on. you two are already a match made in heaven. childe adores you, spoiling you at every given time and always going along with your whims. one of his favorite things to do is to cook you food, since you usually forget to bring your own lunch. what a ditz... but at least he gets the chance to see you stuff your face with his food! he laughs in delight and brushes away stray crumbs as you exclaim through mouthfuls of food at how good his cooking is. seeing you happy because of him honestly makes his day!

however... that naive nature of yours might get you into trouble, y’know~? your wide, innocent eyes that look at him with sooo much trust, damn. you’re literally asking him to take advantage of you! from time to time he’ll intoxicate you with his sweet words, reeling you in with words that bait your childish curiousity and taking away the others’ time with you. accident after accident follows you and you’re both frightened and confused without even realizing the obvious shadow of the man trailing behind you.

it’s so, so fun, messing with you like this. but he can’t help it! the terrified expression that takes over your usually ditzy features is soooo fun to look at!

“tsk, tsk,” childe clicks his tongue disapprovingly. his large hands clasp themselves on your shoulders as he presses his chest on your back. you’re forced to face the mess you— you swear you didn’t do any of this!— caused. 

his breath tickles your ear as he murmurs, “look. look at alll this. i’m the one who has to clean up after you, y’know?” from the corner of your eye, childe’s deep blue eye glints almost dangerously. “surely you still have some conscience left to pay back your loving senior?”

zhongli tells him not to tease you too much, but it’s so fun to see you curl into his touch and nod frantically, fully under his control.

you know, you’re gonna kill diluc one of these days. those reckless, foolish actions of yours has him snapping his neck to and fro as he tries to keep you away from danger. if childe and itto are the ones that pull you into danger, diluc is wholeheartedly trying to stop you. he’s always, always warning you, and yet being the hardheaded thing you are, you never seem to heed his words. he could really just save himself the headache and leave you alone, but he’s naturally drawn to you. he’s pressing down your clothes crinkled from playing, fixing your tie and fixing your hair. anything you ask he will give.

so please, listen to him just once, will you? do you really not value his words that much? because if you had an ounce of respect for him you’d steady yourself and stop getting yourself into these dangerous situations! he’s already had plans to lock you away, and the more you prove how irresponsible you are with handling yourself, the closer you are to reaching his bad ending. just... give him some sort of reassurance of your safety, and he’ll probably stay put. probably.

“[your name]. i’m begging you.” the thought of the diluc begging is almost impossible, but here you are now. “if you have any— any! — self-respect, you’d stop your foolishness and stay still.”

confusion etches itself onto your face. you don’t know what brought this on. you were only receiving treatment in the clinic after a pretty nasty fall down the stairs before he bursts into the room and his frantic eyes fall on the dark bruise blossoming across the side of your torso.

“i–i’m not sure what’s going— ah!” diluc’s gloved hands dig onto the wounded part. “that– that hurt!”

“... did it now?” his voice is so condescending, as if mocking you you flinch when his dark eyes meet yours. you gulp. “then you better steady yourself. or i’ll jus have to tie you down myself.”

itto loves that energy you have going on! he plays with you a lot, pulling you into extreme adventures and situations, much to the chagrin of the other harem members. he puts you on his shoulders to reach the beetle on the highest branch, or carry you away as soon as the authorities are coming. most times you get into trouble with itto, although the teachers and students are in silent agreement that he’s just a bad influence on you. he’d boisterously laugh and pull you in by the side, lovingly ruffling your hair and smugly announcing that you just really love to be around him. you don’t deny it because really, where’s the lie?

more often than not, violent images of you flash behind his eyes and he’s overcome with guilt. he knows he shouldn’t be thinking such things, not when you smile at him so brightly and look at him with such adoring eyes. and yet, the more primal side of him feeds him oh-so-tempting images of his fangs sinking down into the soft of your neck, or your dumb and dazed look as he sits you on his lap and forces you to give up your everything to him. ah, fuck. now he’s drooling.

“itto, itto! look—!”

he can hear you calling his name, feel you tugging on his sleeves as you point to an shiny new beetle you’ve never seen before. but right now the top buttons of your uniform are undone due to all the playing, revealing the smooth expanse of your upper chest. unknowingly, a pierced tongue swipes across his lower lip and he gulps.

your hand can barely encase his palm, and he wonders if it’d break too easily as he hoists you up for his own taking. perverted fantasies slowly overtake him as he imagines unbuttoning the rest of the uniform and digging into your flesh. he wonders if your blood would be metallic and tangy, wonders if your childish naivety turns into horrified realization.

he squeezes your palm tightly (oh, how small it was) and fakes a stiff smile. he shouldn’t be thinking like this. you don’t deserve it. but he wonders if he deserves all this painful torture as he holds himself back just for you.

whenever he’s around you, kaeya’s sure that he won’t be easily bored. you’re brimming with entertainment, always dragging him around as you go about your day with wide-eyed curiosity. kaeya naturally tags along, maybe even act as the devil on your shoulder and encourage you. he’s just really happy that someone wants to be around him for so long and not look at him with some degree of wariness like the others do. he can chalk that aspect of yours to foolish trust, but kaeya’s honestly glad that you’re a wee bit stupid. with you, loneliness is barely a thing.

although, that makes his times alone even harder to bear compared to the time when he hadn’t met you. there’s nothing more he wants to do than see you run back to him with that childish grin and adoring eyes. and what better way than make you rely on him? a few strings to pull here and there, keep you on your toes for just a bit (although paranoia is a more fitting term), and sure some people might end up getting hurt in the crossfire. and yeah, maybe you’ll end up feeling the guilt for the rest of your life. but no one is dead! and plus, seeing you cling to him as you sob brokenly gives him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

kaeya’s dark hands know how to work their magic, soothing your back as they rack from hiccups and sobs and bringing your head closer to his warm chest. “poor thing,” he murmurs to you, gently lifting your head to see your teary-eyed face. as much as kaeya loves your carefree spirit, something about you being as broken as him leaves him wanting for more.

“perhaps you should’ve listened to diluc... your reckless nature really is a bit troublesome, you know?” you’re surprised that he’d actually agree with diluc, but you can’t bring yourself to disagree.

“i– i’m sorry,” you sob. “i didn’t know better! i shouldn’t have gone there!”

“you shouldn’t,” kaeya affirms, kissing the space between your brows and wiping your wet eyes. “rely on me a little more, alright? don’t go anywhere by yourself... don’t ever leave my side.”

in the midst of your fear-numbed thoughts, you absentmindedly nod a deadly promise.

another free-spirited guy, venti is another one who indulges you. noticeably, he’s far gentler than the others and actively tries to keep you out of harm’s way, though not very obvious. after all, you’re his muse, and he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you! most days he invites you to his jam sessions, singing happy songs together without a care in the world. other days he’d sneak a bottle of wine and take advantage of your curiousity to prod you into drinking some, much to zhongli’s contempt. he often coaxes you into pulling harmless yet elaborate pranks on the other members and if one of them should fall victim, if they’d look behind them they could hear the mischievous cackles of you two as the ends of your uniforms scamper out of view.

yet another one who likes to take advantage of your foolish trust, but it’s nothing too harmful (or at least, not compared to the others). venti invites himself into your home and you let him, unsuspecting of the things he does when you’re out of sight. there’s just sooo much inspiration to be had here! when he gets home, still drunk off your scent, he frantically flips to a fresh page of his lyric book and jots down incomprehensible lyrics of your beautiful gait. zhongli takes a peek the next day, and distaste immediately overtakes him as he reads over the lecherous lines.

“... he’s sooo mean!” venti rants to you one day, petting your hair as you lay down on his lap. “he says that my lyrics are too filthy! do you agree with him, [your name]?”

you actually don’t know what his lyrics are about. you haven’t seen his lyric book ever since zhongli had a stern talk to you about it. but why would his lyrics be dirty? the venti you know is absolutely capable and wise, and even one of the best students in the music program! you grin and nod, absolutely unaware of the situation. “i think your lyrics are the best, ven”

he squeals and nuzzles your nose with his. “of course, you do!” he coos. “my darling [your name]... ♡ gosh, how are you still adorable after all this time!”

he tickles and kisses you all over your face, eliciting delighted giggles from you. you don’t even notice the hand he’s slipped underneath your shirt, perversely groping and stroking the undefiled skin underneath.

zhongli finds your naiveness refreshing and it gives him a sense of satisfaction to be the one to teach you all that you need to know. to be honest, if it were any other person he’d find them a brat (coughhutaocough), but there’s something... different about you. zhongli also loves to spoil you, likes seeing your eyes sparkle as he covers you with jewelry you’d never dream of adorning. you often come to him for more of his stories and he’ll happily make space in the tea club for you. out of all your seniors, you hold his opinion in the highest regard, something that the others find absolutely annoying.

still, your recklessness can bring about unneccessary trouble, making zhongli feel that he needs to put you on a tighter leash. you’re very hyperactive, he says, and he feels the need to drill some sort of elegance and style into you. this is, after all, an elite school. some actions of yours just won’t be tolerated. what you think is his guidance is to him training a dog to stay still.

“umm... zhongli... do i really need a leash..?” you know it’s impudent of you to question his actions, but the leather has you in a chokehold, and sitting on your knees as he looks down at you elicits feelings that you were incapable of identifying.

the crueler part of him is tempted to call you an idiot. here you are, seated so submissively for him, so vulnerable, and you have no clue about what’s going on. he could do all sort of things to you and yet you’d still believe he was doing his job as a good senior.

but if you insist, he’ll play the part of a benevolent mentor. he sighs and crouches down to your leve. “this is training, [your name]. once you graduate, you will be in a place where that personality of yours will be shunned.”

his eyes glow as an amused smile drapes over his lips. “now behave or else.”

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hey hey hey i love you & your work 🥺🥺💕 can i request hc or scenario (up to you, love) of akaashi, ushijima, & tsukki being cramped on a busy subway train with the girl they like and having to like be v close & trying to give each other room but there IS NO ROOM and ! there’s a pervert feeling her up and they see she’s Very Uncomfy and save her from it? thanks ily 💓💓 congrats on 3k

Thank you for 3.4k! Have some fwuffy scenarios you guys seem to like protective boyos tehe 

Protecting their Crush on a Subway w/ Akaashi, Ushijima, and Tsukishima

Warning(s): depictions of harassment 

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Akaashi

He knew you rode this train. 

It was an evident fact that stood out in his mind when he would board after a grueling practice, instantly seeing you in the same spot at the same time of the day after your own club activities, either immersed in a book or your playlist, a light tune in your throat. Akaashi would make sure to always sit on the other side, risking a glance at two at you from the other side of the subway train, always keeping a distance- yet always keeping you in sight. 

And it was evident that the setter had no intentions on acting on any blooming feelings he felt emerging from your small giggles reserved for yourself, or even the tasteful choice of book of the day you flipped through. He was satiated from his distance, hands tucked away in the warmth of his pockets as he watched you hurriedly tuck your novel away and get off at your stop. 

Until the day came where the distance was closed. Harshly. 

He wondered where you were as the sun set and the train conductor was making their final calls, the subway growing unbearably cramped- a fact he noticed as soon as he realized your absence- not being able to handle the small quirk to the corner of his lips when you stumble on out of breath just as the final call was being heard. 

Blue-green eyes watch from a peripheral view as you bite your lip at the sight of your seat being taken, looking around kind of lost before your eyes fell on his school uniform. Akaashi tilts his head, scooting just enough towards the person next to him to make room that had your eyes brightening at the motion. 

 Your grateful smile had both corners of his lips quirking up now, and you sit graciously in the seat next to him while whispering a small thank you, now not having to stand up and hold onto one of the rails. He simply nods, looking down at his own book but not really paying attention to it, noticing a bit too late that your leg was pressed tightly up against his. He feels the blush emerge before he can stop it, but keeps his eyes on the inked words. 

But his leg wasn’t the only one yours was pressed against. 

He feels you stiffen mere minutes after the train began to move, and his blue eyes drifted to his left to break the ice and talk to you-

and he wished they had sooner. 

Akaashi’s eyes narrow at the sight of a dirty hand inching towards your thigh, exposed from the skirt of your school uniform. You were quiet and reserved at school (one of Akaashi’s favorite traits), and was most likely not the type to speak up when an incident like this was happening. And he wasn’t either. 

Until now. 

He casts a glance to your face to see you near tears, face flushed in embarrassment as you internally struggle with the choice of making a scene, prompting Akaashi to shut his book with a sharp clap, feeling your trembling increase as the hand slides up further. You feel his breath tickle your ear as you look at him slightly, watery eyes blinking in confusion. 

“Excuse me, L/N-san.” 

Your eyes widen a little bit when Akaashi’s arm wraps around your waist, reaching behind you to snatch the other side tightly, pulling you into his side snugly so far away from the perv next to you that your leg is almost on top of his. Akaashi ignores the thump in his ears and heat in his cheeks as he rests your head on his shoulder, lifting his head slightly to shoot a venomous glare at your perpetrator over your head. 

The old man laughs nervously, deciding it was a good time to get off as the train came to a stop, nodding once to Akaashi before making a hasty exit. 

Akaashi sighs, narrowing his eyes further when he saw all the extra space, signaling that the old bag had been pressing up to you on purpose. He lets go of your waist immediately, not surprised you scrambled off him as fast as you did. 

“I’m sorry for acting rashly, I-” 

“Thank you!” You bow deeply, now having the room to do so as the volume of the train car had lessened drastically. “A-Akaashi-san, right? I see you around school sometimes so don’t freak out, I know you’re a gentleman! How do I make it-?” 

“L/N-san.” 

You tilt your head, and Akaashi hums, content look on his face as he opens his book back up. 

“You missed your stop.” 

“You...know my...?” 

“Will you allow me to walk you home when my stop comes?” Akaashi rushes out, internally beating up for his mistake before a warm smile crosses your face, the setter relaxing at the sight of it as you nod once. 

“I’d like that.” 

“Very well.” Akaashi clears his throat as you shift a bit closer to him despite the distance you could easily put between the two of you. 

“What are you reading?” 

Akaashi feels his lips curl again, anger fading away as he tilts the book in your direction to explain, legs touching one another voluntarily-

suddenly glad the distance had been closed. 

Ushijima

He always stood two hand rails down from you. 

The train ride home had always been a rather cramped one, but the regulars on this train were the same people who knew that the certain railing you were holding was yours at this time of the day. And Ushijima’s railing was his. 

Two away. 

Ushijima saw the way your face lit up when you talked to Tendou, the kind smile gracing your features enough to make a foreign feeling bump around in his chest as he stood off to the side awkwardly. Tendou had flicked your forehead, and you had pouted in his direction with the most adorable eyes-

“Are you just going to let your friend bully me?” 

And then you had taken his arm, sticking your tongue out at Tendou as you pretended to begin to pull him in another direction. 

“Just for being an ass, I’m stealing your one and only Ushijima~” 

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE-” 

But the funny thing? He found himself wanting to go in the direction you had wanted him to, your small hand wrapped around his bicep as the wing spiker tried to translate just what he was feeling. 

And when you let go, he blinked. And blinked some more as you giggled and waved as you walked off, suddenly wishing Tendou hadn’t interfered as the redhead places a curse on you from afar. 

He glances at you, hand loosely holding onto the holder above your head, eyes cast downward. You probably didn’t know you were on the same train, seeing that you never looked at your surroundings much due to your focus on your phone. 

But he suddenly wished you looked around you before you left yourself vulnerable to the person who wasn’t a regular on the train. 

Ushijima’s glances turn to a full on-stare at what was happening, eyes hardening at the sight of some geezer approaching you from behind, resting his front against you as you freeze. The brunette boy watches as your face contorts to one of fear, the phone screen turning off and stopping it’s illumination on your face. 

And then you glanced around for help, instantly locking eyes with him. 

Ushijima moved hastily, maneuvering around the oblivious passengers before stopping to tilt his head intimidatingly at the man pressed up behind you. 

Two handrails away. 

“Y/N, there you are. I was starting to think you missed the train because I didn’t see you.”

Ushijima smoothly steps between your harasser, taking his place and ignoring the slight stumbling of the pervert, keeping a respectful distance from you before his hands rest on the same handrail. Olive eyes peer down at you, his worry for you winning against the anger in his head. 

He glances behind you, eyes narrowing down into a glare as the old perv whistles and looks in every direction except his, Ushijima’s height and pissed-off expression now very apparent. 

“Something you needed, sir?” The words come out lacking any form of respect, and the geezer only shakes his head no hastily before making an excuse to go to the other side of the train car, leaving as the train comes to it’s next stop. 

Ushijima doesn’t take his eyes off of him until he’s out the doors, huffing through his nose with a shake of his head before glancing down at you, seeing a slight quiver to your shoulders before sighing. He goes to move away, wanting to give you much-needed space-

but your hand grabbed the side of his school jacket before he could take a single step. 

“U-Ushijima-Kun...” 

Olive eyes widen at the tear that slipped your eye as you looked up at him, tremble in your voice. 

“Could you...stay there?” 

And the thump was back in his chest, Ushijima merely nodding once as you relax your grip on the side of his jacket, facing forward again as you hastily wipe at your eyes. 

“Um, sorry to ask, but could we maybe ride the train together going forward-?” 

“Yes.” 

You turn again at his abrupt response, the kind smile filling your face in relief as Ushijima finds himself giving a content one back, tightening his grip on the railing-

now no longer two rails away. 

Tsukishima

He preferred to stand. 

Lesser chance that people would have to be so close to him, easier to mind his own business, his height giving him an innocent view of...

You. 

You who sat with one leg crossed over the other as you absent-mindedly stared at the outside flashing by with the speed of the train, lost in your thoughts as the tall blonde who held the railing a few feet away could watch as you entered your head- void of reality. He would watch as a book lay-half open in your lap, your thumb holding your place as you watch the world from outside the train window flit by.

Tsukishima liked how lost you got. 

Like the day you had bumped into him, the blonde already pissed about getting to school late before now having deal with disheveled you, jacket hanging halfway off your body and still pulling a shoe on. You had looked up at him with a doe-eyed expression, apologizing profusely as Tsukishima remained indifferent, this close to snapping before- 

“Here! Take this, you’re late too so you probably didn’t get to eat anything-” 

And then a pastry was shoved into his hands before you were running off into the entrance, waving backwards before turning around slightly, the blonde boy bewildered as a wide grin passed your face- 

“See you around!” 

Tsukishima found himself wanting to do the same as well, unwrapping the pastry that was much too sweet for the morning-

still chewing on it as he mildly walked up to the entrance you had darted off in, now not annoyed at the fact that he had been late in the first place as sugar coated his tongue. 

Tsukishima kept you in his line of sight, immersed in his phone while knowing if you had caught him it would probably be translated as some creepy action, but you never had looked away from the outside. He wondered what would happen in the case that you did, knowing he surely wouldn’t be trying to get your attention- 

And he suddenly wished you would look away to notice the odd man oh-so-casually gripping the railing that was in front of your seat, stepping in front of you with no good-intentions behind his smirk. 

Tsukishima loses his grip on the railing above as the man begins to talk you up, you flinching at the sound of the voice in surprise before innocently peering up at him with that same doe-eyed expression-

the look on your face a bit too familiar with the blonde as the man nears even closer, a look of uncomfort passing over your face as it looks like you’re kindly telling him that you’re still a high-schooler.

Tsukishima feels his jaw clench when the stranger grabs a few strands of your hair, rubbing it between his fingers as you flinch away, his hand darting out to grab your face-

“Oji-chan, that’s not a very nice way to touch a girl, is it?” 

The smile on Tsukishima’s face was feigned so-obviously, golden-brown eyes spinning in a dangerous glint as he tilts his head, smile straining as he raises his voice. 

“If I didn’t know any better, it would be harrassment if that girl didn’t like it- oh! Is she crying?” Tsukishima clicks his tongue as the onlookers begin to take their phones out, whispering amongst themselves in judgement as the perpetrator stumbles over his words. 

He casts a glare to the blonde as Tsukishima’s grin only widens, scoffing before getting off the train as it comes to it’s next stop. Tsukishima ignores the applause when the perverted man steps off, merely stepping in front of you and gripping the railing above as you look up at him with eyes brimmed with tears. 

The grin fades as Tsukishima sighs, collapsing in the now-open seat next to you before looking straight ahead, voice now it’s signature monotone as he sits his bag next to him. 

“Oi. You can cry. I won’t judge you. Much.” 

And he doesn’t stop you as you lean your head on his shoulder and let your tears of relief slip freely down your cheeks, the blonde shooting glares at anyone sending you pitiful looks until your stop comes. You wipe away your tears hastily, looking behind you in confusion when Tsukishima grabs his bag to get up with you. 

“What-?” 

“Are you dense? I’m walking you home.” Tsukishima glares at you, daring you to comment on it before grabbing your forearm and dragging you off the train, your sniffling filling his ears as he begins to walk out of the station. 

“Hey.” 

“Hm?” You manage out after directing him to where your house is, the blonde still three steps in front of you as his hold on your forearm tightens just a little more. 

“Wait for me after school. You’re riding with me from now on.” 

“But-” 

“Okay? Goodnight.” 

Tsukishima turns on his heel, wishing he could hear your door open to ensure you get in okay before your voice makes him stop mid-step. 

“T-Thank you! I’ll be waiting after school...Tsukishima-Kun.” 

The blonde glances behind him, lips curling up into a smirk at the sight of a pretty smile now filling your face in the moonlight. 

“You won’t get lost when you’re with me, idiot. Let me see you go in before I change my mind.” 

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If it’s not to much trouble may I request NSFW headcanons for Ulti, Yamato, and Robin with a male S/O?

Please and thank you so so much

authors note : of course i can ! i just kept them all on one post , just in their own separate sections .. i hope you enjoy and that these are enough <33 + i apologize for replying so late .. today was busy , i went shopping and what not for hours ;; .. sorry if it’s shorter then my usual ones , im very tired ++ gave yamato they / them pronouns ! there’s a lot of discourse surrounding their gender .. and i Don’t want to start fights on here plus i hc yamato as nb <33

NSFW WARNING , do not read if uncomfortable with such subjects <3

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NSFW Headcanons for Nico Robin x M! Reader

• Robin is a woman who appreciates having control of situations. She’s certainly a gentle top, a service top. She’s rather vanilla, too. Although, Robin will try new things with open arms if that’s what you desire most.

• Uses her hana-hana no mi to do lewd things with you. Wether it’s sprouting extra hands to work on every inch of your body, from your nipples to your throbbing erection. Although, Robin won’t use her powers if it’s an uncomfortable thought for you.

• Despite being so kind during intimate acts, this woman will Not hesitate to tease you. Robin loves to embarrass others, it makes her oh so happy. She just finds it endearing to see your face get so red because of her.

• Robin has an odd thing for wearing some of her clothing during sex, wether leaving her black nylons on whilst you two do it or leaving one of her clingy tops. She can’t explain why, it’s just arousing to her.

• Her favourite position is Definitely reverse cowgirl. I mean... Robin was technically a cowgirl, correct? Perhaps aesthetic wise but... you get my point, you get my joke. But for your more romantic sessions, Robin prefers missionary. She loves being able to see every bit of your face, as well as hold your hands in hers. She yearns for genuine love and connection.

• Robin isn’t a huge fan of cream pies. She prefers seeing your fluid spill out onto her tanned skin, showing a contrast from your white, nearly translucent cum. But if you two are having a very loving moment, Robin doesn’t mind you cumming inside of her. As you may tell, she’s rather easy going.

Ulti x M! Reader NSFW Headcanons

• Ulti is a very bratty sub, to no ones surprise. She’s incredibly demanding in bed, trying to dictate every little move you do on her. She’s very picky with sex and things in general. Ulti is quick to deny certain positions and kinks if she doesn’t like the sound of them.

• Ulti is thankful to have her mask while you two have sex. She hates the thought of you seeing her make such faces, she doesn’t want to give you the victory of making her go off the deep end in pleasure.

• She’ll definitely make you wear a condom. Ulti hates the thought of people disrupting her cute looks, and she’s terrified of you slathering her pale skin and beautiful hair in your seed.

• Ulti loves giving blowjobs. She’ll do it under her mask, though. She loves savouring the taste of your shaft, even if she complains the entire time. Even with her verbal annoyance to it, it’s easy to tell how much she likes it.

• To go with that, Ulti loves hair pulling. Nothing too hard, obviously. The girl is sensitive! But light tugs to her fluffy blue hair is enough to make her squeal.

• Favourite positions are certainly full nelson and doggy style. Ulti prefers to not have her face be looked at during sex, it may shatter her adorable girly image...! And no way in hell is she letting that happen.

Yamato x M! Reader NSFW Headcanons

• Yamato is very bashful, despite their tall and intimidating appearance. They melt from the slightest pieces of affection, especially sexual love. It’s embarrassing for them, truly. They don’t know a whole lot about sex and the world in general, due to being locked up by Kaido for 20 years or so.

• Incredibly vanilla, like.. so vanilla. They’re definitely a verse, i must say. Yamato is open to everything, the great Kozuki Oden could conquer anything... so they shall overthrow every kink you throw at them! But not handcuffs... please not those.

• Yamato likes to be talkative during sex. They’ll definitely giggle and make remarks if certain things tickle or feel good. That can make passionate / deep sex hard because gosh, they’ll never shut their trap.

• Their favourite position is one with any reach of hugging you. Wether being on your lap or pushed on their back. Skinship is important to Yamato, romantically, platonically, etc. They love to hug and be close to people, so... certainly expect that during intimate moments.

• Yamato definitely prefers anal, i can’t explain why i drew such a conclusion but !! yeah. It’s a challenge and great warrior, thy new Kozuki Oden, is always up for a challenge. Definitely not just because it makes them cum quick and hard ..

• Prefers to have you cum on them. Yamato just dislikes being full of cum. And can you really blame them? It can be rather uncomfortable... They don’t ever make exceptions, unlike Robin.