#tickle drabble

[tickly-trashcan]

Secret {Astarion x Reader}

“Why are you staring at me? You’re creeping me out,” Astarion drawled with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged. “I’m wondering what else you’ve been keeping a secret.”

Astarion huffed out a laugh. “What, you think that because I’m a vampire that I’m untrustworthy? I’m hurt, darling.”

You shook your head quickly, taking Astarion’s hand in your own. “No, it’s not that. I can understand why you kept that secret at first. I’m more curious about… well…”

You fumbled over your words, trying to find out how to phrase it. Astarion smirked and leaned toward you, your faces mere inches apart. “Curious about what, darling? If you’re going to ask about my… preferences, I would like to let you know that I’m open to almost anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You know I wasn’t going to ask about that, shameless flirt.”

Astarion laughed and cupped your cheek. “What can I say? With someone as lovely as you, it’s hard not to flirt.”

A bit of heat touched your cheeks and you smiled. “I was going to ask if there is anything I should be careful of with you. Vampire-related or not, I want to make sure I’m not making you uncomfortable at all.”

Astarion’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to correct his facial expression. He shrugged. “Darling, nothing you could do would make me uncomfortable. If anything, I should be asking you this question.”

You crossed your arms. Astarion sighed. “Well, I’m not fond of pain, but you know this. If you want to be more, erm– physical with me, I would request gentler touch.”

You smiled at that. “You’re a bit of a softie, then?”

Astarion flushed. “Well, I didn’t say that.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close. “What kind of gentle are we talking about? Hugs, kisses, tickles, hand-holding–”

“Since when is tickling considered gentle?”

You looked up at him with a small frown. “It can be very gentle, love. Can I show you?”

Astarion hesitated, but upon seeing the soft look in your eyes, he nodded. You smiled and gently began to trace your hands up his ribs, barely skittering your fingertips as you drew circles and scribbles along his ribs and sides.

Astarion could not hold back a small smile, curling into you as he shook with soft laughter. You grazed his belly and ever so slightly pinched at his hips, making him squeak uncharacteristically.

“Ah–! Hehehe, okahay!” Astarion tapped your shoulder and you ceased your tickling. He did not let go of you, however, still curled against you as you rubbed gentle circles in his back.

“How was that?”

Astarion hummed in contemplation. “Not as agonizing as I imagined. I suppose we could keep that on the list.”

You smiled and pulled out of his embrace to kiss him. He kissed you back, his own hands finding your hips while your lips were locked together. Your breath hitched and he smiled against your lips.

“Now, tell me, darling: how gentle should I be with you?”

[sleepylee3]

Ok so I was in the car driving home today and my brain was full of Hermes drabbles and this happened

*wait a minute Zieru's design for Hermes is perfect for sneaky side tickles or even a tackle and shirt flip followed by raspberries*

Then my brain was like 'oh wait a minute already i can make a little thing about this on tumblr later' so here we are..uhm....enjoy Epic fandom :3

Ever since Odysseus had come home from his 20-year journey, killed all the suitors in his palace, and re-united with his son and loving wife, he'd felt more at peace than he'd ever been. Reasonably enough, he still had a lingering feeling of dread. Now, why would he? All potential threats were taken care of- Poseidon was off his back, the suitors were dead, and he was home; what more could there be to worry about?

Oh, except maybe the fact that Hermes was now a frequent visitor, alongside Athena (who practically lived with the family of 3, considering how much she was around). Thankfully, he wasn't up to his mischievous self the whole week, just......5 days out of 7. Of course, the only real reason he was allowed around (he'd probably still be regardless, but anyways-) was because he helped keep Telemachus busy; Odysseus and Penelope were always together, so Telemachus had no one but Argon, Athena, and his great-grandpa Hermes to hang out with. Luckily for his parents, they did an excellent job of, well.....babysitting; while Telemachus and his divine friends (plus Argon) called it "hanging out", Odysseus and Penelope called it babysitting, because well...that's what it was.

Now, Hermes was quite the help with Telemachus, but that didn't mean the two stayed out of trouble. No- if anything, the trouble around the palace all but lessened. At first, it was little things- rearranged books, weapons missing from the arena and showing up in random places around the palace (one was even in the bathroom), y'know, the little things. But then it started to escalate- water buckets on the top of doors, invisible trip-wires causing flour to pour all over someone, fake spiders in drinks and beds, and overall shenanigans. And there was only one person (ok, maybe two) who could've been behind it.

As Odysseus walked into the arena, he noticed two practice spears missing from their usual stands. Beginning the search, he checked each regular hiding spot, only to find them dangling just out of his reach inside his room. Reaching up he attempted to grab one, missing the end just barely.

"Need some help?"

Odysseus barely had time to react before he felt something scribbling against his exposed underarm, immediately snapping his arm back down and looking around.

Nothing. Why does this have to be so difficult?

Meanwhile, Hermes was watching from the shadows, waiting to strike again. Watching Odysseus reach up to grab at the dangling practice spears again, he slowly drifted forward to once again mess with the King of Ithaca, knowing nothing too horrible would happen, should he be caught. No, he wouldn't- he was too fast for that, surely.

Reaching out, he squeezed the king's sides with a quick yet firm squeeze, then raced back to the shadows just as Odysseus turned around.

"Alright, who's doing that? Come out here, now!"

Hermes had to stifle a giggle from where he was, and decided to pretend like he'd been passing by the room in search of Telemachus, and mess with his grandson some more. As he disappeared out of the room, he reappeared just outside, then floated past calling out Telemachus's name.

"Telemachus! Where did you go? Darling, I found a cool rock!"

As soon as Odysseus laid eyes on him, his suspicions were made true.

"Hermes! Just who I was looking for- come here for a moment, will you?"

Hermes floated over, landing in front of him as if it was just a normal day. Oh, if Hermes had only known what the king was planning.

"I have a question for you- can you get those down for me?"

Odysseus asked, pointing to the dangling spears. He watched as Hermes shrugged, beginning to float up to get the practice spears down, but was stopped by a dug on his cloak.

"From the ground- I wanna see you do something without flying around for once."

The man had to fight back a smug grin as he watched the latter reach up for the spears as he had, knowing that the other's attention was on trying to get them down without leaving the carpeted floor.

So he could only fight back a sly chuckle as he reached out and quickly squeezed the messenger's exposed sides, earning him a rewarding shriek of surprise as he quickly crossed his arms to appear innocent.

"Whahat was that, Ody?"

"What was what, messenger?"

"....nothing-"

The king knew it wasn't just nothing; he'd gotten into tickle fights before, he wasn't dumb. So of course he had to do it again. Reaching out once more, he spidered his fingers across the back of his friend's ribs, earning another shriek, followed by a floating Hermes glaring at him from above; obviously, it wasn't a real glare, they both knew he enjoyed it as much as anyone.

"Are you sure? To me, that sounded like a shrieky little giggle-"

"Shuhut up- if you do that one more time, darling, I can't guarantee you'll be safe from me for the next week, at the least."

"Hmm...I'm willing to take that risk!"

Odysseus lunged at the floating god, grabbing his legs and pulling him down, causing them to tumble to the ground. In the end, Hermes was flat on his back with his shirt (the front of his cloak, really- it was all attached) over his face, and the king wasted no time in climbing on top of the normally smug-looking god (haha get it, normally smug looking bc u cant see his face), sitting on his hips so he couldn't move. Of course, he could always just disappear and reappear somewhere else, but where was the fun in that?

"Odysseus, dohohon't! I'm sohohrryy"

"No, I don't think you are- but look at this, you can't even see me! That's no fun, now is it?"

He reached up, pulling the part of Hermes's cloak-shirt-thing (shoat??) that was over his face down to where his chest ended and his ribs began.

"There, that's better! Now I can see you, and you can see me!"

"Nohoho shihit!"

Odysseus gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on his chest.

"Language! I can't let that go unnoticed, now can I? That needs to be treated, if you're going to be around Telemachus more!"

As he finished saying this, he brought a hand down to begin scribbling over the messenger's exposed belly, causing hearty giggles to tumble out of the god's mouth like some sort of dam had burst, and all the pent-up things just came flowing out.

"Hehe's ahalmohohost 21! Thahaht's ahahan ahaduhult!"

Hermes managed to say between giggles, his cheeks flushed a pinkish-red color as he scrunched his eyes shut, crow's feet appearing around the corners of his eyes. Odysseus decided to put his newly-shaven beard to use, and it had been a while since he'd used it on someone, much less anyone other than family.

"Hey Hermes, what's my favorite fruit? Do you remember?"

The king asked, waiting Hermes's answer. Now, the laughing god wasn't stupid, he knew what was going to happen; but where's the fun in not playing along? Besides, it had been a while since he'd really, truthfully laughed; this was a much-needed release.

"Nohoho! Daharlihing, I'm sohohrry! Plehehase-"

While the giggling deity may have been convincing to any other, Odysseus knew he was enjoying himself. Plus, this was a bit of payback for Hermes messing with him, before he was given the Holy Moly before fighting Circe, back on her island. Now, he really did have a taste of the power (heh get it).

"Well, do you? It's ok, I do!"

Odysseus brought his head closer to the god's face, just to fluster him more.

"It's raspberries!"

He watched as the god's face turned a darker shade of red, then he leant down and began nuzzling his face into the messenger's belly, his half-shaven beard adding to the measure of tickles shooting through the latter's body, adding little raspberries here an there. Poor Hermes (not really, he loved it-) was laughing himself silly, but dare he admit it, he was having fun.

"NAHAHAHO! OHOHDHYHY!!!"

The king's ears weren't the best, but he could've sworn he almost went deaf- the god's shrieky laughter was so loud, he was sure all of Ithaca could hear him. Endearingly enough though, his ears were the same color as the blush covering his face, his hair was mussed up, and the wings on his head where happily flapping up and down, as if trying to fly away.

Being a father, (and frequent tickle monster, and trickster,) he knew when someone was at a limit, and when they weren't. He could tell the squirming, shrieking, laughing puddle under him that was Hermes was nearing there, so he gave one last raspberry to the middle of his stomach, squeezing both his sides at the same time to bring out one last giggly shriek before getting off the other, allowing them to breathe as Odysseus picked up his bow, shooting the rope that held the spears in place, causing them to fall onto the floor with a satisfying thump.

"Have fun?"

"Mahaybe...."

And with that, the reinging king of Ithaca walked out, carrying the practice spears to the arena to put them back, passing Telemachus on the way.

"Oh, hey dad! Have you seen Hermes?"

Odysseus only smirked to himself before answering with a simple

"Check my room",

then walking past his son, leaving him to find the giggly mess of a god that was on his bedroom floor for Telemachus to find.

[saturnzskyzz]

A lil Drabble from something inspired by @sleepy--anon the inspired post right -> here for reference. (Btw, this is hella choppy but bear with me here.)

Lee! Sang-woo Ler! Gi-hun

“Gi-hun… Why are you looking at me like that?” Sang-woo questioned his friend’s sudden childish behavior.

Sang-woo, Ali, and Gi-hun were peacefully sat on a rounded table bench outside of a mini café restaurant. Ali and Gi-hun were normally chit chatting while Sang-woo sat and listened while constantly sipping away at his mocha. Days like these for Sang-woo calmed his mind. The sounds of his friends voices always soothed his worries from work and regular home life altogether.

It was peaceful and content until Gi-hun had suddenly stopped his rambling to look at Sang-woo who took another satisfying sip out of his cup to stare at him with a glint in his eye. When Sang-woo looked back up to see Gi-hun staring at him, he saw how the mischievous play was shown on his friend’s features. The perked up eyebrows, the determined eyes, the stoic expression in his lips. It was odd. And very sudden.

Ali sat back to watch this play out as if he already knew what was to come. The truth is, he didn’t have a clue as to what Gi-hun was planning. It didn’t stop his curiosity however.

Without a word from the mischievous man, he suddenly darted both of his hands into Sang-woo’s sides. Earning a yelp from him.

“AHCK- Gihihi-Gi-hun! Whahat on earth ahahare you dohohoing?!” Sang-woo asked in plea. He instinctively grabbed at the offender’s wrists but with no force to actually dislodge them from his sensitive sides.

He just continued on wiggling away with his fingers as Sang-woo grew more and more ansty by the second. The sensations were driving him crazy. What drove him more crazy is the fact that Gi-hun started to give attention to his ribs.. more specifically, this one particular rib that always gets him wheezing if you tweaked it just right.

“GI-HUN?! WHAHAHAT-?!” Instantly, he folded. The constant silence, the tickly sensations on those specific ribs, the fact that Ali is witnessing the entire thing. Right, Ali!

“A-AHALI! HAHALP ME!” Sang-woo called out pleadingly, hoping that he’ll get up and help, but he was wrong. He sat there giggling at the situation.

“Ihi’m sorry Sang-woo ahh, but you’re ohon your own!”

Traitor!

Ali’s response got a low chuckle out of Gi-hun, as he dug deeper into the crevice now.

“AAH! Wahait-WAIT! IHI’M SAHARRY!��� He repeated. As if that will stop Gi-hun anytime soon.

“Whyhy are you sorry??” Gi-hun finally asked after going minutes without saying anything.

He folded once again as if he was able to sink into the bench they were sat on, or well, struggling to sit on as he squirmed every which way. His cheeks began to flush as the embarrassment kicked in.

“Thahahat uhuhusually makes YOHOU STAHAHP!” Sang-woo admitted. This whole predicament made him feel drunk. He didn’t even know what he did, and yet he’s getting tickled for god knows what.

Gi-hun chuckled at this. Clearly amused by his tactics to get him to stop. Cause to be all honest, he usually does, but this day in particular.. he really didn’t want to.

After what felt like an oblivion, he finally stopped. He gave Sang-woo a chance to breathe as he leaned his head down onto the table to hide his flushed state.

“You’re really ticklish, Sang-woo ahh!” Ali said after a minute, earning a glare from the four eyed workaholic.

“W-what wahas that for, Gi-hun?” Sang-woo asked, turning his head to look at him.

Gi-hun gave him an innocent smile at that. “Because I figured you need to smile today.”

This caught Sang-woo off guard. “What?”

Hi-hun only smiled. Then, he poked his side teasingly with a yelp from the other. “Don’t question it or you’re getting a round two.”

That sure as hell shut San-woo up.

[feathers-of-fluff]

Giggly Billy

Summary: Herself (Girlfriend) is trying to brush Yourself’s (Boyfriend) messy wings, but unfortunately for the angel, they just have to be that sensitive.

a/n: sorry for disappearing again!! here’s a little drabble set in the time before yourself’s girlfriend died. hope you enjoy it!

this drabble is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“Babe, hold still! You don’t wanna end up leaving feathers around like a chicken!” Herself told, waiting for her boyfriend to keep his flapping wings still with a brush in hand.

“Ihi knohohow, buhut it tihihicklehes!” Yourself giggled. It was difficult enough for him to resist the tingly sensation because of those soft bristles, but he at least tried his best to stop his wings’ slight movement.

“That’s why I had to remind you like, one minute ago, because I know well your wings are just that ticklish whenever you make that cute sound.” The demon lady explained, slowly raising her finger towards one of the feathery appendages as if she was predicting what Yourself would say next.

“What sound- bEeP!” His voice went up an octave as he felt something lightly scratch on his wing, sending a ticklish shock to his nerves. The angel froze in place for a second before turning his head to Herself, showing his face of embarrassment.

“That sound.” She chuckled before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a giggly billy, you know that?”

That unexpected nickname made him go silent, the blush on his face slowly increasing as he stared. Yourself hesitates for a second before speaking.

“…Wh-what’d you call me?”

“You heard me~ Do I have to prove it?” Herself asks, her hand posed into a claw with fingers wiggling to make the teasing worse for the angel.

Yourself immediately looks away and shakes his head in disagreement, his wing briefly moving with a small flap.

The demon lady took this as a sign to continue whatever she had forgotten to do, and went straight to it—but then the bristles brought back the tickling sensation and Yourself may have regretted his decision. “BEEhehEEp! Gihihirlfriehehend!”

“Yes, my giggly billy~?” As she brushed the appendage, Herself snuck a few skittering tickles on the angel’s back. He still manages to keep himself still, but with how evil she randomly decided to be, doing that is slowly turning out to be a challenge.

“*hic* PLEAHAHAhease-! Ihi caHAHAn’t tahake ihihit!” Yourself hiccuped.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry.” As much as she loved hearing his laughter, Herself wanted to avoid going too far by accident—so she began swiping the brush across the feathers to lessen the ticklish feeling. “But also, the next time you have your wings out, you better watch out when I’m around~”

The blue-haired angel covered his blushing face with his hands. Hopefully that doesn’t happen…

Unless he just jinxed himself.

~

End

[tickly-trashcan]

Hide and Seek {Kai and Lloyd}

Lloyd tried his best to stifle his giggles as he hid under one of the bunk beds. He watched as the door opened and saw Kai’s feet as he walked into the room, grumbling.

“Lloyd! Where are you?”

Lloyd held a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. He and Kai had agreed to one game of hide and seek, but Lloyd kept changing his hiding spots, making it nearly impossible for Kai to find him.

“Ugh, I guess he’s not in here, either…”

Lloyd waited a little bit after Kai left the room to release his breath, chuckling proudly to himself as he started to crawl out from under the bed. As he did, some of the dust under the bed blew up, making his nose tingle.

“Ah, ah–” Lloyd tried to stop himself, but before he could, he sneezed. Loud.

He heard footsteps running down the hallway and he quickly tried to crawl back under the bed, but Kai was in the room before he could fully get back under the bed. “Aha!”

Lloyd squeaked, but he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. There was no escape. And unfortunately for Lloyd, there had been a little bit more at stake with this game of hide and seek than the other ones.

“Well, well, well! I checked under here earlier, you must’ve been changing spots! You stinker, you’re gonna pay for that!”

Lloyd rolled all the way under the bed, giggling nervously. “No, I won’t! You still haven’t caught me, and five minutes is almost up!”

Lloyd squeaked when he felt Kai’s hand around his ankle before he was yanked out from under the bed. He was met with Kai’s smirking face as he wiggled his fingers at Lloyd, making him squirm and giggle without even touching him.

“I found you and caught you within five minutes. So now you have to do my chores for the rest of the week,” Kai poked lightly at Lloyd’s tummy, making him squirm. “And I think, since you cheated, I have to give you a little payback, too.”

Lloyd began to protest with whines and giggles, but Kai was not going to let him off that easily. He was quick to pounce on Lloyd and began to skitter his fingers all over Lloyd’s tummy and sides, making him squeal and laugh, trying to curl up to protect himself.

“Kahahai! That’s not fahahahair!!”

“Not fair? You weren’t playing fair either!!” Kai teased, wiggling his fingers under Lloyd’s arms as he arched his back and laughed.

“Plehehehease!! It tickles! Kai, stahahap!” Lloyd wailed, kicking his legs weakly as Kai finally began to let up on his tickle attack.

“Are you gonna play fair next time?”

“Yehehehes!!”

“Promise?”

“Yehehehes!!!”

Satisfied, Kai finally released Lloyd and ruffled his hair, making him whine. He nudged him gently with his elbow and winked. “Go ask Jay if he’ll play hide and seek in exchange for both our chores. I’ll show you the best hiding spot on the Bounty!”

[chloenotfound404]

For drabbles, think Omega and Terzo could tag attack Copia? 👀

Drabble: tag team attack

(Ok seriously thank you Anon for this! This was so cute and fluffy and easy to write and I’m in love with these babies 🥺)

Characters: Terzo, Omega, Copia

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⚠️Warnings: tickling (if thats not your thing)

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Summary: Terzo and Omega have noticed Copia’s growing stress as the new Papa Emeritus.

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Both Terzo and Omega had found a way to sneak into the rehearsal room through one of the empty offices of the ministry, the door happened to lead through the office and into the back of the rehearsal room where Copia sat. More than likely stressing about the fact that he would have to go on tour for the first time as Papa in less than a week. All of the other ghouls were either in their own respective rooms or the common room talking or playing around with instruments.

Omega gently opened the door to the room making sure he was quiet, Terzo following suit behind him although you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Copia stood at the small desk in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning pieces of paper as the two others came up behind him. He hadn’t even heard them or seen them come in.

Omega gently led Terzo in front of him to the left as he stepped to Copia’s right, having one on each side. That was when Copia had noticed them with an evidently startled jump at their presence. The poor youngest brother didn’t even have time to talk before he was doubled over in fits of giggles. Omega squeezing gently into his side and Terzo managing to reach around to gently press into Copia’s tummy. Both Terzo and Omega exchanging smirks as they watched Copia crumble to try and protect himself.

“We thought you were stressed,” Omega chuckled, his strong grip managing to hold Copia upright again to make it easier for the tag attack to go ahead.

Copia could barely speak through his giggles, his arms trying to block the attack coming from both sides but the more he moved the more spots he had exposed. Omega had switched to kneading into Copia’s hip which, coupled with Terzo targeting his tummy with raspberries, spidering, skittering and pokes, had the poor papa in stitches.

“There’s no need to be stressed,C. If I could do the job, you can too. I always knew you were a stress head.” Terzo rambled, looking up to see his younger brother struggling to keep standing up from the onslaught of the tag team attack they had pulled off.

The moment that Copia went to try and respond to them both, the smallest of hiccup like laugher started to pool out from him as he doubled over again, unable to keep upright. “I-I wasn’t s-stressing!!” Copia managed to squeak out through his helpless giggles, practically crumbling into Omega’s arms as soon as the ghoul started to pinch at his thighs. “Don’t deny it, I saw you looking at the official docs that Father gave to you,” Terzo chuckled, managing to wedge his fingers into Copia’s ribs and vibrate them slightly, sending Copia into about her fit of helpless and squeaky giggles.

It had taken a few minutes for the Ghoul and Terzo to halt the attack, their job seemingly had been successful. Copia had bright puffy cheeks and a smile again. The smile which had mostly been absent since his ascension to Papa. “Promise you’ll stop being such a stress head?” Terzo asked, looking the younger in his eyes with a sincere look. Copia, still catching his breath slightly, nodded and gave a small smile to both Terzo and Omega.

“I promise. But the next time you two tag team, don’t scare the shit outta me, ok?”

[littleesistler]

Chiropractor ler - lucid dream

Not me randomly getting a dream of going to the chiropractor when I haven’t gone in ages there. I used to go with my mom as a kid. Becuase of pain and stiff joins or dislocation of them. They used to lay me on my tummy and use different tools to crack my back and shoulders. It never really hurt since I’m hyper mobile but as a kid it kinda tickled a bit lol.

So to present day, I just got a dream I went back to the chiropractor. He laid me down on one of those massage tables that have supports for your arms and an opened pillow for my head so I could breathe. I just laid there in my tummy and he got his tools.

warning: intense tickles, tools, mentions of crying, almost passing out, breifly mentioning of romance. Sfw as always! it’s very short but I wanted to give a heads up for my darlings 🫶

Then I felt him massage and rub over my ribs and he said that I was very stiff there so he needed to crack my ribs🫠

Not this man getting a fork, electric toothbrush, plastic scalp massager, hairbrush, pet brush and tickling the living days out of my ribs. I was crying, screaming and whining. This dream was very detailed to (it’s a bit so flustering to type out the whole thing) and it went on for hours until he managed to crack my ribs. Then he went over them with a cold jade roller to soothe the skin.

I was a panting drooling barely awake mess after that. When I got up from the massage bed I almost passed out since I stood up too fast. So he caught me (full k-drama style with 7 different angles) and helped me to a spare relaxing room where I laid down and slept.

Then I was dreaming in the dream and realizing I kinda liked it. So when I woke up from my rest (in my dream) and went to pay I booked more appointments and then it turned into a cliche romance 🤚😂

We went on dates and I just clicked well with him since we both enjoyed tickling, he was patient, affectionate and helped me with my chronic pain (to bad it was a dream) and don’t worry one day I managed to switch and turn the tables on miss ma’am ❤️🤭

[tickling-giggles]

Hello! I was the one who sent that last ask (meant to say accounts not bliss idk why it autocorrected to that) and that’s so great! So if it’s not against your rules may I request ler illumi with a lee younger sister reader? Not too much younger, like only three years? So they’re both adults :D Thank you, I love your work!

You’re still the same

Summary: Illumi is helping you move into your apartment and he brings up some of his your favorite memories together. You explain how you’re 22 now and not a little girl anymore but Illumi has ways to prove other wise.

Fem!reader (little sister) no weird stuff just sibling love. There also is a wee bit of swearing

A/n: first one of the day 🌟(this is probably so freaking terriblezzz) Gon x Killua are mentioned. I tried giving Illumi a little flavor

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“Do you need any assistance?” Illumi asked as he saw you struggling with a huge mirror. “I got it Ill” you simply responded as you almost break the mirror. “You know I’m here to hel—“ he was about to remind you for the MILLIONTH time before you cut him off “yes yes Ill I know you’re here to help your sister whenever with whatever but I got it” you sighed, laughing to yourself as you looked around to see what else needs to be done. “You forgot the little infront of sister.” He said just to be an ass.

“I’m only three years younger shut up plus I am 22 years old now technically 23 sine my birthday is next month” you lightly hit his arm as you crossed arm side-eying him with a grin on your face. “Still little not only in age but in size too Kil may be taller than you” he raised a brow as he scoffed. “You’re still my little sister at the end of the day plus it’s not like I’m calling you my baby sister so you’re okay.”

“Okay but like it sounds like we’re 12 and 15” you looked at him. “You remember at school when you tripped that one kid and he fell down the stairs but only his arm broke from the fall” Illumi chuckled at bit bringing up old memories. “Oh my gosh yes he had it coming he was so annoying” you shrugged your shoulders smiling. “You remember when you dislocated the chimera ant’s shoulder” he brought up. “Can you believe I was only 4 when I did that” you smiled. “Not to brag but I taught you that when you were 3” he said as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“No need to gloat there bucko” you chuckled. “See I taught my little sister so much” he patted your head before you swatted his hand and point at him. “I am 22! I’m not little I am an adult and how dare you pat my head.”you dramatically acted shocked.“Look at you trying so hard to be so proper that adorable I should tell mom.”Illumi teased. “Actually I am an adult adorable is not in my vocabulary and you should start acting your age too” you sassed him.

“Oh I’ll act my age like the annoying 15 year old brother I can be” he raised his eyebrows popping his knuckles. “You threatening me?… Wait! Illumi no don’t fucking do it” you point at him slowly backing away. “Do what y/n? Tickle you?” He asked in a sly tone as he inch towards you. “Yehes exactly that” you giggled as you tried to make a run for it. He swiftly grabbed your wrist pinning you onto the sofa. “I’ve been a big brother for how many years 22 I knew you were try to make a run for it” he scoffed.

“Would you like to change your mind? Hint hint this is your last chance” illumi asked. “Fuhuhuck off” you giggled anticipating. “No wonder we’re Kil gets it from learned from his bad mouth sister” he chuckled a bit as he poked at your sides.

“Yohohou’re such ahahan ass hahaha” you giggled. “So what you are too” he sassed pinching your sides. “Someone is quite squirmy today” he teased acting clueless. “Yohohou’re literally tihihickling me”

“Oh I am?! I didn’t even notice” he acted surprised.

“Wehehehehe are lihihihuterally aduhuhults and yohohou’re tickling mehehehehe like a frehehheheaking kid” you laugh as you weakly push at his hands as he gotten closer and closer to your armpits. “I wouldn’t care if we were 75 and 72 uh oh someone is getting a bit squeaky” he scoffed as he teased. “Ihihi am nohohohot”

“You are so stubborn you know none of this would be happening right now if you just accepted you’re my little sister” Illumi explained finally reaching your armpit. IHIHILLUMEHEHEHEHEHEE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHUT”

“OHOHOHKAHAHAY ILLUMEHEHEHEHE IHIHIM STIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOUR LITTLE SISTERAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” You squealed as you gave in slapping the floor. “And don’t forget it” he said as he stopped the tickles. “You’re still a teen ya’know you may legally be an adult doesn’t mean you have to immediately start acting like one” he told you.

“My god you’re acting like she’s going mars for the rest of eternity” Killua exaggerated rolling his eyes. “I can give you this treatment too Kil” Illumi said with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Yohou’re one to tahahalk didn’t mom say you were bawling your eyes out when you first found out I was moving” you laughed as you teased him.

“Anywayssssss mom wants us all back for dinner” he side-eyed you with a faint blush, as he put his hands in his pockets. “Are you bringing your boyfriend?” Illumi teased as he smirked a tiny bit. “I—WH—HE— SHUT UP!!” Killua stuttered blushing even more as he slammed the door “HURRY UP!!”.

“Come on before he starts whining and pouting” you rolled your eyes as you got up.

[bee--positive]

Tickletober Day 3 and 4: Cuddles and Weak Spot

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Summary: When tickled, Leviathan needs it gentle. Lucky for him, his girlfriend is happy to provide.

Characters/Ships: Leviathan/Bee (OC)

A/N: I feel like Leviathan loves gentle tickles cause he's a sensitive guy. That's all.

Words: 383

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"Y'know, for the Avatar of Envy, you're very cute like this."

Bee's voice was soft and quiet as she looked down at her boyfriend with an equally soft gaze. Leviathan was laid out across her bed, his hands covering his bright red face as he tried hard not to squirm too much. Bee's hands were gently massaging along Leviathan's ribs, her fingers rubbing against the bones.

At her teasing, Leviathan let out a soft whine of sorts, squirming a bit more but not trying to escape. He peeked at her through his fingers, his orange eyes swirling with embarrassment. "Sh-Shut uhuhup, Behehee..."

Bee chuckled softly at his half-hearted protest. "Well, excuse me. Not my fault you're sensitive here. May I remind you that you also haven't tried to really stop me since I started? Hm?"

Leviathan groaned around his giggling at Bee's words, quickly moving his hips from side to side in an attempt to distract himself. Which obviously didn't work. "Behehehee, come on... Quit teasing mhehe..."

"I'm only doing that a little, though. I gotta be gentle since you're so ticklish here that it makes you weak in the knees, remember?"

As if to emphasize her words, Bee dug a bit more firmly into Leviathan's ribs, causing him to jerk violently underneath her with a loud cackle. His hands flew off his face, swiftly moving downward to seize Bee's wrists. He released a nervous giggle as he moved her hands away from his ribs for a moment, his lips in a wobbly smile and his cheeks still bright red.

"Okay! Okahahahay! I get it. Don't do that again, plehehease..."

Bee giggled softly as she leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips, pulling back after a few moments. "See? Cute."

Leviathan's eyes widened as Bee pulled back from the kiss, his mouth gaping a bit in surprise. After several moments, he surged forward, capturing Bee in a tight hug and flopping back down onto the bed with a quiet thud. Bee laughed slightly at his actions, her own cheeks starting to flush a bit.

"Alright, I can see you don't want any more tickles. Cuddle time?"

Leviathan nodded into the crook of her neck as he sighed contentedly, his grip on her tightening. "Cuddle time..." Was all he offered in response.

[tickly-trashcan]

Cackle {Gale x Reader}

“How come you never told me you were this ticklish??” You exclaimed.

“It– GAhaha!! It never cahahahame up!” Gale shrieked, pounding his fists into the dirt at the campsite.

“I think it’s rather rude to keep such a fun fact from me,” With a grin, you snuck your hands under Gale’s arms, making him snap his arms to his sides and howl.

“Love, plehehehehease–!”

Gale buried his face in the dirt and you could not help but chuckle from your spot on his back. His feet kicked helplessly behind him while you tickled him to bits, finding his cackles and reactions highly amusing. You had always loved his laugh, however dorky it could get, but this was a new level of cackling that you did not think Gale could achieve.

“Gods, this is sickening to watch,” Astarion said with displeasure from the sidelines. Shadowheart and Lae’zel stood beside him, both with their arms folded.

“And loud. Why torture someone if you’re not trying to get information out of them?” Lae’zel grumbled, walking away from the scene.

You only rolled your eyes and went back to Gale, who was starting to twist onto his back under your weight. You chuckled and began to claw at his stomach when he was halfway onto his back, making him shriek and flop back onto his belly.

Gale was burning with embarrassment and giddy with ticklish energy, but he did nothing to stop you aside from flail. He knew you were having fun, and if that was at the price of some of his dignity, he was willing to let that happen.

When you found his ribs, however, he went into silent hysterics and wheezes. You worried if you had gone too far and stopped, leaving him a panting mess beneath you.

“Gale?”

“Oh Gods– My stomach hurts from laughing,” He chuckled. You got off of him and he sat up, face red and eyes teary. “You can be cruel, love.”

You shrugged mischievously and brushed some of his hair behind his ear. “I only do it because I love you.”

Astarion made a gagging noise and Gale waved him away. “Go suck a pig dry or something.”

You laughed and Gale grinned dorkily, helping himself up and then extending a hand to you. He pulled you up and let his hand find the small of your back, pulling you close. At this point, the rest of your party had left the two of you alone, and you smiled against Gale’s lips when he kissed you.

He jumped back from the kiss with a yelp when you pinched his hip. “Do not start that again! I was trying to be sweet!”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. “You’re sweet enough already.”

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

can you pls write a fic with lee!stan and ler!kyle🙏

Hi gigglers! This is more of a drabble than a fic but hope you enjoy!

"No, seriously. It's not funny Kyle", Stan said as firmly as he could, although his voice quivered a bit. The boy had tried a shortcut out of the KFC bathrooms, avoiding the narrow path for a squeeze down the even narrower staircase. It was a dumb idea, but Stan wasn't the biggest fan of how repetitive and boring school days could be, so he took every opportunity for an adventure. Now he was paying the price.

"Aww, come on Stan", Kyle said in his teasy voice, "Can I just give you a little tickle wickle?"

Stan blushed heavily and groaned, "Don't say that. Now let me out!"

Kyle walked closer toward the staircase threateningly, his fingers in claws.

"Any last words Stan?"

Kyle could be very evil sometimes. Stan shut his eyes tight and tried desperately to wiggle free, but to no avail. He knew that he would be able to get out with his friends' help, but Kyle wasn't being the best friend at the moment.

"Come on bro, friends don't take advantage of friends when they get in difficult situaTIONS!" Stan's lecture was cut short, him squealing and erupting into a peel of giggles as Kyle reached his hand behind the staircase to poke and scribble at his side.

Kyle's evil face lit up in an expression of pure malicious delight. Stan's giggles were a bit pained at the edges, as he squirmed as far as his body would let him in the tight space. Kyle withdrew his hand - he wanted to have a spurt of fun, not actually assault the boy. Kyle reached his hand in to get Stan out, and pulled heavily, leading Stan to topple out and fall on top of him. In an instinctive move, the ginger-haired boy flipped Stan over so that their positions were switched, not wanting Stan to take advantage of a potentially strategic standpoint.

Stan frowned - "Hey, get off me asshole!"

Kyle did as he was told, allowing Stan to get up and shake his head.

"I can't believe you did that man. After, after all we've been through".

Stan's expression made Kyle's heart drop in guilt - "Come on, it wasn't that bad was it?"

Stan decided to keep up the act - "It is! And you know what the worst part is?" Stan tried to force tears, "I d-didn't even g-get you back".

For a while Kyle felt his stomach sink, regretting all of his life choices and feeling like the most horrible friend in the world. Stan just looked at Kyle's defeated expression, waiting for the ginger to process what he had just said.

"Hey...wait a second..."

Stan smiled, his smile quickly turning into a smirk, "So now do you get it?"

Kyle, who was considerably more ticklish than Stan, made a run for it.

[junimotardis]

Title: sugar cubes and tug of war with flowers 🌷 🍬

characters: professor sycamore & a colony of rescued flabebe and floette from floency town after the doomsday incident.

prompt: sycamore is taking care of and setting up a little enclosure biome for a colony of floette that was rescued after a storm.

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The fic/ Drabble

“Come on.. just hang on..” Sycamore mumbled to himself as he that’s tried all morning to set up a habitat for a colony of rescued flabebe and floette.

Not being the best at building things but he wanted to hang up different fletching houses and things or something like a combee hive for the little flower fairy’s.

“Ugh” the professor sighed as another fletching house slipped off the branch and bounced on the floor.

“I need a break” sycamore chuckled as he dropped the tools back in the tool box he borrowed from clemont and walked out of the habitat to get himself a coffee.

Meanwhile a curious pink flower flabebe had noticed the professors defeated mood and followed him, also being curious about the lab and everything new that was inside as she had never seen anything like the scientists instruments.

Following after sycamore the little pink flabebe spotted a box of sugar cubes on the counter where he was making himself a latte.

“Oh, hello there little one” sycamore smiled looking at the pink flabebe, watching with a amused expression as the little flower fairy flew down and grabbed a sugar cube.

“Go ahead, taste. I think you’ll like it.” Sycamore said watching as the flabebe looked at him before glancing at the cube of sugar and carefully licking the corner.

“fla.. flabebe!” The fairy Pokemon exclaimed, practically getting heart eyes and started breaking off pieces to eat like rock candy.

“Maybe you like it too much now that I think about it” sycamore chuckled as he didn’t see a group of flabebe watching from behind him and quickly flying over to the box of sugar cubes and grabbing as many as they could carry,

Eventually resulting in them all trying to lift the whole cardboard box.

“flabebe- fla-Bebe!” The pink one examined surprised frantically pointing over at the rainbow of flower Pokemon trying to fly away with as many sugar cubes they could carry.

“What? Hehey! That’s- you can't just take everything!” Sycamore laughed, getting up and walking over, reaching up trying to gently grab the cardboard box from the flurry of flabebe.

“Fla.. flabebe!” One of the flabebes said in a annoyed tone as they all tried to fly up out of reach but sycamore held onto the bottom “I can give you a few but you can’t take the whole box” Sycamore chuckled trying to reason with the flower fairy’s.

Meanwhile the flabebe looked at eachother and noticed the professors arm was stretched out so the leader floette flew down and started poking and bumping into sycamores side and ribs trying to get him to let go.

“Come on, let go of the box.. wahait, Hehey!” He laughed flinching as he felt the adrenaline rush from the poking.

“You’re clehehever Ihi will gihive you that- but you cahant get all the suhugar!” Sycamore giggled as he looked down at the floette who was poking him, who responded by huffing stubbornly and calling for more help.

“Wahahait,!“ sycamore laughed stepping back as a few more flabebe joined in, going into his lab coat and around his waist.

Meanwhile as this was happening the remaining flabebe and the pink one from before trying to carry the box of sugar cubes but having to land and await at the desk, next to the coffee cup from before.

“cahant we compromise?- ack!” The professor laughed before tripping and falling backwards making the flabebe stop up to se if he was okay.

Feeling a little bad and being a little shaken from the fall the flabebe flew out of the coat and hovered over sycamore “fla?” One of the flabebe said sitting on his forehead looking at his eyes

“I’m okay, don’t worry just.. out of breath” sycamore smiled reassuring the Pokemon “it’s fun to se how you all work together but as I tried to say before, cant we compromise?” Sycamore said with a chuckle as he sat up

“okay, how about you all share some sugar cubes and I can find some much better honey for you, even crystallised so it will be just like sugar” sycamore smiled finally getting up from the floor and looking around for where the honey glass was.

on the way spotting the tiny pink flabebe from before sip some coffee “oh arceus.. please don’t have a heart attack” he said getting up and walking over to the floette.

cupping the little one in his hand but happily discovering the floette was only incredibly excited and energy high and started flying around like a ping pong ball “pffft- you little rascals..” he smiled softly

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[mushyblushyredhead]

ON THIS DAY, I OFFICIALLY ASCENDED FROM THE EARTH’S CRUST AND EXITED THE WOMB 🩷✨🌸

Officially 21! aaAAAAA—

Anyway, take this little birthday tk drabble and do what you want with it and any characters you’d like! (*^▽^*)

Person A: *lounging in bed*

Person B: *pops in, all cheery* Hey! So, have you decided what we’re going to be doing today?

Person A: *shrugs* I’m not even sure what I want to do.

Person B: C’mon! It’s your birthday! We gotta do something! Anything you’d like! It’s your day after all. :3

Person A: I dunno…you know that nowadays, I just treat my birthday like a normal, not special day anymore after—

Person B: *sits on bed* Hey, I get it. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t not get be happy on your special day. You’re 21 now! And you’re my (best friend, partner, etc) I just want you to be happy and at least treat you to something fun today. Even if it’s a small thing like a trip to the mall, a movie, or some dinner.

Person A: Well….okay. Maybe a trip to the mall?

Person B: Alright! That’s the spirit! Ooh! But first, *puts hands behind back* I gotta give you your birthday present. :3

Person A: *tilts head* Is it…in your hands?

Person B: Well, sort of. You see, *scoots closer* since you’re turning 21…and since I know you secretly looooove being tickled and all that….

Person A: *gulps and blushes, shrinks*

Person B: I figured, what great way to start off your day then with some….birthday tickles! *pounces and tickles*

Person A: AAAH! *surprise squeal* Wait! Wahahahit!! Nohoho! C’mon! AaHAHAahahaa!

Person B: Sorry, but no can do! This is part of your present! 21 minutes of tickling for your 21 years of life! :D

Person A: WhaAAAHAHAHAT?! Y-You cahaHAHAhan’t!!

Person B: *slows fingers down* Hmm you’re right…I can’t do that….because I need to give you 21 raspberries too! *raspberries neck*

Person A: *loud squeal* EEEEEEEEHEEEAAA!! NOHOHO! PleEEEEEEEASE!! You cahahahan’t do thahahat either!

Person B: Sure I can! One raspberry for every year! And let’s see you’re…21! So 21 raspberries it is!

Person A: *squeals* NOOOOHOHOHO!! AAAAAAHH!! AAAAHEEEEAAAAHAHHAA!!

Person B: Hang in there! I still gotta give you 20 more! *raspberries belly*

Person A: NOHAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAEEEE!!

Person B: Happy birthday! 🥳

Person A: I-I HAHAHATE YOU SOHOHOH MUCH! NAAAAAAAHEHEHAHAHAHAAAA!!

[bee--positive]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

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Summary: Washio just wants to give his boyfriend some love. Onaga is, unfortunately, a bit too ticklish for that.

Characters/Ships: Washio Tatsuki/Onaga Wataru

A/N: Based off a much better drabble of sorts that I wrote before I had tumblr or even wattpad. I'm... exhausted honestly. But hopefully y'all like it anyway!

Words: 325

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"Washihihihihio!"

Washio raised a single eyebrow in question as his boyfriend giggled for what had to have been the third time in the five minutes he'd been hugging him and nuzzling his neck.

"What? You're awful giggly today, babe. What's the occasion?"

Onaga simply giggled again in response, his body squirming slightly in Washio's gentle but firm hold. His cheeks were starting to flush a light red, making him look even more pretty than usual.

"I'm sohohorry! I just...! Y-You...!"

Despite his attempts at speaking, Onaga was unable to, collapsing into giggles once again. Washio, although he loved hearing Onaga giggle, was starting to become confused. His lips quirked into a small, unsure smile. "Calm down, baby. Calm down. You'll get yourself all riled up..."

In an attempt at comfort, he lightly squeezed Onaga's sides, his fingers digging slightly into the lean muscle. At the touch, Onaga released a sudden bark of laughter, his legs nearly giving out underneath him as he curled inward on himself.

"Babe, nohohoho! Not thahahat!"

It was at this point that a light bulb went off in Washio's head, his eyes widening in realization. He immediately let go of Onaga's torso, taking his arms from around him but keeping his chest pressed against his back. His cheeks burned slightly as he blushed, slightly embarrassed that he hadn't realized he was tickling his boyfriend on accident.

"Ooh, I'm sorry. I forgot how ticklish you are, heh..."

He leaned his head to the side, pressing a careful kiss against Onaga's cheek. Onaga giggled again, although this time it seemed to be one of amusement and love. He leaned himself back into Washio's hold, gently taking his arms and putting them back around his torso.

"Hehehe... No, it's okay. I juhust wasn't reheheady..."

At those words, Washio's expression changed to one of mischief, his lips curling a smirk. "Oh, really? Well, if you're ready now... You've made me wanna do it on purpose!"

[tickly-trashcan]

Nuzzles {Jay x Nya}

Jay whined when Nya tried to pull herself out of his arms. He tightened his grip around her waist, humming softly into her tummy as she chuckled.

“Jay, I need to get up now. You’ve had plenty of time with me today,” Nya said sweetly, ruffling Jay’s hair lightly. He grumbled with his face still buried in her tummy.

“It hasn’t been enough… I don’t get a lot of time with just you, Nya,” Jay complained.

Nya rolled her eyes, shifting slightly as Jay continued to talk into her tummy. “I mean, whenever we have missions it’s everyone. Now that they’re all doing their thing, I want to spend time with you!”

“I get it, I get it. Listen, we just have to make the most of the time we have together, y’know?”

Jay huffed dramatically, making Nya shift and giggle in his arms. He finally pulled his face away from her tummy and looked up at her, his chin now resting on her. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re very giggly, Nya. Is everything alright?”

“Well, it’s hard not to giggle when you’re tickling me every time you talk.”

Jay blinked. Jay made a face while he processed what Nya had said. Jay smirked in a devious way and leaned forward. “I’m tickling you? That was hardly my intention…”

Nya smiled nervously and went to pry herself away from Jay again, but he held on tighter than before. “I’m sure it wasn’t before, but I’m not sure about now.”

Jay hummed and began to drum his fingers lightly on Nya’s side, making her giggle softly. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in hearing that laugh I love so much.”

“Jahay…” Nya said, though her threatening tone was ruined by her giggles.

Jay grinned. “You know I love you, right?”

“Jay, don’t you dahare–!”

Jay did not let Nya finish her sentence before he began to squeeze her sides. At the same time, he buried his face into her tummy and nuzzled in a tickly way that made her squeal.

“Jahahahay!! Jay, dohohon’t tickle mehehe!” Nya wailed in ticklish laughter, trying to decide between shoving his devious hands away or his head, which was still supplying her with tickly nuzzles.

“Why not?” Jay said in a muffled voice that Nya could hardly hear over her own laughter. He finally pulled his face back up to watch her, admiring her wide smile and her eyes that were squeezed shut. “Nya, how are you beautiful even when you’re laughing?”

“Behehecause I’m– Nahaha!! Stahahap!!” Nya could not even formulate a proper insult when Jay latched onto her ribs, drumming his fingers up and down her ribcage as she threw her head back and laughed.

Jay hummed and chuckled along with Nya, watching her reactions and teasing her gently for them as she flailed her arms around and laughed. He finally decided to let up when she started to curl up instead of pushing at his hands, wrapping his arms around her waist again and pulling her close.

Nya huffed. “You’re lucky that you’re cute. You’re even luckier that I love you.”

Jay sighed. “You’re right. I am the luckiest person alive to have someone like you love me.”

Nya rolled her eyes but gave him a kiss anyway, letting herself relax into his arms once more.