#ticklish!silva

[duckymcdoorknob]

Might I perhaps request a small iced tea with light ice for the event? Id love some brown sugar on that! The names on the order are Asta and Noelle!

I know you said maybe on writing for her, so feel free to deny this request if it doesn't seem appealing! Thank you!💙

I love how I always say I don’t like a character and then they get a redemption arc

Anyways YES

NOELLE IS MY DARLING NOW MY LITTLE BABYGORL SHES SO PRECIOUS TO ME SHE NEEDS A HUG

I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE FOR THEM

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST MY DEAR ANON

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It was official. The I’s were dotted, the T’s were crossed, her name was signed in flowy ink at the bottom of the page. There was no going back now.

Noelle was just about ready to kill Asta.

Now, she wasn’t going to kill him literally, but she could kill him for not listening to her.

She nagged him to go to bed, but the boy didn’t listen. Instead he trained from dusk to dawn, refusing to get a wink of sleep that night.

And oh how Karma had now come to bite him in the ass…

Captain Yami was giving another lecture on the importance of mission successes. He explained the star system, and how the Bulls were record setters for their negative stars.

Asta tried his damndest to fight the inevitable sleep that was threatening to overtake him. His head lolled forward with every passing moment as his eyes repeatedly closed.

The royal took notice of his barely conscious state. With a swift scooch to her right, (which when asked, she blamed it on a bug) Noelle sat directly next to her teammate.

“Asta,” she hissed. “Wake up.”

The ash-haired boy opened his eyes with a light gasp and a jolt. He looked at Noelle with panic in his eyes, but relaxed when he remembered where he was. “Oh, hi Noelle.”

The water mage sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Asta, I told you to get some sleep,” she spat in a hushed tone.

“Was busy,” the boy replied, a yawn ripping from his throat. “Had to train, then do chores.”

Noelle frowned lightly in sympathy. She knows what it’s like to have sleepless nights, albeit for different reasons. Her nerves keep her up for nights on end, and Asta is always there to hold her and stay with her until she feels safe.

Naturally, she decided that it’s only fair that she helps him as he does for her. She just wondered how she should do it…

The water mage had little time to plan, however, as she noticed the anti-magic user drifting off once more. His head lolled around his neck as it became as heavy as a brick. “Hey,” she muttered. “You’ve gotta stay awake or else Captain Yami will kill you.” she gave a gentle squeeze to Asta’s knee.

What Noelle wasn’t expecting was Asta to jump with the slightest squeak. “H-Hey… no’do that,” he slurred. “Tickles.”

‘Tickles, eh?’ Noelle thought to herself. Perhaps now she knew how to keep her teammate awake. She sighed as she wrapped her arm around the sleepy boy’s waist, resting a hand on his hip.

The plan was working well. If Captain Yami looked their way, she would give the ash-blonde a ticklish squeeze, instantly waking him up for a few seconds. Eventually, Asta was more alert, and giggling slightly every time he was squeezed.

“N-Noehehelle… plehehehehease.” The anti-magic user whimpered, a yawn following after. “Ihihim awahahahake. Ihihi swehehear.”

“Shhh, pay attention.” The girl soothed, bringing her hand up to squeeze just under his bottom ribs.

A choked yelp echoed as Noelle realized she may have just tweaked a bad spot. Eyes fell on them, and she felt her face heat up.

“You two wanna stop playing and pay attention? Surely you can wait five minutes to torment your teammate, Noelle.” Yami’s gruff voice cut through the awkwardness in the air. The girl could do nothing but nod in reply, embarrassment hit on her cheeks.

Yami returned to his lecture, and the attention left the pair.

“Hehe, that’s what you get!” The boy teased.

“Asta I will torment you for the next ten minutes if you don’t shut up. That I promise you.”

“Is that a threat? I bet you wouldn’t carry it out,” the magicless Bull teased.

Game on, Asta…

The girl simply smiled, adjusting herself to sit behind her companion. She placed her hands on his lower ribs and waited patiently. She leaned in close to his ear. “You don’t have a single clue as to what kind of monster you’ve just created.”

The ash-blonde’s face flushed as he squirmed a bit in her hold. “I-I was kidding. Don’t HNGH- D-D-Don’t ti-hihickle mehehehe.”

Noelle smiled evilly as she began to softly tweak the ribs under her fingers. “What do you mean, Asta? You need to stay awake and listen to captain Yami.” She replied in a hushed tone.

“N-Noelle.” Asta replied through gritted teeth, “I promise I’ll stay awake.”

“Are you sure? You look a little tired…” the water mage gently raked her fingers up and down the boy’s back.

Asta fought to keep his laughter in, only light giggles escaping him as his Noelle listened to Yami’s explanation with innocence.

Noelle kept Asta on his toes, opting to switch between pinching his hips, and prodding at his ribs. The ash-blonde boy could barely maintain his composure, weakly grabbing at Noelle’s wrists. His tired state weakened his reflexes, and he finally fell backwards against her and giggled quietly.

After another three minutes of Noelle’s agonizing touches, Yami broke the group from their meeting. The girl smiled with a ring of menace and moved her hands up to the top of Asta’s ribs. Finally, his true laughter came pouring out.

“Nohohoehehelle!! Hehehey!” The anti-magic user whined, arching away from her fingers. “Nohohot fahahahair!”

“Plenty fair! This is what you get for not going to sleep. And what about me not being able to carry it out?”

“Okahahahay! Ihihihi gihihive uhuhup! Nohohoho mohohore!”

It’s a fond smile, Noelle lifted her attack and gently rubbed at the spot she had just been touching previously.

The magicless boy went quiet, his eyes closing against his will. Relishing in the foreign feeling of contact, Asta was quickly out like a light.

“Okay, now you need to go to sleep,” the water mage reported. “I doubt that you’ve slept for more than 24 hours.”

No reply came from Asta, leading Noelle to exhale fondly. “Okay, let’s go, you big lug.” With a great deal of effort, she managed to place the boy on her back and trudge off to his room. Noelle laid him down on his bed, and attempted to leave.

However, a big resistance pulled her backwards. Looking downward, she noticed Asta’s arms wrapped around her waist, and pulling her back toward him. It’s a blushing face, she sat down next to him. He effortlessly pulled her close to him, resulting in a yelp from the girl.

Noelle sighed as she began to run her fingers through Asta’s hair.

Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt.

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[intheticklecloset]

Ooo, is that coffee shots I smell? :D My caffine craving is at an all time high! Could I please request Lee!Asta and Ler!Noelle from Black Clover? :3 I saw a post you made awhile back about these two and figured why not? :D The spot can be whatever you'd like- but if you need a spot either stomach or armpits work for me :)

Have a great day! <3

*squee* lee!Asta!! Ahhh I've been wanting to write him lately, so thank you for giving me the opportunity! These two are so cute together, omg. 🥰 I hope you're having a good weekend so far, friend! 💖

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Noelle had no idea where she’d gotten the courage to do what she was currently doing, but she was doing it now, so she might as well see it through, right?

Asta squawked and curled in on himself, giggling hysterically as her fingers kneaded his sides, trying to get around to his stomach – a near impossible task when she was behind him and his back was to her.

“Noelle! Cuhuhuhuhut it out!” he cried, grabbing onto her fingers more gently than she’d have anticipated given his circumstances.

“No way, dorksta!” she shot back, trying instead to worm up into an armpit. “You deserve this for being a total idiot!”

Asta yelped and clamped his arm to his side, still trying to wiggle away from her. “Buhuhuhut it wohohohohorked, didn’t ihihihit?!”

“That’s no excuse for you to rush into every battle without thinking it through first! You could have died!” Noelle finally managed to get one hand around to his belly, digging in with more ferocity now that she was remembering what had spurred her to attack him in the first place.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! W-Wahahahahait, Noelle!” Asta shrieked, finally twisting around to face her, his bright smile and pink cheeks making her heart flip in her chest even as he begged, “Nohohohot thehehehehehere! Please, Noehehehehehelle!”

She smiled despite herself, blushing at the adorable figure before her. Asta could be an idiot sometimes, for sure, but she knew that at heart he had nothing but the best intentions and the greatest of love for everyone he swung that anti-magic sword for.

So really, if any kind of punishment was in order, it was this kind. Gentle but ruthless, just like he was.

“Noelle, stahahahahahahap!”

“Tch, why should I?” she snapped, though she was still smiling. Good thing he was too distracted to notice. “Maybe this will teach you to rush into every fight without thinking, dorksta!”

[giggly-squiggily]

Nozel Silva is the guy that goes “I don’t have time for such childish acts.” But the minute you wiggle your fingers at him with a “I’m gonna get you~” he is RUNNING.

This has been your daily Black Clover thought with Squiggily

Also do y’all want Nozel headcanons cause I’m having severe brainrot over him lately 👀 The series has me in a chokehold and pretty bird man with a grumpy attitude has me feeling things.

[featherlight-touches]

Hold still

“O, I’m not tellin’ yuh again,” Lifeline impatiently demands, lowering her pen. “Hold still.”

The daredevil known as Octane, was very fidgety, his leg bouncing up and down with eagerness to get going. Much to the annoyance of his lifelong friend, Ajay – who was trying to draw a pattern on his skin. 

“Can’t you hurry it up, Chica?” He groaned, checking the arm which she was working on. “This is so boring!”

“Yuh want this to look good, don’tcha?” She brought her hands to her hips, brow raised towards him. After all, this was his idea in the first place. He wanted a funky pattern drawn into their skin to go along with their new outfits.

If not for his mask and goggles, she would be able to see the pout on his face as he nodded in response. “Then stop yuh complainin’ and hold still, boy!”

Octane mocked her sentence by repeating it childishly. He then pulled out his phone to keep himself distracted from the boredom of having to wait for Ajay to finish her artwork.

A few minutes went by, and Octavio was still as impatient as ever for the duration of that time. Finally, Ajay was finally finished with his arm.

“Hey, not bad, Chica!” He checked out the artwork by holding out his arm in front of himself, turning it around to get a better view of the patterns she had drawn. Ajay was quite satisfied with it, herself. “This looks awesome! I wonder if anyone has come up with this idea- Even so, I bet it won’t look as good as this, Che!“

He began to rant on, and Lifeline gave a small roll of her eyes, amused by his compliments but also targeting her next spot of art – which happened to be his revealed midriff. She had completely tuned out his rambling and leaned down before him, pressing the pen directly onto his abs and beginning to draw.

“-AYE!” He startled, jumping back a step which startled Ajay as well.

“Now what’s wrong with yuh?” She questioned; her head tilted in confusion.

“You could have warned me you were drawing there, amiga!” His hand gently rubbed at the spot. “Dios mío...”

He was then met with a frown from the medic, who did not see what the big deal was with drawing in a spot before telling him. She drew everywhere else just fine, albeit the fidgeting and complaining about taking too long.

Octavio could see the confusion within her frown and sighed. “It’s ticklish!”

“Oh,” Ajay replied. Of course, how could she have forgotten that Octavio was quite sensitive. Memories suddenly flooded her head of when they were younger, they always engaged in tickle fights. She always won, of course, because he was far more ticklish that her. “I’ll try and be more careful then.”

She resumed her position in front of him and went back to drawing, but as soon as the pen drew one line onto his abs, he jumped away again. “O!”

“Lo siento!” he breathed out a laugh and tried to compose himself. “Okay, I’m ready!” Ajay didn’t even make it to bring the pen to his skin before he broke down into nervous giggles. “Wait, wait-“

“Silva, I swear-“

“I can’t help it!” he countered, throwing his arms up into the air. “Maybe we can forget this area?”

“Or maybe,” Ajay stood up, her eyes piercing into his goggles which struck fear into Octane’s body. He knew he was in danger. “Yuh shut up and hold still!” She lunged at him, tackling him back onto the ground so that he was on his back and Ajay lay on top. Limbs were thrashing from both, one set trying to get away while the other trying to keep them steady on the ground.

“Estas loca!” Octavio cried, desperately trying to escape her grasp but Ajay was having none of it. She kept him pinned under her body and brought the pen to his abs once more to resume drawing. This unleashed a wave of giggles from the daredevil. “Hehehehe! Stop!”

“Yuh bugged me all day to do this! Yuh gettin’ this done, Silva!” Ajay stubbornly responded, not letting him get away with the annoyances he caused her all day.

“I don’t want it!” He said through his giggles, trying to grab the pen from her grasp but found both his hands suddenly pinned to his chest. She was surprisingly strong, and the giggling was distracting him from using his full strength against her. “Come on!”

His giggles amused Ajay, which was mainly the reason she wanted to keep going. It was good revenge and she wanted to milk every moment she could.

“Almost done,” she teased.

It was a lie; she wasn’t nearly done. When she was done with the drawing, she would then switch to using her fingers and really give him something to laugh about. But she kept that to herself until she was ready to strike and left a giggling Octane completely unaware of what was to come.

tbc .... 

[angelatmidnight1]

ahh great tysm! could i request a lee!octane x ler!reader where octane is blasting loud music from his room and won’t turn it down so the reader tickles him to get him to shut it off, and it ends up in a whole tickle fight between the two? thanks!!

Turn Down For What!

You are a new support Legend to join the Apex Games and are scheduled for a variety of lessons with the veterans of the game. Combat training was difficult enough, but you managed to get through it to Bangalore’s satisfaction. Now, it was time for another important lesson: picking your teammates up when they fall. Lifeline shows you the proper technique for reviving squadmates, but the lesson is interrupted by loud, blaring music coming from Octane’s room. You’d only met the speedster once or twice; he never sat still long enough to have a full conversation. You offer to go to his room to ask him to turn the music down, but not before Ajay sees you off with an interesting tidbit about him.

“Ajay…”

You cast an uncertain look at the combat medic beside you, holding the resuscitation syringe in a shaky hand. The MRVN was knelt down in front of you, animating the bleeding out effect, which only made your hands that much shakier. “I can’t...they’re gonna die…”

Lifeline shook her head and put a firm, yet comforting hand on your shoulder. “They won’t if yuh help ‘em. Remember what I told yuh to do?”

You frowned and met her eyes again, but she wasn’t backing off. So, you didn’t have a choice but to get close to the robot and help them onto their back. That was the first step. Then, you made sure that their arms were extended out by their sides to jab them with the serum. You hesitated; wouldn’t that hurt them?

Probably less than dying would. You thought, flinching a little bit when the combat medic squeezed your shoulder, urging you on. You pursed your lips and brought your hand down in one swift motion to inject the serum. At first, the MRVN flinched and reeled forward, but then they were able to grab your hand and stand up. Once they were on their feet, MRVN’s monitor flashed a smiley face, and you allowed yourself to breathe.

Lifeline smiled and nudged your arm. “See, what’d I tell ya, (y/n)? Yuh a natural doctor yuhself.” She complimented. She handed the MRVN her healing drone and a shield battery. Then, she looked at you again, her gaze serious. “I ain’t gonna lie to ya, ya gonna see a lot of bumps and scrapes once ya in the games. Even hesitatin’ for a second can determine whether ya get ya squad up or not.” She said, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips. “So you gotta get used to lookin’ at it.”

You sighed, shoulders slouching. “I know,” You admitted while rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ll get better at this.”

Lifeline scoffed. “‘Course ya are,” She answered matter-of-factly, making you arch a brow. When looked up, she was already handing you another syringe. “We gon’ keep practicing until ya feel comfortable.”

And that’s what you did. Ajay stayed by your side while you practiced reviving MRVNS. Over time, you felt more confident and got the robots to their feet more quickly. You gave the medic a huge smile, making her chuckle, but then she gestured to the robot in front of you. You looked at the MRVN, holding the syringe in a better grip, and moved to jab their arm. Well, that was until a loud guitar rift startled you, making you stick the syringe into the robot’s optic instead. The MRVN’s monitor flashed an exclamation point and you yelped, trying to correct the mistake.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

Lifeline held up her hand and shook her head, sending her D.O.C. over to revive the robot instead. Then she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I swear, one of these days, Silva…”

You looked at her curiously and cocked your head to the side. “Who?” You asked. Although you had an inkling about who she was talking about, you’d never learned the Legend’s real name. He wasn’t an easy man to get a hold of.

“Octavio Silva. But ya might know him better as Octane,” Ajay explained, having to raise her voice over the music. “Boy’s gon lose his hearin’, playin’ music that loud.”

The MRVN handed the syringe back to you, and you gave it back to the medic. You had to admit, the music was really loud. You wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the Outlands could hear it. “I can ask him to turn it down,” You offered, putting your hands in your pockets. “That way we can continue with the lesson.”

Lifeline chuckled and shook her head. “O’s as stubborn as it gets, but if ya want to try, go ahead.” She said, nodding in the direction of his room. An idea came to her just before you could leave the medbay, and she called your name, making you turn around. “(Y/N), in case he refuses to turn it down, there’s somethin’ ya can do…”

What Ajay told you made you grin, and that grin stuck even as you approached the speedster’s door. Who knew that the fastest, most daring Legend in the Apex Games was ticklish? Welp, you did, now! You knocked on the door, not really expecting a response, but you thought it’d be polite to do it anyway. Octavio never came, most likely from not hearing it, so you let yourself in. You flinched, the sounds hitting you like tidal waves, which made you cover up your ears. In the center of the room, the adrenaline junkie was hopping from jump pad to jump pad, practicing trick shots in time with the music. You cleared your throat and called out to him.

“Octavio? Octavio!”

No luck. You rolled your eyes and walked towards him. That mischievous grin tugged at the corner of your lips as you got close, but you’d need to wait for him to land before you could get him. After another bounce, he landed back on the floor, which gave you the opportunity to tweak his side. Octane cried out and jumped away from the sudden touch. He whirled around and faced you, holding his arm against his side.

“Uh...hola? You need something?”

Since he wasn’t wearing his mask, you could read his lips, but you’d prefer to hear him. You pointed to your ears and shook your head. Octane obliged by turning his speakers’ volume down a tiny bit.

“Make it quick, I gotta get these clips uploaded so I can edit them.” Octane urged. He turned off the camera on his desk and turned to you again. His eyebrows rose. “Wait, we’ve met before. You’re new around here, right?”

You nodded, raising your voice a bit since the music was still loud. “Yeah, I’m (Y/N). We spoke a few times on the dropship.”

“Right! Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something, so we’ll have to hang out later.” Octavio chuckled, cranking his speakers back up to full volume. You flinched and hurried beside him to turn it back down.

His head snapped over to you and he grabbed the speaker. “What’re you doing?” He exclaimed, holding it just out of your reach. You huffed and tried to take it back from him. Octane, however, was much taller than you.

“It’s too loud, Octavio! Can’t you just turn it down a little--”

“Psh, no! I’m listening to this.”

You groaned and hopped up towards the speaker, missing it by inches. “Half of the ship is listening to it! Just turn it down, please?” You insisted. Instead of complying, Octane put the speaker on a shelf that was far out of your reach, and you weren’t skilled on using his jump pads yet. You narrowed your eyes and poked his side again, making him gasp.

“I’ll turn it down in a sehehecond!” He snapped, making a poor attempt at stifling his chuckles. You poked him again, making him yelp and make a grab for your hands, which you dodged by jabbing him in the stomach instead. “Stohop! Why ahare you poking me?”

You smiled and held out your hands, wiggling your fingers tauntingly. “Because Ajay told me that you weren’t gonna turn it down, and that I can tickle you if you refuse!” You chirped. Your smile turned into a cheeky grin when the speedster wrapped an arm against his torso, which only encouraged you to get closer. “So let me ask you again, Octavio, will you turn the music down?” You arched an expectant brow at him and managed to back him into a corner. The speedster shook his head, poised to defend himself.

“NooOOOO---”

That’s all you needed to hear to lunge at him. He managed to catch you and hold you by the arms before you could knock him over. You, however, had combat training with Anita earlier in the day, and you put that training to good use. You stuck your leg out and hooked it around his, pulling it towards you. This made him lose his balance and fall like a sack of potatoes. You cheered victoriously, shaking his hands off, and worked to get his arms pinned down.

Octavio grunted and pushed your shoulders, unknowingly freeing up the sweet spot that Lifeline mentioned. “Stop! Seriously, I have things to doOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NO! GEHEHET OHOHOHFF!”

You’d buried your hands underneath his arms and wiggled your nails along his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides and burst out laughing. Now, you weren’t sure which was louder: him, or the music.

“I know you have stuff to do!” You laughed, drilling your nails into the center of the armpits. He responded by arching his back and letting out another scream of laughter. “At the top of your list should be turning down the music...right?”

“I’M NOHOHOHT TUHUHURNING IHIHT DOHOHOHWN!” The speedster fired back. He hugged his arms even tighter against his sides when you tickled at an even faster pace. He even made the attempt to buck you off, but you were straddling his waist, and just had to lean forward to counter his weight. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by something thumping at your waist. You looked down at your belt and beamed; you still had some medical tape on you, courtesy of Lifeline. Your hands were trapped by his arms though, and you only had one way to free them.

In one swift motion, you ducked down and blew a raspberry into Octavio’s exposed stomach. He writhed against the floor, laughing even harder, but he still didn’t loosen his hold on your hands.

“AAAH! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP! DOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” He demanded through his fits of laughter. He squealed when you blew another one, just above his belly button, and bucked his hips repeatedly. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Huh?” You glanced up at him and cocked your head to the side. He panted heavily, a grin still etched onto his face, which only made you smirk. “Sorry, I missed what you said. What don’t you want me to do?”

The speedster was still plagued by giggles and had to reel them in before answering you. “I sahahaid stohohop tihihickling mEEEEE--”

Instead of letting him finish, you took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry over his belly button. Octane bucked violently and shrieked, the wild laughter immediately following suit.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

His laughter was contagious and you found yourself laughing along with him. “Oh, were you still talking?” You teased, wiggling your trapped fingers back against his armpits. He cried out with laughter and kicked his metal legs against the floor, prompting you to tickle even faster. Finally, he released your hands during another attempt to push you away. Then, like clockwork, you seized his wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He yelped and squirmed, protesting the entire time, but his fate was sealed...literally. You’d managed to tape his wrists down on the floor and clapped your hands together.

“There, that’s better!” You smiled, putting your hands out in front of you. You wiggled your fingers again and snickered when he paled. “Now, where were we?”

For someone used to moving at trailblazing speeds, everything happened so fast for Octavio. One minute, he’s vibing with his music and jump pads, and now he’s pinned on the floor, laughing his head off? You’d already confirmed that all of this was basically Lifeline’s doing, and she was well overdue for some good ole revenge.

Hermana, you are so dead. He seethed, snapping out of his thoughts when your hands lowered towards his armpits. He panicked; now wasn’t the time for plotting. He had to get away!

“No, no, no! Wait, (Y/N)! Dohohon’t tickle my armpits, plehehease!” He pleaded, preemptively giggling and trying to curl in on himself. You grinned and held your hands so that they were just touching his armpits, sending ticklish jolts up and down his arms. “I juhst wahahant to listen tohoho my music!”

“I never said you couldn’t! I just need you to turn it down.” You repeated, pressing your fingertips into the exposed pits. He squealed and arched his back as high as he could, making you laugh again. “You gonna do it or what?”

Octavio blabbered out something, attempting to bargain with you, but that’s not what you were there for. You tsked and gently scritched circles around each armpit. As much as you wanted to dig into them, you wanted to drag this out as long as possible. The speedster snorted, giggling uncontrollably, and uselessly pulled against the tape.

“Ahahahahaha! Nohohoho, por fahahavor!” He yelped, bucking his hips when you poked at the center of the armpits. You squealed, almost losing your balance, but then you sat back on his waist and continued the gentle scratching. “Lehehet mehehe lihihisten to my music!”

“Will you turn it down?”

Octane’s head snapped up to you; you were stubborn. If he wasn’t giggling up a storm, he’d tease you about Ajay rubbing off on you already. He shook his head and yelped again when you grabbed his sides. You pinched them, making the poor man yip and snicker, and earned a bark of laughter when you stroked along his rib cage.

“Iiii—heheheheh--nohohoho I wohohon’t!”

“Wrong answer~.” You sang, swiping your nails against each sensitive rib. He arched his back, swearing in Spanish, only to fall back down and continue giggling.

“Stahahahahahahap!” He whined, tossing his torso from one side to the other, which didn’t do anything to stop you. You ignored the plea and scratched up higher, teasing his center most ribs, which made him gasp and kick. “AH! Noohohoho nohohoho, nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where?” You asked innocently, opting to poke at the ribs on either side. You alternated the pokes to keep him guessing and giggled at his high pitched squeaks.

“THEHEHERE!” He yelled when you suddenly honed in on his ribs and scribbled along them like there was no tomorrow. He tried to flip onto his side, buck you off, anything to get you to stop tickling. But you easily kept up with all of those fruitless attempts. “AHAHAHAH!”

You smirked, pressing your fingertips into the spot. You drew little circles into his skin, laughing when he threw his head back. “Here?” You repeated, fluttering the tickles from one side of his rib cage to the other. He nodded frantically, drowning in desperate giggles, but you pressed on.

“Oh,” You continued, still smirking. “Cause I was sure you meant here…”

You walked your fingers up towards his armpits at a slow, slooow, pace. Octavio jolted and squirmed violently, his protests lost in his laughter, and his wrists straining against the tape’s hold. He was basically cackling by the time you got to where his armpits started, but you didn’t attack yet. You just held your hands there, snickering at the panicked laughter pouring out of him already.

“What’re you laughing for?” You grinned, flexing your fingers, but still not moving. Octavio screamed, arching his back, only to fall victim to another fit of giggles.

“Plehehehehease…” He begged. He held his arms rigidly and met your eyes, which just made you smile more.

“Please what? I’m not doing anything, Octavio.”

He groaned and opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead of attacking both armpits, you only attacked his right one, while your free hand scratched at his sensitive stomach. Octavio’s eyes bugged out and his desperate giggles spiked to loud, hard laughter.

“NOO--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!”

You perked up while dragging a finger around his belly button. He screamed again and thumped his head against the ground, wildly shaking his head. “Okay?” You repeated, dipping your finger inside his belly button and scratching around. The wail of laughter initially startled you, but you kept on scratching anyway. “Okay what?”

“I’LL TUHUHUHRN IT DOHOHOHWN! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He yelled. He sucked in his stomach and drummed his legs back against the floor the more you kept scratching. You grinned, feeling triumphant...but you were having too much fun to stop!

“Yeah? You promise?” You chuckled, jabbing a finger into his right armpit while you continued to tickle his belly button. He flinched and nodded over and over, finally falling into hysterics, and then silent laughter when you dug into both armpits. You slowed down the tickling to give him the opportunity to breathe.

“Y-Yehehehes...I prohohohmise…” He panted. You didn’t notice that the tape holding his wrists down was coming undone, so you felt perfectly comfortable in pushing your luck. You took your hands off of him and brought a hand up to your chin, pretending to think.

“Hmm, alright, Octavio. I guess that’s good enough,” You began, putting your hands down at either side of him. Octane breathed a sigh of relief, believing that you were about to climb off of his waist, but you pinched his hip bones instead. He gasped and reeled to the side, but then you did it again, and again, and again, until he was snickering all over again.

“Hehehehehy! Whyhyhy ahahahre yohuhuh--” The speedster yelped when you used all ten fingers to tickle his belly. He cackled, but hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he didn’t have as much energy to squirm. “WHYHYHYHY TIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHE AGAHAHAIN?!”

“Because it’s fun!” You laughed, ducking down to blow another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio howled and laughed even harder. “Haha, Ajay was right. You are way too ticklish for your own good.”

Now he had two people to get revenge on. And, through a stroke of luck, he was about to serve you your just desserts. Why?

Because when he arched his back to try to get you off of his stomach, the tape split with a resounding riiiiip. You froze, looking up towards the sound, and gasped loudly.

“Oh shit--”

Octavio having his hands freed gave him a burst of energy, and he used that energy to take you down. He sat up and grabbed your arms, making you swear again, and you pushed your shoulder into his chest.

“No! No no, truce! AHHH--!”

Octane far outmatched you in terms of strength, and he easily wrestled you to the ground. He pinned your arms underneath his legs and immediately went for your sides.

“Oho, not funny anymore, is it?” The speedster ridiculed, his wiggling fingers a blur as he scratched up and down your sides. You let out a screaming laugh and tried to sit up, but he was too heavy.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” You hollered, arching your back when he reached under your shirt and scritched at your bare stomach. “AHAHAHA! STOHOHP! I WAHAHAHS KIHIHIHIHDDING!”

Octavio scoffed and used one of his hands to dig into your left hip, continuing to tickle your belly. “Well, I’m not! I’ll show you what happens when you tickle me, amigo/a!” He quipped, snickering when you threw your torso against the ground. He kept switching spots at an alarmingly fast pace: your stomach, hips, sides, even knees. It didn’t give you a chance to resist the sensation and kept you guessing as to where he’d strike next...which proved to be pretty difficult.

“OCTAHAHAHAVIO!” You shouted, the panic dropping on you when he honed in on two of your worst spots: your knees and your stomach. You shrieked and kicked your legs against the floor, which was annoying him, so he opted for laying over your legs to hold them down. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY!”

“Stop? Me?” The speedster snorted and alternated the squeezing along your knees. You howled with laughter and desperately pulled at your trapped wrists, but he wouldn’t budge. “Haven’t you heard, (Y/N)? There’s no breaks on the Octrain!”

When he reached under your knees to tickle the skin there, your laughter was louder than anything coming out of the stereo. Since your left knee seemed more sensitive than the right, he focused on that one exclusively, and reached behind him to poke at your stomach. It tickled so bad, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. So, as a last resort, you decided to cry out for your mentor.

“AJAHAHAHAHY!” You shrieked, jerking to the side when he pinched at the top of your knees. “I NEHEHEED HEHEHEHLP!”

Octane cringed and stopped tickling you, glancing at the door. He half expected the doctor to be standing there, waiting to pounce, but she wasn’t. You breathed heavily and laid your head back on the ground, grateful for the distraction. While he wasn’t paying attention to you, you tested the grip he had on your arms, and were surprised to find that you could move them slightly. You took a breath and managed to pull one of them free before the speedster turned back to you. Without a second thought, you squeezed his side, making him yelp and topple over.

“AH! Noohohoho yohuhu dohohohn’t!” He laughed and gripped the free arm, forgetting about the other one until you pulled it free. You poked his ribs and hopped back on him, drawing out the tickle fight that much longer. Ajay could hear the commotion from the medbay, but all she did was smile and prepare for your next lesson.

I hope this was to your liking anon! This was my first reader insert fic. Please let me know with you think. If you don't like it, I can try to rewrite it.

[babydaddyleorio]

Tickling the deadbeat duo

Coining Silva and Ging as the deadbeat duo from now on bc I can

Ging

- “Knock it off.”

-Ging is frowning while swatting your hands away, grumbling under his breath about how he can never catch a break around you.

-Although he would never admit It himself, Ging is secretly ticklish. He just has a good poker face, so you’d never know due to his lack of reaction.

-And the only way that you can catch him is when he least expects It.

-So when he’s sleeping, you sneakily run your nails across his feet or under his arms, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise once you hear him giggling in his sleep, snorting loudly and smiling while turning his head to the side.

-Of course, It doesn’t take long for him to realize what’s going on.

-Ging instantly wakes up with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face as he watches you laugh obnoxiously at him.

-He’s definitely embarrassed about the whole thing and is so annoyed that he refuses to talk to you for the rest of the day.

Silva

-Is very unamused.

-He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and as if you have lost your mind once he notices your fingers dancing across his skin.

-“Was that supposed to have an effect on me?” He’d ask, a hint of humor flashing across his eyes.

-... Well yeah tf 😐

-You truly can’t tickle this man since he’s immune to basically everything, including fun it seems. But you’re not complaining because at least it gives you an excuse to feel how toned his muscles are.

-However, If you start to tickle him too often, he’d eventually become annoyed.

-And he would end up turning the tables, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head as he uses his free hand to pin you down. 

-Of course, he’s ruthless when he’s tickling you, and you’re absolutely  screaming through your loud laughs that you’ve learned your lesson and won’t do it again.

-And you were crying so much from his fingers, that you didn’t even notice Silva had cracked a tiny smile at you squirming beneath him.

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content warning/s: just fluff and more fluff

KISSES WITH THE BOYS! ft. nozel, fuegoleon, yami, lumiere

nozel silva.

— he's very a little obsessed with kissing your temples randomly

— something so soothing about it for the both of you, you could be doing anything at all and he'll just press his lips to the side of your head, eyes fluttering shut and breath shallow as he allows himself the comfort for a couple of seconds longer than he'd initially intended

— also loves when, right before missions, you kiss his hands

— literally melts every single time, take his hands in your own gingerly and kiss his knuckles, he will actually marry you

— mans only allows himself to be soft in front of you, you'll see his eyes soften before he smiles at you bashfully, muttering a gentle, "wait for me, love?"

— zel's archetype: meeting him in his office at any point of the day or escaping to a corner of the castle, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone before sliding to rest at the back of your neck, a light tug to pull you into him -- kissing nozel is feeling his self control slip away, the gentle and slow drag of your lips against his becoming deeper, more starved, the soft presence of his arm around your waist turning into his fingers digging into your hips as he allows himself to finally let go

fuegoleon vermillion.

— president of f o r e h e a d k i s s e s

— they're his promise of forever, of being your strength and your support both when you need it and even when you're strong enough to hold yourself up, fue just wants to be yours, and vice versa

— his hands will reach upwards to hold your face, a small smile on his features when your eyes close in anticipation, and he delivers, enough love in the simple gesture to make your fingers curl into his cloak

— likes to be kissed on the cheek sm

— especially enjoys it when he's sitting down and you pad your way between his legs, your fingertips ghosting over his thighs and cheeks heated as you wrap your arms around his neck, sneaking a lil smooch on his cheek -- his face will be hotter than his arm <3

— fue's archetype: being vary of the teasing tilt in his eyes as you make yourself comfortable on his lap -- the lips that leave little butterfly kisses along your jawline, your eyelids, your cheeks, a deep chuckle against your collarbone when you whine and the shiver that dashes down your spine after -- the playful crinkle of his eyes vanishing when he leans in for your lips, replaced by something so much softer, an innocent eagerness in the way he presses himself against you and the confessions he utters between each kiss; fue's kisses melt away the world, leaving only his hands that never leave the sides of your face and the words whispered in the soft intensity of the moment to be etched into your heart

yami sukehiro.

— neck kisses all day every day

— not in a sexual manner though, he does it while cuddling, just nuzzling into your neck and pressing lazy kisses down your jawline and neck between your quiet conversations and his deep chuckles -- bonus if you're ticklish on your neck, he's gonna rub his stubble to your worst ticklish spots and just watch his soft grin widen when you try squirming away

— spoiler: you can't <3

— dies inside when you kiss his nose

— try and get one over him while you're play fighting in bed, pulling yourself up to straddle his hips -- he'll back off immediately, letting you do your thing, "don't mind me, 's yer throne, baby," -- and you lean into him as if you're bout to initiate what he thinks you are, before a grin breaks onto your face and you kiss the tip of his nose instead

— he's gonna kind of sit there malfunctioning for a few seconds before the heat rises to his cheeks, give him a moment he's loading ✨

— yami's archetype: kisses that are more smiles than kisses, breathless after a joke he's made or in between laughs when you escape into the forest after narrowly being caught by one of the kids -- rough and gentle in true yami fashion, pulling you in suddenly but his touch is always soothing and always kind, wandering hands and golden eyes that don't dare move away from yours; there's always something so gentle swirling in his eyes when you pull away, something you can't quite put your finger to yet, but it's as if he's saying thank you -- a whispered 'i love you' always seems to leave you after, knocking the breath out of him every time, and for once, words seem to fail him

lumiere silvamillion clover.

— loves loves loves kissing the top of your head so much

— it's like his brain is always full, working faster than he can keep up with sometimes, everything whirling around in there like a storm (lmao imagine having a functional brain couldn't be me) but every so often he's gonna come up from behind you, dropping his arms over your shoulders before interlocking his fingers -- you'll just kinda sway a bit like that, your own hand reaching back to rub his hair when he presses his face to your head, placing a kiss to the top of it in silent gratitude for the peace you give him

— (y/n) the recharging station 😔✊

— he's so into neck kisses from you

— you throwing yourself onto him after long day, or being entirely enveloped in him when you're not feeling your best, and pressing your lips to his exposed neck -- or his collarbone -- his entire body stills, before his grip on you becomes tighter, a slight whisper leaving him, "is there anything you'd like, sweetheart?"

— "jus' you, 'miere, please."

— congratulations, you've killed him so hard even plot armour can't bring him back 😀✌️

— 'miere's archetype: hands with a touch so careful it's as if he's testing how real you are, smiling eyes crinkling as they bear into yours -- face inches from yours, a finger curled under your chin as he quietly asks whether you'd allow him to kiss you -- sweeping you up with the softest kiss when you whisper a yes, only pulling away to glance at the hungry look clouding your features before he leans back in for a much fiercer one; his arm always secure around your waist because there's no way you'll have feeling in your legs once he's done

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hey! I just finished black clover and was looking for more content on Tumblr when I came across your blog. It's pretty amazing and I can't get enough of the short character X reader fics.

I'm not really sure what BC boys mean yet. But would you be able to do one where yami, nozel, fuegoleon are training (sparring) with their SO, they're equally matched until the boys get a hit in, the SO overplays their injury to get the boys to lower their defence and then attacks, because no one said they couldn't play dirty.

Who wins or if the match continues is your call. But I'd love to read how the three boys would react in this situation.

Hello Nerd! I’m Weeb! haha!! (okay bad awkward joke pls don’t leave yet) Thank you thank you thank you for loving my blog. BC means Black Clover! and in here on my blog, BC boys refers to : Yami, Fuegoleon, Nozel and William! haha!

Anyway I love this request hehe! “no one said they couldn’t play dirty” HAHA!! what a cheeky one~

Yami | Nozel | Fuegoleon

Yami Sukehiro

Yami was usually precise and confident with his katana, so when his katana actually hit you, he immediately pulled back and went "fuck"

He rushed to your side and checked on your wounds and all of a sudden you launch a huge punch to his chest and sends him flying a few feet back

He was in shock for 3 seconds until he realised what you were playing at. You smirked a triumphant smile at him.

"So we're playing dirty now princess?" he flashes his shit eating smirk at you.

You two clashed head on again and this time he used his brute strength to overpower you, catching you in a hold and tickling you at your sensitive spots.

"No fair! an enemy wouldn't know where I'm ticklish at!!" you squirmed in his hold.

He took the opportunity to pin you onto the ground before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, "you started this babe."

Nozel Silva

The moment he hit you, you curled up into a ball, crying in pain. Although he knew he didn't hit you with his full strength, he flew down by your side instantly.

"y/n?" he stretched out his hand to you to check on you.

You tried to ambush him with a close range attack but this royal has the wits of a sly fox himself so he caught your hand in mid air.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "playing dirty? When did I ever teach you that?"

You pouted and whimpered at his disappointed face, feeling a tinge of regret at your actions.

He released your hand and turned his back to walk off, shaking his head.

"wait! honey, I'm sorry!" you ran after him but you were caught by strings of mercury magic, leaving you immobilized.

Nozel turned around, coming face to face with you, face just inches from yours, a look of stoic and triumph, "this is how you play dirty." he raised one hand and pinched the sides of your face together.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"I'm sorry y/n!" The crimson lion captain dashed to your side. "Are you alright?"

You caught him and flipped him over, pressing him onto the ground. "Ha! I win!" You smiled at him cheekily.

He face was like of a deer caught in the headlights, dazed and surprised. He then let out a hearty laughter, "okay kitten, you got me this round."

"That's it?" you looked at him surprised, "you're just letting me win like that?"

"Yeah." he patted your head, "a win's a win, dirty or clean."

"Sheesh, you're making me feel bad now Mr Goody Captain," you smiled at him sheepishly.

All of a sudden he pulled you close to him without warning.

"Eek!" you almost tumbled but he caught you with steady arms.

He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, "I didn't say I wouldn't punish you for that kitten." He smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Let's head home."

-end-

Fue calling his s/o kitten will be the death of me. 𝖴𝗐𝖴

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Masterlist

 Prompt List

Hunter x Hunter:

Main Four:

Gon: Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Gon and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling, 

Killua: Drabbles | 2 |

Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Killua and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling, Killua w/Assassin Darling,

Leorio: Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Leorio and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC,  Poly!Kurapika Escapist S/O Now Nen User,

Kurapika: Drabbles | 13 | | Finds Darling at the Mall |

 Stronger Yandere Rival HC,  Darling Sends Nudes HC, Kurapika’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Kurta Survivor Darling, Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling Disappears HC, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Kurapika and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Escapist Tricking Darling, Escapist Darling w/Youngest Child, Poly!Leorio Escapist S/O Now Nen User, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Kurapika w/Self-Harming Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, OG Spider Darling,

Adult Trio + Glitter Rat:

Hisoka: Drabbles | 13 | | 49 |

Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Hisoka’s Type, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Gullible Darling, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC, 

Illumi: Drabbles | 44 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Illumi’s Type,  Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling w/Small Hands, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Plantoic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Chrollo: Chrollo + PT | Teaser/Part 1 | Part 2 |

Drabbles | 27+32 | | 22 | | 40 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Chrollo’s Type, Darling Sad By Death, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Illiterate Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Kurta Survivor Darling, Gullible Darling, Vampire Darling, Darling Being Cute, Darling Focusing On Kullato HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, No Nut November HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Pariston: Drabbles | 46 |

Zoldyck:

Silva: Silva’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Darling w/Small Hands, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kikyo: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother,  Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Milluki:  Darling w/Small Hands, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |,  Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kullato: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Alluka: Aged!Up General HC,

Greed Island:

Razor: Wearing Their Shirt HC, 

Bisky: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Phantom Troupe:

Uvogin: Tatooed | Pt 1 | | Pt 2 |

Drabbles | 22 | | 22 | | 27 | | 2 | | 32 |

Husband HC, Uvogin’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC, Darling w/Small Hands, Gullible Darling, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Cuddle HC, Little Sister (Platonic),

Phinks: Drabbles | 17+19 | | 6 | | 36 | 

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC,  Darling w/Small Hands, General HC, Phinks’Type, Ticklish s/o,

Feitan:  Drabbles | 39 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Feitan’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, General HC,  No Nut November HC, Darling w/Tickle Kink, Escapist Tricking Darling, Sadistic Darling Wants Therapy, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Ticklish s/o,

Shalnark: Drabbles | Random | | 12 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Shalnark’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Escapist Tricking Darling,

Pakunoda:  Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Franklin: Darling w/Small Hands

Shizuku: Shisuku’s Type

Machi: Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Little Sister (Platonic),

Nobunaga: Drabbles | 21+15 |

York New: 

Neon: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Chimera Ants:

Meruem: Drabbles | 19 |

Dear Human | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

Would They Change Their Darling HC, Emotionless Daughter HC, Darling Disappears HC, Stronger Yandere Rival HC, Meruem HC, Extermination Team Darling

Shaiapouf: Shaia HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Darling w/Nen Wings, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Methuthuyoupi: Darling w/Small Hands Youpi HC,

Neferpitou: Darling w/Small Hands, Pitou HC, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Zazan: Zazan HC

Colt: Colt HC

Chimera Ant Queen: Chimera Ant Queen HC,  

My Hero Academia:

Villains:

All For One: Sweet healer | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

League Of Villians: 

Dabi: Dabi’s Type, Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shigaraki: No Nut November HC, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume, 

Mr. Compress: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Kurogiri: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shie Hassaikai:

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Hari Kurono (Chronostasis): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Toya Setsuno:  Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Clumsy Darling, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, 

Upperclassmen:

Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Pro Heroes:

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

All Might (Toshinori Yagi): Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Hawks: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Class 1-A:

Kirishima: Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Shinsou: Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Class 1-B:

Monoma: Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Mortal Kombat:

Outworld: 

Kotal Kahn: Memories of a Kahn, 

Shinnok: Then and Now,

Stand Alone Fan Fiction:

Stuck at a StandStill: 

Prologue (Before We Begin), Chapter 1 (Three, Two, One, Begin), Chapter 2 (Test to Stay), Chapter 3 (Day Two),

Q and A:

Q/A: 

Alpha and Omega, What I Write/Don’t Write, How Did I Get Into HxH and Writing, Is There  Limit to The Amount Of Requests, Who is My Favorite HxH Character, Do I write LGBT+, Are Meek Readers Cliche, Want to Talk? Let’s Talk, Do I Write Character x Yandere!Reader, Do I write Au’s, A Little Writing Advice, How do I organize my asks, How far do I go with NSFW, What are my pronouns, What can you call me, Who I would probably befriend in HxH, 

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TickleTober Day #24: Dark

Finral and Noelle (Black Clover)

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Finral was scared of the dark.

There, he’d said it. Or, thought it.

There were a lot of things that terrified him, if he was honest – being alone, being useless, risking his life in battle – but the dark was a different kind of scary. He could handle being alone. He was used to feeling useless and risking his life as a member of the Black Bulls. But the dark was unpredictable. Anything could happen, and that’s what made it so terrifying.

Someone poked his shoulder, and Finral let out a scream, flailing his arms wildly at whoever was nearby.

“Ow, ow! Finral!” Noelle snapped at him from somewhere on his right, catching his wrist in her hand. “It’s me, you idiot!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, trembling as his eyes darted around, trying to find any kind of light source to latch onto. “I’d never hit a lady, much less a princess – I’m sorry!”

Noelle let out a huff, but her voice was gentler when she asked, “Are you okay?”

“S-Sure! It’s just a blackout, right? Haha…”

Her grip on his arm loosened, but she didn’t let go. Didn’t let him be alone. He loved her for that.

“You’re scared of the dark, aren’t you?”

Finral swallowed nervously, but he knew he couldn’t lie. She had to feel him shaking by now. “I…y-yeah, I…I can’t help it.”

“You commoners are so pathetic,” she muttered, but she pulled him closer anyway, her side pressed against his. “Fine, I’ll stay with you until someone remembers they have fire magic.”

It was only then that he remembered they weren’t alone. The rest of the Bulls could be heard scrambling about, bumping into each other and muttering curses. It was comforting to know they were all still nearby, even if he couldn’t see them.

“Thank you, Noelle,” he murmured. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing,” she grumbled, and this time the poke jabbed his ribs. He yelped, scooting away from her instinctively, and suddenly the silence was very obvious.

“N-Noelle?”

Fingers in his ribs, laughter bubbling up out of him before he could stop it, a firm grip on him even as he tried to squirm away. “W-Wahahahait, Noehehehehelle! Nohohohohoho! It tihihihihickles!”

“Good,” she said decisively, though there was an undercurrent of amusement in her tone as well. “You can make yourself useful by brightening up the place with your giggles.”

All of a sudden, Finral was grateful for the dark. As long as it was pitch black, no one could see him blushing and smiling at her teasing words.

[giggly-squiggily]

Ranking time! 😄

In your head, who are the top five most ticklish characters from:

- Black Clover

- Haikyuu!!

- Blue Lock

- Jujutsu Kaisen

You’re gonna make me pick??? /j

Hqnznandnsns But seriously- Ooo! 👀 Great question! Let’s see (under the cut for length)

The Fluff council speaks!

🍀 Black Clover 🍀

5.) Luck Violta

4.) Noelle Silva

3.) Asta

2.) Leopold Vermillion

1.) Finral Roulacase

🏐 Haikyuu!!🏐

5.) Kenma Kozume

4.) Kuroo Tetsurou

3.) Tsukishima Kei

2.) Kageyama Tobio

1.) Hinata Shoyo

⚽️ Blue Lock ⚽️

5.) Nagi Seishiro

4.) Rin Itoshi

3.) Bachira Meguru

2.) Chigiri Hyoma

1.) Isagi Yoichi

🤞🏻Jujutsu Kaisen 🤞🏻

5.) Geto Suguru

4.) Nobara Kurosaki

3.) Megumi Fushiguro

2.) Yuji Itadori

1.) Yuta Okkotsu

The fluff council has spoken! (Might change overtime but this is where I fall right now :P

Thanks for asking! :3

[featherlight-touches]

No lies.

Hello! It’s me again :D I’m back with another one-shot. Still trying to get back into writing so please be patient with me if there are mistakes. 

This story takes place after my last one-shot, All yours, Dah’lin, Enjoy! 

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“I’m telling ya, hermana,” Octane told Lifeline. “I have never gone out like that before!”  

Ajay finished a sip of her beverage; she had been listening to Octane’s frantic ramblings of his latest defeat within the games for the past ten minutes.

“I heard ya’ the first 20 times, O. I honestly don’t know what to tell ya’!”

“Don’t you think it’s weird? I’m all for creativity when taking out the competition, but Nat tickling me like that was… was humiliating!” Octane complained, using both of his hands to grab onto his head.

“So ya’ got beat by a little harmless fun, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Ajay shrugged, not really understanding why Octavio was so upset about this.  

“But you don’t understand, I – “

“Hey, speedy!” a familiar male voice called out from across the room, causing Octane to sink a little.

“Oh great…” he sighed under his breath; he knew what was coming. Mirage, a trickster filled with smugness at his latest victory at the games. “What’s up amigo?”

“Oh, nothing. Just having a drink to celebrate the latest W.” he chuckled, inviting himself to have a seat with Octane and Lifeline. “I tell ya, it’s not easy out there. But then, I suppose I don’t have to go up against someone like me.”

“I wonder how ya’ head manages to fit through the doors sometimes, Witt.” Ajay chuckled, which even amused Octane. Mirage just brushed it off. His ego was at a high right now and he wasn’t going to let anyone bring him down.

“You know,” Elliott brought his attention to Octavio, who had a suspicion he knew what was about to be said. “I heard you got taken out by Wattson, in a very… funny way.”

“Real funny…” he replied, crossing his arms across his chest almost sulking. “Like you wouldn’t done the same thing!”

“Me? Come on!” Mirage laughed, bringing his drink up for a swig.

“So ya’ not ticklish then?” Ajay questioned. Mirage paused at the question; eyes slightly panicked but he quickly regained his composure.

“… Of course not.”

“You hesitated,” Octane pointed out, the suspicion clear in his tone.

“Well, I guess there is only one way to find out if ya’ lying, isn’t there?” Ajay stood up, along with Octane who both held devilish glints in their eyes. Mirage also quickly rose from his seat.

“W-Wait wait now guys, come on, is this really necessary? I mean, what are we? Kids?” Mirage’s tone was now a lot more nervous than before, instinctively backing up away from the approaching pair.

“I see no harm in testing it out, right O?” Ajay turned to the speedster.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re not ticklish remember? So why are you so scared, amigo?” their questions had managed to back Mirage into the corner, quite literally. He had no where to run.

“R-Right. I’m not.” Mirage stubbornly said once more. “This is so dumb. Let’s just get the pokes over with.”

Elliott had to admit, he wasn’t sure how ticklish he was; however, he knew last time he was tickled he was a laughing mess. But that was years ago, surely, he would have gotten over that by now, right? A few pokes wouldn’t break him.

Ajay and Octavio immediately went to work, each using their index fingers to poke and prod each side. “OK, this isn’t so bad, you can keep it together. You got this!” Mirage thought, his smug smirk returning as he felt he managed to prove his point. “See! Told ya.”

“Oh, you think we’re done?” Ajay grinned. Mirage raised his brows, unsure how long she was planning to poke him for, until suddenly, he felt both Octane’s and Lifeline’s fingers dig into his side with both hands.

“What the- pfft hey!” Mirage immediately broke out into chuckles and his arms shot down to protect his sides. “I thought you said you were just gonna poke!”

“You decided that, amigo. We want to prove you’re lying!” Octane laughed, switching his hands from Elliott’s now protected sides to his stomach, which proved immediately effective as the trickster gave off a very high squeal. “Hoho! Jackpot!” he cheered, focusing primarily on that spot.

With Mirage trying to protect his tummy, Lifeline went for his sides and ribs. He could barely keep up with trying to defend himself. “Ahahaha, guys stahahahap it!”

“That sounds pretty ticklish to me!” Ajay said, using her long nails to dance up his sides which drove out some pretty wild giggles from Mirage, however they were mixed with high squeals and laughter as Octane dug into his tummy.

Mirage snorted. “Alright hahaha! Alright! You win!” However, the tickling didn’t stop, they just kept tickling which puzzled the trickster through his hysterical laughter. “Why aren’t you- AHAHA, - stopping!?”

“Ya’ lied to us, Witt. We’re making sure you don’t pull that shit again,” Lifeline smirked.

“Cohohohome on!” Mirage was trapped, he could only try and feebly defend off their tickling hands while laughing himself silly. Some things really don’t change.

[angelatmidnight1]

Barked Up The Wrong Tree

A/N: This is part two to Let Sleeping Dogs Lie . I hope you like it.

No one disturbs Ole Fusey from his nap, and he’s out to teach Octane and Rampart a lesson. But, the pranksters’ alliance falls through; instead, both Walter and Ramya tickle Octavio.  

“Oho, man. That was awesome!”

Octane cheered, rounding just one more corner to make sure that he was far away from Fuse. Rampart brought up the rear, still laughing, and plopped down to the floor to catch her breath. 

“You’re tellin’ me. And here I thought Salvonians were known for kickin’ asses and takin’ names. Never thought that a lil’ tickling would have him bawlin for his mum.”

Octavio chuckled. “Think that’ll go down as the funnest prank I’ve pulled yet!” He continued, sprinting into Ramya’s workshop, which was their next destination. Since he didn’t have any games scheduled for a few days, Ramya offered to spruce up his legs a bit. Octane had so many cool mod ideas that he’d love to see on his legs; rockets, grenade launchers, maybe rockets and grenade launchers. 

It was even better that Ajay, who’d been scheduled for games the entire week, would be too busy to complain about what he added to his legs. He cared for his best friend deeply, but if he were being honest, she could be a real killjoy when she wanted to be. So, it felt really good that he could add some more pizazz to his babies without having to deal with her nagging. He was already yanking his left leg off when he noticed Rampart stopped in the doorway. Her brow was arched, and she had one hand on her hip.

“The best prank you pulled? I vaguely remember lendin’ you a hand…” She scoffed, heading to her workbench to gather the tools she needed. On her way over there, she snatched Octavio’s leg out of his hand. “I mean, let’s be real here, you would’ve mucked up the prank from here to Sunday if I didn’t help ya out.”

Octavio gave her an incredulous look before laughing. “Amiga, all you did was hold the feather! That’s not exactly what I’d call hard work.” He responded, preparing to pull his right leg off next. He was still riding high off of the adrenaline from pranking Fuse, so he had no issues in saying what he said next. “I guess I can see why it’d be a big deal to you, though. I know there ain’t much you do without Sheila.”

He heard Ramya drop something, most likely a wrench. His grin widened as she stared at him, dumbfounded. 

“What’d you say?”

The speedster snickered. “You heard me! I’m surprised you had the time to help out at all, since I know how much su bebé (your baby) keeps you busy.” He continued confidently. He knew he was headed into dangerous territory, but so what? What was she gonna do about it? If she grabbed Sheila to teach him a lesson, it’d prove his point. “Don’t get me wrong! Sheila is awesome. But pranks are where I shine, amiga. So you better not forget that.”

Ramya growled and marched from around her workbench, taking his leg along with her. “If that ain’t the biggest crock of shit I’ve heard--only thing you’re good at is running!” She argued. She got within a couple feet from him, ready to throttle him, but then she had a better idea. “...Which ya can’t do much of now, can ya?”

“...What?”

Octane gave her a bewildered look. But, before he could ask what she was talking about, she started to back away from him. And, he noticed, she moved his limb from one hand to the other. 

“Listen, mate. I don’t know what cliff ya dived off recently, but your leg here is banged up good. So, I’m just gonna hang onto it for, ya know…safe keepin’.”

Now Octavio wasn’t laughing. He quickly put his right leg back on and got up, albeit awkwardly. “Chill, Ramya. I need that!” He said, making a move to take the leg back. Rampart got out of the way, causing him to fall back down with a crash. She burst out laughing.

“Yikes, you’re quite the klutz, huh? Relax, I ain’t gonna keep it forever. Maybe just a few weeks?” Ramya grinned widely at the look on his face.

“Hell no! Give me my leg back!”

Now, Rampart wasn’t actually going to take his leg. She just wanted to keep it long enough until he offered her an apology, or until she laughed herself silly from watching him hobble around like a pirate. Ramya laughed hard enough to snort while he attempted to take his leg back. And each time, just before he could get a grip on it, Ramya would pull back and watch him tumble. Octane got tired of it and the next time he lunged, he went for her instead, which she wasn’t expecting. The modder didn’t move out of the way in time, so when his fingers jabbed into her ribs, she let out a loud scream. She dropped the leg, holding her arm against her side.

“Alright, alright, take your bloody leg back.” Ramya grumbled, rubbing where he’d poked. “I was just messin’ around.”

Octane put his leg back on and stared at her. He didn’t poke her that hard, so why’d she scream? The gears in his head turned as he poked her again, this time in her side, and she slapped his hands away. 

“I said I was joking, ya idiot.”

Octavio grinned. “I heard you. I was just thinkin’ how Elliott had mentioned how ticklish you were, but I didn’t believe him.” He explained. He hurried towards the modder to close the distance. “Thought he was just talkin’ loco. But it looks like he was right, huh?”

Rampart glowered and smacked his hands away again when he went to poke some more. “I couldn’t give a toss about what that plonker said! But you better quit pokin’ me, unless your mate can get you some new hands too…”

Octane paused, looking at both of his hands. He could have metal legs and hands? Why didn’t he think of that! He’d definitely have to blow his hands off next. But, for now, he was standing in front of a ticklish Legend who tried to steal his leg. A punishment was in order!

The speedster didn’t have the patience for a buildup, so he made yet another jab at her ribs. Rampart threw a hand up to stop him, just like he expected, which allowed him to grab her wrist. He held it away from her and, before she could block him with her other hand, he pinched at her lowermost rib. Ramya screamed, her face getting redder by the second, and she swatted at his hand multiple times. 

“Stohop! You prihick!” She gritted her teeth, trying not to laugh. She pushed her shoulder into his chest, wanting to push him over, but he wasn’t having it. He let go of her wrist so he could wrap both of his arms around her torso and scritch all over the length of her rib cage. The modder violently jolted and broke out into loud laughter. 

“YOHOUHUHU FFF--HAHAHAHAHA!” Ramya pounded on his hands, thrashing about in his hold. “LEHEHET GOHOHOHO!”

Octavio refused and, laughing, he pulled her down onto the ground with him. “Haha, I knew it!” He cheered. She’d swatted at his hands one too many times, so he gathered up her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. “Elliott was right; you are crazy ticklish!”

Instead of staying on her sweet spot, he jumped to her side and kneaded along it. Then, he poked at her stomach, making her squeal, before his hand finally dug into her armpit. Ramya was cackling the entire time but, when he focused on her armpit, she giggled uncontrollably. It wasn’t as bad a spot as her ribs, but it was definitely sensitive. 

“I’m gohohohohnna kihihill yohohohohu!” She yelled, pulling against the speedster’s grip. “Juhust wahahait! I’ll kihihihck yohohour ahahahass wihihhth your own bloody lehehegs!”

Octane snickered and jabbed his nails into the center of her armpit, making her laugh harder. “Oh no, anything but that! Por favor!” He mocked, grinning. He took his thumbs and scratched at the hollows in circular motions. “And whatever you do, don’t sic Sheila on me! I know just how much you lean on her.”

Rampart yelled in protest as the speedster descended back into her ribs, tickling at the spaces between them. She thrashed against the ground, hollering with laughter. All of the commotion caught the attention of Fuse, who’d awoken from his nap a while ago, and was out to dole out some good ol’ Salvonian justice. He stepped into the workshop at a leisurely pace, smirking. Octavio was too invested in tickling Ramya to notice, but Ramya did. She fought against his grip, trying to warn him, but she fell into hysterics when he tickled even faster. 

“SAHAHAHAHAHA! HE---HE’S---OCTAHAHAHAHAHAVIO!”

Octavio snickered and dug his thumbs into the base of her ribs, making her laughter go silent. “Not so funny anymore, is it chica? That’s what you get for—”

He abruptly stopped talking, feeling a cold hand grip his arm. He was then lifted as if he were weightless. He yelped and struggled in the hold, moving to push at the arm, and that’s when he realized who it was. His eyes snapped up to Walter’s, and the Salvonian’s smirk only broadened. 

“G’day, mate. I was wonderin’ where you pups ran off to.” He said, easily scooping the speedster’s other arm within the same hand. “I hate to interrupt you kids’ fun, but I reckon we’ve got some unfinished business, ay?”

Octane immediately shook his head. He struggled to wrench his arm free out of Walter’s literal iron hold, but the explosives expert lifted him higher, so that he was dangling just above the ground. “Wait! Hold ohohohn!” He interjected, yelping when Fuse prodded at his sides. The severity of what was about to happen crashed into him, making him want to high tail it…but all his legs did was kick around in the air. 

“Nohoho! Dude, come ohohohon!” Octane tried to make his case, but Walter wasn’t hearing it. “It wahahas a johohohke! Whyhy cahahan’t yohuhu tahahake a JOHOHOKE—”

Fuse scratched at the speedster’s tummy, making him scream and arch his back. He chuckled. “I can take a joke just fine! What I can’t take is havin’ you lot botherin’ me while I’m gettin’ me beauty rest!” He retorted, pinching each of his hips before he returned to his stomach. Octavio cried out and sucked in his stomach to try and escape the tickling. 

“IT WAHAHAHSN’T JUHUHUHST MEHEHEHEHE!” He yelled, bucking his hips when Walter poked at his belly button. Walter smirked, wiggling his finger inside the spot some more, and he glanced at the recovering modder. 

“I know, I didn’t forget about your partner in crime. She’ll get what’s comin’ to her.” He answered. He continued scratching in and around his belly button, drawing out more panicked laughter from Octavio.

Rampart, however, had other plans. Once she caught her breath, she got off the floor and marched right up to the men. “Or, you can let me at this plonker right now.” She cut in, gripping Octavio’s sides and digging her thumbs into them. “For thinkin’ he can get one over on me.”

Octavio’s eyes snapped wide open and he yelled before laughing even louder. “NONONOHOHO! DOHOHON’T TOHOHOUCH MEHEHE, RAHAHAMYA!” He demanded. He twisted his torso around in Fuse’s hold, trying to shake her hands off, but she easily kept up with him. Fusey snickered; considering what he’d witnessed before he entered the scene, he wasn’t surprised that Rampart had a bone to pick with him. But, it was still amusing to watch their alliance crumple apart.

So, much to Octane’s shock, Walter didn’t stop her. He moved his hand up higher, poking between his ribs, while Ramya found every ticklish nerve along his sides. 

“Wahahahalter! Dohohohohn’t lehehehet hehehr dohohoho thihihihs!” He pleaded. He tested the man’s grip, a foolish thing to do with his metal arm, and was only answered with a smirk. 

“Nah, I feel she’s justified, mate.” Fuse chuckled, swiping all of his nails down his ribcage before he pinched at each one. “Sure ain’t off the hook, but I don’t blame her for wanting a lil revenge of her own.”

“WHAHAHAT?!”

Octavio couldn’t believe what he was hearing; for starters, he didn’t act alone! But most importantly, Fuse didn’t even see what Ramya did before he got there. He opened his mouth to protest, but he let out a screaming laugh instead when the modder scribbled her fingers along his tummy. 

“Besides,” Ramya grinned, spidering her nails into the sides of his stomach, where he seemed to be especially ticklish. “The whole thing was your show anyway, right?”

“NAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SUHUHUHCH BULLSH--AH!”

All of a sudden, Fuse dragged him to the floor, with Rampart following immediately after. He did this for two reasons; one, to make it easier for Ramya to join in on the fun. And two, to make sure she didn’t get accidentally kicked. Octavio’s legs had been moving a mile a minute, maybe faster, and Walter knew for a fact that one blow from those could cause a serious injury. With Walter keeping Octavio’s arms pinned and Ramya taking a seat on his waist, the speedster was royally screwed. The explosives expert went back to pinching at each of his ribs, while Ramya honed in on the area just above his belly button.

“SAHAHAHAHA! SHEHE--SHEHEHE STAHAHARTED IHIHIHT!” Octane whined. He was referring to what happened before he’d tickled Ramya, but was laughing too hard to elaborate. And, he wasn’t even being tickled on his worst spot. Not yet, anyways. Ramya grinned a smug grin and wriggled a finger back into his belly button. 

“Pfft, don’t get shy now, mate! You were mouthin’ off about how great this prank of yours was.” She chided. She made sure to get in deep, twisting her finger around like a screwdriver, and the speedster howled with laughter. She glanced at Fuse, still grinning. “You shoulda heard him. He said, and I quote ‘that’ll go down as the best prank I’ve pulled! Hell, maybe the best one in the Outlands!’” 

“I DIHIHIHD NOHOHOHOT!”

Now she was twisting his words! Octavio’s legs drummed against the floor as he flopped against the floor. He felt Fuse getting closer to his armpits, and he felt a deep seated panic in the pit of his stomach.

“WAITWAITWAIT! POR FAHAHAVOR, WAHAHAIT!” He pleaded, his entire body tensing up. Fuse, and surprisingly Rampart, both obliged. He breathed heavily, still giggling, especially when Walter flexed his fingers just underneath where his armpits started. “Plehehease dohohn’t tickle my armpihihits. Ramya’s twisting what I said, but I prohohomise I wohohon’t dohoho it AGAHAHAIN---”

Rampart didn’t let him finish; she ducked and blew a raspberry right in the center of his stomach. Octavio shrieked, making both Ramya and Walter laugh, and Walter dug underneath his left arm anyway. 

“Oh, I doubt that very much.” Fuse smirked, spidering his nails from one side of his armpit to the other. “Especially comin’ from you. You’re the very essence of trouble.” 

“Sure is.” Rampart chimed in, blowing another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio’s cackles filled up the entire workshop. He writhed in Walter’s hold, and bucked his hips as Ramya kept on blowing on his stomach. But despite his struggling, he couldn’t move away from the tickles, and it really tickled. 

“NOHOHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He screeched, laughing even harder as Fuse dug deeper into his hollows. Now, he was focusing on the center of his armpits, while Ramya dug her thumbs into his hips and waist. “POHOHOHOR FAHAHAHAVOR! I WOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHT!”

“Nah, I’ll have to think it over. Your track record says otherwise.” Walter insisted. He jumped to the speedster’s right armpit, earning another squeal, and used two fingers to scritch along the length of the spot. Octavio threw his head back; his right armpit was more sensitive than his left one, and he strained to pull his arms down. 

“NONONOHOHOHOHO! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” He pleaded, struggling with a renewed sense of energy. Fuse arched a brow; this time, he wasn’t even tickling that hard, and it seemed like Octavio wanted to pull his arm out of its socket, if it meant it went down. 

“Oh, c’mon, I’m barely touchin’ ya!” Fuse scoffed, poking his uppermost rib before he returned to the armpit. Ramya looked up from what she was doing; she thought the plonker’s stomach was his worst spot, but it looked like she was missing out on the real action!

“Yeah, he’s really laughin' up a storm, ain’t he?” 

That’s all Octane heard before he felt Ramya scoot up his waist, and bury her fingers into his left armpit. This next scream left him hoarse, and after that, all he could do was laugh and laugh. One hand on his armpits was bad; two were arguably unbearable. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Octavio’s pleading finally gave way to hysterics as he kicked his legs against the ground. Walter opted for light, quick scratching along his right armpit. But Ramya was jabbing and poking all over the left one, so he couldn’t get used to either sensation. The tickling went on for a good five minutes; after that, Walter decided to ease up on the kid. His laughter had gotten silent, and he didn’t wanna kill him. 

“Alright, let’s give him a breather, ay?” Fuse stopped tickling him and gently nudged Ramya’s hand away. Rampart pouted; she was having a blast, but air was kind of important, and it looked like Octane needed a bunch of it. 

“Fine. Can’t have people dyin’ in here anyways. It’s bad for business.” She responded, snickering. She lightly ran her nails down Octavio’s tummy a few times before climbing off of his legs. Octavio snickered and panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. 

“Bohohohth of yohuhu suck…” He complained, moving to pull his arms down…only to realize that Fuse hadn’t let go. Fuse grinned and looked down at the still-pinned speedster.

“Oh, ya think so? That’s alright, cause I never said I was lettin’ you go just yet.” 

It didn’t take very long for Octane to regenerate stamina, but all of that air he worked to bring in left him in one loud gasp. 

“No, doOOOHN’T--”

Walter poked his side, making him yelp, and he chuckled. “Hey, I was crystal clear! I said a breather. What, you thought you’d get off that easy?” 

Rampart blinked, not expecting the turn of events, but she was more than happy to continue. She plopped back down onto his legs, pressing her fingertips into his ribs, and wiggled away. 

“Nohohoho guhuhuhys! I’m sohohohohorry!”

Octavio’s apology fell on deaf ears; ole Fusey was bright eyed and bushy tailed, so he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

[ticklishmalecelebrities]

Ronen Rubinstein & Rafael L. Silva (actors)

- During an Instagram Live the 911: Lone Star actors were taking fan questions and one asked if Ronen was ticklish. Ronen points out that Rafael is and tries to tickle him but Rafael gets a bigger reaction from tickling Ronen and he admits to being extremely ticklish.

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Another cute ficlet!

Pairing: Cleo Rosehyn x Aster Silva ( @xvi-the-tower )

Warnings: Pregnancy

First Kick (s?!)

Cleo turned in front of her bedroom mirror to test a new angle. She pursed her lips as the view didn’t change. Staring back at her was a very distinct freckled rounded belly. The sheer robe split beneath her swollen breasts and fell on either side, just another sign of how large she’d grown.

“I can feel you fretting in there,” Aster called from outside the room. “You look beautiful.”

Despite how often she heard him say it, she smiled. Tanned hands slid around her midsection and Aster rested his head on her shoulder so they were together in the mirror.

“Mo Ghràdh, I feel as large as a house. I can’t remember being so big with Magni.”

“Well, you are technically a house for this little seedling.”

She turned to give him a mock scandalized face.

“Tha thu air mo ghortachadh, màthair do phàiste (You hurt me, the mother of your child)”

Aster laughed and nuzzled closer, sending a ticklish sensation through Cleo’s whole body. She couldn’t help but giggle and give him what he wanted.

Suddenly, Aster stopped laughing and went rigid.

“Love… did you feel that?”

Cleo looked down where Aster’s hand pressed firmly onto her stomach. They both waited. Nothing.

“My beauty, if you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”

Cleo fell into another giggling fit at the silliness and just as Aster predicted, he felt another solid kick under his palm.

“There! The baby likes to hear you laugh as much as I do.”

She smiled and leaned back into his embrace.

“It’s the first time you’ve felt them, I believe.”

Aster nodded, too absorbed in feeling the movements to speak. That was his baby he was feeling. Their baby. It was really happening. And… really active? He wrapped his other hand on another section of her stomach. Sure enough, he felt kicks there too. Maybe it could be the hand? Were those toes?

“Hey, uh, maybe we should let Julian know. Good time for a check up?”

Cleo agreed and continued to relax in his arms while Aster’s mind was suddenly racing. How many feet are in there?!

[babydaddyleorio]

Killua headcanons

random Killua headcanons

-Always has the latest technology. He definitely pre-orders high tech things and is the first to get them before anyone else can. From his new smartphone to his flashy digital watch, Killua is going to make sure that he’s always up to date.

-Killua is very nosy. Because Killua’s ears are so keen from being an assassin, he knows everybody’s business and always gossips to Gon whenever they’re alone together.

-He Is very picky about his candy. The type to only eat certain colors/flavors and will spend so much time going through the bag and flicking the colors he doesn’t like away with a disgusted look on his face.

-Killua probably had a pet Tarantula when he was younger that he absolutely adored. He would’ve kept it in a tank by his bed and sometimes when he would feel like he could talk to no one else, he would quietly spill all his feelings out to the spider as If he could talk back to him.

-The definition of a skater boy. Has all the designer vans and sneakers, along with an impressive collection of skateboards. His favorite are his custom ones, preferably the ones with lightning bolts on them.

-Killua is definitely a recovering shopping addict. Killua bought clothes and gadgets every now and then, but he really splurged all his money on candy and sweets. Literally trucks full of chocolate would pull up to the Zoldyck estate every week and It became so bad that Silva had to confiscate Killua’s card and put him on shopping probation.

-Whenever Alluka’s birthday came around, Killua would sneak down into her chamber with two cupcakes placed in his hands. He would get Alluka a red velvet one and have a candle stuck in the middle so she could blow it out and make a wish. He spends all night talking and playing with her, making this the best day Alluka has every year.

-Killua would sometimes linger around the Butler’s quarters just to harass Gotoh and Canary when he was bored. Canary would love his company and be more talkative with Killua, cautiously of course. And although Gotoh seemed very stoic when interacting with Killua, he secretly enjoyed whenever the rebellious boy would come and pay him a visit.

-Killua is secretly ticklish. He hates It whenever someone tries to tickle him, and It became even more of a nuisance when Gon found out about it.

-“Knock It off!” Killua would fuss while running away, but Gon would be right on his tail laughing mischievously with his fingers wiggling in front of him.

-Killua is definitely going to get his payback... well, after he can stop the loud giggles falling from his mouth.