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distantdarlings · 6 months

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HOUSE PRIDE // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.8K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* Theo is pissed that you seem to be interested in other guys. The two of you are not officially dating so you find it ridiculous that you can't talk to whomever you want. You have feelings for Theo, though, and think it might be interesting to put his jealousy to the test.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Heavy sexual material, degradation, name-calling, jealousy, fem reader, language, dom!Theo--honestly, this is just depraved

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Pyramids - Frank Ocean

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You pressed your face to your hands, breathing deeply. You couldn’t believe what you were fucking hearing. The pounding in your head refused to subside as he kept demanding an answer.

“Hello? Do you wanna explain why you were practically throwing yourself on Riddle today at lunch?” the brunette demanded, his eyes widened and wild. Your hands dropped and you made eye contact with the boy. You were in disbelief.

“Throwing myself at him? You dick, I tripped and fell on him! That’s just number one! Number two: you are not my fucking boyfriend,” you shouted, “I can throw myself on whoever I want, whenever I want!”

Theo locked his jaw and pursed his lips slightly. A tell of his that meant he was very angry. He didn’t usually speak much after he pushed past this point. More like, just crossed his arms and stared at you, eye bordering on twitching. You scoffed and held your hands out, waiting for a response from him. He said nothing.

“I don’t need you to tell me who to give attention to, Theo. You are not my boyfriend, I am not your girlfriend. I tripped and fell against Mattheo this morning and we both laughed it off, so why can’t you?”

“You just tripped and fell on him and his hands landed on your ass? Oh, whoops, just an accident!” he mocked you.

“I don’t know if his hands were on my ass or not, he may have been trying to stabilize me as quickly as he could—but besides the point, who gives a fuck if he was touching my ass? It’s not like you’ve been too eager to do anything anytime soon!” you shout, blood rushing through your ears and cheeks. Shit. You did not mean to say that. His head shot back and his eyes widened slightly. You kept the anger imprinted on your face to attempt to hide the embarrassment you were feeling so strongly. Hopefully, he would think this was a super-confident confession written in a rage. Still, he said nothing.

“Oh, forget it! To hell with you, Theo!” you screamed, grabbing your robes and running out of his dorm room. He said nothing and made no move to stop you. Your feet carried you down the hallway and into your own room.

None of your roommates were here. You figured they were all in different dorms, preparing for the common room party in a few hours. Once every couple of months, some of the Slytherins—usually seniors—will get together and prepare a “house” party. They’re always fun, high-energy, and filled to the brim with Slytherin pride. Merlin, you loved them.

You had originally declined to go tonight. You had some leftover work that was due on Monday and you almost thought that Theo would invite you to Hogsmeade or something, but you should have known better than that. It seems all he’s concerned about is his reputation.

You tugged through the buttons on your uniform top and ripped it off your shoulders. You pulled your skirt and socks off, holding the end of your bed for balance. There were a couple of nice outfits shoved in the trunk beneath the bedframe—you figured something in there would do. You reached up and let your hair down from its elastic, allowing it to fall to its natural length. The ends of the waved strands tickled your skin as you yanked the trunk into the open. Inside were a couple of different combinations, all saved up for special occasions. And if anyone asked you, making Theo Nott as jealous as you possibly could was a very special occasion.

Your eyes fell on a specific top. A long sleeve, skin-tight sweetheart neckline that plunged a little deeper than it should, and a flared, darkened skirt. You reckoned it was simple and sexy. It practically bled Theo’s name all over your body, claiming you as his, though you pretended like you hated that. He never needed to know it, but you secretly loved how jealous he became when you had the smallest interactions with other people. You blow a curled hair out of your face. The fucker could have been running down the halls with a red tapestry taped to his back and you still wouldn’t call him a red flag. He was just what you wanted; what you’d wanted for years. Whether or not he’d ever actually act on your feelings for each other, you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

You slipped the outfit on, mussed up your hair a bit, and applied a light layer of makeup. With the two tests, three project due dates, and eighteen assignments you’d had this week, you could use a bit of a touch-up. Hopefully, you didn’t sweat it off by the end of the night—though, that was sort of the goal.

You grabbed your wand and slipped it into your back pocket, patting it twice for good luck, and pushed through the dorm door. Down the hallway, you could hear the faint pounding of music. Your heart raced, keeping in time with the deep bass pushing past the walls. Was this a good idea? For a few moments, you stood in front of your door, pondering your options. Your plan for this evening could either end really well or really badly or you could avoid the possibilities completely and stay in like you originally planned. A deep sigh left you as your eyes slid closed. Who cared? This was your life and, you’d said it earlier, Theo was not your boyfriend and you intended on finishing what you’d started with Mattheo earlier this morning.

Deep cool colors swirled throughout the common room, echoing off of every shadow and highlight in the moulding. Everywhere you looked there was another Slytherin scarf or Quidditch team hat. One boy even wore a Slytherin flag around his neck like a cape. You laughed at the absurd outfit. These parties were most definitely one of the best things about being a Slytherin. Say what you will about the house, but they could throw a fucking party.

You slid through swaying bodies, feeling the bass echo deep in your chest, rattling your ribcage. A couple of your friends were scattered throughout the crowd and slipped in gracefully with their personal friends. As you passed by them, they waved or flashed you a bright smile, all of which you returned. You would come back and talk but, for now, you were looking for someone specific.

There was a table set up in front of the fireplace, decked out with green and black decorations, and overflowing with tall glasses of firewhisky. Your eyes skated along the length of the furniture until it reached a familiar body. You smirked and grabbed a drink before making your way over.

Enzo stood against the edge of the table, discussing something with one of the “bartenders.” When you stopped in front of him, his lips ceased and his eyes found your chest, then your eyes. His lips remained parted. Sweet, sweet Enzo.

“Hey, En, I was wondering if you’d seen Mattheo, anywhere?” you smiled. He said nothing for a few seconds before stuttering back to life like an old car.

“Uh, no, I haven’t seen him anywhere…uh, why do you need—um, I mean, did you need to talk to him?” he stumbled, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. The boy he’d been talking to—some fifth-year—snorted and rolled his eyes, turning away from the two of you to pour a couple more drinks. You stepped closer to Enzo, feeling his body heat on you. The shoes you were wearing granted you a couple more inches of height, which, consequently, put your hairline just above his. His eyes were angled slightly upward as he watched you.

You waved him against you. He leaned in. The confidence burning through you tonight was more than you’d felt in a long time. You felt hurt and angry and frustrated. You could fix one of those quickly. You traced the skin above his ear, pushing a small tuft of copper hair back. A small shudder went through his body as you pressed your lips against his ear.

“I just wanted to dance and was looking for a boy who’d dance with me,” you said slowly. “I thought Mattheo would be the best but maybe you could…you know…”

You pulled away and smiled sweetly, placing a deep innocence into your eyes, watching as his lips parted and closed multiple times. You tilted your head to the right, allowing your eyes to switch from his eyes to his lips ever so briefly.

“I haven’t seen Mattheo, I’ll dance with you,” he said, licking his lips and swallowing thickly. You smiled brightly and grabbed one of the hands hanging limply by his side. You felt his warm skin beneath yours as you tugged him toward the center of the dancing mass. You were pretty sure you recognized the song playing and proceeded to work all of its beats throughout your body, encouraging Enzo to join you.

“Come on, En!” you laughed. “You’re supposed to dance with me.” He seemed to shock out of a momentary stupor. You felt good tonight and you hoped it was showing on your face and body. He still didn’t move and you reckoned he was going to take some physical guiding.

As the song slowed slightly, you grabbed both of his hands and slid them around your hips. His breath shuddered through his lips as you began moving the two of you. You dropped your hands to his belt and guided his hips a bit, biting back a smile. He had all of the facilities for these particular…activities, he was just really nervous. Soon enough, though, his hips were moving on their own.

You turned around and placed your back against his chest. Without prompting, his hands dropped down to your hips, gripping them firmly. He moved you against him to every beat of the song. To be honest, he was placing a little bit of blush in your stomach. One of your arms raised to wrap loosely around his neck.

“That’s it, baby,” you cooed in his ear, cradling the base of his neck with your hand. One of his hands raised to hold your arm against him as the other stayed intact on your hip. A crooked smile found its way onto his lips as the both of you felt every rhythm the other was putting out. Fuck, maybe you’d picked the wrong boy all along. The way Enzo was grabbing your hips and ever so slowly grinding against your ass had your lips parting in a slow gasp.

“Like this?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. Merlin, help you.

If anything could have pulled you out of your current situation, it was the burning eyes you felt against you pouring into your skin like a brand. You gasped a bit and looked away from Enzo. Almost immediately, you found Theo’s eyes on the two of you. Enzo noticed your sudden change of attention and glanced up, finding the older’s eyes. Like he’d been branded himself, his hands faded away from you and, almost as quickly, so did he. Fucker. So much for sticking by you.

You were used to it by now, though. Where you were involved, Theo was, too. Even though you weren’t actually together, everyone knew you were Theo’s. Anytime you were hanging out with another boy, he always found out. Even if it was just for a school assignment.

His jaw was clenched and ticking. His eyes were lidded and ice-cold, angled right at you. You rolled your eyes and huffed, stomping off through the crowd. He couldn’t get whatever he wanted all the time. He needed to pick. He needed to officially claim you as his, take you on dates, buy you gifts, and all that nonsense or he needed to leave you the hell alone. He couldn’t have it both ways.

You finally came upon the end of the crowd and the staircase leading to the girl’s dorms. You hurried up the steps, not even caring if he was behind you or ignoring you or with a different girl.

The hallway was completely empty, everybody down at the party or taking an early night. You rushed across the winding floors, trying your best to get to your room before Theo changed his mind. You just wanted to get out of your clothes and makeup and go to bed. Your dorm door appeared around the corner followed by an immense sense of relief.

Your hand closed around the doorknob and—a hand closed tightly around your arm and yanked you back. A yelp escaped your lips as the perpetrator slammed you roughly into the wall just beside the door. It was Theo. He was livid, his breath coming out in hard slants, and his eyes so darkened they appeared black. You swallowed thickly, your breath rushing out of you just as his was. The two of you heard your hearts pounding in tandem.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, his face inches from yours. Your eyes glanced down from his to his lips, watching the changes in his anger. He waited impatiently for an answer for too long before you realized it wasn’t meant to be a rhetorical question.

He grabbed your arm once more and pulled you away from the wall. A swift flick of his wand and a fury like no other, and he was pulling you into your empty dorm room. It was almost completely dark by now.

“You want some attention, huh?” he said, casting a flame into the stove set in the middle of the room, his grip on your arm never weakening. He slammed his wand down on your bedside table and pushed you onto your bed. You fell roughly against the mattress, your hands holding you up into a sitting position. He stared down at you wildly, like an angry parent.

“Answer me,” he growled. Your eyes bore the same innocence you’d given to Enzo earlier and you knew that he’d only last a few minutes like this. Already, his facade was flickering and his gaze was softening.

“I just—I don’t know, Teddy, I—”

“You just, you—you, you…fucking spit it out,” he mocked you. Body betraying your mind, heat pooled in your lower stomach as his face got closer and closer to yours and he got angrier and angrier. If it was anyone else, you’d have gotten embarrassed or angry but with Theo…it was a different feeling.

“All out of confidence, hmm? What happened, baby, you had plenty out there when you were grinding your ass all over Lorenzo Berkshire in front of everyone!”

“What’s wrong with Enzo?” you squeaked, your thumbs rolling over the other.

“He’s not me, you stupid girl,” he roared, his words perking your chest. You pressed your thighs together discreetly, never losing eye contact with him. You hoped he hadn’t seen you.

“Are you serious? Are you fucking turned on right now?” he asked. He had seen you. You didn’t say anything. His hand reached around and roughly gripped your hair, his fingers tugging deliciously on your scalp. He held your head back.

“Answer me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a thousand times different. “Does it turn you on when I shout at you? When you get me jealous and worked up?” The way he was looking down at you had you gulping against the strain being placed on your throat. You nodded.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic,” he laughed darkly, the sinister tone in his voice echoing in your stomach. His hand let go of your hair and grabbed your jaw tightly. He held your face up so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you fucking belong to?” An eyebrow quirked. You nodded once more, anticipation hitting you like a train. He smirked, releasing your jaw by pushing you back roughly. Your back came into contact with the bed, the material nearly knocking the breath out of you.

He crawled over you slowly, letting his lips ghost over your exposed cleavage, neck, chin, lips. He paused and allowed his breath to pour into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol, the scent of it burning your lips. He pushed his tongue out and gently traced it over your bottom lip. Your lips parted in a gasp at the contact. Just as soon as your mouth had opened, his had covered it, suffocating all breath. You moaned into him, feeling the way his body held you tightly against the mattress.

You raised your hand to place your fingers beneath his shirt, but one of his hands reached down and grabbed yours with a speed your intoxicated brain wasn’t capable of comprehending right now. He raised them above your head and held them with a grip like a vice, his fingers violent and unyielding. You’d definitely have bruises in the morning.

You bucked your hips against him, trying to illicit some contact between your core and his. He grunted at the touch before pulling back and roughly turning you over, pressing your chest into the mattress.

“Don’t fucking do that,” he growled into your ear, still holding your hands tightly above you. “Do as I fucking say. I’m going to pull this skirt up and I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to say a word but my name. Do you understand me?” You nodded frantically, impatiently waiting for some contact.

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed as he slowly let them go. You curled your fingers around the edge of the bed to keep them locked in place. You didn’t dare disobey him.

Behind you, you could hear the clink of his belt buckle as he pulled it from his jeans and dropped it to the floor. The anticipation was killing you, your thighs pressing tightly together for a chance at some friction. The heat between them was beginning to become too much.

He pressed bruising kisses along the side of your neck, trailing them down your shoulder. His teeth cut along the flesh, ripping blacks and blues into the sensitive skin. You whimpered at the feeling, knowing good and well he just wanted everyone to see whose you were.

His fingers ghosted along the outsides of your thighs, tracing the chills that appeared in their wake. You shuddered against the sheets, waiting to feel everything he was about to do. You couldn’t see any of his movements and, for whatever reason, that amplified the feeling by a million.

There was a moment of nothing except for the sound of rustling clothing. No part of him touched you and you found yourself becoming more and more desperate by the moment. You reckoned he was removing unnecessary items of his outfit but if he didn’t do something soon, you were going to start pitching a fit.

Then his thumb pressed against your thin undergarments, right where you needed him the very most. An awfully audible moan left your lips and your spine arched against his touch. Merlin help anyone who walked by this dorm or, worse, tried to come in.

“Please, baby,” you sighed, your fingers clenching tightly against the mattress. His hand roughly grabbed your hair once more, tugging your head back.

“My name only, you dumb slut,” he insulted before pushing your head back into the sheets. One hand held your head to the bed as the other lined his hips up with yours.

No matter how many times the two of you did this, you’d never get used to it. He was just so much better than any of the other boys in school. And there were a lot of them too. None of them felt like Theo and he knew it, too. He knew that you would always come back to him. He was impossible to leave. His touch and rough, degrading words were addictive and you couldn’t stay away from him. Your friends had told you over and over again that you needed to drop him and completely move on but you just couldn’t. He was the closest thing to a drug you had.

He tucked a finger beneath your undergarments and slid them over to the side. He placed a hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he ordered. You complied. He spread the material over his fingers slowly, coating each one thoroughly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand disappear and reintroduce itself with your core. The tips of his soaked fingers skirted between the slit of your skin, lathering you in his touch. Just as he’d instructed, his name poured from your lips like a prayer.

He pulled his hands away and quickly replaced them with a dark, warm heat that pressed into you agonizingly slowly, stretching every part of you out.

“Fuck, it’s been a while,” he groaned breathlessly, pushing into you until he bottomed out. His lips curve just above your ear, every moan and whisper touching your mind like a soft hand. As he began to move, they became louder and made less sense to either of you. His name curled around the room. You worshipped him. The reverence you placed on every syllable touched his chest and slid down to his core. He gasped into your ear. You sounded so fucking good.

It didn’t matter if he fucked every girl in Hogwarts, none of them could ever compare to you.

“Theo, baby, you feel so good,” you screamed, the words vibrating your skin.

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed. You moaned aloud as he pressed an especially sharp thrust against you. “I know, I know.”

“Please, please, please,” you babbled, your words pathetic and useless. His hips never ceased their brutal pace.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Are you my girl? Or are you Enzo’s?” He growled the last part, his fingers tangling painfully in your hair. You yelped at the feeling, tilting your head back to relieve some of the pain.

“No, no! I’m yours, Teddy, I’m all yours, please,” you begged.

“That’s right, baby.” He released your hair. Every movement of his body brought you closer and closer to your end. His hands gripping your hips and pulling himself toward his own, his lips curling against your ear, his weight holding you perfectly in place.

Neither of you would last much longer and you both knew that. Every deep push of his hips drove you further into your pleasure as you began to close around him, gradually coaxing a release out of him. One of his hands dropped down to trace tight circles against you, ignoring the way your hips quaked to get away from the overstimulation. You were done for.

Every sound pouring from his lips began to mingle with yours a bit closer as he pushed you through both of your final breaths. His hips got slower and his grip loosened on your waist. The loss of his support sent your weakened body falling back down to the mattress. A breathless chuckle came from him as he laid down beside you, his shimmering skin luminescent in the moonlight. You presented him with a tired smile.

“Could Enzo fuck you like that?” he asked, a proud smirk imprinted on his lips.

“I don’t know—I’ll let you know when I find out.”

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todorokies · 9 months

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jjk characters as male thot jobs

including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once

a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one

☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”

he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.

☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.

you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”

☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.

“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.

☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.

but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

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ajortga · 4 months

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why try?

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

based off song request! thank you so much for your requests! many are being looked at now, another 3 are left to write. i'm not very good at song requests and i was actually feeling a little rushed this time, i just wanted to get this out there so i hope this can meet what you may have wanted.

??; was wondering if you’d take a song fic request ? mainly asking because i was listening to why try by ariana grande and i thought it might be good with like tara i think , i hope ,,, im not sure anymore lmfao

You and Tara didn’t meet each other in the best way possible, you met on bad terms, especially since she crashed into you while running and spilt hot coffee on you, screaming an apology as she ran to who knows what class, not even looking back.

For that whole day your white shirt was now a caramel brown, making you a little frustrated.

Tara was walking to her film history class, her hair in a braided half up half down, basically huffing as she opened the door, as she looked for a seat, the only left was a seat one away from the window.

A pretty girl with her headphones in sat next to her, scribbling on her notes and wow, her writing was so neat. It reminded her of the poems that lovers would write to each other in neat curvy lines back in the olden days.

Then she looked down at her sweater, it looked like a coffee stain.

Wait, a coffee stain?

The pretty girl was you, the one she crashed into and accidentally spilt steaming coffee on your sweater while she was running late to her next class, not even being able to make the face as she turned a corner and was gone.

Your gaze shifted from your words to the girl standing in front of you, your warm eyes looking at her, then recognizing Tara as yours narrowed.

“You owe me a new shirt. That was eighty dollars.” You mumble, pointing to the stain on your shirt, your voice soft, but trying to be a little annoyed, sour, and angry, Tara found it adorable.

“I was late to class.” She shrugged, making a small laugh as she sat down.

“That doesn’t mean you can spill your steaming coffee on me, I think I got a rash.” You basically flipped her off without actually flipping her off.

She groaned, “Okay I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt. My name is Tara.”

“Y/N,” you said simply, your voice wispy, sounds like a sweet and pretty sound, Tara could listen to it for hours-

“I’m still mad at you,” You murmur, turning your head away from her as your hair draped over your notes, writing.

She scoffed, a little angry that you weren’t quite talking to her, more like talking to her about the situation that she forgot about.

“Are you always like this?” She said, smiling, a little sarcastically.

“You’re mean Tara,” You turn to her, head laying against your palm. “Can I not be a little upset that you stained my favorite sweater, and basically burned me with your flaming coffee, what a memorable way to know you right? You were already late, why not just take your time?”

Tara huffs, seeing you like a kitten that doesn’t get what they want, saving your sweetness for her and squeezing out a little bitterness. She nudges you on the shoulder, making you shift a little and let out a small quiet giggle.

“Whatever Tickles.”

“Don’t call me that Tiny.”

“Excuse you?”

“Don’t think that teasing won’t jump back at you Tiny Toe Tara!”

“Oh fuck you!” She says sarcastically, “You drive me insane!”

Tara was right, you do drive her insane, but not the way you thought of.

Who would’ve known that her mind was you every night before she went to bed, the way she could feel her cheeks heating when thinking of your face. Your hair. Oh god, please don’t get started with your smile. It drove her crazy, in that way where she has seen your face as you talked to someone, just realizing how much of a listener you are. A good one especially, she sees your eyes as you nod, the way you tilt your head in a conversation, fully immersed.

Tara always wanted to have someone listen to her. She was always listening to others, good listening or not, she never got it back.

There were days where she’d tell Sam the things you did, basically screaming as she says how annoying you are. But at the same time, Sam sees the way Tara’s eyes dilate when she talks about you, gushing all her words at once and scrambling some words.

“She sounds like someone you talk about a lot.”

“Excuse you? She is hot! I mean not!”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like? I think I stare at her too much.”

“Why?”

“Oh pfft, because she’s an atrocious looking pretty looking ogre that I can’t help but feel sorry for how she looks.”

“Pretty looking?”

“Oh yeah. No! You’re getting it all wrong. Pretty looking ogre like her looks pretty like one of an ogre.”

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

You and Tara throw insults at each other, she hates them.

“My Tiny!”

“Tararific!”

You annoyed her to bits, she was annoyed at the fact that she was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to see you smile. She was angry that she just couldn’t hate you. Even with your silly personality, teasing remarks, and playful nudges, there were moments where she saw you being you. Seeing you feed stray cats on the sidewalk when she walked to her apartment, your headphones in as she sees your pretty figure asleep on your desk as you took soft breaths, or the way your eyes are different than any other, different in the way that it was special.

She was so lovesick, but she would go through that phase every time if it meant seeing you for a second.

Why try getting her feelings for you to rip?

Knowing that you could still make her heart skip?..

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #vada cavell x reader #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x y/n

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burningablaze · 6 months

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Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye

A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didn’t mean to stop writing for so long but that doesn’t mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous

Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didn’t expect him to react the way he did

Words: 1,212

Ler: Todoroki

Lee: Reader

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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.

After a few moments of reading silently, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didn’t notice was someone was right behind all along.

“This is… interesting to say the least.”

“AAH!”

You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.

“Todoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.”

Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “I just couldn’t help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.”

You groaned and blushed. “Please don’t tell me you read all of that.”

“I think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?”

“Wait, Todoroki! It’s not like that! I-I-I…”

Todoroki’s expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, “I understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and it’s important not to judge them for it.”

Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todoroki’s ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.

“I apologize if I invaded your privacy,” Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “It was not my intention. But, if you’re comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps it’s something I can learn from.”

You couldn’t help but blush and try to find the right words. “Todoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be… weird,” you said hesitantly.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. I’m not very familiar with the tickling thing.” Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.

You sighed. “I like to read this sort of stuff because it’s an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.”

Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. “I see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.

Nodding, you continued, “Yes, exactly. It’s a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. It’s purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.”

“And what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?” he asked.

You started to get flustered. “Well, it’s more like… imagining what it’ll be like if you were.”

“Oh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?” Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldn’t know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.

“Hehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!” “Whoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.” Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.

You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldn’t help but kept giggling hysterically.

“What does ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ mean? Is it something like this?” he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

Todoroki’s friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. “I guess this ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ thing is quite effective,” he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re so mehehehehean!”

Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.

“If I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,” Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. “Your laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.”

As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. “You know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I can’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.”

You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.

“Shut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!”

He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. “Now, I think I remember something in the fic going “Todoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.” Is it getting to you?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, yes! Please stohohohohop!” you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. “I guess I’ve tortured you long enough.” he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.

You took that moment to catch your breath. “Damn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.”

Todoroki chuckled again. “Did I at least get everything right as what the fic said?”

You blushed slightly. “You kinda did,” you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. “I’m glad,”

“So, what did you think about all that?” you asked. “Well, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-Yeah,” “But,” Todoroki continued. “I did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,”

“Todoroki!” you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. “But I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.” he smiled.

“Me too, Todoroki.”

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gaybananabread · 4 months

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Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?

Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas

Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Denki

Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima

Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast…

A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…

The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.

Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually.

Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…

“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.

Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.

Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.

“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…”

Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?

The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!”

Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.

“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”

Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.

Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.

“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.

He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.

The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.

“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.

Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.

“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”

Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”

Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.

Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.

Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”

Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”

Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”

While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.

Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.

“Next time, Kami? Watch what’cha steal around Bakubro~”

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spidey-x-male-reader · 10 months

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Could I make request for Roy Harper x reader where reader and him are on a fake date for a mission that ends up being a bust so they just finish the date?

Pairing: Roy Harper x male!reader

Warnings: ///

A/N: I LOVE ROY HARPER SO MUCH AND I WILL WRITE LITERALLY ANYTHING FOR HIM. also the reader is being described as gay here just for your knowledge. BUT I LOVE ROY HARPER SO MUCH

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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It was a sunny afternoon in Star City when you found yourself standing outside a quaint café, nervously adjusting your shirt. It had been a while since you had been on an actual date and, as it turns out, getting ready for a fake date was just as stressful. But eventually you managed to pick out something that looked alright.

This was a mission with Roy Harper, you had met him a few times already. You fought side by side on some missions but this was a different kind of mission. You weren’t sure why someone thought it would be smart to send you on an undercover mission but you were here now. The objective was to gather information from a suspected arms dealer who frequented this very café. And to be unsuspicious the two of you should pretend to be on a date.

You weren’t sure why they chose you two out of all people though. There were some heroes that were actually dating that for sure would be less suspicious. But you are here now.

Roy Harper, ever the charismatic charmer, approached you with a playful grin on his face. Dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, he effortlessly exuded confidence. For the love of god you had no idea how he managed to be so chill while you were a nervous wreck internally.

"Hey, handsome. Ready to play our parts?" he asked, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. Immediately you felt a bit more at ease. Roy had that effect on you.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and smiled back at him. "As ready as I'll ever be, Roy. Let's make this believable."

Together, you entered the café, Roy wrapping his arm around yours in a feigned display of affection, you tried your best to stay calm but having him this close was just making you nervous.

As you sat down at a cozy table near the window, you observed the other patrons, trying to identify the arms dealer among them. The atmosphere was light, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the murmurs of conversations.

Roy leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "Remember, we need to be subtle. Let's talk, laugh, and act like we're genuinely interested in each other."

“Oh so you’re saying that I am not usually your type, mister harper?” you quietly asked in a joking tone.

“I mean I won’t lie, you’re cute but you’re a big nerd.”

You faked hurt, putting a hand on your chest but then grinned. “Wait, aren't you the guy who reads programming text books for fun? How am I the nerd here?”

“Well yeah but I don’t wear superman merch in my free time.”

“Oh shut up. Hood has Wonder Woman boxers and no one gives him shit for that.”

Roy now looked at you for a few seconds. “...are you serious? Because if you are, I might have to use this as blackmail material.”

He wanted to say something else but you two got interrupted when a waiter came over and asked you to order.

You ordered and then looked over at Roy who’s eyes were still on the menu. “He’s taking a latte and…one of those muffins.” you ordered for him and the waiter already disappeared.

“Did you just order for me?”

“I should do something for my fake boyfriend.”

“Naw. Am I your first fake boyfriend?” Roy asked with a grin but you could swear that he actually seemed to be interested.

“In fact, yes. I usually don’t get into situations like this.” you said with a chuckle.

“Fair enough. But I bet usually the guys are all over you.”

“Oh you really don’t know me that well.” you just grinned, shaking your head.

“What? Come on. You’re kidding. I can’t believe–” the waiter came back and put down your drinks and snacks and he looked after them for a minute. “Where was I? Oh yeah. I can’t believe that.”

“You’re not in a relationship right now either, right?”

“Yes. But I chose that.” he grinned while leaning back in his chair.

“I thought Starfire broke up with you.”

“I…okay yeah that did happen but I’m over it.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be over it if someone like her would break up with me but whatever you say.” you grinned, grabbing your cup to start sipping your drink.

“I thought you were gay?”

“I am. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a beautiful woman. I’m gay, not blind.”

He laughs at that and you continue talking for a bit, almost losing track of time when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. You get it out to check your messages.

“Are you using your phone while on a date, (y/n)? Very unprofessional.”

“It’s Oliver. Apparently the guy has just shown his face somewhere else.”

“Seriously? Man I came all this way and– hey why is Oliver texting you and not me?” he now asked, leaning over and looked at your phone. “And why do you have him saved as Ollie??”

“What can I say? Your father likes me more than you.”

“Oh shut up.” he chuckled, lightly hitting your shoulder.

“What? I’m fake dating his child. Obviously we are forming a deep bond there.”

You just chuckled at that. The tension that you had felt when you arrived at this place had begun to dissipate, leaving behind a newfound ease between you and Roy.

“Well… we’ve been stood up. Really a horrible feeling.” Roy grinned, the tension from the mission lifting from his shoulders. “But you know…we’re already here. We might as well enjoy the rest of our date.”

He grinned while reaching out to put his hand on yours.

“You do know that we don’t have to play anymore, right?” you grinned slightly.

“Oh believe me, (y/n/n), I’m not playing.”

Oh.

And as it turns out, being on a date with Roy Harper was not as bad as you originally anticipated. Mostly because you weren’t the best at dates yourself.

As the sun began to set eventually, casting an orange hue across the city, Roy leaned back in his chair, a content smile gracing his face. "You know, for a mission that turned out to be a bust, this turned out to be one of the best dates I've ever had."

Your heart skipped a beat, mirroring his smile. "Yeah it was pretty nice.”

Eventually the waiter came again and Roy insisted on paying. Only minutes afterwards you were outside the café looking at the sky.

“I guess you’re heading somewhere else so…this is where we split up” Roy slowly spoke.

You moved your arms around your torso, shuddering a bit against the cold that you felt due to the wind but nodded. “Yeah…”

He looked at you for a moment but then pulled off his jacket wordlessly handing it over to you.

“Roy. I can’t take that.” you slowly said.

He just pushed the jacket into your hand. “No problem. Just give it back to me on the next date.” he winked at you and then left in the other direction.

You smiled slightly, slowly putting on the jacket and trying to ignore the flattering in your chest when you realized what he had said.

The next date.

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giggly-squiggily · 1 month

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A Monstrous Craving: Second Selection (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy April Fools Day everyone! :3 Last year I posted a fic in which Bachira tickles everyone in Team Z, and I liked writing it so much I decided to do it again with the Second Selection! :D I don't know if I'm gonna make this a yearly tradition- but I had a funny idea and went with it! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Bachira gets a craving to mess with everyone again. Shenanigans ensue.

“Niko! Niko, Niko, Niko~” Bachira ran up, grinning from ear to ear. “Do me a favor?”

“Why?” Niko blinked behind his bangs, immediately suspicious. He might not be Isagi, but he’s dating Isagi. That’s just as bad.

“Just do it! Please?” Bachira made his eyes big, waiting. Niko blinked before sighing, giving in.

“Fine but just so you know,” Niko made his trademark handscope gesture, hovering it over his eye. “I’ll know if you’re trying to trick me. Now- what?”

“Follow my lead.” Bachira raised his hands, pressing them in prayer. Niko did the same, if not a tad hesitant.

Next, Bachira laced his fingers, making a double-handed fist. Niko did so as well.

Finally, Bachira lifted his fingers on one hand. Niko blinked before doing the same.

“Perfect. Stay just like that.” Bachira nodded, smiling. Before the seer-like player could react, Bachira quickly shook his hands free and laced his fingers into Niko’s standing ones, grabbing his fist. In seconds, he had it up and against the wall, pinning him.

“Wha-” Niko blinked, staring into Bachira’s golden gaze. “Okay, what was the point of th-heahhahahahahahhahahhaha!?!”

“Tickle tickle tickle! Eheheheh! What’s wrong? Is it too much for you? Pull your arms down then!” Bachira cooed at him in a sugary sweet voice, clawing at Nikko’s ribs with his open hand as the younger boy tried and failed to slide down the wall, laughing the entire time. Come on Nikko, don’t give up on me now!“

“Geaahahahhaha! Geheheht thehehehe hehehehell ohoohohoff you aahahhahass! Geahhahahah!” When Nikko’s descend came to an end, he laid on his side against the cool walls and floor as Bachira giggled before him. “Gahahah…I hahahte yohoohu.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bachira stuck his tongue out giddily before running away, leaving the younger boy to recover in the hall.

It was that time of year again!

~~~

“Come on…one more time.” Barou felt his lungs ache, and his limbs felt like they were on fire. His self-imposed training regime was brutal, but it was fitting for his kingly status. Shaking out his arms, he turned to start his last round of drills-

“BAROU!”

The king let out a long series of curse words as he spasmed, nearly eating the dirt at his feet. “What the fuck-” He snarled, twisting to find…no one. Surely he wasn’t hearing things.

Fingers in his ribs from behind convinced him. “GAH! Get the hehehll off!”

“Oo, the king’s ticklish! Who would have thought?” Bachira cooed at him with a laugh, hiking up Barou’s back as he scribbled and pinched along his upper ribs and shoulders, throwing the bigger boy around like an uncontrolled bull. “Coochie coochie coo! Looks like I’m giving you the royal treatment! Hehehe!”

“Yohohohou dahhahamn bhohohobcuhuhuhut! Geheheht thehehe hehehehell ohohohoff!” Barou howled through swear colored giggles, trying and failing to reach for him. He all but lost his balance when Bachira began squeezing the back of his neck, sending them both into the grass below. “CUHUHUHUT THE SHHIHIIHIHT!”

“Aww, and here I thought Kun-Kun’s neck was tickly! You make him look almost immune here.” Bachira snorted as he gave the King’s neck one last squeeze, hopping off with a light slap to his shoulder. “Thanks for playing with me!”

Barou only groaned in the grass, suddenly very tired.

Maybe that was enough training today, afterall.

~~~

“Wow, you’re almost there! Come on, Nagi- you can do it!” Reo grinned around his chopsticks as he watched his friend get closer to a watermelon. He introduced Nagi to the Suika game only days before- this would be his first ever success if he nailed it. “Haaaah…this is exhausting. You do it.” Giving up, the white haired player pushed his phone to Reo, tucking his face into the cook of his arm with a tired yawn. “Lemme know if we win.”

“Lazy as ever.” Rolling his eyes, Reo picked up the device, guiding the orange towards its brethren. “You know Nagi, you really shouldn’t give up on games so easily- even if they aren’t soccer related.”

“All the fruit makes me hungry. I lose my strength when I get this way.”

“Then go get some food.”

“I don’t wanna get up…”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get you something. Just give me one sec- I’m almost-AH!” Just before Reo could drop the last fruit, something squeezed his knee. His finger slipped, ruining his planned chain reaction and overflowing the box. Game over. “Nagi! What the hell? I told you, give me a minute!”

“Huh?” Nagi blinked, confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Yes, you did! Now look- we lost.” Reo fumed, shaking his head as he put the phone down. “Whatever- if you're that hungry, I guess it can’t be cha-ehehahhahaanged!” The squeezing came back, making him jerk with a yelp. “Dahahahmn it, gehehhet your own food, then!”

“I didn’t do anything! Seriously!” Nagi fumed back, frustrated. “I’m not ly-ehehehehe! Reo, knock it off!”

“What? That wasn’t-” That’s when Reo realized both of Nagi’s hands were on the table- balled into fist as the pale teen squirmed and giggled. Ducking down, he found…

“YOU!” Reo cried upon seeing Bachira, one hand on Nagi’s leg while the other was on Reo’s. “What the hell are you even doing down there?”

“Looking for loose change.” Bachira winked before squeezing both knees simultaneously, sending the pair into frenzied giggles. “The monster wants to eat the rich! He’s in the mood for legs!”

“Gehahaht the heheheell ohohoohut of heheehere! Gehahaha, yohohohohu dahhahahamn drihihihbi-GEHAHHA!” Reo nearly fell out of his chair when Bachira squeezed his thigh. “Nahahhahagi hehehehelp!”

“Ghehahahah! I chahahahhan’t! Ihiihh’m toohoohoh huhuhuhungry!” Nagi cried back, opting to just kinda fall over at this point. “Sohohohohorry, Rehehehehheo!”

Before Reo could say anymore, Bachira was gone- skipping away with a happy grin and leaving them be. Shaking his head, he pushed the remainder of his rice to Nagi along with his chopsticks. “Here, eat up.”

“Ehehe…no thahanks..I’m toohoho tired to eat..” Nagi yawned before falling asleep, leaving Reo questioning his life choices yet again.

~~~

Bachira was hiding.

Tucked by an empty hamper in one of the many locker rooms, he waited patiently for his prey. He knew them and their routine well enough at this point.

Sure as the rising sun, his target walked into the room with a low sigh, stretching his arms high above his head and popping his spine. Bachira waited a second longer.

Then he attacked.

“God, I’m so ti-AHHH!” Chigiri shrieked when Bachira grabbed his sides, scaring the life out of him. His screams of terror quickly shifted to ones of laughter as Bachira dug in, leaving no spot untouched. “Nohohohot agahhahain! Gahahahhd, whihihihihiy Bahahhahachiraahhahaha?!”

“Hi Missy! Did you miss me? Huh? Did you?” The dribbler cooed at him as he climbed his fingers upward, pressing into each open space of rib as he moved towards his armpits. “It’s been for-ever since I’ve hear you laugh! Don’t you know? The Top 3 are all sooooo serious! I can barely get a chuckle out of them! I like you; you always laugh whenever I’m around!”

“Thahahhat’s becahhahuse yoohohu’re a clohohohwn-Gehahhhaha nohohoohohoho!” The redhead tried to jerk his arms down, but Bachira made it to his armpits faster than he could think. “Bahahhahchira pleahahhahahhase!”

“Please what? Keep tickling you? Aww, you’re too sweet! You know how badly I wanna get you and you’re letting me do it!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, careful as he lowered him down to the ground, chest pressed against his back as he clawed at the center of his pits. “To be honest- I really wanna tickle Isagi, but I’m waiting until we meet up again. You know- gotta draw out the anticipation and all that. So until then…”

“Dohohohohn’t yohoohohu uuuhuuhse me ahahahas a rehehehbound! Gehahahahhaa, Bahahhahahchira- Eheheheheh nohohohohoho!” The dribbler had quickly shifted to his knees, squeezing them and the area around it relentlessly. Even with limited reach, Bachira was still able to get them! “Screhehehhewh yohohohou and yoohohohohur lohohohohng ahhahaharms!”

“No way- you’re totally letting me do this! Why else are your knees still drawn up?” The comment made them straighten out, but a few quick scribbles to Chigiri’s belly made him drawl them up once more. “See what I mean?”

“Yohohohou’re a pahahahahain!”

“Love you too, Missy!”

Before Bachira could really get him going, the door slid open, revealing none other than a breathless, slightly panicked Kunigami. “I heard a scream! Princess, are you-” When he saw what was going on, he relaxed. “Oh. Hey, Bachira.”

“Hi, Kun-Kun!” Bachira greeted, finally stopping the tickles as Chigiri curled up against the tile floor. “I was just saying hi to Missy! Hm..you know, I don’t think I’ve said hi to you yet…”

Kunigami blinked. Then he flushed, realizing what was about to go down. “Eh, Chi’s alright?” When Bachira nodded and Chigiri gave him a tired thumbs up, Kunigami slapped his hands together. “Cool, cool.

Then he was off. Bachira laughed as he chased after him, filling the halls with screams once more.

~~~

“I missed you.”

Three little words were all it took for Bachira’s heart to implode. He pressed further into Isagi, arms wrapped around his torso like octopus tentacles as he nuzzled his chest. “I missed you too.”

Isagi laughed, the sound a little wet as he ran his fingers through Bachira’s hair, combing back the soft strands. Sure, they were never truly apart- Bachira was not ashamed of his habit of sneaking into the other team’s room and snuggling with him until morning. But it felt so different now that Isagi was here. Here and never leaving his side again.

“You're awfully clingy today.” The older boy mused, making no moves to remove Bachira from him. “Is there a special occasion, or are you just happy to be here with me?”

Ah. Right. Bachira tried not to let his growing giddiness show as he pressed his face further into his boyfriend’s shirt, hands adjusting so they were free. “You know- I was just thinking there is.”

“What’s that?” Ever the innocent one. Not a worry to be heard within Isagi’s voice. Bachira grinned fully now.

“The monster…has returned.” Bachira latched onto his sides with ease, making Isagi spasm with a yelp. “The tickle monster, I mean!”

“Gah! Oohoohoh nohohoohoho! Bahhahahachira, wahahhahait- gehahahahhahaha!” Isagi cried out, twisting about in the sheets as his boyfriend pinched and scribbled away at his torso. “Sohoohoho thahhahat’s whahahhat youuhuhuve beehehen up tohohoho ahahhaall dahhahahy?”

“I see the word got out, hasn't it? My monstrous deeds leave trails behind. Whoooooo~” Bachira put on his best scary voice as he raced his fingers up and down Isagi’s sides, making him squeal and kick beneath him. “I’ve got a craving, Isagi- and you’re on the menu!”

“Thahhahat was sihihihilly- wahhahait, wahhahait dohohohon’t you dahhahare- AH” The brunette tried to block him, but Bachira was already pulling up his shirt and taking a breath. “Dohohohon’t you da-AHAHHAHAHHARE!”

“Mmmm, tasty!” Bachira giggled after blowing a raspberry. “I want another one! Here we go-” Bachira blew once more, sending waves of ticklishness up Isagi’s nervous system as he arched against the soft mattress. One hand weaved into Bachira’s hair while the other tugged at his sweatshirt, but no real efforts were made to pull him off. “Hmm…I’m still hungry.”

“Gohoohoho gehehhet fohoho-EHEHEHHAHAH NOOHOHOO!” This time some effort was made as Bachira began nibbling along his ribs, focusing his efforts along the lowest set as he felt Isagi shriek. “NOOHOHOT MEHEHHEHEHE!”

“Yes you! I’m a cannibal, roar!” Bachira giggled, finally relenting when Isagi tugged him off. “You’re so cute, Blue Skies! Hehehe!”

Gasping for air, Isagi tossed an arm over his flushed face- hiding his misty eyes from the world. Bachira tugged at his sweatshirt until it was in place once more, climbing onto Isagi and laying across him with a happy hum. Once he got comfortable, he gently tapped at his arm.

“Knock knock!”

“Whohoho’s thehere?”

“Your boyfriend. I want a kiss.”

Isagi snorted as he moved his arm, blushing when he realized just how close Bachira was to his face. “Your boyfriend’s not home. He’s been eaten by a monster. Try again tomorrow.”

Bachira gaped, making Isagi laugh. The tickles were quick to resume.

~~~

Another day- another successful turnout. At least, that was what Bachira planned on saying after this.

Freshly bathed and dressed, Bachira peeked around the corner, finding Rin sitting in his bed all alone. A towel hid his expression, but his hands were busy with his shoes, redoing the laces on each pair.

Perfect. Bachira might even have an additional weapon to use against him. Slowly, he entered the room…

“Get him.” Rin didn’t look up once. It really didn’t matter in the end.

Bachira yelped when he was suddenly ambushed, his back hitting the ground with a hand protecting his skull. He was suddenly hit by memoires of the past- red hair flying in his way just before he was taken down like so.

Only this time, the hair was long and dark, Aryu’s eyes dancing with mischief as he came into view. “Good work, Toki. That was very glam.”

“Thank you! I mean- sorry! Sorry, Bachira- was that too harsh?” The muscular man yelped, but made no moves of releasing the dribbler. Soon a new body joined the fray, pulling his hands up and over his head.

“You never learn, do you?” Isagi smiled down at him, eyes warm as Bachira began giggling in anticipation. “Didn’t we do this back in Team Z?”

“Mahahybe? I can’t remehehember!” Bachira giggled helplessly as Rin took the final spot of their formation, cracking his knuckles.

“Enough reminiscing. On three. One, two…” There was a pause- one that felt like forever as Bachira’s giggles grew.

If three came, Bachira never heard it. Fingers touched down, scribbling all over and sending him into immediate hysterics. Aryu’s hands pinched and prodded along his sides while Tokimitsu clawed at his stomach and chest. Rin’s hands were latched to his legs, one on his hip while the other squeezed the ever living daylights out of his thigh.

And Isagi- ooo, that Isagi! He was scratching at Bachira’s shoulder blades with two fingers, somehow making it feel way more ticklish than normal! All he could do was laugh.

“Gehahahahhahhaha! Nahahhahahahahhaha! Whahahahit, wahhahahahit hohohohohold ohohohohohon- yoohohohu cahahhan’t juuhuhust do thahaha-EHEHEHHEK!”

“What’s that? We can’t just tickle you after your antics today?” Isagi cooed at him, pressing into a particularly bad spot along the edges of his shoulder blades.

“We weren’t even targeted. Alas, tiny glam requested my aid. So stylish.” Aryu tsked with a small smile as he carried on scratching against Bachira’s waist and lower ribs, putting his nails to good use. “Shame really- I was looking forward to your attempt. So sad, so glam.”

“I was too! Not that I expected it- oh that sounded off! I’m sorry!” Tokimitsu cried, worming a hand up Bachira’s shirt to get the bare skin beneath. “Just- take this! Was that…was that too much?”

“Damn bob cut, think you can just waltz in here and target me when my back is turned?” Rin growled at him, no real malice in his voice. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me!”

“Sorry, Bachira- I would have warned you had you not attacked me.” Isagi smiled at him, not an ounce of remorse in his voice. “This is really cute though- I’m glad we did this, guys!”

Bachira would have called him cute back if he could think straight. His entire body felt like one massive tickle; every part from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes felt tickly! It was overstimulating yet freeing at the same time. He really did miss having tickle fights with groups.

Eventually, it all came to an end. Bodies moved away as Rin stood up, stretching out. Tokimitsu left him a bottle of water as Aryu struck a glamorous pose, musing about the entire thing with a laugh. Bachira found himself once again with Isagi, his head tucked into his lap as the taller boy fanned his face, cooling his hot cheeks.

“Had enough for today?” Isagi teased, laughing when Bachira nodded. “Do you want me to help you get up?”

A favorable offer, but Bachira shook his head. “Can we stay like this? Just a bit longer?”

Isagi laughed, leaning down and kissing his smiling lips once more. “Of course we can.”

#Blue Lock #tickle #tickle fic #bachira meguru #niko ikki #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #isagi yoichi #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #rin itoshi #fluff #group tickles #bachisagi #I loved writing this akrjkaejkrekj #Squiggily writes the things

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TickleTober2023/Day 20 - Curse

Jujutsu Kaisen - Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo

Satoru was, by far, the best companion Suguru had at the Jujutsu High. Not that he disliked any of his colleagues, but there was something different in their relationship. That being said, Satoru could also be a huge and annoying pain sometimes.

And this was one of these times.

“Come ooooon,” Satoru whined, poking Suguru’s cheek over and over. “You collect a ton of them, why can’t you spare one for me to play with?”

Suguru sighed, looking at the white-haired guy with the corner of his eyes. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be? It’s better if you practiced against another pers-”

“I don’t want to practice,” Satoru whined loudly, looking like a kid throwing a tantrum. Heavens, he was really testing out Suguru’s patience this time. “I want to play, it’s different!” A cheeky smile took place in his face. However, when the curse’s master paid attention to his partner, he could see through Satoru’s dark glasses, spotting the malice in his eyes. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Fine,” Suguru said, remembering a particular curse that would be useful to entertain the mighty Satoru. “But I have one condition,” he said, looking at the other guy with a grin. “You can’t fight it.”

“Haaah?! How is that any fun?”

“Just take its attacks like a man, or are you scared it might end up killing you? I want to test your endurance,” Suguru said with a twisted intention, but he also knew how effective it was to taunt Satoru into these kinds of things.

“Whatever,” Satoru huffed, getting back into his feet and taking a few steps forward. “Bring it, I’ll show you who’s scared of who.”

“I’m sure you will,” Suguru muttered, making a gesture with his hands to summon the said curse. Materializing its body in front of them, the octopus-like creature began to crawl towards Satoru. Suguru leaned back into his seat, waiting for the scene that was about to unfold.

Satoru decided to stick to the rules. If anything, he could just use his technique and blast that thing away. As the curse got closer, he prepared himself, watching as it shot one of its tentacles and… grabbed his hand?

“Remember: no attacking it, just bear it,” he repeated himself, watching as the curse pulled himself towards Satoru.

“As if this thing can bea- ack!” He grunted once the curse tackled him down to the ground. Was that the best it could do, Satoru thought, but a different feeling went up to his mind before he could continue with his snark. “Whahahat?!”

“Is something wrong? Too much for you?” Suguru smiled, hearing the first giggles come out from his cocky classmate.

“T-tihihihickling? Whahat arehehe yohou, a kihi- ahAHa, shihihit!!” Satoru laughed, trying to free his hands from the curse’s grip, battling the urge to laugh as that thing wiggled its free limbs into his sides, ribs, armpits and, honestly, anywhere within its reach.

“It’s called strategic thinking, Satoru,” he spoke in a lecture-like tone, cocking his head to the side, “but if this little curse too much for you, I can dismi-”

“ShuHUhut up!” Satoru laughed, kicking his feet in the air as he felt tickling getting worse. “Ihihit’s nohohot too m-much!”

“So you certainly can take it some more, no?” Suguru teased, even forgetting what he was doing earlier to watch Satoru’s struggling, just waiting for the moment when the white-haired would give up… so he could tease him some more.

A/N: Do this make sense? Probably not. Do I care? No. Did I enjoy writing it? Yeah, pretty much, ehe

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen tickling #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #satoru x suguru #lee!satoru #ticklish!satoru #ler!suguru #tickle fic

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mimiii-3 · 1 year

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Twst boys react to an insecure reader Pt. 2

Note/warning: gn reader, angst + comfort, fluff

Extra note: thanks so much @pinkskytwst for the support on part 1. He’s part two. I hope you like it :3

. . .

Riddle

You: I don’t know if I should sit on your lap. I think I’m too heavy for you.

• uh oh

• this is probably the worst possible thing you could say to him

• he feels both angry and sick

• first of all, he is not too weak to hold you on his lap

• second of all, too heavy?

• the implications of that are too much for him to handle

• his face starts to grow red and he can feel his temperature skyrocketing

• wants to scold you but he’s worried that in this state, he’ll just escalate things

• please try and calm him down

• after you manage to get through to him, he pouts and un-balls his fists

“You are perfect just the way you are. Now you have two choices: willingly sit in my lap or get pulled onto it.”

Jack

You: I wish I could wear crop tops but my body hair won’t let me.

• you say to the man who literally has ears and and a tail

• fact: the savanaclaw dudes are hairy (ooh might have to write about this…)

• gives you the ‘are you serious right now’ look

• he is ready and willing to die for you and this is what you’re worried about?

• shakes his head and pulls you in for a hug

• kisses the top of your head and let’s his hands slip under your shirt

• he’s gently rubbing your skin and humming into your hair

• he pulls your shirt up half way before folding it like a mock crop top

• you nervously shift your weight, worried what he might think

• he nods approvingly before turning you towards the mirror so you can see yourself

“See. I told you it’d be fine. You’ll look cute in that little outfit of yours. I’ll turn around now. Put on the crop top so we can officially start our date. If anyone says anything about it, I’ll take care of em.”

Cater

You: Cater stop tickling me! I don’t want you to hear my laugh.

• Cater loves hearing you laugh

• he will do ANYTHING to hear it

• your laughter improves his quality of life

• so when you say this he’s just 🧍‍♂️

• dead x3

• so that’s why he has to work so hard to make you laugh

• why don’t you like it?

• your laughter is literally music to his ears

• pretends to be thinking hard about something before he all of a sudden lunges at you

• tickles you mercilessly

“You better laugh! Otherwise I’ll tickle you till my fingers fall off!”

Floyd

You: I’m thinking of getting a pair of headphones to cover my ears. I feel like people are always staring at them.

• shrimpy doesn’t like their ears? Well that’s stupid

• Floyd approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around your shoulders

• the weight of his arms serve to relax you, like a weighted blanket

• he begins to kiss the back of your neck

• little pecks that you can’t help but shiver at

• he moves his ministrations toward your right ear

• starts to gently nibble on your earlobe

• he cant help but laugh at your squirming

• his breathy laugh tickles your ear

• he then settles his chin on your shoulder, melting into your warmth

“This school is swarming with jerks. Ignore em. You got pretty ears. Pretty enough I can’t help but wanna bite em all the time.”

Trey

You: Sorry Trey, it’s not like I don’t want to hold your hand….it’s just my hands aren’t really in a good hand-holding condition. They’re just so dry and icky.

• he sighs in disappointment

• the battle to get you to love your hands has been a long one

• thankfully, Trey has the patience of a saint

• he picks up both of your hands in his

• rubs them with his thumbs before bringing them up to his lips

• his kisses are so loving, so gentle

• you can’t help but swoon at the loving gesture

• he kisses all of the spots on your hands he knows you don’t like

• the dry patches, the cracked skin, the blemishes

• everything gets a sweet peck that makes your legs feel like jelly

“How about a hand spa day? After, you can try my new recipe while we cuddle and watch tv.”

. . .

Extra: Riddle when you said you were too heavy to sit on his lap:

#twisted wonderland #headcanon #twst headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #twst trey #trey clover #twst jack #jack howl #twst cater #cater diamond #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts

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darlingsfandom · 8 months

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hii idk if u write dark fics but could you do a yandere!emmett where he kidnaps the reader, you don’t have to write it if it makes u uncomfortable!!

hi!! I've never wrote dark fics before but hey! First time for everything right! Also thank you for asking ✨

WARNINGS: kidnapping, fingering, slight breeding kink! Swearing ...

No, it wasn't Emmett's fault. It couldn't have been his fault that you were alone. You were alone in your room at least you had thought. Emmett wasn't really anything to you, just another guy in the village. He was older than you by a good twenty maybe even thirty years, but you can't lie his eyes were a very pretty shade of blue and the scruff wasn't too bad but he's just another guy.

Emmett had wanted you since the day you were found out in the woods. Lee had found you alone and scared but brought you to the village and helped you get on your feet. Emmett watched your every move since then. It wasn't creepy too him because if you didn't know how he watched you when you went to bed or how you'd cook dinner for one, it's not creepy just merely observing his favorite person.

You were laid out on your bed flipping through some magazine about the hottest new Hollywood couple when the sound of foot steps perked you up. You set the magazine down and then the steps stopped. Your fingers wrapped around the bat you had next to your bed before you got up and slowly approached your bedroom door. With a quick open you jumped back and swung the bat only to realize you were swinging at nothing. You rubbed your forehead with your freehand. "For fucks sake!" You whispered yelled to yourself making yourself try to calm down again but because you let your guard down Emmett took his chance. His leather gloved hand wrapped around your mouth and the other around your waist. Your body instantly went into fight mode, your legs trying to kick and arms trying to flee, but they couldn't. Emmett might be older than you but he's sure as hell a lot stronger.

"Shh!" He whispered into your ear before biting down onto the lobe. Emmett used his strength to drag you down the hallway, out the back door and into his old pickup truck. He made sure to keep everything neat as possible just in case anyone decided they'd stop to see you. You should've ran when he had you the truck but you didn't know Emmett like that. He was crazy enough to kidnap you from your own home, he could kill you right there. Emmett got his truck going and drove in silence as you sat there with your hands tied poorly in some old rope.

Your eyes stung from the tears as Emmett pulled into the dark part of the woods. "Oh my god!" You whispered to yourself as he circled the truck, yanked you out by your arm and dragged you through the wet ground until you were shoved inside a little shack. "Please don't kill me!" You blurted out as he pulled the string on the light.

"Kill ya? Why on earth would I kill ya? You've seen too many movies my dear. I'm not gonna kill ya." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before pulling out the pocket knife , cut the rope and tossed it aside before shoving you into the work bench. "I would never kill ya. Ya might be pretty but ya sure are stupid to think I'd hurt ya doll. Ya see, yer ma girl and I'd never let anyone hurt you so that's why I had to bring ya here. Gotta protect ya!" Emmetts beard tickled against your cheek when he leaned in and kissed you. It took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to push him off and run, your legs wouldn't let you. Emmett's hands ran over your hips before yanking down your pajama shorts. A small gasp left your lips as the cool breeze blew across your wet spot on your panties.

Emmett had the pocket knife in his hand as he held it against your throat. "Now I know ya ain't the brightest star baby , but please don't try anything stupid. I'd had for ya to get hurt. Just let me do what I want to ya because yer mine ! And I will play with ya however I please." The blade ran across your pressure point, down between your breasts, over your stomach and finally ripped open your panties.

"So wet already. It shouldn't turn ya on that I've kidnapped ya and am holding your life in my hands and wet yer soaked." He teased you as his index finger toyed over your folds slowly while his lips attached to the pressure points on your neck biting gently until you snapped back into reality when he pulled away and the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you going faster with each second made your knees buckle while your hands gripped the work bench behind you. Emmett licked over the bite as he pumped his fingers harder. "What a freak you are sweetheart! Getting off on my fingers . " He couldn't handle it anymore and yanked his fingers out leaving a you feeling empty but only for a few seconds because once reality washed over you again that you were in fact getting fucked by your kidnapper, Emmett was already thrusting his fat cock into your tight pussy.

"Ya got a tight little pussy baby! It's mine!" He growled into your ear while snapping his hips into yours harder and harder. "Ya wanted this! Ya NEEDED this! Needed me to take care of ya. No one was ever satisfying enough for ya! " tears streamed down your face as Emmett took no mercy on you.

"Don't ya dare cry baby! Yer already so wet and your thighs are shaking! Can't believe yer going to cum because ya getting fucked by yer kidnapper and lover! So fucked up! Ya dirty slut! My! DIRTY! SLUT!" With each snap Emmett got closer to his own orgasm making you cry harder until the own feeling in your belly fired up.

"That's it pretty baby, cum on my cock while I fill you up and knock ya up! Look so good carrying my baby in ya belly!" His eyes rolled back into his head as he filled you to the brim with his cum which made your own orgasm hit you hard. You cried loudly while dragging your nails down his back.

"Aww see baby, ya really were meant to be mine and only mine." Emmett smirked down at you before giving the most loving kiss you've ever felt.

#emmet #a quiet place emmett #a quiet place smut #a quiet place Emmett smut #cillian smut #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy smut #emsblurbs

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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1. I love your writing it’s amazing!!! Ilyyy/p ❤️

2. Are your short sfw requests still open? If so are you okay with writing one for Ladybug? One where he and the reader (code name Cherry/Cherry Bomb) are both in the train during the time when it crashes and in a moment of panic they both just hug each other and hope they survive it (before they both fall together into that giant momomon plushie thing like in the movie) afterwards the reader is like: “how the fuck did we survive this?” Ladybug: “just lucky ig”

🥺 ilu2!

I don't really write for Ladybug (or give reader codenames, actually) so I kept this one short! Hope it hits the spot!

Rated M for Sexual References (thank u vvalliu for the gif!)

Well, with his fucking luck, you would end up in this situation.

It’s his first job back so they paired you up together. Wanted someone to keep an eye on him because he’s been acting differently, apparently. You drew the short straw and were stuck with babysitting duty.

“Come on, Maria. Don’t make me do it,” you’d whined down the phone. Your handler had given you a gentle tut.

“It’s one job. Be pleased it’s not with Carver.”

Admittedly, you are pleased with that. Carver is a dick. But Ladybug - at least, that’s what they’re calling him nowadays - didn’t turn out to be much better. With a stupid laid-back attitude and an even stupider hat, you’d found yourself grinding your teeth at his greeting.

“Hey! Cherry Bomb, I’ve not seen you for ages!”

“Just CB is fine.”

“Why’d you need a nickname… when you already have a nickname?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing under those ridiculous glasses.

“It’s a codename, not a nickname. Can we just get on the train, please?”

The old Ladybug might have bickered back and, secretly, you would have enjoyed it. But this new one just shrugs and acquiesces.

Snatch and grab.

Should have been easy. Of course it wasn’t. Assassins running up and down the train like no man’s business. Too many of you to be coincidental, all the while Ladybug’s bad luck dragging you deeper into the dirt. You’re sort of annoyed at him but know, realistically, that luck doesn’t exist. Doesn’t make it any easier to fight off a snake when it’s trying to bite you in the goddamn eyeball, though.

But through it all you can’t deny you’re… looking.

He’s attractive, that’s undeniable. Always has been, even back in the old days before he got that mature suaveness. Those arms, that hair. And he’s also kind of… nice. Which is a rare thing in this business. And you feel yourself soften to his new unwitting charm, smiling more than you frown, despite the circumstances.

Then, well, the train sort of explodes.

Which, yeah, why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t a train with Ladybug on it explode? And as you’re there, flying through the debris, you see him open his arms to you, as if in slow-motion.

You let yourself fall into him, feel him pull you flush to his body, scrunch your eyes shut so hard they hurt.

In his arms? It’s not a bad way to go.

Then… something soft. It still hurts, of course, but the softness is a surprise. And when you finally get the sense to look around you’re still very much alive. In the middle of a crash site and in pain, but alive. Ladybug is on top of you, having landed with one of his knees between your legs and his body resting on yours. You might have pushed him off of you if adrenaline wasn’t coursing through your veins.

His hair flops over his face, tickling your own. He’s close. Very close.

“How did we get outta that one?” he mutters.

“Just lucky, I guess,” you breathe back, and drag him down to kiss you. He tastes like smoke and blood and fuck, if it isn’t just perfect. You press your hips up into him and watch his eyebrows skyrocket.

A gun is fired into the air behind you. The two of you look over, and spot the White Death, clinging to life, abhorrent fury on his face at the sight of the two of you choosing now to kiss.

“Can you give me like, two minutes, bro? I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

And you burst into laughter, and despite everything, he kisses you again.

#ladybug x reader #ladybug bullet train x reader #ladybut bullet train #bullet train x reader #answered #request

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xsezzie · 10 months

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Wordless Comfort

I was writing this as a drabble of some sort and it turned into a fic of some sort I guess 😂 Just in time for Kaveh’s birthday 🥰

Warnings: smol angst, tickling???? Maybe some suggestiveness if you squint 📸

Pair: Alhaitham/Kaveh

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAVEH!!! 😭❤️❤️

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Sometimes Kaveh can’t make the thoughts of guilt go away. No matter what he tries to focus on: designs, Mehrak, arguing with Alhaitham, playing an instrument. He finds himself laying in bed squeezing his eyes shut and ends up embracing the thoughts running through his head.

Alhaitham enters his room with a gentle presence, a rare feeling. He doesn’t even stop to ask Kaveh before he slides into the bed behind him and wraps his arms around the architect. He hears Kaveh take a deep breath and slowly lets it out, a sign his presence was accepted and welcomed.

Kaveh shifts so his face is buried in the Scribe’s chest now. He’s idly tracing Alhaitham’s chest with his index finger, unsure of what to do with himself. In return, Alhaitham gently thumbs Kaveh’s shoulder, a small comfort.

“….Thanks.”

Kaveh whispers, his voice sounds weak.

“What for?”

“I don’t know….”

Alhaitham huffs a little, he does know what Kaveh is thanking him for most likely. The wordless comfort.

“Do you want me to do anything?” Alhaitham asks gently.

He feels Kaveh shrug and begin playing with the hem of his shirt. The blond places his hand on his junior’s stomach, feeling Alhaitham flinch slightly at the sudden intimate contact.

“What are you doing down there hmm?” The Scribe chuckles a little as he feels Kaveh begin to softly trace his abs. It feels rather ticklish and Alhaitham can’t help it when his muscles twitch and try to avoid the touch. He can feel a giggle bubbling and bites his lip so as not to bother Kaveh.

Kaveh has long nails which doesn’t help, he traces each ab and around the young man’s bellybutton which earns him a little giggle.

“S-Stop that… heh.”

The architect continues his mindless tickling, he isn’t sure himself why he’s doing this either, but with his thoughts focused on this he can’t help smiling to himself a little now.

“Stop squirming so much…. I’m trying to feel you up~”

Kaveh teases a little which breaks Alhaitham who begins to squirm and giggle a little more.

“K-Kaveh…. You better watch out or you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine…”

Alhaitham teases his senior with a slide of his index finger down the middle of Kaveh’s back, which of course earns a loud squeak and he jerks forward in Alhaitham’s arms.

“A-Alhaitham! I’m trying to be brooding and sad here!”

Kaveh’s face is flushed and he looks at Alhaitham with a pout, but his eyes no longer look sad, instead he seems embarrassed and a little excited that his junior might tickle him some more.

“Mhm… sure sure. Come here~”

Alhaitham gently grabs Kaveh’s arms and holds them above his head easily with one hand. The architect squirms and begins giggling already, only getting louder as Alhaitham scritches at his stomach and travels up his ribs to his armpit.

“AAAAHEEEEEEK!!! ALHAITHAM YOU SUUUUCK HAHAHAHAA!!!”

Kaveh chokes on his own laugh and begins coughing while giggling, prompting Alhaitham to immediately take his hands off him and sit him up.

“All good?”

“Ugh…. As good as I can get I suppose…”

Kaveh clears his throat and sighs, his expression looking conflicted, “I guess I brought that upon myself… sorry for tickling you…”

The Scribe smiled and gently lifted Kaveh’s chin to look him in the eyes, “I don’t mind, I like it when it’s you.”

The blond’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away, causing Alhaitham to chuckle. Kaveh suddenly looks back at Alhaitham with wide eyes.

“You just admitted you liked being tickled.”

“Wait…”

“You like it!”

“No… Kaveh…”

“You liiiiike it!”

“Kaveh shut up!”

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Kaveh playfully pushes Alhaitham down and scribbles along his sides again, causing the younger to blush and giggle wildly, unable to bring himself to stop his senior.

After all… it was his birthday.

#genshin impact tickling #kaveh #alhaitham #tickling #kavetham #haikaveh

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Ithan Holstrom x Reader | A Ticklish Wolf

type: fluff warning(s): a tiny bit angsty? talk about death of a relative word count: 1.4k words request: Hi! I absolutely love everything you write and I saw that you write for Ithan! Could you please write a fic where Ithan and the reader are dating and she finds videos of him from when he played sunball? She’s teasing him about it and he’s pouting at her, so she’s like “Aww does the wolf pup need belly scratches to make him feel better?” And he’s just laughing and trying to escape because he’s not in wolf form so she’s basically just tickling him. (That last part was definitely influenced by your Cass headcanon 🤣) I know you have so many requests right now though. So if you’d rather not add it to that long list, I totally understand! :)

“One more!” You grin when you press the button on Ithan’s phone, snatching another selfie of the two of you. Ithan groans behind you, immediately rolling his eyes when the picture is done.

“What? I need to fill your phone with photos of us. Of me.”

“I mean I will never get tired of having seeing you in my camera roll, but don’t you think it is enough now?” Ithan fake whines, trying to reach for his phones but you hold it tightly clasped in his hand, shaking your head. “Never!”

“One more, come on, lean closer.” You think he might ignore your request, but Ithan loves you and obviously loves have tons of photos of you on his phone so he leans closer and kisses your shoulder the exact same moment your press the button and snatch the photo.

Squealing in delight you open his camera roll, Ithan lying back down on the couch. You do too, fitting between his thighs, your head placed on his lower belly.

“Can I have my phone back now?” Ithan chuckles, his hand moving through your hair, twirling some strands around his fingers, tugging slightly. You wiggle your head.

“No, now I need to sort through them. See which one I like and which ones need to go into the trash.”

Leaning his head back onto the cushion, Ithan brings on hand up and brushes it down his face, groaning lightly. “I guess my phone is yours then.” “Yeah,” you mumble. “Everything that is yours also belongs to me. I thought you might have gotten used to that by now.” To that Ithan laughs loudly, his body rumbling underneath you. You grin to yourself, thinking about the—

“Like the hoodie you are currently wearing?”

“Exactly, my love.” You love his clothes so much. They are big, they are soft and they smell like him. You revel into the scent of him, the softness of the hoodie your are wearing, snuggling into it and into your boyfriend while flicking through the camera roll – through the selfie folder.

“I like that one. It is your new background, okay?” “Of course.” Ithan nudges your sides with his foot but then just closes his eyes, relaxing while stroking your scalp.

You don’t realise you have reached the last photo of the two of you and continue on. The next one is one of Ithan alone, it is a little older, he wears no shirt and you almost drool because gods, is your boyfriend stunning. You continue on until—

“You never told me you played sunball?”

That takes you by surprise, have you been dating for quite some months already, and you only find out about that now. A little part of your heart feels sad at that because why hasn’t he told you.

Ithan’s expression seems to dim, his happiness fading for a moment when he looks at you and reaches for his phone.

“Yeah, I did,” Ithan answers tightly, wanting to grab the phone but you hold it.

“Is that one of your teammates?”

“Y/N, please,” he snaps, anger lacing his tone.

His voice seems sad, and annoyed…with you. You didn’t want to hurt him and you understand that you shouldn’t have interfered his personal space. Shame coats your insides when you sit up between his legs and turn slightly. “I am sorry.”

Ithan lifts his gaze to you when you hand him your phone. “I shouldn’t have—“ “No, I shouldn’t have snapped. I am sorry.” “Don’t apologise.” You lean down to kiss his knee, the tension thick between the two of you. Because now there are secrets, unspoken things, there is something his hasn’t told you about and there are questions you are not sure you can ask. But not having an answer to them feels also strange because why would he have kept this a secret? What is the reason for it? Why can’t you know?

“I played sunball, yes, but I stopped…I stopped after…” Ithan swallows thickly and sits up on the couch, you still between his legs. He places his phone down beside him and brushes on hand through his hair, then he meets your gaze. “I stopped after Connor died.”

Oh gods! Now you feel really bad and very ashamed about questioning him so bluntly. You should not have done that and want to apologise three million times.

Ithan must have noticed your distress because he brings one hand forward and tips your chin up, thumb brushing your jaw. “I couldn’t really play afterwards, didn’t really want to play anymore and yeah, that is why I didn’t tell you. I just don’t really like talking about it.”

You move your hand over his and bring it up to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. “I am so, so sorry, Ithan. I should not have asked so stupidly and first and foremost all, I should not have just looked through your photos.�� A small smile blooms on his face and Ithan gives his head a little shake. “You are allowed to look through my photos, I told you that before. And as you said, what is mine is also yours.”

You laugh softly, your gaze warm when it meets his and carrying the promise that he can talk to you if he needs it right now. Ithan understands, obviously he does, it is this silent conversation between the two of you. But he shakes his head again and for a moment his face falls to his phone. He glances back up at you and parts his lips. “It must have been a photo from one of my last games,” he breathes, his eyes clouding with shadows and a sad smile appearing on his lips.

“I will tell you all about it someday, now it is still not so easy. Please, let’s talk about everything else, but not sunball.” Of course, you think. You would never pressure him to talk about it and have you known you would have never asked him so directly, so bluntly, so emotionless. But it is good that you know the reason for it know, otherwise the uncertainty would have gnawed on you the whole night and also the following days.

“So distraction?”

Ithan releases a sigh and nods his head. “Distraction sounds good. Please.” “So maybe…” A wicked grin splits your lips, your eyes aglow and Ithan knows he has to expect something mischievous.

“Does the wolf pup need belly scratches to make him feel better?” With that you lunge yourself at him, fingers poking into his belly. He tries to shift back on the sofa, yelping while laughing uncontrollably. "I did—gods—not mean that," he pants, shaking and bending, trying to curl into a ball while fighting you off. Oh, your boyfriend is so ticklish it is crazy. And you loved it. You have him fully at your mercy — tears from laughter building up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks when he tries to escape, but you are faster, sitting down on his hips, pinning you underneath him.

“Poor baby, you said you wanted distraction, here it is.” A wicked, cruel laugh erupts from you and you want to continue anew, fingers mercilessly attacking his belly.

“You said belly scratches, your cruel monster.”

That makes you huff, faking shock and sitting back dramatically while crossing your arms over your chest. “That are belly scratches,” you pout but it doesn’t last long before you have to grin.

“You could have let me shift first.”

“Nah, was funnier this way.” Leaning down, you elicit a soft groan from him before your lips close over his and kiss him shortly — nevertheless it is a kiss full of love, compassion and admiration.

“I love you, Ithan. And I love your honesty, thank you for telling me and opening up. Now belly scratches? Real ones?”

Ithan smiles, warm and soft, leans up and kisses your forehead. “No, let's stay like this, okay? Just want you in my arms.”

You dip your chin, shifting slightly so you can snuggle closer to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Ithan slides his hands underneath your —actually his— hoodie, placing them both at the small of your back, securing you on top of him. You draw in his scent, reveling in it and sighing happily.

"I love you, Y/N. More than everything in this world and I promise to never keep anything from you ever again.”

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tags: @headcanonheadcase @azrielsbabyg @randomness-it-is @brekkershadowsinger

#ithan holstrom x read #ithan holstrom #crescent city #crescent city x reader

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cactiandtumbleweeds · 1 year

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Demanding (Mahito x Reader)

I was challenged to write the softest Mahito I could. I might try it against at some other point but for now, enjoy this:

CW: None

You felt his weight against your back while waiting in line; arms slithered their way around your front and long hair cascaded over your shoulders, tickled your cheek as it fell. You laughed a little at the unexpectedness and tilted your face to the side.

“I told you it wouldn’t be long until we saw each other again.”

“You’re going to make me look insane,” you whispered, all too aware of the crowd around you – none of them could see the man leaning so heavily against you, nor hear his words.

“Why do you care? It’s not like any of these people matter to you.” Mahito brought his lips close to your ear, fully aware of the gooseflesh he caused. “And would they really be so wrong?”

You shrugged a little with your free arm. “Maybe not. I am taking to myself, after all.”

Sometimes you wondered if it could be all in your imagination – wrapped up in the arms of man nobody but yourself could see. Then again, you’d seen him interact with the world around you and you’d had to remove his hair from the shower drain frequently enough to believe he was, at the very least, real in some way.

A man jostled his way past you, making you wince. Mahito’s grip tightened, pulling you closer into him. “You don’t want to be here. You should just leave – look at how uncomfortable it makes you.”

“I can’t. A friend has work and I owe him one. He loves this idol so much; I have to get him one of those signed poster things. I won’t be long.”

“Well, rather than wait here for ages, you can steal one off somebody leaving.”

You shook your head though the warmth of his voice when he lowered it always managed to pull a smile from your lips. “You’re an awful influence, do you know that?”

He chuckled. “I’m not. Who decides if something is bad or not anyway?”

“Stealing is wrong?”

“Accourding to who?”

“Me.”

He sighed dramatically as though you could actually stop him from doing something. How does one explain the concept of right and wrong to a creature whose entire life spoke of the latter. Something abnormal formed from the hatred pulsing between people.

Yet still a being you allowed to drape himself over your shoulders and whisper awful into your ears with no complaint. Maybe he really had a point about your sanity.

You leaned back against him, trying to make sure you didn’t appear strange as you did so. He played with the hem of your shirt, chilled fingers slipping beneath to the skin there.

“I was busy thinking while you were away,” he hummed. “And I’ve decided what I want to transfigure you into. You would do so well.”

“Really?”

The teasing brush of his fingers turned to a full palm, pressed flush to your hip bone. “Yes. I want to carry you around with me all the time so I’m going shrink you all the way down. Then I’d never have to worry about where you are.”

Your pulse quickened a little at the treat but instead of moving away, you shifted your weight and pushed against his hand. If he’d been human, you would have worried about his circulation. No matter what you did, he never warmed up.

“I think if you wanted to, you would have transfigured me already.”

“What if I only decided that I wanted to do it today? Imagine how all these people would scream when they noticed.”

“Then do it. If you really want to.”

He chuckled and thought about it for a few seconds. Several very drawn-out seconds where you wondered whether or not you trusted the curse enough.

And then he laughed, soft and low in your ear. He released the press against your side and went back to tracing circles over your waist. “Maybe not yet. I want to find a way to keep your pretty face intact first. I like looking at you too much.”

“Well, the best way to do that is leave me in my human form.”

He pressed a small kiss against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “But you’d be so cute, you know. And you’d be even better than any other I’ve ever made.”

“It’s so sad you’ll never get to see me that way then.”

“I could.”

“You won’t.”

It may be arrogant of you but the confidence you’d gained around the curse grew with each passing day. Maybe it would lead to your death eventually but maybe… just maybe it would be worth it in some way.

After all, you couldn’t say Mahito’s company or attentions were unwelcome.

The line continued to move forward and you a step, practically dragging the curse behind you.

“Why are you hanging off me?”

“I want you to carry me.”

“I can’t. Not now at least.”

The man standing in front of you turned slightly, frowning over his shoulder. You made a vague gesture, pretending to tap a non-existent earphone as an explanation. One day, you should buy an actual one to excuse how often you speak to yourself.

It got embarrassing to be stared at.

Mahito sighed dramatically. “How boring.”

“I know. The waiting in line thing is awful which is why I didn’t invite you in the first place. I knew you’d be done after a few seconds.”

“Then let’s just go home and do something more fun. Look, I’ve already got what you needed.”

You turned, confused to see a third appendage wrap around your waist, holding a signed poster before you. Mahito’s pride smile only grew.

“Who did you steal that from?”

“Somebody who’s already long gone. Come on, we can just go back to the house and do something fun.” His eyes danced with excitement and you sighed, unable to deny him anything when he looked up at you from beneath lowered lashes.

“Fine, but it’s still not right.”

“Mm, if you say so.”

#jjk x reader #mahito #mahito x reader #jjk drabbles

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giggly-toybox · 4 months

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now that you're writing for One Piece, if you don't mind, u could share some general tickling thoughts/headcanons on the series? (hcs of characters, scenarios between them etc) if this is too broad u can feel free to ignore, thanks!

HI OKAY SO!!!! I was literally so excited to make this bc this show has absolutely taken over my brain AAAAA

But here we go! For now, we’ll only be doing MY personal favorite characters! If you want a character that isn’t on here, let me know when requests open up again!

Also note: I am in the middle of the Marineford arc (and might have cried a little bit) meaning I am nowhere near up to date with some of the newer stuff!

Basil Hawkins:

EASILY my favorite character. Me and my mutual have been rambling about him for days. So far he’s only had like eight minutes of screen time so don’t know why I like him so much, I just do. My silly babygirl. My borblo Right off the bat, he’s feather ticklish

Like, really. Feathers affect him more than actual fingers

I think he has a very gentle and soft laugh most of the time, but it can get loud if you hit a bad spot

I think his worst spots are his belly, neck, and chin

If you use a feather on any of those spots he will die

EXTREMELY squirmy. He will buck, kick, shove, squirm, whatever he has to do to get away

He’s a really gentle ler most of the time

He’ll just hold you close with an arm while he mindlessly traces his finger on your belly, reading his cards like nothings happening

If you want to get away he’ll let you

But if you tickle him first, that gentleness is thrown out the window and he immediately targets your death spots, scribbling his gloved fingers all over your squirming figure

He doesn’t do it for long tho, and he’s nice enough to get you some water afterwards :)

Perona:

MY GIRLLLL! I love her so so much she’s easily my favorite female character! I just love her style sm, I need her outfit! I love her little ghosts and her aesthetic as a whole, she’s just so pretty!

Persona just oozes sister vibes, both big and little. So I would say she’s an even 50/50 switch

She’s probably ticklish all over, but I would say her worst spot is her belly, specifically her belly button

She doesn’t shut up when being tickled. She’ll scream, beg, plead, complain, or try to distract you

Either that or she’ll send her ghosts to make you depressed

She would be such a brat after being tickled tbh 😭

She would pout and scold you before eventually moving on and floating away

She only tickles things she deems cute, so if you’re not cute in her book, you’re safe

But once she has you in her sights, she’ll playfully tackle you and absolutely wreck you

She likes your cute laugher :3

Crocodile:

My boy Crocodile! Gosh he’s just so cool. I didn’t like him too much in the Alabasta arc, but he got a lot better in Impel Down and Marineford! I just really love the way he looks, and his sand powers :3

Yeah…In all honesty I don’t think this guys really ticklish at all

As much as it pains me to admit

The only spot that could really make him laugh is his neck

Even then all you would get are a few chuckles

He’s not sensitive enough to wreck sorry 😔

He doesn’t really participate in tickling either

He thinks it’s childish

Nico Robin:

The best Strawhat. I do not take criticism. She is my girl and I love her so much. Her “I want to live” made my heart ache! And she easily has my favorite devil fruit

We love a canon ler

Gosh her ability is so well for tickling as we’ve seen in the show twice!

Like she can summon two arms to hold yours and then two to tickle you silly

She’s a nice ler most of the time tho, she won’t torture you for too long

As a lee I think she’s one of those people that are ticklish on most of their body, but not too ticklish

Like no matter where you tickle her, tummy, neck, feet, she’ll giggle but that’s about it

As I’ve said before I think her worst spot are her sides so that’s where you’ll get the most reaction

She’s a bit louder but other than that there’s not really a lot of difference

She had a lovely laugh though <3

Jewelry Bonney:

Another supernova! I really like Bonney, I find her devil fruit really interesting! I can’t wait to see more of her Ticklish thighs. I don’t take criticism she’s definitely weak there

She also has pretty sensitive armpits, but her thighs are a bit worse

Her laugher is kinda rough, and she definitely snorts

If you’re really close to her, she doesn’t mind being ticked by you

But if not you’re getting kicked in the face

Since she’s a big foodie, I see her favorite tickling methods to be things like nibbling or raspberries

I would say licking too but I’m super uncomfortable with licking tickles

X Drake:

X Drake! I love him so much, my dinosaur boy. He easily has the best animal devil fruit so far (I forget what the type is called)

While I do think he’s ticklish, I think he has a lot of tolerance for those kind of things

I mean he used to be a rear admiral he definitely has some endurance

He doesn’t actually squirm around that much. He’ll flinch and shove a bit, maybe kick his legs a few times, but for the most part he just takes it

But he does have one weakness: raspberries

If you blow one right on his belly, like on the middle of the bottom of the huge X on his torso, he’ll laugh louder then the sea

He’s definitely more of a ler. I see him tickling people in his dinosaur form

Like he’s carrying them like a doll and tickling them all over

Or holding them by the ankles and wrecking their soles

Human or dinosaur form, if he’s tickling you you’re not escaping until he lets you go

#one piece #one piece tickle #basil hawkins #perona #sir crocodile #nico robin #jewelry bonney #x drake #honorable mention: bon clay #i love him so so so much!#i just…couldnt think of any hcs for him 🥲#forgive me #this took an embarrassingly long time to finish 😭#but im so happy with it!#i hope you all like them :)

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