#hunter x hunter tickle

[xolliwritez]

My first attack against @giggly-toybox !

Illumi was very fun to wreck🐭✨️

@tickleartfight

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 1: Secret

Summary: After a ticklish encounter, Killua and Gon both discover the secrets they were keeping from each other.

Word Count: 2,012

I'm back! Sorry for disappearing, but going back to has been... an adjustment 😅. Anyways, I'm back for Tickletober, and I'll do my best to update. I hope you enjoy! 💙

The smile on his face was blinding. Golden streaks of sunlight shone through the shutters, streaming across his tawny skin; dazedly bright hair splaying across the cushions, enrooting itself into the depths of the couch; his head bent at an unnatural angle, body pinned in a mass of entangled limbs. Through the scuffle, Killua caught glimpses of him—his eyes squeezed shut, a flush blooming across his skin with the brightest smile Killua had ever seen illuminating his face. 

"Leheheohoriohoho!" Gon cried, bursting with brilliant laughter, as he squirmed hopelessly in his grasp.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you but an apology, you little punk!" Leorio growled with mock anger, a satisfied smirk on his face. He almost looked happier than Gon.

"Wahaihit! Nohoho! Nohohohot thehehere!" He squealed, after Leorio seemingly moved to a worse spot. It was hard to tell with all the squirming.

"Come on, I want to hear it! 'I'm sorry, Mr. Leorio! I won't do it again!'"

"I'm sahahaharry!"

"And?" He asked teasingly, but gradually eased up on the tickling.

"Ahahahand I wohohon't ahahgahain!" 

Killua didn't know what Gon even did. He only came rushing into the room after having heard Gon's screams, only to be greeted by… this. The two hadn't even seemed to notice him standing in the doorway.

Until Leorio finally eased up, releasing Gon and ruffling his head with a chuckle. "That'll teach you a lesson not to mess with me. Oh—hey, Killua! When did you get here?"

Gon peaked a glossy brown eye open, meeting Killua's, who immediately looked away, blushing after being caught.

"I heard the noise and came to check it out," he muttered, gaze firmly on the floor. "Then I found you two idiots."

"Hey, I'd be careful if I were you! Or else we might just get you next. Right, Gon?"

He laughed good-naturedly. Killua didn't know if it was because of what Leorio said or the fact that he hadn't stopped giggling since Leorio let him go.

"I'm not ticklish."

"Oh yeah?" Leorio challenged, a grin growing on his face.

"I'm not," he exclaimed bodly, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head with a smirk. "Go on. Try me."

Barking out a laugh, Leorio quickly strided across the room. "You're just asking for it now."

Despite his cool demeanor, Killua couldn't help the nerves spreading through him. He didn't think he was ticklish, but he actually wasn't sure. 

He'd been isolated in his home his whole life, until he left for the exam. And his family certainly wasn't affectionate. He was more likely to get a punch than a hug growing up. The only exception was with Alluka, and while they had a few playful interactions over the years, Killua always started it, and Alluka wasn't one for revenge.

So, he had never actually been tickled before, despite his false bravado. But, at the very least, he hoped his training would come in handy now.

Leorio had now crossed the room and stood in front of him, wiggling his fingers in a teasing way that made Killua's heart beat faster. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he was ticklish.

"You sure you don't wanna beg for mercy? I might take it easy on you if you do."

Killua only laughed confidently, making Leorio tsk and shrug, digging his hands into Killua's armpits, saying, "It's your funeral."

Then, after a moment, "Huh?"

There was nothing. No reaction from Killua. Not the slightest twitch of his lips, and his arms didn't budge for a second. 

"Well then… I guess I'll just have to try somewhere else!" Leorio exclaimed, still confident in his ability to reduce him to a laughing, begging mess.

Again, nothing. Not at his stomach or sides or ribs or anywhere else he tried.

Dumbfounded, Leorio shook his head, "Are you… really not ticklish?"

"I told you, idiot," Killua shrugged, brushing past him to turn back to his room. "This was a waste of time," was all he said before he disappeared, leaving behind a disappointed Leorio and Gon.

It was hours later before the subject came up again. After dinner, Gon and Killua had returned to their shared room to settle down for the night, when Gon suddenly blurted, "Are you really not ticklish?"

"What does it matter?" Killua asked, a faint blush heating his face. He faced the wall, hoping Gon wouldn't notice from the other side of the room.

"I'm just surprised. I didn't even know someone couldn't be ticklish—is it part of your assassin training?"

Killua hesitated. "It's… a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yeah."

It was stupid. It was Gon. There was no reason not to tell him the truth, but he didn't know why he'd lied to Leorio earlier either.

The idea had been exciting, and Killua was never one to turn away from a challenge, so he let Leorio tickle him. And it did tickle, or at least he thought it did. It had never happened before, but it sent a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling throughout his whole body. Instead of laughing, he ignored it and carefully controlled his reactions to appear unaffected. 

"What if…" Gon started, drawing him from his thoughts, "I told you a secret, and then you told me yours?"

He paused, considering it. It wouldn't be that bad for Gon to find out, and he was curious; he didn't know Gon kept any secrets from him.

"Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Yeah!" Gon eagerly shot up from his bed, running over to sit next to Killua, who reluctantly turned to face him, hoping his face wasn't as hot as it felt.

Gon offered his pinky in a surprisingly familiar routine, and Killua locked it with his own. "Pinky promise and if I lie, stick a thousand daggers in my eye! And seal it with a kiss!"

It didn't sound exactly like how Killua remembered Gon doing it with his Aunt Mito, but he didn't say anything, simply smiling at the subtle change.

"Okay, you first," Killua ordered. 

Gon didn't hesitate. "I like being tickled."

His brows furrowed, "Why's that a secret?"

"I don't know," Gon shrugged, flopping onto his back. "I just haven't told anyone before. It's a little embarrassing…"

Killua flopped down next to him. "Well I don't think Leorio or Kurapika would want to tickle you if you didn't like it."

"I guess. Anyway…" he looked at Killua expectantly, "what's your secret?"

His face heated, and he shifted to lay on his side, facing his back towards Gon to try and hide his embarrassment. "It's stupid."

"Mine was too."

He sighed, mumbling, "I think I am ticklish."

"Really?" Gon exclaimed, shooting up. "But you didn't react to Leorio at all!"

"Yeah, but it felt weird. Like… tingly," he shrugged, burying his face in his hands to avoid Gon's gaze. "I don't know. That was the first time anyone's tried to tickle me."

"Hmm…" he hummed in thought, considering. "What if I tickle you?"

"What?!" Killua exclaimed, dropping his hands from his face to prop himself up on his elbows. 

"Then we can find out if you're ticklish. Want me to?"

He frowned, toying with the bedsheet between his fingers. "What if… I don't like it?"

"Then I'd stop," Gon answered simply. "Promise."

That, he supposed, made sense for Gon to say. Still, it was an odd sentiment. 

Touches, throughout his life, had been designed to hurt, a painful lesson he'd have to learn if he was to continue his family's business. It never mattered if he wanted it; in fact, his family seemed to enjoy it more when he didn't. 

There was no casual affection, no simple comforts, no consideration. Nothing like the simple ease Gon's, and his other friends, touches promised. There was instinctive unease, the desire to build up a facade and hide behind it, the lessons to never show weakness, but none of that mattered now.

Because Gon and Leorio and Kurapika, they wouldn't try to hurt him. He was safe with them.

"Okay, you can try," he finally answered, taking a deep breath.

There wasn't even a moment to compose himself before Gon pounced on him, wildly scribbling his fingers across Killua's stomach. He gasped, wriggling beneath him as the tingly, electric feeling spread back through him, shocking his limbs and making his heart stutter.

"Okay so far?" Gon asked, grinning in that beautifully bright way that made it hard to look at him, so Killua brought his arms back up to cover his face again and nodded.

"I-It's weheheird," he giggled, slightly muffled by his hands.

"Good weird or bad weird?" Gon asked, stilling his hands to let Killua gather his thoughts.

"...Dunno," he mumbled, blush darkening.

"At least now we know you're ticklish!" He said, then, after a few moments of silence, "Want me to keep going?"

It was another few moments before he slowly nodded, "Y-You can."

"Then…" Gon reached out, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling his hands away from Killua's face, his own hovering a few inches above it. There was a weird feeling in Killua's chest that he didn't have the time to dwell on. "I want to see your face."

Overwhelmed, Killua turned away, looking at the wall instead. "Whatever."

He could practically feel the brightness emanating from Gon's smile without even looking. 

"Ready?" Gon asked, releasing his wrists. Through the corners of eyes, he swore he saw Gon curling his hands into claws. 

"Three…" he drawled, giggling to himself as he counted down. "Two…"

Killua just wanted him to get it over with already, which definitely was because of how annoying Gon was being, not because of the building anticipation that made it feel like his stomach was doing flips.

"One!" he cried, digging his fingers into Killua's ribs, making him burst into loud, wild, boyish laughter.

His arms shot down, shoving at Gon's who managed to masterly avoid him. 

"Should I stop?" 

There wasn't time to think about how embarrassing it really was, only how much fun he was having with his best friend, and how he was safe and comfortable and receiving an almost foreign affection. "Nohohoho!" 

"Good, cause this is really fun! Right? But tell me when you can't take it anymore, okay?"

"Ihihi cahan tahahake ahahanythihing!" he boldly exclaimed, then squealed and shot his arms down when Gon prodded at his pits.

"Are you sure?" Gon teased, "I just started, and you're already laughing a lot."

"Shuhut uhuhup! I cahahan—cahan tahahake mohohre thahan yohohou!"

"Reall—hehehey!" he burst into laughter when Killua suddenly shot forward and latched onto his side, squeezing rapidly. 

"Whahat? Cahahan't tahake ihihit?" 

"Ohof cohohuhurse I cahan!" Gon managed between laughter, wriggling into Killua's ribs as the boys wrestled on the bed, targeting the worst tickle spots they could find.

They both put up a valiant effort, but Gon knew he lost when Killua latched onto his hips, kneading them.

"Wahahait! Wahaihit!" he shrieked, releasing Killua's sides to grab at his arms, struggling to escape.

"Bad spot, huh?" Killua smirked, doubling his efforts. "Come on, I win, right? Say it!"

"Yohohou wihihihin!"

"Yes!" Killua cheered, letting go of Gon and pumping his fist in the air.

Gon collapsed against the bed; Killua falling next to him, as they both desperately panted for air, still laughing together. 

Once he managed to regain himself, Killua turned to look at him, an exhausted smile tugging at his lips. "That was fun."

Gon's own smile grew. "I'm glad… yohou… had fun. Should do ihit again… sometime," he wheezed between breaths.

"Yeah," he smiled. That weird feeling in his chest was back. "But it's way too easy to beat you."

"I'll win… next time! 'Sides…" Gon paused, allowing himself to fully catch his breath before continuing. "Besides, there's no way you'll beat Leorio. He's too good."

"He didn't get me earlier."

"Yeah, but you were using your assassin skills! Just wait until he really tries. He's unstoppable, and Kurapika helps him most of the time," Gon shuddered, making Killua laugh.

"That sounds fun."

Gon beamed, "Yeah."

[nekoma-not-lee]

Tickletober Day 3 - Prank

Hunter x Hunter - ler!Gon, lee!Killua

Killua pranks Gon, chaos ensues!

This pairing is implied romantic, but can be seen as platonic!

Killua was currently fleeing for his life from Gon. All because he just had to prank him! They were on either side of the couch, locked in position. If Killua moved one way, Gon would just intercept him. Killua nervously smiled, “C-C’mon Gon, it was just a prank, can’t we talk about this?” Gon looked back at him with a mischievous smile, all soaking wet from the earlier prank, “Sure we can talk, but after I get revenge.” Gon suddenly launched himself over the couch, tackling Killua to the floor.

They wrestled for a bit before Gon ended up on top…but by underhanded means is what Killua would say. Gon had used a hand to tickle under his arm which caused him to lose. “Are you sorry yet?” Killua shook his head and stuck his tongue out. Killua suddenly burst into laughter when Gon had used his hands to attack Killua’s sides. “Nohoho! Gohohon, thahahat’s nohohot fahahair!” Gon snickered, “You deserve this for dumping that bucket of cold water on my head!”

“IHIHIT WAHAS OHOHONLY HAHALF AHA BUHUHUCKEHET!” Killua shrieked out, as Gon switched to his hips, which were significantly worse than his sides. “GOHOHON THAHAHAT’S SOHOHO MEHEHEAN!” Gon’s fingers pinched lightly at Killua’s hips, “Well dumping that bucket of cold water on my head was pretty mean too, I think this is being nicer than that!” Killua shook his head from side to side, “IHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOT! IHIHIT’S SOHOHO MUHUCH WOHOHORSE!”

Gon chuckled, “Do you regret your actions yet?” He said this while slowing his fingers down to tracing. Killua simply breathed for a few seconds and then shook his head, defiantly, “It’s gonna take a lot more thahahan THAHAHAT WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!” Killua shrieked as his hips were the target once more. Gon shook his head, “You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” Killua’s shrieks of laughter were loud and boisterous, but also incredibly cute and endearing.

Killua finally tapped Gon’s hand with his hand, “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHIHI GIHIHIVE! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” Gon stopped instantly, seeing as Killua had reached his limit. Killua breathed, “But…” Gon tilted his head in confusion. “…I stihill regret nothing,” Killua finished, breathy giggles still escaping. Gon laughed, “Your luhucky I’m feeling nihice today! Or else you’d be back at my mercy for that.”

[someone1348]

My first Hunter X Hunter Fic! I'm so excited!

This show/anime means so much to me, It's my favorite! I've re-watched it so many times lmao! Anyway!

I'm so happy to be sharing this with you all and of course we have to start with my favorite angels 😇

The people in this: Ler!Killua, Lee!Gon

Tw: none this is adorable! (This is a tickle fic so if you are uncomfortable with that I don't suggest reading! :])

I hope you all enjoyyy!!

-K <3

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A Bad Case of Boredom

It's been about two weeks since Gon and Killua arrived back to Whale Island, the place where Gon grew up with his wonderful aunt Mito and grandmother. Things were going great! Killua adjusted to the new environment nicely and rather quickly too! Aunt Mito was very welcoming, and he really enjoyed staying with them.

They had been exploring and mainly spent their time outside, but today was the kind of day that Gon dreaded the most. It was pouring rain outside. Gon loved the rain, yes, it did great things for the grass and the wildlife. However, he hated being forced to stay inside because of it. He was used to nature, running around the open feilds, climbing trees and overall being free. The rain restricted all of that which brings us to the present.

Gon sighed as his legs bounced up and down on the floor as they hung over the side of his bed. Killua, who had been trying to meditate, looked over gently at the greenette with one eye open before he too sighed and turned to face him,

"What's wrong Gon?" He asked both concerned and curious

"The rain"

"The rain?" Killua cocked an eyebrow, now more confused than before

"We can't go outside, I love the benefits the rain gives for nature, but I hate being stuck inside with nowhere to go and nothing to do!" He complained as he flopped back onto his bed dramatically.

'Ah' Killua thought to himself before he slightly smiled "There's plenty to do inside Gon, for starters you could meditate with me and practice your ten"

That comment earned another sigh from the enhancer

"Alright fine, hmm" the white haired boy sat in thought as he tried to think of ways to entertain his best friend, a single raindrop hit the windowsill when it clicked in Killuas mind, his signature cat like smirk spread across his features as he sat up and hovered over Gon,

"I have the perfect idea~"

Gon shoot up in excitement as he looked at Killua with bright eyes

"Really?!"

Killua only smiled brighter as he nodded "Yep! It's your favorite" his voice got a little deeper towards the end of his sentence which made Gon gulp and giggle a little as he scooted backwards on his bed until he hit the headboard gently.

"Kihillua?"

Killua smirked again before he pounced onto his best friend. The two started a mini wrestling match, rolling around on the green covers, giggling their heads off before anything happened yet as they both tried to get the upper hand. Gon knew what Killua's intentions were, he sensed it in his aura and with knowing him that well, and with his boredom he was more excited than ever for this moment, but he was stubborn too and was not going down that easily.

"Give it up Gon!"

"Never!"

"Fair enough, you asked for it" Gon had the upper hand as they spoke, but Killua quickly swipped the tips of his fingers over Gon's side as Gon's arms wobbled out from under him and he fell onto Killuas chest. Killua smiled and, with one quick motion, turned Gon onto his back, holding his arms above his head with one hand as he sat over his hips.

"Someone wanted tickles huh Gon?~" he teased as Gon's cheeks flushed a quiet pink

"How did you figure it out?!"

"It was easy, one, I know you, and two, you would've never gone down that quickly otherwise~"

Gon looked away with a playful smile before they both giggled together.

"Are you ready Gon?~" he smirked as he wiggled his fingers just inches above Gon's stomach

"Kihihilluaaaaa!" Gon complained through his giggles as his legs bounced gently behind him, this time with joy

"Fihinneee Tickle Tickle Tickleee~" He smiled brightly as he let go of Gon's hands and darted them over to pinch and scribble all over his sides

"KIhihilluahaha! ThaHahat TihiHickles!" Gon squeaked and wiggled as much as he could but made no real effort to fight it

"That's the point idiot, plus your giggles are too cute, so what's the problem?~" He spoke so nonchalantly it made Gon question to himself what was worse, that or his tease voice

"NohoHo FaHaHair!" His laughter picked up the pace as Killua moved his fingers up to his ribs, making sure he got all of the in-between spots, leaving no spot untickled. Gon arched his back a little as he tried to lightly push at Killuas' hands.

"You know Gon, you got seriously injured back at Hevean's arena, I should make sure you still have all of your ribs" Killua dragged his fingers back down his ribs as Gon giggled out an excuse,

"NOhoHo! KihihilluaAhA! I heHealed! ReHehember?!"

"Hmm, I don't remember. A thorough checkup is in order, and since Leorio isn't here to do it, I guess it's up to me! Don't worry, Gon, this won't hurt a bit~" Killua smiled again as he skittered up and down the length of his ribs before starting from the bottom and going up slowly tracing each individual rib while he counted.

"Oneeee, Twoooooo, Threeeee, Foooourrr, Fivveee- hmm? What's this?~" Killua paused as he found a particularly ticklish rib on Gon's left side, where he got injured previously thanks to Geto,

"I think getting hit with that spinning top made this rib more ticklish then the others"

"WohAHAhAh!-" Gon snorted gently as he broke out into more genuine laughter as Killua scribbled and gently scratched over that rib alone "KiHIHIhilLUAHaHa!"

"Woah! You snorted! Haha do it again!"

"NOHoHo!"

"Fine, have it your way" Killua shrugged before his hands quickly made their way down to his stomach, going right under the light fabric of Gon's black tank top

"AHAHAHA KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"And why not?~ doesn't it tickle? I'm confused"

"YEHEHES! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES ALOHOHOT! THAHAT'S WHY!"

"That's a good thing gigglebug"

Gon's face turned bright red as the kicking got faster as he tried to curl up on himself but couldn't

"Ohhhh I think I get it now, this is your tickle spot!" Killua spoke as if this was completely new information, causing Gon to groan a little at his antics

"KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA!"

"Yes Gon?~"

"HAHAHAHA!" Gon threw his head back in genuine laughter which made Killua giggle a little before he took a deep breath and blew a gaint raspberry directly into his bellybutton

"AHAHA KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Okahay okay!" He gently got off of him and patted his arm "you okay, Gon?"

"Haha YEAH!" He tackled Killua in a hug "You're the best Killua!"

"You're so embarrassing" He scoffed as he smiled as he hugged him back.

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I had a blast making this! It's definitely different from what I've done before but I hope you all enjoyedd I loved writing it!

Have an amazing day, evening, or night everyone! You truly deserve it! You are loved, you are valid, you are appreciated, and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 5: 𝓘’𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱

THIS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY GIF I COULD FIND REMOTELY CLOSE

SOS BITCH THEY DONT LIKE US

anyways- holy fuck this is 4 days late. I’m gonna try to keep pumping em out.

This one is pure comfort for lil bby bc sometimes I just get a think and cannot veer off course of that think.

Pushing my found family headcanon on y’all once again. Yawn.

—CW: There are not much tickles under the cut ngl, established Leopika, Angst :(—

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss

At the end of the day, Killua knew that he was loved by Leorio the same as Gon was. But sometimes… No- that’s stupid, he’s not- He’s not jealous or anything.

…Is he?

No, that’s silly. He’s never been one to care about affection, given his background and all.

And yet… why did he feel so pouty after seeing the two interacts?

Of course, he never let it show. He wouldn’t anyone to catch on or anyth-

“You alright, kiddo?” Kurapika inquired, squatting down to the younger’s level.

“I- what?” The boy blinked. “O-oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

The blonde grinned patiently. “Killua…”

“I said I’m good!” Killua crossed his arms with a slight pout, turning away from his friend.

Kurapika sighed as he stood upright once again. “Alright, don’t tell me then. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

The white-haired boy slowly turned back around toward the older male. “W-Wait.”

A smile crept into Kurapika’s features. “Hmm?”

“Promise you won’t… you know, tell?”

“I promise I won’t… you know, tell.”

And so the young boy began to spill his woes and worries with great hesitation, fearing that Kurapika would spill the beans to Leorio.

The Kurta would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t worried. It took all of his power to not reach out and squeeze the boy in the tightest hug he’s ever given. The blonde listened to every word with great focus, heart breaking at every line. Had he really felt so neglected by Leorio?

When Killua had finished pouring his heart out, his face flushed as he looked away. A squeak left him as Kurapika gently pulled him into a hug.

“Would it be okay if I spoke with Leorio?” The Kurta whispered in inquiry.

“N-No it’s not important…”

“Killua, please. Just let me-“

“I said no!” The white-haired boy roared as he turn and ran to his room, slamming his door shut. Kurapika closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Two hands gently graced the blonde’s shoulders, thumbs rubbing gently. The chain user sighed.

“I’ll talk to him,” Leorio’s voice whispered, giving a small squeeze. He was met by his lover’s head falling backwards into his chest.

The blonde sighed once again, muttering. “Just be kind to him… it took a miracle to get him to open up.”

“Alright. Go check on Gon; I’ll take care of this.”

The two carefully stepped through the dark hallway , eventually turning in separate directions at the split. Leorio gently tapped on Killua’s door, a muffled “go away” came in response.

“Killua…” the brunette rested his forehead against the wooden door. “I just want to talk with you.”

“Don’t you want to talk to your f-favorite son, G-Gon?”

The medic’s heart broke in two, breath hitching. “Kil-“

A choked gasp left the boy. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY TO NOT CALL ME THAT!”

“God- right, right. I’m sorry. I just-“ Leorio’s mouth stuttered in movement, failing to find the right words. “I w-want to f-fix this. Please, let me in.”

After a good amount of silent seconds, the door opened very slightly to reveal a puffy-eyed Killua with his chest heaving. Leorio dropped to his knees and instantly pulled the boy into his embrace.

Kicking the door shut with his heel, Leorio cradled the little guy’s head against his shoulder, shushing the boy’s blossoming hysterics.

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel this way… I never wanted you to feel anything else but fully loved. When Kurapika and I took you two in, we didn’t-“ a hitch of the older male’s breath indicated a valiant effort to fight tears himself. “I didn’t- I still don’t- I don’t have all of the answers, and I want more than anything to have them.”

He was met with silent, albeit the sound of the ex- assassin’s heaving sobs.

“You know I love you so much, Killua. Taking you in was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I stand by that statement. I’m so sorry that I made you feel neglected… or-or feel like I don’t like you enough, or that I don’t love you anymore.“

“BUT YOU DID! You d-did! And y-you know how l-l-long it took me t-to trust everyone. I-I wasn’t loved by m-my family a-as a kid, Leorio. Do y-you know how it f-feels to think I lost the o-only person who really loves you?”

“I don’t, I really don’t kiddo. I can’t tell you I relate, or that I understand, because I don’t. But I’m here in this moment, and you are my family now. And I will love you until my dying breath…” the older man wiped his eyes, “Even if you do waste all of the soap in the bathroom.”

The white-haired boy let out a watery chuckle. “You don’t understand the art of potion making.”

Leorio smiled widely, “There’s my happy guy.”

“Happy is a stretch… you got one smile outta me.”

“Oh yeah?” The medic pulled Killua out of the hug and held him by his shoulders, “You want me to get more smiles outta ya’?”

“You could try, not much you can do.” He grinned.

One hand moved from Killua’s shoulder and wiggled its fingers in front of the boy. His eyes widened. “I’m not ticklish.”

“I beg to differ.” The brunette teased.

With a battle cry, Leorio pulled Killua into his lap and attacked his tummy and sides, prodding and squeezing at the boy’s torso.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut to keep his giggles at bay.

“Ohhh, now none of that! If there’s anything we do in this house, it’s laugh!”

A quick pinch to the rib led the boy to yelp and break out into laughter. The medic smiled evilly at him.

“Ohhhh! I thought someone wasn’t ticklish!”

“Ihihihim nahahahat! Thihihihis ihihihis juhuhust- hyeahahaha!”

Leorio looked at Killua with fondness, continuing to help the little guy get his giggles out. From now on, he should tickle the boys every day, he thinks. After all…

Killua is his son now, and he’s never letting go.

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[fourthavecafe]

could you please write for killua (we’re basically gon ya know killua and reader are besties) and killua is teasing us about how we’re so physically weak for being ticklish 

killua using his assassin techniques for something much cuter

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You and Killua were casually hanging out, somehow getting into a conversation about human weaknesses. Killua, leaning back on the couch, casually dropped facts about body pressure points and pain tolerance, his eyes flickering with that usual mix of disinterest and hidden knowledge.

“Y’know, there are about 108 human weak points. The ribs, for example… I could practically disable someone with just a poke.”

You smirked, trying to appear brave. “I could handle it.”

Killua raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really?” His voice had that familiar teasing edge. “You? Handle it?”

Before you could take back your words, in a blur of motion, he was beside you, fingers poised. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Suddenly, his finger poked at your upper ribs. But instead of feeling pain, a giggle escaped your lips. Killua blinked, momentarily stunned. “Wait… what?”

You burst into more giggles, trying to scoot away, but he didn’t let up, his eyes narrowing as if you were some puzzle he was trying to solve. “Why are you laughing? I poked your weak spot. You’re supposed to be in pain.”

“It…tickles!” you managed to gasp between laughs.

Killua’s face shifted into one of utter confusion but there was a glint in his eyes now—he was intrigued. And if there was anything Killua liked, it was having the upper hand. “Ticklish? Seriously?”

Before you could reply, his fingers darted toward your sides again, this time prodding your ribs and underarms. A shriek of laughter erupted from you as you squirmed helplessly. “Killua, stop!” you pleaded, trying to catch your breath.

But he was grinning now, clearly enjoying himself. “Your biggest weakness is ticklishness? Wow, you’re more pathetic than I thought” he teased, though the playful tone softened the insult. “How are you supposed to handle anything if this is all it takes to bring you down?”

You were a wriggling mess at this point, and Killua didn’t relent. His fingers found your belly, then your bellybutton, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable giggles. “Right here too, huh?” he said, smirking. “You’re just full of weak spots.”

“St-stop!” you choked out, laughing so hard that tears pricked your eyes.

He finally eased up but hovered close, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “I’ve faced off against some dangerous people” he mused, crossing his arms and leaning back as if reflecting on your ticklish defeat. “But I’ve never seen anyone so weak to… this.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare, still catching your breath. “You’re such a jerk.”

He snickered, flicking your forehead lightly. “You’re the one who said you could handle it.” There was a pause, then softer, almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it: “You’re lucky you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. But before you could process, Killua was already back to his usual self, standing up and stretching like nothing had happened.

“Anyway, now that I know your weakness, I guess I’ve got some serious leverage over you” he said, flashing a wicked grin. “So you better watch out.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah… You’ll pay for this, Killua.”

He just gave you a nonchalant wave as he walked away, but there was that slight, rare hint of a smile still playing on his lips.

[b0nzodraws]

“Friday’s” upload is happening early! And yes, it’s time for more Golden Light with a summer/beach theme!

Luz and Hunter playing around in the ocean!

A little silliness in the sand! Look’s like someone is ticklish!

Palismen sleeping in the sand.

[z0mb13p0sts]

INTRODUCTION!!

Hello!! My names is Xien, though most people I don't know - for some unknown reason - call me Zee or Mao Mao, so one of those 3 work!! My pronouns are he/it/they so please use them!

"What will you be posting?"

I'm glad you asked! I'm a tk fic writer but I will also post life updates, my pets, and reblog tons of things!

"What fandoms are you in?"

I'll make a list at the end of this introduction on fandoms I LOVE writing for, I MIGHT write for, or I probably WON'T write for (unless someone requests it XD).

"How old are you?"

I am a minor!

"What will your consistency be like?"

I'm afraid it won't be as regular as I wish it to be due to school, so it'll probably be around once every 4 weeks or so. It also depends on my motivation as I find it hard to think of ideas.

"Dni's?"

Fetish blogs, porn blogs, racist people, homophobic people, transphobes, basically a regular DNI!

"Why is your grammar and spelling so bad?"

Even though English is my first - and only - language, I find it hard to word things, hence why my grammar isn't the best :'). However, my spelling is only bad due to me being a fast typer.

FANDOM LIST!!

💗 - LOVE writing for and will!!

💖- MIGHT write for!!

💔- WON'T write for unless requested in asks!!

Anime!!~

Jujitsu Kaisen - 💗

Bungo(u) Stray Dogs - 💗

The Promised Neverland - 💖

Given - 💖

Haikyuu!! - 💖

Blue Lock - 💗

My Hero Academia - 💗

Death note - 💗

Tokyo Ghoul - 💖

Tokyo Revengers - 💔

Pokemon - 💖

Fairytail - 💔

Free! Dive to the future - 💖💔

Vanitas No Carte - 💖

Mashle - 💖💔

Attack On Titan - 💖

Seraph Of The End - 💗

Demon Slayer - 💗

Spy x Family - 💗💖

Assassination Classroom - 💖

Sasaki and Miyano - 💗

Horimiya - 💔

Ouran High School Host Club - 💖

Toradora - 💖💔

Wind breaker - 💖💔

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun - 💖💔

Yuri!! On Ice - 💗💖

Black Butler - 💗💖

BNA - 💖

Naruto - 💔

Hunter x Hunter - 💖💔

Twilight out of focus - 💗💖

Dr. Stone - 💖

Sk8 the infinity - 💗

The disastrous life of Saiki K - 💗

Movies!!~

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IT - 💗

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TV Shows!!~

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Voltron - 💗

Video Games!!~

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Wuthering Waves - 💖

As you can tell, I mainly only watch anime. XD

But yeah, that's it!! :D

Bye bye!! :3

[tickly-shannon]

Hi!! Welcome to my SFW tickl blog!!!! I’m Shannon, AFAB and I use They/them pronouns!

Some interests of mine/fandoms im in are

- Tickles (obviously)

- Jojos Bizarre Adventure

- Invader Zim

- FNAF

- HXH

- Deltarune

- Pikmin

- Labyrinth (the film with David Bowie)

- Tally hall!!

- Loki (the tv show)

My fav characters are:

- Uvogin

- Polnareff

- Pesci

- Steely Dan

- Jareth the Goblin King

- Loki

My kins are:

- Polnareff

- Fugo

- Narancia

I won’t be posting much, but I will post for:

- Jjba

- HXH

- FNAF

- Select Deltarune characters

[giggly-squiggily]

If a Hunter x Hunter request is okey with you, can i request lee!kurapika and ler!leorio?

Not gonna lie- I had way too much fun writing this one kjarjkearaerja I've gotcha covered, anon!

Songs featured: Chains- Nick Jonas, You Are The Reason- Calum Scott

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13

“You’ve got me in chains~ You got me in chains for your love~” Leorio’s voice was loud and obnoxious. His singing was worse. “But I wouldn’t change, no I wouldn’t change this love.”

Kurapika hid his face behind his mug, eyes watering with restraint as he watched Leorio dance. A broom in hand and massive headphones on his ears, the doctor wasn’t aware of the blonde’s arrival. Kurapika was pretty sure he wasn’t aware of anything right now- too lost in his mental concert.

“Tryna break the chains but the chains only break me-” Leorio tossed the broom as he “broke it down”, busting out all his best dance moves. This consisted of double stanky legs, an old man shimmy, and some sort of attempt to twerk that looked more like a cat puking up a hairball.

Kurapika nearly choked on his coffee, hand shooting up over his mouth. The squeak he let out must have been heard; Leorio twisted around so fast his headphones nearly went flying. The absolute shock on his face only made Kurapika laugh harder, a snort escaping his lips as he stumbled over to the counter. “Whahahaht the hell was tahhahaht?” He cried, the sound more a whimper than anything.

“Wha-How long were you there-” Leorio stammered, face red. His initial shock faded into a warm expression as he watched Kurapika snort again; shoulders shaking and cheeks pink with laughter. “Did you see my butt?”

Kurapika couldn’t speak, head against the counter as he let out a weak wheeze. “Oh my gohohod. L-Leeheho, you’re tooohoho much.” He felt hands brush his waist, gently guiding him so he was facing his boyfriend properly. “What was that?”

“My summoning dance. Must have worked if I brought you out here.” Leorio grinned, leaning in so their foreheads were pressed together. “Did I look cool?”

“Not at all.” Kurapika snorted, giggling at the mock offense on Leorio’s face. “You looked like your butt got set on fire and you were trying to put it out.”

“Oh, you know what? Come here!” He pulled Kurapika closer, fingers finding his waist and digging in. “You think you’re so funny, huh? Alright- I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“No! Nohohohoho, Lehheheheorihihihiho! Pleheahhahahse!” The blonde yelped, shoving at his chest weakly. “Dhoohohohn’t, Ihihihm tihihihicklish!”

“Oh are you now?” Leorio wasted no time seeking out tickle spots, creeping his fingers up and down the smaller man’s ribs. Occasionally he brought his hands in to tickle his belly or further back towards his spine. “Admit it- you love my dancing.”

“Thahahhahat wahahahhasn’t dahhahhahacning!” Kurapika giggled out, trying to catch the hands stubbornly pinching along his sides. With his back against the counter and Leorio directly in his space, there was little chance to escape. “Iihihihihihf tahahhahahat was dahhahahahncing, thehehehhen I’ihiihihihihm a kihihhihiihng!”

“Oi, you little- you’re just asking for it now!” Leorio grinned, pulling his boyfriend into his chest and guiding him towards the middle of the room, his fingers still lightly tracing his ribs. “So you think you know how to dance? Show me your moves. Dance with me!”

“Yohoohohur suuhuhuhuch a jehehheherk! Ahehehahahhaha!” Kurapika buried his face into the taller man’s shoulder, cheeks red with mirth and smile wobbly. “Whahhahat abohoohoohohut muhuhuhuhusic?”

“Don’t need it- the sound of that cute giggle of yours is all the music I need.” The good doctor winked, resting his chin on Kurapika’s head as he swayed them, their moves somewhat shaky with Kurapika’s squirming. “Whatcha in the mood for? Something jazzy? Funk? Or do you want something soothing and sweet?”

“I whhahahahant you to stahhahahap you ahahhahahahss!” Kurapika felt lightheaded with mirth. “Fihiihihihne, you're a gohohoohohohood dahhahahhahancer! Now stahhhahhap ihiihihit!”

“See? I knew you’d think so.” Finally, the taller man eased his tickles, trading scribbling fingers for soothing pats. Kurapika slumped into his chest, sucking down greedy breaths as he tried to glare up at his boyfriend. “Yohohohur teheheherrible…Leehheheorio.”

“Eh, you love me.” He winked, earning a swat to the chest. “Will you still dance with me? No tickling this time.”

Kurapika leaned back to properly glare now, but the look dropped to something kind as he reached into Leorio’s pocket, plucking out his phone. Without a word, he pulled up a song, letting it play between them.

~There goes my heart beating, and you are the reason. I’m losing my sleep, please come back home.~

“I’d be honored to dance with you, you big dork.” Kurapika smiled up at him, settling back into Leorio’s arms as hands returned to his waist, steadying him as they swayed.

“I’ll climb every mountain, and swim every ocean. Just to be with you, and fix what I’ve broken.” When Leorio sang this time, it was sweet and warm. Kurapika could listen to it all day.

“Oh cause I need you to see,” Leorio pressed a soft kiss into his forehead. “That you are the reason.”

I hope this was good!

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HEY! I WANT TO SAY A HUGE THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE. THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT ON MY FIRST FICTION, YOU GUYS ARE JUST THE BEST!

I FEEL HONOURED THAT YOU LIKED MY FIC, ESPECIALLY THE FACT IT'S MY FIRST ONE EVER. I WILL BE SURE TO WRITE MORE FOR YOU ALL! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

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[fourthavecafe]

you’re illumi’s test subject for a new torture method

"You said you trusted me" Illumi says, his voice emotionless yet strangely compelling. His eyes flick to yours, unblinking. "I’m trying something new. Father suggested a technique that is... effective for breaking people."

You swallow, your heart racing. You knew Illumi was an assassin, trained in countless ways to dismantle human will but you never imagined he would turn his focus on you for this experiment. Still, you had agreed, trusting him, even as you had no idea what was about to unfold.

“I’ll start slow” Illumi murmurs, his fingers hovering just above your exposed skin. His hand moves to your side, brushing lightly against your ribcage, causing a faint twitch. “Tickling... it seems ridiculous” he muses, more to himself than to you “but Father swears it’s effective.”

His touch remains light, almost clinical at first but the sensation soon becomes unbearable as he focuses on your most sensitive spots, his fingers tracing with precision. His eyes narrow slightly as he observes your reaction, your body jolting and writhing but his expression remains cold, detached.

“You’re squirming” he remarks, his voice low and flat, as though commenting on something mundane

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh, your body reacting involuntarily to the torment but Illumi merely tilts his head, continuing with eerie precision. He’s meticulous, exploring each ticklish spot, knowing exactly how to keep you on edge without ever truly relenting.

“Interesting” he says softly, not even pausing. “I didn’t expect you to laugh so much.” His voice carries no judgment, only the curiosity of someone conducting an experiment. His fingers ghost over your stomach now, causing a fresh wave of helpless laughter.

“This is supposed to drive you to the brink” he continues, his tone almost thoughtful “and it seems... effective.”

He increases the intensity ever so slightly, still calm, still unhurried. You're gasping for breath, laughter pouring out of you uncontrollably but Illumi’s expression remains stoic, his eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. His fingers now press into your skin more deliberately, the pressure causing an electric surge of sensation to ripple through your body.

Illumi pauses for a moment, his cold gaze dropping to a small timer he sets on the nightstand. “I won’t stop until this is up” he states, his voice devoid of emotion, almost as if he’s informing you of something as trivial as the time of day. "I want to see how long you can endure."

A soft click echoes through the room as the timer begins, its rhythmic ticking the only sound besides your frantic breathing.

Illumi’s thumb sinks into your ribs, carefully applying pressure with surgical precision and this time, the sensation is overwhelming. Your body jerks, erupting into loud, uncontrollable laughter. It's no longer the light chuckles from before; this is pure, helpless laughter that consumes you, leaving you gasping for air between fits of giggles.

Illumi doesn’t react, his face a mask of calm indifference. His hands move slowly, tactically, as if studying every inch of your ribcage with a clinical detachment. “I wonder” he says, almost in a whisper, “if I can break you like this.”

His thumb digs gently but firmly into one of your ribs, and your body arches involuntarily. "One" he counts, his tone measured, like he’s keeping track of something far more important than your suffering.

The torment continues, his fingers sliding to the next rib, pressing with that same calculated pressure. "Two” he murmurs, his focus unwavering as he watches your every reaction. Your mind is clouded with hysterical laughter, unable to think of anything but the relentless sensations of his hands exploring every sensitive nerve.

"Three” he continues, unphased by your desperate thrashing. There’s no rush in his movements, no change in his demeanor. It's as if time is bending to his will, slowing down as he methodically works his way across your ribs, counting each one with maddening precision.

The psychological weight of the ticking timer presses down on you. You don’t know how much time has passed but the thought of enduring this for minutes longer sends waves of panic through your already fragile state. Illumi’s words cut through your spiraling thoughts.

“I think I’m starting to understand why Father recommended this method” he muses, his thumb sinking deeper into your side. “It’s fascinating how something so trivial can have such a powerful effect.”

"Four" he counts again, his voice chillingly calm, as if nothing about your gasping laughter or writhing body fazes him. He’s utterly absorbed in the experiment, as though every sound and movement you make is data to be analyzed.

Each press of his fingers draws more frantic laughter from you, your body trembling with the effort to breathe. But Illumi doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even hesitate. He is relentless, his hands continuing their torturous exploration, counting each rib with cruel precision.

You don’t know if you can last until the timer stops. But Illumi doesn’t seem concerned with that—he’s more interested in whether you’ll break before it runs out.

Without a word, Illumi's hands leave your ribs, his movements unhurried as he reaches for a small bottle on the nightstand. Your eyes widen in recognition when you see it— baby oil.

He opens the cap with a soft click, and without asking, he begins applying it onto your underarms. The cool liquid drips onto your skin, causing you to immediately squeal from the unexpected sensation. The slickness makes your skin hypersensitive, and you know, with a sinking feeling, that this will make it so much worse.

"Father mentioned this can heighten the sensitivity”Illumi murmurs thoughtfully, his tone still flat, as if he were discussing the weather. "It's interesting how a small application of oil can make your skin so much more responsive."

You're barely able to brace yourself before Illumi's fingernails glide across your now-oiled underarms. The sensation is excruciatingly ticklish, a soft yet unbearable scratching that sends you into immediate hysterics. Your body bucks against the restraints but Illumi doesn't flinch, his focus purely on the methodical torment of your skin.

His fingertips glide smoothly, his nails brushing lightly at first, teasing, exploring, before he applies more pressure. "You're reacting faster now" he observes in his usual calm tone, as though he's narrating your every movement. "That's good. It means the oil is working."

He's oblivious to how his words, paired with his actions, only make everything worse. His thumbs dig into the hollows of your underarms now, sending you into an uncontrollable frenzy. It's not painful-it's the exact opposite, a maddeningly ticklish sensation that robs you of all thought. You're laughing so hard that it feels like you might just lose yourself completely.

Illumi watches with a slight tilt of his head, unblinking. "You're so sensitive here” he muses, his thumbs kneading with careful precision into the soft skin under your arms.

"I didn't expect this area to be so... effective,does it feel overwhelming? Your body is shaking quite a lot." You can't even respond, your laughter consuming every ounce of your energy.

Illumi remains oblivious to how teasing his words sound, how each clinical observation lands like an extra layer of torment. He's being tactical, focused on the experiment but to you, it feels like the ultimate game of control and you're losing.

His fingers start moving again, his nails gliding lightly, then pressing deeper into the tender skin of your underarms, alternating between the two extremes. The oil allows his touch to slip easily, smoothly, never giving you a moment of relief.

"Do you think you'll last until the timer runs out?" Illumi asks, his voice so matter-of-fact that it's maddening. His fingers continue their torturous dance, his nails flicking over the oiled surface of your skin. "It's fascinating how your body reacts, even though this isn't meant to cause real harm.You can't stop yourself, can you?"

His thumbs dig in again, this time pressing just the right amount of pressure to send your body into convulsions of laughter. Your mind is barely holding on, overwhelmed by the ticklish onslaught. Illumi remains unfazed, never stopping his slow, deliberate torment.

"I wonder" he says softly, his fingers continuing to explore, "how long until you beg me to stop?"

Tears begin streaming down your face, a mix of overwhelming laughter and the sheer intensity of Illumi's methodical torment.

You're trembling, gasping for breath but the timer continues its relentless ticking-there's no end in sight yet.

Illumi, still unmoved by your obvious distress, shifts his focus. His eyes, cold and analytical, lower to your legs. Without a word, he reaches for the baby oil once more, his expression unreadable as he pushes your skirt upwards, exposing your thighs fully to his view. A wave of shyness rushes over you and instinctively, you try to close your legs but the ropes binding your ankles keep them spread wide apart, rendering you helpless.

"You're trying to move again" Illumi remarks, his voice calm, barely a whisper as he applies the oil to his fingers. "But the ropes are doing their job." He doesn't seem to notice-or care-about your discomfort as he spreads the cool oil onto your inner and upper thighs, his touch slow, deliberate, as if savoring every moment of your reaction.

The moment his hands make contact with your sensitive skin, a shiver shoots down your spine. Illumi's fingers squeeze your thighs slowly, the oil making his grip glide over your skin with unnerving ease. Each squeeze is precise, teasing, and the sensation is unbearable. You squirm, your body instinctively trying to escape, but the restraints hold you firmly in place.

"You're much more reactive here” Illumi comments, his fingers pressing slightly harder into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. "Are you more sensitive in this area?You're shaking more than before." His tone is, as always, devoid of emotion but the words themselves are maddeningly teasing, as though he's playing with you without even realizing it.

His hands glide up and down your thighs, squeezing, kneading the tender skin with agonizing slowness. You're desperate to close your legs, to shield yourself from the torment but the ropes keep them spread wide, leaving you utterly exposed to his meticulous touch.

The sensation is too much—his fingers, slick with oil, sliding along your skin, each squeeze sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness through your entire body.

"You can't stop squirming" Illumi observes, his voice as cold and detached as ever. His fingers slip higher, brushing dangerously close to even more sensitive spots. "It's fascinating how easily your body reacts to this. I'm barely applying pressure."

He continues his methodical exploration, his fingers squeezing your inner thighs with increasing intensity, sending waves of ticklish agony through you. You thrash in your bonds, trying to twist away, but there's nowhere to go. The ropes, the oil and Illumi's precise touch all combine to leave you completely at his mercy.

"Still trying to resist" he murmurs, his hands never stopping their torment. "I wonder how much longer you can last. The timer hasn't stopped yet."

Each squeeze of his hands drives you further into madness, the slick feeling of the oil heightening every sensation. You're caught in a relentless cycle of laughter, tears, and helplessness, and Illumi shows no sign of stopping. His fingers continue their deliberate torment, never rushing, always patient, as if he has all the time in the world to see just how far he can push you.

"You can't hold on much longer, can you?" he asks, his words so innocently cruel, still not realizing how much power they hold over you. "Let's see if this will finally break you."

Illumi's focus remains unwavering as he reaches for something else on the table. You can't see what it is until he pulls out a toothbrush and your heart races with confusion and dread. What could he possibly intend to do with that?

Before you can process the thought, he applies more baby oil directly into your bellybutton. The cool liquid pools there, causing you to immediately flinch and squirm, an instinctual reaction to the unexpected sensation. But that moment of discomfort pales in comparison to what happens next.

Illumi turns on the toothbrush and the soft whirring sound fills the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You watch, wide-eyed, as he brings the vibrating bristles closer. Panic floods through you just as he presses the toothbrush directly into your bellybutton. The sensation is like nothing you've ever experienced-an overwhelming mix of ticklishness and electric stimulation that sends your body jolting in shock.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Illumi says, his voice devoid of emotion but tinged with an unsettling hint of satisfaction. You jerk and squeal, laughter spilling from you uncontrollably. You can't help but squirm desperately, trying to escape this new level of torment, but the ropes holding your ankles apart keep you helpless.

Illumi watches with clinical interest, his expression betraying no hint of the pleasure you're in. "Your body is so responsive" he observes, almost as if he's analyzing a subject in a lab. "I wonder how much longer till you break."

As the electric toothbrush continues to vibrate relentlessly against your skin, you're caught between a blend of sensations that leaves you breathless. The laughter pours out of you, each jolt from the toothbrush triggering waves of ticklish agony that overwhelm your senses.

Illumi's other hand moves to your upper thigh, squeezing the soft flesh dangerously close to your most sensitive areas. "This area seems particularly sensitive" he notes, applying just enough pressure to elicit another round of desperate laughter from you. "I didn't expect you to react this strongly."

You try to wriggle away from him but he's relentless, holding your thigh firmly as he continues to torment you. "You look so vulnerable like this" he continues, his voice low and eerily calm. "It's fascinating to see how easily I can elicit these reactions from you."

"P-please" you manage to choke out between gasps of laughter but it's muffled by your frantic breaths. The electric toothbrush presses harder into your bellybutton, the vibrations sending shivers throughout your entire body and Illumi's fingers press deeper into your thigh, driving you further into madness.

"Please what?" he asks, his tone teasing yet indifferent. "Are you begging for mercy? I'd hate to disappoint you, but I want to see how far you can go before you reach your limit."

Your laughter rises in pitch, mingling with squeals as the toothbrush vibrates with relentless persistence. You're losing track of time, the sensations blurring together as Illumi expertly combines the tickling of your bellybutton with the pressure on your thigh.

Each movement of his fingers is calculated, designed to keep you on edge, to push you to your breaking point.

"I never thought tickle torture would be so fascinating," he continues, the smirk on his face growing wider with each reaction he draws from you. "But here we are, and you're quite the willing participant, aren't you?"

You can't respond, laughter overtaking your ability to think clearly and the humiliation of your situation only adds to your distress.

Illumi's eyes are locked on you, his focus unbroken, his demeanor as cold and calculating as ever.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, Illumi leans in closer, his expression slightly more animated as he observes your plight. "You know" he muses, "I wonder if you'd be able to speak if I removed that gag.Would you beg me to stop, or do you think you could endure it longer?"

The idea of speaking feels so far away, your laughter mixing with frantic gasps as the electric toothbrush continues its assault on your bellybutton. You're left helpless, caught in a cycle of ticklish madness, the timer ticking away as Illumi watches you with that unnerving focus, completely oblivious to how he's pushing you to the very edge.

Illumi finally removes the gag ball and the rush of air fills your lungs as you frantically yell for him to stop. “Please, Illumi! You have to stop!” Tears stream down your face, the laughter still bubbling beneath the surface but now mixed with genuine desperation. You’re trembling, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s inflicted upon you.

He pauses for just a moment and you can see a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches your frantic reaction. “Tickling really can be quite an effective torture technique” he remarks, almost scientifically, as if he’s taking notes on your distress. There’s a coldness to his voice, an unsettling calmness that makes your heart race.

You’re still reeling from the intensity of the experience when Illumi leans in closer, his expression unreadable. He lifts his hand to show you the timer he had set on the table and horror washes over your face as you see it counting down. The numbers blink steadily: 4 hours.

“No… no, no!” you cry out, panic rising in your chest. “You can’t be serious!”

He simply watches you, his gaze unwavering, as you plead with him. “I won’t stop until the timer is done” he replies coldly, as if stating a fact. “It’s all part of the experiment. I want to see just how long you can endure this.”

“Please, Illumi! I can’t take it anymore!” Your voice trembles, tears streaming down your cheeks as the weight of the situation sinks in. The thought of four more hours of this torture feels unbearable and the reality that he seems completely unaffected by your distress only heightens your fear.

He doesn’t respond immediately, instead taking a moment to observe your emotional state. The contrast between your vulnerability and his icy demeanor is striking. “You’re still laughing” he notes, almost thoughtfully, as if trying to dissect your reactions further. “That’s interesting. It seems like your body is responding in ways you don’t expect.”

“I’m begging you!” you sob, trying to catch your breath. “Just let me go! I can’t handle it!”

Illumi tilts his head slightly, as if considering your words. “You’re begging, yet your body is still reacting to the tickling” he points out, an unsettling smirk creeping onto his face. “It’s fascinating, really. You’re caught between wanting it to stop and not being able to control your laughter.”

“Please!” you cry again, feeling the heat of humiliation creeping up your face. “This isn’t funny!”

His smirk only widens, a chilling contrast to the torment he’s inflicting. “Perhaps not for you” he concedes, his fingers moving back to your thighs, teasingly close to your most sensitive areas. “But I find it quite amusing.”

Without another word, he resumes his torturous pace, the electric toothbrush buzzing back to life as he presses it into your bellybutton once more. The sensation floods you again, stronger than before, mixing with the overwhelming urgency of your pleas. “Illumi! No! Please stop!”

But his only reply is the cold, calculating look in his eyes as he expertly manipulates your reactions, digging deeper into your ribs and squeezing your thighs, drawing forth another round of laughter mixed with cries of desperation.

“I suppose I’ll just have to keep testing how much you can handle” he says, his tone almost playful as he continues the relentless torment. “Let’s see if you can last the full four hours.”

Each second stretches into eternity as you’re left to face the reality of his experiment, the timer counting down while your laughter and pleas fill the room. Illumi’s focus is unbroken, a cold observer of your suffering, and you’re left with nothing but the knowledge that he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

[tickly-stuff]

IF U STILL DO HXH CAN U DO LEE!Gon and ler!killua

it is 12:26 on a school night BUT LETS LIGHT THIS JOINT‼️🔥

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Predator And Prey

hunter x hunter⚡️

Summary: Gon and Killua play a simple game of predator and prey. But what if the predator knows your weaknesses?

After a loud rainstorm

that seemed to have lasted forever, the sun finally peaked out and shined its bliss on all of the land. Dew droplets were on pretty green grass, beautiful blossoming flowers showed their colors in the light, and strong, tall trees glistened in the warmth of the sun. If you took a minute to stop and listen, you could hear the birds singing a glorious tune.

But who had time for that?

The rushing sound

of footsteps that were pounding on the floor awoke Gon from his daydream. Followed by the statement:

“IM CATCHING UP!”

A platinum blonde shadow

bolted past all of the greenery and floral, scaring away all the singing birds. The green tipped haired boy immediately rushed to his feet and took off.

He ran as fast as he could

but the sound of panting echoed behind him. As soon as he knew it he was tackled to the ground with:

“GOTCHA!”

“Got you again! What was that..? Fourth time?”Killua teased as he pinned the poor hunter to the floor. Gon rolled his eyes at the feat with his face a light pink of embarrassment.

“Oh big whoop! We both know your stronger AND faster! Besides.. I could beat you any day with you as prey.” Gon whispered under his breath, praying that Killua wouldn’t hear.

Killua did in fact hear the remark and a sudden flash of aggravation flushed over him but he took a minute recognize Gon’s position. The hunters arms were over his head and killua had straddled his knees so he quite frankly, couldn’t move. Instead of anger a big smirk was plastered on his face.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Killua pestered with one of his hands in a claw position ready to strike.

“Hm? Oh uhm.. nothing! It was nothing!” Gon snapped back immediately.

“Your funeral.”

The platinum blondie started to poke and prod at Gon’s sides, counting each rib, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Killuhaha that tihihickles!” Gon attempted to protest through small muffled giggles, moving his torso in the process since that was to only part of his body that was mobile.

“Oh? I dihidn’t notice. My bahad, I’ll stop.” Killua mocked as he moved to a different position from poking his ribs to scratching gently under his arms.

“NoHOho!! ThahAh’ts wohorse!!” Gon exclaimed as his once muffled giggles went up an octave as he squirmed as his attempt to cover them seemed to wear off.

“That STILL tickles? Jeez, aren’t you picky.” Killua rolled his eyes and stated with sarcasm as he thought to move from his underarms to a weak spot. He began to delicately squeeze his knees.

“KIHILLUAHA!!!” Gon screeched as he arched his back a little bit. Honestly they were both in anticipation. Killua, to see how long Gon would last, and Gon, to see how more he could take. And when Killua would strike.

“Gosh, I can’t focus with you laughing. Hey! Guess what your punishment is!” Killua asked as he began position his self to where Gon could only move the lower half of his body with his hands stuck.

“Are you going to tickle mehe?”

“Ding ding ding!”

He finally dove in. His hands were so agile and fast, Gon didn’t know how to react. At first they were at his thighs, then knees, then underarms, then neck then stomach, and the whole process would repeat.

“Hey Gon I have a song I wanna sing you! Do you wanna hear it?” Killua asked the poor hunter and waited for his answer.

“NOHOHOHO STOHOHOP!!” Was all that came out of Gon’s wide smile.

“No!? How rude! Oh well, your opinion doesn’t matter anyways! Here goes nothin’!” Killua stated as he began to count Gon’s:

Every.

Individual.

Rib.

This sent the poor boy into hysterics as he kicked left and right. Whereas killua wanted to be as safe as possible, knowing that his claws could kill Gon, he had to be very very very gentle.

“The itsty bitsy spiiider went up the water spout. Down came the- ugh Gon!! Can you stop laughing!? Now I have to restart!” Killua teased as he repeated the song from the beginning.

“KIHIHILLUAHAAA NOHOHO! THIHIS IHIS CRUHUEL!!” Gon screamed as his eyes started to fill with tears as he arched his back, shook his head and kicked his legs.

“Cruel? Me? How dare you!! This calls for maximum punishment.” The younger hunter began to cease his assault and take a deep breath while raising Gon’s shirt.

He took the biggest breath he could take, waited a few seconds, and-

“PBBLLLFFTTTTT!!!!!”

Gon.

Went.

Ballistic.

It felt like.. well words couldn’t describe it. Like a bajillion bolts of lightning flowing through your veins. Or.. a million feathers in your ear or.. whatever the point is IT TICKLED LIKE CRAZY.

After that raspberry Killua finally stopped his tickle attack for what seemed like ages, praying that Gon was still alive.

“Hey, you okay?” Killua asked with genuine concern.

“okay..? okay? IM MORE THAN OKAY!” Gon said as he jumped up to his feet, teary eyed and pink.

“That’s a relief!” Killua exclaimed as he slowly stood up and dusted off his shorts.

“This time though..” Gon started.

“I wanna be predator.”

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OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS AMATIOUS I AM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS

got hella distracted and procrastinated BUT ITS DONEEE‼️💪🏽

now idk about yall but im gonna take a snooze

PEACE‼️✌🏽

[someone1348]

For the hunter x hunter fic

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 21: Wake Up! - (Vampire Hunters!AU - ler!William, lee!Clara)

Summary: Inspired by the Evil! Mrs. Afton AU/headcanon, combined with William's evil, combined with hunting vampires! Sounds like a perfect match, right? // Warning for spiciness and innuendo.

...

"Wake up, Clara, we're hunting vampires!" William whispered seductively in his wife's ear. She was covered in blankets, only her head and hands visible.

However, Clara had just about enough of this. It was always 'hunt vampires with me!', it was never 'spend a candlelit dinner with me!' She pulled a pillow over her head.

"You hunt them. I just want to rest."

He got into bed with her.

"What's wrong, dear...?" Carefully, he brushed a section of her blonde hair with his fingers. "Is something upsetting you...?"

She took him by surprise when she turned around. "Oh, I don't know! Maybe the only times my husband wants to spend time with me is when we kill stuff together! What happened to just us...?!"

"Oh." He pulled his hand away, realizing he may have messed up. "I-I apologize... I never meant to..."

Pulling the covers off of herself, Clara got out of bed and stood up. She was already in her vampire hunter's outfit. Far from anything traditional, the outfit consisted of a long cape, a leather shirt that showed off some cleavage and her midriff, a frilly skirt that fell almost to her knees and knee-high black boots. There were also black leather gloves she'd decided not to wear tonight.

She put her hands on her hips, staring down at her husband still in bed.

"Well, are we going...?"

He felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"T-that's a trick question, and you know it!"

"I got all dressed up for it... may as well."

William thought for a moment.

"Hmm... No, no. I promised you something nice. We'll do that candle lit dinner you wanted. How about that...?"

She smiled. "Alright. But what about my outfit? Should I get changed...?"

He shook his head. "You look beautiful. And besides... I want you all to myself tonight~"

...

The dinner was nice, but now she'd have to decide what she was going to do. Perhaps they could have a night to themselves...? After all, they weren't the town's only vampire hunters.

Her thoughts were cut off when she felt arms around her and suddenly she was lifted into the air!

"Eeek! Put me down!" She screeched. William laughed and set her down in bed.

Then his arms were around her and she was being tickled all over!

"HEHEHHEHHEEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEEE! WILLY!! PLEHEHEHHEHEASE!!" She squealed as she thrashed around.

"HAHAHA! This is what you get for tickling me yesterday!" He grinned. Yesterday she'd taken advantage of his shirtless Vampire Hunter's outfit to get all of his weak spots, so he thought he may as well return the favor. "Oh goodness me! Your armpits have no protection!"

"EEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!" She clamped her arms down, trapping his hands in her armpits in the process. "STAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAP!"

"I would love to my dear, but your shrieks are music to my ears!"

Once his hands were free, he explored other places on her torso. Finding her bare belly, he grinned. As he poked her, she let out a shriek and tried to roll over.

"Oh my, what is this...? I think it's a weak spot! Oh, and look - a ticklish little cavern! As his other fingers traced her belly, one finger explored her belly button, and she shrieked and laughed harder.

"HEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHHEEHHEEEEHEEE! WILLIAM!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! I CAHAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!! IHIHIHIH'M TOOHOOOHHOO TICKLISH!!!"

He laughed along with her. "Should have thought of that before you were oh so cruel to me yesterday."

There was more shrill laughter, screeching and thrashing. He took the opportunity to tickle all over her sides, hips, and back. Finally, William let go and lay beside her as she breathed heavily.

"Well then. What do you think? Have I proven that I'm completely in love with you?" His voice got lower as he whispered in her ear. "Or do I need to prove myself further...?"

She giggled and pushed him away, with an affectionate tone. "Dearie... Let me catch my breath first!"

[giggly-toybox]

If you could tickle or be tickled by any character, which one would you choose?

Thanks for the question, anon!

The character I would tickle is definitely Kai

And the character I would want to be tickled by is definitely Illumi