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A Good Distraction

Fic Descript: After what felt like a particularly poor performance training with your brothers, you're feeling pretty shitty. Luckily, your brothers know how to calm you down and get you back to your usual upbeat self.

~A/N  - Sorry this took a while ^^

Got a request for a spn fic:

(also I checked with them and they're ok for a gender neutral reader)

I know feelings on 'cheer-up tickles' often vary, but I feel like I've got a pretty solid way to make them work so that everyone can enjoy it

Hope it's what you were looking for ^^

- Enoy! ~

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For the most part, you absolutely lived for hunting with your brothers. It was your world, and you loved every moment of it.

But sometimes, that little voice of doubt would creep into your head and question whether you were really good enough to stand next to them.

This was one of those moments.

You were making your way down the halls of the bunker, having just finished a training session - covering the whole range of strength, cardio, accuracy, and combat - and for some reason you felt completely off today.

You had tired earlier than usual, your sprint times were significantly slower than last time, for some reason you struggled to concentrate on the multitude of homemade targets the boys had set up in their diy firing range, and to top it all off, Dean had landed a few more hits than usual when you were sparring together. None that properly hurt your body, just your pride.

To put it bluntly, you felt like shit.

And, your brain being the lovely brain it is, was taking your thoughts and running with them.

You're kidding yourself if you think you'll ever be half as good as Sam and Dean.

They only keep you around cause they have to, if you weren't related to them they'd have dropped you at the nearest motel and high-tailed it.

They wish they could just train properly without you.

By this point, you had accepted defeat. Tonight was a hide-under-the-covers-and-cry kind of night, and you just wanted to make it to your room before your mind had any other fun ideas to make you feel even worse. Sleep seemed like your only way out of this funk.

Unfortunately, as well as having a keen sense for hunting, your brothers also had a keen sense for when something was wrong.

"You good Y/N?" Dean called from behind you, right as you went to reach for the door handle.

You nodded silently without thinking, your attention currently preoccupied by holding back the tears prickling at your eyes, and pushed the door open.

You didn't have to look back to know your response only heightened Dean's worry for you. You were never quiet after training, even if you had pushed to the brink of exhaustion.

So, of course, a few moments after you collapsed onto your bed, Dean gently knocked on the half-open door.

You gave an unintelligible mumble to allow him inside, and he slowly made his way over.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He said with a soft half-chuckle, laying a hand on your shoulder.

That was enough to break your resolve.

You shook your head, trying to keep your breathing steady as the teardrops slid down your nose. The room slowly filled with silence, Dean clearly looking for something to say or do to help you feel better.

Just to make sure he knew you weren't upset at him, you rolled over and wrapped your arms awkwardly around his waist - tucking your head under your arm on Dean's leg. It was a little difficult, with him sitting upright and you laying down, but he got the message.

"You wanna tell me about it?" Dean ran his blunt fingernails through your hair a few times, knowing that always relaxed you. "Maybe I can help?"

You thought about it for a minute, but before you considered if you should respond or not Sam's voice came from the doorway.

"Everything ok?" He asked, and you knew the exact look of concern that would be pressing on his brow.

As the bed creaked under a third body's weight, you knew you probably weren't going to get out of this without saying something to your brothers. They would never force you to talk, of course, and if you needed some alone time they'd oblige - no questions asked - but they certainly wouldn't stop looking out for you over the next while until they knew you were ok again.

How difficult it is having a caring family.

"I just feel like I was crap today." You admitted, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

Dean sighed sympathetically, moving his fingers down to gently scratch across your back. You released the last bit of air you had been holding and relaxed into his touch, silently grateful they weren't pushing more of an explanation and were just letting you calm down.

After a few moments though, Dean's fingertips strayed a little too close to the right side of your back. You were so chilled out you didn't even realise you had let a giggle slip as you flinched under his touch.

"Shit, sorry." Dean said softly. "Wasn't trying to tickle you."

"It's nice." You once again murmured - too relaxed to properly consider how embarrassing that admission would usually be.

"Are you sure?" Dean half-laughed in surprise. "You're ridiculously ticklish, and most people hate being tickled at the best of times."

Well, in for a penny in for a pound.

You nodded, trying to suppress the flush forming on your cheeks. "It's a good distraction."

Dean gave a single, silent chuckle, before continuing to softly scratch his fingernails along your ribs. Gentle giggles flowed effortlessly out of your mouth with each touch, your torso occasionally leaning to one side if he his a particularly ticklish spot. As Sam's hands joined in rubbing your lower back, your crappy thoughts dissipated leaving you to half fall asleep.

"Are you sure it's ok?" Dean asked again, breaking the comfortable silence.

You laughed in response, "If you worry any harder you're head's gonna explode."

That earned a gasp.

"I'm helping you you little shit!" Dean grinned, poking up your sides - this time with ticklish intent.

You squealed, hands rushing into position to protect yourself (but not actively working against Dean's just yet).

"Yeah, that's no way to talk to your brother!" Sam added. "Though now I'm wondering if you were trying to get a reaction like that..."

"Nohohoho!" You shook your head, giggles spilling out of your grinning mouth. "Screhew yohou bohoth!"

"Oh you're definitely asking for it." Dean chuckled, and was about to pin your arms above your head when you suddenly twisted away from his grasp and shot your hands under his arms.

The oldest Winchester cackled, flinging himself backwards onto the bed to escape your wriggling fingertips wreaking havoc on one of his most ticklish spots. And, never one to give up the opportunity to annoy his brother, Sam joined your attack by squeezing Dean's hips.

With the three of you wrapped in a tickly tangle, your worries of today's training session faded into the past. Thankfully your brothers would always be there to cheer you up.

[bunnis-monsters]

Just find it so cute when a puppy!hybrid does something wrong so they roll onto their back and expose their belly hoping you’ll forgive them by showing submission…

And it’s hard to stay mad at them when they’re making kneading motions in the air and giving you those puppy dog eyes… but fortunately you’re a human, not a hybrid, and those puppy mannerisms only get them so far.

So you get on top and punish them with blowing raspberries on their belly, keeping them pinned under you. They yelp and squeal, kicking their legs and letting out little barks until you pull away, satisfied.

“Stop chewing up my stuff, pup. You know better. Next time, I’ll bite you too.”

But this just makes them all horny, feeling hot and bothered at your asserting yourself…

[alastor-simp]

"Ticklish, My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader Oneshot

"Knock-knock, my dear!" Alastor was waiting for you to open you bedroom door. He sought you out to help calm himself down after dealing with Angel's raunchy flirts. He nearly destroyed the lobby with his tentacles, but thankfully Charlie was able to stop him before he went to far and nearly send Angel to double hell. "Its open Al!", you yelled out from the other side of the door. Entering inside, Alastor saw you next to your bed, holding up a black dress, along with other clothes laying on the bed. Smiling wider, he made his way over to you: "Salutations, my dear! What are you doing on this fine evening?" Smiling back, you held the dress closer to your body and faced the mirror: "Nothing much. Niffty happened to have gone shopping and she got me some cute clothes, so I wanted to try them on, but I don't know which one to try first." Alastor continued to stare at you as you stayed facing the mirror, then he turned his attention to the dress in your hands and the others on the bed. The dresses on your bed was a short gothic black dress with long lace sleeves, a blue and white polka dot front dress with a bow, and a short red cocktail dress with a black lace front. (Dress images are below)

His eyes were drawn more to the cocktail dress, so he grabbed that one and approached you. Turning around, you saw Alastor holding up one of the dresses: "Try on this one, my dear!" Thanking Al, you grabbed the red dress and headed towards the bathroom to put it on.

As Al watched you leave to the bathroom, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked over your room. Eyeing the wall, he saw the photos that you had taken of him and the others. Some were of Charlie and Vaggie being an adorable couple, some were of Husk and Angel passed out together, and the others were all group photos. Alastor smiled at the photo you had taken of him. He was inside his radio tower, leaning back against the chair, smiling as he gave his broadcast. The both of you had become the best of friends when he first arrived at the hotel to offer Charlie his services. The both of you bonded over your love for music and also had a love for pranking people, which came in handy when you both wanted to annoy Angel. Lost in thought, Alastor's ears jolted when he heard you call his name. Turning around, his eyes grew wide as he saw you walk out wearing the beautiful dress. Smiling shyly, you had tried on the dress, but you were not able to reach the zipper, so you asked if Al would be able to help you. “Of course, my dear! Allow me!", he said as told you to face the window to give him better access to the zipper.

*Zipppp*, Alastor had succeeded in zipping up your dress, and placed his hands on your hips: "There we are my dear! You look extravagant!" Jumping up from the contact, you moved away from Alastor: "WAH! Don't touch me there!" Wrapping your arms across your abdomen, covering your sides, you backed away from Al, who was staring at you confused. "Why the strange reaction my dear? Are you injured by any chance?", Alastor said as he tiled his head at you, still frozen in shock at your reaction. Shaking your head at Alastor, you told him you were fine and said to him what the real reason was: "S-orry for overreacting. Its just I'm very ticklish there." Alastor took a second to process your words, then he inched closer to you, his smile turned mischievous and his eyes were locked on you like you were prey. "Ticklish, my dear?" Realizing what was happening, you backed up against the mirror and pleaded with Al. Alastor inched closer and closer to you, as he was wriggling his fingers at you. Trying to find a way out, you sidestepped him and rushed for the door. *SNAP* Hearing a snap from behind you, your body teleported and landed on your bed. Trying to get up, you were then felt something wrap around your legs and arms, and realized Al was using his black tentacles to hold you in place: "AL! LET ME GO!" Craning your head up, you saw Alastor at the foot of your bed, smiling as big as the Joker, before he sat down and crawled his way on top of you.

"*Evil cackling* No can do, my dear!" Alastor then placed his hands on your sides, and began to rapidly tickle you. "NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOPPPPPPPP!!" You screamed out, while squirmed around trying to break free from the tentacles. "Laugh my dear!", Al said as he was finding this very entertaining, enjoying the sounds of your laughter. You were starting to run out of breath from Al's tickle attack, as you kept trying to move and screamed out: "AL! ENOUGH! PLEASE! UNCLE! UNCLE!" After a few more minutes, Alastor stopped tickling you, and allowed you to breathe. "HAHA! Enjoyed yourself my dear?" Alastor smiled down at you, as he snapped his fingers, releasing you from the black tendrils. "Pant-pant Your an a**." You panted out your answer, as you glared at Alastor. Alastor smiled wider: "Incorrect! I'm a dear, darling!" You noticed that Al was still sitting on the bed, and your arms were free now. Feeling it was time for some payback, you placed your hands on his torso and tickled him back: "PAYBACK!" You continued to move your fingers, but Alastor was not squirming in the slightest. Looking up at him, you saw that he was still smiling at you with his eyebrow raised. "Are you not ticklish?" you asked him, as you dropped your hands down, stopping your tickle payback. Shaking his head was a clear answer to you that he was not ticklish. "Afraid not, my dear! Looks like your plan for payback failed!", he said while smirking down at you, leaning closer to your face as he was still hovering over you.

The both of you said nothing as you stopped and stared at each other. Your heart was going a mile a minute as you kept staring at Al's eyes, wondering what the heck was going on! Before you knew it, you felt a peck on your forehead, and Al quickly removed himself from the position, and got off the bed, facing away from you with his hands behind his back. "Well I must be off, darling! Time for another broadcast! Au revoir, my dear!", Al said as he made his way to the door, and walked out, leaving you in a state of shock. "W-w-what was t-hat? Did he j-j-ust kiss my forehead?!, your thoughts were in shambles as you were trying to peace together what just happened. It felt like it was a million degrees in the room, based on how hot your face felt. You knew Al wasn't interested in relationships or anything involving romance, so why did he kiss you on the forehead. Heaving a sigh, you fell back against the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on your face, as you kicked your legs up and down.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Desperate Measures

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Word count: 5703

Content / warnings: swearing, a lot of sexual tension, steamy kissing, suggestive humour, tickle fic, implied sex

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a romantic and intimate storyline between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: hello! I've come out of the woodwork to drop this random fic, thinking some of you may enjoy some wild sexual tension, teasing, and ruthless ler!loki I felt randomly compelled to write. I can't make any good-faith promises regarding future writing, so I'll just share this for now. All the love <3

The air in the gym was still and heavy, the only sound breaking the silence was the steady rhythm of your fists connecting with the punching bag. You were alone, intentionally so, using the late hour to work through a restless energy that had been gnawing at you for days.

Well, months, really.

There had been something about the Compound lately, something about him that made it hard to focus, hard to sleep.

The leather of the bag thudded under your punches, each strike sharp and measured as you practiced your form. But as effective as the session was at releasing some pent-up tension, you couldn’t ignore the nagging realisation that it wasn’t quite enough. And you didn't know what would be.

Then you heard him - felt him, really, before he spoke. Loki’s presence always announced itself in a subtle way. A shift in the air, a sense of something electric.

The low, velvety voice followed, as if materialising from the shadows. “This hardly seems like a fair fight.”

You froze for the briefest second, your fist still mid-air, before lowering your arm and turning to face him. There he stood, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed casually over his chest. He looked entirely too composed for someone who had just caught you off guard, but that was Loki’s way. His dark hair framed his sharp features, and his eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief. “Rather a waste of energy, fighting something that won’t hit back.” A pause, an assessment, a tilt of his head in challenge. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Your pulse quickens, though you��d never let it show. With Loki, you’d learned to keep your guard up. His constant presence, the lingering stares, the flirtatious banter - you still couldn't tell if it was all fun and games to him, or... if he actually...

“I’m practicing my form,” you replied, trying to keep your tone steady despite the warmth that was starting to spread up your neck.

He smirked, tilting his head as he regarded you with a dark glint in his eye. “If it’s form you’re after, perhaps a real opponent would better suit your needs. I’d be happy to assist.” The words hung in the air between you, their weight heavy with invitation.

You hesitated, your heart suddenly pounding for an entirely different reason. Sparring with Loki? Not smart. The man - the god - was unpredictable, dangerous. You weren’t an idiot; in the field, you’d leave threats like Loki to the bigger guns like Steve, or Thor. But here, in the controlled environment of the gym, with no weapons and only the hum of underlying tension between you two, it felt different.

Risky in a way that had nothing to do with physical harm.

Still, you felt a thrill shoot through you at the thought. Something about his attention always made you feel alive, a little reckless.

You wiped the sweat from your brow and tilted your head. “Not sure this is a smart idea, Loki. I usually leave the big threats to the super soldiers and gods.”

His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “You’ll do just fine.” His tone was smooth, almost coaxing, as if you’d already agreed.

You rolled your eyes, turning toward the mats, feeling his presence at your back as he followed you. You were trying your best to seem unaffected, but his proximity set your skin alight.

Every step toward the sunken sparring area in the centre of the gym felt like a countdown. When you stepped down the couple of stairs onto the mats, you turned to face him, only to find him much closer than you expected. His height, the way he loomed just slightly, was intoxicating. He was so unfairly beautiful. And he knew it.

You gave him a look, a mix of challenge and uncertainty, trying to hide how affected you were. But Loki noticed everything. His eyes flicked briefly to your lips before settling back on your gaze.

“So what now?” you asked, your voice coming out a bit more breathless than you intended.

“Now,” Loki began, circling you slowly, his movements graceful, predatory, “we see what you’re truly made of.”

You squared your shoulders, keeping your stance neutral, trying to maintain your focus. But the energy between you felt charged, almost too much to ignore. Loki was testing you, as he always did - pushing buttons, seeing how far he could go before your unaffected facade slipped. You weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of showing how much he got under your skin. But, deep down, you knew that you weren't fooling him.

After one revolution around your body, he stopped in front of you, that smirk still playing on his lips. You didn’t wait for him to make the first move. You lunged forward, aiming a strike toward his midsection, but he dodged it easily, too fast, too graceful. He didn’t retaliate. Not yet. He was baiting you, letting you come to him. Typical.

Your next punch was aimed higher, toward his chest, but he caught your wrist mid-air. His grip was firm, but not painful, his skin cool against yours. He raised an eyebrow, almost amused.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he murmured.

You twisted out of his hold, stepping back to reassess. Your heart was racing, not just from the sparring, but from the feel of him, his hand, his eyes locked on yours like a predator toying with its prey. There was something dangerous in the way he moved, something inherently sensual in the way his body seemed to flow, effortless yet lethal.

You tried again, going low this time, aiming a sweeping kick toward his legs. He sidestepped, but not fast enough. You caught him just enough to throw him slightly off balance, and his smile widened. You could've sworn a gleam of admiration flickered in his eyes.

“Not bad,” he said, before moving on you.

Suddenly, he was in your pocket, faster than you anticipated, and before you could block, he had you pinned. One arm locked around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the other catching your wrist, holding it firmly above your head. He hooked one leg around yours and controlled the descent of your bodies. Your back hit the mats with a soft thud, him directly above you, and you gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. Not fully from the impact, more from the overwhelming sensation of his body pressing against yours.

For a moment, everything stilled. You were trapped beneath him, and he was so close, his breath warm against your neck, his body hovering over yours, just a breath away from full contact. The weight of him, the way he held you so effortlessly, sent a rush of heat through you.

Loki’s eyes bored into yours, dark and intense, and there was no mistaking the shift in the air. The playfulness was still there, but underneath it was something deeper, something charged with heat and anticipation.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” His voice was a low purr, his lips dangerously close.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words. His hand was still wrapped around your wrist, his thumb brushing the inside of it in lazy circles, a deliberate tease. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse jumped beneath his touch, trying not to wonder if he could hear it. Feel it.

He lowered his brow, “You clearly haven’t been trained by anyone outside of Midgard.”

His words pricked at your pride, and you glared up at him, breathless, as you tried to wrench your wrist free. “Of course not,” you retorted, a bit sharper than you’d intended. “Not all of us have had the privilege of an intergalactic education.”

His expression softened for just a heartbeat, a glimmer of something that might've almost be concern, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a look of pragmatism. “That won’t do,” he said simply, releasing you, pulling you to your feet with an ease of strength that made your heart stutter.

“There are… larger threats than you’ve known. You need to understand how they fight.” His voice dropped to a low rumble. "Or you won't stand a chance."

You swallowed thickly, the implication heavy between you, and found yourself unable to look away, captivated by the intensity in his eyes, the subtle promise that lingered just beneath his calm disposition.

In his own strange way, he was offering to train you.

In that moment, it felt like the tension, the unspoken attraction that had been building between you over the months, was ready to snap. The rational part of you is screaming that this was dangerous, that whatever this was, it was a risk you shouldn’t take; putting yourself in the situation to be in constant close quarters with someone who already set you on a steep edge could only end in a heart-wrenching longing.

But as you met Loki’s gaze, defiance and something far more potent flared within you, and you couldn't deny the pull.

“Show me, then,” you whispered, your voice steady, even as your heart pounded furiously in your chest.

He smirked, a dark satisfaction flickering across his face as he stepped closer still. “Very well,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The gym was empty, as it usually was this time of night, save for the low hum of your breathing and the solid thud of your body against the mats, the result of another frustrating sparring session with Loki.

It had been weeks of this. A rhythm that’d somehow become normal, sparring sessions where you were pushed to your limits and left feeling exhausted but invigorated.

Loki’s method of training was relentless, unforgiving, and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The techniques he taught you - sharp, brutal movements, counters that defy human logic - had already sharpened your skills in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

He was maddening and insufferable, with his mocking commentary and easy confidence, but he had made you better.

You would flush to admit how much you looked forward to the few sessions each week. Because though you had trained with all kinds of opponents, none of them compared to the dark, infuriating figure currently pinning you to the ground.

He loomed above you, his body pressed just enough against yours to keep you in place, the thin sheen of sweat on your skin making the friction of his hold electric. You were breathless, chest rising and falling as you stared up at him, face inches from his as he flashed that knowing grin.

Unfortunately, this had become a very normal position to find yourself in. Loki never let you win, and never let you up without an admission of defeat, saying allowing such things would only breed complacence.

“Ready to surrender, darling?” His voice was dark silk, the smugness woven through every syllable. His eyes traveled over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks, your parted lips as you caught your breath. “Again? What are we, zero-and-thirty?”

The mix of arrogance and barely-contained amusement in his expression made your irritation bubble over.

"Go to hell."

"Charming," he replied, arching a brow. "By all means, keep on with your futile attempts to escape," he shrugged with indifference, further stoking your frustration. "I do so enjoy this part."

Your jaw ticked. You were tired, flustered, not any more used to his proximity even after weeks of this. You thought you'd be desensitised to his flirting, his touch... him, but, if anything, it was all pulling you closer to the edge of desperation.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

At least, that's what you told yourself. In reality, you weren't thinking. You couldn't have been thinking, given that no one in your position would've considered such a foolish move.

In a final, desperate move, a slapdash attempt to get him off of you without having to surrender, your fingers darted to his sides, pressing into his ribs in a way that might, with any luck, give him a taste of his own teasing medicine.

But the instant your fingers touched him, and he merely flinched once, you knew you'd made a careless mistake, and a devastating one at that.

This was something you could never take back.

He stilled, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips. His gaze slowly shifted down to where your hands rested on his torso, and when he looked back up, the mischievous gleam in his eyes turned predatory.

“Oh?" His voice dropping to a dangerously low, delicious murmur, “You’ve just made an exceptionally poor choice.”

Your stomach dropped, and a tsunami of regret hitting you instantly. “Wait. Loki, I didn’t-”

“You want to play, hmm?” His smirk only widened as he leaned in, his grip tightening. “How delightful. Do carry on.”

“Please, I'm sorry,” you gasped, trying to push at his chest, already breathless. “I wasn't thinking- Loki, please!” You could feel your cheeks growing warm, laughter bubbling up as he held you firm. "I'm sorry!"

“Shh,” he crooned, his smirk deepening. “No need to waste your precious breath.”

"Oh no, please, not this," you laughed despite your wincing, pushing harder at his shoulders. It did nothing.

“Begging already?” His fingers found your sides, pinning them as his thumbs pressed firmly into the sensitive skin above your hips. “You might regret that even more, darling.”

Before you could protest, his fingers began to move, an unrelenting, devastating rhythm that sent a jolt of sensation through your body. Your attempts to fight it crumbled instantly as laughter spilled from your lips, your hands still trying, and failing, to push his away.

“Loki! N-no-” you gasped between giggles, squirming beneath him as his fingers worked with merciless precision. He watched you with keen fascination, clearly enjoying the effects of his touch on you far too much. His thumbs traced slow, calculated circles against your ribs, each movement skilled and targeted, attuning his touch at a terrifying speed. Learning how to deliver a masterful torture, designed just for you.

“Oh, I think yes,” he replied, his voice a teasing purr. “And to think, all it takes to make you crumble is a little tickling. How... adorably human.” His words were as wicked as his touch, his fingers finding every sensitive spot along your ribs, raking over your skin with a tormenting ease.

Your laughter only grew, helpless and unbidden, your body writhing beneath him as you tried to twist away from his relentless fingers. But the press of his body against yours, the heat of his breath, and the smirk on his lips were driving you to the edge in more ways than one.

“You know,” he continued, one hand slipping higher along your ribs, while the other skated down your side in search of a new vulnerable spot, “you really should have thought this through.” He watched as you struggled to speak, your protests dissolving into helpless laughter as pinched the soft spot above your hip in a steady rhythm. “But I suppose thinking things through isn’t exactly your strong suit, is it?”

Another fit of giggles burst from you, the words “Shut up- Loki, I swear-” managing to slip through the laughter before his searching hand found an especially sensitive spot just above your knee. Your leg jerked, and you could barely contain the yelp that escaped you.

“Oh, now that's a good spot, isn't it?” he mused, his smirk widening as he kept his fingers there, watching with satisfaction as you writhed in his grip. His thumb and middle finger cratered into your skin, moving in small, unrelenting circles against the muscle, each pass drawing a louder, more desperate laugh from you.

Every time your laughter began to steady, Loki would adjust, finding fresh angles to torment that same spot, leaving you gasping and breathless, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The sound of his satisfied chuckle only made the entire ordeal more maddening, his smirk widening with every helpless laugh he drew from you.

The muscles of your core ached, already weakened from the near hour of sparring you'd endured before this ordeal, and your desperation mounted as you realised just how completely you were at his mercy.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, his voice mockingly sympathetic. “All those threats you make, all those fighting words... yet-"

The door to the gym opened suddenly, and two figures stepped inside. Loki didn’t miss a beat, glancing up to find Steve and Bucky standing there, their faces caught between surprise and amusement at the scene before them. Loki merely grinned, unperturbed, as though they were expected guests.

“Ah, gentlemen, so kind of you to join us.” His fingers didn't stop, not even for a moment. Your breath hitched between laughs. “She’s been begging for mercy. Tell me, don’t you train your people to withstand a bit of torture?”

“Steve!” you gasped, trying and failing to sit up as Loki’s fingers dug into your ribs with a terrifying precision. The hand at your knee gave a quick pulse and you shrieked, giving a violent kick of your leg that somehow dislodged his hand. “Bucky- help!”

The two men exchanged a look, an unmistakable smirk crossing their faces as they watched you squirm beneath Loki’s touch, now at both of your sides.

Steve folded his arms, tilting his head as if considering your plea. “Seems like you've bitten off more than you can chew,” he said, lips quirking up in amusement.

“You're gonna have to get yourself out of this one,” Bucky added with smirk.

"Please!" You squeaked when Loki wrapped his hands around your hips once more, squeezing and pressing as you plead through helpless giggles. "I-I'll do anything- just- j-just help me, please!"

“Anything?” Loki murmurs, his voice low and smooth as he leans down, stilling his hands just long enough for you to catch your breath. “My, my, this sounds like quite the liability. Is this all it takes to break you?” His fingers latched onto both of your knees with renewed vigour, eliciting a shriek and then a fresh burst of laughter.

You were too far gone to respond, tears gathering in your eyes as you twisted under his touch, utterly powerless to escape. His words, his steady, relentless taunts, were maddening, each one sinking in deeper as his fingers found every vulnerable place that left you laughing helplessly beneath him.

Your cheeks burned as you tried to wriggle away from his fingers, laughter turning desperate as his hands traced the sensitive muscles along your thighs. “L-Loki, please—”

Loki casted a glance at Steve and Bucky, his voice dropping to a lower, more mocking tone. “Her training is sorely lacking. She's reckless, susceptible…" he looked back down to you with a sly grin, "and seems to lack any sense of risk analysis. Taking me on, indeed.”

You were incredulous - as much as you could be in your position - and you tried to protest, tried to tell them that it was Loki’s idea to spar in the first place, but the words won’t come. Loki’s hands had you too helpless, laughter spilling from your lips as he smirked down at you with an expression of pure satisfaction.

Bucky shrugged, grinning as he watched your futile struggle. “Maybe we need to work on conditioning that out of her.”

“Oh, no,” Loki interjected smoothly, slipping his hands to the juncture of your hips and thighs, sending you arching off the mat, squeals of laughter tearing from your throat. "I rather like her this way."

Desperation drove you to try to reach for Steve or Bucky, your arm outstretched in a silent plea for mercy.

You should have learned your lesson about desperate moves.

Loki saw the opportunity in your attempt, and with a smooth, precise move, he twisted you onto your stomach, pinning your outstretched wrist to the mat as he settled over you, his other hand slipping to your lower ribs to press into a spot he'd already memorised, one that made you shriek.

“Really, darling,” he whispered darkly, his voice rich with satisfaction, “your judgment is appallingly poor, isn’t it?” His fingers glided higher, hitting a spot on your upper ribs that made your laughter turn silent, breath hitching as you struggled under him.

“You handed me this opening,” he tutted, his taunting words making you burn hotter. “What happens next is your fault.” His fingers found the sensitive spot beneath your arm, drawing out a fresh wave of laughter as your body arched, your feet scrabbling for traction as you slapped your free hand against the mat.

Hard laughter barrelled out of you, your head falling to the mat as you squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the sensations he was pulling from your nerves.

Surrender washed over you, cool and easy, as you felt your muscles go limp beneath him, nothing in your mind but the feeling of his body, his hands, the force of your laughter, and the pure, unadulterated fun he was having with you. And it was fun, you realised. In a way that people like you usually didn't indulge in.

Bucky tapped Steve on the arm and jerked his chin towards the door behind them. "Seem like you have this under control," he smirked at you. You looked up to glare but only caught their knowing glance, the one of friends and not of Avengers. The one that said, we know exactly what's going on here.

It made you flush almost as much as the unrelenting torture.

Almost as soon as they left you, Loki's tickling hand pulled away. You gulped greedy breaths in as he turned your sagging body with ease, settling you on your back as he hovered over you, eyes roaming the product of his work.

"I trust you've learned your lesson." His voice was a low rumble that sent heat pooling to your belly. All you could do was nod. "Next time you dare to pull a stunt like that," he started, leaning in so close you could feel his breath fanning your lips, "I won't be so gentle."

Heat bloomed over your cheeks, to the tips of your ears, the space between you charged, crackling with an intensity that sends a thrill through you.

You couldn't look away, your breath catching as his gaze lingered on your lips.

His own parted, as though he was on the verge of closing the distance...

He flinched.

Pulled back. Pulled away.

Your brow lowered in concern, but before you could ask what was wrong, he stood.

"Until next time."

He looked down at you, his eyes lingering with a promise that made your pulse pound, before he turned and strode out of the gym, leaving you sprawled on the mat, breathless, wanting, and hopelessly, maddeningly confused.

It was late that same night when you finally worked up the nerve to confront him.

You moved through the silent halls of the Compound, each step echoing in the darkened corridors as you slipped past the shadows pooling in doorways. Uncertainty crept up your spine, and you almost turned back more than once, only to grit your teeth and push forward. There were too many things left unsaid, too much tension thickening the air between you and Loki, and it gnawed at you now, refusing to let you retreat.

Before you could decide on a way to begin, his door opened. He stood there, almost as if he’d sensed you coming, his expression a mix of curiosity and that ever-present amusement.

“It's rather late for a visit,” he said, his tone low, his words quiet and full of question.

You met his gaze. “Couldn't sleep,” you replied, massaging the back of your neck with one hand.

His lips twitched with something darker, though his tone remained light. “And you thought I could help?”

Silence stretched between you, and for a moment, you wondered if this was a mistake.

"I thought you might be able to, considering it's your fault."

His face softened at the strain in your tone, and he stepped aside in a silent invitation for you to enter.

Swallowing hard, you stepped forward, pressing past him and into his room. He shut the door behind you, and the world seemed to fall away, the dimness settling around you, cocooning you both in a place of shadow and warmth.

"Go on then," Loki urged as you two stood near the lounge set in his room. A couple of armchairs and a matching couch, cast in the soft glow of several lamps and a dying fire in the hearth.

You drew a deep breath, forcing yourself to speak. “I know what you are, Loki,” you began, feeling your voice tremble with both fear and resolve. “Mischief is part of your very nature, and I don't mind fun and games like- like earlier," you flushed thinking about it, catching the smirk forming on his features as he watched you fumble.

You gathered your courage and stared him straight-on. "But not with my feelings. All this- this flirting, and touching, and closeness... it's not a game to me. So if it doesn't mean anything to you, I'd rather it stop."

Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly, the smugness vanishing, replaced by something harder, sharper. He let the words hang between you, a silence stretching before he repeated them in a voice almost too soft to hear. “If it doesn't mean anything to me,” he murmured, a subtle, dangerous edge to his tone. "You think this- that you are simply a game? Another amusement of no consequence?"

You swallowed, willing yourself to continue. “Today…” Your voice broke slightly, and you pushed the words out. “In the gym, we were so close. I thought...” Heat flooded your cheeks, but you forced yourself on, the confession slipping free. “For the dozenth time, I thought you were finally going to kiss me. But I just left wondering if I'm a fool with some silly schoolgirl crush, way in over my head." The admission left you raw and breathless, your heart pounding.

He exhaled, the smallest hint of a rueful smile ghosting over his lips. "You were trapped beneath me. Pinned, helpless,” he said, as though it explained everything. “I could never take that liberty with you while you were at my mercy.” His gaze grew darker still, something haunted flickering in his eyes. “I’d never forgive myself if I gave in to such an impulse. I'd never stop wondering if you had truly wanted it."

"But I did want-"

"And what if you hadn't?"

His words were a balm and a brand, his unwavering gaze rooting you to the spot.

"I had to know it was real. Not something forced or coerced, something... taken from you when you were too breathless to say no. I had to know for sure that it was what you desired."

For a moment, you struggled to find your voice, the weight of his reverence filling the space between you.

“It is,” you managed, each word trembling with the strength of your resolve. “I want this. I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try. I don’t want to ignore it anymore.” You swallowed, breathless.

A beat passed, and something changed in his face - a tension releasing, his expression softening in a way you hadn’t expected.

Slowly, he extended his hand, his fingers unfurling in a silent invitation.

You slipped you palm into his, letting him pull you toward him, his touch both a promise and a tether.

He guided you closer, his hands sliding down your arms, tracing the lines of your shoulders, until they rested firmly on your waist. Then, with a gentle insistence, he drew you toward an armchair, lowering himself into it and coaxing you down to settle over his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs.

His hand rose, tilting your chin so that you were forced to look into his eyes. They held an intensity that bordered on unrelenting, darkened by desire and the hint of something raw, something that took your breath away. He watched you intently, his expression filled with something just shy of reverence. His thumb brushed along the curve of your jaw, tilting your face toward him as his fingers trailed along your neck, igniting every nerve.

You shivered as he leaned in, so close that his breath fanned across your lips. His touch was calm and certain, his gaze flicking over you as if committing every part of you to memory.

“I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, voice low and heated. “For you.”

The weight of his words pressed against the heavy silence between you, and before you could answer, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was slow and consuming.

He guided you with a gentle but undeniable command, his mouth pressing deeper, each kiss drawn out, languid, until it felt like he was unraveling you with every deliberate stroke of his lips against yours.

The world blurred, and you melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he lured a soft gasp from your lips. His hand slid to the back of your neck, steadying you, keeping you close as he took his time, tasting you, his lips teasing yours until you forgot to breathe.

When you moved to meet his kiss more eagerly, he slowed you, a faint smirk in the curve of his lips as he deepened the kiss with a patience that made your stomach twist. He was savouring this, savouring you, and the way he kissed you - deliberate, knowing - made your entire body ache with need.

His thumb brushed along your cheek, lingering as his other hand settled firmly at your waist, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t bear the thought of you slipping away.

Your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair as he angled your face, holding you exactly where he wanted. When his tongue brushed lightly over your lower lip, you let out a soft, involuntary sound, and his hand tightened against your waist, holding you to him.

Loki’s mouth moved over yours with a control that made you shiver, each kiss deliberate, and the quiet dominance in his touch sent warmth pooling through you. With every gentle press of his lips, every slow, teasing stroke, he seduced you, guided you, igniting something deep and undeniable that had simmered for too long. Your heart beat heavily against your ribs, and as you gasped softly, his mouth trailed along your jaw, his lips barely brushing over your skin.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze was dark, his expression full of barely-contained intensity.

A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he ran his thumb along your lower lip, the teasing glint returning to his gaze. “Well, look at you,” he soothed, voice rich with quiet amusement. “I half-expected you to come tearing through that door, seeking vengeance for how thoroughly I put you in your place earlier.”

Heat pooled in your face, and you fought to keep your composure, though it was a losing battle. “I’d have been fine if you hadn’t-”

“-handled you so effectively?” he interrupted with an infuriating grin, each syllable soft and mocking. “Don’t worry. I rather enjoyed it myself.”

His thumb still lingered on your flushed lips, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief but something darker, something that felt like an invitation. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and heated, and the words sent a thrill down your spine.

The invitation hung between you, heavy and dark, the desire in his gaze nearly tangible. Your breath hitched, your heart racing at the thought of losing yourself completely in him, of surrendering to this quiet storm between you.

“That depends,” you managed, barely able to steady your voice. “Are you planning to repeat what happened earlier?”

He chuckled, his fingers tightening on your waist as his eyes glittered with amusement. “Only if you ask very, very nicely.”

A thrill shot through you as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours with a dark, velvet whisper. “That certainly won't be the last time we play like that. Tonight, however... I have other ideas for what to do with you." His fingers trailed up your spine, making you shiver.

Gods help you. He was going to be your undoing.

"I thought I'd take my time, learning you. Slowly. Thoroughly. Every little detail, every sweet noise you can make." His lips skated across the pulse point in your neck. "Would you like that, darling?"

"Yes." You had barely whispered your reply before his lips were on yours again, his mouth moving over yours with a slow, consuming fervour that left no room for questions, no room for anything except the feeling of him, his warmth, his presence, the gentle yet undeniable control in every touch. His fingers threaded through your hair, his hand steadying you as he deepened the kiss, guiding you with a restraint that made you shiver.

You melted into him, your breaths mingling as his hands drifted, his touch both firm and soft, and when he finally pulled back, his gaze held yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

“This is not a game,” he whispered, a promise in his tone, his thumb tracing light patterns along your neck. His expression was sincere, edged with both longing and restraint. “You say the word, and we’ll stop.”

The words were a quiet echo, a reassurance that grounded you both. A chill of reverence passed between you, something thrilling, something impossibly tender. You met his gaze, nodding as your fingers traced the line of his jaw. “You too. No pressure, no expectations,” you whispered back, meaning it, and he smiled, a soft, endearing smile that made your heart ache.

And then he guided you back into his arms, every movement slow and deliberate as he kissed you once more, drawing you into a dance that would last until dawn.

[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.

[jettorii]

“humans truly are fascinating..” you grumble, a choked laugh escaping your lips as you tried your best to hold in your laughter while tendrils slowly roamed around your torso. they stretched your arms above your head, pulling your arms down even the slightest becoming impossible. all you could do was tremble, as you were completely exposed to the curious yet gentle tickling from your symbiote.

it didnt help that his face was directly in front of yours, staring intently at you, observing every reaction you gave to each move he made. a toothy grin greeting you everytime you peeked your eyes open while shaking your head to distract yourself from the sensation.

“does this tickle?” venom rumbled, making you gasp as his tendrils moved their way to your ribs, poking sporadically, each one making you squeak and jerk at every single touch. he chuckled at your reaction, a low laugh thundering through your head.

you desperately try to keep your thoughts organized, as since hes already found out your deepest secret, whats stopping him now from finding what works best on you?

pretty much nothing, as his tendrils were getting horribly close to a spot you did not want him finding out about. but nevertheless, it was impossible. he knew everything, and was reading you like a book at which poke made you react the best.

then the tendrils travelled to your collarbone. you tensed up unknowingly in preparation for where he almost got to, until finally realizing he stopped. you opened your eyes breathing heavily, only to see his usual shit eating grin, even wider than usual.

“each and every thought you have, you cant hide.” he sneers, his tongue flicking at your neck, a screech near threatening to come out. “we share the same thoughts, there's nowhere to escape.”

he pauses, tendrils sneaking up.

“not where, exactly?”

…shit.

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Aventurine x Reader

Romantic + 06. “Could you… do that to me?” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Special thnx to @lovelynim for helping me come up with the idea for this*w*

Clover, top!

Spade, side!

Heart, under the chin!

Switch! Repeat!

You were so invested in your new little petting routine that you didn't notice you were being watched.

"What... are you doing?" You jolted and quickly turned around to see Aventurine smirking at you. He was still in bed, looking very lovely with his sleepy face and bedhead.

"Ah! Just petting the cakes," you said, and you walked towards him and gave him a good morning kiss.

"Those little babies are just too cute," you said with a smile, and you glanced back at the adorable cat cakes which were now meowing beacause of the sudden lack of attention.

When looking back at Aventurine, you noted a pout on his face. "You looked quite intense over there. Never seen you like that before," he commented, and you blushed at the realization that he may have been staring a little longer before he made you notice.

"A-ah, well, like I said. Just so cute," you answered. Aventurine was still pouting.

"Could you... do that to me? Or am I not cute?"

You stared at him. Do what? You almost asked this literally but luckily you already realized, and you gasped. The petting?!

"Y-you mean...?" You wiggled your fingers slightly and he nodded cutely. He even pushed the blankets down a little, revealing his half-unbuttoned PJs, and he reached for you with his arm, welcoming you to cuddle.. and pet him?

"Come here," he said. Ah, he was in such a cute and needy mood huh! Seeing you pet the cat cakes made him that jealous? You smiled and crawled against him. He was just too cute.

"Like this, then?" You lightly scratched the top of his head, like you had done to Clover. Aventurine made a cute humming noise.

"Yes," he agreed with a smile. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the attention. You combed your fingers through his hair and enjoyed the way he acted like a cat. If you continued this, would he pur?

"Here too," you said, moving your fingers to his ear, and you lightly scratched him right below his ear, brushing your fingers under his earlobe and against the warm skin of his neck.

"Hehehe," Aventurine giggled softly. He was still a little sleepy and seemed to enjoy the affection very well with his eyes closed, but was that a giggle?

"Does it tickle?" you asked. He nodded.

"Just a little," he admitted. Oh no, oh dear. This was such a sweet, loving and peaceful moment to start your morning with. But no, misschief came to peek around the corner the moment Aventurine admitted it tickled.

You smirked and glanced down at his torso. His PJs was unbuttoned so perfectly that you could see his bare skin.

"Ah, well then you should better prepare yourself. Because next in the petting routine was something like this," you said, and you reached down and lightly traced your finger against his bare tummy. Aventurine jumped and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Ohohoh, well that won't be nehehece-ssaaaarehehehee!" He was so quick to turn into one sweet giggly mess now that you were attacking him with all ten fingers - misschievous, ticklish and on purpose.

Your fingers danced under the fabric of his PJs, tickling him teasingly and making him whine.

"Nohoho! Not thahahat!"

"Yes that," you sang, shaking your head fondly.

"You asked if I'd do that to you, so I am doing it to you," you reminded him, scribbling your fingers against his sides, in a way that wasn't even that much different from how you were petting Spade.

"I dihihidn't mehehean- ahahah!" Aventurine squirmed, but you pinned him down and made sure he wasn't going to get away without finishing the petting routine.

"You are moving too much, dear. I didn't even go for the next petting spot yet. Well, hope it doesn't tickle," you said, reaching for the spot under his chin and tickling him there like you did to Heart.

Aventurine let out the cutest yelp. "Nohoho!" He tried to grab your hands, but his movements seemed a little clumsy because of the tickling.

"T-too ehehearly for thihihis!" he giggled, finally catching one of your hands but unable to pull it away.

"Never too early sweetheart," you teased. You simply continued to wiggle your fingers, tickling him under his chin an also returning to some of those sensitive areas on his neck and near his collarbones.

Your lover was so handsome and sexy, yet at the same time he could be like a whiny kitty cake.

When you finally stopped tickling him, he wrapped you in his arms and held you tightly. You tried to move, but were stuck in his embrace, and you giggled.

"So, after petting comes cuddling?" you asked. You enjoyed the way you could feel his chest heave with each deep breath as he recovered from your tickle attack.

"Yeah. I'm resting," Aventurine said. You nodded.

"Alright."

"And then once I've rested, I will tickle you back. But not yet. Just you wait, darling~" he said tiredly, and your eyes widened. You started to squirm, but his tight hug was really not allowing you to go anywhere!

"Oh hehehe, that won't be necessary. Aven? Baby? Will you forgive me? Hey, answer me!" The little tease was now just ignoring you, or simply falling asleep again while he wouldn't loosen his grip on you.

Oh boy, looked like you weren't going to get out of here without a taste of his revenge!

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 22: Cheating

Sylus x Reader

A/N: big big thanks to always amable y adorable @squeenxart for requesting this one! 💖💖💖 Espero que te guste, Queeen~ 💖💖

"Please, please, please, Sylus!"

"No, that's cheating and I don't cheat."

You whined, seeing how that cute blushing crow fell miserably from the claw. First, he didn't let you play and now he didn't want to use his evol to get the plushie. The tokens were running out and if this continued, you knew perfectly well that you would leave without that cute crow.

"Please, please, Sylus..."

"Kitten, if you want this plushie so bad, I can just buy it, why are you so frisky about it?" He asked, not even sparing a glance your way as he inserted the last token. "Ngh-?! A-Ah, sweetie. This is n-not... s-stop!"

"Use your evol or let me do it myself- don't you dare push that button!"

"Gahaha! D-Dont do thihis!" Sylus growled, trying to move away from you as one of your hands clamped against his hip and started to squeeze. He tried clearing his throat and coughing to hide the fact that he was laughing, but his deep giggles didn't go unnoticed by you nor by the few people around you.

Sylus's cheeks and ears flushed bright red just like the crow's flushed face and he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his body.

"Fine." You grinned and as he tried to hide the silly smile still pulling at his lips, you saw the energy of his evol going around the claw. The claw grabbed the crow and... It changed back to its original color. The shiny color was all gone.

"Sylus..."

"... Oops? ... N-No. I'm s-sorry, I'm sohorry. Lehet's go b-buhuy it! K-Kihihihitten plehehease!"

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi since you’re not doing headcanons could you please do a fic of Elijah finding out human!reader is ticklish?

A wonderful Discovery

A/n: i hope y'all love it just as much as I did!

"Darling you have to get up, you know how upset Niklaus gets when we are late for family gatherings" Elijah said softly as he stroked your hair.

"I don't wanna" you grumble which came out muffled due to your face being pressed in the pillow.

Elijah chuckled as he softly traced your spine to hopefully make you get up, what he didn't expect was the soft giggle that came from you and even though it was very silent he heard it perfectly clear with his enhanced hearing.

"What was that hmm" he said with a small smirk as he traced your spine again.

"N-nothing" you stuttered out.

"Nothing? That sounded suspiciously like one of your adorable little giggles" his smirk had now grown to fully as he quickly flipped you over so you were laying on your back and rested his hands threateningly on your sides.

"Are you going to get up?"

You and Elijah's relationship consisted of many playful moments like this but this was the very first time that he had figured out that you were ticklish and...frankly you didn't mind it.

"Make me" you said with a defiant glint in your eyes.

"Oh I'll enjoy this" he said darkly before one hand started tasering your side while the other scribbled over your tummy.

"GHAHAHHAHA" You burst out laughing immediately, Elijah wasn't one that took playful challenges slow and this was no exception.

"Your laughing already, what could possibly be so funny?" He asked with a grin as he pulled you on his lap so your back was flush against his chest and continued his torment on your ribs and sides before suddenly switching to your hip bones.

You squirmed around on his lap as you threw your head back "YOUAHHAHA JERKHIHIHIHI"!!

"Now that's not very nice" Elijah said with a fake gasp as his stubbled chin went into your neck and blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck.

"ALRIGHTAHHAHA YOUHIHIHI WINHAHAHAH" you screamed out in laughter.

Elijah laughed deeply as he stopped his assault and just wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you sink into him.

You slowly gained your breath but still had red cheeks and a giant ticklish smile on your face.

"Your evil" you said trying to be serious but your smile betraying you.

"And you are gorgeous" he smiled and kissed you on the cheek before releasing you "Go get ready and maybe we'll make it there on time".

"Loveable asshole" you mutter with a grin as you stood up and walked over to your closet.

"I heard that" he mused as he simply wiggled his fingers at you but the threat was clear.

You squeak which draws a deep chuckle from him before quickly disappearing into your walk in closet.

God you really loved your boyfriend.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 02 - Accident

Love and Deepspace - Sylus x Reader

Don’t laugh, you told yourself inside your head. He will get even angrier, you added, nodding to yourself as you wiped the puddle of wine on top of the dining table. 

Still, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the whole scene that just unfolded before your very own eyes. Who could imagine Mephisto would act up and knock a glass full of expensive, really expensive wine and pretty much ruin your night?

You did. And you warned Sylus about it. “He is going to behave,” Sylus told you, a couple minutes before this unfortunate episode.

You had to bite your lips to strain yourself from pointing at him and say “I told you so”, knowing this wouldn’t help at all. But, of course, it would feel good. Amazing, even.

“I told you I’d call someone to clean it, kitten,” Sylus sighed, rubbing circles against the side of his head while keeping his eyes closed. “Are you trying to steal someone else’s work?”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed the damped napkin into a nearby tray, trying to not make another mess in the dining room. “I’m trying to help and you still find a way to complain?” You scoffed, chuckling while shaking your head, “you should be thankful I’m giving you a hand. This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Sylus hummed, arching his eyebrow, “it’s called an accident, kitten.”

“One you could’ve prevented,” you snapped back, looking down at him in his seat defiantly. It was then, however, that you noticed the wine didn’t spill over the table only, but also all over his lap. 

A loud, mocking-like laugh escaped your lips. “One you should have prevented, better saying.”

Sylus didn’t respond to that last comment, frowning and narrowing his eyes as he looked away, his chin resting against the back of his head. Oh, he was angry. Still, this was too good to be let out of the hook like that.

“Come on, I’m just teasing you,” you said, deciding to show some compassion for him. You picked up another dry napkin and quickly approached him, towering over his seat. “Here, let me help you.”

“What are you doi- hmph!” Sylus tensed up suddenly as you brushed the napkin against his thighs. You could clearly see his jaw pressing up and his hand tightening the grip around the armrest. What in the-

“Are… you ok?” You said, moving a little closer and resting your hand over his knee before dragging the napkin over his lap again. This time, however, he stopped you halfway into the swiping. 

“K-Kitten,” he coughed, taking a deep breath before looking at you while holding your wrist, “there’s… no need to, really.”

You blinked, confused. “What's wrong? Let me help you-”

“Don’t- ah!” Sylus gasped and froze on the spot. It took a second for you to process why he didn’t want you touching his thighs, but once realization settled in, you couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“Oh, Sylus, did it tickle?”

He sighed, again, trying to intimidate you with a piercing look. “Kitten,” he mumbled, hoping it would work.

Well, it didn’t. “Sorry, it was just an accident. Let me try it again ~”

A/N: Is it still an accident if we do it on purpose? Well, who knows ~

Anyway, I'd like to gift this one prompt to @ppystkposts, because she pesterted me during 3 days to write it and witnessed me suffering during the process (jk, i love you)

Thank you all for sticking by and see you tomorrow with the next prompt ~

[666anxiety666]

sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

[hotwritergf]

Soft touches. Eddie Munson x reader. Fluff. Blurb.

🍯 You had your face nestled into Eddie’s chest, the material of his shirt tucked up under your nose. Breathing in the smell of his cologne is sending you to sleep softly. His hands find your sides, rubbing his fingers up and down them so innocently. You can’t help but wriggle around under his touch, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with your boyfriend. Sure he’d find out sooner or later but it was too embarrassing for you, once he does find out you’re sure he’ll be relentless with the information. Your ‘shameful’ secret was that you’re ticklish. Really ticklish.

You’ve seen Eddie attack his friends with the playful act before, watching on at the onslaught you were blushing the entire time, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You also knew that he was ticklish, Steve had wrestled him to the ground and squeezed at his hips plenty of times. Even signalling to you and saying ‘If he ever gets mouthy, just give him a squeeze.’ Eddie looked back at you and waved his finger as a warning, you’d never been brave enough to tickle him. Mainly because you knew he’d try it back.

You didn’t hate being tickled like everyone else seems to, but it made you shy. Something about it made you flustered, maybe the loss of control or the fact you were rendered to giggles and squeals. But deep down, it was because you knew you liked it.

Eddie notices you squirming under his touch, he pinches at your sides playfully. Experimenting with his new discovery, he drags his nails up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips just like you’d seen happen to him before.

“Sensitive, sweetheart?” He coos down at you, trapping your arms under his knees so you can’t move. Eddie laughs along with you as he pokes up and down your ribcage. You erupt into laughter, twisting and wriggling from side to side as he continues his attack and you enjoy the moment of closeness with your boyfriend.

“Maybe.” You respond with a smile, lifting your head up to see him smirking down at you. With a gentle stroke to your hair he whispers, “I’m gonna getcha.” His voice teasing and soft, it’s playful. Innocent and carefree, something you crave during the constant stresses of life. It brings you out of the anxiety and into the moment. As much into the moment as you can be as you’re gasping for air through your laughter as he finds the soft spot on your neck.

You’re babbling, begging him to stop. “I’m barely touching you baby! You’re so ticklish.” He laughs along with you as teases as his nails softly scratch behind your ears. Looking down at you, Eddie notices the pink shade that’s flushed across your face, withdrawing both of his hands from your neck and replacing them onto the small of your back and kisses your head.

“Too cute. Can’t believe I haven’t done that sooner. This is valuable manipulation material!” His smile beams down at you, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he’d found your dirty little secret if you could see that smile each time you were tormented by him. 🍯

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - Just Give In

A/N: @sparklycupcake56 requested this

Summary: Hawks was feeling a little left out from your lack of attention. He intends on fixing that

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 527

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Hawks had taken a day from hero work and decided to spend the day with you.

You were reading a book with your back against his chest. As you were reading, you felt his hands softly rubbing up and down your thighs and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you how deeply you were in your book.

He started nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. “You planning on giving me more than your book sometime soon?” he asked.

You smiled and flipped a page. “Yes, I am.”

Hawks hummed, his lips brushed against your neck. “When?” he asked as his one of hands moved up under your shirt gently caressing your stomach.

You chuckled a bit. “When I feel like it.”

He smirked, his fingers traced all over your stomach and his lips moved to your ear. “And if I don’t want to wait?” he whispered.

You chuckled again and moved your head to block his mouth. “That sounds like a you problem.”

He tried to pout, but ultimately ended up chuckling instead. “That’s so cruel of you.” he teased. He moved to lightly attack the side of your neck with kisses. He wiggled his fingers on the top of your thigh and dug his fingers into your stomach. You dropped your book to the side from the tickling.

You started to wiggle against his chest and giggled loudly as you tried to block his hands. “Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks continued his assault on your vulnerable spots. His fingers gently traced up and down your thighs and his lips attacked your neck. “You could just give in you know,” he said in between kissing your neck.

You grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away. You moved your shoulders up to protect your neck. “Nohohohohoho!”

He chuckled as you continued struggling. “All you have to do is surrender,” he mumbled between kisses. His fingers dug into your inner thighs as he tried to break your defense against his lips attacking your neck.

“Ehehehehehehe stohohohohop!”

He hummed against your neck. “Sorry sweetie, can’t help it. You’re just too adorable I could just eat you up. Tickletickletickletickle!” he said as his hands moved under your shirt. He pushed them up to tickle your sides in an attempt to weaken your defenses.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!” you wiggled side to side and tried to get away.

You continued squirming in his arms, but he held on tight. His hands moved from your sides to your belly and he dug his fingers in. “What's the magic words, little birdie?” he asked.

“Okay! Okahahahahay! Plehehease stohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks pulled his lips from your neck and chuckled. “Good lovebird,” he said, his fingers still tapping your stomach and thighs even after he had stopped tickling you. He pulled his hands away and wrapped them back around you. “I’ll spare you tonight, but just know I always win in the end.” he kissed the back of your neck.

You smiled and chuckled softly. “That’s because you cheated.”

He smirked. “There’s no cheating when it comes to tickling. I’ll use any means necessary,” he said with a devilish grin as he kissed your neck again.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Bucky and queen song

Waving Your Banner

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: We Will Rock You - Queen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (flirtatious, no pronouns used)

Word Count: ~1300

CW: swearing, some flirting, suggestive jokes, a bit of tickling

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a flirtatious/suggestive interaction between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

Note: Thanks, anon! My initial note-to-self from when you first sent this was, verbatim, "okay but dodgeball would be fucken hilarious with we will rock you" - so we've gone with an Avengers training game vibe with this one

The woods hummed with tension, broken by the occasional crack of a branch or the muffled thud of boots. The Avengers had turned what should’ve been a simple training game into an all-out war, and your team was desperate to gain the upper hand. Somewhere ahead, in the shadow of the tree-line, stood the final obstacle: Bucky Barnes, silent, brooding, and lethal, guarding his team’s flag, the White Wolf circling his den.

You crouched beside Sam behind a cluster of bushes, your pulse steady but sharp as you surveyed the terrain. Bucky was right where you expected him, leaning casually against a tree just outside the flag's perimeter. He looked calm, detached even, but you knew better. The slightest flicker of movement would set him in motion, and if he was after you, there’d be no escaping. Flag perimeters were a no-fly-zone, so you and Sam would have to take it on foot.

“Alright,” Sam said, breaking the silence. “We need a plan. And by we, I mean you, because I’m not getting anywhere near the Winter Soldier.”

You shot him an incredulous look. “You’re faster than me.”

“He’s a wall. A brick wall with trust issues and superhuman reflexes.”

You sighed, pressing your back against the thick trunk of a tree. “Then we need a distraction. Something that’ll actually make him move.”

Sam raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? What’s your genius plan?”

“You,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “You could bait him. Taunt him. Goad him into leaving his post.”

“And get steamrolled by the murder machine? Hard pass.” He scoffed. "Besides, you’re obviously better bait.”

The heat rushed to your face immediately. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on,” Sam teased, his grin widening. “You’ve got that whole… thing going on.”

“What thing?”

He waved a hand vaguely at you. “You know. The whole ‘badass with a secret soft side’ thing. He’ll eat it up. Hell, I think the whole team’s noticed the way he looks at you.”

You glared at him. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

“He does,” Sam interrupted, revelling in your reaction. “Come on, you could probably get him to do whatever you wanted. Just say something like, ‘Oh, Bucky, is that a vibranium arm or are you just happy to see m-”

You shoved him into the bush.

Sam tried to silence his little grunts as he pulled himself out, yanking the twigs from his armour plates. “Fine. You wanna argue about this all day, or should we win?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Just send in Redwing.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

The plan was simple enough: Redwing would create a distraction in a bush behind Bucky, luring him away from the flag, giving you and Sam time to move in and grab it. You moved carefully, keeping low as you crept through the underbrush. The tension in the air was electric, every rustle of leaves amplified by your own awareness of how close Bucky was.

But, true to form, Sam couldn’t resist screwing with you.

As you crept closer to the clearing, Redwing darted toward you and made a ruckus in the bush partially shielding you from view. It was more than enough to give you away, and before you could even curse Sam’s name, you heard it - the unmistakable sound of boots crunching leaves, closing in fast.

Your head whipped around just in time to see Bucky moving toward you with the kind of speed that made your heart stutter. His expression was sharp, predatory, and - gods help you - just a little amused.

“Shit,” you muttered, bolting from your hiding spot.

“Running won’t help you,” Bucky called after you, his voice dark and smooth, laced with amusement.

You didn’t bother responding, too focused on dodging tree trunks and low-hanging branches. But it didn’t matter how fast you ran; he was faster. In seconds, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you clean off your feet.

“Gotcha,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear.

“Not yet, you don’t,” you growled, twisting sharply in his grip.

You elbowed him in the side, breaking free for a split second, but he was faster. He blocked your next move, his vibranium hand catching your wrist and spinning you around. You didn’t go down without a fight, aiming a kick at his shin and struggling against his hold, refusing to make it easy for him.

“Feisty,” he muttered, almost admiringly, his grip tightening as you wrestled.

You managed to get one arm free, landing a half-decent shove against his chest. He staggered back slightly but recovered in less than an instant, his smirk returning, sharper than before.

“Alright,” he said, his voice edged with amusement, “you wanna play rough? Let’s play rough.”

Before you could react, he was on you, trapping you between his body and the wide trunk of a tree. His fingers darted to your ribs, pressing against your sides with infuriating precision.

You jolted, a startled laugh bursting out before you could stop it. “What the fu- hey! No, that’s cheating!”

“Cheating?” he echoed, his grin widening as he tickled you again, this time catching your waist. “You’re the one trying to fight dirty.”

You squirmed, trying to slap his hands away, but the tickling was relentless, and your traitorous laughter left you weak, your arms useless.

“No! I- dammit, Barnes!”

Seizing the moment, he stepped back, grabbed both your wrists and yanked you against him, hauling you effortlessly over his shoulder. You kicked your legs in protest, but his grip was unyielding, his hand steady against the backs of your thighs.

“Put me down!” you demanded, pounding your fists against his unfairly muscled back.

“Not until you’re in jail,” he said, his voice low and smooth, the vibration of it sending a shiver through you.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” you grumbled, your cheeks burning as you felt his arm tighten around your thighs.

He chuckled, the sound warm and agonising. “Unusual, maybe. But I’d say you’re enjoying it.”

“Barnes!” you snapped, squirming harder.

His laughter deepened, and he carried you with an ease that was both infuriating and maddeningly attractive. When he finally stopped, he set you down just outside the jail, his hands lingering at your waist.

“Let me go,” you said, though the bite in your tone had softened.

He stepped closer, his body a looming presence as his eyes bore into yours. “Say please.”

You scowled, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Didn’t think so,” he said, his smirk widening as he stepped forward, forcing you to step back - straight into the jail’s boundary.

You glared at him, your chest heaving as he stood just inches away, his gaze dark and intent. “Happy now?”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp, “but close.”

Before you could fire back, Sam’s triumphant whoop echoed through the trees. You turned just in time to see him flying above your team's base with Bucky's team's flag, waving it over his head like a trophy.

Bucky groaned, his head falling back briefly before he levelled a sharp glare at you. “Distraction,” he muttered under his breath with a shake of his head, the word practically dripping with accusation.

Your lips curved into a coy smile despite yourself.

“You’re too damn good at it,” he said, his tone darker now, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turned and stalked off.

Flushed, you called after him. "This isn't over, Barnes!"

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, turning to face you as he walked backwards towards his next mission. "Not by a long shot."

[fourthavecafe]

when a doctor decides to get ‘freaky’ in bed

Zayne, ever the professional, stands over you with his calm, almost detached expression, his eyes focused as he assesses your body. You're tied up, wrists bound securely above your head, agreeing to "spice things up" but instead of diving into anything heated, Zayne's clinical nature takes over. He's decided to give you a lesson on pressure points-because, of course, that's what Zayne would do.

His fingers trace your arm gently, almost too gently, and he begins in his usual calm tone,

"There are several pressure points across the body, designed to manipulate pain, tension, or... other reactions." His fingers brush over the inside of your wrist and even though his touch is light, you can already feel a tingling sensation. "Here" he continues, "is one of the most sensitive spots. If I apply just the right amount of pressure-"

A light press sends a shiver down your arm and you let out a soft giggle, unable to stop yourself. Zayne pauses, his head tilting slightly. "Interesting. You're ticklish here." He doesn't say it as a tease-he's just observing, as if he's cataloging information but his stoic demeanor makes it even more teasing somehow.

He moves down to your side, fingers grazing along your ribs. "Now, this spot-" His fingertips press against the pressure points near your ribs and the immediate reaction is a burst of uncontrollable laughter. Your body jerks involuntarily as you try to squirm away from his touch but you're tied up, unable to escape.

Zayne watches your reaction with calm curiosity. "Fascinating. This pressure point is highly sensitive to you." His fingers stay on your ribs, pressing lightly as your laughter escalates. "I didn't realize this would be the result. Perhaps I should adjust the pressure?"

You're barely able to catch your breath between the laughter and Zayne, ever stoic, seems completely unaware of how much he's unintentionally teasing you. He moves down to your hips, his touch precise and clinical. "The hips have several pressure points" he explains, his fingers pressing gently against the sensitive spots but the moment he does, your body jolts and laughter spills out uncontrollably.

"Here, too?" Zayne says, still observing your reactions without a hint of emotion. "It seems you're quite sensitive to touch." He leans in slightly, his fingers brushing just above your hips as he continues. "I wasn't expecting this response." His voice is calm, methodical, completely at odds with how flustered and breathless you feel. His fingers find another spot along your waist, and the laughter continues as you writhe against your restraints.

"You seem to be enjoying this, even though that wasn't the intention" he remarks, his tone completely neutral, though the unintended teasing in his words only adds to the tension. "I'm simply showing you how the body works... yet you're reacting like this."

Zayne's fingers move up toward your neck, pressing lightly on another point and you’re helpless against the laughter that comes next. His precision and knowledge of the body's pressure points, combined with your extreme ticklishness, make the whole situation feel far more intense than you had anticipated.

"I suppose we'll need to take note of this for future reference" Zayne says, his tone still professional, though you swear there's a glint of amusement in his eyes now. "I wasn't aware you'd be so... vulnerable to this."

[widowsistersandfriends]

Free Hugs

Request: Apparently Kathryn does a back tickling thing when she hugs people, could you write something with that with the reader? 🤭

Note: Thank you for this request! I haven't seen a video of it, so I'm not sure how accurately I portrayed it. Hope you enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1052

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You were currently a TV show host, one who interviewed many celebrities to promote their upcoming movies and shows. Today you had Kathryn Hahn on as a guest and were preparing backstage beforehand. 

You were a bit more nervous for this interview. You had interviewed plenty of A-list celebrities, but Kathryn still made you star-struck at times. There was a certain poise and confidence to her that you were in awe of. She knew just exactly what to say while maintaining her composure and always supported the right causes. She was just perfect. 

You snapped out of your daydream when they notified you that Kathryn had arrived. Before interviewing them on TV, you would usually meet with them a few hours before filming to go over boundaries, questions, and which topics they were okay with sharing and which ones you should avoid. 

You walked through the door and saw Kathryn arriving with her team, her hair up in a fancy updo, accompanied by a sleek pant suit that fit her perfectly. For being in her 50s, she didn’t look a day over 30. 

“Hi Kathryn, how are you doing?” You asked, stepping forward to accept her hug. 

“I’m awesome!” Kathryn cheered, hugging you tightly. 

You suddenly felt her nails lightly tickling your back, causing you to quickly pull away from her embrace. 

“What’s wrong dear?” Kathryn asked, genuinely concerned. 

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, turning bright pink.

Kathryn was good at picking up on social cues, and this time she knew right away.

“Did that tickle?” She outright asked, smiling at your lack of eye contact. 

“No!” You insisted.

“It’s okay if you’re ticklish, I just like doing that to people. It breaks the ice and also gives me a secret weapon,” Kathryn teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You were too overwhelmed with embarrassment, so you quickly changed the subject and asked her to sit to talk about the interview. 

Kathryn was there to promote her new show ‘Agatha All Along,’ which was streaming on Disney+. You asked her about how much she could reveal about the plot and for her to provide a little bit of background from WandaVision to help viewers understand when and where this show is taking place.

The two of you chatted more, as Kathryn also gave some insight on her personal life now that she was done filming for the show. 

“Thank you so much for meeting up with me before the shoot! We’re gonna be on in 15 minutes, so if you need to use the restroom or anything go ahead!” You said, as you both got up.

“You’re not going to hug me again, are you?” You asked cautiously.

“What? You afraid I’m gonna tickle you again?” Kathyrn smirked. 

“No…I just wanted to ask…” you trailed off, as Kathryn giggled at your embarrassment. 

“Watch out, I just may embarrass you on live television,” Kathyrn playfully threatened.

Your cheeks burned again, imagining the embarrassment before it even happened. There was no way you could ever show your face again if that happened!

The two of you eventually came out onto the set, where there was a live audience, surrounded by lights and cameras everywhere. 

You introduced Kathyrn to the crowd, and allowed her to answer some questions about the new show. 

“So, what is like bonding with your coven? Were there any difficulties?” You asked her.

“Well, we all got along really well in my opinion, but with any new cast there’s always some ice to break here and there, but by the end of it you’re family,” Kathryn said.

You tensed slightly at the use of the phrase ‘ice to break,’ remembering that she had used that phrase earlier when she tickled you.

Kathryn knew you were gonna quickly change the subject before she could answer how she broke the ice, so she quickly continued before you could answer. 

“There were a lot of little things I would do to break the ice, including giving free hugs,” Kathryn stated confidently. You knew you were trapped and would have to ask her more, or else it would be an abrupt change of subject and would make you look like a bad interviewer.

“I bet your cast members loved your hugs. Personally speaking, I received a hug from Kathryn before this interview and it was wonderful!” You said, as you had turned to the crowd to speak.

“They absolutely love them! Except for Aubrey, she hated them because I would give like a little gentle back tickle when I hug people and it would drive her nuts,” Kathryn said while laughing, as you froze, not expecting the forbidden t word to be dropped like that. 

The audience laughed, and you joined in awkwardly, not knowing what to say next without stumbling over your words.

“Do you guys want a demonstration?” Kathryn asked the audience, as they all shouted in unison. Your eyes widened, as Kathryn got up.

“You want a free hug?” Kathryn asked you. You knew the ratings of your TV show would go up if you went along, but you knew the embarrassment would last forever. Maybe I can just hold my reaction in…you thought to yourself.

You walked into Kathryn’s hug, expecting the tickle to be around the lower part of your back, which she had done earlier. You braced yourself for it, only to be caught off guard by her nails tickling the upper part of your back.

You gasped and jumped away, squirming your shoulders away from the ticklish touch.

The crowd laughed, as Kathryn chuckled in glee.

“Well there’s one thing you and Aubrey have in common. Both ticklish on your backs,” Kathryn teased, giving your side a poke before going back to sit in her chair.

You tried to suppress a yelp and jump by quickly covering it up with a cough.

“Thanks for that demonstration,” you said sarcastically. 

“My pleasure. It’s something Agatha would most definitely do, so I’m trying to give the crowd real authenticity,” Kathryn stated, making the crowd laugh.

You managed to get through the rest of the interview, but your head was still flying around the thought that Kathryn had tickled you in front of everyone. Rest assured, you would be staying off of social media for the next week to avoid the circulating videos. 

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