#tickler!reader

[strawberriesinbloom]

Day 1: Anticipation

Obey Me -- Mammon/Reader

~🍓~

You straddled Mammon’s hips on top of your bed. You took delight in the way he squirmed underneath you, gently holding both of your wrists away from his torso. His cheeks were flushed with a nervous, trembling smile plastered over his face. 

“St-stop,” he stuttered. His voice came out high-pitched and whiney. “I know what you’re gonna do…” He dragged out that last word before he squeezed his eyes shut.

You chuckled, breaking out of his weak grip to tweak his sides. Mammon jumped and gasped. His eyes flew open as his face somehow turned a darker hue. “What am I going to do, Mammon?” you asked.

Mammon pressed his lips in a thin line. He crossed his arms over his chest protectively, but interestingly enough, he let his stomach unguarded. “You’re gonna…gonna…” Mammon whined again. 

You wiggled your fingers right over his stomach. His shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of his delicious skin. You traced your index finger along the hemline. Mammon shivered. “Stop teasin’ me,” he muttered. His hand grazed over yours. You waited for him to do something: to take your hand, push you away, or even tighten his grip a tad, but nothing happened. 

“Whatever you say.” You grinned at him. Mammon squeaked. 

Gently, you ran your fingers over his abdomen. His muscles grew taut underneath your touch, and he kicked one of his legs out. He burst into helpless cackles. “Stahahap!” Mammon grabbed onto your arms just beneath your elbows. “Ehehehe…I-I cahahan’t—!” Mammon didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you dug your fingertips into his sides. He squawked in surprise.

You weren’t being particularly rough. In fact, you weren’t really touching him that much at all. Mammon was just horrifically ticklish. “You’re so cute,” you said as your fingers explored his torso. His skin was warm and soft. You loved it. You loved him.

Mammon let out a soft giggle in response.

[tickletorch]

Looking for literate lady Lers to RP with. Is that too much to ask for?!

[il0veyoujk]

Soldier! Attack!

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Jungkook returns home from his military service to see his little sister, Nefeli (18)

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by the beautiful @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae ! I hope you'll like it love! I am sorry I couldn't do it a cheer-up ff, but I remembered it last second, and I couldn't change it, I had to rewrite the whole ff 😭

Lots of love Nef 💕

The sound of the front door shutting wasn't enough to pierce the sound of the loud music Nefeli was busting through her headphones. The young girl was currently in her room, pretending to study. In reality, she was vibing to her favorite music, with her Spanish book widely open in front of her, and her homework waiting.

Nefeli was wiggling her body to the rhythm of the music, feeling like she owned the world. Using her pen as a microphone, she pretended to be the singer and headbanging unstoppably. Just like she used to when she was a little girl.

"We are home!" her parents yelled the moment they stepped home "Nefeli! We have a surprise for you!" her mum used her singsong voice to allure her daughter into coming downstairs.

One, two, three minutes... Nefeli was nowhere to be seen. She was so drowned in her music she hadn't heard anything. Looking at each other, the two middle-aged ones decided to send the surprise to their daughter.

Nefeli was occasionally trying to focus on her exercises, trying to conjugate the verb cosquillear, but the loud Lady Gaga music was too intense to ler her focus. Vibing excitedly, she was enjoying herself way too much to notice an unexpected change in her room.

However, turning her head, the young girl was shocked to see her older brother leaning on the doorframe smirking "Why hello there girly" Jungkook chuckled, amused.

It's been a year since Jungkook left for his military service. He hadn't seen his family all this time. Even though they communicated with letters, it's not the same as seeing each other in real life.

"Eeek! You are home!" Nefeli squealed. She instantly jumped on her brother, letting her headphones fall on the floor "I missed you so much!"

Catching her, Jungkook let out a small groan along with a small giggle "Hehey! I missed you too, little one!" he smiled softly, gently swinging his little sister in the air back and forth.

The two siblings remained all hugged for a while, not bothering to even move a single inch from the spot the young lad was standing "So you still got the moves huh?" Jungkook scrunched his nose cutely and bounced her gently in the air like he used to when she was younger.

"You think?" Nefeli giggled, as she was squishing her brother's cheeks "I had the best teacher!" she smiled widely.

It was true, Nefeli had learned how to sync with the rhythm through BTS video clips. Ever since she was a kid, she would try to copy every choreography her brother and his friends would publish. She had ever mastered some of them! And Jungkook was so proud of her.

A wide, bunny-toothy grin appeared on Jungkook's face. He gently placed a kiss on her cheek and hug her tighter "Aw thank you little one" he giggled softly.

A small smirk though flashed onto Nefeli's face, who giggled softly "Oh I meant Jimin, not you" she shrugged, trying not to show her teasing sense.

However, the small smirk turned into a full-on giggly state the moment Jungkook's fingers started wiggling around on Nefeli's ribs "Oh really? Jimin huh? Not me?" he asked in the most mischievous, warning tone he has ever used.

The surprising, way too missed feeling on her sides, made the young girl erupt into an unexpected loud fit of giggles "Whahahaha--- wait nohohoho pleahahase ahahaha!" she squealed as she was thrashing around in her brother's grip, trying to push herself out of there.

The two siblings would occasionally have tickle fights, usually with the young girl ending up on the receiving end. But it was their dynamic. They loved those cute little fights!

Nefeli failed miserably to escape her brother's arms. Much to her surprise. Usually she would manage after one or two tries. Yet, this time she didn't.

Chuckling mockingly next to his little sister's cheek, Jungkook moved his fingers to Nefeli's favorite, and worst spot: the sides! He started walking towards his own bedroom, letting her now hysterical giggles fill the whole house "You should know better than to tease a soldier, cutiepie!" Jungkook teased, as he was tasering the poor girl's sides.

"Nohohoho stohohop ahahaha! Whahahat did I do ahahaha?!" Nefeli screamed between her loud giggles. She was flailing around in the air in her attempt to fall off of her brother and run away for dear life.

Of course though, that didn't happen. It was nowhere close to happening!

"Oh stop screaming, Nef! You know it's going to happen, stop fighting it" Jungkook used his singsong voice to tease his little sister as he was throwing his sack on the floor and closing the door behind him.

"He's tickling her again" mrs Jeon smiled to herself as she was preparing dinner downstairs. Homemade pepperoni pizza! Jungkook's favorite.

"It's not like she's complaining though. She loves it!" mr Jeon commented as he was reading his newspaper. Yes, the historical tickle fights in the Jeon residence were well-known in the whole neighborhood.

Upstairs in Jungkook's room, Nefeli was trying to fight to escape the ticklish hell she was put into. She was thrown onto the bed and Jungkook was pinning her down with his own body weight and was torturing her poor tummy with his fingertips "Aww you are just as I ticklish as I remembered!" he giggles as his fingertips were shaking on her tummy like crazy.

A deep blush had started spreading on her cheeks as Nefeli was trying to push his hands away all shy "I ahahaham nahahaot ticklish ahaha-AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!!!" she tried to lie... but a few nibbles on her side made the poor girl go ballistic!

Jungkook knew what he was doing... Pretty well! Using her worst against her... "I am sorry what? Did you just dare to lie, little one? Huh?" he smirked widely before moving his nails on her poor armpits and started scribbling on them like crazy.

Instantly pressing her arms on her torso, Nefeli trapped Jungkook's fingers under her armpits, unfortunately for her "Whyhyhy did you cohohome bahahahack so meahahan ahahaha?!" she squealed through her loud giggling.

"Oh no... Now I have to dig my way out... You are so rude" the young lad was enjoying the playful torture he was giving his little sister to the fullest. Not that Nefeli wasn't... but maybe Jungkook was enjoying this a bit more. He had missed her laughter... So here he was now, digging into his little sister's armpits mercilessly, making Nefeli howl in loud giggling and driving her crazy bit by bit.

"Agh!" Nefeli squealed loudly as she was wiggling around like a worm "Nohoho pleahahahase ahahaha I ahaham sorry ahahaha!" she pleaded as her hands were gripping onto her brother's wrists to pull them away from her.

"Oh no no no no no no, you are not getting away with just a few begs" the young lad smirked as he lowered his head again towards her tummy "You are going to regret choosing Jimin over me!"

And that's where Nefeli lost it... She widened her eyes, but before she could even ask for mercy, she instantly felt tiny shots of electricity hitting her unstoppably and all over her midsection, exposed as it was from squirming around too much "NOHOHOHO NOT THE BEHEHEHERRIES KOOK PLEAHAHASE AHAHAHA I AHAHAHAM SORRY!" she screamed in laughter, throwing her head back in ticklish agony.

Jungkook was shaking his own head on Nefeli's tummy to add more to the ticklish sensations. A few chuckles would escape his mouth while he was blowing raspberries all over Nefeli's midsection "Oh so now we're using nicknames huh? Such a cheap way to escape your punishment, little one..." he mumbled on Nefeli's soft skin.

This situation kept on for about three more minutes. Having moved his fingers to her sides, Jungkook wasn't planning on showing any hint of mercy any time soon... The whole house was filled with hysterical laughter and nonstop begging from Nefeli's way too ticklish reactions.

However, a well-known voice interrupted the playful assault of the Jeon siblings "Kids! Dinner's ready!" mrs Jeon yelled for her children.

Everything stopped instantly. Jungkook let go of his little sister in an instant and pulled away. It's been months since he's eaten his favorite food! "This isn't over..." he mumbled, poking a few times Nefeli's tummy and sides before eventually letting her go "I just have to gain some more energy for round two... You better disappear!" he smirked, winking at his little sister.

As Jungkook ran downstairs to grab a bite, Nefeli remained on his bed in a ticklish delirium, with a wide smile on her face. She was trying to catch her breath hopelessly, as a few leftover giggles were leaving her mouth.

Jungkook made his case clear... She better hide!

[bothendsofthequill]

Who’s a good ticklee?? Who’s MY good ticklee? Don’t you dare hide your face, you numbnut!

There we go. Feels nice having my hands in yours, huh? Pinned to your pillow? With your overjoyed smile on display? God, you’re too cute. I love you so much…

…but tell me! Who’s my soft, delicate ticklee, hmm? The one with the most spellbinding, joyful laughter this side of the equator?

Nooo I’m not letting go of your hands, you gotta say it! Wha- I’m not mean! I… I don’t care if it was a joke. I’m not mean, sweetie.

How about I cup your cheeks like this, will that drive the point home? I want you to love yourself. Love your ticklishness and embrace it. Meet my gaze as I tickle your most sensitive spots. You know, the ones that make you laugh when I just bearly touch them? I’m gonna brush there, and squeeze, and scritch them and tickle them absolutely crazy! I’m gonna tickle you absolutely crazy. Yehehes, all for you, darling. All. For. You.

We’re going to make your laughter ring through this house. Why we? Because you’re not gonna hold back, not anymore. I don’t wanna see you bite your tongue metaphorically or physically… and especially not physically because that’ll hurt. On this bed, with me, with these hands and these tools and this bottle of oil I have to soften you even further, you will never be hurt, ever.

No, sweetheart, this room and this bed will only know laughter. Tears of laughter, tears of happiness, never pain.~

You’re such a good tickle pet. Gosh, I love you.~

[nagitoshopejar]

GUYS I WILL SELL MY SOUL TO ANYONE WHO WILL WRITE AN ALASTOR FIC WHERE HE TRIES TO MAKE YOU GO TO SLEEP BUT YOU REFUSE SO HE JUST TKS YOU TO MAKE YOU SLEEP

(I mean an any kind of x reader please please I am begging ler Alastor is my current mood pls I will give you my soul)

[little0angel0princess0504]

I desperately need someone to hug me from behind and pamper ticklish kisses on my neck, while gently tickling my sides

LIKE YES PLEASE

[chloenotfound404]

Omg, I adored the lee headcanons, thank you sm! Your take on Copia is so adorable! I know you're saving some stuff for fics... But got any ler headcanons for all four papas? I'm totally not gonna get splash damage from Terzo- HAHA WHAT?

~Spooky 🎃

So these aren’t the best but I have an attempt 😭. I will probably rewrite these again at some point IM SO RUSTY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN LER HCS IN AGESSS 😩

Ler headcannons for the four papas

Primo-

Absolutely pure sadist no doubt.

This man would weaponise your weakness as soon as he noticed it. Anytime he noticed you being uptight or tense, expect tickles.

This bitch the TEASES, he would instantly tease over how ticklish you were or how cute you looked.

He would be merciless and ruthless. He would tickle you silly.

Defiantly the type to use tickles as ‘punishment’ is you misbehaved.

1000% would giggle with you in his gruff laugher.

Classic ler. No tools, no restraints- just him.

Secendo-

Much like primo a fucking sadist.

Surprisingly a soft ler, very easy going and teasey.

Never wants to make you uncomfortable or push you too far.

He always has check ins after a few minutes and makes sure you feel safe.

Loves teasing you in the most effective ways, hovering, verbal teases, physical teases- you name it.

Even though he was soft, he was still ruthless.

Restraints and tools were used regularly if you wanted them. And you bet he would torture you for hours.

(Don’t have many for primo or Secendo sadly, never really thought about it BUT I probably will rewrite later with more!!)

Terzo-

This little shit. Oh this little shit.

For being a switch he’s SO CONFIDENT.

He would tickle you every chance he got. Doing ministry duties- he would poke you. Doing chores- he would squeeze you. Just chilling- he would tickle you.

Didn’t matter where or when, when he saw an opportunity he would take it.

The teasiest little shit know to man.

He would always ALWAYS tease you over tickles. Verbally, physically- just always teases.

Again, would just launch random tickle attacks on you and wouldn’t let up. He would pin you and tickle you for HOURS if he could.

Playful the whole time. He just loves hearing your laugh and seeing you weak under him.

Would use tickling to flirt with you or to make you unwind after a long day.

Tools, restraints, fingers- everything would be used if you wanted them.

As rough and playful as he can be, he loves giving you soft and light tickles after a long day. Just letting you giggle into his chest to forget about the stress of the day.

Copia-

My bbg my boo.

Not usually a ler but on the off chance he is:

So soft, so gentle- yet also a little shit.

Would give you teasy tickles the whole day even when you’re both busy.

He would literally light up at the sound of your laugher and giggles.

He is the most gentle baby boy ever.

Laying in bed he would absentmindedly trace your stomach or sides. Purposefully playing footsie with you like a child. Gentle tickles to ease you when you were stressed or upset.

Would always ask it it was ok and wouldn’t ever fully tickle you without you confirming you wanted it.

LOVES tickling you when he’s playing video games or doing work. Your laugher lighting up his day.

Would nibble you 1000% loving the giggles when he does.

In a way, almost like a soft dad with his teasing and tickling.

[tickletorch]

Would love to chat / exchange notes with lady Lers about RP or DRP or anything else. Would love to pick your brain bout our favorite subject~

Tickle RP, who's up for it?

Reblog and like if you wanna tickle rp, so we can all find partners; just reblog if you’re not up for it but think your followers should see.

[ariestrxsh]

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content warning: smut, masturbation, teasing, use of restraints, use of feather tickler, use of vibrator, degradation/humiliation, sub!matt, sub!chris, mean!dom!reader

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 author's note: this is one of two endings that i wrote for this fic. enjoy! 🤍

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 summary: both matt and chris lose the bet you made with them about how long they could last during no nut november, which means submitting to you.

love potions part two (first ending)

He remembered the nude photo you'd sent to the group chat. He wasn't proud of what he was about to do, but he couldn't fend off the desire any longer. He'd never gone so long without masturbating, and it was more than he could bear.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Day Fifteen

The next morning, Matt rolled over in bed, tangled up in the sheets as the sun started to rise, rays of light peeking in through his curtains. He looked at the date on his phone just to be sure time was moving as painfully slow as he thought it was. It was only the 15th. There was no way he was going to be able to make it another fifteen days, especially with you constantly provoking him.

His thumb swiped a few times across his screen until your picture was staring back at him, and he tucked his other hand into his waistband, pulling out his needy cock. He wrapped his fingers around his girth, which in and of itself, felt incredibly relieving.

He studied your curves, his hungry eyes scanning your voluptuous body parts as he started stroking himself. A sequence of soft moans and profanities fell from his slightly parted, pink lips. His eyebrows crinkled and beads of sweat started taking form on his forehead.

It didn't take long before he was on the heels of his climax, furiously pumping away while a familiar feeling arose that he had greatly missed these past couple weeks. A few more strangled whimpers later, and he came unraveled, his seed overflowing, spilling onto his hand, and making a mess.

He was mesmerized by how much had come out of him and how good it felt to cum again. He laid breathlessly in his bed for several minutes, recovering from his orgasm.

That was when you came bursting through the door. Matt immediately flinched startled by your presence, trying to hide the cum that had spilled onto his tummy. "Unbelievable," you said, shaking your head at Matt as you pulled back his sheets, revealing the evidence of his fragile willpower. "You couldn't even go a month without getting off? Fucking pathetic," you scoffed at him as he scrambled to pull the blanket back over him.

His cheeks were hot with shame, and he couldn't look you in the eye. "Don't look!" He shouted back. "I just caught Chris doing the same thing," you smirked.

You replayed the image in your head of Chris, the way he had been so fixated on your photo that he hadn't even noticed you walk in. You recalled the pretty sounds he had made and how he'd licked his lips right before finishing in his hand as he had urgently fisted his cock.

With every stroke, a rope of cum had ejected from his tip, and just when you thought he'd drained himself, there was more. You remembered that vulnerable smile that had crept into his expression while he came, painting his chest and his stomach in his milky white fluid and staring down at the mess he had made. He had slowed the pace of his pumps to a stop while throwing his head back and letting his phone fall to the bed, revealing your own nude on his screen.

"Wow, that was hot. If that's how much cum you had saved up in just two weeks, it's a shame you couldn't wait two more. Could you imagine?" You had asked him, leaning up against his door frame and watching his smile slowly fall as he became aware of your presence. "Shit," he had whispered out of breath.

"What?" Matt asked you, looking up at you with a shocked expression and bringing you out of your reverie. "Yeah, I actually came in here to tell you that you won, but I guess you didn't," you chuckled, pulling the blanket back once more.

"You know what this means, right?" You smirked down at him. He looked up at you subserviantly with blushed cheeks, but he said nothing. "This means you get to be my little toy, doesn't it?" You cooed, caressing his jawline and your eyes traveling back down to the mess Matt had made on his lower stomach.

A few hours later, you had both boys right where you wanted them, side-by-side, naked, and each tied to a chair. You stood in front of them, completely naked as well. The shopping bags you'd brought back with you a few weeks prior reappeared, and you started to dig through them.

"You know, I knew when you guys first told me about the No Nut November challenge, that neither one of you would be able to make it. But, c'mon, you couldn't even make it three weeks? You're both fucking pathetic," you scoffed at them, pulling out a long stick with a big, fluffy feather on the end.

"What's that?" Matt asked, growing wide-eyed. "It looks like a fucking cat toy," Chris snarked before you could answer him. "Well, maybe that's fitting, because you're both pussies," you declared, sneering at Chris. "It's a feather tickler," you replied, turning your attention back to Matt.

You started to walk closer to him, and you slowly closed the distance between the feather and Matt's gorgeous cock. Matt couldn't hide his intrigue. His blue eyes locked onto the toy as you started to tease the underside of his shaft. You watched the muscles in his cock involuntarily quiver as you tickled his length, blood rushing to it and his tip starting to swell.

"Oh," a sweet sound of pleasure passed through Matt's pink lips. "Like that? Like when I tease your pretty cock for you, Matthew?" You purred, taking the end of the feather and drawing circles on the head while you watched Matt's expression meld into desperation.

He glanced into your eyes and nodded before locking his gaze back onto the way the feather danced across his sensitive nerve endings, and he let out a few more whimpers. "I don't think you just like it, Matt. I think you're loving it," you observed, your voice dripping with seduction.

A silky, clear fluid started to drool from his slit, and you gently ran the tip of the feather through it, watching for Matt's responses. He squirmed beneath your light touch, lifting his hips off the chair a bit and tugging at his restraints as you played with him. "So fucking pathetic. You're so sensitive that I'm surprised you don't cum just from putting on pants every morning," you chuckled, taking delight in his humiliated expression.

Matt had been in submissive roles before during sex, but nothing quite like this. He'd always dreamt of being tied up, teased, and being talked down to by an assertive woman, but the reality was almost more embarrassing than he could handle and somehow, he still adored every second of it.

Shy, strangled moans poured into the room as you manipulated his cock like a puppeteer, pulling your invisible strings and making his cock twitch with every gesture of the feather. Matt couldn't hide his pleasure or his humiliation.

More pre-cum gathered at his tip, and he slammed his eyes shut as if that would make it any less embarrassing that he was getting turned on by something so simple and degrading. "I can't believe how close you're getting from a little feather," you mocked him.

Chris couldn't help but watch the way his brother writhed around beneath the gentle sensation, growing curious about how he'd react to it and if it really felt as good as Matt was making it seem.

After a couple more minutes of teasing, you cast the feather tickler off to the side and replaced it with the hum of a small vibrator, resting it against Matt's aggravated tip. "Oh my god," Matt purred, enjoying the new feeling, closing his eyes again.

"Look at me while you finish, Matthew," you ordered him in a serious matter. His eyes fluttered open, but once his gaze met yours, he wanted to hide again.

"Please don't make me," he begged, his voice cracking in desperation. "I won't make you do anything. But if you wanna cum, you gotta look at me," you said, watching the way his pretty cock twitched beneath your control.

"C-can't," he whimpered. "Sure you can, pretty boy. Don't get all shy on me," you said, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He managed to maintain eye contact, a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to finally feel sweet relief wash over him.

His knuckles started to lose color as he gripped the seat of his chair, and his stomach started to ache from how much pressure had built up in his lower abdomen. You had one hand caressing his jawline, tilting his head up towards you and your other hand on the buzzing toy.

Chris couldn't keep his eyes off you either and the way you expertly taunted his brother, eagerly awaiting his turn while his cock jumped at the sight. "That's it. Cum for me like the pathetic little boy you are," you urged him in a seductive tone.

Matt came undone, pulling at his restraints, arching his back slightly off the chair, and looking deep into your eyes while sounds of sexual release filled the air. You watched as his cock pulsated, emitting a pretty, pearly white substance that squirted from his tip and painted the hardwood floor in front of him.

He savored the intensity of his orgasm, the feeling of pure bliss, and the way his climax ebbed and flowed rather than burning out quickly due to how much you'd teased him. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" You cooed, admiring the mess he made for you.

"I knew you'd like that. I didn't know you'd like it that much," you teased him, turning off the toy. He stared at you in awe with his heavy eyelids hooded over his pretty, blue eyes as he tried to recover, panting and babbling about how good it was.

You made your way over to Chris who looked at you with a mix of desire and annoyance. He knew that whatever you were about to make him do, that it'd be extremely degrading. You set down the vibrator and picked up the feather tickler again.

You came up behind him and started by running the tip of the feather across his collar bones and his chest. Slowly but surely, you trailed down his stomach, stopping right before you got to his throbbing member. "Awh. Look at you. Already hard, and I haven't even touched you yet," you taunted him.

You could feel his breathing become more shallow, and his chest rose and fell in a quickening rhythm. "What are you waiting for?" He huffed at you, trying to conceal how much he secretly wanted to know what it would be like to be played with by you in such a vulnerable way.

"I'm waiting for you to beg for it," you whispered, your lips curling into condescending grin. "I don't beg," he said in a stern voice, craning his neck to look you in the eye. "Then I guess you're not going to cum," you nonchalantly replied, shrugging and waving the feather around in the air in front of the two of you.

Chris sat in silence for a few seconds before swallowing his pride and letting out a sigh. "Fine. Please," he half-heartedly mumbled. "Speak up, Chris. I can't hear you over your raging erection," you smirked, peering down at his hard-on. "Please," he said a little more sincerely.

"Come on, Chris. I know you need way more attention than you've been getting. Just admit it," you cooed in his ear, wrapping your arm around his strong shoulder and placing your hand gently on his chest. You passionately kissed the side of his neck, pressing your tongue against his warm flesh and eliciting a faint moan from his pouty lips.

"I do need it," he answered you, a bit of desperation seeping into his inflection. "How bad do you need it, huh?" You lasciviously purred. "Please. I need it so bad," he responded, longingly. You placed the feather-end of the rod against his length and started tracing the veins on his shaft. He hissed through his teeth and let out a satisfied, "Ahh."

"Good boy. Let me hear how good I make you feel," you hummed, walking back around to face him, continuing to tease his aching cock. "Always acting like you're so tough. Not so tough anymore, huh?" You asked in a soft, sweet voice. "Fuck," Chris whimpered, peering up at you through his bedroom eyes, not even trying to defend himself as his lips curled into a pretty smile.

Chris was always the dominant one in his sexual relationships, always being the one to dish out the degradation, but finding himself on the receiving end, he liked it more than he thought he would.

You gave him a diabolical smile, delighting in how easily he submitted to you and how much he liked it, still gripping the rod of the feather while you delicately and methodically tickled his length. "Please. I need more," Chris whispered, his eyes locked on the vibrator that was placed on the table behind you.

"I love it when you beg. Keep going," you told him, making his cock dance and watching him shudder as you played with him. "Please. Please give me more," he begged, his voice dripping with desperation while he nodded eagerly at you, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and the toy.

You smirked at him before picking up the vibrator and switching it on. The low hum sounded, and Chris watched in anticipation as you started running the toy up his staff, teasing the veins on the underside of his dick.

Droplets of precum started to pool at his sensitive tip, and his cock jerked as you started to near the head with the vibrating tool. "You're doing so good for me," you responded, running the pad of your thumb over Chris' pink cheek while you looked into his eyes.

"More," he pleaded, and you turned the toy up one setting. The expression on his face was drenched in pleasure, his lip caught between his teeth, flushed complexion, and seduction in his eyes. He started to pull at the rope wrapped around his wrists as he grew impatient. He needed to cum so bad.

"Please. More," he whimpered, his blue eyes glossing over as he approached the finish line. You felt so powerful, pushing the button to intensify the sensation and watching Chris fold beneath the feeling while you listened to his moans become more needy.

"Cum for me, sweet boy. I know you can do it," you whispered, cradling his face and encouraging him. The way you coddled him and called him cute pet names was almost more degrading to him than anything you'd said to Matt, but he couldn't help how much he loved it.

He nodded at you with a smug smile as his body started to tremble. His hips raised off the seat, and he threw his head back as his pretty cock began to pulse, emitting his sticky, white fluid.

His urgent whimpers filled the room as he submitted to his climax, allowing it to wash over him and leave him in a state of peace and tranquility once it had taken its course. Chris peered down breathlessly, a string of drool hanging from his open mouth, studying the way his cum dripped down the sides of his cock. Humiliation started to set in.

"Look at that," you cooed, but Chris could barely hear you over the powerful ringing that flooded his ears. "I think you might have liked that even more than Matt did. You beg like a little bitch," you said, a condescending smile stretching across your lips.

[valiantphantomangel]

Hello!!!

Do you think you could do Elijah Mikaelson x TeenNiece!Reader where she’s so caught up in the responsibility of what’s going on, supernatural stuff or whatever and he wants his niece to relax and be a kid again and he finds out she’s still ticklish like when she was a kid?

A/n: I hope you like it!! The only small change I made was that he already knew she was ticklish so he's an experienced tickler 😏

Your Hope's older sister, which was great most of the time. But times like this were really stressful, the constant worry about keeping her and your family safe from the witches had you up deep in the night to find spells in your grandmother's grimoire.

Yeah that's right, you were half vampire half witch which came with enough difficulty and responsibility as it is.

So long story short, you were completely burned out.

But your family's enemies didn't sit still so neither would you.

It was the third time this week that light casted under your bedroom door deep in the night as the sun began to come up, your head bowed over the grimoire as you muttered to yourself what spells were useful.

"Y/N darling, why are you still up?" Elijah's voice came from the door since it was open.

"Trying to find the right spells"

"Love you need to take better care of yourself" Elijah said with a sigh as he walked in still in his suit.

He grabbed the grimoire and put it on your night stand, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you.

"But you're still up too!" You exclaimed as you looked at him with bags under your eyes.

"Yes for one time, because Niklaus and I had to deal with some rogue witches" he said with a pointed look as you tried to grab the grimoire again.

"But I need to find something to help" you grumble as you fell backwards onto your bed.

"Don't think that i forgot your weakness Y/N" he said with a playful stern expression "Don't make me tickle you to surrender"

That made you hold for a second, you knew your uncle was very well aware of what your weak spots were having found them himself when you weren't listening. But then again...

"Bring it on old man" you said with a grin

You could use a break.

Elijah of course saw that too and sped over to your side as you tried to get up, pushing you down and sitting on your thighs.

"Old man? You need to learn to respect your elders young lady" he scolded as he pulled your arms over your head and immediately went for your tummy.

"Respect is earned, not givinHEHEHEH" you squealed mid sentence as he rapidly squeezed your side.

"When then I guess I'll have to earn it" he sighed as if he was sad but his smile gave him away.

Elijah let go of your wrists and attacked your tummy with pokes and squeezes, randomly switching to ghost tickling your ribs over your shirt which made it so much worse.

"ELIJAHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed through your laughter as you fought against his hands "GHAHAHHAHA".

"Yes that's my name" he said nonchalant as he leaned forward and blew a raspberry onto your tummy, letting his other hand slip under back and tickle your back ribs.

"MERCYHHEHEHEHHEH!!"

"I don't know... Your laugh is pretty adorable and you seem to enjoy it, since you haven't asked me to stop yet" he mused with a smirk.

This continued for a couple of minutes with your (fake) pleases for mercy before footsteps came up the stairs and Klaus appeared in the doorway.

"I think my daughter does need to breath eventually Elijah" your father chuckled as he saw your appearance, hair completely ruffled from all the squirming, red cheeks and a giant smile.

"I do believe your right" Elijah said with a laugh as he got off of you. Letting you breath before pulling the blankets over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, your father giving you a kiss on the forehead as well.

"Now go to sleep or so help me god young lady, me AND Elijah will come back here and this time you won't have the same mercy" Klaus warned with a smirk.

"Aye aye Sir" you grinned before turning onto your side.

"Good, goodnight sweetheart" he said before he and Elijah stepped out of the room and closed the door.

And maybe, just maybe you'll dare it again...

[strawberriesinbloom]

Day 10 + 11: Spidering + Hug

Obey Me -- Mammon/Reader

~🍓~

“Mammon!” 

Mammon glanced up from his D.D.D. to see you running his way with your arms outstretched in front of you. The jacket of your RAD uniform fluttered behind you as you ran as fast as you could. Mammon stepped back slightly to brace himself as you lept into his arms. He swept you off your feet, swinging you in a circle before putting you down. 

He still embraced you in a tight hug. “Hey,” he muttered flush against your neck. “What’s all this for, huh? Ya missed the Great Mammon that much?” Mammon’s cheeks burned as the other students in the hallway stared curiously at the two of you hugging as they walked past. He loved asserting how much he belonged to you, but damn, it could be a little embarrassing at times.

“Yeah,” you said simply. “I missed you a lot.”

Mammon chuckled while he nuzzled your ear. “I just saw ya this morn–AH!” Mammon flinched when something began to spider up and down his sides. “Hey! W-what are ya–ahahaha! Q-quihihihit it!” He lightly batted your shoulders. “We’re in puhuhuhublic!”

“But I missed you, Mammon,” you said. “Don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Mammon squeezed his eyes shut, so he wouldn’t have to see the mocking and amused expression of his classmates. “I do–AHAHA! But-but–! Nahahat like thihihiHIHIS!” Mammon’s laughter grew louder when your spidering fingers climbed up into his underarms. He pulled himself back and broke free. “You’re so…!” Mammon was sure he was blushing like mad, but he couldn’t even bring himself to be mad. Damn your cute face! He kicked the ground. 

You laughed softly. It was deceptively innocent. “Sorry, Mammon.”

Mammon crossed his arms and looked away. Making eye contact with you was way too intense. “It’s fine…” he muttered. “Just…just don’t do it, again, okay?” 

You patted his shoulder “I won’t do it, again.” As you walked away, you added a little quip under your breath, “In public, anyway.”

You were going to be the death of him, but Mammon…didn’t exactly hate that idea.

[il0veyoujk]

Sleepyhead

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Namjoon tries to wake up Nefeli (18)

Warnings: None

Notes: This mini ff is dedicated to my amazing friend Zara for giving me this idea!

Lots of love Nef 💕

“Neffie...! It’s time to wake up...!” Namjoon softly rubbed his little sister’s shoulder for the third time that morning “We gotta get going to the beach, the boys are waiting for us!” he whispered motivationally.

Silence. Nefeli was refusing to wake up. It was so early for her. Almost 9.30.

The two siblings had arranged a day at the beach with the rest of the band. They were supposed to be ready 30 minutes ago, but someone had decided to stay awake until 2am last night, watching TikTok. Guess who!

Nefeli only shook her shoulder just a bit and squirmed under the covers even more “Just five more minutes” she mumbled sleepily.

None of her reactions satisfied her brother “No more minutes, love, you got to get up!” the young lad started shaking his sister, in his attempt to wake her up. His big hands were touching Nefeli’s whole back, rubbing gently and someone could say even soothingly. Which only made his younger sister fall into a deeper sleep.

Nefeli purred from the admittedly amazing feeling “Mm yeah” she managed to say as she was falling back asleep, amazed by the softness of the rubs.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and sighed “Yeah...” he repeated, not surprised.

Suddenly a honking sound agitated Nefeli’s sleep. It was Taehyung and Jungkook waiting outside the house for the two siblings. The young girl flinched and groaned annoyed “Ugh, who wakes up so early?” she whimpered, putting her pillow over her head to stop the bothering sounds.

“The ones who didn’t spend all their night on social, now wake up!” Namjoon shook his little sister’s back, using all his five fingertips.

Inside his frustration though and all the shaking, Namjoon didn’t take in mind where his hands were. On Nefeli’s back. And he also didn’t take into mind one more thing. Nefeli’s ticklishness.

The sleepy girl yelped in her sleep and arched her back to avoid the tickly feeling “Hehehey! Stohohop that!” she squealed softly, pushing at his hands with her elbows.

The tingly sensations on her poor skin started waking Nefeli up little by little. And the more she was squirming, the more Namjoon was getting the message of what was happening.

An evil smirk started spreading on Namjoon’s face. Speeding up his fingers a bit, the mischievous lad had finally found the sleepyhead’s weak spot. Sliding his hand under Nefeli’s shirt, Namjoon started spidering all over her back fastly, sometimes even using his nails to slide down her spine slowly.

“Come on, little one, give up...” the young lad giggled along with his little sister as he was teasing and tickling her sensitive spot unstoppably.

Nefeli underneath him was giggling and snorting softly. Wiggling around like a fish out of the water and trying to pry her older brother’s hands off of her, the only thing she managed to do was help Namjoon tickle more spots on her back. It was like tickling herself!

“Pleahahase Joonie lemme gohoho!” she muffled her giggles into her pillow, kicking out a bit to calm down the tickles.

The honking sound pierced the sleepy girl’s giggles. The boys had started getting impatient. And Nefeli was still in her bed, without her swimsuit on. Which only meant one thing.

More tickles!

“See? You are causing trouble Neffie! And you shall pay the price for that!” Namjoon exaggerated playfully, moving his fingers on Nefeli’s lower back, and started scribbling there unstoppably with his nails, using both his hands.

Oh no... One of Nefeli’s worst spots... And Namjoon knew that better than anyone! He was the one who discovered that spot many years ago. A really weird but fun spot... For him.

Nefeli screams loudly from the unexpected, admittedly hypersensitive attack “NAHAHAHAOH PLEAHAHAHASE I AHAHAHAM SORRY AHAHAHA! PLEAHAHASE HAHAHAVE MERCY I WILL GEHEHEHET UP PLEAHAHASE AHAHAHAHA” the poor girl was finally awake and thrashing around in hysterics.

“Hm... Have you learned your lesson yet?” before Nefeli could even answer though the lad made from hell quickly pulled her shirt up and blew a massive berry on her lower back.

The shriek Nefeli let out at this point was insane. She arched her back as much as she could. Her laughter was hitting such high notes, she didn’t even know she was able to hit! It felt like the berry was tickling her whole body and not just her lower back “NYAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP PLEAHAHAHASE YEAHAHAS I HAHAHAHAVE PLEAHAHAHASE I AHAHAHAM SO SORRY PLEASE NAT THEAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!” 

Namjoon smirked down at his little sister and pressed a soft kiss on her head before he decided to have some mercy indeed. Stopping his attack, Nefeli’s older brother did the unexpected though! He threw her over his shoulder to walk her out of the house and into the car with her pj’s still on “Alright then, let’s go!” he giggled, softly poking his sister’s feet a little, only to get a little more giggles out of her.

“Agh! Hehehey stahahap! I can walk you knohohow!” Nefeli kept giggling until they reached the car.

Inside the car, the two amused lads were giggling at the cute scene between the siblings “What’s wrong Neffie, what is he doing to you?” Taehyung giggled, starting the car the moment Namjoon and Nefeli got in the car, both giggly and fully awake.

“He’s torturing me!” Nefeli pouted and folded her arms over her chest, only to earn mocking laughs from the rest of the guys in the car.

“Aw, man! We missed all the fun!” Jungkook snapped his fingers in mock frustration as the car was rolling down the street fastly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to have your chance in some minutes” Namjoon smirked at his little sister who widened her eyes scared, preparing herself for what was coming for her.

And let me tell you that day all the boys had their chance to tickle her...

[bothendsofthequill]

The Angel of Tickling Chooses You!

“What, these?” Bristle’s ocean blue wings unfold and flap behind him. “Yes, they’re as soft as they look.” He smiles.

“Oh, you want me to cuddle you with them? Pfft, then get over here!” He wraps his arms around you, followed by the wings draping under your arms.

“Was that a giggle? Heh, I take it you like them.” He ruffles his wings on your sides and belly.

“Oh, more giggles! Okay, maybe I should…” His wings slip under your shirt slowly.

“What about this?” He asks. “Okay, good, as long as I’m not overstepping.” The tips of his wing feathers stroke back and forth across your belly.

“Aw, your laugh is so cuuuute!” His voice almost cracks from the squee. “More? Of course!” He exclaims, his velvety soft wings finally stroking over your entire bare tummy.

“Ahahawww, I can tell you’re holding back. I promise nobody’s around to hear your laughter other then me. No need to be shy~.” His wings pick up speed.

“There we goho! That sound is music to my ears. No restraint, just bliss.” He pauses before teasing. “Well, we could add restraints if you want.”

“You’re right.” He admits, “I’m in more of a tickle hug mood too~.” The feathers trace all over your belly fast as his arms squeeze tighter. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t melt you.” He adds closer to your ear. “Ready?” There’s no time to respond, he takes your squeak as a clear “yes, please!” His wings tickle your belly all over while playful paws squeeze your sides.

“Tickle, tickle! Heehee, wow, your laugh is cuter the louder it gets. Feel like one more tickle spot?” Bristle smirks, going back on what he decided before. Your ankles are tied together with dark blue magic: firm yet so soft it’s like being held by a cloud. The same delicate magic weaves its way through your toes, separating and tickling between them. “I hope you don’t mind your feet being tied. I’m still gonna cuddle you plenty!” He gives you a loving squeeze before his paws move up to your ribs and tickle in between them, one of the wings’ feathers swirling into your belly button as the other feathers tickle around it.

“Is it too much?” He asks wearily. “Make sure you tell me if so.” His tone is genuine and delicate as his paws go from tickling your ribs to holding your hands, leaving only your toes and belly button being tickled.

“You sure can laugh a lot! Think you can take juuuust a little more?” He sounds really excited as his magic starts to materialize something at your feet.

“In that case…” Makeup brushes appear, the plush bristles skittering all around your soles and arches. “Heeheehee!!” Bristle squeaks. “Doesn’t it feel wonderful? Enjoy it, cutie, ‘cause I’ll keep speeding up until you need a break~.”

Bristle’s thumbs stroke your palms as he tickles faster, nuzzling you as you’re stuck in his loving, ticklish cuddle. Seconds pass, maybe minutes, all you know is that this rabbit can tickle you good, and tease too. Whatever air isn’t filled with your laughter is reserved for endearing coos about how soft and precious you are.

“Such a good ticklee.”

“That’s it, let it all out.”

“Still more? Aww, it’d be my pleasure to provide!”

“I’m here, you’re safe with me.”

“Hehe, you like that spot, huh?”

“Do the brushes feel good? … They’re my favourite too~.”

Until finally you call for a break. Everything halts. Your feet are untied and Bristle’s cuddle loosens while you pant. “Do you feel better now?” He asks with a grin.

“Good. I’m so glad I was able to help.” He hugs you tight again before letting you sit up. His green eyes meet yours and he holds your hands. “Remember, I’m always here if you need me, okay? We can do this anytime you want.”

“Wha- hehehe… you wanna tickle my wings sometime?” His ears flop. “Ihihi’d l-like thahat… maybe.” His tail wags fast.

“Welllll, I guess you’ll just have to find out how ticklish they are next time, won’t you?” He winks. “I’ll keep you in suspense.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unwanted 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, insults, body insecurity, perversion, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You’re used to being unwanted, but a strange man might just convince you that’s a good thing.

Note: this is a sequel to Unsolicited/Unexpected, but with a different reader. This is Lloyd’s sequel. Peaches is flourishing somewhere else.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You wait just outside the door as you watch the driver get closer on the app. You see the silver Elantra drive through the gates and you let out a breath of relief as the tinted windows approach. You still can’t shake that man in his red car and his nasty words. 

You match the license plate in front of you to the one in the app and get in. You put your bag in your lap as you pull the door shut. “Hi, how are you?” Sometimes they answer, other times they don’t. 

The music lowers as the man in the front adjusts the mirror, “pretty good, baby cake.” 

You meet the mustached man’s blue eyes in the mirror. No. It’s him. Lloyd? You can barely think his name without your adrenaline going up. 

The locks thunk into place as he puts his foot on the gas. You grab onto the door handle too late. How did he do this? 

“Nathan keeps a nice car. Sirius FM and everything,” he chortles as he flips through the stations, “but all his favourites are butt rock.” 

“Let me out,” you yank on the handle helpless then pick at the unmoving lock. 

“Hey, can cans, that’s a safety hazard. Buckle up,” he steers back around to the entrance. “No need to make a big fucking deal. I’m driving you home. Like a gentleman.” 

“Why are you doing this? Please? What did I do?” 

He snickers as he turns onto the highway. “What you did was have an ass wider than a fridge, sugar pie. I mean, that dump truck--” He shifts in his chair, “if I keep talkin’, these pants are gonna get even tighter.” 

“Look, I don’t want to be rude but I’m not interested,” you hug your bag and he slams on the brakes. You hit the seat with a yelp. 

“Told you to buckle up, babe,” he tisks and eases onto the pedal once more. 

You push yourself back and reluctantly pull the belt across your body. You click it into place and shrink as much as you can into the seat. He leans an elbow on the console as his other hand rests casually on the wheel. 

“You don’t know what you’re interested in, thunder thighs. I can tell. Trust me. If the rest of your family is anything like the turd you call a brother, then you’re keeping the wrong company,” he expounds. “I’m offering you something you could never dream of...” he speeds down the highway, reclined against the seat without concern. “Me.” 

“You? I--” 

“Look at you. Living with mommy and daddy, working twelve hours a day with these hillbillies, and what do you have to show for it? Taking Ubers home alone so you can flick your bean in the dark and hope no one hears through the wall--” 

“Ew, please, stop.” 

“I can flick it so the whole city hears you,” he looks in the mirror and pokes out his tongue, “got the tickler ready special.”  

He winks and brushes his finger over his mustache. Your blood turns cold. You’re mortified. It’s not that you think sex is shameful, you just don’t have much experience and having this man say these things about you is too much. 

“You’re thinking about it,” he boasts as your silence. 

“I... I think you’re too old for me,” you suggest flatly. “I’m not... I mean, you’re probably... older than me, right?” 

“That don’t matter. This is about chemistry, sweetheart, and I feel my cum boiling, ready to burst.” 

He’s so gross. It shocks you once more into silence. You lean into the door. You just want to get out. 

“And I’m not that old. Just so you know. Dick works. No problems. It’s rock solid right now. You can hop in the front seat and check if you want.” He scoffs. 

“No, no thank you, sir,” you say as you turn your face to the window. “Please just take me home.” 

“Boring,” he sighs and shakes his head. “You don’t get it, baby. Your life is boring, but I can make it fun as fuck. I can turn that dough into pretzel dough. I’ll put those knees by your ears easy.” 

You drop your face into your hands as your cheeks burn. You want him to stop. It’s so nasty and disgusting. And confusing. Men don’t want you. They want the pretty ones, the smaller ones, or the interesting ones. You’re not those things. 

“Yep, oh, or how about...” he sucks in a sharp breath and holds it. He grits as he lets it out slow, “I’ll put you on your knees, get that ass up, face down...” he inhales again, “oh yeah, fuck. I see it now. Your cheeks bouncing, clapping for me,” he huffs heavy. “My hand on the back of your neck, and those little noises...” 

He groans and you hear something else. Over the low drone of music and the whir of the hybrid engine, you hear a noise that makes you sick. You part your fingers and peek out between them. You can see his arm against the seat as it pumps with his raspy moans. No way. EW! 

“Ah, please, dont—can you stop that?” You squeal. 

“Mm, louder for me, sweet cakes. I like it when you hit that note,” he growls. 

“Ugh, no, no, no,” you close your fingers and bury your face deeper into your hands. 

This can’t be real. This maniac has followed you to work, stolen an Uber, and now he’s... doing that. You panic and peel your hands away from your face. You search your pockets. 

“I’m... I’m calling the police,” you warble. “So, you better... better take me home,” you warn. You sound pathetic.  

“Relax,” he hisses and slows, coming to a full stop, “I’m almost--” he grunts and pushes his head back, furiously working his arm, “done!” 

He twitches and shudders in the seat and your phone slips out of your grasp. He chokes on thick snarls as he slows his strokes and his breaths let out little by little. He braces the wheel with his other hand and still completely. You sit in shocked silence. 

“Hope Nathan knows a good car wash,” he laughs as he swipes a kleenex from the box between the cupholders and mops up his lap. “Imagine the look on his face when he gets this thing back. I’m sure he’ll be fucking surprised.” 

You bend to pick up your phone. You shakily bring it over your bag and stare at it. You’re too humiliated to look anywhere else. He clears his throat and shifts into gear. 

“Fine, I’ll take you back to your parents’ place, little girl,” he sneers. “But that isn’t your home. You’ll see.” 

[little0angel0princess0504]

This may be a little depressing but I miss being tickled so much :(

The only person who was tickling me ever was my ex boyfriend and at some point I just miss it a lot, even tho he hurt me badly

[chloenotfound404]

Do you have any lee headcanons for all four papas?

~Spooky 🎃

AHH OK OK BRAINROT! I’ve been thinking of this for so long!

Also, first submission HC! Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! I know it’s not the best and there’s so much more I wanna write but I wanna save that for fics, hope this is at least decent! ❤️

(Also more commissions and promos are welcomed! Any fics, ficlets, HCs I’ll do for ghost!)

Primo-

Extremely ticklish but would never admit it. Ever. Not even on his death bed.

He would try and act all stoic and tough but he would just crumble if someone poked his sides slightly or if a ghouls tail grazes his stomach.

Rough tickles get him the most and drive him up the wall. Extra points for raspberries and nibbling.

Practically ticklish everywhere but his hips, ribs and knees break him in an instant.

1000% a squeaker and giggler. His laugher would be so high pitched and out of character for him.

He would try and ride it out, not wanting to be ‘weak’ in his eyes by pleading or begging for mercy.

Always would find degrading teases the most flustering from his high position he held, he always got embarrassed by how you would tease him over it.

Oh, also, always expect retaliation instantly. This bitch doesn’t hold back.

Secendo-

Not as ticklish as the rest of his brothers, but there are some spots that get him giggling.

Not lee as often as ler, not liking the feeling of weakness all too much.

Much like primo, rough tickles are where it’s at. They get him cackling instantly. Fingers, tools- anything would work if it’s in the right spot.

His stomach and thighs being the biggest soft spots for him. His sides and armpits would pull out giggles too.

A giggler and cackler for sure, his laugher would never be high pitched but instead low and gruff.

Teases would only make his laugher grow and his cheeks flush redder, he would be a squirmed for sure.

Terzo-

This ass is a lee and he’s not even shy about it.

He would always provoke you to tickle him since it flustered the hell out of him to ask. And on the off Chance he did ask, he would always stutter and hesitate, fumbling with his hands as he would try to muster the courage.

He would always initiate tickle fights, loving the playful nature of them. He would never win though, his height putting him at a disadvantage too.

Ticklish everywhere. Like absolutely EVERYWHERE. Pokes to his stomach, legs, sides, ribs, armpits- he would just crumble into giggles on the spot.

Defiantly a snorter. His laugher would just be so bubbly and lively that it was almost impossible to stop tickling him.

Light tickles work wonders in him, they drive him up the wall.

I’d imagine he has a secret stash of tickle tools ready for when he wanted to be wrecked by you.

Copia-

Oh this man, he’s too cute.

A lee to the max level, and unlike Terzo, he’s extremely shy about it.

So so so easy to fluster, this man is adorable. Just wriggling your fingers above his tummy would have him giggling helplessly.

Loves all the teases and blushes instantly upon hearing them. Babyish teases get to him the most.

Ticklish everywhere, not just like giggly ticklish but hysterical and cute ticklish. Pokes, squeezes, scritches, nibbles- anything drives him insane after a short while.

His feet, neck, hips, tummy (because cute pudge) and thighs get this man snorting up a storm. He would hide into you to muffle them as much as possible.

He doesn’t care what types of tickles he gets, as long as he’s getting tickled, he doesn’t care.

This man cackles, snorts, hiccups- all the cutest forms of laughter. He would always try to cover his mouth as he laughs. (Also squeaky and childish laugher- change my mind I dare)

Too shy to ask, such a lee at heart. Defiantly just sidles up to you and looks at you and your hands in silence.

BONUS- his rats would always find their way up his shirt when he would be playing games or lounging, eliciting sudden squeals and hiccups as they rummage around and nibble.