#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.

[goddessofchaosss]

I want this one👆🏻 for Christmas please

[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]

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]

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.

[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.” 

[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.

[goddessofchaosss]

Muzzle me before I say something truly diabolical please-

[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.”

[novaursa]

Hi! Could I please request more for Jaqen H’ghar x reader, either a sequel to what you wrote if you’re open to doing that but if not then just anything with him in it. I’d never really considered reading stuff about him before but you honestly had me hooked with the fic you’ve made for him and I would just love love love some more if possible, thank you so much!

The Game of Faces (name)

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- Summary: You meet your sister’s “friend” and he offers his help, for a price.

- Paring: stark!reader/Jaqen H'ghar

- Rating: Mature 16+ (jus to be safe)

- Previous part: 1

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The nights in Harrenhal seem longer than the days, each hour stretching into the next as if time itself is trapped within the cursed walls. The weight of Jaqen’s words still hangs heavy in your mind, as though each passing moment presses you closer to the inevitable. Arya is asleep beside you, curled against your side in the straw bed, her small form breathing steadily. But you cannot sleep, not with the decision that gnaws at your soul.

A name. That is all he needs.

You sit up slowly, careful not to wake Arya. She has seen too much already, and you want to shield her from this—whatever this is that Jaqen H’ghar has pulled you into. Quietly, you slip out of the bedding and make your way through the dim hallways, your footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floors.

When you find him, Jaqen is standing near the kitchen fires, his silhouette lit by the flickering orange glow. His back is turned to you, yet you know he senses your approach. He always does.

“A girl comes,” he says without turning, his voice smooth and soft, as if he had been waiting for you.

You stand there for a moment, the heat from the fire warming your face as you try to gather your thoughts, your courage. “I have a name,” you whisper, your voice trembling more than you’d like.

Jaqen turns to you then, his mismatched eyes meeting yours, and for a heartbeat, you feel as though the world falls away. There is only him and the promise hanging between you.

“A name will bring death,” he says, his tone as soft as ever, though there is something sharp beneath it. “But it will bring freedom too.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You know what you are doing, and yet, the weight of it is heavier than you imagined. You think of Arya, of the prisoners, of the suffering that has stained this place. And then you think of the man who keeps you all bound here.

“The Tickler,” you say, your voice steady despite the fear clawing at your insides.

Jaqen's eyes gleam in the firelight, and his lips curve into that familiar, enigmatic smile. He inclines his head ever so slightly, as if acknowledging the choice you’ve made. “It is done.”

You feel the air shift around you, as though a part of the world just turned on a dark hinge you cannot see. Jaqen steps away from the fire, his movements graceful as ever. “A girl will see.”

Before you can ask what he means, he is gone, his figure swallowed by the shadows.

The next day, chaos erupts. Word spreads quickly that the Tickler is dead, his body found in the night with no sign of a struggle, no clue as to how he met his end. The Lannister soldiers are in disarray, scrambling to keep control of the prisoners, but it is clear that the balance of power has shifted.

Amid the confusion, Arya tugs at your sleeve. “Now,” she whispers, her eyes bright with urgency. “We have to go now.”

You don’t hesitate. With your heart racing, you and Arya slip through the chaos, blending into the mass of bodies and movement. The guards are distracted, too occupied with the growing disorder to notice two prisoners slipping away. You follow Arya, your mind whirling with the thought of escape, of freedom, of the promise Jaqen made to you.

As you near the outer gates, you feel a hand close around your arm. You turn, startled, only to find Jaqen standing there, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unreadable.

“A man honors his promise,” he says quietly, his voice cutting through the noise of the surrounding commotion. “A girl is free now. But a girl must follow.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his words sink in. Follow him? Away from Arya? You glance back at your sister, who is darting through the gates with the prisoners, her small form disappearing into the crowd. For a moment, panic grips you—how can you leave her? But then, you remember Arya’s strength, the steel in her eyes, the fire that burns in her heart. She will be fine. She has to be fine.

Jaqen’s hand on your arm pulls your attention back to him. His face is calm, his gaze unwavering. “In the chaos, a girl will be safe. But if a girl stays, death will follow.”

The weight of your promise presses against you. You gave him your word, and he fulfilled his part of the bargain. Now it is time for you to honor yours.

“A girl must obey,” Jaqen says, his voice soft but firm, as though reminding you of a vow already made. And in that moment, you realize there is no turning back.

You nod, your throat tight with emotion. “I will follow.”

Jaqen releases your arm and steps back, his gaze lingering on you for just a heartbeat longer before he turns and walks away, his pace measured, deliberate. You hesitate for only a moment before you take a deep breath and move after him, your steps quickening to match his.

As you leave Harrenhal behind, the sounds of the castle fading into the distance, you glance back one last time. Arya is gone from sight, but you know she will survive. She has always been a survivor, just like you.

Jaqen’s figure leads the way, silent and sure, and you follow without question, stepping into the unknown.

[little0angel0princess0504]

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