#ticklish!al

[flames-tstuff]

goddammit, Al... I already loved you an unbelievable amount. you didn't have to do this to me 🙃🙃🙃

#canon lee!Alphonse supremacy ✊️

[anzynai]

Hello :D

I heard requests were closed but available for twisted wonderland 👀

If you don't mind, could you do Jamil and Kalim having a big tickle fight? :3

Have a nice day/night!~☆

-🍓

Bugs

Kalim & Jamil (Twisted Wonderland)

a/n: IM WRITING THIS SO FAST HELPP IM IN A HURRY but this was supposed to be a drabble but then i was like “wait i can turn this into a fic” so here i am. it was a bit hard characterizing them but i hope i did it okay! ANYWAYSSSS enjoy <33

summary: there’s a bug on jamil. thankfully, kalim is there to save the day!

word count: 1.2k

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It had been a relatively normal afternoon in the Scarabia dorm. Kalim and Jamil were together in Kalim’s room doing their homework. Or more so, Kalim attempting to do his homework and Jamil watching to make sure that the housewarden didn’t get distracted every two seconds. In any case, it was routine for the two of them. What happened next, was not.

“Kalim, focus—” Jamil started, but cut off suddenly when he saw something small fly across the room in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head to the right, the direction he saw it go. But before he has the chance, it zoomed past him again and he got a clearer view. It’s very much a bug and it’s going right towards him! He flinched and swatted, trying to shoo it away, but it apparently didn’t work because he felt it land. On him.

There’s a bug. There’s a BUG on me. Right now!! Jamil thought to himself, panic seeping deep into his bones.

“Get it off..!” Jamil shrieked embarrassingly, shaking his body with no sense of precision or direction whatsoever, while Kalim tried to swat the bug off of him.

“Stay still! I’ll get it for you!” Kalim shouted, determined to help, but Jamil couldn’t do anything but stay still when he felt it begin to move.

He barely suppressed a gasp and a giggle, feeling a ticklish sensation on his spine, as Kalim scurried his hands over the vice housewarden’s body, trying to catch the nimble critter.

“I got it!” Kalim exclaimed, at last, holding a small beetle in his hands. He brought it over to the window, so that it could be free… somewhere else… away from them and off of Jamil.

A sigh of relief escapes Jamil, his racing heart slowing down. Then, just as he let his guard down, Kalim jumped up.

“Wait, I think there’s another one!” Kalim gasped, faux shock on his face. Normally, Jamil would have pointed out that Kalim was a terrible liar, but with his nerves on edge, he was not willing to take his chances in the scenario that Kalim was being truthful. A bug was a bug, afterall, and he does not mess around about bugs.

Instead of flailing, however, he stiffened. He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as he could as he tried to remind himself that Kalim was probably just joking… right?

“Is there really a bug?” He said, slowly and carefully, making sure his breath doesn’t waver.

“It’s right there!” And before Jamil can say anything, Kalim squeezes his sides, which tells the servant that his reaction to Kalim touching him seconds before did not go unnoticed.

“W-wahahahahat?!” Jamil giggled, too incredulous to think straight.

“Stop moving! I’m trying to get it off!” Kalim said, but the smile on his face shows otherwise.

“Y-youhuhu liahahahar!” Jamil clamped his arms down to his sides and if anything, that seems to amplify the sensations. Curse him for being so damn ticklish.

“Fineee, you got me! Can’t I just make my best friend laugh?” Kalim shrugged as he used his fingers to poke and prod any part of his body that he could touch. It made Jamil feel as though he was losing his mind as the seconds dragged on.

Without thinking, Jamil reached over to pinch Kalim’s sides. Although they had many tickle fights (with Kalim nine out of ten times being the one to start it), Kalim still seemed unprepared when Jamil decided to fight back.

“Hehehey! I’m tihihickling y-you!” Kalim laughed, his movements faltering.

“This is what you deserve…!” Jamil cried, a half-hearted glare painting his features. Switching the roles found him straddling Kalim as he tickled the housewarden’s sides. Kalim moved his hands from Jamil, instead trying to push at his arms.

“Ahahahaha!” Kalim giggled, a blush taking over his face.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Jamil teased, a smirk on his lips as he began squeezing Kalim’s hips.

“Y-ouhuhu hahahaven’t won yehehet!” Kalim declared, newfound determination in his tone as he lifted his hands towards Jamil’s armpits, squeezing the particularly sensitive flesh. Jamil’s arms clamped down, his tickling weakening. Still, with Kalim underneath him, Kalim continued to scribble around Jamil’s armpits, both of them laughing all the while.

“Stahahap!” Jamil squealed, trying to get the advantage over Kalim again by also going over a spot he knew would give a good reaction from Kalim. His thighs. It was at a bit of an awkward angle, with the positions the two were in, but the vice housewarden was nothing if not good at adapting to.. less than favorable circumstances.

“Wahahahait, nohoho!” Kalim shrieked, kicking his legs. His face was flushed and there was a shocked grin on his face.

“Where’s that cockiness from before?” Jamil let a smirk slip onto his face, feeling confident that he had now gotten the upperhand.

“Nohoho, stahahap! I’m sohahahahorry!” Kalim giggled, bubbly and happy, despite his protests. He wasn’t even fighting much. Not that Jamil was surprised, Kalim had said himself before that he didn’t mind being tickled.

“Sorry? Do you think that’s enough when you said there was a bug on me to tickle me?”

“Nohoho, Jahahamil!” Kalim exclaims, bright. Jamil starts kneading into his stomach, tracing and scribbling along the other’s sensitive skin. The shirt he was wearing offered some protection, he was sure, but not enough.

“So ticklish.. I can’t believe I hadn’t gotten the upperhand sooner. Luck, I guess,” Jamil teased as Kalim curled up, scrunching his neck and shaking his head back and forth. It looked.. a little silly.

“Nuh-uhuhhh! You’re suhuhuper tihihicklish, toohoho!” Kalim tried to say more, but as laughter consumed him, his words died out pitifully.

“Are you sure about that? I’m winning, afterall,” Jamil asked, as he dipped a finger into the other’s belly button, relishing in the howl Kalim let out.

“NAHAHAAH. JAHAHAMIL!” It seemed he was starting to near his limit. Kalim let out a deep breath, but that only resorted in a snort and Jamil didn’t even have to think about how cute and funny it was before Kalim was shouting again. “Y-youhuhu WIHIHIN! YOU WIHIHIN!”

At those words, Jamil stopped and allowed the housewarden to catch his breath, residual giggles leaving his lips every so often.

“Man… and I really thought I was gonna get you that time,” Kalim whined after a few moments, kicking his legs in a pout.

Jamil snickered. “With your sensitivity? As if.”

“I mean,” Kalim sat up, staring at the other. “You gotta admit, you’re pretty ticklish too. I was close this time.”

Jamil coughed into his hand.

“..You wish.” He tried not to blush. Ugh, he hated when people mentioned how ticklish he was. When they did that, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t true.

“Next time!” Kalim declared, pumping a fist into the air, a resolved and serious look on his face.

Jamil only let out a long and audible sigh. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next time.” He pressed a palm to his forehead, pinching in between his eyebrows, slightly feeling phantom tingles on his body.

“Haha!” Kalim only laughed at that before Jamil stood up and handed him his worksheets.

“Come on, you still have to finish your homework,” Jamil said, intending to change the subject quickly. Kalim groaned, falling back to the ground.

“Ughhh, I forgot about that…”

And so, the night was followed with lots of math equations, alchemy procedures, and yeah, tickles.

[alechans-cutetickles]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝚉𝙾𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴♡︎𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ＾▽＾ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

🇮🇹:ho visto che nn ci sono tanti headcanon solletico su zooble e molti bloger dicono che nn soffre il solletivo quindi ecco un BUON headcanon solletico per zooble pk é un personnagio molto carini e de uno dei mei preferiti UnU

🇺🇸:i saw that there is not that much tickle headcanons of zooble or some blogers headcanon that they are not ticklish so here a GOOD tickle headcanon for zooble cuz they are a cute character and it's one of my favs UnU

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🇮🇹:io dico che lei é una swithc ^//o//^

🇺🇸:I head canon that zooble it's a switch ^//o//^

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🇺🇸:

꒷⏝꒷꒦꒷⏝꒷꒦꒷⏝꒷

꒦꒷ LER ꒷꒦

(Soft+playfull)

♡︎this characters it's so good to tickling you but also very cuddly and affetuos <3

♥︎they love cuddling you while they are tickling you ^//^

🧠use baby talks

🍫Will call you "adorable" in under 1 second after she heard ur laugh >//<

🪶fav tools are:feather and paint brush

🎀"BOO! I'm the tickle monster ready to attack you lil angle,haha!! X3💕💕"

💌"how soft u are~ 😊"

🥞:they can give you an a soft and light raspberry~

🍓"Muahahahaaa~🎶 ^w^💕"

🍥theyr fav spots to tickle are:armpits,belly,hips

🍮They like give patnames

🐾they will pinching ur belly if u are chubby O//o//O

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ෴ﮩ_______

๖ۣۜ☆LEE☆ۣۜ.๖

(extremely cuddly+shy)

💓Ooooooohhh bbboooyyy u guys can not immagine how much cute they are in a lee mood ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა 💕

🌸They are 12% VERY VERY ticklish ///

🦴theyr worst spots are:anntenans armpits and wings

♡ᵎᵎᵎ they ENJOY being tickled..i lil bit TOO much~🤭💕

🧸zooble it's a non-binary but they have a pitched and cute girly giggle but when u get theyr worst theyr laugh giggle squeack snort wheeze ect...but it still sounds pitched and girly wich it's the cutest thing ever! ///💕💕💕

🧠they some time get immbarased for theyr laugh and when u found theyr laughter cute but secretly they like <3

🫀they like receving petnames

🍔They LOVE be cuddled and tickle like a teddy bear that u can't not belive how much it's so damm it adorable 😭💗💗💗💗💗

🕷️sometime they cover theyr face from imbarass what a fluffy sweet heart ☹️🫶🫶

🌈"Ohh i want more *giggles* <//}����💕"

🍰Fav tools that they want to be tickled by: same has theyr fav tools for tickling the others

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ theyr anntenats and wing twich when they are tickled

-`✩´- they gets fluttered in 0000000000.1 second!🥰

* ੈ♡‧₊˚* the cuteness of theyr giggles and laughs are over 8000 ♡︎//♡︎

💤Everybody always try to tickling zooble but the problem it's zooble's giggles are too cute so they CAN'T resist!!!! >//<

🐾Too shy for asking for being tickled~

🥩They always lay down and show theyr belly like a lil puppy 🥺😭🫶💕

~ Fav spot that they want to get tickled:belly side belly button ribs and back

ఌ︎Spot that they are not ticklish:nose

🧁they will hug u back after u tickle them aww

¿they LOVE belly rubs so damm it much it tickles them 🥹

☾︎theyr belly it's so squishy that u want to tickle her!! >//w//< 💓💕

*✧. °·‿︵‿୨🌙୧‿︵‿·°✧

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꒦꒷ LER ꒷꒦

(Coccolosi+giocereloni)

♡︎questo personaggio é davvero bravo a farti il solletico ma é anche coccolosa é affetuosa <3

♥︎ama farti le coccole pentre ti fa il solletico ^//^

🍫ti camerebe "adorabile" in meno di 1 secondo dopo che ti ha sentito ridere >//<

🪶le sue armi preferiti sono:piuome e penneli

🎀"BOO! Sono il mostro dell solletico pronto ad attackarti piccolo angoleto haha!! X3💕"

💌"Come sei soffice~😊"

🥞ti potrebbe darti sull tuo pancino una pernachia dolce e delicata~

🍓"Muahahahaaa~🎶 ^w^💕"

🍥dove li piace farti il solletico é:pancia,sotto le braccia,fianchi

🍮adora darti nomi affetuois

🐾ti potrebbero pizzicare la panzia se sei ciccotellx O//o//O

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ෴ﮩ_______

๖ۣۜ☆LEE☆ۣۜ.๖

(extra coccolosa+timida)

💓Ooooooohhh ragaaaazziiiiiiii nn potete immaginare quanto é carina zooble in una modalitá lee ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა 💕

🌸dall 12% soffre il solletico

🦴dove lo soffre di píu sono:le anntenne le ali e sotto le braccia

♡︎!!! ADORA quando li fai il solletico..un po troppo~🤭💕

🧸zooble nn ha genre ma la sua risata é femminile é acuta che é la cosa píu carina dell mondo! ///💕💕💕

🧠avolte si mette in imbarazzo si per la sua ristata si quando la chiami carina ma secretamente ci piace <3

🫀adora i nomi affetuosi

🍔Adora essere coccolata e solleticata che nn puoi immaginare quando é adorabile 😭💗💗💗💗💗

🕷️avolte nasconde la sua faccia dall' imbarazzo che dolce cuore 🙁🫶💕

🌈"oh ne volgio ancora haha <//}💕"

🍰amri in qui vuoli essere solleticata:sessta cosa da le sue armi preferite in qui usa per solleticare gli altri

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ le sue anntene e la sua ala scodinsolano quando li fai il solletico

-`✩´- si arrosciscono in 0000000.1 secondi! 🥰

* ੈ♡‧₊˚* la dolcezza della sua risata e maggiore di 8000 ♡︎//♡︎

💤tutti cercano di far il solletico a zooble ma il problema e che la ristata di zooble é troppo dolce quindi NN possono resistere!!!! >//<

🐾É troppo timida per chiederti se la puoi farle il solletico~

🥩si stende sempre come un piccolo cucciolo 🥺😭🫶💕

~ parti in qui lei li piace farsi solleticare:pancia ombellico e schiena

ఌ︎ parte in qui nn soffrono il solletico:il naso

🧁ti abbracie rebbe dopo che li hai fatto il solletico

¿ADORA i grattini su il pancino li fanno il solletico 🥹

☾︎La sua pancia é cosi morbida che le vuoi farle il solletico!! >//w//<💓💕

[13phantom13angel13]

Wayne Woes Pt 2

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A/N: I am extremely late with putting this out. Too much shit has been going on in my personal life so I haven’t had the time. So, without further ado, here is the long awaited part 2! Enjoy!

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Clark had noticed the past couple of times that he and Jonathan went to Wayne manor that Damian was a bit mopey. And maybe a little jumpy. He avoided being too close to Jon at all costs. He noticed the little flinch he gave if Jon moved too suddenly; noticed his heart rate increase with anticipation.

Jonathan, out of respect for his friend, tried to keep his distance to not spook the baby bat. Sure, it was fun to tickle the hell out of him, but he wasn’t so cruel as to continuously do it every time they visited.

So, they’re current visit had the boys hanging out in the cave again as their dads worked on another case. This time they just sat around playing on their phones several feet apart. Clark watched them intently with a slight frown. He knew Damian was a little upset still. He wanted to cheer him up and let him know it was ok to be ticklish. It didn’t make him weak.

His gaze fell on Bruce as he worked on the bat computer. A wicked smile started to form on his lips. He glanced back at the boys.

“Hey Damian. Come here for a second.”

Damian glanced up at Superman and stood from his spot, walking over to him. Clark grinned, leaning down slightly to whisper to him.

“Wanna know a fun secret about your dad?”

The mischievous glint in the Kryptonian’s eyes intrigued him. He tilted his head slightly in curiosity. Miraculously, Bruce hadn’t heard them; too focused on his current task.

“Watch and be amazed.” Clark stated as he zipped up behind Bruce with the speed only a superhuman can have, latching on to his sides before Bruce even had a chance to react.

The squeal that ripped out of Bruce’s throat was loud, high pitched, and hilarious. But Clark didn’t stop there. He started wiggling his fingers up and down from the tops of his hips up to his armpits. Bruce’s back arched away as frantic laughter escaped him with no hope of stopping it.

Bruce squirmed around in his chair in hysterics trying to grab ahold of Clark’s hands.

“DAHAHAMMIT CLAHAHAHARK!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

Clark laughed along with him, continuing the torment as Damian and Jon watched on. Both of them wore highly amused smirks with just a hint of surprise. Who knew Batman would be so ticklish?

“CLAHAHAHARK PLEAHAHAHAHASE!! I’M BEHEHEHEHEGGING YOU!!!” Bruce sank down slowly in his chair as his cheeks flushed pink, tears of mirth beginning to form in his eyes. That was new.

“Aw…come on, Bruce. Damian needs to see that even big bad Batman is ticklish too.”

“OHOHOHOK!!! YOU MAHAHAHADE YOHOHOHOUR POINT!!! I GIHIHIHIVE!!! CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT!!!”

Clark chuckled, retracting his hands. Bruce slumped forward against the computer system gasping for breath.

“Alright alright. I’m done,” he stated turning back to Damian. “See? Even your dad is ticklish. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone is ticklish somewhere.”

Damian’s eyebrow raised with a slight smirk.

“Everyone? Including you?”

Clark paused, his eyes going wide. Jonathan laughed on the other side of the room.

“Yes he is! Don’t let him lie to you!”

“Jonathan!” Clark squeaked out in embarrassment. Damian chuckled softly.

“Thank you for the demonstration of father’s weakness. Jon already informed me of it. However, I’ll keep that information safe for a time when I need it.” He turned to face Jonathan and motioned for him to follow. “Come, Kent. Let’s go play a video game.”

As soon as both boys were out of the cave, Bruce growled out in a menacing voice.

“So, about my revenge…”

Clark swallowed hard. Oh he just screwed up.

[thebest-medicine]

me watching the “what’s with your new suit design are you bleeding from your armpits” bits in the new spiderverse when miles was getting teased about his suit: 🫣 what if… tickle scene..?

[bluebladefluff]

I cannot express how adorably ticklish Kalim is, it’s alredy cannon he is ticklish from poking him in his normal school uniform and telling MC that tickles, but he says everything is ticklish, I just

Aaaaaaa

I love Kalim

[fanderficreader]

You Have To Go To Bed!

A/N: This is with my aspect characters, and it was also inspired by this fic by:@cefstickles. So shoutout to them for the inspiration!

Words: 1,139

Ships: None.

"Ok wait, No. But, what if we use this concept ok-" "no we already tried that A Million times. We're not doing it!" Al-iety said, getting more aggravated by the minute. Alex was trying to come up with new ideas for her story, but it wasn't going very well.

it was currently 3 in the morning, and everyone was exhausted. It had been hours since they all started working, and they needed sleep. But in Alex's case, she was refusing to sleep until she got this done. "I know everyone is tired-" "tired is an understatement." Alex H interrupted. "Yes, I know. But we have to get this done so I can post it on Wattpad." Alex insisted. 

Everyone groaned. They didn't want to be working on this anymore, and AL-DHD was already falling asleep. "Hey. Wake up!" Al-iety demanded. "Huh? Wha- oh. Yeah, I'm awake!" As she said that she slowly started to fall asleep again, and before they knew it, she was out like a light.

"Ok, who's gunna help me carry her." "I'll help ya." Al-iety insisted. "You take the feet, I'll take the arms." "Ok." And just like that, they hoisted her up and brought her to her room. When they came back they saw that everyone else had left. Except for Alex.

"Ok, girl. You need some sleep. Turn your laptop off, we'll finish in the morning." Alex H stated. "No... I wanna finish it tonight." Alex whined. "No, we'll finish it in the morning." Al-iety repeated. "But-" "No buts." "Hehe, you said butts..." 

Alex had been so tired that she was now loopy. "Oh my god, can you just go to bed already?! What is it gunna take for you to do that!?" Al-iety said, now very agitated by the situation. "I dunno... for me to get this done tonight." Alex said, with a little sliver of hope that they would fall for that. (They didn't)

"Nope. Not happenin'." Alex H said. "Give me the laptop." Alex H demanded. "No! I wanna keep working!" Alex whined. She was starting to sound like a toddler at this point, with how defiant and whiny she was. Alex H caught on to that, and so she then started playing up the situation by counting to three.

"1..." Alex H said in a slow manner. "Are you seriously giving me the count down right now..." Alex asked in an annoyed tone. "2..." Alex H said, a smirk slowly playing upon her face. "I'm not falling for it." Alex said. There was a long pause before she said the last number. As she was counting Alex had been so focused on her, that she didn't see Al-iety sneaking up behind her.

"3." As Alex H said that she grabbed the laptop, and closed it. As she did, Al-iety had latched her hands onto Alex's sides, which elicited a sharp inhale from her and a flinch. "Are you gunna give me the laptop now?" Alex H said with a smirk on her face. Alex couldn't respond, or else it would just be giggles.

Al-iety took that as a sign to start squeezing. Alex's grip loosened on the laptop, as she started giggling up a storm. "I'll take that as a yes." Alex H said as she took the laptop from Alex's hands. Al-iety kept it up, especially if she tried to fight back or reach for the laptop.

"Are you going to go to bed now?" Al-iety asked. "Eeehhehee!! Yahahh!!" Alex couldn't get a single word out with out giggling. Alex H had left to put the laptop somewhere that Alex couldn't get to it. While she was gone, Al-iety had a little fun.

"You know, your laugh is kinda cute. I might just stay like this forever." Al-iety said in a teasing tone. Alex was so slap happy that she couldn't even form sentences anymore. If she did it, it would just be giggles. "Oh really?" Al-iety had been so focused on Alex, she didn't see the figure standing in the doorway behind her.

Al-iety flushed at the sudden teasing tone coming from the usually serious person. But she brushed it off, and instead used it as an opportunity. "Hey! Perfect timing. You wanna help me with this?" She said pointing to the hysterical puddle in front of her. Alex H shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Why not."

Alex H then made her way over to the pinned person and went for her neck. Scritching her fingers on Alex's neck like there's no tomorrow. Alex was in loopy stitches for a while. Until they both finally stopped, and gave her a break. Breathing heavy, Alex just sat there and rolled into a little ball on the bed.

"So are you gunna go to bed now?" Alex H said, emphasizing every other word with a poke to her ribs. Making Alex roll around on the bed more, giggling to no end. "Yehes!" She said. Making sure that she said it loud enough so they could hear. "Ok, good." Al-iety said with a smirk on her face. "At least I know when you're bothering me how to get you to stop." She said, fluttering her fingers behind Alex's ear and under her neck, Just to make a point.

She was a giggly mess. It was so cute, that Al-iety almost didn't want to stop. But, she did anyway. Cause she figured that Alex had probably had enough already. "Ok, do you want us to leave you in here so you can sleep, or do you want us to say goodnight?" Alex H asked. "I want you to say good night." She said, once again in a toddler like voice.

Alex H said good night, and left Al-iety and Alex in there to talk for a bit. "Good night Alex." "Night Al-iety." Alex said back. "Hey!" She called. "What?" "Tonight w-was fun... I... had fun... with you." Alex stuttered, a blush appearing across her face. Even though it was dark, Al-iety still knew it was there. "I had fun too. Maybe we can even do that again sometime..." Al-iety said, a small smirk adorning her face.

As Al-iety left, she took one more look in the room, and then shut the door behind her. She then looked over and saw Alex H leaning against the wall, with a huge teasing grin on her face. "Shut up." "I didn't say anything." Alex H started. "Yet..." She said as she gave Al-iety one last teasing stare, and then walked away.

Al-iety groaned to herself, and then made her way to her bedroom as well. (Tomorrow’s gunna be interesting...) she thought, as she blushed harder knowing of her embarrassing fate to come.

[mapis-putellas]

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1400

Warnings: none

Summary: you find out Alexia is ticklish

It all started with something small—barely even noticeable at first. You were still early into your relationship with Alexia, who, despite being one of the most sought-after footballers in the world, managed to keep her calm, collected, and sometimes intimidating presence off the pitch. But she had a softer side you loved seeing—the sweet, gentle Alexia who, in private moments, let her guard down just for you.

You'd noticed it one evening when the two of you were out, casually strolling through the city, your arm wrapped around her waist. It was a simple gesture, one you often made, but this time, you noticed her body tense up, just for a split second, as your hand brushed her side. You glanced at her, brows raised.

"Are you okay?" you asked, genuinely curious.

She blinked, a blush dusting her cheeks as she looked at you with a sheepish smile. "Ah, sí, sí. Just... you startled me," she mumbled in her thick Spanish accent, waving it off with a soft laugh.

You let it slide, convinced it was just a fluke. But then it happened again.

This time, the two of you were lounging on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder as you lazily ran a hand up and down her back under her shirt. Alexia's eyes were closed, her breathing calm, and you loved feeling her lean so fully into you, completely at ease. But when your fingers grazed her side, she jerked ever so slightly, biting her lip to keep from reacting. You couldn't help but notice.

"Ale..." you began, a smile creeping onto your face, "Are you... ticklish?"

She looked up at you, her cheeks tinged with red, shaking her head quickly. "No, no," she insisted, her voice wavering just enough for you to pick up on. "Just... you surprised me.”

"Oh really?" you said with a teasing grin, storing away this valuable information for later.

You had no idea how you'd missed it. Alexia Putellas, the fierce captain, was ticklish. But clearly, she wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

The next morning, you decided to test out your theory.

Alexia was standing in the kitchen, humming softly as she flipped pancakes on the stove. She was focused, oblivious to your approach. Her back was turned to you, the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting a gentle glow on her relaxed form. You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her waist, placing a light kiss on her shoulder.

"Good morning, mi vida," you murmured, tightening your grip slightly.

She laughed softly, her hands moving from the pan to rest on top of yours. "Good morning," she replied, leaning into your embrace.

You kissed the side of her neck, watching as her face softened, completely lulled into a false sense of security. Then, while she was relaxed and distracted, you gave her a quick, gentle poke on her side.

She yelped, her body flinching as she let out a sound that neither of you were expecting—a snort. Immediately, her cheeks flushed, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in embarrassment.

You blinked in surprise before bursting out laughing. "Oh my god," you teased, eyes sparkling with mischief, "did Alexia Putellas just snort?"

She turned a deeper shade of red, biting her lip as she looked at you with a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "No... no, I did not," she mumbled, though the flustered look on her face only confirmed the truth.

"Oh, you so did!" you laughed, delighting in her reaction. "I didn't know the mighty Alexia Putellas could snort!"

Before she could defend herself, you seized the opportunity, tickling her sides with quick, playful jabs. The reaction was immediate—she burst into laughter, her usual composure shattered as she squirmed in your grip, desperately trying to push your hands away.

"Y/N, no!" she managed to gasp, her voice high-pitched and breathless as she tried to wriggle free. "Stop... por favor!"

But you were having too much fun to stop now. "Oh, no way," you teased, your fingers dancing over her stomach, her sides, even her neck as you discovered each of her most ticklish spots.

Her laughter was contagious, loud and full of pure, unrestrained joy that echoed through the kitchen. She was helpless, her body twisting and turning as she tried to escape, but every time she moved, you just found a new spot to tickle. Tears of laughter began to gather in her eyes, and her cheeks were bright red, her breaths coming in gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

"Please!" she managed to gasp between giggles, her voice breaking as she leaned back against you, her strength almost entirely spent. "No more... no more!"

You grinned, giving her a small break as you pulled her close, wrapping her breathless, flushed form in your arms. She leaned against you, still giggling softly as she tried to catch her breath, her head resting against your shoulder.

"You are too cute," you murmured, rocking her back and forth gently as you brushed a hand over her hair. "I had no idea you were this ticklish."

She pouted, crossing her arms as she pretended to glare at you, though her smile betrayed her. "You are... a menace," she muttered, her voice playful as she nudged you gently.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry," you said, though your grin told her you were anything but. "But come on, Ale, you can't deny it—you're adorable when you laugh.”

She huffed, pretending to be mad, but after a few moments, her shoulders relaxed, and she melted into your embrace, her body soft and warm against yours.

"You are... lucky I love you," she muttered, her accent thicker in her embarrassment, though there was a smile tugging at her lips.

You grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I know. And I love you too, Ale. Even when you're a ticklish mess."

She groaned, hiding her face in your shoulder as she mumbled something under her breath, clearly too flustered to argue further. You just held her close, rocking her gently as you savored the feeling of her in your arms, grateful for the little moments like these that reminded you just how lucky you were.

After a few moments, she looked up at you, her cheeks still pink but her eyes filled with warmth. "You... will not tell anyone, sí?" she asked, her tone half-joking but also tinged with genuine concern.

You laughed, pulling her even closer. "Your secret's safe with me, mi amor. I wouldn't dare ruin the Captain's reputation."

She smiled, clearly relieved, before giving you a playful shove. "Good. Because I will... get my revenge."

"Oh?" you replied, raising an eyebrow as you smirked at her. "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "You... will find out."

You couldn't help but laugh, wrapping your arms around her as you kissed her softly, savoring the warmth and closeness. "I'll look forward to it," you murmured, brushing your thumb over her cheek.

For a few moments, you just stood there, holding each other in the soft morning light, the world outside fading away as you enjoyed the quiet intimacy. But soon, Alexia pulled back slightly, glancing at the stove with a small, sheepish smile.

"We... should finish breakfast," she murmured, her cheeks still slightly flushed as she moved to flip the pancakes.

You chuckled, nodding as you followed her lead, helping her finish cooking as you moved around the kitchen together. And every so often, you'd sneak a quick poke at her sides, just to see her flinch and flash you a quick glare, her eyes sparkling with unspoken laughter.

Once the food was ready, the two of you sat down at the table, enjoying your breakfast as you exchanged soft smiles and quiet laughter, your hearts full and content. And as you reached across the table to take her hand, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the little moments like these—moments filled with laughter, love, and the beautiful, unexpected joy of discovering each other.

After breakfast, as you both cleaned up the dishes, Alexia glanced at you, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I... will remember this," she warned, though her voice was filled with warmth.

You laughed, pulling her into a quick hug. "Good," you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[alastorss]

hii!, hope you have a nice day<3, could I request alastor with a VERY VERY ticklish reader? with like alastor giving a hug to reader and him figuring out they’re ticklish (and using it to his advantage, fluff too!♡︎)

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Alastor has tried everything he could think of, but your mood still hasn't improved.

He's resorted to the most humiliating scenario imaginable: knocking on Charlie's door and asking for her help while grinding his teeth. For you, he's swallowing his pride.

There's no discernible reason for you to be upset, nor has the Radio Demon been successful in finding a way to make your terrible crying stop.

You might as well plunge your hand into his chest and squeeze his heart until it stills. At least then he wouldn't have to feel this horrible ache just looking at your tears.

"Did you offer them their favourite food?"

"Of course I did."

Charlie thinks for a moment, hand on her chin. The Princess of Hell has a whole whiteboard of ideas going on how to make you feel better.

"How about hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always makes me feel better!"

"I don't think that's quite—"

"Oh! I know! What about singing a song? That always makes us feel better!"

Alastor's head tilts. While that was true, he's not sure the sentiment would exactly carry over.

"I... don't think so, my dear."

Finally, after filling the board with countless ideas and subsequently crossing them off, Charlie sighs and flops onto the couch next to him. "I give up. If only they could be cured with your hugs or something."

"... Hugs?"

Deathly silence fills the air as the Princess stares at him blankly.

"You... did try that, right?"

Alastor's ears twitch in lieu of an answer.

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You've decided to hole up in your room again.

For whatever reason, it annoys Alastor. He hasn't been able to see your face all day, and as ridiculous as it sounds, he's become quite attached to you.

He doesn't bother knocking, instead opting to slip through the crack of your door in shadows and materializing beside your bed with a dimming smile.

You don't seem to stir at his sudden appearance, apparently used to his shenanigans.

"What do you want?" You murmur miserably from under your blankets, which are coiled up around you while you wallow.

"Come now, darling. It's a beautiful day in Hell! Why don't you join me for a stroll?"

He perches himself on the edge of your bed as you groan and pull the sheets tighter to your body.

"Go away, Al."

"Why, you've been absolutely pitiful, my dear. What's gotten you so down?" Reaching over, he peels the blankets away from your face so he can finally look at you.

There's a familiar throbbing ache of his heart when he sees your tears. When you don't answer, he sighs.

"Would a hug help?" He asks, trying not to cringe. He holds his arms open with a shaky smile. You blink at him with wide eyes.

"... Really?"

He hesitates, but then your eyes sparkle with the tiniest bit of wonder and happiness, so he surrenders. "Hurry and come here before I change my mind."

You shuffle across the bed, abandoning all your blankets and pillows in the process. After you've shed the layers, you slot into his arms.

At first he's stiff as a board, awkwardly patting your back. But then you relax in his arms, melting against him. Smile softening, he pulls you closer into his chest and squeezes.

Giggle.

Alastor's eyes fly open. Jerking back, he looks at you in bewilderment.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No!" You exclaim, slithering away from him.

"Are you... ticklish?" He asks, amused by your flustered expression.

"I'm not!" You lie through your teeth, squirming to put some distance between your bodies.

"Really, now~?"

He suddenly lunges at you, enveloping you again in his hold and purposefully poking at you with his fingers. You burst out into a fit of giggles, writhing to get away from him.

"Al!" You shriek with laughter. Shoving him away, you finally have a moment to catch your breath while you wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes.

Alastor reaches out, gentle this time, thumbs pulling at your smile. He admires it softly. As much as he hates to admit it, just seeing your face lit up fills him with relief.

"That's more like it, darling. Show me your lovely smile."

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[anzynai]

Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!

Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)

HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!

also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.

Riddle Rosehearts

hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!

who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.

it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.

though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.

he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.

u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT

but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.

he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs

Leona Kingscholar

sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)

I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)

ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.

IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol

kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)

he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you

and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death

his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL

Azul Ashengrotto

hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)

his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot

he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it

i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.

floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.

bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red

he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit

that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”

he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.

he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)

ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE

Kalim Al-Asim

bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.

worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.

ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”

if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)

kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.

also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”

can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it

while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.

his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.

Vil Schoenheit

sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.

unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane

rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.

first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.

he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding

expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?

he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL

pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)

BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)

surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol

Idia Shroud

oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.

he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.

blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed

he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.

bro def squeals tbh while like curling up

who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS

how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”

he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)

i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face

Malleus Draconia

i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.

LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)

i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.

he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him

teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”

sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.

honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)

he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

🥹 cuddly Al with a ticklish tummy? 😭 helpppp this is so cute I'm gonna dieeee

Spying from the Bayou (SFW tickle ficlet)

One sided radiostatic and implied platonic radiorose.

Vox spies on Alastor doing self tickling while talking to Rosie through his voodoo dolls.

He was hopeless. Obsessed. Pitiable. Always one step behind no matter how far forward he thought he was. His name was Vox. Even today, he thought he'd won some sparkling victory for having snuck a camera into the Radio Demon's tardis room. Normally he would be met with fuzzy images of the demon from where his stupid outdated power messed with the technology.

Now he watched crystal clear as Alastor entered, locking his door with comically sized chains and locks. Whatever he was about to do was something he really didn't want anyone to see, and Vox sat on the edge of his seat to drink every second of it. Perhaps some blackmail or a dirty secret would come of his spying.

Alastor began unbuttoning his jacket. Then suddenly his clothes poofed away into a closet, replaced by a vintage women's night gown and pants. No doubt a gift from Rosie. Alastor yawned and stretched his way into bed. Fluffy fur poured out from the gown collar, getting thinner toward his hands and hooves. Vox's heart melted at how soft the radio demon looked. Not at all like his usual conniving and murderous self. The TV demon was already drooling over the headlines. Slandering his rival's foreboding reputation. Imprinting the image of a delicate fawn into the eyes of the public.

He continued watching as Alastor cozied up in bed, pulling his pillows around him and summoning plushy voodoo dolls to his side. God, how much better could this get? He hugged the dolls close and picked at their stitched faces, absent-mindedly tearing the thread out as he stared at the ceiling. It was obvious his mind was wandering in far away places. If only Vox could see those thoughts.

The claws that had been picking at the doll eventually reached up to touch the corners of his own permanent smile. Picking away as if he could remove the invisible thread in his face, too. A small pang of guilt tugged at Vox's heart. A feeling he quickly overwhelmed with quips about how weak and dumb Alastor looked. Vulnerable. Exploitable. How so very exploitable.

Alastor suddenly rearranged himself into a sitting position. His dolls close, friends that had no choice but to do his bidding. Stay exactly how he posed them with their stitched up grins. Then he began talking to them as if they were alive or possessed the ghost of someone special.

“Rosie, dear. Are you there?”

Of course it would be Rosie. Who else? The dolls didn't make a sound, but the way that Alastor smiled…genuinely smiled with his eyes…made it seem like he could hear her voice through them.

“That's good to hear. Unfortunately my day hasn't been quite so bright. I wish I could come see you. I'm in one of…those moods. How do you call it? Yes, that word.”

Vox leaned forward as if he could step into the room himself and hear the other side of the conversation. How frustrating.

Alastor went quiet and brought his hands up to his neck. At first looking like he was trying to strangle himself, but a shift in the camera view revealed that he was spidering his hands from the top and bottom of his neck. Lightly scratching his nails across the pale, sun deficient skin. His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting from one side to the other as if he couldn't decide which side felt better.

A deep sigh of genuine relaxation echoed in the large room. The hands moved from his neck and took turns rolling up the gown sleeve of the opposite arm. Exposing more skin and thin fur that faded out into a beautiful shade of ebony. One hand scribbled on the underside of the other forearm. Extremely slow and teasy, all the way from the elbow to wrist and back. His eyes opened, but his gaze floated off into some unknown space.

When he switched arms, his body twitched and his breath hitched. Whatever he was doing, it made him feel good. Relaxed. Cuddly. As his claws kept dancing around, he melted against his bed and hid his face in a pile of plushy dolls. Hiding the genuine curls to the edge of his smile, muffling the soft giggles and whines that threatened to be heard.

Vox was livid. He wanted to see that dumb silly little grin with a spaced out stare. Catch those disgustingly adorable sounds on record to broadcast all over Hell. Even when Alastor wasn't aware of the camera, he still made his likeness impossible to capture.

Out of what seemed like nowhere, Alastor removed his gown top. Revealing an upper body full of fluffy, curling fur. One arm tucked behind his head as the opposite hand explored with tickly touches. The fleshy underside of his upper arm, toward the armpit, down the side, and back up again. His body jerked when certain spots were grazed along, especially close to the armpit and over his ribcage. Sometimes even pulling out a sweet little giggly hum.

Vox wanted more. To have his claws dancing on those sensitive spots, eliciting those sickeningly adorable little sounds. Imagine the blackmail. Imagine the stories. Imagine his own exploding heart and popping circuits from how cute it was. He could feel his screen heating up to a point where the fans nearly kicked on.

“Rosie, shush! You're not helping! Shut up!” Alastor playfully bantered, saying mean things in the purest way. Whatever she was whispering through the dolls, given that this whole thing wasn't just imagination, had the radio demon's face turning a healthy shade of pink. He switched to the other side, playing with a fresh set of nerves. 

His little hooves shivered and clicked against each other as he tried very hard not to break into a giggle fit. His smile growing with his need to hide it in the pillows and dolls.

“No,” Vox whispered at the screen, “you're going to show me that ugly little smile.”

As if he could hear him and obey his command, Alastor turned his face up. The smile completely true and bright, not hiding any shifty schemes behind its sharp teeth. Only genuine joy and fuzzy feelings. This only happened by accident, but Vox felt like Alastor was looking directly at him. Oh how his digital heart leapt at the mere fleeting thought. Hopeless.

Alastor's claws moved from his sides and both settled on his soft belly. Scribbling up the sides, over the top. His fingers moving in such an eye-catching and fascinating way. Like spider legs barely contacting his skin. it almost looked like art. The reactions even more so.

Little fawn-like bleats. Biting his lip to dam up the embarrassing noise. His hooves still clicking and kicking ever so slightly.

A single claw circled around his belly button, and that seemed to be the absolute end of his patience. He melted into a pile of giggling goo. Draping the idle arm over his mouth to muffle the sound. Such a shield could only hide so much. Eventually his giggles and sighs rose higher.

Locked away emotions bubbled up inside Vox. The desire to make those giggles fill up that entire room. To see his rival reduced to a fuzzy mass of useless goo. Unable to look him in the eyes because he was too busy hiding in dolls and pillows. Exploiting the demon wasn't even part of these strange desires. What could these feelings even be called? They were too pure for him to apply any label he knew.

Alastor's self teasing came to an end. He stretched out on his bed and sighed deeply. Fully relaxed like a baby in a warm cradle. And for the first time, Vox actually witnessed the overlord sleep. Gripping tightly to his voodoo dolls. Curled up in a fetal position with his head folded back on his body uncomfortably. His eyes stayed wide open, but Vox somehow knew he was sleeping inside that empty head. Creepy. Unsettling. Adorable. Charming.

After witnessing that pure little scene, Vox couldn't bring himself to do any of the things he'd originally planned. Exposing Alastor in this way felt morally wrong, like stealing a baby's candy or kicking an old woman who's already on the ground. At least he forever had the footage to go back and watch again and again. To obsess over.

Except that he forgot to hit the record button.

What a shame.

[alechans-cutetickles]

´-*•.¸ zooblee boodle ¸.•*

🇮🇹:nn avevo fatto disengi di solletico su zooble per mesi quindi mi sono sfocata facendo questo doodle <//3 💕💕

🇺🇸:i didn't post lee!zooble arts for months so i got blurry doing this doddle <//3 💕💕

[muffinpink02]

Early Riser

Alexia wakes up early and she only one thing on her mind.

I don't know if I'm in love with this, let me know what you think.

@lucyandalexiafan Thank you for helping me girly 🫶

Warning - Smut 18

You're confused as you’re pulled from your sleep. Your eyes slowly open in a disoriented daze, your vision tries to adjust to the dark room. You could tell from the dim light outside that it was still early morning, though it wasn't your alarm that woke you from your deep slumbers.

Your blurry eyes blinked a little more, your brain was trying hard to function as it was still slowly waking up, that's when you could feel the gentle lips on your bare back as you slowly woke from your sleepy haze. You couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips from tiredness but also the familiar touch of her. 

Loose blonde hair tickled your naked back as Alexia lathered your skin in slow, hot kisses, her breath brought goosebumps to the bottom of your back, trickling the top of your neck. You could feel yourself slowly waking up, though you were still finding it hard to move your sleepy body.

Her delicate fingers traced ticklish patterns on your skin, moving down from your neck to below your arse cheeks. A moment like this would normally help you to sleep, but the feeling of her fingers edging closer to your lips made your clit wake up even before your brain could.

Alexia could tell you were awake, smiling against your skin as you let out a low moan. She moved up to your neck, pushing your messy bed hair from your face. You was on your front, your arms under your pillow, the way you always slept

“Good morning, bebé. Et necessito.” She murmured as she inhaled your neck, her nose sweetly nuzzling your skin.

You smiled sleepily into your pillow. You loved Alexia when she was like this, she was so needy, so impatient and completely enamoured by you. 

Every now and again Alexia liked to surprise you with early morning sex. You weren't sure what it was that made the Spainird want you as you slept, it was as if something came over her, it almost felt animalistic, like she just couldn't control herself, not that you had any complaints. 

“You have me, baby. I’m all yours.” You whispered as you slightly stretched, unintentionally bearing more of your naked skin to the girl as the covers moved with you.

Your rough morning voice only made Alexia's want for you to grow. You heard a faint groan from her as her soft kisses started to become small bites. 

“You’re all mine.” 

“Fuck, Ale.” You gasped as one of her bites sunk into your skin.

You could feel your cunt starting to throb, even in your tiredness the need for Alexia was already taking over. Her hand in your hair moved to your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth. You didn't have any time to worry about morning breath as she easily slipped her tongue between your sleepy puffy lips, forcing her way inside, causing you to gasp against her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into your swollen lips, smirking wickedly when she heard you whimper.

You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, lips and tongues moving against each other, wet smacking noises made between the pair of you. Alexia stole your breath with each kiss, hardly allowing you time for air, it made you gasp desperately any time you could. Your head was spinning, for the need of oxygen or the need for her, you wouldn't know.

You felt her move around you, her large hand easily moving your body to lay on your side, your back to her chest. 

“Open your legs for me.” Her morning voice dripped into your ear.

You easily opened your legs. Then you felt it.

She was wearing her strap, your moan caught in your throat as her fingers traced your thighs. You naturally moved your arse back, begging her to use it. You instantly felt your cheeks flush red as you heard her low chuckle behind you, clearly finding it amusing that you were already so needy for her.

“I love it when you give yourself so easily to me, amor.” 

She bit your ear as she slipped her fingers through your slit. She couldn't hold back the surprised groan as she felt how wet you were for her already, she loved nothing more than how your body reacted to her, always so eager to please her. 

She gently rubbed her long fingers against you, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive flesh. Her lips trailed down your neck as she pressed her chest to your back, you bit your lip as you felt her perky nipples rub against your skin. 

Your body started to heat up, feeling all of these different sensations was a lot, but fuck did it feel good.

Your eyes were still lazy with sleep, but her hot fingers that played between your legs were starting to wake you with every stroke. You shamelessly pressed your hips into her hand chasing her touch, whimpering sleepily.

Fuck she felt amazing. Her talented fingers rubbed at you perfectly, making you moan for her.

“Ale, baby, that feels so good.” You whispered as your hips grinded into her.

Just as you got the perfect rhythm she moved her hand away, bringing her now wet digits to her mouth. That's when you heard her suck greedily on her fingers behind you, moaning at your taste.

“You always taste so good.” She husked as she licked the shell of your ear.

“Ale.” You backed your hips up again.

“Tell me, bebé. What do you want?”

“Anything. You can do anything.” 

Alexia closed her eyes as she stiffened behind you, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself as you said the words that always drove her crazy. She was horny before but now she was too far gone, she needed you.

She gathered your wetness on her palm, ignoring your desperate whimpers, she rubbed your natural lube on her strap, smearing your sticky essence along the long plastic. She sat up behind you, pulling your hips up in the air, forcing your body into the doggy position. In your tired state your brain hadn't woken up to keep the position she wanted, earning you a hard slap against your arse cheek. 

You yelped at the pain but it didn't stop her from landing another one against your cunt.

“Mantén-ho allà.” She growled behind you.

You nodded your head in the pillow, wanting so badly for her to take you. Your throbbing pussy was on show for her, even in the dark room she could see how wet you were for her, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and spitting on your lips, adding to your juices. 

You gassped as you felt her warm spit slide down your swollen lips, you felt like her own personal little whore, that was always ready for her to fuck when she felt like it. 

And you were.

You gasped as you felt the head of her strap, teasingly stroking your entrance. Slowly she pushed herself in, letting out her own grunt as she watched you take her so easily.  

The groan that escaped your throat was loud as you felt the plastic pushing against your tight walls, it felt like it was never ending, the slow push of the plastic just kept going and going. That's when you realised, she was wearing the big one. 

Your fingers gripped at the bed sheets, your body was a little more awake but your mind was still in a haze as you pictured Alexia wearing the thick purple strap.

She enters you slowly, feeling every millimetre of the strap opening you up. You moan at the slowness, trying to breath through the size of it. You blindly and sleepily reach out to try to grab her thigh, wanting to feel her, but she takes your hand and places it against your back.

“I’m here.” Her tone is calm, so calm that you can’t help but squeak out a cry when you feel the unexpected hard spank on your arse again.

Your breathing stopped as you felt her push impossibly deeper against your tight walls. Her large hand stroked your back soothingly. But you still gritted your teeth as the girth of her strap stretched you out as she finally bottomed out in you, 

"Give me the other wrist." She orders you.

You blindly put it next to the other one and she binds your wrist together with her one large hand, her tight grip makes your body shiver uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” She whispered to herself as she eyed your naked form.

You really didn’t, it was mesmerising watching your naked form arching your back with the perfect angle, giving yourself to the girl that you loved. She fucking adored you and you her.

“Will you be my good girl and take me?” She coed behind you.

It was a redundant question, you were already leaking on her strap, completely at her mercy, but you nod in your pillow anyways. “Yes.” You squeak out.

“You are so wet, amor. Letting me in so easily.” She moves her hips slightly, testing the waters. You could hear the lust in her voice, the sheer want. 

Her hips start a slow rhythm behind you, fucking you so deeply, watching as your cheeks gently bounce against her strong thighs. 

“Fuck.” She rasps from behind as her hips start to pick up pace.

“Ale!” You gasped. Your mouth gapes open, as her strap hits the perfect spot inside your walls, pushing and pulling the tight muscles. 

She picks up her pace as your moans start to bounce off the walls. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy but it’s music to both your ears. Her small grunts behind you make your head dizzy. 

She moves one of her hands from your wrist to your neck, pushing you down further into your pillow, but not enough to muffle your screams. No, she wants to hear every bit of noise she can force out of you. She uses the new angle to push even deeper inside of you. Her hips are relentless as she watches her thick strap slide in and out and of your very wet, very swollen cunt. 

She’s losing herself as she watches you below her, your high pitched moans drive something in her, making her hips snap quicker, the primal instinct to just fuck you raw takes over her body, the way she’s fucking you is verging on animalistic.

“You’re so loud, bebita. You’re going to wake the neighbours.” She smirks at her own words, not actually giving a rats arse about the neighbours and their sleep schedule. 

Her hand squeezed your neck, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. You can just about breath as she forces the air out of your lungs. 

“My good girl.” She grunts, letting out her own moans as her clit rubs deliciously against your arse. 

Her hips hit yours a few times before she stops.

“On your knees, face the mirror.”

You do as she said, your legs like jelly.

Her large hand gently slots around your neck, her fingers instinctively flex as she feels your pulse flutter under her touch. 

“Please, Ale.” you beg without knowing what you really want.

The blonde pulls you against her chest, making your head lean on her shoulders. You can feel her tight nipples rubbing against your back, you hear the way she moans into your neck from the touch. 

She’s inside you in a second. 

“Alexia!” The sound you let out is fucking loud, if the neighbours didnt know her name before, they do now. Your hands find her immediately, one wrapping the back of her neck, the other on her thigh.

“That's it, baby. Take it. Just take it.” 

And you do. You gladly take what she's giving you. Her whole body’s rocking into you, hitting her clit just right and you get to watch her every move as she takes you so effortlessly.

Her fingers flex around your pipe, squeezing the perfect amount to make your core clench and drip messily around her strap. The strained moan you let out makes Alexia’s eyes roll to the back of her head, she always loved the noises she could pull from you. 

“Look at you, déu meu. You are all mine. Look, cariño, look how good you are.” A surge of possessiveness takes over the blonde as she stares at the reflection in front of her.

The grip on your neck forces your head forward. Even in the dark light you could make out your reflection, you look fucked. Your hair was a mess, your face was still puffy with sleep, your swollen pouty lips look like they've doubled in size. 

A euphoric look takes over your features, as her strong hips rut harder behind you, your mouth hangs open in pleasure, allowing a quivering whimper to escape your lips. Alexia watches the bounce of your breast move from her quick thrust. A sense of pride takes over her at the way your body begins to form a light sheen of sweat as she makes your muscles work, even in its tired state. 

This was Alexia's favourite version of you, completely at her mercy.

“I love you, amor. My good girl.” 

“I-I love y-you.” You try to reply but it's difficult to form words when you have an athlete thrusting an 8 inch strap inside you, forcing space for itself on every stroke. But, it was more difficult when you saw the way her hazel eyes were staring at you, a wave of wetness dribbled down your shaky thighs.

Alexia was well and truly obsessed with you.

She moves your neck back to trail soft kisses down your sweaty neck, her thrust turning to a slower pace.

“I want you on top. I want to see your face properly. I need you so badly, amor. Will you do that for me? Hmm? Please.” She begs in your ear, her whispered words just for you.

Your core tightens almost painfully around her girthy strap, sometimes you were sure you could maybe, just maybe, come from Alexias words alone. 

You nod. “Yes, baby. Anything you want. I’m yours, always.”

That's all she needs to hear before the blondes laying on her back, helping you line up the strap to your dripping core.

The early morning light has become brighter, you can see Alexia's beautiful features clearer now, she takes your breath away as you watch her, watching you take her inch by inch. 

It's a lot, the girth, the length, the tiredness that still wavers though your body, the way she's watching you. Staring at you. 

You're obsessed with her.

Her hands stroke your thighs as you try to breathe through the fullness of her, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. A shy smile pulls at the corners of your lips when you feel Alexia’s long fingers intertwined with your own. She’s looking at you with pure want, you can taste it in your shared kisses, you can feel it as she wraps one large hand around your waist, stroking your skin with her thumb.

“You’re so beautiful, amor.” She smiles up at you, that smile that she only saves for you. 

“You are too, Ale. You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.” You bite your lip as you move your hips, emphasising on your last word. Her smile widens as she feels the movements.

“That's it bebita, don't be shy. I love when you ride me.” 

Your eyelashes flutter when you feel a small roll of her own hips below you. The hand on your waist squeezes you as she gives you another thrust, making you give out a small moan, then another and another. And then she's off.

“Fuck! Ale!” You gasp as you close your eyes, fully feeling the strap push into your core.

You try to breathe again, rolling your own hips with hers, in time to her rhythm shes set. She’s surprisingly slow, gentle even, a far cry from how she was fucking you earlier, the room fills with soft pants between the pair of you, words of love spoken under small moans. 

“Bebé.” She moans between pants. “Make me come. Just like this.”

“Do you like that, baby? Like that?”

You pick up your pace, pushing down a fraction harder as you snake your hips.

Hazel eyes flutter closed as she feels the strap grind against her swollen clit, her hand on your hips squeezes again, urging you to keep going.

Your relationship with Alexia is very 50/50, you share the chores, the driving, the grocery shopping and the bills. It’s balanced, and that also includes your roles for the bedroom. Another delicate balance of giving and taking, pleasing and pleasuring, dominance and submission. 

It's a perfect mix of yin and yang, Alexia is the storm that holds your hair in a ponytail as she rocks her strong hips into your mouth, all while you look up at her with adoration in your wide adoring eyes. 

But, the moment Alexia has you on top of her like this, the girl turns into a whimpering mess. It’s like a light switches on and the Spainard forgets all of her natural dominance, easily becoming a desperate mess. 

And you love it.

You gently rock your hips back and forth, you love the way her bottom lips caught between her teeth as her eyes are watching your movements, mesmerised as you easily move above her.  

Her lips part, the cutest of whimpers escape her puffy lips, you can’t resist leaning forward and capturing her mouth. The moan she lets out vibrates your own lips, sending hot shivers down your spine. 

“Give me your hands.”

Alexia doesn’t argue, or question your request, she never does when she's in this position, more than happy to let you take control. Her large hands eagerly find yours, you can’t help but smile at her willingness. 

You pin her hands beside her head, giving yourself more control. You trail your lips down her neck, your hips never stop moving as you take her strap. Your tongue darts out between your kisses, you instantly taste the salt on her neck, you can't stop yourself as you groan loudly at the tangy taste, making your mouth water from her natural essence. 

Many people would squirm away from such a taste, but not you, theres something about it that drives you fucking crazy. You need more, you greedily trail down her neck, sucking and biting as you take in her flavour that's coating her skin, you can hear and feel the blonde becoming a mess beneath you, but you can't stop. You need her. 

She's becoming restless beneath you as your mouth devours her skin, her breathing picks up to a deep pace. 

“Your mouth.” She groans quietly. “I-I can’t concentrate.” 

It’s exactly what you want to hear, the dam of self control bursting beneath you. She’s losing her resolve, feeling your tongue press against her hot skin, the constant grind of your talented hips on her swollen wet clit. Her hips bucked up with a hard thrust, in turn making you bite down on her neck. You almost feel bad at the pained whimper she makes, but it doesn't stop you from sucking more of her skin into your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.” You mumble against her now red skin, kissing the sting away.

Alexias fingers flex against yours, she can feel her own wetness dripping between her cheeks as you continue to ride her. She can feel her orgasm building, the warm flush rises from the pits of her stomach, right to the tips of her fingers. 

“Look at me, baby.” You purr against her lips. 

Hazel eyes flutter open, her pupils are blown out. 

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah? You wanna come baby?” You press your lips to hers.

“Sí, sí. Please.” 

It's a rare sight for Alexia to beg, so of course you take advantage. 

“I want to hear you beg, baby.” You tease, stealing another kiss from her blown out lips.

Alexia eyes lock with yours, you can see the flicker of hesitation, but with another deep snake of your hips you have her. 

“Please, keep doing that. Merda, yes, just like that!” She pleads.

You tighten your hold on her wrist, grinding down harder on her strap, you can't stop your own groans as her strong hips buck uncontrollably underneath you. Her abs flex hard from each shallow breath she takes, the muscles in her biceps tense as she loses more of herself to you. 

The small frown between her eyebrows deepen, you can tell she's getting closer. So, you lower your mouth to her chest, taking in her erect nipple. 

“Sí! Sí. Don’t stop!” 

We all know now that Alexia’s nipples are her kryptonite.

You suck and grind, lick and roll your hips. You’re using every bit of concentration you have to work the girl as she thrust deeper into you, it’s a hard task, feeling your own climax growing between your legs, but with the way Alexia begs and pleads there's no way you can stop.

“Fuck, Ale.” You groan as you suckle on her strained nipple, trying to lick the spit that escapes your mouth, finding your own mind faltering as her hips keep fucking frantical into you. 

“Just like that, please, please, bebé!” Her mouth hangs open as she feels the last thread of her restraint snaps. 

She breaks as you bring her to her climax.

Her orgasm rushes through every nerve in her body, sparks of pleasure washing and waving through her muscles as her body spasms hard beneath you.

You keep bouncing your hips above her, making sure to hit the spot that's making Alexia desperately groan out in pleasure. Your mouth stays on her chest, gently sucking on her flesh as she continues to grind and pant. 

Alexia’s body keeps desperately grinding, small whimpers slipping from her until she finally goes limp. You let out small pants of your own, still feeling the thick strap inside your very tight walls.

“I love when you’re on top.” Alexia lets out a breathless chuckle.

Her dopey smile makes your heart swell. A face splitting smile crosses your own face as you look down at the blonde. The obsession you have for each other pouring out in your smiles.

“Get on top.” She breathes out.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Get on top.”

You’re about to question her again, until she smirks up at you, sticking out her pink tongue. Then the penny drops.

“Oh..OHHH!” Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at your slowness.

You wince as you move off of her strap, but you can’t hide the excitement as wobbly legs crawl up to the girl's face. 

Her tongue eagerly licks at her lips, as she spots the wetness that drips from your swollen lips.

You gently scoop her hair into your hands, and settle above her. 

“You’re dripping.” Alexia whispears below you. You can’t stop the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel her breath on you.

“Come, let me taste you, cariño. Let me make you feel good.” She presses her lips to your shakey thigh.

Her now free hands pull you down onto her awaiting mouth.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you feel her tongue slide into your lips.

The blonde groans loudly. Like you, she can't hold her want for you back. She sucks your clit into her mouth, swirling your clit against her talented tongue. 

She’s so gentle, licking and lapping at your velvety folds, you can hear how wet you are, it almost makes you a little self conscious until you hear Alexia moaning at her own pleasure from you on her tongue.

It gives you the confidence to grind on her mouth, a smile pulls at your lips as you look down, the girls in her own world, her eyes closed as her chin becomes soaked with your juices. She wraps her plump lips around your puffy clit and you can’t stop yourself as you groan loudly. You’re already gone, you can feel this isn't going to take long. Your thighs start to shake, your hands in her hair pull her closer, grinding your hips into her warm mouth.

“Ale, baby, I’m going to come! Fuck.”

Her hazel eyes flicker at yours, her large hands tighten around your hips, pulling you down, driving your hips harder. You snake your hips, landing one hand on the head board, the other lacing her hair. 

Alexia loves when you’re on top (in any position) she loves watching you lose yourself as your body takes what she gives you, watching you bounce and grind on top of her face, greedily swallowing and drinking down your essence. 

A gentle tug in her hair makes her groan against your core and it's the last push you need to finally see stars.

“Hmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Your orgasm explodes though your body, your hips push uncontrollably harder, Alexia only moans louder, sucking on your bundle of nerves, sending electric sparks right through you.

You gasp, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Your muscles are shaking hard against the blonde's head, Alexia smiles sweetly as she kisses you down, waiting for you to come back to her.

You wobbly move to the side, dropping on your back.

“Well, that's one way to start your morning.” You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. 

“It’s the best way to wake up.” She leans over and kisses your lips, leaving a shimmer of your juices on your mouth. You can't help but groan, tasting yourself on her tongue.

Her hazel eyes roam your face as she pulls back, that dopey smile still plastering her face. The girl still gives you butterflies, even after all these years of being together. 

You hear a small rumble coming from below.

“Is someone hungry?” You chuckle.

“Sí, I think I need seconds.” She raises her eyebrows with the most mischievous look she can muster.

Before you can stop her (not that you would) Alexia’s shimmying down your body, settling herself between your legs. 

The girl had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day.

[alastor-simp]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kanene-yaaay]

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Not gonna lie, when I finished the anime one of my first thoughts was that I would love to see anything about Ed being able to get into playful tickle foghts his lil bro and !!!!!!!!!! I COME HERE AND SIMPLY GET BLESSED BY SUCH A SWEET, AMAZING AND GREAT ARTWORK LIKE AAAAAAAA

The way that Al doesn't even TRY to stop Ed and how cute this entire scenario is simply makes me wanna hug my phone and SOB! They are truly so precious ♡♡♡ I love it

the simple joys of being human :)

Tagging the few fma peeps I know of in this community because the fandom is long dead :') @skribblz @kanene-yaaay @lovelymessybubbly @otomiya-tickles

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Could you do headcannons of Jack, Kalim, and Silver with a S/O who likes to trace shapes on them (hands, arms, back ect.)?

I'm picturing Kalims S/O tracing his tattoos for hours😆

Jack Howl:

Jack wanted to know what you were up to, eyeing your fingers warily as you traced random shapes along his bicep. You told him you were just relaxing, which clarified nothing for him but you weren’t hurting him or making him uncomfortable, so he continued to relax. You can feel his muscles flexing underneath your light touch, like they were responding to your touch even when Jack had no idea what else to say; he would be flustered if you told him this was also an excuse to feel his arms, though you wondered if you could get him to flex a little harder just to see how big his muscles had gotten over the years.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim is a little ticklish so he can’t help but giggle when you begin your task of tracing his tattoos, commenting on their incredible quality as they didn’t seem to fade even after all these years. He talked to you a little more about them, their cultural meaning and why he’d gotten them as young as he did, and you were always happy to hear Kalim gush about his home. You were normally distracted from this task as Kalim couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around you, leaving you to trace shapes into his back as he cuddled up with you.

Silver:

Silver hadn’t noticed your fingers were moving with purpose, simply enjoying your touch and resting at your side, but he was too sharp not to notice a pattern. When he asked what you might be doing you didn’t really have an answer; you were just enjoying the feel of his skin in as innocent a way as possible. Silver didn’t bring it up again but he watched you trace the shapes, taking note of which ones you liked the most. He couldn’t help but smile when you began to make little hearts, catching on that he was watching and laughing with him. He started to do the same to you when you least expected it, woken up by him gently tracing circles and waves along your arm until you opened your eyes.