hi !! my name’s alia, i’m 20 and my pronouns are they/them (as mentioned in my bio) and this is my sfw tk blog !!
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i want someone to cradle me in their lap and brush my hair away from my face and call me a sweet princess and rock me back and forth,, tell me i’m precious and lovely and sweet,, tell me that i deserve to be treated so adoringly just because i exist,, #need
everytime i remember the first and only time i was properly tickled i literally want to explode. i was so,, whiny and my voice was so pitchy and FUCKKK. i can’t even remember the amount of times i squealed and went “that’s not fair” i literally get so warm thinking about it,, how many aura points did i lose,,,,
i was talking abt this w my friend the other day but i’m gonna post about it on here anyway. the concept. dear god. the concept of a ler going “i’m gonna make you laugh till you cry.” or anything to do with MAKING ME laugh genuinely makes my brain short circuit. i think it’s the fact that it’s sooo intentional and it’s bringing sm attention to how intentional tickling is. the idea that you know and i know that the tickling is gonna make me laugh isn’t enough, you also have to draw attention to the fact that YOU are doing this to pull THOSE noises out of me whether i like it or not. someone pass me the bottle…
housewardens find out their beloved is ticklish<3 ... , imagines, reactions !
𐔌 . ⋮ riddle rosehearts .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
finds out by complete accident. he isn't too educated in the tickle department; so you're going to HAVE and tell him why you jumped when he went in for a hug.
"what was that reaction?" he would ask with a hint of worry, curiosity getting the better of him unfortunately for you. you simply shook your head and told him not to worry, but he's going to worry. probably ten times worse now that you've said that.
"...you laughed?" he eventually asks, his arms loose around your waist mid-hug and your body froze. "no-no i didn't." Riddle gave you the most unamused look ever, even ace never got a look from him this bad. okay, that's a lie. but still, you were busted.
"you most certainly did...when my fingers touched you her-"
"ahaAHa-riddle don't you dare! "
"stand still—" he grumbles as he struggled to poke at your side once again until he juked you. going in for a left poke only to suddenly switch to the right.
"you're..?"
"riddle, don't—"
"ticklish?"
you yelp softly and hide in the pillow close to you, riddle blinks and laughs gently. not in a mean way—he just adores your giggles and the smile on your face.
he tends to make this a habit when you disobey rules, tease him too much or in a bad mood. other than that, he probably won't tickle you unless you provoke him.
𐔌 . ⋮ leona kingscholar .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
it was just a kiss, a simple kiss to your neck. a gentle, soft peak before heading out for classes ... that was until you let out a high pitched shriek and if he wasn't holding onto your waist you would have been sent jumping a mile.
leona immediately questions you, arching a brow down at you he asks, "oi, what the hell was that ?" and your quick to try and change the subject and wriggle out of his hold, but he keeps his grip steady.
"ah uh, don't run away, what was that noise you just made?" he asks again, but in a now playful, "he already knows the answer." type of playful.
you shake your head, pleading silently for him to let you go as you try and lean away, but his fingers dig softly into the sides of your school uniform and you cackle once―a hand immediately covering your face as you crumble down beside him on his bed.
cue his fingers dance across your ribs as you fall face first beside him, kicking your legs from behind and giggling up a storm.
"oh this is hilarious..."
"leheohona! NoHo—pleEhase!!"
when you tried to look intimidating, he just squeezed your ribs once again sending you tumbling back down into loud laughter.
𐔌 . ⋮ azul ashengrotto .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
it happened while the two of you were cuddling; it was peaceful. the lounge was closed, he and you finished your homework and you finally had your alone with your boyfriend.
with no twins to cause some sort of trouble it mischiefs on your watch, you and azul relaxed for the evening. well, that's what the plan was anyways.
his arm wraps around your waist, fingers gently pushing you closer to his side on the bed and you let out a startled giggle. the touch so unexpected you didn't have time to hide your reactions.
"pardon? did you say something?—"
"nope!"
azul narrows his eyes at you, adjusting his glasses with one hand his free one suddenly skitters up your sides quickly before stopping suddenly—testing the waters.
the laugh you let out solved his mystery and he suddenly smiled, "ah, how interesting~"
you immediately tensed in his arms, only for him to pull you closer to him. "tickling is your weakness?"
"don't...s-sahay it like that!"
suddenly, azul once again lightly wiggled against your sides and you burst out into laughter in his shoulders, unable to squirm away because he follows you—until the sheets were kicked off the floor and azul pinned you down.
"gah—gahaet ohohoff! AhahAHZUL!"
in all honesty, he loves seeing your smiles and listening to your laughter. it makes him feel warm inside and knows he has someone like you, someone who's pure, in his life.
𐔌 . ⋮ kalim al-asim .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
when kalim finds out, he gets super excited. and unfortunately for you, jamil so happens to be in the room but has no intention of helping you.
he knows better than to get involved.
"woah—prefect, are you ticklish?!" kalim chirps happily, a bright smile on his face and eyes sparkling with delight, you couldn't refuse when he asked to tickle you. despite your desperate stare at Jamil, he continued to check over kalims homework as he the housewarden tackles you to the pillows and digs into your ribs.
"nehHaa—nahAH KAHALIM!" you laughed out loud, head tilt back with your hands gripping your boyfriend's wrists but didn't pull away, due to not wanting to upset him.
"but your laugh is sooo cute! why haven't you told me about this before! oh, how about here?"
jamil sighs loudly, over your cackles, and silently wishes kalim would focus on what's important first besides torturing his partner.
"i don't understand how you put up with him like this..."
"FUAACK OFF, JAHAAMIL!!"
"hey! that wasn't very nice! now i'm definitely going for your armpits! haha!"
"NO KALIM, IM SORRY!"
𐔌 . ⋮ vil schoenheit .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
he discovers while fixing your posture, because when is he never? a sturdy hand settled behind your back during tea-time with rook and epel, unfortunately for you, sitting on the opposite side of the couches.
"sweet potato, please. you're going to strain your neck looking up like that—"
"GehehHrk!"
the sound you suddenly let out when his hand makes contact with your back sends everyone in the room silent. your model boyfriend stares down at you with shock, rook simply blinks in curiosity and epel almost spits out his drink.
"i-i'm so sorry—"
"what in the great sevens was that?"
no matter how hard you try and dodge the question, you felt another pair of two fingers poke your ribs and you chopped the air beside you where you feel the arm and look back up to see rook, grinning from the couch across from you and vil.
"my, roi du poison, i fear your beloved may be a little bit-"
"rook, don't you say it."
"ticklish?"
you glared at vil, who finishes rooks sentence before you could take another second to breathe, your eyes narrowed as you scooted away.
"oh don't be like that, straighten your posture and finish your tea. we have our study session in 15 miniues." despite the tone of vils voice, he was simply ecstatic about his new discovery.
he will definitely make sure to test it out later tonight in private in your shared room.
𐔌 . ⋮ idia shroud .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
he found out because you found out about his tickle blog that he ran and he was trying to hard to get you to forget you saw ANYTHING! he isn't the type of person who gives of the tickler vibe, however idia is scary when provoked.
"you-you saw nothing! please, erase that memory from you head!"
"babe, i physically can't—"
"then don't say anything to anyone, PLEASE? only you and ortho know and i can't have ANYONE ELSE knowing!!" at that point, idia found himself straddling over you without realizing, but you were having too much fun teasing him to mention it.
"but im sure azul would love to know his board game buddy is suuuuper ticklish just under his arms and—geahahKA!"
in a hope of something happening, idia pokes your sides with two fingers on each side and suddenly gets a wicked smile. "You were saying?"
"idia..wait...you can't-"
"eh, too late. already am."
when idia finally adds pressure, gently squeezes along your waist, you dissolve into loud laughter as you twisted around underneath him, but he was making sure you were going to keep his secret, otherwise he'll keep tickling you.
well, until he gets too flustered to continue and ends up apologizing into your chest and begging you to never speak of his moment to anyone.
𐔌 . ⋮ malleus draconia .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
he knows what tickling is, he has seen lilia tickle silver and sebek more times then he can count — but he wasn't expecting you, his soulmate, to be just as ticklish.
he asks you what's happened, when you suddenly squirm away from him when his hands wander down your back and sit comfortably at your hips.
"n-nothing! it's nothing!"
malleus blinks, thinking for a moment until he realized what's going on. "ah, ... are you ticklish, my dear?"
you immediately start to panic, seeing the sudden confident look on malleus face, your back is suddenly hugging against the nearest wall while the dragon heir slowly steps closer.
"what—Ah! no, of course not! you just...i wasn't ready for your touch."
"well," he breathes, finally getting back into arms reach with you and smiles innocently, "are you prepared now?"
"i—i dont—wait, mahAhahleeUS! nohoAhha!!"
malleus is completely fascinated by your laughs and snorts, every time you lean away he follows you until you're on the floor with him now holding you close, so you don't hurt yourself by accident.
his fingers wiggle into your sides and you fall into his lap, laughing loudly, malleus intends to keep this memory until the day he parts.
summary: you're exhausted after a hunt - dean has his own agenda
warnings: no use of y/n, gn reader, lee!reader, ler!dean, dean is a ragebaiter and it works unfortunately, reader gets ragebaited easily, suggestive dialogue bc its dean we're talking about, way too much build-up i'm afraid, mild cursing, kinda black cat reader i guess? yall like fighting for fun basically
word count: 1.8k
author's notes: i have no idea if anyone is even interested in this or if im the only one into this niche but here it is anyway. also i only watched season 1 of spn so far so i apologise if this is ooc
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The light was still pale, the sun just beginning to rise, when Sam dragged the three of you to a nearby diner. The previous night had been chaotic, the fight hard, and the sleep afterwards elusive. You had just about managed to sleep two hours before Sam put his foot down and demanded real food. For all of you. Even Dean hadn't grumbled when his brother took over the order and didn't get him pie.
You leaned heavily against the seat of the booth, eyes drooping, plate of pancakes and bacon polished clean in front of you. Dean's hand rested on your knee, solid and comforting. The hunt had shaken all three of you.
"I still don't understand how it got there." Sam was saying, head bent over his notebook.
"Dude," Dean countered, "we got the demon. Stop your fussing."
Sam levelled him with a look. "If we don't know how it got there, we don't know if there will be more." His voice was the controlled sort of patience that came only from years of being the younger sibling.
They continued their bickering, but you tuned it out. In your state, you couldn't even recall what the demon had been called. Asad? Or Asag? You couldn't bring yourself to care to remember in that moment and your eyes drifted to look out the window.
A car had pulled up to the diner, parking a few spots away from the Impala. Curious, you tried to watch as a man and a young girl - maybe his daughter? - got out of the car. Something panged in your chest, yearning for the normalcy, but your eyes grew too heavy and slipped closed.
For a blissful moment, you floated in nothingness. The noise of the diner grew silent, the brothers' voices drifting away. Your eyelids flickered against the growing light, and your last thought was a longing for the motel bed.
A sudden jolt of electricity startled you awake, your knee jerking and kicking Sam's leg opposite you.
"Ow, what the hell?" Sam yelped, rubbing at his shin.
"Sorry," you said thinking quickly for an excuse, "nightmare."
"You good?" Dean asked from his seat next to you, hand still steady on your knee. He feigned his worry well, but you knew him too well not to see the glint in his eyes.
He had squeezed your knee on purpose.
You stared at him, heart still hammering from being startled. He just raised his eyebrows at you.
"Yeah. Fine." You looked away first, busying yourself with the coffee pot. Mug filled with lukewarm coffee, you leaned back again, trying to look relaxed. Casual.
Just as you brought the mug up to your lips, Dean's fingers squeezed again, thumb and forefinger digging into the soft flesh on either side of your kneecap. You choked on your coffee, coughing violently. Setting the mug down with a clatter, you dared a quick glare at Dean. He was grinning around his own mug.
"Okay, well, you two are clearly useless." Sam declared, gathering up his notebook and papers. "I'm going to the library to look into this."
You waited until he was well out of earshot before you turned on Dean.
"What the hell is your problem?" You hissed, ignoring how his face brightened at your annoyance.
"My problem?" He said, gleeful. "I don't have a problem."
"You're seriously gonna do this in front of Sam?"
"Come on," Dean drawled, "Sam is clueless. He didn't notice a thing!"
"He didn't notice a thing this time." You corrected. Dean smirked and leaned closer.
"Why? You gettin' shy on me?"
Warmth fluttered through your body. But your rage was stronger.
"You're going to wish that demon killed you." You glowered, eyes hardening as his lips stretched into a grin at your words.
"Aw, you don't mean that." He said, sliding closer to you on the booth seat. "Tell me you don't want this."
You faltered.
You were exhausted, and aching all over, and tense with the remains of the hunt. Having some fun with Dean, on a rare moment when Sam wasn't there, actually sounded…not that bad. Maybe even nice.
Dean saw the moment he got you.
"Come on," he dropped his voice to a whisper, trailing his fingers in light circles over your kneecap, "let's get out of here."
The drive back was silent, and charged with energy. Okay, maybe it was just you. Dean had seemed carefree, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm to the music. Thank god the drive was short. Now you stood in the motel room, watching warily as Dean shed his leather jacket.
"No need to be so skittish." He said, throwing the jacket over the back of a chair.
You scoffed. "I'm not skittish." You sat down on the edge of the bed to take off your shoes.
"Uh-huh." Dean clearly didn't believe you. Your focus remained resolutely on untying your laces. You heard his footsteps approaching, and if you rushed to get your shoes off, you would never admit it. You jumped up from the bed and walked past Dean just as he neared where you had been sitting. You took extra time in placing your shoes neatly by the door. Which you normally never did.
Okay so maybe you were skittish. It's not that you were dreading what was going to happen. No, if you were going to put a name to the feeling, you'd say it was anticipation, but in a good way. Excitement, even. So why where you avoiding the inevitable?
Dean was snickering behind you. You glared at him over your shoulder.
"You know, it's hard to believe you just hunted a fire demon a few hours ago." Dean said, crossing his arms.
"Saved your sorry ass, you mean." You called back, turning to face him. Dean didn't take the bait. He waved you over with one arm, grin stretching. You hesitated.
"Don't tell me you're scared of a little tickling."
"Of course not."
"Oh yeah? Come here and prove it."
He got you again. But you would sooner die than admit defeat. Dean knew this. You knew that he knew. So you crossed the room to stand in front of him, glaring at him expectantly. He considered you for a moment, eyes scanning your tense posture, then, slowly, he lifted one hand. Instead of attacking like you were expecting, his fingers lightly caught the hem of your tshirt. Your heart hammered in your chest.
"You look like I'm about to eat you." Dean said, holding back a grin.
"Knowing you, you might." Was it just you, or did your voice sound slightly breathless?
Dean titled his head as if to say 'you're not wrong'. Fingers slipped under your tshirt. He stepped into your space, crowding you against the edge of the bed, but not pushing you down. Fingertips skittered over your bare side, just enough that the skin beneath them twitched.
"Quit stalling." You forced yourself to say. "Get it over with."
"'Get it over with'?" Dean snickered. "Someone might think you're on death row."
You swallowed thickly as Dean's other hand came to rest gently against your ribs. "Sam might be back-"
"Sam won't be back for hours." Dean's voice lowered to a murmur. His fingers curled and you flinched, hard, a strangled noise escaping you. Dean lowered his head closer to your ear. "We've got all the time in the world."
It sounded more like a threat than reassurance.
"Motherfu-" You locked your hands onto Dean's wrists, but he did not stop. "I'm going to kill you."
"You know," Dean said conversationally, "one of these days I'm gonna make you admit it."
"Admit what?" You gasped out, eyes squeezing shut. It must have been because you were so exhausted - you never felt this sensitive before.
"That you like being tickled."
"I do not-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, giggles." Dean cut you off and lowered his hands to your hips. You doubled over, forehead resting against his shoulder, laughter bubbling out of your chest. "There we go - going down!"
Dean nudged you backwards, letting you fall onto the bed behind you, swiftly following and situating himself over you.
"Get off me you brute!" You pushed at his approaching hands. Dean laughed, nudging your hands away and the two of you got into a hand slap fight.
"Still fighting?" He grinned, catching your hands maneouvering both of your wrists into one hand. You tugged defiantly but his grip was firm. Warmth spread through your body at the realisation that you were caught. Normally you'd break out of his hold with minimal problems - you were also a hunter after all - but your body betrayed you. Left feeling weak and sluggish, Dean had the upper hand.
"Did you just realise the predicament you're in?" Dean taunted, leaning in close to your face. "You've gone all quiet. All bark and no bite huh?"
You were going to kill him.
But first you had to get out of this.
Dean used his free hand to squeeze up and down your ribs, making you twist and arch your back trying to get away. With one last moment of clarity, you braced your feet on the edge of the bed and tried to buck him off. He just hooked his fingers at the back of your ribs in retaliation, and you were a goner.
"Oh yeah," Dean was saying over your laughter, sounding way too smug, "that's the spot."
"You're dehehead, Winchester!" Laughter bubbled out of you like a broken dam.
"Try saying that again when you're not giggling."
This wasn't new to either of you. You'd both played this game before, the back and forth fuelling each others' energies. As Dean's hands wandered from spot to spot, you found yourself pulling down your walls.
"You're starting to look relaxed." Dean said from above you, slowing his hands to gentle tracing just above your hip bones. You cracked open an eye to get a look at him. The hard lines of his face had faded, and he looked…peaceful.
"Could say the same about you."
"What can I say," he replied, shifting off of you to lay heavily next to you, "you bring out my soft side." He paused. "Even if you're stubborn as a mule."
You whacked him in the chest, but there was no fight in it. Feeling boneless and melty, you let yourself shed the tension of last night's hunt. Dean's arm wrapped heavily around you. Eyes closed, you stretched your arm out and over Dean's side. He shifted to accommodate you, leaning his cheek against your head. With one last surge of energy you pinched Dean's side where your hand was resting. Your lips twitched at his strangled yelp.
"I'll remember that." His threat sounded weak with the tiredness overtaking him.
