As pride month draws to a close, I figured I'd make an experimental post featuring an AI-generated tickle video of my favorite lesbian couple in gaming, Tracer x Emily, from my favorite FPS game, Overwatch.
The idea for this video came to me from a tickle fiction I was in the process of writing and I decided to enter a prompt refrencing part of the story. Lmk if you guys like this type of content and if you'd like to see more. Any suggestions for other Overwatch characters are appreciated! Also, lmk if you guys would like me to post the story this video is pulled from.
an: a super small fic that’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit! enjoy :3
"Y'know what just sounds delicious right now?”
You smiled up at Cole from your place by his side, head resting on his chest. "What?"
"A raspberry pie."
A tiny giggle left your lips and you shook your head. "I'm afraid we don't have any of that, Cole." He peered down at you with a fake sigh, shaking his head with a small grin. The hand around your arm came down at your waist and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Ah, well that's okay. I suppose I have some raspberries right here!"
You had no time to register his words before he switched both of your positions. He straddled your waist on top of the couch, his lips touching down on the bare skin of your neck. He took in a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the open area, his scratchy beard rubbing against your neck as well and making you squeal. "C-Cohohole!"
He grinned, the feeling of his warm breath caused you to shiver and giggle out. "Hmm? What is it, darlin'?"
"Nohoho!" Your hands came up in a futile attempt to push his head away. He held strong, pressing a small kiss to your neck before leaning back to face you.
"What do ya mean, no? I'm just sharing some raspberries with you. Here, have more!"
His head ducked down again and he blew tiny raspberries all across your neck and collarbone. You squealed again, falling into heavier giggles. You threw your head back to try and escape the ticklish feeling, but it only exposed your neck more. Cole chuckled. "Why, thank ya!"
You shook your head back and forth, little squeals and titters emitting from you as he nuzzled his head further between the crook of your neck. He made sure to purposely use his beard to graze against your skin, making you try and fail to bring your shoulder up to deter the itchy feeling. "P-plehease!"
"Aw, but I'm just starvin'. You want me to go hungry, is that it?"
You shrieked as you felt his fingers on your sides, adding to the mix as they scribbled gently against your shirt. Your hands came down to grab at his, useless as they failed to push them away. Your torso twisted underneath him, feet kicking out on top of the couch. Bubbly giggles turned into hearty laughter as his hands switched to squeezes and his lips gave more raspberries on your neck. "Noho! Go mahake sohomething!"
"But there's a perfectly good meal right here! Absolutely delicious." He pressed another chaste kiss, this time on your lower jaw. His fingers crept to your stomach, wiggling lightly and making you squeak before falling into bright giggles. A blush came across your face, along with a wide smile as you giggled out helplessly.
"Cohohohole! I cahahan't!"
He glanced up at you from his place in your neck, pressing a few more soft kisses to your jaw. "But your giggles are filling me up!" He nibbled lightly against your jaw and trailed his lips down your neck, making tiny eating noises as he went along. You squealed loudly, bringing a hand up to shove at the side of his face as you did your best to move your head away from him.
"Cole!" you whined, "n-no mohohore!"
The cowboy snickered, stopping his attack on your stomach and pausing his nibbling to sit back up atop your waist. He grinned warmly down at your giggly, blushing figure. You tried your best to glare at him, crossing your arms against your chest as you narrowed your eyes. "That was mean."
He cooed at you, chuckling softly before bringing a hand down to push a stray hair out of your face. Your half-glare instantly dissolved at the small gesture as you smiled bashfully. Cole leaned down towards you, face inches away from yours. "Aw. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you."
He dipped his head, lips pressing softly atop of yours as he captured you in a warm kiss. You immediately melted into it, closing your eyes as your arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck. His hand found your jaw, holding the side of your face gently as he deepened the kiss.
Cole lingered the gesture for a few more seconds as he sneakily crept his hand to your side again, fingers wiggling against it ever so gently. Your eyes snapped open and you giggled into the kiss, feeling his lips curl up into a grin against yours.
an: the first part of this came to me in a dream today….i had to write some sort of revenge fic. enjoy! 🤍
“am i distracting you, doctor?”
your hands were on her sides. still, just resting there as you stood behind from where she sat at her desk. you whispered low in her ear, impish with a threatening grin. your fingers were poised in the perfect position to strike, yet you remained unmoving.
moira had visibly tensed under your touch, not daring to look away from her laptop screen as she desperately tried to not let even a single twitch show. “i….i highly advise you drop... whatever dull idea you might have.”
you remained quiet, letting the anticipation build, along with the rigidness in moira’s muscles before you finally unlatched your fingers.
she visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief that she tried so hard to hide, but you noticed it anyway. you giggled, standing up straight again and walking away with a proud grin.
now, the roles had switched. several days later, when you had halfway forgotten about that moment, you found yourself jerking under her slim fingers on your ribs.
those damned nails dragged ever so slowly as she loomed over you with a greater threatening presence than you had seen in a while. “oh dear. this is quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. is this…distracting?”
you gritted your teeth, arms screaming to crash onto your sides, but you held strong, not wanting to give her what she was seeking for. she knew she would break you though, leaning in to softly speak into your ear. her breath was warm on your ear, making you shiver.
"i will say, you've earned yourself the slightest of lenience for stopping when you did. that head of yours isn't that foolish."
you tilted your head away with a tiny squeak when she gently blew into your ear.
"although, you know better than to test me at all."
her nails scraped down your ribs and to your sides, gliding lower until they reached your hips and trailed back up again. there was more purpose to it this time. it made your back arch as an unusual screech spewed past your lips.
your arms did crash down now, straight to your sides and trapping her hands between them and your torso. unfortunately, it did little to deter her movements. her delicate tracing turned sinister, long nails replaced by fingers as she squeezed mercilessly at your sides instead.
"m-moir-ah! noho, plehease!"
heavy laughter rushed out of you, echoing off the thin walls and making moira smirk. you couldn't see the look on her face, but you could definitely hear it in the way she whispered against your neck.
"such a ridiculous amount of sensitivity. you'd make quite the experiment."
your face heated at that, head dropping lower as you stared holes into the desk below you. you writhed under her grueling touch, nerves lit on fire as she seemed to know just where to prod to get another shriek out of you.
you doubled over, head almost lying against the table now when she stepped closer against the back of your chair. she practically had you trapped between the desk and her. there was no room to get up unless she moved away, which didn't seem plausible any time soon.
her hands escaped their narrow enclosure, and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around yourself, fully blocking any spots she might try to pursue. moira only hummed confidently though, like she had something else planned.
and she did. those long nails trailed down the center of your back in a tauntingly slow motion. you squealed loudly, snapping up and arching your back as far as it would allow. you sucked in a harsh breath before falling into titters and bubbly giggles.
"moirahaha!"
"hold still, dear."
one hand held onto your shoulder, slightly pushing you forward and bringing your back closer to her again. you shook your head, finding her grip to be quite strong as you made the futile effort of pulling away from her.
she grinned behind you, thoroughly amused at your failed attempt of escape. her free hand found your back once more, trailing towards one of your shoulder blades until her thumb reached the bone. she dug in meticulously, taking one of her educated guesses and being thrilled as she got the reaction she hoped for.
you jerked under her touch, twisting left and right and spewing more hearty laughter as she made you crumble under her touch. your arms were still hugging yourself, unsure of what to do and unable to reach for her hand behind you.
"what a peculiar spot to be ticklish. where else might they hide, hmm?"
before you could plead, the hand on your shoulder squeezed into the muscle repeatedly. you twitched with a new bout of laughter, your shoulder scrunching up towards your head in an attempt to alleviate the sensation.
"plehease, d-dohoctor! a-ah!"
moira hummed in thought, yet not stopping her squeezing or digging. you sat there rigidly and in peals of mirth as she debated with herself in her head.
"now, now, pet. your hypersensitivity is questionable, and all those miniscule spots that make you beg must be uncovered and answered."
the faintest sound of a whine unveiled in between your shrieks and cackles. moira's downright entertained voice spoke out next to your ear.
perhaps perhaps…. Another lifeweaver fic? IF you’re comfortable with writing this bit, could it include an insecure reader? Like around the stomach and waist maybe? And just this WHOLE teasing thing. I’ll leave the rest to you! This page is absolutely a rare find!!!
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧 “𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫” 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
an: aww i loved this request, it’s perfect for him with how kind he is, thank you so much! enjoy! 🤍
"Are you almost ready, my dear?"
"Just a moment!" You called out behind the bathroom door.
Niran had booked the two of you an evening reservation at a nearby elegant restaurant, to which you were currently getting ready for. He waited patiently outside the door, sitting on your bed in the shared apartment, adorned in a nice, white button up shirt and black dress pants.
You, on the other hand, were standing in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not you looked good enough for tonight's event. You scrutinized your outfit, suddenly noticing all the flaws and imperfections that were effervescent on your figure.
Almost ten minutes had passed, and Niran took notice of the silence coming from inside the bathroom, so he gave a small knock to the door with concern lacing his voice.
"Is everything all right in there?"
You swallowed, pushing down the lump in your throat that threatened to make tears form in your eyes. Hesitantly, you broke your gaze from the mirror and turned towards the door, opening it slowly and refusing to look at Niran with a reluctant frown, keeping your eyes fixed to the floor.
His eyes lit up, scanning your outfit with a wide smile. "My, you're blossoming!"
He tilted his head up to look at your face, his own faltering when he noted your scowl and your sunken eyes that refused to make contact with his own. "Love, is something wrong?"
An embarrassed blush clouded your cheeks and your shoulders dropped, fingers coming together to fidget anxiously with one another. "I'm sorry, I don't look very nice."
Niran's brows furrowed, his face expressing one of confusion and sadness at your statement. "Whatever do you mean? You look amazing!"
You sighed, biting your lower lip nervously before shifting your eyes towards your torso. "It's just...I'm not very attractive in this. My stomach-"
Niran stepped forward, cutting you off with a stern, yet kind tone in his voice. "Now where did you get that idea from?"
You still wouldn't dare to meet his eyes, so he took it upon himself to move closer and bring a hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards and forcing your eyes to greet his. They shone with concern upon seeing the glaze of tears in your eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.
"I think you look lovely. Matter of fact, I know it." His tone was soft, accompanied by a warm smile. Your lower lip quivered at his words, and you looked back down in shame.
"But my stomach...It's just so.. I don't know, noticeable."
Niran shook his head. "It's beautiful, darling."
"No," you sighed, feeling the heat on your face only getting warmer as you continued, "it's not. It's unappealing and gross and I can't believe I haven't noticed it soo-"
"Hey."
The unexpected strictness in his voice made you look up at him, taking in a breath you didn't realize you had been holding in this whole time.
His brows were furrowed again, with his eyes slightly narrowed at you. The smile from his face was gone, but you could still see the softness in his eyes.
"I will not allow you to tear yourself down like this."
You were silent, so he continued.
"You are magnificent. Your body is magnificent. I don't look at you and see flaws, I only see the beauty. Every part of you, it's all heavenly. And I am extremely lucky to be the one to take you to dinner in that outfit."
Your blush only grew, but this time because of his loving compliments. You bit your lip, hands still fidgeting nervously. "Really?"
"I mean every word I say."
A small smile appeared on your lips, and you nodded your head. "Thank you, Niran." There was still a glumness hidden in your eyes that he could see, so he grinned and put his hands on your waist.
"I think your stomach is quite adorable." His fingers grazed over your middle, making you twitch and stifle a giggle, taking a small step back at the feeling.
"Hehey, be careful."
His grin only grew in size, a playfulness taking over him. "Aw, but how else will I cheer you up?"
His fingers lightly scribbled on your stomach as you squirmed away, trying to move away from him completely. His movements didn't deter though, and he effectively followed you until he had you almost leaning back against the bed.
Niran stayed in front of you, positioning his legs around your frame so you were trapped between him and the bed. Your back hit the mattress, and you realized you had no where else to go.
A wobbly smile adorned your features, giggles spewing out of you like a leaky faucet, making Niran smirk with a pleasant hum. "Just listen to those giggles! Seriously, how is every part of you so cute?"
"Nihihiran, noho!"
His hands travelled to your sides, giving them gentle squeezes with his thumb and forefinger. A squeal escaped from you, eyes crinkling shut and smile growing wide. Your hands were in front of you, trying to push his away to no avail.
"Niran, yes!"
Your giggles increased in speed and pitch as his fingers hit the extra sensitive spots on your sides, pinching wherever produced the best reactions.
"Such a pretty face with pretty laughter! I could listen to it all night!"
The blush on your face increased at his teasing, which by any means did not go unnoticed by him. He picked up the pace with his squeezes, moving upwards towards your lower ribs, his playful smirk on growing.
"Aww, what a lovely shade of pink! I should make you blush more often, hmm?" He enunciated his last word with a wink and a tweak to your ribs, making you squeak and squirm harder.
"Dohohon't sahahay that!"
"Oh, but why not? You're like a beautiful rose!"
His words made your stomach flutter with the feeling of butterflies. The way his tone was so teasy and playful had you wishing the mattress would swallow you whole, embarrassment creeping up to your neck and ears.
Niran's hands crept higher to your upper ribs, and instead of his awful pinches, he switched to spidering against them. The sensation made you arch your back with a squeal, giggles pouring out of you and making Niran coo.
"Aww, is it super ticklish here?"
You shook your head, refusing to admit just how badly his fingers affected you. "Nohoho!"
Niran gasped in mock surprise. "No? Then why are you giggling so much?"
"Gohoho AWAHAY!"
He made a noise of disapproval, shaking his head lightly with the smallest of a feigned frown. "Aw, but I how could I ever stop listening to those cute giggles!"
Niran's hands had found your stomach again, aiming for the spot directly in the center and scribbling his fingers on it. The sensation made you jerk backwards, your back falling onto the soft mattress underneath you. With a squeak, your hands crashed down onto his, pulling and pushing to try and rid his fingers from your torso.
Heavy laughter came from your throat, your head thrown back in mirth as your tummy was stretched out more now, giving him extra room to roam around and find the exceptionally ticklish spots.
He let out a giggle of his own, leaning forward and looking down at you with pure fondness. "Ooh, is this a bad spot?"
"Ehehenough teheasing!"
"Aw, but it's my favorite part! You're so precious when I tease you!" He had to speak up over the sound of your laughter.
God. Each tease just only made your blush worse. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide your deeply reddened face in the blankets of the bed. Niran noticed and shook his head with a heart-warming laugh, fingers still spidering against your stomach.
"Aw, don't hide now! How else am I gonna see that adorable face?"
You groaned through your laughter against the sheets, refusing to turn your head back and having to meet those playfully mischievous eyes and teasy grin. Niran didn't appreciate that though, as he took one of his spidering hands and brought it to your unprotected neck.
The sudden feeling of his fingers there made you screech, snapping your head back and bringing your shoulder to your ear to rid of the sensation. Those bubbly giggles were back yet again; little titters and squeaks making themselves known at random intervals.
"Aww, there you are!"
Niran gave a sweet smile at seeing your face again. His fingers still worked against your neck, no matter how much you tried to close off the open area with your shoulder.
His other hand was at your stomach still, randomizing his fingers with pokes and scribbles and prods to keep you squeaking and giggling. One of your hands came up to grab at his wrist on your neck while the other stayed pushing against the hand on your stomach.
"P-plehehease, aha! Ihihit tihickles so bahad!"
Niran snickered, that mischievous glint never leaning his eyes. "Oh good, that's what I was going for!"
"Nohoho!" Your feet kicked out as they dangled helplessly from off the bed, your head still pressed tightly to your shoulder. Niran pulled his hand away and switched to the other side of your neck and fluttered around your ear, making your giggles only rise in volume and head jerk the other way.
He laughed light-heartedly at your failed attempt to block his fingers out. "Will you stop talking bad about yourself now? Or should I keep producing these endearing giggles from you?"
"I-ehehe, Ihihi-!" You couldn't get the words out of your mouth, as the ticklish sensations were keeping you squealing and laughing. Niran slowed his fingers just slightly with a grin. "What's your answer, my love?"
"Ahaha, y-yehehes!"
With a contented hum, he ceased his fingers and lifted them away, stepping back to allow you space to catch your breath and collect yourself. Tiny giggles flew out of your mouth as you greedily took in air, bringing your hands up to cover your blushing face. Niran laughed with a bright smile. "Aw, did I tease you too much?"
You shook your head with a giggly groan. "Shuhuhut up!"
"Or maybe it tickled too much?"
"Niran! Stohop it!"
He giggled, stepping forward when you reluctantly removed your hands from your face and put his hand out for you to take. You took his offer and stood up from the bed with a smile, biting your lower lip anxiously.
He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the back of it. You smiled bashfully, looking up at him with a little giggle. Ugh, he was such a gentleman.
"You are perfect. Never forget that."
You nodded shyly, the wobbly smile never leaving your face as he spoke. He held your hand in his, rubbing a soothing thumb over your warm skin. "Thank you, Niran. I won't."
He grinned, bringing a hand to give a quick scribble to your stomach again. "Certainly not around me, huh?"
You giggled, pushing his hand away and rolling your eyes. A small yawn escaped from your lips, making you cover your mouth and shake your head. "I think you wore me out," you sighed. Niran gave a gentle smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
"What do you say to staying in tonight and I cook us a nice meal?"
You grinned, giving a small nod in approval. "I'd like that."
an: thanks for the request! this was a fun one. sorry it took so long to do, hope you’re still around! and of course enjoy :)
"How on earth are you ahead of me?!" you shouted, "I was just in first place!"
A friendly hangout with your best friend had quickly turned into a serious Mario Kart competition. You and Lucio sat on the carpeted floor in front of the television, eyes glued to the screen as the two of you smashed the controller buttons in dominance for the lead. Unfortunately, it seemed for you that there was no hope in getting your number one spot back in the race.
"Oh, you know," Lucio started, a playful cockiness laced with his words, "I'm just way better than you."
You rolled your eyes at that with a grin, feigning indifference. On the inside, however, you really were wondering how he was able to pass you on the tracks over and over again. You weren't competitive ever, really, but his continuous winnings were getting ridiculous. You glanced at him; he had a nonchalant posture and a triumphant grin on his face. You narrowed your eyebrows and looked back at the screen, Lucio's side of it reading "YOU WIN!" in bright orange letters. "I am just on fire today!" Lucio cheered, pumping a fist in the air.
You stared, mouth agape, before abruptly turning towards your competitor. "One more! And we're doing a different map!" Lucio chuckled before nodding, allowing you to pick the location for the next race. You chose the one you were best at: the track with the hidden shortcuts you knew like the back of your hand. There was no way he would win this one.
The beeping of the countdown started and you held your thumb on the button, not wanting to waste any second dormant. It started off well, you were in first place, throwing items behind your character to try and throw off Lucio. He was gaining on you, in third place and reaching second rapidly. Luckily for you, a shortcut was coming up, which would definitely get you some distance on him.
Right as you were about to switch roads, you were hit with a red shell, immediately flipping your kart over and rendering you immobile for a couple seconds. You gasped and cried out, watching helplessly as Lucio swiftly drove past you and onto the shortcut track. He laughed out beside you, taking the lead by a long shot. You narrowed your eyes at him and growled playfully, deciding it was time to turn to desperate measures.
Without warning, you dropped the controller and lunged at him, grabbing ahold of his sides and poking rapidly. Lucio let out a guffaw before crashing his arms down to his sides. "Wohoah, hands off!" His grip on the controller tightened and he tried his best to focus on the race, but you weren't going to let him win again. You smirked and wedged your hands between his arms, sending quick pinches to his ribs. He barked out a laugh and leaned forward, twisting from side to side. Your hands followed though, and his composure was quickly loosening.
"You have won every. single. game!" you sent a pinch to his ribs with every word, "I can't let you win this one too."
"You're juhust a sore LOHOSER!"
You growled and squeezed your hands up to his underarms, which gave you the great reaction of Lucio cackling and dropping his controller, falling onto his side in deep laughter. You quickly let go of him and reached for your controller again, gleefully finishing the race in first place. You shouted victoriously, throwing your fists in the air in triumph. Lucio sat back up and incredulously looked between you and the screen, mouth agape.
"You cheated!"
You smirked. "I simply used my opponent's weakness to my advantage."
Lucio huffed and shook his head in disbelief, but there was no actual malice behind it. You smiled innocently and stuck your tongue out at him before turning back to the game to turn it off. Just as you pressed the button on the console, Lucio let out a roar and tackled you to the floor, abruptly throwing you off guard. You yelped and landed on the carpet with a soft grunt, eyes wide in confusion as he swiftly sat on your waist, staring down at you with narrowed eyes and a grin. "Lucio! What the- get off me!"
Without a word, Lucio's hands dove towards your waist and landed on your sides, fingers curling in with a touch that made you gasp and fall into desperate giggles. You grabbed at his hands to no avail, his sudden strength outmatching your weakening pushes. His fingers continued their dance at your sides, switching from light scribbling to rapid fire pinches. "LUHUcioho! Noho!"
"This didn't have to get personal, y'know," Lucio announced, crawling his wiggling fingers up your sides and near your ribs, "but you declared war by cheating."
Despite your best efforts to keep his hands away, they latched onto your upper ribs and you shrieked, hearty laughter bubbling past your lips. Your body writhed underneath Lucio, feet pounding against the floor and arms weakly pulling at his hands to no avail. Lucio chuckled and pinched at your highest ribs, smirking at your deafening shriek. "Woah, you're gonna break the sound barriers with that!"
If you weren't being tormented to death, you'd probably roll your eyes at his comment. Your current state, however, had your face reddening at the embarrassing tease and groaning through your loud giggles. "Nahaha! Ihi cahan't!"
"Can't what? Can't win without cheating?"
Lucio switched tactics and use his left hand to claw at your upper ribs, while using his right hand to pinch at your lower ones. The mixed sensations made you switch between cackles and snickers, arching your back each time he hit a sensitive spot. "NOHO! Noho mohohore!" Lucio tutted and brought a hand down to poke at your stomach, keeping his other hand scribbling against your ribs.
"Aww, but just listen to those giggles!" Lucio cooed, "like music to my ears!"
"I'm gohonna kihihill you!"
Lucio gasped, feigning shock, before bringing both of his hands back to your sides and spidering his fingers up and down. "I don't think you're in any position to be making threats, huh?"
You let out a squeal and followed his hands, grabbing onto his wrists with your best efforts to shove them away. You were definitely weakened now though, as his hands weren't budging from your sides. You shook your head, nose scrunched up and airy giggles flowing from your mouth. Lucio smirked with a giggle of his own, clearly enjoying this. "I think you should apologize to your best friend. For threatening him...and cheating too."
"SCREHEW YOU!"
Lucio winced, shaking his head with a few tuts. "Oh, ho ho. Those weren't the lyrics I was looking for." Before you could think of saying anything snarky back, Lucio brought his hands to your hips, squeezing once as a warning for what was to come. You yelped and bucked up, slamming your back onto the soft carpet again before falling into deep laughter.
"NOHOT thehere!"
Lucio raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "Where? Here?" Another squeeze to your hips. Your laughter raised in pitch with another yelp, head shaking from side to side. You couldn't speak even if you wanted to, the ticklish shocks to your nerves rendering you voiceless.
"I should make a song with your laughter as the music. What do you think?"
You took a deep breath before crying out. "NAHAHO!"
"Aww," Lucio sighed out a mock disappointed breath, "I'm sure it would be a hit."
He pinched at your hips a few more times, basking in the cackling that followed suit. "I mean, that laughter is so melodious! I sure could listen to it all day." He grinned down at you, squeezing your hip bones once more.
"IHI'M SOHORRY!"
"What was that?" Another pinch.
"I SAHAID I AHAM SOHOHORRY! PLEHEASE!"
Lucio snickered and stopped his fingers, getting off your waist and sitting next to your sprawled out figure on the floor. You gratefully sucked in air, chest heaving up and down. After catching your breath, you slowly sat up and narrowed your eyes playfully at Lucio. "That was rude."
"What? I just simply used my opponent's weakness to my advantage." Lucio smirked.
You rolled your eyes and jokingly shoved at him with a small smile. "Yeah yeah."
The two of you playfully bantered back and forth for a while before turning towards the television again. You both stared at the controllers on the floor before sharing a look with each other, grins overtaking your faces. You spoke up first. "So, how about round two?"
an: hello!! yes you may and thank you for the request! enjoy :D 🤍
ooooh dark and evil and mysterious man is actually verrrry ticklish
giving him an 8/10 on the scale >:)
i think he only got more sensitive after moira's experiments on him
worst spots are his ribs and underarms, he can't STAND light tickles there
he has these high-pitched giggles that he absolutely hates
these are only found with gentle traces and slow fingers on his ribs/underarms, it drives him CRAZY
squeezes to his sides or hips make him jump and let out this loud cackle
can't stop himself from jerking around, make sure you don't get hit in the face
ticklish shoulder blades: yeah
absolutely will produce this squeal and arch his back if you dig your fingers into them
will also absolutely deny he's ticklish, even when he's stuttering through tiny giggles and squirming around
giggles intermixed with growls, he tries to block out the sensations but it's just too much for him
"d-dahahamn youhou!"
"argh- thihihis is pahathetic-" cue the airy giggles and titters
teasing makes him blush like crazy, a little remark about his sensitivity and an "aww" has him groaning and shaking his head in disbelief and ticklish agony
you better run before he regains his strength
if you end up in his hold though, i'll be praying for you
will not stop until your laughter is silent and you're practically on the floor with tears
whatever teases you use on him, he uses them back with a cocky grin and chuckle
no gentleness from him, this guy goes in for the kill immediately
fingers digging into your sides until you scream, pinches to your ribs until you're writhing, and drilling his thumbs into your underarms until you apologize for whatever you did to cause this
i think you really gotta annoy him and get on his nerves for him to get you, he won't just do it unprovoked (it's too childish for a grim man like him)
i think if you had tickled him first, he won't get his revenge immediately
he'll wait it out a few days, always throwing vicious looks your way and a serious expression, lingering in a room next to you for a little too long
or he'll pretend like he's gonna strike but then just walk right past you
once he sees you're drowning in paranoia and fear, he'll sneak up behind you and start unfolding you with his bare hands
"aw, what a shame...any last words?" but he won't let you get out a single one
"surpriseee" and then you're on the floor in shambles
