Love and Deepspace men when you find out they’re ticklish
( featuring a Ler!reader and five poor men)
You first figured out Xavier was ticklish when he was jealous.
And of all living things he could be jealous of, he is jealous of… a dog?
“Who’s a good boy? Who is a good boy?” You coo at your friend’s dog, rubbing its belly affectionately.
You took a sneak peak at Xavier, who has the biggest pout on his face.
Heh, Xavier couldn’t be jealous, could he?
The moment your friend’s dog climbed off your lap, you found a cute white-hair boy staring at your lap.
“You want belly rubs too, cutie?” You teased. Almost immediately,Xavier gave in and climbed into your lap.
While holding him, you mindlessly rubbed his stomach, yet the moment your palm touched his belly, he let out a quiet gasp.
“Oh?” You purred at the interesting discovery, brushing your hands over his stomach again.
This time you’re rewarded with a small laugh, and a whiny ‘hey!’.
Pouty Xavier is back, yet this time, you could see the corners of his mouth threatening to turn upwards.
And you fully intend to see that frown morph into a wide grin.
You gave Xavier a small wink, and without warning, you fingers dove to his sides and gently wiggled against where his sides meet stomach.
“D-don’t!” Xavier gritted his teeth, yet a few soft giggles slipped from his lips while squirming around futilely.
Even when he’s being tickled, he looks like a prince.
You moved your fingers higher to dance at his ribs, and he immediately curled in on himself, trying to block the ticklish sensations.
“No curling up, I need to see your beautiful face.”
With that, you drilled your fingers in his hips, and he immediately bucked up, letting out a boisterous shriek before dissolving into soft cackles.
“You’re hehehe t-tickling m-me!” Xavier whined through giggles.
“I sure am, you sensitive baby.” You smiled at the giggling boy, and was surprised to see a blush dust across his face.
“W-well, d-dont!” Xavier giggled, and your heart swell at the sight of the squirming man before you.
It almost made you want to have mercy on him, but your fingers have a mind of their own as they dance all over Xavier’s ribs and sides and watch in delight as Xavier squirms and whines in your touch.
Forget about the dog, it’s cute, but ticklish Xavier is way cuter.
He’s just too adorable you never want to stop.
“Sorry, Xavier, no can do.”
You first found out Zayne was ticklish when you popped the dreaded question.
“So, Zayne, are you ticklish?”
Yes? No? What you didn’t expect was for Zayne to choke on his coffee at your question though.
“W-what?!! That’s such a childish question, I refuse to answer it.” Zayne replied, a faint blush appearing on its cheek.
“That’s not an answer.” You teased, and watched as Zayne looked at his very interesting cup.
“Yes it is.” He murmured.
You can’t help but tease him further. “Well, since you’re being so uncooperative, I guess you just forced my hand.”
With that, you gently tased his sides.
The reaction you got is instantaneous.
“Ahh!” He gasped, his arms immediately slamming down to protect his sides while he tensed up like a penguin.
Whipping around to look at you, he mustered up his best death glare, but it only seemed to egg you on.
“Zayne,Zayne,Zayne… when can you give me a real answer?”
You asked, and poked his side with each word you said, earning some delightful squeaks.
Heh, who would have thought the usually calm doctor would turn into a blushing mess with each poke?
You’re not complaining though, watching in amusement as Zayne bit on his lip hard, trying (yet failing adorably) to keep his titters in check.
“Cmon, I know you want to laugh, just let those giggles out,” you teased.
Your fingers travelled up to prod at his ribs, and then the dam broke.
Zayne let out boisterous, loud and uncontrollable laughter as he brought his hands up to cover his reddened cheeks. “Nohohoho,” he whined through giggles.
It was so cute you almost ascended. However, teasing is still absolutely necessary.
“No what? No, stop? No, please don’t stop? No, I’m not ticklish? Or no, I am not giving you a real answer?”
“Nohohohoho!” You only got a another screech and you grinned.
Oh well, guess you’re not stopping, not until Zayne learns how to answer a yes or no question!
You first learnt Rafayel is ticklish when you were treating his wounds.
“Ow, ow, ow, it hurts, it hurtssss.” He wailed while you were applying cream to his scraped knee.
“Hold still, it’s just a minor injury.” You told the melodramatic fish.
“It still hurts!” He whined, yet that pout morphed into a surprise gasp when you kissed the bandaged knee.
“There. I kissed it better.” You said, and watched Rafayel grin at the small gesture.
So you kissed his knee again and again, while Rafayel kept smiling at you brattily.
You didn’t think much of the smile at first, not until you heard a squeak escaping his lips when you got to the top of his knees.
Looking up, you saw Rafayel looking at you with wide eyes and a huge grin, his hands curled into a fist.
Ticklish, you thought to yourself. You hit the gold mine.
With that, your fingers travelled up to the top of his knees and gave it a firm squeeze.
Almost immediately, Rafayel descended into loud laughter, his hands pushing about, trying to grab at your wrists.
Alas, even the cutest of fish can’t escape the incoming tickles.
You grabbed his foot into a footlock, and watched as he panics and flails his arm around, trying to get you to stop.
“Y-you’re being m-mean to me,” Rafayel squeaked when you brushed a finger over his arch, and he sucked in his breath, tugging at his feet.
“So you don’t want tickles?” You teased.
He pouted, thinking for a moment.
And then put his foot back in your grip.
You thought to yourself as you smirk at the blushing boy, scratching at the pads of his toe.
Rafayel erupted in laughter and gasped about, occasionally letting out at “No” or “don’t”, and squirmed around like a fish.
Yet every time you stopped, he would pout even more.
Looking at Rafayel’s wide grin and hearing his loud chuckling, you know Rafayel will surely be enjoying a lot more tickle episodes in the future.
But hey, he only has himself to blame for being so tickle-able!
You first learnt Sylus when you’re trying to help him get to sleep.
This man is a vampire—why doesn’t he sleep at night?!!
Yet no matter how hard you tried, nothing is getting him to sleep.
Calming music? No. Muscle relaxation practices? No. Even the good old newspaper reading practices is not working.
So while you two were cuddled together on the bed, you were still pondering ways to get him to sleep.
“K-kitten…” Sylus called out to you, and you look over, and realise you’re absentmindedly tracing circles on his back.
It does? An idea popped into your head and you smiled wickedly.
“Sweetie, I know that smirk, don’t—”
You rub circles on his back again, more deliberately and closer to his sides this time, just to watch his reaction.
And it didn’t disappoint.
He arched his back as boyish giggles escape from his lips, while twisting and turning about to avoid your devious fingers, to no avail.
At this moment, he looked like a cute, ticklish guy instead of a mafia boss.
You planted ticklish kisses all over the back of his neck, just to test the waters.
And almost instantly, he buried his head into the pillow, trying to muffle his squeaks and laughs, yet occasionally a snort can be heard.
“Who would have thought the most dangerous man in the N109 zone would succumb to tickling?” You teased.
Sylus gave no response and only let out a barely audible groan, so you moved the kisses to his waist.
“Stohohop it sweetie, y-you’re not—Ahh! H-helping me slehehep.” He yelped when you pinched one hip.
“Guilty, but you’re not fighting hard to resist the tickles. Care to explain, Mr Sylus?”
You teased, and you could have sworn you saw the tip of his ears turn red.
As much as you wanted to continue, your primary goal is to get him to sleep, not to tickle torture him.
With that, you let up the tickling and resorted to running his hands up and down his back.
“Hehe, we’re done for today, but I’ll continue to explore this knowledge tomorrow.” You teased, and Sylus furrowed his eyebrows at you, yet beneath the pouty face, you know he meant no bite.
“Good night, sweetie.” He said, before drifting off to sleep.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the tickles, or maybe it’s the warmth of the intimacy, it was the first time Sylus slept peacefully next to you.
Heh, who would have thought the tough Onychinus leader is an adorable (and ticklish!) softie at heart?
But hey, you’re not complaining!
You have always known Caleb is ticklish. That has been well-established since you two’s childhood tickle fights.
What you didn’t expect was for him to challenge you to a tickle fight years after.
“Do you want your ass to be kicked ?” You asked him incredulously, and he only shrugged.
“I was letting you win back then, pipsqueak. I won’t relent now, this is a fair fight.” He smirked.
You two circle each other, your hands poised in front of you to prepare for attack.
He lunged first, hands reaching out for your sides, but too slow—You saw that coming and easily gripped his wrists.
Ha, look who has the upper hand now.
While Caleb was still in shock and trying to grab his arm back, you quickly shoot your hands out to claw at his ribs.
It was an honest to goodness shriek that left his mouth.
He gasped, then dissolved into soft yelps as you repeatedly tased his sides.
“T-hahat’s cheheheating!” He protested, trying to keep his composure.
“No, I won, fair and square. You have just gotten weaker. Need a reminder of who used to be the champion of tickle fights back when we were young?”
With that, you went straight for his worst spot, scratching at his armpits.
“Ahahahaha! N-no— P-pipsqueak! Pipsqueak!“
“Ironic, considering you’re the one squeaking like a mouse.You” You teased.
Caleb was red in the face as he shook his head,trying to push your fingers away from his tickle spots, all while chortling and writhing about.
It was kind of nostalgic to see Caleb laughing, it’s been a while since you two have had carefree moments like these.
“Do you yield?” You tease the blushing man squirming beneath you.
He shook his head. Heh, so stubborn.
You clawed at his armpits with renewed vigour, and smirked to yourself as the pleas of surrender immediately escaped his lips.
“I g-give! I g-give!” He laughed, and you stopped your antics, not before giving him another poke to the side to remind him of who is the winner.
“You’re evil.” He smiled at you, it was a sweet moment, until the competitive glint returned to his eyes.
“But I’ll get you back in the next tickle fight.”
“Pfft, good luck, you’ll need it.”
Looks like you two will be having lots of tickle fights to catch up on~
🌼Writer’s notes: I have been procrastinating on this fic for so many months lol forgive me i dont know how to ler.
Anyways hope yoy all enjoyed this fic!!!
