Love and Deepspace men when they find out you’re ticklish
( featuring all five hot men and a poor reader)
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⭐️Xavier ⭐️
Xavier first found out you’re ticklish when you’re trying to wake him up.
He was snuggling in his blanket, the sunlight casting a bright glow on him while he slept in a peaceful slumber.
It would have been cute, until you realised you two are late for the movies and Xavier just wouldn’t budge.
“We don’t have ten more minutes, and I don’t want to be the only one in the theatre. Xavier!”
You scolded, yanking the blankets off of him.
You expected him to curl up, but what you didn’t expect is for him to grab you by your waist and pull you into the bed with him.
“What are you… Xavier!” You yelped, trapped in his hug with your back to his chest.
“It’s fine. That’s two people who are not go to the movies.”
Xavier the sleepyhead. You cursed under your breath, but somehow couldn’t be too mad at him.
“Xavier… I don’t want to use extreme measures and tickle you to get you to wake up.” You threatened.
“Resorting to tickles now?” He asked.
Oh no. You can hear the slight smile in his voice.
And with that, two large hands started roaming around your ribs, digging into the sensitive spots between each rib until you’re sputtering and stuttering mess, letting out titters between gasps.
“Xavier!” You squealed.
Xavier only moved his hand down to scribble at your sides, causing you to thrash around in Xavier’s grip while giggles pour out your mouth.
“I didn’t know you were THAT ticklish. And you have a cute laugh!” Xavier smiled.
His compliment are nice but his fingers? Not so much.
“T-the neighbours will hear m-my laugh.” You managed to squeak out in between laughter.
Xavier only took your whine as fuel to keep tickling you. He grinned, leaning close to your ear to whisper,
“Well,let them hear~”
🍐Zayne🍐
Zayne first find out you’re ticklish when you are playing with his doctor equipments.
“And this is…?” You asked, holding out the doctor equipments as he looked at you with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“A stethoscope.” Zayne replied coolly.
You tried on the stethoscope—it feels funny, yet a bit nostalgic.
“Zayne, this is just like us playing doctors as kids, except that you’re no longer a cute but awkward toddler.”
You mused, thinking fondly of the memories you two shared.
“C’mon Doctor Zayne, play doctor with me again. Like we did as we were kids!” You blurted out.
Zayne only gave you a strange look. “Childish.” He said.
You know you need to do more to convince Zayne, so you gave him your best puppy face and tug at his sleeve.
Finally, he relented.
Grabbing the stethoscope and sitting you down, he put the stethoscope up your shirt and on your chest.
“Your heartbeat is normal, my dear patient—” you let out a giggle, Zayne looks so serious and professional while playing pretend.
“—Let me check other places.”
With that, he moved the stethoscope onto your belly.
Shit. That tickled.
He kept moving the metal disc shape resonator around your belly, and you hold your breath and stifle your laughter, trying to hold still.
Don’t let doctor Zayne find out, don’t let doctor Zayne find out…
Yet all hell broke loose when Zayne put the stethoscope onto your belly button.
“Ha!” You let out a loud laugh, jolting upward.
That laugh made the dam broke, and you kept giggling to yourself whenever Zayne puts his stethoscope anywhere on your belly.
“I can’t—Zayne!” You tried holding back your laughter, but nothing would work. You’re just too ticklish.
Zayne, amidst your uncontrollable laughter, only stated, “You’re even more ticklish than the kids in the hospital.”
“Hey!” You squeaked through laughter.
Zayne and his sassy mouth. You’ll get him back, but you have to get yourself out of this situation first.
Yet, you let out a bigger gasp when you feel Zayne’s fingers brushing over your quivering belly.
“Zayne!” You whined.
Zayne is teasing. He’s doing that on purpose. You poured as you saw a small smile tugged in the corner of his lips.
Bad sign.
“I’m only checking your health. Now stay still for me, patient.”
🐟Rafayel🐟
Radayel first found out you’re ticklish when you’re pulling a prank on him.
You just thought it’d be funny to dip your fingers into the paint and write on the palm of his hand “Rafayel is my bratty boyfriend” while he’s sleeping.
What you didn’t (or maybe kind of did) expect was for Rafayel to seek revenge for what you did.
“Rafayel~” You squeaked when he grabbed your hand.
“No excuses, I’m doing the same to you.” He said, brushing his paintbrush all over your palm too.
You wouldn’t mind his revenge that much, except for the fact that the bristles tickles so, so badly.
“It tickled, you whine to Rafayel when he brushed the paintbrush all over your palm, trying to write something, anything,on your shaking hands.
“Even better.” He replied, drawing shapes and lines onto your until you’re close to breaking into laughter.
There were only two good things about this scenario.
One is that Rafayel stopped tickling your pal after a short while.
The other is that Rafayel looked so happy and relaxed while tickling the shit out of you.
The one downside of this scenario? Rafayel grabbed your feet onto his lap the moment he stopped tickling your palm.
“No no no Rafayel! This isn’t necessary— eeeek!” You screeched when he brushed the paintbrush all over your toes, and in between each one too!
You clenched your fist while laughing hysterically.
No matter how hard you beg, Rafayel wouldn’t relent until he’s done writing and painting on your foot. Talk about evil.
When Rafayel finally stopped and showed you his work, you find the words “Y/N is my ticklish girlfriend” on your foot.
Way to go, Rafayel, you thought to yourself while dashing off to chase the artist for some well-deserved revenge.
🐦⬛Sylus🐦⬛
Sylus has always known you’re kind of ticklish.
You think he wouldn’t notice the little gasps you make whenever he touches your waist, or the subtle smile on your lips when he gives you a foot massage?
Nothing ever escapes Sylus’ watchful eyed, yet he only acted upon it when you two were… kind of making out in his bedroom.
He was unbuttoning your blouse, when one hand accidentally brushed over your waist, and a traitorous gasp slips out of your mouth.
Sylus cocked his eyebrows. “What was that, kitten?”
“N-nothing.” You answered, blushing slightly.
“Don’t hide it kitten,” he said.
This time, he pressed his fingers firmly onto your sides, drawing a squeak from you.
“Ticklish, are we?” Sylus asked, and without waiting for another second, he clawed his fingers over your belly , causing you to double over in laughter, squirming about.
“Sylus!” You squealed, and he only smirked in response.
“Why so frantic and jumpy kitten, I’m not doing anything, am I?”
Oh that tease, you thought to yourself, laughter pouring out of your lips until you feel tears of mirth prick your eyes.
To make matters worse, Sylus took your lips into his and kissed you passionately, all while his hands never ceased his attack.
Giggling and moaning into Sylus lips, you felt light-headed, partly because your losing the ability to breathe, partly because it felt so, so good.
One look at Sylus and you can see his eyes are watching you intensely, eyes twinkling with delight, taking pleasure from your pleasure too.
One look, and you know that this whole tickling-making out thing won’t be stopping anytime soon.
And you’ll be enjoying every second of it.
🍎Caleb🍎
Caleb knew since he always tickled you as a child, yet tickle fights were long forgotten when you two became teenagers, and soon Caleb was gone too.
Yet, now Caleb was back in your life, he couldn’t resist the temptation of knowing if you’re just as ticklish as before.
You were walking through the doorsteps of his house one day, sulking to yourself.
Protocores, wanderers, endless missions.
Work just seems never ending, and when you went home exhausted at one in the night again, you couldn’t help but slump into Caleb’s sofa and let out a deep sign.
And it breaks Caleb’s heart to see you unhappy.
“What is it, pipsqueak, why the long face?” He asked, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you.
“It’s been a long week, and it’s only Wednesday.” You groaned, burying your head on his shoulder.
“Well… I’m sorry about that. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” Caleb asked.
“I don’t think so.” You said.
“Really now?” Caleb smirked, and you can feel the mischievous tone in his voice as his fingers crept onto your hips, holding it threateningly, or maybe promisingly.
It was at that moment you finally understood what Caleb is about to do.
“Wait no—” Too late.
Caleb’s fingers already dug into your hips, and you let out a loud squeak, squirming futilely in his lap.
“Still so ticklish?” Caleb teased, now rubbing circles onto your hips, making you arch your back as you giggle.
“You know I’m…Caleb!”
“I know you’re what, pipsqueak?” He said.
You tried to answer, but your response was cut off by a squeak when he started to massage your thighs.
Caleb only laughed. “The nickname pipsqueak is quite fitting, don’t you think?”
Not helping, you thought to yourself as a blush crept up your cheeks.
Yet, Caleb didn’t want to tire you out even more, and soon let up.
“So… did it help?” Caleb wondered.
Though the tickling was torturous while it lasted, you felt… better. Less grumpy. More energetic.
“Better, I think.” You replied, secretly thankful for Caleb’s tickle attack.
“Does that mean I could go again?”
“No!”
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Writer’s notes: Welp that’s a long piece of writing. Anyways hope you all enjoy it :D
