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Ticklish Much?
You walked over to your boyfriend Gilbert’s house. You opened the door, and walked inside. “Hello? Gil? Ludwig?” you called.
Gilbert ran up to you, and pulled you into a tight hum. “(Name)!” he grinned. “What’s with the surprise visit?”
“Can’t a girl just visit her boyfriend?” she asked, smiling as she pulled away from the hug.
“Hm, yes, I suppose.” He smiled.
“Alright Gilbo, what do you want to do?”
“Let’s watch funny, awesome videos on YouTube!” he grinned, pulling you upstairs. The two of you sat on his bed.
“Let’s watch that one.” You said, pointing to a cat video.
He clicked on it. “This isn’t funny or awesome (name).” he said flatly.
“Yes, but it’s so cute!” you replied.
“I have a better idea.” He smirked.
“What?” you asked scared.
His smirk grew. “I’m gonna tickle you!” he exclaimed, tickling your waist.
You started laughing hysterically. “Gilbert! Stop, Gil!” you shouted, laughing.
“Say please!” he exclaimed, still tickling you.
“Please Gilbert, stop!” you laughed.
“Oh, alright, I’ll stop (name).” he said, lowering his arms.
You breathed heavily. “Thank you.” You said.
He smiled, and kissed you softly. “I love you (name).” he murmured.
You smiled. “I love you too Gilbert.” You whispered, kissing him again.
Ticklish Much?
You walked over to your boyfriend Gilbert’s house. You opened the door, and walked inside. “Hello? Gil? Ludwig?” you called.
Gilbert ran up to you, and pulled you into a tight hum. “(Name)!” he grinned. “What’s with the surprise visit?”
“Can’t a girl just visit her boyfriend?” she asked, smiling as she pulled away from the hug.
“Hm, yes, I suppose.” He smiled.
“Alright Gilbo, what do you want to do?”
“Let’s watch funny, awesome videos on YouTube!” he grinned, pulling you upstairs. The two of you sat on his bed.
“Let’s watch that one.” You said, pointing to a cat video.
He clicked on it. “This isn’t funny or awesome (name).” he said flatly.
“Yes, but it’s so cute!” you replied.
“I have a better idea.” He smirked.
“What?” you asked scared.
His smirk grew. “I’m gonna tickle you!” he exclaimed, tickling your waist.
You started laughing hysterically. “Gilbert! Stop, Gil!” you shouted, laughing.
“Say please!” he exclaimed, still tickling you.
“Please Gilbert, stop!” you laughed.
“Oh, alright, I’ll stop (name).” he said, lowering his arms.
You breathed heavily. “Thank you.” You said.
He smiled, and kissed you softly. “I love you (name).” he murmured.
You smiled. “I love you too Gilbert.” You whispered, kissing him again.
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Tickle. - Germany x Reader.
Thunders met outside your window as you stared at the blond German sitting next to you right now.
"Hey, Luddy?" The German turned at his nickname being called. "We should play a game."
"Nein." Man, he was always boring when it comes to games!
"Ja!" You tried your best at speaking German without mocking it. You heard the German sigh in defeat.
"What is it...?"
You then jumped on him and began to tickle him. Ludwig didn't laugh.
He wasn't ticklish?!
"Was that it?" Your eyes churn up to look into his blue as you felt yourself being flipped over, and now rolling around in laughter.
The house echoed your laughter as you kept yelling stop,
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PrussiaxReader Making The Bed
You opened the dryer, pulling the warm sheets into your lap. You sighed contentedly as the warmth of the freshly washed sheets seeped into your skin. You stood, closing the dryer door, and took the sheets into the bedroom, listening to the sounds of your boyfriend, Gilbert, shooting video game aliens.
You tossed the sheets onto the bed, not realizing that the shooting sounds had stopped. A few seconds later, Gilbert was sneaking into the room behind you, smirking. He jumped out and yelled. You jumped and squeaked, surprised by gilbert’s sudden appearance. He rolled onto the floor laughing at you.
You grumpily turned back to the sheets
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PrussiaxReader-Ticklish? Part One :D!
"Kesese, _____, are you ticklish?" Gilbert grinned mischievously at you.
"Uh well," you looked down at your knees, "I don't know. P-probably not." PLEASE STOP READING THIS I SWEAR TO FUC KING GO D
You were currently sitting on your best friend, Gilbert's couch. The silver haired man invited you over for an evening of video games and horror movies, which you gladly agreed to. Now here you were, sitting on his couch awkwardly after watching one of the movies he rented. Truth be told, you were ticklish almost everywhere, but why the hell would you tell him that? Oh, better question; why the hell is he even asking you that?
"Really? Well, I g
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tickle me = death
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