#anime tickle fic

[allnightstay]

Day 16 - Cackle ~

Ryuk's New Discovery

Summary: When Ryuk discovers that Light is ticklish, he can’t resist teasing him, cackling with delight as the usually composed Light Yagami struggles to maintain his dignity.

Lee: Light Yagami

Ler: Ryuk

A/N: I thought this gif was hilarious cause Ryuk looks like he's about to sneak attack Light :3

Light Yagami sat at his desk, the Death Note open before him. He tapped the pen against the paper, deep in thought, strategizing his next moves. The air in his room was still, except the looming presence of Ryuk, who hovered lazily behind him.

“You’re always so serious,” Ryuk muttered, sounding almost bored. “Humans are strange. Even when they’re trying to take over the world, they’re so uptight.”

Light didn’t even glance up. “I’m not uptight. I’m focused. There’s a difference.”

Ryuk grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. “Focused, huh? You never relax, do you? I wonder...” He drifted closer, an idea forming in his mischievous mind. “Hey, Light… are humans ticklish?”

Light froze for a second, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. “What kind of stupid question is that?”

“Ohhh.” Ryuk’s grin widened at the subtle shift in Light’s expression. “You are ticklish, aren’t you? I wonder what happens if I...”

Before Light could stop him, Ryuk reached down with his long, bony fingers and gave Light’s ribs an experimental wiggle.

“R-Ryuk!” Light yelped, twisting away from the unexpected sensation. He batted at the Shinigami’s hands, trying to maintain his composure. But Ryuk wasn’t done.

“This is hilarious!” Ryuk cackled loud, eerie, and unhinged. His laughter echoed through the room as he danced his fingers across Light’s ribs and sides, delighting in how his human companion squirmed. “So even you can’t resist a little tickling, huh, Light?”

Light grit his teeth, determined not to give in. “S-stop it, Ryuk! This isn’t fuhunny!”

“Are you kidding? This is hilarious!” Ryuk’s cackle grew even louder as Light thrashed in his chair, trying desperately to fend off the Shinigami’s relentless poking. "Humans are weird! Who knew the mighty Kira could be undone by a few wiggly fingers?”

Light bit his lip, stifling a laugh that threatened to escape. But Ryuk’s clawed hands were merciless, and before long, a startled laugh broke free from Light’s lips.

"Nahahaha he-hehehey quit ihihit!!"

“There it is! I knew you had it in you!” Ryuk howled with delight. His cackling laughter filled the room, almost drowning out Light’s increasingly frantic giggles.

“Hahaha R-Ryuk, stop! Y-you-ahh!-idiot!” Light gasped, trying to push the Shinigami away. His hair was disheveled, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the absurdity of the situation.

“Why would I stop now?” Ryuk said between cackles, his grin wider than ever. “This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”

Eventually, Ryuk relented, floating backward with a gleeful smirk. Light slumped in his chair, gasping for breath, glaring daggers at the Shinigami.

“Seriously what's gotten into you,” Light muttered, straightening his clothes and running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to restore his dignity.

Ryuk chuckled, still grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, come on, Light. Admit it! That was fun. For me, at least!”

Light shot him a murderous look. “If you ever do that again, I’ll write your name in the Death Note.”

Ryuk cackled once more, completely unfazed. “Oh, Light… as if you’d get rid of me. Who else would make you laugh like that?”

Light rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, but Ryuk only continued to float around the room, still amused by his newfound discovery.

And though Light would never admit it out loud, he knew he’d have to stay on his guard from now on - because Ryuk had found yet another way to torment him.

[veryblushyswitch]

What Makes You Helpless?

Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. ☆

Lee: Scott

Ler: Ramona

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing into Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

“I love you too Scott Pilgrim.”

[tickling-giggles]

Hello! I was the one who sent that last ask (meant to say accounts not bliss idk why it autocorrected to that) and that’s so great! So if it’s not against your rules may I request ler illumi with a lee younger sister reader? Not too much younger, like only three years? So they’re both adults :D Thank you, I love your work!

You’re still the same

Summary: Illumi is helping you move into your apartment and he brings up some of his your favorite memories together. You explain how you’re 22 now and not a little girl anymore but Illumi has ways to prove other wise.

Fem!reader (little sister) no weird stuff just sibling love. There also is a wee bit of swearing

A/n: first one of the day 🌟(this is probably so freaking terriblezzz) Gon x Killua are mentioned. I tried giving Illumi a little flavor

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“Do you need any assistance?” Illumi asked as he saw you struggling with a huge mirror. “I got it Ill” you simply responded as you almost break the mirror. “You know I’m here to hel—“ he was about to remind you for the MILLIONTH time before you cut him off “yes yes Ill I know you’re here to help your sister whenever with whatever but I got it” you sighed, laughing to yourself as you looked around to see what else needs to be done. “You forgot the little infront of sister.” He said just to be an ass.

“I’m only three years younger shut up plus I am 22 years old now technically 23 sine my birthday is next month” you lightly hit his arm as you crossed arm side-eying him with a grin on your face. “Still little not only in age but in size too Kil may be taller than you” he raised a brow as he scoffed. “You’re still my little sister at the end of the day plus it’s not like I’m calling you my baby sister so you’re okay.”

“Okay but like it sounds like we’re 12 and 15” you looked at him. “You remember at school when you tripped that one kid and he fell down the stairs but only his arm broke from the fall” Illumi chuckled at bit bringing up old memories. “Oh my gosh yes he had it coming he was so annoying” you shrugged your shoulders smiling. “You remember when you dislocated the chimera ant’s shoulder” he brought up. “Can you believe I was only 4 when I did that” you smiled. “Not to brag but I taught you that when you were 3” he said as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“No need to gloat there bucko” you chuckled. “See I taught my little sister so much” he patted your head before you swatted his hand and point at him. “I am 22! I’m not little I am an adult and how dare you pat my head.”you dramatically acted shocked.“Look at you trying so hard to be so proper that adorable I should tell mom.”Illumi teased. “Actually I am an adult adorable is not in my vocabulary and you should start acting your age too” you sassed him.

“Oh I’ll act my age like the annoying 15 year old brother I can be” he raised his eyebrows popping his knuckles. “You threatening me?… Wait! Illumi no don’t fucking do it” you point at him slowly backing away. “Do what y/n? Tickle you?” He asked in a sly tone as he inch towards you. “Yehes exactly that” you giggled as you tried to make a run for it. He swiftly grabbed your wrist pinning you onto the sofa. “I’ve been a big brother for how many years 22 I knew you were try to make a run for it” he scoffed.

“Would you like to change your mind? Hint hint this is your last chance” illumi asked. “Fuhuhuck off” you giggled anticipating. “No wonder we’re Kil gets it from learned from his bad mouth sister” he chuckled a bit as he poked at your sides.

“Yohohou’re such ahahan ass hahaha” you giggled. “So what you are too” he sassed pinching your sides. “Someone is quite squirmy today” he teased acting clueless. “Yohohou’re literally tihihickling me”

“Oh I am?! I didn’t even notice” he acted surprised.

“Wehehehehe are lihihihuterally aduhuhults and yohohou’re tickling mehehehehe like a frehehheheaking kid” you laugh as you weakly push at his hands as he gotten closer and closer to your armpits. “I wouldn’t care if we were 75 and 72 uh oh someone is getting a bit squeaky” he scoffed as he teased. “Ihihi am nohohohot”

“You are so stubborn you know none of this would be happening right now if you just accepted you’re my little sister” Illumi explained finally reaching your armpit. IHIHILLUMEHEHEHEHEHEE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHUT”

“OHOHOHKAHAHAY ILLUMEHEHEHEHE IHIHIM STIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOUR LITTLE SISTERAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” You squealed as you gave in slapping the floor. “And don’t forget it” he said as he stopped the tickles. “You’re still a teen ya’know you may legally be an adult doesn’t mean you have to immediately start acting like one” he told you.

“My god you’re acting like she’s going mars for the rest of eternity” Killua exaggerated rolling his eyes. “I can give you this treatment too Kil” Illumi said with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Yohou’re one to tahahalk didn’t mom say you were bawling your eyes out when you first found out I was moving” you laughed as you teased him.

“Anywayssssss mom wants us all back for dinner” he side-eyed you with a faint blush, as he put his hands in his pockets. “Are you bringing your boyfriend?” Illumi teased as he smirked a tiny bit. “I—WH—HE— SHUT UP!!” Killua stuttered blushing even more as he slammed the door “HURRY UP!!”.

“Come on before he starts whining and pouting” you rolled your eyes as you got up.

[animeficwriter]

KonoKomi Nonsense

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Ships: Konoha Akinori/Komi Haruki.

Summary: Basically just Komi getting his shit wrecked because Konoha wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. First tickle fic!!!!!

Warnings: Uhhh. THIS IS A TICKLE FIC! I guess it might be a bit intense for some people, so be careful with that. There is also lots of stomach tickles if that is not your thing.

Words: 964. (Not bad for my first tickle fic I suppose)

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"You are so cute, oh my god."

Komi snarls, but the feral sound lost its fright as his scowl slowly morphs into a shaky grin. Konoha looks down at his boyfriend, his own lips quirked into a soft, fond smile. He leisurely lowers his fingers towards his torso, his fingers mere centimeters above the skin. Komi shifts slightly and turns his head away, his face now dusted a light pink as his grin wobbles even more.

"Don't you fucking dahahare..." he tries to threaten, but his pink face and trembling voice immediately make him lose any sense of fright he might've had.

Konoha wiggles his fingers slightly, cooing teasingly when Komi flinches away, biting his lip in anticipation. He feints his hands downward, and Komi flinches once more, a single nervous giggle escaping before he bites his lip again, his face flushing even more from embarrassment.

"Don't fuhucking tease mehe, bitch!" He manages to choke out defiantly. "Just wait until this is over, I'm going to wreck you so bad you won't even— ahahahAHAHAHAHA!"

He shrieks in surprise as Konoha's fingers suddenly dig into his stomach, arching his back once before ultimately crashing back down onto the bed and dissolving into laughter. Konoha's previously small smile widens into a grin as he watches his boyfriend squirm and struggle as much as he can with his hands tied behind his back. "What was that, babe?" He teases. "Go on and tell me. You're gonna wreck me so bad I won't even what?"

Komi sputters, trying to stop laughing enough to form a retort (or at least a half assed apology), but Konoha is relentless, his fingers scribbling and digging carefully into the lean muscle of his belly, making sure he had no choice but to just take it and laugh.

"I... I..."

Was all he managed to say before he threw his head back against the bed, bucking and squirming as Konoha's fingers kept up their persistent assault.

It seems like an eternity before Konoha finally stops, his fingers resting gently against his belly. Komi took the opportunity to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he took in much needed gulps of air. He looks up at Konoha, his face flushed with heat and his breathing erratic.

"Yohou... son-of-a-bitch," he rasped. "That wahasn't... fair..."

Konoha just grins at him in response, simply enjoying the way Komi looks as he pulls himself together. "I never said it would be fair, Haru. I just said I would go easy."

Komi squawks indignantly. "You call that going easy? I was fucking dying!"

Konoha pokes his belly with a single finger, chucking heartedly as he recoils with a surprised laugh. "That's cause you're sensitive here. Just so ticklish on your cute little belly, ain't ya?"

Komi whines around a laugh, fidgeting restlessly as Konoha's fingers poked him ruthlessly from both sides. "Stohohop," he whimpers pitifully. "Cut it ouhuhut! You're sohoho mehehean!"

Konoha finally relents after a few more pokes, his smile wicked. "Oh, am I being mean?" He asks as he shuffles his body downward, stopping when his face is level with Komi's belly. "Am I really being mean?"

Komi's eyes widen in recognition, and he grins nervously. "Wait, no, Aki, I didn't mean it, nonohoHOHOHO!"

He presses a messy kiss against Konoha's belly, Komi wriggling and giggling as his legs flail helplessly behind Konoha's back. He nuzzles his nose along his waistline, occasionally nibbling at the soft skin. Komi just squeaks and twists again, his nerves practically on fire from the gentle action.

Suddenly, Konoha stops and looks back up at his boyfriend, pondering his breathless giggles and pleading eyes for just a moment before shrugging slightly and leaning back down, placing a loud, ticklish raspberry right onto Komi's belly button.

To say Komi laughed was an understatement, he fucking cackled.

"Aki, n-nohohoHOHO! STOHOHOP, NONONONONOHOHOHO!"

"You are so ticklish, oh my god. It's amazing." Konoha murmurs lovingly against his belly before he blows another raspberry. It gets even worse when Konoha brings his fingers back into the mix, vibrating intensely against the sides of his belly, and fuck, it tickles so bad, it's too much—

"ST-STOHOHOHOP—" he pleads, un-shed tears finally leaking from behind tightly closed eyelids. He cackles again as Konoha nips gently at the skin of his waistline, kissing a trail back up towards his belly button. "I-I'M GONNA DIHHIHIE!"

Konoha sighs deeply against his stomach, making him release a very unflattering snort, before he finally, finally, stops. "Alright, alright, I'll stop."

He sits back up, proudly surveying his hard work. Komi shudders as he gasps out a thanks, his bright red face streaked with tears and his mouth curled into a very infectious smile. He leans back down towards Komi, his heart swelling happily when he flinches away with a high-pitched giggle. He shushes him quickly, pressing a single kiss to his forehead before whispering in his ear. "Not so fun being on the receiving end is it, Haruki?"

Komi chortles as he shakes his head. "Noho, it isn't," he agrees. "Jesus fuhuhuck, you were merciless..."

Konoha's lips twitch back into that soft smile, and he gives Komi's belly one last tickle just to watch him squeal before turning him over and freeing him from his bonds. Komi groans quietly as he turns around, wrapping his arms around Konoha. Konoha just laughs as he allows himself to dragged on top of Komi.

"You were so adorable," he muses as Komi starts to aggressively spoon him. "So cute and giggly and ticklish."

"Yeah, yeah..." Komi growls softly, then he's tightening his hold on Konoha's torso and pressing mouth onto his bare collarbone. Konoha chokes on a giggle at the sudden touch.

"But not nearly as cute and giggly and ticklish as you're about to be..."

[rachi-roo]

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sun-Kissed Skin

(Kirishima/Kaminari)

when you just want to show your boyfriend a cute thing you did at the beach, but it turns into a gigglefest

a/n: as per usual, sorry for not posting lol, here’s a Crumb

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Class 1A had just returned from a very pleasant and much needed trip to the beach. After working so hard lately, especially in the midst of a sudden heat wave, Aizawa had decided that the students deserved a break - and a little fun.

Some of them swam or played volleyball, like Kirishima, while others relaxed in the sun or tanned, like Kaminari (although he was the only boy who decided to focus on getting a tan; he claimed only the sun’s “healing rays” could relax his body and mind after such an intense training period).

The couple didn’t see each other much during the day, even on the bus ride home; Kirishima sat with Bakugou, who was insistent Todoroki had cheated at volleyball, while Kaminari sat with Sero so they could chat about a video game they had both been playing recently.

Kirishima and Kaminari made it a point to spend some time together once the bus had arrived back to the dorm so they could unwind and talk to each other about their beach activities. When they got back they immediately went to Kirishima’s room, chatting excitedly.

“Man, that was fun. I wish we could go to the beach every week!” Kirishima exclaimed.

Kaminari nodded in agreement. “Me, too. I feel so sleepy now, but definitely refreshed. I guess sitting in the sun all day does that to you.” His eyes suddenly lit up.

“Oh yeah, I was going to show you something on the bus, but I forgot!” He dropped his bag on the floor, excited, and turned to Kirishima, who had taken a seat on the edge of his bed; he’d shower later.

“Look, look!” Kaminari exclaimed, lifting the hem of his shirt and pointing to his torso. “Look what I did!”

Kirishima leaned over to see what Kaminari was showing him. He could now see, starting from slightly above and going down onto the blond’s hipbone, the pale shape of a lightening bolt, contrasting nicely against the rest of Kaminari’s suntanned skin.

“Woah,” Kirishima breathed, smiling at the spot. “How’d you do that?”

“It was Mina’s idea! She wanted to make a little star out of sunscreen on her back so when she tanned, it would leave the shape. Then Ururaka wanted to do a heart on her leg, and Momo wanted to do a flower on her shoulder. I wanted to do one too, and Mina thought a lightening bolt would suit me. Cool, right?”

Kirishima grinned at his boyfriend, finding his excitement cute. “Very cool, and such a manly shape, too!” Almost without thinking, Kirishima reached out and pressed into the pale shape with his index finger.

Kaminari yipped, his body slightly shrinking into itself, and he let go of his shirt in order to slam his hands over his mouth. Both boys’ eyes went wide and Kaminari’s ears flushed a bright red. Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up with a grin. “Oh?” What was that?”

Kaminari only shook his head, eyes never leaving Kirishima’s face. It was like the smaller boy knew what was about to happen but was paralyzed in anticipation.

As soon as Kaminari’s body made the slightest movement indicating he was about to make a run for it, Kirishima lunged and grabbed him around the waist, cackling at Kaminari’s surprised squeal.

“Wait, no - wahait, put me down!”

“Put you down? Sounds good to me!”

Kirishima flopped onto his bed, Kaminari still in his arms, and quickly maneuvered his and Kaminari’s bodies so Kaminari was lying on his back with Kirishima kneeling between his legs.

Kaminari was already giggling, hands out in front of himself defensively and eyes squinted in mirth as he looked at Kirishima hovering over him. “Whyhyhy?”

Kirishima barked out a laugh.

“Why? Because it’s cute!”

Before Kaminari could giggle out any more protests, Kirishima grabbed both of his boyfriend’s hands in one of his own and pinned them to the blond’s own chest. His free hand hovered above Kaminari’s hip near the little lightening bolt shape, and he made a big show of flexing his thumb in the air directly above the hipbone. Kaminari was near hysterical, shaking his head and arching his back and giggling up a storm. “You don’t have to d-do this!”

“On the contrary,” Kirishima teased, “I think I do, especially since this lovely spot has been so nicely highlighted for me. This was obviously meant to be!”

He finally started tickling Kaminari for real, digging his thumb right into the concave area of the boy’s hipbone and kneading the sunscreened shape like dough. Kaminari let out a delicious scream that gave way to boyish belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking. “Oh nohoho!” He cried.

“Oh, yes!” Kirishima crowed, laughing along with his boyfriend as he writhed, trying so hard to dislodge Kirishima’s hand or roll away and failing miserably at both. A particularly well placed knead made Kaminari squeal at fever-pitch; small sparks zinged out of his fingertips, startling Kirishima, who couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriend; one of his most favourite things about making Kaminari laugh hard was the inevitable and unconscious discharge of his quirk, like the blond’s glee couldn’t simply be contained to his body and needed an escape route.

Kirishima lightened his touch a bit, still poking gently at the pale lightening bolt with his finger. He couldn’t stop giggling because Kaminari couldn’t stop giggling. He thought the two of them must have made quite a sight.

“Mean,” Kaminari whined, before hiccuping once and causing both boys to giggle harder. “So mean!”

Kirishima laughed brightly. “I could be meaner, if you wanted…”

Kirishima made a lobster claw with one of his hands and lightly placed it around one of Kaminari’s knees, not even tickling yet. Kaminari, of course, absolutely lost it, squealing and laughing even harder than he had been, even without actually being tickled there; knee tickles were a whole different level for him.

“Please, plehease, I’m tired!” He shrieked, a snort shooting from his nose. “L-later, okay? You can do it later, I promise!”

Kirishima burst out laughing at that, releasing Kaminari from his clutches and laying down next to him. “Fine, but only because you asked so politely.”

A pause.

“I really like your lightening bolt.”

Kaminari’s giggles died down and he turned on his side to look at Kirishima, eyes still shining with mirth.

“You should do something next time too! Maybe like… a rock, or something.

Kirishima laughed. “Wouldn’t that just be a circle?”

Kaminari laughed too. “Oh yeah, I guess. Maybe, like, the outline of a mountain range?”

“Yeah, that could work! Where?”

“Maybe your chest,” Kaminari offered, “or your back.” He thought for a moment. “Actually, we should do it on your ribcage. It’s only fair to me if we put it somewhere you’re ticklish.” To emphasize his point, he gave Kirishima a pinch to his ribs. The redhead yelped and grabbed his boyfriend’s offending hand.

“Careful, Kami. You wouldn’t want me to hold you to your… promise, before you’ve had a chance to rest, hm?”

Kaminari blushed so red he might as well have not worn any sunscreen at the beach.

[allnightstay]

Day 15 - "Are you ticklish?"

Summary: When Gojo suspects that Megumi might be ticklish, he can't resist testing his theory, much to Megumi's dismay.

Lee: Megumi

Ler: Gojo

The training field was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Megumi sat cross-legged on the ground, catching his breath after yet another intense sparring session with Gojo. Despite the sweat on his brow and the ache in his muscles, he remained as composed as ever.

Gojo, of course, looked perfectly fine. The man didn’t even seem tired, lounging casually in the grass, sunglasses glinting in the sun. "You’re getting better, Megumi. I’m proud!" he said with a grin.

Megumi exhaled quietly. “Thanks. But I still need to improve.”

Gojo tilted his head, smirking. “So serious, as always." Then, as if an idea had suddenly struck him, his smile turned mischievous. "Say, Megumi…"

Megumi narrowed his eyes. He knew that tone all too well. It was the kind that spelled trouble. "What?"

Gojo leaned closer, resting his chin in his hand like a curious child. “You wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish, would you?”

Megumi blinked. His calm facade faltered for the briefest moment - a flicker of unease that Gojo, unfortunately, caught.

"Ohhhh, that was definitely a reaction!" Gojo’s grin widened. "You are ticklish, aren’t you?"

"I’m not," Megumi said flatly, shifting slightly to put some distance between them.

“Liar.”

Before Megumi could get up, Gojo was already on him, quick as lightning. He pinned Megumi’s arms with ease, the younger sorcerer squirming under his grasp.

“G-Gojo-no-"

“Gotta confirm this for science,” Gojo said with mock seriousness. "Let’s see!"

Gojo’s fingers wriggled against Megumi’s sides, brushing lightly at first. The reaction was immediate. Megumi’s body tensed, and he let out a sharp, involuntary inhale like he was trying very hard to suppress a laugh.

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Gotcha! You are ticklish!”

Megumi glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way his body jerked when Gojo’s fingers found another weak spot on his ribs. “S-stop-Gohojo!” Megumi’s voice broke into a strained chuckle as he twisted, trying to escape.

"What's that, Megumi? I can't hear you over all the giggles!" Gojo teased, doubling his efforts.

A rare laugh escaped from Megumi, a short, breathless burst that surprised even himself. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he thrashed beneath Gojo’s relentless fingers.

“I-Ihihi’m g-going to-kihihill y-you-!” Megumi stammered between ragged breaths, his normally stoic expression crumbling into helpless laughter.

“Wow, Megumi, you’re actually adorable when you laugh!” Gojo declared triumphantly. “You should do this more often.”

“Ahahahaa!! Sh-shut up! Go-Gojohoho come on!!” Megumi wheezed, trying to push Gojo away but with no success. His strength was sapped by the uncontrollable giggling, his body twisting in every direction to escape the ticklish onslaught.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity (to Megumi, at least), Gojo decided to show mercy. He sat back, letting Megumi catch his breath, though his grin showed no signs of fading.

Megumi rolled onto his side, panting, his face burning with humiliation. “You… are the worst…” he muttered, glaring at his teacher with a mix of annoyance and lingering laughter in his eyes.

Gojo chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “I just think it’s important to explore new sides of yourself, Megumi.” He gave a playful wink. “And now we know: Stoic on the outside, ticklish on the inside.”

Megumi groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you.”

“Oh, come on, you love me,” Gojo said cheerfully, ruffling Megumi’s hair. “Don’t be surprised if this becomes part of our training routine!”

“If you ever try this again, I’ll summon all of my shikigami at once,” Megumi warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

Gojo laughed. “Noted. But you should know-I’d still win.”

Megumi groaned again, already dreading whatever nonsense Gojo would come up with next. But deep down, a tiny part of him couldn’t deny that the laughter, however unwelcome, had made the day just a bit lighter.

[veryblushyswitch]

Aa hello!! If you feel up for it, I'd love to request 14. with ler Hanako and lee Minamoto!✨️

“Come at me. I dare you.”

Summary: Kou quickly loses a rematch with Hanako. But Hanako won’t let him be a sore loser.

Lee: Kou

Ler: Hanako

���What did you just say?” Hanako questioned. The wind on the rooftop of the school making some leaves fly across the ground in dramatic effect.

“Come at me. I dare you.” Kou stood his ground. Planting his feet firmly and holding his fists up in a fighting stance. Needless to say, he looked kind of silly. In Hanako’s opinion at least.

“Oh~ you’re really picking a fight with me?” Hanako flew up to Kou’s face almost causing Kou to flinch, but he kept himself still despite the uncomfortable popping of his personal space bubble.

“Do you not remember what happened last time? And that was when you had your staff.” Hanako gave Kou a boop to his nose. Kou glared at the spirit in front of him. “Like I said. Come at me. I dare you.”

In all honesty, he wasn’t that enraged. He was more so… bored. Bored and annoyed with Hanako. He thought if he could beat him in a fight that maybe he could get some respect from the specter.

“If you say so~” Hanako shrugged before rushing forward at the speed of light. Kou yelped, not ready for the quickness of the ghost. Kou stumbled back a bit when they collided. Hand in hand each trying to get the other one off balance. Hanako smiled the whole time, his feet not even touching the ground.

Within a few minutes, Kou found himself on the ground in the same position as their last fight. Admitting defeat, Kou laid flat on his back, arms outstretched palms to the sky.

“Gotcha again~” Hanako teased, making himself comfortable on Kou’s thighs. Even going as far to lean forward on his elbows, each one on the side of Kou’s waist. His face inches away from Kou’s. Kou didn’t say anything and just turned his face to the side.

“Aww c’mon. Don’t be a sore loser.” Hanako say up, using Kou’s sides to push himself up. A strangled squeak filled the silent roof, Kou slapping his hands across his lips. Hanako smirked. Oh this was going to be fun.

“Lemme see that smile, Minamoto!” Hanako moved his hands to start squeezing at the sensitive skin on Kou’s sides. Kou gasped and grabbed onto Hanako’s wrists.

“N-Noho! Stohop it!” Kou gripped onto the ghost and tried his hardest to keep his giggles at bay. It was a pretty hard task. Kou was… very ticklish. To say the least.

“Aww~ is the little exorcist a little ticklish?” Hanako teased moving his hands up to Kou’s ribs. This caused loud laughter to pierce the air around them. “Or should I say really ticklish! My gosh, Kou, you’re super ticklish aren’t you?” Hanako continued to squeeze and prod in between each ticklish bone.

Counting each rib out loud one by one to make Kou squeal and squirm with each tickle and squeeze. He even “lost count” a few times just to start over again and again. Kou stopped gripping Hanako’s wrists and resorted to trying his hardest to squeeze his arms against his sides. But all efforts to stop Hanako’s tickly hands would be useless.

“HAHAHAHAHAHANAHAKOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Kou’s legs kicked against the ground. Hanako just giggled along, kneading circles into the most ticklish parts of Kou’s ribs. Even going as far as to wiggle the fingers that were on his back.

“STAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Sorry I could understand that. Maybe a new spot will help?” Hanako removed his hands giving the poor exorcist a break. The break was short lived when he felt electricity run all up and down his legs.

“Nohohohoho! Nahat the knehehehees!” Kou squealed. His knees always made him let out the most adorably squeal filled giggles according to his older brother. Hanako just giddily laughed as he watched his friend crumble beneath his ghostly ticklish touch.

“You gotta admit this is a pretty cute weakness to have Mr. Exorcist~” Hanako started to scribble underneath Kou’s knees. Kou arched his back with a loud laugh. He reached forward kicking his legs, trying to push Hanako off of him. His strength was depleted, leaving his arms to struggle even lifting themselves off the ground.

“StahahAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! Heheheheheheh! Nohohohoho!” Kou couldn’t focus on anything other than how fucking bad it tickled. Hanako alternating between squeezing the tops of his knees and scribbling the underside. This left Kou victim in stitches and his face a blaze.

After a few more minutes of knee tickles and teases, Hanako stopped and rested his hands on his lap. He still sat on Kou’s waist as he gaped for breath.

“Yohou. Ahahare soho dead. That wahas so mehehean.” Kou’s stomach moved up and down as each breath seemed deeper than the last. His lungs selfishly breathing in all the air they could, as if Hanako could take any. Hanako simply chuckled and floated above his friend. Reaching a hand forward to help the, at first, reluctant Kou. Kou stood up with Hanako’s help, refusing to look into his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“What?! You said I dare you remember.” Hanako hovered next to Kou and gave him a quick scribble to the side. Kou yelped and slapped at the ghostly hand.

“Shuhut up.” He said sternly, but unable to hide the giggle in his voice. Hanako just smiled and wrapped his arms around Kou’s shoulder. A thing he did often to show his appreciation and affection towards the people he considered friends. Kou rolled his eyes and patted him on the head. Maybe one day he’ll be able to beat Hanako in a fight. But for now, he didn’t seem to mind losing as much as he used to.

[veryblushyswitch]

I’m gonna die actually- 🥲💖💖💖

Tickletober Day 14: Soft

Summary: On a shared day off, Tanjiro and Muchiro spend it together reminiscing about their childhoods, and Tanjiro discovers something very interesting about his friend.

Word Count: 2,001

Muichiro rarely took days off. He had the option to but found it unnecessary unless he needed to recover from injuries. Before he recovered his memories, there was no reason to. He had nothing he wanted to do, no one he wanted to be with. He knew nothing of his previous life or family, and his only motivation was the ever-present rage that grounded him. 

Now, he knew what had happened to his family. There was still little reason for him to spend his time doing anything other than training and killing demons. He was a Hashira after all, his time was more valuable than the other slayers. 

But when Tanjiro had sent him a letter asking to spend some time together, he supposed he could take one day off.

Muichiro met him at the Butterfly Mansion. Tanjiro had written in his letter that he was recovering from some minor injuries he'd incurred on a mission, but Muichiro hadn't been prepared for the extent of them or the spark of anger that flared in him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching up to gingerly touch the bandage around Tanjiro's head.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, it's worse than it looks," He reassured, smile as blinding as usual. Besides the bandages around his head and neck, he was walking with a noticeable limp in his right leg, and without his haori on, Muichiro could see more bandages around his ribs.

He didn't believe Tanjiro but didn't push. Instead he continued to worriedly examine Tanjiro, despite his protests, until he was satisfied. 

"It really isn't that bad! Miss Shinobu even said I could leave and go to town!"

"No."

"Oh, you don't want to? Did you have something else in mind?"

"You're still injured. You shouldn't leave. Can you even walk?" Muichiro asked, looking around Tanjiro's private room. He didn't see any crutches.

"Mhm! I can get around fine!" He insisted, standing from his seat on the bed and walking around the room for emphasis. Muichiro didn't seem impressed, making Tanjiro pout as he grabbed his robe and haori, slipping both on. He would have earlier, but he didn't realize how quickly Muichiro would arrive. 

"We'll stay here. I'll ask one of the girls to bring us a meal," Muichiro told him and was leaving before Tanjiro could react.

He didn't really mind. He thought they would enjoy a peaceful day walking around town, but he was content as long as he got to see Muichiro. They wrote to each other regularly, but it was rare to get to spend time together. He always treasured it when they could.

Muichiro returned quickly with Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho, each carrying food that they deposited on the table. The three girls huddled around Tanjiro, chattering with him for a few minutes before they left to return to their chores. 

The two boys kneeled across from each other at the table. As they began eating, an awkward silence fell over them. Tanjiro, while normally sociable, always found himself struggling to speak with Muichiro. It was easier when they wrote letters, when he didn't completely lose all sense looking at Muichiro, when the odd, pleasant warmth wasn't overwhelming.

Before he realized it, he was drawn out of his thoughts and blurted, "There's sakura mochi!"

Muichiro smiled at him, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, but it's not little sister Hanako's absolute favorite! We only ever had it a few times, but she loves it! She practically drools anytime she sees it," He said, laughing at the fond memory.

"I didn't know you had any siblings other than Nezuko."

Tanjiro stilled, his smile tightening as a sad look passed over his face. "They passed. When Nezuko was turned…"

They were silent again. Muichiro waited for Tanjiro to continue speaking; he didn't. 

"I had an older brother," Muichiro began, "A twin. I couldn't remember him for a long time."

"That's awful," he frowned.

"It's okay," he smiled. It was better remembering. "I don't know what his favorite food was. We never had much, so we took what we could."

"We didn't either. I sold charcoal to support us."

"We provided for ourselves after our parents passed. He was always mad at me. And cold. Said I never worked hard enough or fast enough."

"That sounds a little like my brother Takeo! He could be a little harsh sometimes, but he's really a sweet kid."

"How many siblings do you have?"

He told him and named them, and they talked about them and Muichiro's brother. Tanjiro told him things that he hadn't thought about in years, because there was always something going on, some other threat, and there was rarely a moment for reflection like this. Once he got started, it was surprisingly easy for Tanjiro to talk about. There was almost something comforting about it, like a weight he hadn't realized was there was being lifted off of his chest.

Muichiro told him things too, about his brother and parents; memories that had barely just returned to him. Tanjiro wondered if it was as cathartic for him. It must have been, because neither of them could find it in them to stop talking, sharing stories until they were both smiling and laughing, feeling oddly at ease in having someone that understood and being able to escape that pain for a few moments. 

"I used to be a crybaby. It always annoyed him."

Tanjiro laughed good-naturedly. Muichiro didn't think he could do anything otherwise; he didn't have an ounce of malice in his body. "Really? It's hard to imagine with how you are now."

"Yeah. I don't think he liked seeing me upset. He always tried to cheer me up," Muichiro abandoned his half-eaten meal, shoving it away from him and busying his fingers with untangling his hair.

"How?" Tanjiro asked, tilting his head curiously. He also had stopped eating, but it seemed as if he had forgotten his food was there, as if all of his focus was on Muichiro. It was an odd feeling.

"Oh, he used to tickle me."

"I do that to my little siblings too! It's so cute whe—" Tanjiro cut himself off, staring at him with his mouth agape. "Wait! You're ticklish?"

"Uh, yeah," He felt his face redden slightly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "Is that… not normal?"

"Oh, no!" Tanjiro shook his head, waving his hands, "I didn't mean anything bad by it! It's perfectly normal; I am too! I was only surprised considering how you were when we first met. I would have never thought that you were ticklish, though I guess it isn't more surprising than Genya…"

Muichiro laughed at Tanjiro's rambling and thought back to his earlier words, "You're a good big brother."

His eyes clouded over as he thought of Yuchiro. His memories had returned, but it still felt as if a piece of him was missing without his brother. There was a constant, piercing ache in his heart that oddly felt less painful the they talked, every word dulling the pain, if only for the moment. It helped, being here with Tanjiro.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Tanjiro poked him in the side, making him shy away. He hadn't noticed when Tanjiro moved next to him. Had he missed something important again? 

"Sor—"

"You seem a little down today. It's a good thing I know how to cheer you up!" 

Tanjiro poked his side again, and Muichiro bit the inside of his cheek. He eyed Tanjiro cautiously and was greeted by a kind smile and gentle eyes that made his heart stutter. He trusted Tanjiro and knew he would never intentionally hurt him; it wasn't something he'd experienced in years, but if it ever were to happen again, he supposed he wouldn't mind if it was Tanjiro. After all, he had enjoyed those rare moments when his brother was affectionate.

Besides, it was nice to see Tanjiro smiling like that. Muichiro would do anything to keep him smiling like that.

"It's been awhile. I don't know if I'm still ticklish."

"Want to find out?" His eyes sparkled.

"Yeah," Muichiro's face felt hot.

"Okay," Tanjiro was kneeled beside him on the mats, earnest eyes that Muichiro couldn't meet bore into his skin as he skittered his fingers across his stomach. "Then let's try here!"

He gasped, squirming at the nostalgic sensation. "It seems like you still are! Now let's try somewhere else…"

Tanjiro tweaked his ribs, delighting in the small huffs he elicited from the other boy and his widening smile. His touch was gentle, barely ghosting over his skin in a way that left a tingling sensation long after the touch and made him yearn for more.

"You… don't have to—to be soho… gentle. I'm nahat that… fragile," Muichiro managed between his breathy giggles.

"If that's what you want!" Tanjiro's smile widened as he dug his fingers into his ribs. 

He squeaked, bursting into rapid giggles at the intense sensations. He clutched his hands into fists, straining to keep them at his side and ignored his instinct to curl up into a ball.

Tanjiro's touch was still light, allowing him to enjoy the sensation without desperately needing to escape. It was so different from Yuchiro. He tickled him mercilessly, wrecking him in his worst spots until his laughter was silent and he was on the verge of tears. It was awful but also left him feeling so light-headed and giddy he couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Tanjiro's hands shifted, moving to gently glide his short nails along Muichiro's back to give him a break.

Muichiro made an inhuman noise, giggles becoming louder and more rapid as he doubled over. He clenched his hands in Tanjiro's haori as he buried his face in his chest, too distracted by the ticklish sensations to realize how embarrassing their position was.

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, stifling a laugh and temporarily stilling his hands.

He nodded against his chest, still giggling, and Tanjiro resumed his playful attack, making him writhe and shriek.

"That's good, because I'm really enjoying this! Your laugh is so cute!"

He bit back a groan, shaking his head that was still resting on Tanjiro's chest.

"You don't think it's cute?"

"Ihihihits nahahahaht!"

"Yes it is! It's adorable!"

"Nohoho! I behet yohohohours ihihis cuhuhuhuter!" 

"Wha—no it's not!" Tanjiro exclaimed, and the tickling suddenly stopped.

Muichiro's face burned as he realized what he'd said and their intimate position. Tanjiro was practically hugging him, and Muichiro was clinging to him. But he didn't want to stop. He was still lightly giggling when he finally mustered enough courage to peek up at Tanjiro. 

His face was as red as Muichiro's, his smile wide, and his eyes nervous. He didn't know what to make of that.

"I… I think you're cute," Tanjiro finally spoke up, voice hushed.

Muichiro's throat was dry. He didn't know if it was his or Tanjiro's heart that was beating so fast. 

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for Tanjiro's face to fall as if anticipating a rejection. He wouldn't get one.

Muichiro leaned closer, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd pressed a kiss to Tanjiro's cheek.

His smile was more radiant than Muichiro had ever seen it. Tanjiro reached out his hand to smooth out Muichiro's frazzled hair. 

After what felt like an eternity, Tanjiro said, "I like you."

He couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Me too."

This time, Tanjiro leaned in, and Muichiro met him halfway, sinking into the short, soft kiss—his first kiss.

Then Tanjiro pulled him into a hug, gently cradling him and burying his face into his shoulder, but Muichiro could still imagine the blinding grin and the red flush he must've had.

Once again, they sat together in silence, one that was comfortable and reflective, and Muichiro found himself quite thankful that he had taken the day off.

[allnightstay]

Day 17 - Raspberry 🌬️

Summary: Geto decides to be a menace to you for no reason... but you're not complaining.

Lee: Reader

Ler: Geto

A/N: This is for the anon that asked about a Geto x Reader fic!! I hope you enjoyy ~

It was one of those rare, blissful afternoons when everything felt still. No missions, no cursed spirits, and no obligations demanding your attention. Geto laid stretched across the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the picture of ease. His long, dark hair fanned across the cushion, catching the late afternoon light.

You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, flipping through a book, but your mind wandered as you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. He looked way too smug, like he had a secret you weren’t in on.

“You’re fidgeting,” Geto murmured without moving, his voice smooth and low, with just a hint of amusement.

“I’m not fidgeting,” you said defensively, shifting your legs.

His lips curled into a small, lazy smirk. “You are.” His golden eyes slid open, sharp and observant, and you knew immediately... you were doomed.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, suddenly wary.

“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, the smirk never leaving his face. “You just seem... bored.” He pushed himself upright with a stretch, muscles shifting beneath his loose shirt. "And I think you’re about five seconds away from regretting that.”

You blinked. “What-"

Before you could finish, Geto pounced with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to take you apart. His hands shot to your sides, his fingers fluttering across your ribs.

“HAHA-WAIT! Getoho!” you burst out, twisting wildly under his touch, but there was no escape. His hands were merciless, digging into every ticklish spot they could find.

“You’ve made a mistake,” Geto said in a soft, almost sing-song voice, his smile widening as your laughter grew louder. “And now I have to fix it.”

“Gehehet-hahaha! Stohohop!!” you gasped, trying to shove his hands away, but he was quick, dodging your frantic attempts with ease.

“Stop?” he repeated, feigning innocence as his hands skittered down to your waist. "You’re laughing too much to mean that.”

“I mehehehean it!! Hahaha! I SWEHEHEAR!!"

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. His hands slowed, just enough to give you hope, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips right to your ribs.

"Wait NOHOHO-"

The raspberry was loud and obnoxious, sending a shockwave of tingling vibrations through your skin. Your laughter exploded uncontrollably.

“HAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHETOHOHO!” you shrieked, thrashing beneath him, but he only grinned wider.

“Look at you,” he teased, blowing another raspberry just beneath your ribs. “I didn’t know you were this ticklish.”

“YOU-NAHAHA-ARE THE WORST!”

“Oh?” His voice was light, playful, but his hands were relentless. His long fingers danced along your belly, then dipped into the space between your ribs. Another raspberry followed, this time against your stomach.

“NAHAHAH OKAHAHAHAY, OKAY!!” you pleaded between gasps of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t breheheheathe!”

Geto chuckled, clearly having too much fun to stop. “You should’ve thought of that before,” he murmured, blowing a smaller raspberry on the soft spot near your collarbone.

You practically howled. “I HATE YOU! Hahaha! I-stop, I mean it!"

“No, you don’t,” he said with a soft laugh, his voice velvety and smug. “Admit it, you’re having fun.”

You tried your best to glare at him through your laughter, but it was impossible to keep a straight face when he was still attacking your ribs.

“Okay-hahaha-MERCY!” you finally cried, flailing helplessly beneath him.

For a moment, Geto pretended to consider it, tilting his head with an exaggerated look of thought. Then, with one last smirk, he blew a final raspberry right at the crook of your neck.

“HAHAHA! NO MORE!” you yelped, slamming your hands against the floor in surrender.

At last, Geto relented, leaning back and giving you a moment to catch your breath. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, still panting.

“You’re the one who couldn’t stop laughing,” Geto pointed out with a smug grin.

You shot him a half-hearted glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his rare, genuine smile was lighting up his entire face. He looked way too pleased with himself, and you knew this wasn’t over.

“Next time,” you warned, still catching your breath, “you’re the one getting raspberries. And I’m not going easy on you.”

Geto chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to try,” he said, his voice low and challenging, a promise wrapped in silk.

He gave you a teasing wink, ruffling your hair as he stood up and stretched. “Better luck next time.”

You sat there, still grinning despite yourself, already plotting your revenge. One thing was certain: the next time Geto let his guard down, he was going to be the one laughing.

And you weren’t planning on showing any mercy.

[veryblushyswitch]

The way I have multiple Scott Pilgrim Takes Off fics and hc posts in the works. And the way three of them are about lee Wallace ✨

[veryblushyswitch]

TELL ME WHY- I AM JUST NOW SEEING THIS- This is absolutely amazing oh my gosh!! 😭💖 AND PLEASE ALL THE KODAMA TICKLING HIM TOO! I CAN AND WILL CRY- 🦋🦋🦋

Kodama Helpers {Ashitaka and San}

A/N: AHHH thank you so so SO much for this request omg i actually rewatched the movie to write this and i SOBBED i love this movie so so much!!!! i love ashitaka to bits and his relationship with san makes me so HFUDSHFJKD i love them!!! this takes place after the events of the actual movie because i couldn't figure out how to work it otherwise LOL and i love the kodama so... yeah! lolol as always i hope you enjoy and have a LOVELY day and remember to hydrate!! :D

Summary: After the Forest Spirit's death, Ashitaka and San work with the kodama to help rebuild the forest. The kodama, however, are feeling a little mischievous.

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut!)

Ashitaka stirred awake, brushing leaves and grass off of his face. He blinked away sleep and looked around, his mind still foggy while he laid against the soft moss of the forest floor.

“Finally awake, huh?” San leaned over Ashitaka, a small smile on her face. “I couldn’t find you because you were asleep. I needed one of the kodama to help me.”

Ashitaka rubbed his eyes and sat up, mumbling an apology. “I’m sorry… I think my body is still adjusting.”

When Ashitaka and San returned the head of the Forest Spirit back, he had been cured of the curse that would’ve taken his life. He was grateful to the Forest Spirit, which had given life back to both him and the forest as it’s final act. The kodama were coming back and the flora was renewing, which had previously died out after the Forest Spirit’s beheading.

Ashitaka spent most of his time helping Lady Eboshi rebuild the town, which was much further from the forest than before. Ashitaka could tell there was still much lingering resentment from San for Lady Eboshi, but the two of them never spoke of it when they were together.

The curse that would’ve killed Ashitaka had also given him immense strength. However, it fed off of the hatred around him and inside of him and inflicted pain on him with every passing moment. He was still getting used to his old strength and no longer being in pain. Even though he was cured, he was still constantly sapped of energy.

“Your body can adjust while we help the kodama. Come on,” San said, helping Ashitaka up.

The two of them walked through the forest until they reached what used to be the Realm of the Forest Spirit. Trees that had fallen were now growing moss on their logs, and saplings were beginning to sprout where the old trees had died. 

The kodama clicked softly as San and Ashitaka approached. Ashitaka couldn’t understand them as well as San, so he waited until she finished talking with them to find out what the kodama wanted this time.

“They have handfuls of seeds that need to be spread out. Not all of the seeds will grow, so they have a lot.”

Ashitaka hummed thoughtfully, glad for an easier task. The kodama sometimes forgot that he no longer had the same strength, and they had previously asked him to move an entire fallen tree so that they could clean the soil underneath. He and San had to explain that wasn’t possible, and the kodama had been just a bit disappointed.

Ashitaka and San crouched down in front of the kodama, who dropped a small number of seeds into each of their palms. They pointed in the direction they wanted the seeds, and Ashitaka and San got to work.

Ashitaka grabbed small pinches of seeds and threw them around across the forest floor, taking more from kodama that appeared whenever he ran out. San was silent while she spread the seeds, as she always was. Ashitaka turned to the kodama for more seeds, and was surprised to see two in front of him.

“Hello there.” He smiled and reached his hand out, taking a few more seeds. He was about to turn when one of the kodama waved to get his attention again. “Do you need anything else?”

The taller kodama clicked and pointed at San. The shorter kodama then pointed at Ashitaka. The two of them clicked again and then held hands and toed at the ground shyly. Ashitaka raised an eyebrow. “You want the seeds there?”

They looked up at him and clicked again before running through his legs towards San. Ashitaka laughed when they tried to get San’s attention. “I think they were trying to tell me something.”

“What do you need, friends?” San crouched down, tilting her head. The kodama clicked and did the same pose from earlier, making San laugh. “Oh, I’m not so sure. What do you think, Ashitaka?”

Ashitaka was mildly confused. “Do they want us to put the seeds closer together?”

The kodama clicked in a way that sounded almost like a giggle. San snickered as well, waving dismissively at Ashitaka. “It’s nothing. Let’s get back to planting.”

Ashitaka felt left out of the conversation, but he decided not to press the matter if it wasn’t important. The kodama began to trail behind him and San, following in a line as the two of them progressed in spreading the seeds. He would turn around to grab more seeds and the first kodama would sprinkle more into his palm before running around to the back of the line. He looked over and saw them do the same thing for San, clicking as they followed.

After a little while, they had finally spread enough seeds for the kodama to be satisfied. Ashitaka sprinkled the last few seeds he had and turned back to San, who was talking with the kodama and chuckling with them.

“What are you all talking about now?” Ashitaka wandered over. San turned back to look at him and smiled softly, gesturing to the kodama.

“They want to know if you’re my partner,” San said, her smile widening when Ashitaka’s expression became surprised.

Ashitaka nodded, then flushed when he realized what the kodama had meant by “partner.” He shook his head and averted his eyes, trying to avoid San’s gaze. But the kodama had circled the pair, so no matter where he looked, he saw a kodama.

“Do you know what they mean, Ashitaka?” He nodded slowly again, looking directly at the forest floor while he tried to compose himself. San laughed. “Are you… blushing?”

Ashitaka huffed, finally turning to face San as he chuckled. “I suppose I am…”

The kodama surrounding them put their hands on their cheeks and pretended to swoon. Some of them appeared on Ashitaka’s shoulders and lightly poked at his cheeks, clicking while they did so. He giggled softly, trying not to swat them away. Some poked at his ankles as well, making him shift his weight awkwardly.

San observed with amusement, a few kodama appearing on her own shoulders as well. She walked over to Ashitaka and ruffled his hair. “What’s got you giggling?”

He huffed. “I didn’t expect kodama to tickle…”

San raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know humans could be ticklish.” She began to reach towards Ashitaka, making him flinch away. “I’m just going to tickle you. You’re fine. My brothers love being tickled.”

She poked at his stomach lightly. Ashitaka squirmed and giggled awkwardly, then grabbed her wrist gently and moved her hand away. “Well, your brothers are wolves. I’m not a wohoholf–! Sahahahan!”

He stumbled backward when San scribbled lightly at his ribs, trying to avoid kicking any of the kodama. They moved away when Ashitaka lost his footing and fell backwards in a mess of giggles, San laughing with him in sheer amusement.

“Are humans ticklish in different places? You’re different than wolves, after all. What about your belly?”

Ashitaka gave up trying to squirm away, knowing San’s interest was piqued enough for him not to have a chance of escape. Instead, he curled up and tried to push her hands away, but they were too quick and strong for him to move.

“Sahahahan! Dohohon’t tickle me thehehere! Ah–!” He squealed when she went back to his ribs and journeyed upwards. She hummed in fond curiosity and kept going, reaching Ashitaka’s underarms. He gasped and wiggled around, laughing harder than before as he whined. “Hehehelp!”

“Are you talking to the kodama?” San chuckled. “They’re not going to help you, Ashitaka, they think your reactions are funny.”

“I cahahan’t help it! Yohohou’re tickling mehehe!” Ashitaka wailed. He kicked his legs weakly, then stopped when he noticed the kodama beginning to group up near his legs. “Dohohon’t!”

The kodama were trying to join San, and had slowly begun to poke at Ashitaka’s legs. He tried not to kick them, but his frantic energy from being tickled had to go somewhere, so he began to shake his head and covered his face with his hands.

“Now you’re hiding? You’re so peculiar,” She teased, scribbling under his arms. He had made it much easier for her to get there by covering his face, but he was too distracted to truly notice.

“Mahahake them stahahap! Sahahahan, plehehease!” Ashitaka wailed. He was going crazy from both San and the kodama’s tickles, but not being able to squirm very much made it harder to handle. He squealed until she finally waved them away and continued her own tickling. “Sahahahan!!”

“You just asked for them to stop! Are humans ticklish everywhere? My brothers aren’t ticklish on their legs. And they definitely aren’t ticklish here,” She emphasized under Ashitaka’s arms by poking them, making him squeak in surprise. “Where else?”

“I’m nohohot ticklish everywhehehere!” Ashitaka protested, kicking his legs now that the kodama had dispersed.

“You basically are,” San teased, scribbling around Ashitaka’s torso to prove her point. 

He finally began to hiccup and swat at her hands more, signalling her to give him a break. She sat beside him while waiting for him to recover, which took a while for him to just stop giggling. Finally, he calmed down, and she watched him with a patient smile while he laid flat. He looked at her and smiled, furrowing his brows.

“Are you sufficiently entertained?”

She nodded, helping him up. “We’re all done helping the kodama. Would you like to visit the river before heading back?”

Ashitaka sighed, stretching his arms. He giggled when she poked him again, quickly pulling away and putting some distance between them before he could completely react. He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Am I safe around you anymore?”

San shrugged. The kodama clicked around them, catching their attention. They began to put their hands on their cheeks again, clicking and pretending to swoon. Ashitaka’s cheeks went red again and San laughed, nudging him to follow her down to the river. They waved to the kodama and went down to the river, spending just a little more time together before Ashitaka left.

[roseytheangel]

Heyo here’s twelfth day!

Hope y’all enjoy.

Izuku was tired. That was an understatement. He just had training with all might and Katsuki, and training was much worse. He had second to none sleep thanks to the nightmares of kamino ward.

He sighed, too tired to even bother with schoolwork. Quite easily people noticed, got worried. Shoto walked closer tapped him on the shoulder and looked worried, “you ok midoryia..? He mumbled as he stared into his eyes.

Izuku flinched and nodded, “yeah.. just tired.. of… you know.. life.” He sighed as shoto nodded in understanding, looking at him in sympathy. Shoto took and gave a deep breath before answering, “you know we are here for you right?”

Izuku only nodded in response as he started walking back to the dorms.

-

After a few more hours of a nap he was woken up by a presence he could feel, he groaned and turned over to try escaping and keeping warm but it didn’t leave. It felt like a hand stroking his cheek but he couldn’t be sure who it was until he heard a huff and felt hands wrap around him.

Katsuki. Katsuki was cuddling him.

He tried not to go bright red and ruin the moment as he snuggled in closer but Katsuki humned and pulled him closer, a small breath felt on izuku’s neck as he was nuzzled into by the blonde. Izuku hummed and actually started relaxing.

That was when he felt it, the cold jolt of AFO staring at him. He flung up and used, by his knowledge, 50% of his power. He froze as he felt the whole dorm go into chaos, his face dropping as he realised it was his fault. He needed to get his shit together.

He locked himself into his room with an upset look on his face, curling into a ball as he started crying.

He was the problem.

-

After a few more hours he heard a knock, “let me in dumbass.” The voice grumbled before a cooler and more gentle voice came out behind it, “let us in midoryia…”

He huffed and reluctantly opened the door, trying to smile as he saw the blonde and dual haired boy stare back in worry, their faces almost dropping as he saw the depressed and drained greenette staring back.

“D- izuku.. stop hiding in your room, we know it was an accident Damn it.” Bakugou said firmly as he glanced at todoroki for approval, when he got a nod in response he looked back at deku and sat onto his bed.

“But.. I-i hurt you guys- I-i didn’t want to..” izuku muttered, before shoto hummed and held izuku’s hand, squeezing it gently as he locked eyes with midoryia.

“That isn’t true you know.. we don’t think that and neither does anybody else in 1-A.” Shoto said as bluntly as he could without sounding too mean. Patting izuku’s thigh as katsuki huffed, “exactly, so stop acting like this got it?” Katsuki poked his side to try prove a point but izuku only flinched and tried pushing him away.

Katsuki paused and looked at shoto. That was an idea. Shoto chuckled and brought izuku closer, “your not.. ticklish.. are you midoryia..?” He muttered into izuku’s ear, smirking as the boy snickered and tried pulling away, bakugou’s large arms blocking him.

“N-nohoho- hahaha! Kahahacchan! Wahahaihihit!” The young boy squealed as katsuki started digging into his sides. Shoto chuckling and forcing his hands up so he could dig into his armpit, causing the boy to giggle louder.

“Aw.. how are you giggling this badly already?” Katsuki muttered as he led him down and started to dig into his stomach instead, putting his body laid onto the bed as shoto moved to his thighs. Izuku’s giggles turning into squeaky laughs, “StohOHOhohop! Ihihit tickles..”

“That’s kinda the point izuku…” shoto muttered as his hands moved quicker. Katsuki pulling away and shoto reluctantly doing it as izuku deflated.

“Feeling better?” Katsuki pats his shoulder as izuku nodded.

“Good now let’s get downstairs.”

——

Edit: sorry this took so long haha-

Bye!!

[veryblushyswitch]

So- I absolutely adore this hello?? 🥺💖💖 This is so adorable and playful I love it thank you!!! 🦋💖

My Cool Gay Roommate

TickleTober Day 9 Wake Up

Characters: Lee! Wallace, Ler! Scott.

Summary: A request from one of my favourite mutuals VBS (veryblushyswitch). I meshed together the wake up prompt with her idea of Scott discovering Wallace was ticklish. Hope you enjoy this one!

Warnings: None, just a tickle fic. Also that this may be OOC since it’s been a while since I’ve watched this show.

Wallace had never been a morning person. For as long as he could remember, he could never properly get his brain switched on until at least 10:00AM, or sooner with a few cups of coffee forced into his system. The second most important rule Wallace had emphasised to Scott when they first became roommates (the first being ‘Don’t fall in love with me’) was to never ever wake him up in the mornings. This morning was different though, the night prior, Wallace asked Scott to get him up at eight since he had agreed to meet with Mobile that day for breakfast. He knew he’d end up being bitchy that early in the morning so he reassured Scott that he’d apologise to him later for it.

Scott’s eyes peered over to a sleeping Wallace at his side, nervously. He’d done a lot of stupid things but making Wallace mad was something he was hoping to avoid under any circumstances. Still, Wallace would just be more mad at him later if he flunked out on this, he reasoned. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Wallace’s bare shoulder and shook him about softly, speaking quietly to him in a scratchy voice.

“Wallace…time to get up.” Scott ushered him, sitting up and leaning against the backboard of the bed to get a better view of Wallace’s sleeping face. His eyes scrunched up at the sound of Scott’s voice before he pulled the blanket closer to him, exposing Scott’s legs to the cool air.

“You know, that’s my blanket too,” Scott chuckled, knowing he was a blanket hog most of the time. Wallace didn’t seem to find it funny though.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you pay for it?” He rebutted, his voice barely audible yet still somehow forceful, hoping he wouldn’t have to speak in this tired state again. Wallace’s body felt so, so drained and it was like staying huddled up in this blanket was charging him; he’d be good to go in a few hours. But it didn’t seem like Scott was willing to wait that long.

“Dude, seriously, you asked for this,” Scott shuffled closer, trying to dip her legs under the blanket and reclaim some of their warmth; a nudge from Wallace shut down that idea quickly. He placed his hand on Wallace’s shoulder once more, shaking his head while his thumb accidentally rubbed against his bicep. Wallace gripped onto the blanket a little tighter, a small gasp escaping his lips from the touch before a few giggles escaped his mouth.

“Hey, what’s funny?” Scott blinked obliviously. “I’m being serious, were you just messing with me or something?” His grip on Wallace’s shoulder tightened, doing no favours for the sleepy boy, forcing even more giggles out of his mouth. Wallace promptly buried his face underneath his blanket, praying that those tiny noises would go unnoticed by Scott. Unfortunately, they didn’t, because Scott can’t do anything right.

“Wait, dude, are you fucking ticklish?” Scott asked in a shocked whisper, never having expected someone like Wallace to have a literal sensitive side to him.

“I’m the n-nohormal amount of t-tihicklish, don’t make some bihihig deal out of this,” Wallace huffed, not sure if he was trying to convince Scott or himself. Either way, he was unsuccessful. Those fingers that had just been tormenting his shoulder snaked their way to his underarms, fluttering about delicately against his soft skin.

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m absolutely making a big deal out of this! You? Ticklish? Strong, confident Wallace can’t handle a bit of tickling?” Scott played up his teasing once he saw just how flustered Wallace was already getting, something that greatly annoyed his roommate because of how well it worked.

“I cahahan tahake it, your just ahahannoying!” Wallace retorted, trying to wriggle his way under the blanket to protect himself only to have it unceremoniously ripped off of him by Scott, who discarded it onto the floor. Wallace shivered from the feeling of the cold air against him almost bare body, glaring at Scott, ready to give him an earful for trying that but he didn’t get an opportunity before he straddled his waist.

“I don’t know why your being so difficult, you asked for this, I’m just waking you up,” Scott smirked at him, his hands slipping underneath Wallace’s grey T-shirt and digging into the soft, pudgy skin of his abdomen.

“IHIHI’M UHUP, I’M UHUHUP!!” Wallace cried out through his laughter, trying to hold onto his anger towards Scott but it was like it was seeping out with his laughter. His body felt like it was starting up now, able to wriggle and half heartedly fight against Scott pinning him down.

“Are you sureeeee? You still seem pretty tired to me, sure you don’t need me to tickle all that sleep out of you?” Scott prompted him in a playful tone, to which Wallace shook his head rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks glowing with a blush. Scott’s fingers began scurrying about beneath the fabric of his shirt, goosing and plucking his sides suddenly before switching back to skittering about all over his tummy, leaving Wallace all twitchy and squealing.

“Scohohot, I swehaHAHAR TO GOHOHOD-!!” Wallace laughed loudly, any sense of composure he might’ve had being thoroughly tickled out of him but Scott didn’t stop there, he was having way too much fun seeing Wallace smiling and squirming like this.

“Oh, you swear what? Whatcha gonna do, hm? Lay there and laugh? Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate,” Scott giggled to himself, jabbing his fingers deep between Wallace’s ribs, before sliding his fingers up and down the sides of them, wriggling against the little bumps of bone. Wallace seemed to be an absolute walking tickle spot, it was surprising Scott hadn’t figured out this little secret of his before now, but he had a lot of time to make up for now. Wallace, on the other hand, couldn’t even think clearly anymore, blushing up at a storm as he gave up trying to wriggle out of Scott’s hold, just letting himself be pinned down. Scott noticed that.

“Not trying to get away anymore, are we? What, decided we’re enjoying ourself now?” There was something about the way he was speaking that made Wallace feel a little more…connected to him. Sure, teasing was mean and evil and Scott should die for this but it was a little nice to let himself be subjected to Scott’s playful remarks rather than the other way around for once. Wallace snorted, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hand. Scott huffed heartedly in response and focused on plucking at his ribs once more.

“Yeah, you totally do,” Scott said casually, casually enough that Wallace was able to ignore it, “whatcha thinking, does it tickle more of the left side of your ribs-,” Scott gave a quick scribbling across Wallace’s left ribs, “or your right?” followed by him worming his fingers between his ribs. Wallace cackled and then shrieked respectively, bouncing about from side to side whilst his heels dug into their mattress, trying to find any sort of relief from all of the attention.

“T-THE RIHIHIGHT!!” He answered honestly, letting Scott take the wheel with this one and just going along with whatever he was saying to try and distract him selves. Scott made a clicking sound with his tongue at that confirmation.

“Oh, really?” With one of his hands, Scott began squeezing up and down Wallace’s right side, and his other began scribbling all against the same side of ribs, really trying to force out whatever laughter he had left in him out.

“OHOHOKAY, STOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHW!!” Scott’s killer move had, in fact, been killer, Wallace thrashed all about beneath Scott, filled with the compulsive need to move and inch away from Scott’s tormenting hands as much as possible. Luckily, Scott did that for him, slipping his hands out from Wallace’s shirt and even smoothing out the hem of it for him. Wallace laid on the bed like a damsel in distress, his right arm draped over his forehead as he caught his breath, feeling the red in his cheeks slowly begin to fade. Scott scooted off his hips, sitting down on his knees next to Wallace with a little smirk. Once Wallace meet his gaze, he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, a little uncertain, clearly hoping he would just be able to slip all of that under the rug.

“You totally enjoyed that, dude,” Scott grinned, to which Wallace groaned and turned away, standing up from his bed.

“Shut up, man,” Wallace mumbled, stretching, Scott slid over to him on the bed to be closer to Wallace, speaking in an unusual, high pitched voice.

“Oh, Scott, I hate being tickled so much that I’m going to sit here and make absolutely no attempts to stop you from tickling me to bits,” Scott clasped his hands together over his chest in a mocking sense, managing to earn an eye roll and a blush from Wallace.

“You were pinning me down, genius.” Wallace called out, already making his way to the door to try and go do something productive, and hopefully bury all those embarrassing, flustering feelings in his chest that were threatening to bubble up.

“Oh, and thanks for actually getting me up. That was effective.”

Scott smiled at the praise, calling out to Wallace as he left the room.

“No problem, man!”

[allnightstay]

Day 26 - Ticklish Kiss

Summary: Drunk Your decides to get playful with Loid 🤭

Lee: Loid

Ler: Yor

A/N: I'm tryna catch up here! Lol, it's already November and I've fallen behind 🤭

** I just started Season 2, so believe me when I say this is probably something that wouldn't even happen because Yor just gets too flustered with this kind of stuff xD But it would be cute <3

Also, Loid being one of the "serious all the time" characters makes me melt when I think of him in a ticklish situation 🫠 Enjoy!

It was a rare evening in the Forger household. With the mission behind them and Anya tucked in bed, Yor and Loid finally had some time to unwind. The two had shared a bottle of wine, and as the evening wore on, Yor’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue.

“Loid, you’re so serious all the time,” she giggled, leaning closer to him on the couch. “Don’t you ever just… let loose?”

Loid chuckled nervously. “I appreciate the sentiment, Yor, but we have to be responsible.”

“Oh come on! Just a little fun?” Yor insisted, her laughter infectious.

Caught up in her playful spirit, Loid found himself smiling more than usual. That’s when Yor’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “What if I found out one of your secrets?”

“What secret?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, “You wanna find out?”

Loid’s brow furrowed. “What are you—”

Before he could finish, Yor’s fingers danced across his neck, a gentle tease. Loid flinched, letting out a surprised laugh. “Yohor!”

“Awww no way!” Yor exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. She couldn’t help but tickle him again, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. “This is too good!”

Trying to regain his composure, Loid shook his head, a mix of confusion and amusement. “Ahaha, hehehey!” Yor stops, leaning in.

“Just relax! I promise I won’t hurt you.” Yor leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But what if I gave you ticklish kisses instead?”

Loid raised an eyebrow, trying to process her words. “Ticklish kisses? Umm well I-I..” he stutters

With a mischievous grin, Yor pressed her lips against his neck, her kisses soft yet playful. Loid’s reaction was instant; he erupted into laughter, the sensation overwhelming him. “Gah! Nahaha, Yor, wahahait! That tihihickles!!”

Yor couldn’t help but giggle along with him, encouraged by his laughter. “See? It’s fun!”

“Nahahaha okay, okahahahay, I get it!” Loid managed between breaths, still chuckling as she continued her affectionate assault on his neck.

But as Yor grew more enthusiastic, her kisses turned more intense, causing Loid to burst into another fit of laughter. “Ahaha ohohoh my gohohosh! I can’t—ah! It's tohoo much!”

“Just one more!” she teased, her lips brushing against his skin, eliciting more laughter from him. He tried to push her away playfully, but she was relentless, her ticklish kisses becoming a delightful torture.

Finally, breathless from laughter, Loid leaned back against the couch, his cheeks flushed from both the wine and the joy of the moment. “Alright, you win! No more ticklish kisses!”

Yor, still giggling, sat back, a satisfied grin on her face. “I think I prefer you like this, Loid. Less serious, more… fun!”

Loid smiled back, still recovering from the unexpected ticklish adventure. “Maybe a little fun isn’t so bad after all.”

As the two shared a comfortable silence, filled with laughter and warmth, they knew that this was a night they wouldn’t soon forget—a night of ticklish kisses and a bond that grew even stronger.

[veryblushyswitch]

In desperate need of a Scott Pilgrim fic where Mathew Patel’s demon chicks attack him with tickles because he needs to smile ✨

[xolliwritez]

Me when lee!Baji:

Hi its me! If it’s alright, I’d love to order (apologies if the formatting is weird- I wrote this in the notes app to make sure I did it right):

A box decorated with glitter- white + milk chocolate(platonic! Chifuyu and Baji) all square shapes with half chili and half lemon crème? :3

I bring this cute ducky gif as a offering :3

TOKREVVVVV!!!!!!

YES YOU CAN I AM VERY THE E X C I T E D

CANT WAIT TO BULLY ONE OF MY FAVS

Thank you for the payment, I accept!

CW: Tickles below the cut!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Rainy days in the base are absolute torture for poor Baji. Not only can he not go outside because of illness risks, he has to stay pent up inside with his friends. And mother of god, how are they THIS boring? They’re gang members for crying out loud! I mean who knew that Draken liked horror stories?

As Baji surveyed the room, he couldn’t help but become even more bored. He did, however, find Takemichi and Mikey’s antics to be quite enthralling. The two blondes had made cardboard box forts, pretending to be rival kingdoms. As for Draken, the co-captain found himself seated patiently in Takemichi’s cardboard castle, engrossed in a book.

He curved around to spy Chifuyu and Mitsuya, who were absolutely glued to the table. In a fit of boredom, Chifuyu had asked Mitsuya to teach him how to sew, resulting in the entire afternoon being busy. His greatest creation? A small stuffed teddy bear.

Baji approached the table, sitting across from his buddy, “My my, what have we here?”

Without averting his gaze, Chifuyu replied with “Sheer focus and my own handiwork. Don’t make me prick myself with this needle.”

With a snort and a swipe of the teddy bear, Baji uttered “Oh? What’s this?”

“Hey! Give that back!” The blonde boy growled, placing down his current project.

“Oooh, so scary. What ever shall I do?” He teased, tossing it in the air and catching it repeatedly.

Except on the third catch, a stitch untied, and the entire bear began to deteriorate.

“Baji gasped. “Oh shit, Chi’ M’sorry.”

Chifuyu stood from the table and groaned. “Seriously? That was mine! And I was really proud of it!”

“I said I’m sorry!”

“Get over here!”

With a yelp, Baji pivoted on the ball of his socked foot and ran into the main room once again. Looking around frantically, the long haired boy completely stopped in his tracks.

“Baaaajiiii!” The angry boy yelled, bounding after him.

“Oooh someone pissed off Chifuyu.” Mikey cooed, adjusting his fast food crown.

“Mikey! Is there room for any peasants in your castle?” Baji yelped desperately.

“Hmmm.” The blonde boy thought, tapping his chin. “Not for runaway criminals. Sorry, Baji.“

Bronze eyes widened as socked feet lost their grip on the floor... Chifuyu had caught up and tackled Baji straight to the carpeting.

Four pairs of eyes met the duo, who was currently wrestling on the fluffy carpet. Now, Chifuyu was not expecting to win, given Baji’s fantastic strength. But what he wasn’t expecting was a clear-cut victory opportunity to appear right before his eyes.

The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed, staring down at the panicked boy beneath him. “Dude.”

Baji gulped.

“Did you just try to tickle me?”

“Maybe!” The long haired boy cried in defense, “Always works on Mikey!”

A gasp and a little yelp of “rude” emitted from one another of the castles.

“Always works eh?” Chifuyu thought out loud, reaching for the broken bear.

In natural response, his arm shot up in the air to keep it away from his friend.

The blonde took this opportunity to grab Baji’s wrist, holding it firmly above his head.

“Don’t you fucking da-ahahahare!” the long haired boy giggled as wiggling fingers came in contact with his underarm.

The group around them stared in awe. Baji giggles? He’s ticklish? Since when?

“Well, well well.” Chifuyu quipped, “If it isn’t the consequences of your actions.”

“Leheheheave mehehehe alohohohone!” The trapped boy whined, writhing a bit to try and escape.

“Oh I am never leaving you alone after this!” The blonde chimed, “breaking news: Big, Bad Baji. ToMan’s most intimidating member, taken down by some tickles.”

As he moved his free hand down to prod at Baji’s ribs, the boy snoreted. “This just in! He snorts! You heard it here, folks.”

“Chihihifuhuhuyu! Ihihihill kihihill yohohohou!” The brunette whined as his face flushed from the teasing.

“I don’t think you have the abilities to do that, bossman.”

Baji’s laughter rose in volume as Chifuyu started to dig into his stomach. “Because last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pinned to the ground and getting tickled.”

“CHIHIHIFUHUHUYUHUHU! STAHAHAHAP!”

“No! You broke my bear! I spent ages on that!”

“Chifuyu I can make you anoth-“ Mitsuya interjected, but ultimately ceasing. Who would pass up a golden opportunity like this, to see Baji lose his mind over something so childish?

The blonde boy’s fingers poked around every single toned muscle of Baji’s torso, eliciting the most desperate laughter he had ever heard.

“IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!”

The long haired boy squealed in agony as Chifuyu let go of his arm and suddenly began to squeeze both of his thighs.

“GAH! NONONONOHOHOHOHO! CHIHIHIHIFUHUHUHUYU! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“And? I don’t think I’ve heard you complaining yet.” The evil blonde chimed.

“IHIHIHITS TOOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Oh now we’re complaining?” With a few clicks of the tongue, and shakes of the head, Chifuyu continued to absolutely tease his best friend, “Y’know, Draken always told us that complaining gets us nowhere, except in a pre-school classroom.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Baji whined, shoving at the blonde sitting on his torso.

“This is pretty entertaining.” Draken whispered to Takemichi, both of them slightly peeking over the castle walls.

“I’m just glad I’m not Baji. Chifuyu’s mean. I would just die on the spot instantly.” the latter whispered, feeling touches ghost over his torso.

Finally, having gathered up enough strength, Baji shoved his assailant off of him. He immediately dove onto the blonde’s chest and tried to tickle him in the same spot as before.

“Not ticklish there!”

“There, huh?”

And that, everyone, is the story of how Chifuyu totally dug his own grave. It’s also the story of the great ToMan tickle fight, because in the end, everyone was somehow on the receiving end.

With some god-forsaken bit of luck, Baji pinched at the blonde’s sides, his most ticklish spot.

“BAHAHAHAJIHIHI! LEHEHEAVEHEHE MEHEHE ALOHOHOHONE!”

“No! You’re mean! All of the guys know I’m ticklish now, and I’m gonna make you pay!”

“Don’t worry, Chifuyu!” Takemichi chimed victoriously from his castle, “The king will save you!”

“Not if I can help it!” Draken chimed, roaring and pulling Takemichi to the floor, delivering the same treatment that Baji was giving Chifuyu.

“And then there were two…” Mitsuya quipped, slowly approaching his captain.

“Y’know what…” Mikey stated suddenly, laying across the floor with his arms up, “It’s been a few years. Go nuts.”

As Mikey’s giggles mixed into the group’s, the entire gang was very pleased for the rain outside.

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