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widowsistersandfriends · 2 years ago

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Grocery Store Shenanigans

Summary: You go with Natasha and Yelena to the grocery store after a little convincing. What you thought would be a boring day turned into a day full of laughter and surprises. Natasha x Yelena x teenReader!

Note: This was just an idea that came into my head last night, so I decided to write it out!

Warnings: There is a small part where foods are referenced to in a dirty way

Word Count: 2200

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As the newest member of the Avenger family, you were like the little sister that everyone always wanted. You had grown especially close with Natasha and Yelena. They were the perfect big sisters. Always there to protect, and always there to tickle you. It was the perfect combo.

You were sitting on the couch reading, when Yelena came up and approached you.

“Come on Y/N, Natasha and I are going grocery shopping and you’re coming with us!” Yelena said, smirking at your reaction.

You groaned while facepalming and closing your book.

“Why do I have to go shopping with you guys? It’s not even fun shopping. Why can’t I stay home?” You asked, glaring slightly.

“Because we want to spend time with you, and it’s a great way to annoy you,” Natasha said, entering the room and throwing your coat on you.

You yanked it off in annoyance, messing your hair up, much to their amusement.

“Stop laughing at me,” you pouted.

“Then get up and fix your hair and put on your coat,” Yelena said, still giggling at your state.

“Make me,” you said, throwing your coat on the ground and standing up to face the blonde.

“Make you?” Make you go grocery shopping with us? Sure, Y/N!” Yelena said, tackling you back on the couch and calling Natasha over to tickle you to pieces.

Yelena held your arms over your head while Natasha came over to sit on your waist.

“No no no, please! Don’t do it!” You cried, already squirming and giggling in anticipation.

Oh it’s too late for that now,” Natasha said, smirking down at you. With that, she spidered her fingers all over your sides and stomach, causing you to burst into giggles.

“Nohohohohoho stahahahahap ihihihi dihihihidn’t dohohohohoho ahahahanythihihing,” you giggled out.

“Except be a brat and practically beg for us to tickle you to pieces,” Yelena said, reaching down with one hand to tickle your underarms.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,” you laughed, unable to squirm or get away.

Natasha was now placing quick pokes over the front of your ribs, a spot she knew you couldn’t stand. Much to her expectation, the words that came out of your mouth were no surprise to her.

“OHOHOKAHAY STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,” you squealed, shutting your eyes tight and waiting for the torture to be over.

“Are you gonna come grocery shopping with us?” Yelena asked, tickling lightly under your chin.

“YEHEHEHES STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, as the two older girls ceased their tickling, allowing you to curl up and catch your breath.

“Wow all that over going grocery shopping?” Yelena asked, grinning down at your flushed cheeks.

You merely rolled your eyes, now too exhausted to even get up, never mind go out and walk around.

“Get up Y/N, or do we have to go for round two?” Natasha threatened, coming over and wiggling her fingers above you.

“AAAAAAHHH NO,” you screamed out, quickly sitting upright while the two girls laughed at your reaction.

“I didn’t even touch you,” Natasha said while giggling.

“Whatever,” you said, putting your coat on and finally getting into the car.

“Kids in the back,” Natasha ordered, looking at both you and Yelena.

“Hey I’m not a child!” Yelena exclaimed, quickly trying to pull at the front door handle, a split second too late after Natasha locked it with her keys.

Natasha smirked triumphantly, holding the keys just out of Yelena’s reach.

The blonde began to reach out and grab for the keys to unlock the door, as Natasha laughed and continued holding it out of her reach.

You watched from the side, knowing better than to get involved. Being a teen, you were technically still a child so you weren’t about to start a fight you couldn’t win.

Faster than light, Natasha reached out to quickly squeeze Yelena’s side, causing the blonde to yelp and pull her arm down.

“You jerk! I’m not letting go of this car handle until you unlock it!” Yelena said, turning her chin up to her sister.

“Oh really?” Natasha questioned, shoving both her hands into Yelena’s armpits, causing the blonde to shriek and pull away.

“OK OK IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE,” the blonde yelled, crumpling to the ground.

“Now get up and sit in the back like a good child,” Natasha said, smiling as the blonde griped to herself.

You were already sitting in the back, behind the passenger seat. The blonde entered through the other side, glaring at you as you giggled.

“Wow you gave in faster than I did,” you smirked at her.

“Shut up,” the blonde responded, while pouting and crossing her arms.

Natasha now got in and drove you guys to the grocery store. For the most part, you guys chatted about whatever came up. Eventually, it was silent and you started feeling mischievous.

The blonde was looking out the window, so she wasn’t paying attention. You reached over and began to jellyfish her knees. The blonde jerked her leg away, while pushing at your hands.

“Y/N stop it right now!” Yelena said, trying to contain her giggles.

“GAH!” You cried out, as the blonde retaliated by jabbing you in the ribs.

The blonde then went for the kill, sneaking her hand up your shirt to tickle your bare back.

You jerked and squirmed wildly, knowing that she had you beat.

“YELEHEHEHENAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP,” you whined, not expecting this to be the way it went.

“Never,” the blonde replied, amused at your crazy laughter and violent squirming.

“Can you two go five minutes without causing chaos?” Natasha asked, as you guys finally arrived at the store.

“I’m free!” You cried, quickly undoing your seatbelt and running away from Yelena.

“That will teach you,” the blonde said, as you huffed.

The three of you walked around various aisles, looking for many items, as the fridge was pretty much empty at this point.

“Let’s go to the mac and cheese aisle,” Yelena suggested.

“There’s no such thing as a mac and cheese aisle,” you argued.

“Why not? It’s the best food on the planet? How could they not dedicate an entire aisle, or even store to it?” Natasha said, sarcastically.

“See?!?! Natasha agrees—,” the blonde stopped quickly, realizing that Natasha was just messing with her.

“YOU!” Yelena shouted, charging at the redhead.

Natasha defended herself easily, knowing all of Yelena’s go-to fight moves.

“No creating a ruckus at the grocery store, little one,” Natasha reminded the blonde.

You guys continued walking around, as Yelena quickly pulled you aside while in the produce section.

“Let’s get revenge on Natasha. She’s been winning all day and we can’t have that,” Yelena explained.

“But won’t we get in trouble?” You questioned, wondering if maybe Yelena liked being tickled as much as you did.

“It’s fine, it’s two against one. We can beat her,” the blonde assured you.

“Well, okay. But if this thing goes south it’s on you,” you warned the blonde, as she messed up your hair before whispering the plan to you.

…….

“Natasha we need eggplant, lots and lots of eggplant,” Yelena shouted, dumping ten eggplants into the cart.

“Yelena, since when do you eat eggplant?” Natasha said with a quizzical look.

“I love the shape,” Yelena merely said, before running off to find other stuff to put in the cart.

You came over a few moments later, dropping some watermelons in the cart.

“Mama needs some good melons,” you said, plopping them down.

You avoided eye contact with the redhead, knowing that you would start laughing at any minute.

The redhead shook her head, knowing what you two were up to.

The blonde came back with pickles now, as the redhead snatched the jar from her.

“And since when did you eat pickles?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl.

“I like the juice that comes from it,” Yelena said, as if it was obvious.

The blonde tried to take off after that, knowing that Natasha knew what you two were up to. Before she could, the redhead grabbed the back of her sister’s neck, causing the blonde to snort and giggle, while desperately trying to get away.

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere. Not until your little partner comes back,” Natasha said, as Yelena continued to suffer.

You came back with a handful of peaches, seeing the torture that Yelena was going through.

“Y/N sahahahahave mehehehehehe,” Yelena giggled, scrunching her shoulders up while giggling hysterically.

“Y/N, return the peaches back to where they came from. We both know you two don’t eat peaches,” Natasha warned, giving you ‘the look.’

You knew you were already in trouble with Natasha, so putting the peaches back wouldn’t do anything. You decided to have a little more fun before you would be absolutely wrecked.

You put the peaches in the cart, looking straight into Natasha’s eyes.

“These peaches look really juicy, if you know what I mean,” you said, shooting a wink at the redhead.

“That’s it,” Natasha said, grabbing both of you and pinning you two to the ground.

“NO NATASHA NOT IN PUBLIC,” you yelled, not realizing that you were already making a scene.

“Eh, you’ll be fine,” Natasha replied, using one hand for each of your bellies. She shook her hands into your stomachs, causing you two to belly laugh.

“NATAHAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, as Yelena was busy trying to kick her sister away.

Natasha just used her hand to squeeze Yelena’s knee, causing the blonde to cackle with laughter.

Natasha felt bad, as she had already wrecked you earlier, and knew that Yelena was definitely the ringleader of these shenanigans. So she let you up, much to your relief.

“Now Y/N, you come here and help me tickle Yelena to pieces, okay? Unless you want to be tickled again,” Natasha warned, after you had a moment of hesitation.

“Okay fine I’ll help,” you quickly agreed.

“Y/N, don’t you dare!” Yelena cried, as Natasha began to tickle her ribs and you went down to get her feet. At this point, you guys didn’t care who was staring. This was more important than a few weird looks.

“NOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHA LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEE GOHOHOHO,” Yelena cried out, as Natasha just shook her head.

“I know you roped Y/N into going along with your jokes,” Natasha said, as the blonde just scrunched her nose up and continued laughing.

You continued tickling her feet, making sure to get her toes, which earned you a loud scream of laughter.

Natasha lightly tickled her sides, asking if she had given up yet.

“Yehehehehes plehehehehease nohohohoho mohohohore,” Yelena breathlessly giggled.

“What do you think, Y/N? Should we let her go?” The redhead asked you.

“Y/N ahahaha ihihif you dohohont stahahahap I’ll gehehet you a thousahahahand tihihimes worse!” the blonde barely managed to get out.

“Okay fine, I’ll be nice,” you said, letting the blonde up.

After the blonde caught her breath, you three finally resumed shopping, now getting all the things you needed and nothing extra. Well, maybe a pack of Oreos or two that you and Yelena had snuck in.

The three of you got back into the car, as you were exhausted and now wanted to go straight home.

“Alright, Y/N, we have one more stop to make,” Natasha said, looking in the rearview mirror.

“What? I thought you said we were just going grocery shopping,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I think you’ll like this,” Natasha said smiling.

You rode in the car with high suspicions, until you guys finally arrived.

“Here we are, Y/N!” Natasha announced.

“The shoe store? For what?” You asked.

“To get the pair of shoes you wanted!” Yelena said, as a big smile spread across your face.

“Really?!?” You exclaimed, quickly getting out of the car.

You three went inside and found the pair of shoes you had been wanting.

“Wow, these are amazing! Thank you guys so much!” You said excitedly.

“Anything for you, little one,” the two sisters said.

You tried on some different pairs, trying to find the right size and color you wanted. Meanwhile, Yelena was up to no good again.

“Natasha, you seem tired, let me massage you,” the blonde said,kneading Natasha’s shoulders. The redhead immediately scrunched up, trying to get away. Yelena knew she hated this, so it was the perfect revenge.

“YELENA! Sthahahahp ihihihit,” Natasha cried out, squirming out of her sister’s grasp.

“Take your time, Y/N! I still have a lot to do,” Yelena called out. You smiled to yourself and continued looking for the right pair.

Yelena was now full on wrecking her sister, and her laughter could be heard throughout the store. The second hand embarrassment got to you, so you quickly found the right pair and got it.

You quickly got them to leave the store, as watching someone being tickled was way more embarrassing for you. You thanked them again for the shoes and you three went home to rest. What you thought was going to be a boring day turned out to be a day full of laughs and a nice little surprise at the end. You couldn’t have asked for better big sisters.

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aokozaki · 10 months ago

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Statler and Wardolf but when they both "Dohohohohoho!" the Umineko Witch Cackle gets played over it.

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the-iron-orchid · 2 years ago

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NGL, I really like the 'yeah you work at my lavish kinky sex parties, but our working relationship is totally normal, respectful and possibly even friendly' dynamic with Evander and those who provide services to said gatherings

Like sure, Yeshe and Coral and The Brewer and The Bouncer have certainly all seen some Very Interesting Things at these parties... but what happens in Evander's gardens, stays in Evander's gardens

...At the same time, I like to think of these characters absolutely talking smack about the canon characters from the sidelines like Statler and Waldorf 😂

Yeshe: "My goodness, I didn't know the good doctor had it in him."

Coral: "Well he sure does have it in him now!"

Both: "Dohohohohoho!"

#evander murena #yeshe the temple painter #coral the cheesemonger #implied Julian

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tokufan400 · 7 months ago

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Statler: Why hasn't the Joker just killed us yet? Waldorf: He says he want's to torutur us. Statler: With thiese jokes, I think he's doing a good job! Both: Dohohohohoho!

Oh God now I'm imagining Statler and Waldorf vs Joker. That poor man wouldn't last five minutes XD

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rosiesramblings · 2 years ago

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Tired

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 800ish

A/N: Here's a quick little drabble. Sorry it's shorter than usual, I just really wanted to write Steve at the absolute end of his rope as a ler but I am (like Steve) so fucking tired lol. I hope you enjoy!

It was the popcorn he felt being launched at his head that was really the final straw for Steve. He shook out the stray kernels from his hair before looking up at the ceiling and drawing the very last dregs of energy from his already-depleted reserves. It was now obvious that he wasn’t going to get any sleep until he took care of a certain hyperactive metalhead.

Springing up from his spot on the couch, Steve launched himself at Eddie and tackled him to the pillow-covered floor, to the alarm of the rest of the Party, who had been engrossed in the second Star Wars film playing on Steve’s TV.

“Stevie what the heHEHEHEHEHEHELL?” Eddie tried to ask, but his question became more of a scream-laugh as Steve started ruthlessly squeezing at his hips.

“I have had it with your bullshit tonight, Edward Munson,” Steve said in a carefully measured tone, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as Eddie’s eyes widened at the use of his full name. He spidered one hand up Eddie’s side while the other hand clawed at his tummy.

“Whahahahahat did I dohohohohoho?” Eddie wailed as he squirmed, obviously not expecting this particular turn of events.

“You fucking know exactly what you did, asshole. I’ve been dealing with your shenanigans all night. Obviously you wanted my attention,” Steve continued, tone still dangerously calm, his fingers methodical as he worked to take Eddie apart.

“Ihihihihi juhuhuhuhust-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I wanted a nice quiet place to watch a movie with my friends and eventually fall asleep after, quite frankly, a hell of a week, but you decided that wasn’t in the cards for me,” Steve said, worming his hands into Eddie’s clamped down arms with devastating accuracy. “I asked you, so nicely, to knock it off, but clearly, you have way too much energy. So, I’m gonna tickle you until you’re as tired as I am. And Eddie,” Steve leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, but they flew open when Steve dug his unforgiving hands into his rib cage.

“Jehehehesus H CHRIHIHIHIST,” he cackled as Steve ruthlessly vibrated his hands in the spaces between the bones. This was a side of King Steve that Eddie had yet to encounter. In the back of his mind, Eddie wondered if he had that same glint in his eye when he was facing down the demobats. “Ihihihihi’m sohohOHOHRRY,” he called out desperately.

“That’s nice,” Steve said carelessly. “But I don’t care.” One hand went back down to scribble lightly at his belly again, while the other kept squeezing his ribs. Eddie tossed his head from side to side, his brain trying to make sense of the conflicting sensations.

“Stehehehevie plehehehehehease,” Eddie begged shamelessly, tears leaking from his eyes.

“Since I’m feeling merciful this evening,” Steve started, slowing his hands a little so Eddie could comprehend his words. “I’ll give you a choice. Hips for two minutes, or everywhere else for ten?”

Eddie felt his face heat up. “Ihihihi cahahan’t - you’re fuckin mahahaking mehehe choose?” He whined, scrunching up his shoulders when Steve started tracing his neck with his blunt nails.

“If you don’t pick, I’ll just get both,” Steve threatened. “You have ten seconds.”

Eddie thought wildly, and came to the rapid conclusion that he wanted this ordeal over as fast as possible. “Shihihit! Fine! Hips, gohohohod, just get it over wihihihihihith.”

Steve wasted no time doing exactly that, grabbing on to Eddie’s hips and scratching at the bones in the most ticklish way. The sound that left Eddie’s mouth was barely human. He screeched before falling into desperate, raucous laughter, bucking his hips fruitlessly as Steve attacked his worst spot.

“Are you going to keep bothering me?” Steve asked after a moment, raising his voice over Eddie’s cackles.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” Eddie managed. “PLEHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

With one final, devastating squeeze, Steve let go and got to his feet. Eddie, still laughing hysterically, curled up into a defensive ball. Steve cast a glance around the room, the members of the party wearing expressions of sympathy (Dustin), trepidation (Mike and Lucas), amusement (Robin), and begrudging respect (Max). Steve took a breath.

“Now. I am going to go lay on that couch,” he gestured to the empty space between Max and Robin, “I’m going to close my eyes, and I’m going to fucking sleep. If any of you shitheads even breathe in my direction, I swear to god I will tickle you until you forget your own names. Am I clear?”

The Party nodded their heads, with the exception of Eddie, who gave a shaky thumbs up, still giggling.

Steve threw himself on the couch, and Robin brought a soothing hand to his hair, combing her fingers through it almost automatically.

It was the best night of sleep Steve had gotten in quite a while.

#tickle fic #just wanted to get something out there #stranger things #steddie #tickling #tfb community #stranger things fic #tbh this isn't my fav #but also I'm exhausted and in need of external validation lol

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fluffywings13 · 3 years ago

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Of Predators And Prey

This is for @wolfiegirl625-2 I hope you like it my friend!

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Keigo lands on the roof top lightly, a bounce in his step as he walks towards the edge of the building, hopping down onto the fire escape platform. “Could it be that the pesky little vigilante we’ve been chasing for the last thirteen months was fouled up by something as innocent as a misstep on a fire escape platform?”

The teen, they suspected it was a teen by his height and mannerisms, they knew by now that the pesky vigilante was a male, is dangling upside down, ankle caught in the bars of the fire escape platform, well and truly stuck and, oddly enough, barefoot.

“Where’re your boots, mouse?” He plops down by that foot, crossing his legs in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees, and chin on his hands. “You shouldn’t be running around barefoot, that’s a dangerous game to play.”

“I lost’em.” The captured vigilante gripes softly, pushing at the underside of the grate platform with his free foot, huffing when his predicament doesn’t change in the slightest. “Be my hero and help me out?”

“I dunno, squirt, you’ve been a right pain in my ass for the last year and some change. Maybe this is the universe finally letting me get my revenge.” Keigo grins slightly as he reaches over his left shoulder, pulling his wing around slightly, and plucks a small feather free. “Who am I to pass up the universe presenting me with my cold hard revenge.” He strokes the tip of the feather over the length of the boy’s sole and grins wider when the teenager shrieks. “Did you just shriek? Am I wrong or does this pesky little vigilante have a ticklish lil footsie here for the taking?”

“No! I don’t! Help me fucking down!” The cat themed vigilante kicks at the underside of the platform with his free foot. “This ain’t funny birdbrain!”

“I’m not the one who’s laughing.” Hawks teases as he threads his feather between the pests second and third toes. “That’s you.” He saws his feather back and forth and the teen squeals with laughter, toes wiggling wildly, other foot kicking at the platform desperately. “Someone’s got some ticklish toesies.”

“I dohohoho nohohohot! Eeeee ahahahahhahahahha stohohohhohoop!” (I do not! Stop!) The vigilante’s captured foot jerks slightly but doesn’t budge any more then that. “Hahahahahahawks! Stohohohohoop! Whyhyhyhyhyhyhy!” (Hawks! Stop! Why!)

“Why?” The hero scratches at the pad of the teen’s big toe with the quill tip of the feather. “Because this predator likes to play with his prey before he eats it.” He reaches over his shoulder for a feather from his right wing, and scratches at the arch of the foot before him with the quills of both feathers, smiling when the pesky vigilante squeals with laughter. “Who knew our troublesome little baby bird has such ticklish footsies and toesies. If I’d known this all that time ago, I bet I’d have been able to get you to turn yourself in, easy peesy.”

“Stohohohop! Nohohot thehehehere! Nohohot thehehe tohohoes!” (Stop! Not there! Not the toes!) the teen squeals when the two feathers thread between his last four toes. “Noohohohoho! Plehehehease!”

“Please what?” The teen wants to growl at the amusement on the hero’s voice. “Please tickle my little toesies?” Keigo moves his feathers back and forth between the teens toes and grins when he squeals and cackles. “With pleasure.”

“Nohohoho! Thahahats nohohohot whahahahahat I meheheheeaahahahant!” (No! That’s not what I mean!) those toes wiggle wildly. “Gehehehet thehehehem ohohohout! Plehehehehease geheheheet thehehehem ohohohout!” (Get them out! Please get them out!)

“I’ll tell you what.” Hawks intones lightly, mercifully pulling his feathers out from between the ticklish vigilante’s toes, and flicks them over the teen’s sole instead. “We’ll do our interrogation here, you answer my questions, and I’ll stay away from your ticklish little toesies, but you get stubborn or refuse to answer, those ticklish toesies get the feathers, capiche?”

It takes them youth a minute or two to get his breathing under control before he growls. “I don’t fucking—eeieieaiaahahahahahhahaahhahaa nohohoho plehehehehease! Ohohohohohokahahhay! Ohohokay! I’ll dohohohohoho ihihihit! Nohohot thehehehe tohohoes!” (No please! Okay! Okay! I’ll do it! Not the toes!)

“That’s cute, you thought I was honestly asking.” The hero curls his index finger around the youths big toe and pulls it back, brushing his feathers over the pads of all five toes and the teen squeals brightly, bubbly boisterous laughter filling the alleyway. “No, I meant, I’m going to interrogate you, you be anything less then forthcoming, and these little toesies are going to face the feathers.”

Their pesky vigilante giggles when he pulls his feather back and he sees him nod through the openings in the platform grate. “Ohohokay! Ohohokay! Juhuhust nohohot thehehe tohohoes! (Okay! Okay! Just not the toes!)

“Good choice. You answer my questions and these toesie woesies are safe.” Hawks fishes in his pocket for a voice recorder, presses the record button, and sets it down next to him. “First question; what’s your name?”

“Why do—eeieieahahahahahahahahahhaa nohohoho Ihihihi’ll sahahahahay ihihihi wihihihill! Nohohot theheheehe feheheheather! Nohohohot theheheehe tohohohoes!” (No I’ll say I will! Not the feather! Not the toes!)

The hero grins. “Then you better give me your name.”

The teen giggles wildly for a few minutes before getting his breathing under control. “Midoriya Izuku.”

Don’t ever let it be said that Keigo never decides to be an asshole sometimes (those toesies were just too good to pass up) as he grins. “Next question; what’s my favorite color?”

“I don’t fucking know—eieieeahahahhahaahhahaha ahahahahhahaahahhahaa nohohoho thihihihis ihihihisnt fahahahair! Hohohow ahahahaham ihihihi suhuhuhuposed tohoho knohohohohow thahahahat! Gehehehet thehehehem ohohohout! Nohohohot thehehehere! Nohohohot thehehehe tohohohoes!” (No this isn’t fair! How am I supposed to know that! Get them out! Not there! Not the toes!)

Hawks stretches his legs out, no ceasing his torturing of those little toesies in the slightest, in fact he threads another feather between the last two untouched toes and smiles when the pesky youth—Midoriya Izuku—squeals with laughter as his toes wiggle again. “Better start guessing then.”

#lee!deku #lee!midoriya #ler!hawks #ler!takamikeigo #tickle fic #tickle monster hawks #ticklish!deku #ticklish!midoriya #vigilante izuku

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trashyswitch · 5 years ago

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Chase’s Wake Up Call

Chase is feeling off. He’s too bored to think of anything to do, too sad to do anything, and too tired to attempt anything. All he wants to do, is sleep all day.

But Jackie, is not going to allow a gloomy Chase to walk around (more like sleep around) the house all day! Chase needs a wake up call! And Jackie knows just what to do!

Chase walked into the living room, slumped over with a blanket on his back. He walked up to the nearest couch, and collapsed onto it. Chase was in a weird funk. He was bored, tired and sad at the same time. He couldn’t think of anything to do, which made him sad. He considered going for a walk, but he was tired. He considered drinking some whiskey to get the sadness away, but the relief wouldn’t last. He needed a serious pick me up.

He was laying on his stomach with his face smooched into the cushions, and a blanket on his back. So, he didn’t realize that Jackie had flown above him, and noticed his funk. He flew himself down to Chase’s field of view.

“You don’t look good buddy.” Jackie commented.

“I’m not.” Chase mumbled in the cushions. Jackie went into a sitting position and floated down beside him.

“What’s making you blue?” Jackie asked.

“I don’t know.” Chase mumbled. Jackie lifted an eyebrow.

“Well, something’s gotta be bringing you down.” Jackie stated.

Chase mentally rolled his eyes and shifted his head.

“Why don’t you go for a walk? You tend to go for walks whenever you feel gloomy.” Jackie suggested.

“I’m tired.” Chase replied.

Jackie lifted both eyebrows in surprise. This is one serious funk... “Do you want me to get you some ice cream? We have some in the freezer.” Jackie suggested. Chase thought about it, but shrugged his shoulders. At this point, he didn’t care.

“Oh! What about some coffee?” Jackie suggested.

Chase lifted an eyebrow. A coffee? At 2 o’clock in the afternoon? Why bother? All Chase felt like doing right now, was sleeping the day away.

“I just wanna sleep.” Chase mumbled. Jackie’s face fell, but he shrugged it off.

“Okay. Whatever you say. Have a good sleep.” Jackie replied, before flying away.

A few hours later:

Jackie came to check up on his tired friend. He looked at the couch, to see a sleeping Chase, but with the blanket knocked off him. He must’ve been kicking or moving in his sleep, to lose his blanket like that. He seemed so comfortable. He must’ve been beyond exhausted to be sleeping this long. But, Jackie decided that enough was enough. It was time for him to wake up.

He flew over top of the sleeping body, and thought of how he was gonna wake him up. He thought of just shaking him awake, but that would’ve been boring. He wanted something fun! He thought about using a pillow. That seemed like the better choice. He grabbed a decorative pillow that was nearby, and readied the pillow behind his back. But, just as he was about to throw it at the man, a tiny feather (probably from the pillow) came floating down in front of him. Jackie paused his plan and watched the feather float to the ground. When the tiny feather touched the hardwood floor, a lightbulb went off above his head.

Placing the pillow back where it was, he quietly flew to the arts and crafts closet and opened the door. He looked around in the different bins and craft items, and came across a ziplock bag of multicoloured feathers from the dollar store. He grabbed a wide purple fluffy feather, and a narrow yellow stiff feather. Then, he put the bin back, and few over to the couch once again. He looked Chase up and down, to figure out where he wanted to try the feathers first. While looking down, he couldn’t help but notice that Chase’s feet were bare. That single sight had sparked some intense mischief inside of him.

So, he flew to the end of the couch, and put away the purple feather. He lowered his feather to the sole of his left foot, and waited for the touchdown. When he felt the tip touch the sole, he quickly fluttered it back and forth.

Chase pulled his foot away and paused his breathing for a second. Jackie pulled his feather back and covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing. After a couple seconds of suspenseful waiting, Chase relaxed his feet and started breathing again. Jackie slowly uncovered his mouth and reached his feather back onto his foot. Once it touched, he fluttered it back and forth again.

This time, Chase let out a squeak and pulled his feet back once again. Jackie looked up, and noticed Chase was trying to squeeze his eyes shut, and stop the little smile showing up on his lips. Growing more and more determined to wake him up, Jackie decided to go all out. He grabbed Chase’s foot, and fluttered the feather back and forth on his sole.

Chase let out a high pitched squeal. “Hehehehey! Whahahahahat are yohohohou dohohohohohoing?” Chase asked through his laughter.

“I’m waking you! Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead!” Jackie cooed, moving the feather to Chase’s inner arch.

“GAHahahahahahaha! Wait! Plehehehease! Hahahahaha!” Chase yelled, kicking his free foot as he curled into a ball.

“Please? Please what?” Jackie asked.

“Tihihihihickle mehehehehehehe!” Chase pleaded.

“Oooh! Please tickle me! Why, I’d LOVE to tickle you!” Jackie teased, dropping the feather and using his fingernails to tickle Chase’s feet more.

“Wait, WHAT?! THAT’S NOT WHAT-HAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase screeched.

“I’m sorry, what was that? That wasn’t what you meant?” Jackie asked. Chase shook his head hysterically.

“No? No as in ‘No, that’s not what I meant’? Or no as in ‘No! That’s wrong’? Please be more specific.” Jackie asked curiously.

“FORMER! THEHEHEHE FOHOHOHOHORMER!” Chase replied frantically.

Jackie gasped. “Oooooh! I think I get it! You didn’t mean this much tickles...” Jackie started. Chase would’ve let out a sigh of relief if he wasn’t laughing right now. “You meant EVEN MORE TICKLES!” Jackie proclaimed. Chase’s eyes practically bounced right out of his skull.

“JACKIE! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING ME, YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING!” Chase threatened.

Jackie lifted his eyebrows in pure surprise.

“Huh...And I was considering going easy on you...Welp, that’s thrown out the window now. Get ready for the climax!” Jackie declared, wiggling his fingers teasingly and flying upwards. Chase watched Jackie carefully, ready to strike when the moment hit. But suddenly, when Jackie dived his entire body down to attack, Chase yelped and curled into a cowardly ball. Chase’s eyes were shut, and his teeth were clenched. He was ready.

But...nothing happened. Realizing this, Chase opened one of the eyes, and saw a face full of Jackie with his hood. Jackie gave Chase a big smile, and dug his fingers into his stomach.

“EEEEEKK! AAAhahahahahahaha!” Chase laughed, turning onto his back and swinging his arms every which way. Jackie stopped his fingers for a second, and dug his fingers into Chase’s hips next.

“OH NOOOOOHOHOHOOHO! JAHAHAHAHAHACKIEEE!” Chase called through his intensified laughter. Suddenly, the tickling stopped, and some more tickling had started again: on his feet once more. Jackie had flown away, grabbed both feet and spidered them with tons of tickles.

“For the love of gahahahahahahad! Too much! Tohohohohoo muhuhuhuhuch!” Chase warned through his bouncy laughter.

Jackie kept on tickling a certain place on his body for a few seconds, before switching things up and trying a new spot. It was like Jackie was teleporting in and out from every angle he could, covering different areas of skin with tickles. With this new method of tickling, Chase’s laughter bounced from hard to soft, from cackles to giggles, from sudden squeals to unexpected snorts, and from normal pitched to high pitched. It was odd being able to hear all the sounds Chase’s voice could make. They were bits and pieces, but it was adorable!

“What’s this? A ticklish neck? How unusual? Perhaps I could put my glorious facial hair to good use?”

“Ooooh! I see some ticklish little ribsies! Let’s see: How many ribs are there in the human body? I could ask Henrik, but I’m afraid he’s busy! So, we’ll have to find out ourself!”

“Is this what I think it is? You’ve seen it here folks! Mr. Brody here, has ticklish armpits! It would be a shame if someone were to expose such secretive information.”

“Would you take a look at this belly button! So small! So deep!...and so ticklish! Aaaa coochy-coochy-coo! Aaaa coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coo!......Aaaaaaaa coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coo!”

And the teasing! Dear god the teasing! It was killing Chase!

Meanwhile, Jackie had took a mental note of the spot that made his favourite laugh: the titters, giggles and snorts. You’re probably wondering: what’s a titter? Well, it’s another word for a ‘short, half suppressed laugh’. That’s right people! Chase would let out suppressed laughs, snort in between, and burst into giggles! Who knew such an adorable laugh existed?! Certainly not Jackie. Jackie had come back to the feet for a bit, before trying out the back of his knee. This was the moment Jackie just about died from cuteness overload. It was like seeing a newborn puppy whimper for the first time!

For the final spot, Jackie wanted to try out the back of the knee and get that adorable laugh one more time. Using the yellow feather, he fluttered it back and forth on the back of his knee.

“Pffffff! *snort* Hehehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease! *Snort* I’m behehehegging yohohohou!” Chase pleaded, ground pounding the couch and shaking his head wildly. By now, Chase’s hair had gone messy, his hat was on the floor, and his shirt had remained risen up from Jackie’s tickle session on the belly button.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Jackie heartened, slowing his feather, placing it onto the couch’s arm chair and flying away from him to give him space. Chase laid on the couch in the fetal position, letting out the leftover giggles that were trapped in his lungs. His hair was messy and standing up in a few places, and he had a wobbly smile that wouldn’t go away no matter what he did.

“You feeling better?” Jackie asked, floating closer.

Chase turned to Jackie and smiled wider. “Yes, thank you. Though, I lost my hat.” Chase said, looking around the couch.

Jackie looked down, and found the hat on the ground. He picked it up, dusted it off and reached it out for Chase.

“Thanks...” Chase said, grabbing both the hat and his arm along with it. Confused, Jackie was gonna say something. But he ended up being interrupted by his own yelp, as Chase pulled his arm towards him and locked him into his arms.

“Your turn!” Chase announced confidently, holding Jackie in his arms.

“What?! I did this to wake you up! I’m already awake!” Jackie argued.

“Good! That means you’re ready for this then!” Chase clarified, digging his fingers into Jackie’s bottom ribs.

“BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHASE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie exploded,squirming back and forth like a mad man and throwing his head back against Chase’s shoulder.

“My my my! What ticklish ribs you have! It would be a shame if a bad guy were to find out this secretive information.” Chase teased, smirking at his evil words.

Jackie yelped at the threat. “NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T! DON’T TEHEHEHELL THEHEHEHEM!” Jackie begged, squirming growing more and more frantic.

“Oh don’t you worry, damsel in distress: I’ll keep your secret.” Chase replied, winking before digging his fingers into Jackie’s hips.

Jackie let out an ear piercing squeal, and bursted out into high pitched giggles.

“Goodness gracious! You’ve got some deep hips! I’d better dig a little deeper! zzzZZZZZZZZ! ZZZZZZZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZ! zzzzZZZZZZzzzz!” Chase teased, making electric drilling noises as he dug both fingers deeper and out of Jackie’s hips.

“EEEEEEEEKK! COME OHOHOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Jackie pleaded desperately as he squirmed wildly.

“I’m almost done drilling! I just need to make the circles a little bigger! Alright?” Chase explained, before digging deeper and drawing circles with his fingers.

Jackie threw his head back and gasped, before letting out an ear-piercing scream. “YAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!” Jackie screamed.

“Whaaaat? Is it too much? I thought a strong superhero like you could handle this?” Chase teased with an evil smirk.

“I-I CAHAHAHAN! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN!” Jackie argued.

“Oh! You CAN handle it? That’s great! Cause there’s a one more spot I want to try before I stop.” Chase replied, removing his fingers before picking him up bridal style.

With Jackie safely secured in his arms, Chase lowered Jackie onto the couch and quickly grabbed his feet.

“W-Wait! Not...my feet...please...I’ll go...insane...” Jackie begged through his breaths. Chase ignored him at first, focusing on removing the red socks off his feet.

Chase glanced up at the man, and started to feel a bit bad. So, he decided to take pity on him. He looked around, and noticed the yellow feather from earlier, lying on the floor. He picked it up, and showed the superhero.

“Look what I found?” Chase asked, spinning the feather in a mesmerizing manner.

Jackie gulped, and felt his face darken into a darker shade of red.

“Any last words?” Chase asked, lowering the feather closer and closer to the left foot.

Jackie’s giggling got worse, the closer the feather came. Waiting for the touchdown was torture in and of itself, let alone the tickling that was gonna go with it. Jackie kept his mouth shut as he stared nervously at the feather.

“Well in that case, let’s get on with it!” Chase declared, fluttering the feather against Jackie’s soles.

Jackie let out an insane amount of titters and giggles. When Chase moved the feather to the inner arch, Jackie just about lost it! He threw his head back and let out long fits of cackles. Squirming wildly, he kicked his feet and practically eradicated the couch with his fists alone. Chase’s jaw dropped. Who knew a superhero could express such reckless behaviour?

“Wow! Who knew a superhero could hold such aggression?” Chase teased.

Jackie would’ve replied, but his laughter was stopping him! He couldn’t reply, he couldn’t push away, he couldn’t even tickle back! Chase was just out of reach! The only thing he could do, was laugh and laugh and laugh. And he...actually loved it! He loved being in this position!

“Okay. How about these tiny toesies? Are they ticklish, by any chance?” Chase asked in a baby voice as he examined his toes up close.

Jackie looked away from the man, his face a deep scarlet hue.

Instead of asking again, he answered his own question by fluttering the feather under his toes.

Jackie let out another squeal, and burst out into hysterical laughter. Jackie couldn’t take much more. But, he couldn’t tell him. So, he rolled towards the end of the couch, and allowed himself to fall off. In a single second, Chase’s smirk has slid off his face. He jumped over to help him.

“You okay? I’m sorry if I took it too far.” Chase apologized guiltily. Jackie waved his hands and let a weak smile grow onto his lips.

“It’s...okay...I just wanted you...to feel better...If that involves me...being tickled...as well...than I’ll allow it...” Jackie replied through shallow and quick breaths.

Chase’s body lightened up. “Okay. Good. Thank you.” Chase said, hugging his sweaty friend.

Jackie smirked and gave Chase’s ribs a little tickle. “No problem.” He replied.

“Hehehehey! Nohohoho mohohohore!” Chase laughed, leaning his forehead against Jackie’s shoulder and lightly squirming back and forth.

“Hmm...nah.” Jackie replied before digging his fingers into Chase’s armpits.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase exploded, throwing his head back happily.

Jackie decided to take the upper hand on the tickle fight once more.

“Do I have your permission to give you a raspberry?” Jackie asked.

“Whahahahat?!” Chase replied through his laughter, confused and shocked at such a weird question.

“Can I give you a raspberry?” Jackie asked.

“We hahahahave no rahahahasbeheherries ihihin the house!” Chase exclaimed. Jackie rolled his eyes.

“No! Not that kind of raspberry, silly! This kind of raspberry!” Jackie clarified, before blowing a big raspberry onto Chase’s neck.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase screamed, completely unprepared for the strange sensation.

Jackie gave him a break, to let him properly talk. As the man took control of his giggles once more, his eyes widened at a sudden realization.

“I used to do that to my child all the time! I didn’t know it was called a raspberry!” Chase exclaimed.

“Really?!” Jackie replied, surprised that such a person could do something without being educated by it...actually, never mind. People do things without knowing about it all the time!

“Ya! Well, I guess an old man like me learns something new everyday...” Chase decided. Suddenly, Chase thought of something. “Wait a sec...how did you know what it was called?” Chase asked.

“Oh my god...I’ve known about that silly form of torture since I was a kid myself. My parents were ruthless ticklers.” Jackie explained.

Chase thought of an evil little thing to ask... “How would you feel about a blast to the past?” Chase asked.

Jackie lifted one eyebrow. “How so?” Jackie asked. Before Jackie could properly think, Chase had wrapped his arms around him, bent down, lifted his shirt, and was taking in a big puff of air.

“Oh GOD! NO, DON’T YOU-“ Jackie shouted, before feeling the rippling feeling of a raspberry against his belly button of all places. Jackie just about lost it. It had been so long since he felt the familiar tickly feeling! The last thing Jackie thought before going mad from laughter, was:

I hope no one walks in and sees this...

#ticklefic #switch!chase #switch!jackie #tired

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franklyshipping · 7 years ago

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Over-Working ~ Markiplier Egos Fanfic

In the mood for a Markiplier ego drabble cuz I’m trash and need to spend more time on this blog, so have some Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer platonic fluff (plant boi must be protected at ALL COSTS! and also prepare for a lil angst)

It was a busy day on the set of Warfstache Today, with technicians running about, camera people sorting prep and microphones being attached. Wilford Warfstache was straightening his bowtie with a light pout in a mirror held by one of the countless staff he’d never ask the names of, he waved them off and scanned his eyes round the set; everything was in place, except for one thing. Bim Trimmer. Wilford was frankly a little offended that Bim hadn’t deigned to turn up, and nor did he turn up during filming and pack-up. The moustached man’s anger had dimmed to concern as he rushed from the set to find his associate, he went to the dressing room that he’d provided Bim when he started working with him.

He rapped hard with a knuckled hand and frowned at the silence he received.

‘TRIMMER?! Ya better be decent when I come in!’

He hollered before pushing open the door, and he dimmed a little at the sight that greeted him. Bim was fully clothed in his suit with hair slicked and ready for business, but the man was sprawled on his couch with a contented expression and glasses askew. Fast asleep. Wilford folded his arms and tip-toed closer so he could examine the slumbering man. There were dark circles under his eyes and Wilford took note of the paler complexion and slightly thinner physique, and he admitted to himself what he’d been worried about for a while. Bim was over-worked, and it was his fault.

He perched on the couch and gave a light poke to Bim’s shoulder, the man stirred and upon seeing Wilford jumped to sit up.

‘W-Wilford! U-um, am I late for filming today’s episode? I’m so sor-’

‘Bim take a chill pill, lie back there buddy.’

Bim furrowed his eyebrows but relaxed into the couch with a light sigh, he rubbed his eyes a little before looking back up at Wilford with a hint of trepidation. Wilford relayed his next words with a light grin.

‘It seems that you’ve actually slept through the whole working day-’

‘WHAT?! Oh God Wilford I-I’ m s-so sorry…’

Bim’s voice cracked as he shifted his spectacles on his nose and Wilford despaired at the look of stress encaptulating him. He placed a firm hand on Bim’ s shoulder.

‘Relax Bim, besides I think we can both agree that you needed it.’

Bim smiled bashfully, avoiding Wilford’s concerned eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I’ve just been tired recently, I should’ve said something I’m sorr-’

’Jeez will you stop apologising?! Your goodness is giving me fuckin chills! Besides…’

Wilford sighed, undertones of dejectedness plaguing his usually bombastic voice.

'It’s my damn fault for workin ya so hard, so I’m sorry for that.’

Wilford felt a buzz of glee when Bim smiled happily.

'Thanks Wilford.’

Wilford grinned and nodded with satisfaction before giving Bim’s shoulder a rough nudge.

'Why didn'tcha say anything in the first place? I woulda listened!’

Bim giggled lightly and looked to his fidgeting hands as he muttered.

'Well it’s uh…kinda hard to get a word in edgeways-’

'EXCUSE ME?!’

Bim bit his bottom lip to repress a giggle at Wilford’s indignation, the latter raised an eyebrow at Bim’s reaction. Wilford leant forward and narrowed his eyes and Bim shrunk back into the couch, eyes widening in nervousness.

'Are you laughing at me Trimmer?’

Wilford smirked when Bim gulped and started shaking his head with rapid stutters.

'N-no I-i-i wa-’

'Because it sounded to ME…’

He cut Bim off, his smirk growing more and more malevolent every passing moment. Wilford shifted so he was kneeling on the edge of the couch and looming over Bim who was almost shaking in anticipation.

’-that you were laughing at MY expense!’

Bim jumped when Wilford rested his hands on his stomach, and the moustached man’s eyes twinkled and shone with unrestrained glee. Wilford leant down lightly and whispered.

'Since you already find me so funny, I might as well try and contribute.’

With that his fingers started scribbling against Bim’s taut shirt causing the man beneath him to burst into a stream of high-pitched giggles. He tossed and turned but Wilford was blocking any chance of escape so he could only push and shove at his tormentor’s hands, which only made Wilford work harder. Said man was smirking widely as he found his way under Bim’s shirt and scratched around his navel with one hand whilst the other worked on his side; Bim’s giggles switched to cackles rather quickly.

'Nahahahahahaha Wihihihihilfohohohohord!’

Wilford snickered at Bim’s pleading as he kept his fingers animated, and ever so skillful they were.

'Wow I didn’t know ya found me so hilarious Bimmy boy!’

Bim could only laugh as he tried the new tactic of curling into a ball, which only succeeded in trapping one of Wilford’s hands at his stomach. Wilford wiggled his fingers in earnest and relished in Bim’s wide grin and squeezed shut eyes, Bim’s joy was always contagious no matter its form.

'Dohohohohon’t dohohohohoho thihihihihis!’

'Don’t do what? You’re the one who’s taken my hand!’

His wiggled his fingers more for emphasis, Wilford realised he was probably enjoying himself too much but he couldn’ t stop yet! Wilford yanked Bim out of his curled up position and used his hands to pin Bim’s at his sides, the younger man regained his breath and shivered at the feral grin Wilford wore.

'I didn’t know you were so sensitive Bimmy.’

'There’s a good reason for that…’

Wilford raised his eyebrows before fixing Bim with a teasing, yet amused, smirk.

'Do you really think you’re in a position to be so sassy?’

Wilford let out a barking laugh when Bim stuck out his tongue with the most confidence and vigour he’d ever seen from the man, he was a little impressed. However when Bim’s face started to show regret for his actions, Wilford couldn’t help but take advantage. He used one hand to pin one of Bim’s whilst transferring the other under his knee so he had one free to…have some fun with.

'W-wilford I’ m sorry, I sh-shouldn’t have-’

Wilford hushed him with a light grin before he started walking his fingers over Bim’s torso, the man shivered and bit his lip but couldn’t keep back a huge smile. Wilford found himself mirroring it as he spoke.

'Y’know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone SO ticklish, I’m barely touching you…and is that a lil smile I see there?’

Wilford cooed tauntingly but internally revelled in the embarrassed blush he drew from his friend who was scrunching his face in earnest, but his shaking chest proved that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long.

'Plehehehehehease…’

He nearly whispered as his voice gave him away, Wilford bared Bim’s stomach and started trailing his five fingers in a broad circle round Bim’s navel. The trapped man could only giggle and squeak with his head thrown back as the light and torturous sensations caved him, the circle drew gradually closer and closer.

'Wihihihihihilfohohohord plehehehease!’

'Tickle tickle Bimmy…’

Wilford grinned as he ignored and teased the poor man and used one finger to circle the rim of Bim’s navel, Bim was shaking his head rapidly.

'You seem to have a lil button here, I wonder what’ll happen if I-’

Wilford poked his belly button quickly and was both delighted and surprised at the undignified snort and loud few cackles that Bim elicited.

'NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE WIHIHIHIL!’

’Awwww, has someone got a ticklish belly button? How adooorable!’

Wilford cooed, Bim hid his face as he smiled embarrassedly and Wilford decided that it was time for the main event. He held his finger up in the air and slowly descended it with the occasional wiggle, his taunts and teasing taking centre stage.

'The tickle worm’s getting closer Bimmy, and it can’t WAIT to tickle your ickle giggle button!’

Wilford talked in a childish voice because of how it was ever so effective on Bim, it got his giggles coming out in little bursts as his chest shook with uneven breaths; the anticipation was torture in itself. And then…Wilford pounced.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

After the mandatory snort Bim fell into wild cackling as he thrashed in earnest, Wilford single finger scratched and burrowed to torture every inch of Bim’s belly button; Wilford had never been more gleeful.

'Does it tickle? Is the ickle baby ticklish, coochie coochie coo!’

'STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASIHING!!!’

Wilford chuckled as he leant over Bim, making sure that Bim had a full view of his wide smirk and sparkling eyes.

'Why would I do that? Your reactions are too damn cute!’

Bim let out a loud squeal as Wilford drew back and use his hand to spider and skitter up and down his sides, Wilford couldn’ t help but feel a warmth in his chest every time Bim squeaked or giggled. Knowing he did that made it even better. After administering a few light squeezes he decided to withdraw both his hands, at which point Bim curled up into a ball of giggles which Wilford couldn’t help but look fondly on.

'Yohohohohou’re sohohohoho mehehehean-’

'Does someone wanna go for round two?’

Wilford held up his hands in the shape claws, at which Bim’s eyes widened as he held up his own hands in defense.

'Nohoho no no no I tahake it back you’ re not mean!’

'Damn right, and don’t you forget it!’

Bim let out a light sigh of relief as Wilford lowered his hands with a grin that embodied smug cheekiness, Wilford cocked his head at the man beneath him who had now regained his breath; his eyes a little brighter as they turned to Wilford.

'Now you gotta promise me something?’

'What?’

Bim spoke curiously as Wilford sighed lightly through his words.

'If things are getting too much you gotta tell me okay? I don’t wanna see you so exhausted cuz it ain’t good for ya!’

Bim nodded, a happy and grateful smile plastered on his lips.

'I promise.’

'Good, otherwise the tickle monster’ll be coming back for more y'hear?!’

Bim shivered and nodded with an embarrassed giggle when Wilford wiggled his fingers with a threatening grin, he clapped Bim on the back as he stood. Bim went to do the same but Wilford waved his hands rapidly.

’No no no you stay, imma go order a take-away-’

Bim smiled as Wilford stalked flamboyantly out of the room, hollering over his shoulder.

'Hope ya don’t mind the smell of chinese for the next few days!’

Bim chuckled and then sighed, his body relaxed into the couch as a bombastic voice most likely terrified a take-away worker over the phone. Bim spoke lazily, and gladly.

'Not one bit.’

GOSH THAT TOOK A LIL WHILE AND SOZ FOR THE LARGE BUILD Up cuz i’m a kind of a sucker for context so apologies for wordinesd and the slight angst. plz tell me if ya like it and stuff, luv yous xxx

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krat395 · 8 years ago

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Frisk and Chara’s First Tickle Fight

This is the prequel to “Asriel Dreemurr, the Ticklish “Kid”. In that story, Frisk and Chara mentioned that they had a tickle fight three days prior to tickling their brother. Frisk and Chara had their tickle fight on the same day M.K. (Monster Kid) got mercilessly tickled by Undyne in “WORTH IT!!!” and this story is will explain Frisk and Chara’s day in much more detail as well some history of the tickle fights Chara and Asriel had when two of them were younger. Enjoy! :)

Undertale© Toby Fox.

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FRISK AND CHARA’S FIRST TICKLE FIGHT

It is a Wednesday at Toriel’s house and it has been raining all day. The power has also been blinking all day. Frisk and Chara have just been sitting around playing games on their phones since they can’t play outside. This also happens to be a day that Frisk and Chara do not have school. They are enrolled in their mother’s elementary school (which includes sixth grade) and all of the students get a day off every other Wednesday as well as a late start every other Monday. It is definitely not spectacular weather for a day off from school.

Chara: I’m very bored Frisk. There’s nothing to do but just sit around and play on our phones.

Frisk: I’m sure we can find something else to do Chara. It’s too bad we can’t play outside due to the bad weather.

Toriel: *Knocks on the door*

Chara: Come in.

Toriel: Greetings my children. How have you two been handling this weather?

Chara: Not well Mom. There just isn’t much to do today since it’s raining.

Toriel: Oh I’m sure you the two you can find something to do. In the meantime, Dr. Gaster is going to be coming over soon.

Frisk: Really?

Chara: Why’s that?

Toriel: *lies to Frisk and Chara* He’s thinking about becoming a college professor and he’d like me to give him some advice on how to be a successful teacher. I’d like to take some time to conduct a mock interview for him since I believe he’s very eligible to teach at a college/university.

Frisk: Gaster wants to be a teacher?

Chara: That’s awesome!

Toriel: It’s a possibility. He doesn’t know for sure yet. But if he does decide to become a professor, it’ll be good for him. After all, he’s great with kids.

Gaster is actually coming over for a different reason. Toriel doesn’t want her daughters knowing the real reason for his presence, so she decided to lie and tell them that he wants advice from her when actually, she’s the one who wants advice from him about something very personal.

Toriel told Frisk and Chara that she will be conducting a mock interview for Gaster, and she conducts many of her interviews at her house for all of the candidates she finds eligible to work at her elementary school. Toriel then told Frisk and Chara that she and Gaster will be in the basement and that she doesn’t want any interruptions unless it’s an emergency. In the meantime, Toriel decided to stay upstairs and spend time with Frisk and Chara a little longer before Gaster shows up, all while keeping a personal secret from the two of them.

About fifteen minutes later, Gaster showed up at the front door and rang the doorbell and Toriel was about to go downstairs to let him in.

Toriel: Well my children, that’s Dr. Gaster at the front door. I better go let him in. You two behave now.

Frisk: We will Mom.

Toriel: *leaves room and closes door*

Frisk: So Chara, what do you want to do?

Chara: Might as well just keep playing games on our phones. There’s nothing better to do.

Frisk: Are you sure? We could… give each makeovers!

Chara: *sarcastic laugh* You’re joking right?

Frisk: Of course I am silly! I hate those things!

Chara: *joking… kind of* Oh good. Cause if you weren’t, I think I would’ve punched you.

Frisk: Oh you. *smiles and boops Chara’s nose*

After playing on the phones for ten minutes, Frisk noticed that Chara was still bored. Frisk then thought of something that Chara may or may not enjoy. Either way, Frisk was curious.

Frisk: Chara, I notice that you’re still bored. I wanna see you happy.

Chara: I am happy Frisk.

Frisk: Come on. Where’s that smile of yours? *sits on Chara’s bed with her*

Chara: Frisk?

Frisk: There’s something I wanna know about you Chara.

Chara: And what would that be?

Frisk: Are you… TICKLISH!? *starts tickling Chara*

Chara: Heehheheeheheehehhehehehee. Frihihiihihiihiihsk.

Frisk really wanted to make Chara happy and she thought that tickling her was the best way to do it. Frisk tickled Chara’s sides, causing her to immediately giggle.

Chara: Heheheheheeehehehehehe.

Frisk: There’s that smile I was looking for.

Frisk could tell Chara was having fun and after one minute, she decided to take things up a notch. Frisk moved her hands up to Chara’s underarms causing her to giggle even more. This time, her giggling was a bit louder.

Chara: Heehehehehehehehehehhehehee. Ohhohoho cohohohohome on Frihihihhihihsk.

Frisk: That’s right. Keep giggling Chara!

After two more minutes of tickling, Chara finally decided to tickle Frisk back.

Chara: *Starts tickling Frisk*

Frisk: Heheheheheheheeehehehehehheehhe.

Chara tickled Frisk’s neck, causing her to giggle and after one minute, Chara decided to crank it up a bit by shifting to Frisk’s sides.

Frisk: Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahaah!

Chara: Ooh, looks like you’re more ticklish than me Frisk! Hehehe!

Unlike Chara, Frisk was laughing rather than giggling. It appears that Frisk is more ticklish than Chara. After two minutes, Chara moved her hands to Frisk’s underarms and caused her to laugh really hard. Frisk then jolted backwards on the bed and she’s now lying on her back. Toriel and Gaster are currently in the basement and are unable to hear Frisk and Chara upstairs on the second floor of the house. Both of them are completely unaware that the two girls are having a tickle fight.

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHHA!! NOHOOHOHOHOHOOHOOHOHOHOHOHHOHOOHO!!

Chara: Tickle, tickle, tickle!

Frisk went nuts as Chara tickled her underarms. She made a few attempts to tickle Chara back, but to no avail. Frisk really likes having her underarms tickled even though they’re quite sensitive. After laughing her head off for four minutes, the power blinked and it caught Chara off guard in the process. Frisk used to her advantage to make another attempt to try and tickle Chara and was at last successful.

Chara: Heheheheehehhehehehheheheheheeheehee.

Frisk and Chara switched postions, with Chara now lying on the bed and Frisk kneeling towards her. Frisk tickled Chara’s tummy and she giggled again. It appears that Chara is not as ticklish as Frisk would like her to be, but that’s not going to stop Frisk from tickling her though. Frisk is determined to find out exactly where Chara is the most ticklish. After tickling her tummy for two minutes, Frisk then scribbled her fingers all along Chara’s ribs.

Chara: Hehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheeehehheehehee. Is thhahahaht the behehehehest you cahhahahahan dohohohohoho?

Frisk got a bit more of a reaction from tickling Chara’s ribs but it wasn’t enough. After one minute, Chara managed to escape and Frisk chased after her. Chara then tackled Frisk and held her down the best she could. Both girls were now on the floor.

Chara: I’m gonna count your ribs Frisk! Hehehe! Let’s see how ticklish these ribs are!

Chara then tickled Frisk’s ribs, counting each of them slowly one by one causing Frisk to frantically laugh and squirm.

Chara: One, two, three.

Frisk: Hahahahahahahahahahahahah!

Chara: Frisk, you made me lose count! I have to start over!

Frisk: Chahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahra!

Chara: One, two, three, four, five.

Frisk: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Chara: Frisk, you’re moving around too much! I can’t remember where I left off. So I’ll just start over again, hehehe!

Frisk: Nohohohoohhhohohohoohhoohohoho!

The highest number of ribs Chara managed to count was 11 and that happens to be new record for Frisk, beating her previous record of 8. After three minutes, the power blinked again and it once again distracted Chara. Frisk used this to her advantage again and finally broke free from Chara’s grasp, pinned her down, and then scribbled her fingers all over her neck. Frisk was excited when she got a different reaction from Chara.

Chara: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahaahah!

Frisk: There’s the laughter I was looking for!

It turns out that Chara’s neck is quite ticklish since she was laughing rather than giggling. However, her laughter wasn’t quite as loud as Frisk’s. Frisk still believes Chara has more sweet spots, which she is planning on finding soon. After tickling Chara’s neck for three minutes, Chara reached for Frisk’s tummy and Frisk immediately screamed with laughter upon contact and fell over next to Chara.

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Chara: Oh ho! I just made you snort! I think I just found your most ticklish spot so far!

Chara then crawled on top of Frisk as she continued tickling her tummy. Frisk’s tummy is extremely sensitive and for a while, she didn’t even make an effort to fight back. She just laid there and took it. After about three minutes, she made a few attempts to fight back but was very unsuccessful and she continued laughing her guts out.

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! * SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!

Chara: You know you love it Frisk!

FRISK: IT TIHIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHHIIIHIHIHHHICKLES *SNORT* CHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHRA!!!! STAHAHAHAHHAHHAHP!!!!

Chara: Nope!

After five more minutes, Frisk finally managed to reach for Chara’s neck and tickled her once again. Frisk pinned her down again and then moved her hands to Chara’s thighs, which happen to be ticklish just like her neck. Frisk tickled Chara’s thighs for thirty seconds.

Chara: Hahahahhahahahaahahahahahahahahaa!

Frisk: Let’s see if your knees are ticklish!

Chara: Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahahahhahahahahah!! Nohohoohohhoooohohohoohooohohhoohoohhohoo!! Nohahahahahahahhahat my knehehehehehehhehehehehehehehees!!

Frisk: This just keeps getting better!

Frisk has found Chara’s very ticklish areas, which are her knees. Chara’s knees are very ticklish and she was laughing harder than before. Frisk couldn’t ask for a better day. She’s having a blast tickling her sister and she still believes that Chara might just have one more sweet spot. After tickling Chara’s knees for two and a half minutes, Frisk then made an effort to go after her feet. Chara noticed this and immediately worked up enough energy to prevent Frisk from tickling her feet. The power blinked again, but this time in Chara’s favor. Chara then pushed Frisk to the floor, grabbed her ankles, and started tickling her socked feet.

Frisk: Hahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!!

Chara: *removes Frisk’s socks after ten seconds*

Frisk: HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Frisk was sent into laughing fit the moment Chara tickled her bare feet. Frisk’s feet aren’t as ticklish as her tummy, but they’re still pretty damn ticklish and Frisk was lying on the floor and laughing like crazy.

Frisk: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

Chara: This is what you get Frisk!

Chara scribbled her fingers all over her sister’s bare feet. Frisk’s feet are only slightly less ticklish than her tummy and for an entire minute, Chara was finding out exactly where to tickle Frisk so she could get the best laughs possible out of her. First, she tickled in between Frisk’s toes.

Chara: *tickles in between Frisk’s toes*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAA!!

Chara: *tickles Frisk’s toes*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

Chara: *tickles Frisk’s balls*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

Chara: *tickles Frisk’s arches*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chara: Ooh, you’re laughing even harder. But let’s see what happens if I tickle you right… here! *digs one finger into Frisk’s right heel*

Frisk: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT*

Chara: Oh ho! I just found your sweet spots Frisk! Heels huh? I thought that the spaces in between your toes would be the most ticklish! Oh well. Hehehe.

Frisk’s heels are extremely sensitive and they’re the most ticklish areas of her feet. They’re so ticklish that she screamed with hysterical laughter and started snorting and Chara loved every second of it. She enjoyed it so much that she decided to focus entirely on her heels for the next three minutes.

Frisk: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHA!!!! CHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHRA!!!! *SNORT* PLEAHHEHEHEHEHHEASE!!!! *SNORT* SHOHOHOOHHOHOHOW MERCY!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Chara: I’m afraid I can’t do that Frisk! Sorry! Hehehe.

After the three minutes were up, Frisk was getting very squirmy. Chara then noticed that she had a hairbrush on her nightstand. The hairbrush was a few feet away from her and Frisk. Chara did not want to stop the tickling anytime soon, so she decided to drag Frisk along the floor as she reached for her hairbrush.

Chara: *grabs the hairbrush and uses it to tickle Frisk’s feet*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! CHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHARA!!!! NAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAT *SNORT* THAAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THING!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOOHOHO MY GAHAHAAHHAAHAHHD THAAHAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHHIHIHCKLES!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Frisk thrashed around all over the floor while Chara scrubbed her feet with the hairbrush. The brush tickled more than Chara’s fingers and Frisk was laughing even harder, especially when Chara scrubbed her heels. After four minutes, Chara was struggling to hold on to Frisk’s ankles and it wasn’t too long until the power blinked yet again. Frisk then escaped from Chara’s grasp and jumped towards her. Chara put up one hell of fight in an effort to make sure Frisk didn’t reach her feet. Chara would constantly poke Frisk’s torso, causing her to giggle maniacally since she’s extremely ticklish.

Frisk: Hehehehheheheheheheheehehehehehehehee!! Charahahahahaahahhaaha!!

Chara: You are not going to tickle my feet Frisk! I can’t allow that!

Frisk then fell to the floor and continued giggling like a lunatic.

Frisk: Heheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheeehehe!!

Chara: *lifts Frisk’s shirt and scribbles her fingers all along her tummy*

Frisk: HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!

Frisk spent the next few minutes giggling like a lunatic from all of Chara’s pokes and screaming with laughter every time Chara tickled her underarms and tummy. Frisk was filled with so much determination to tickle Chara’s feet and would stop at nothing until the job was done. After laughing, giggling, and batting at her Chara’s hands for a few more minutes, Frisk finally managed to overpower her sister and grab her left ankle. She then removed Chara’s sock and tickled her foot.

Chara: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!

Frisk has just found Chara’s most ticklish spot. Chara screamed with so much hysterical laughter the moment Frisk tickled her foot and she lunged backwards with Frisk still holding onto her ankle. Chara was lying on her back and she pounded her fists and thrashed around all over the floor. Chara’s feet are extremely ticklish and Frisk is able to tickle Chara’s feet just by gently poking them. Every inch of Chara’s feet is slightly more ticklish than Frisk’s heels. That was why Chara did everything she could to prevent Frisk from reaching her feet.

Chara: HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!

Frisk: I just knew you had to be extremely ticklish somewhere Chara! So that’s why you went completely out of your way to prevent me from reaching your feet!

Frisk was quite determined to keep her sister as steady as possible. After thirty seconds, she grabbed Chara’s right ankle, removed her other sock, and began tickling both of her feet. Frisk then positioned herself over Chara’s legs. She had her back facing towards Chara and she trapped her legs so she couldn’t kick them all over the place. Chara screamed with even more hysterical laughter once Frisk trapped her legs. Although her movement was limited, Chara rapidly and frantically wiggled her feet as Frisk tickled them. Frisk tickled every inch of Chara’s feet and found that there wasn’t a single area that was more ticklish than others. Chara’s toes, balls, arches, heels, and tops of her feet are all equally ticklish.

Chara: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Frisk: Your laughter! I love it! You have such low sensitivity everywhere else, but your feet… are ULTRA TICKLISH!!

Chara made very little effort to fight back. Her feet are insanely ticklish and it was extremely difficult for her. Frisk had her feet facing towards Chara and every once in a while, Chara made a few successful attempts to sit up and briefly tickle Frisk’s soles in an attempt to try to escape. Frisk laughed every time Chara tickled her soles, but it wasn’t effective enough to make her stop and Chara continued falling back to the floor constantly laughing like a lunatic. The power even blinked once again and Chara wasn’t even able to use that to her advantage as Frisk tickled every inch of her insanely ticklish feet for six minutes. Chara was crying and could barely speak because she was laughing so hard due to how ticklish her feet are. Since Frisk’s back is facing towards Chara, she was completely unaware that Chara was crying. Frisk then noticed the hairbrush on the floor next to her bed. It was right within her reach and she wanted to tickle Chara’s feet with it. Frisk then reached for the hairbrush with her left hand as she continued to tickle Chara’s feet with her right hand.

Frisk: Payback time Chara! *Tickles her feet with the hairbrush*

Chara: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAAHAAHHHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!

Chara completely lost it when Frisk used the brush to tickle her feet and she cried even more. Frisk was still completely unaware that Chara was crying and continued tickling all over her feet with the brush. For six minutes, Frisk tickled every inch of Chara’s soles and toes with the brush. Chara didn’t even try to fight back and was a laughing mess. The hairbrush tickled much more than Frisk’s fingers and Chara had constant streams of tears running down her face.

Chara: HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!!

Frisk: I think it’s pretty safe to say I won the tickle fight Chara! *looks back at Chara* Oh my god Chara! You’re crying! I’m so sorry! I had no idea! Why didn’t you tell me?!

Frisk immediately stopped tickling Chara once she finally noticed that she was crying due to laughing so hard.

Frisk: I’m so sorry Chara! I didn’t mean to take it that far! Please say something!

Chara: *breathing heavily* It’s ok Frisk. I was having fun. That’s why I didn’t tell you I was crying.

Frisk: I’m just glad you’re ok! *hugs Chara* Don’t scare me like that!

Chara: Sorry about that. Anyway, congratulations Frisk. You won the tickle fight. It was so much fun!

Frisk: It sure was! By the way, why did you want to tickle my feet with a hairbrush? I found that quite unusual.

Chara: It’s a long story Frisk. I’ll tell you later.

Frisk: Ok Chara.

Chara: *hugs Frisk* Thank you Frisk. I really needed this.

Chara told Frisk that she enjoyed having a tickle fight with her. Chara thought she was getting too old for ticking but after having a tickle fight with Frisk, she discovered that she could enjoy it at any age. It reminded her of when she used to have tickle fights with Asriel a long time ago. Toriel and Asgore also used to tickle both Chara and Asriel a long time ago, often in playful and creative ways. It reminded her of much simpler times and it helped take her mind off of Toriel and Asgore still being apart.

Frisk: Hey you’re right Chara. I was having so much fun that I barely thought about Mom and Asgore. And Asriel’s ticklish?

Chara: Oh god yeah! He’s more ticklish than you!

Frisk: Oh my god, really?! I don’t believe you!

Chara: Well it’s true! I’m gonna tell you about the day I first tickled Asriel! It’s a great story!

Chara and Asriel used to have many tickle fights when they were younger. Asriel is insanely ticklish and Chara won practically every time. Asriel may have his physical strength, but Chara knew exactly where to tickle him so he couldn’t fight back too much. Before tickle fights, the two of them used to playfully wrestle. Chara was the one who suggested that they should wrestle and once Asriel got the hang of it, he would beat her every time. And just to be clear, this was actual playful wrestling, and it wasn’t anywhere close to being as violent as Undyne’s famous “snow wrestling.”

On one particular day when Chara and Asriel were wrestling, Chara was determined to finally beat her brother to the point that she would try just about anything. Chara did everything she could to try and get a victory against her brother until she accidentally poked Asriel’s tummy, causing him to immediately burst into laughter. Chara was surprised by what she discovered and he burst into laughter again after poking him a few more times. After that, she tackled him to the ground and tickled him everywhere she got a reaction. He didn’t fight back too much and she tickled him all over his sides, underarms, neck, ribs, tummy, legs, and feet. She eventually discovered that the spaces in between his toes were his most sensitive areas (That was why that was the first area Chara went for when she tickled Frisk’s feet earlier). It wasn’t really much of a tickle fight because it was very one-sided. On that day, Chara found out that Asriel was insanely ticklish and it was one of the best days of her life. She just loved hearing every second of her brother’s adorable laughter. She loved it so much that she didn’t want to stop tickling him and Asgore and Toriel actually had to step in and pull Chara off of Asriel. From that day on, Chara and Asriel would have many tickle fights and Asriel would practically lose to Chara every time. Even though Asriel lost tickle fights about 98% of the time, he almost always had just as much fun as Chara. But as the two of them got older, they had less and less tickle fights. The two of them thought they were getting too old for tickle fights and it wasn’t too much longer until they stopped completely. After having a tickle fight with Frisk, Chara hopes that she can start having tickle fights with Asriel again.

Frisk: That was a really cute story Chara. It makes me want to tickle Asriel!

Chara: Frisk! We’ve gotta tickle Asriel some time! We just have to!

Chara then told Frisk that she thinks that they will have to tie Asriel up if they wind up tickling him some time. Two of the reasons Chara lost the tickle fight against Frisk are because Frisk is less ticklish than Asriel, and Chara was also a bit rusty because it had been so long since she had a tickle fight with someone. It also didn’t help that the power kept blinking off and on since it almost always gave Frisk an advantage. Chara believes that it is more than likely that Asriel has gotten stronger since the last time the two of them had a tickle fight and she doesn’t want Asriel trying to escape from them. Another reason Chara thinks they should tie Asriel up is because she knows it’s the only way they’ll be able to get him to hold still and she REALLY wants Frisk to see how ticklish he is. Frisk believes that she is the most ticklish individual she knows, which is she has an incredibly hard time believing that someone is more ticklish than her. Even hearing Chara’s story about tickling Asriel for the first time wasn’t enough to convince Frisk that he’s more ticklish than her. Chara promises that they will make it up to Asriel afterwards and that they’ll give him lots of breaks too. Chara once tickled Asriel until he passed out and giving him lots of breaks will prevent that from happening.

Chara: I know it doesn’t sound very nice Frisk but I promise we’ll make it up to him afterwards.

Frisk: I can’t believe you made Asriel pass out Chara!

Chara: Yeah, that wasn’t one of my best days. I was sobbing so much because I thought I killed him! You have no idea how relieved I was when I found out he was ok!

Chara loved tickling Asriel so much that she would tickle him every chance she got and at the time, didn’t even care if he wasn’t in the mood to be tickled. Chara, who was eight years old at the time, used to be an incredibly vicious tickler and she got REALLY carried away on two occasions, both of which ended with negative results. The first time Chara got too carried away, Asriel accidentally bruised Chara’s nose trying to escape from her clutches. This incident was an eye opener for Asriel and this was when he learned to be gentler around others. The second time Chara got too carried away ended with Asriel passing out. Chara felt so terrible after she caused Asriel to pass out and she actually thought that she killed him. It was this incident where she finally learned her lesson.

Frisk: You were 8 years old Chara. You didn’t know any better.

Chara: Yeah. Both Asriel and I learned from those two incidents. When Asriel bruised my nose, I actually lied to Mom and Dad by telling them that I fell so Asriel wouldn’t get in trouble. We were just two crazy kids. We didn’t know any better.

Frisk: Well it’s all in the past now Chara.

Chara: You’ve said it. That’s what I love about you Frisk. You always appreciate everything that’s going on right now instead of thinking about what happened in the past.

Frisk: I appreciate you saying that Chara. I just wish Mom and Asgore were back together though.

Chara: Yeah, me too Frisk.

Toriel: *knocks on door*

Chara and Frisk: Come in

Toriel: My children, I didn’t want to say anything until I was absolutely sure. But here it is… I’m going to spend Saturday night with your father. Not on a date, but as friends.

Chara and Frisk: *tearing up*

Chara: Mom, that’s wonderful! *gives Toriel a hug*

Frisk: That’s the best news I’ve heard all day! *gives Toriel a hug*

Asgore had called the previous night asking Toriel to spend the following Saturday with him. The real reason Gaster came over is because Toriel was very debating on whether or not to actually go through with it and she wanted some advice from a very close friend. Before Gaster disappeared a long time ago, he was incredibly close friends with Toriel and Asgore. All of the monsters, especially Toriel, Asgore, Sans, and Papyrus are incredibly happy that Gaster, Chara, and Asriel came back into their lives and were all given second chances. Gaster knows that Asgore is trying his absolute hardest to make up for all of his negative actions in the past and after a lengthy period of time, Gaster was ultimately able to convince Toriel to see Asgore the following Saturday. Gaster used psychology to his advantage and one of the things he did was constantly ask Toriel, “Do you still love Asgore?” Frisk and Chara don’t know it, but Gaster played a very large role in this entire operation.

Frisk and Chara were so happy to hear the wonderful news. They were so happy that they wound up crying tears of joy. Toriel then told the two of them that Asgore will bring Asriel to her house on Saturday and that she will be asking Sans watch the three of them.

Toriel: Chara, I know you kids don’t exactly need a babysitter. But after losing you and Asriel a long time ago, I worry. Plus, it will be good for Sans to spend some time with the three of you.

Chara: I completely understand Mom. And don’t worry, Frisk, Asriel, and I love spending time with Sans. It’ll be fun!

Toriel: Wonderful. By the way, Dr. Gaster is still here. I’m sure he’d like to see the two of you before he leaves.

Chara: We’d love to see Dr. Gaster Mom!

Frisk: We’ll be right down.

Toriel: Sound great my children. *closes door*

Chara: Frisk, we are so gonna tickle Asriel this Saturday. All we have to now is come up with a plan.

Frisk: Oh man! I’m so excited! I can’t wait to find out exactly how ticklish Asriel is!

Chara: Shhh. Settle down Frisk. I don’t exactly want Mom hearing about any of this.

Frisk: Oh right. Sorry.

Chara: It’s ok Frisk. Let’s go downstairs.

Frisk and Chara then went downstairs to see their mother and Gaster. Toriel insisted that Gaster should stay and have dinner with them. It was the least she could do for him after everything he did for her. With Toriel gone the following Saturday, this will give Frisk and Chara the perfect opportunity to tie up and tickle Asriel. Although Sans will be at the house, he always falls asleep whenever he watches the kids and he’s a very heavy sleeper, meaning that they’ll be able to carry out their plan as intended. While Chara was having dinner with Frisk, Toriel, and Gaster, she received a text from M.K. (Monster Kid) asking her if it’s ok if he can come over on Saturday while Toriel and Asgore are away.

Chara: *reads M.K.’s text quietly to herself* Um… Frisk? Can I speak with you privately for a minute? May we be excused for a minute Mom?

Toriel: Of course my children.

Chara: Frisk. M.K. wants to come over on Saturday. We’re planning on tickling Asriel that day. What am I going to tell him?

Frisk: It’s perfectly fine if he comes over Chara. He’ll help us. M.K. loves starting tickle fights just as much as I do. He and I actually had a tickle fight last week. Trust me; he won’t refuse if he knows that tickling is involved. In fact, he’ll even tie Asriel up for us.

Chara was surprised and also incredibly happy to hear this news. She didn’t know that M.K. enjoyed tickling so much and hearing what Frisk had to say, she was more than willing to let him help them tickle Asriel next Saturday. The two of them then went back to the dinner table after speaking privately with one another.

In the meantime, the two girls spent some additional time with both their mother and Gaster before he took off for the night. After Gaster left, they spent a little more time with their mother before going back upstairs to their bedroom. The two girls then spent some time discussing their plan to tickle Asriel on Saturday and they will have to find a time to tell M.K. about their plan. Frisk, Chara, and Asriel don’t get to see M.K. as much as they’d like to at school since he isn’t in the same grade as them. Even if he was in the same grade as them, their plan to tickle Asriel isn’t exactly something to talk about at school, so they’ll just tell him to video chat with them some time after school on either Thursday or Friday. After discussing their plan, Frisk and Chara decided to play a little while longer before going to bed.

Frisk: Hey Chara.

Chara: Yes Frisk.

Frisk: Is there something you’d like to do before we go to bed?

Chara: I’m so glad you asked Frisk. I actually do have something in mind.

Frisk: And what would that be?

Chara then walked over to Frisk’s bed, held her arms up in the air and shouted…

Chara: REVENGE!! *tickles Frisk’s tummy*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! CHARAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THAHAHAHAHHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHIHHCKLES!!!!

Chara: You didn’t think I was gonna let you get by without me getting revenge did you?

Frisk: I THAHHAHAHAUGHT YOU SAHAHAHAHAHID YOU HAD FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHHUHUN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!

Chara: I never said I didn’t. I just wanna hear that cute laugh of yours one last time you precious cinnamon bun. Hehehe. *moves her hands to Frisk’s underarms*

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chara: Oh you know you love it! I just want to hear you say it!

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!

Chara: I’m waiting Frisk. I’ve got all night.

Frisk: OK! I *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOVE *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA IT!!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chara: See, that wasn’t so hard. And because you love it so much, I’m going to tickle you even more!

Frisk: AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!!! *SNORT* CHARAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAA!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAA!!! COHOHOOHOHOOHOME ON!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! THHAAHHAAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEHEHEALLY TIHHIHIHIHIHHCKLES!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chara: You are just so cute when you laugh! You’re such a cinnamon bun!

Frisk: NOHOHOHOOHO, YOHOHOHOHHOU’RE THE CINNAMAHAHAAHAHAHAHN BUN CHARAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chara: Even when you laugh your guts out, you still try being flirty!

Frisk: I DOHOHOHOHOOHON’T TRY!!! *SNORT* I DOHOOOHOHOOHOHOHO!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!

Chara: And apparently you quote movies as well.

Frisk: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA!!! *SNORT*

Chara then spent the next seven minutes tickling her sister as a bit of playful revenge for beating her in the tickle fight earlier and Frisk just laid there and let Chara tickle her until it was time to go to bed. Unknown to Frisk and Chara, Toriel actually saw what they were doing and just smiled and watched them briefly before heading to her bedroom. As soon as Chara finished tickling her sister, the two of them then turned in for the night, anxiously waiting for next Saturday to get here. Chara then said to herself…

Chara: Asriel… You’re next!

#undertale tickle #undertale tickling #tickle fic #tickle fight

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #41-50

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Some are from my Peppermint Mocha and Lemonade Events.

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41) Lee Dazai, Ler Kunikida

“Dazai!”

The brunette winced, turning with a sheepish look on his face. Kunikida could see his thoughts plainly on his features – caught red-handed.

“Oh, hi, Kunikida!” he tried, twirling on his heel so his back was to the ADA’s half-sized Christmas tree. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“Cut the crap, Dazai.” Kunikida charged toward him. “You were about to swipe your gifts, weren’t you?”

“Just one of them,” Dazai said innocently, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to get a sneak peek.”

“Christmas is in less than a week. You can wait.”

“Oh, come onnnn. Don’t you ever have the urge to—?”

“No.”

Dazai pouted. “You wouldn’t, party pooper.”

Kunikida sighed heavily. He didn’t know why he bothered sometimes. Dazai was impossible, and he knew that even if he got the brunette to leave well enough alone now, he’d just come back later and try it again – likely succeeding this time.

Still, he had to at least try to get him to see reason.

“It would be rude to your gifter to open it without them present. They’ll want to see your reaction, you know.”

“What if I opened yours, Kunikida?” Dazai asked, batting his eyes in that infuriating way he did when he was trying to play favorites.

“No! Don’t open any of them!”

“Aww, pleeeeease?”

Something inside him snapped. Kunikida frowned. “All right. You’ve left me no choice.”

“What? Heeeey!” Dazai screeched as his blonde coworker dragged him over to the nearest couch, shoving him onto it face-first. “What are you dohohohohohoing?! Ah! Kunikihihihihida!”

“This will just have to be enough for now, Dazai. Understand?” Kunikida’s voice came out sounding as gruff as ever, though from this position he had the luxury of hiding his tiny smile at the way Dazai squealed and flailed beneath him as he dug his fingers into his hips.

“Buhuhuhuhuhuhut I wanna knohohohohohohow what I gohohohohohohot!”

“You’ll know in a week, you moron! Be patient!”

“Why ahahahahare you beheheheheheing so mehehehehean? AHH!! NOHOHOHOHO!!” Suddenly Dazai’s high-pitched giggles turned into panicked laughter when Kunikida went for broke and dove into his armpits, tickling relentlessly. He even went so far as to sit on his legs to keep him from kicking like a struggling animal. “NONONO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Are you going to leave the gifts alone?”

“FIHIHIHIHINE, OKAY, YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN YOU BIG JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!”

Kunikida was tempted to keep going for that comment, but seeing the desperate look in his friend’s eyes, he decided that was enough for now. He stopped and nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Trust me, it will be worth the wait, Dazai.”

As he climbed off his friend and went back to his work, Kunikida smirked to himself. He knew Dazai would try again, but that was all right. What the brunette didn’t know was that all of the gifts under the tree – all of them, even the ones that weren’t his – were fakes for this exact reason.

The ADA knew Dazai better than that by now.

42) Lee Sigma, Ler Ranpo

“Are you telling me you’ve never decorated for Christmas before?” Tanizaki asked incredulously, taking the string of lights from Sigma, who looked at him with a confused and mildly upset expression.

“I haven’t exactly been alive all that long,” he murmured.

“Oh…right. Sorry.”

Atsushi glanced over at them, feeling a pang of sympathy for their new member. “I didn’t really know what I was doing the first time, either. I didn’t get to participate in the holidays at the orphanage.”

Sigma looked surprised, opening his mouth to say something, but a loud groan stopped him in his tracks and they both turned their attention to the source.

“Quit being so depressing,” Ranpo complained. “It’s Christmas! Candy canes and cocoa and peppermint chocolates and—”

“It’s not all about the food, Ranpo,” Kunikida admonished gently.

“Yeah, yeah.” The greatest detective in the world hopped to his feet and grabbed Sigma’s arm. “Come on. We’ll start with a wreath. Those are easy to manage.”

Atsushi watched with fascination as the smaller boy fished a wreath out of their box of decorations and handed it to Sigma. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dazai smiling fondly at them both – a rare expression from the brunette.

“Take this hook,” Ranpo instructed, “and put it on the door first, with the curved end facing this way – there you go. Now just hang the wreath on it. Oh! Make sure the bow is on top, though.”

“Is that important?” Sigma asked genuinely, shifting the wreath in his arms to accommodate the instructions given to him.

Some of the ADA members started to tell him it wasn’t, but Ranpo cut through them all. “Of course! The bow is the best part. It has to be on top; there’s no other way to do it.”

Sigma hummed in interest, then lifted his arms to place the wreath on the hook. No sooner had he gotten it in place than Ranpo darted wiggling fingers into his armpits and upper ribs, making Sigma squeak in surprise and whirl around, backing against the now-decorated door.

“W-What…why did you…?” he stammered, looking genuinely confused.

Atsushi didn’t even have a chance to tell him it wasn’t anything he’d done – Ranpo was just like that sometimes – before Dazai called out casually, “Go for the hips, Ranpo~”

Sigma looked startled and confused and nervous and excited all at once. It was an interesting combination of emotions, but no one had a chance to say anything about it before Ranpo had grabbed onto his hips and started tickling quickly but gently, making Sigma squeal again and burst into hysterical giggles that brightened the room more than the Christmas music that was playing from the radio.

“W-Wahahahahahait, wait, whahahahahahat did I dohohohohoho? I dohohohohon’t understahahahahand!” Sigma cried, squirming helplessly against the door but making barely any move to get away or fight back at all.

Atsushi smiled at the scene, blushing a little. It seemed Dazai wasn’t the only one who loved getting tickled around here anymore.

“You hung the wreath up just right,” Ranpo said nonchalantly, grinning and continuing to tickle consistently yet gently. “That means you’ve earned a reward~”

No one had the heart to say otherwise when Sigma was laughing so happily.

43) Lee Dazai, Ler Fyodor

“Dazai.”

“Hmm?”

“Kindly remove your foot from my knee, please.”

A slow, wicked smirk. “Why should I?”

Fyodor’s face was impassive, but his clenched jaw gave him away. He took in a slow, intentional breath, studied the board, and moved a piece. “Your turn.”

“Such focus,” Dazai teased, dropping his eyes to the board himself. He made a show of putting his chin in his hands as if seriously contemplating his next move, all while his socked toes dragged purposefully along the side of the Russian man’s knee.

Fyodor’s breath hitching was near silent, but Dazai heard it, and it made all of this worth it.

The brunette moved a piece with flourish, then leaned forward to gaze lovingly at his partner as though they were at a romantic dinner and not playing chess. “Your turn~” he cooed, reaching under the table to replace his foot with his fingers, gently squeezing Fyodor’s kneecap.

The demon let out a soft curse in Russian, clenching a fist on the table, glaring at Dazai. “Be very careful, Dazai. You wouldn’t want to regret your actions, now, would you?”

Dazai fluttered his eyelashes at him. “Oh, but I would~”

Fyodor scoffed, made his next move, then leaned back in his seat with a triumphant smile. “Check.”

Dazai glanced at the board again and blinked, quirking a brow. “Hmm.” He dropped his hand from his partner’s knee to move a piece, and that was when Fyodor struck, grabbing his foot when it came back up to tease him and wiggling his fingers against the socked sole.

The detective squawked in surprise, gripping the table to keep from ruining their game, giggling helplessly as he did so. “Ah! Fyohohohoho!”

“Well? Better move, Dazai, or this game will be over and your safety from my wrath is forfeit.”

Dazai – curse him – somehow managed a wobbly smirk in the midst of his giggles and said, “Perhaps I wahahahant to suffer your wrahahahath, bunny~”

Then he purposely moved a piece that wouldn’t help him at all, officially giving the Russian the game.

Fyodor’s eyes grew cold and menacing in that way that Dazai both loved and feared.

“Very well, detective. You want me to tickle you so badly?” All at once Fyodor flipped the table and dove for Dazai, who screeched in delighted terror as those hands descended on his torso, drawing out even louder laughter. “You’d best be prepared to beg me for mercy in order to gain your freedom, love.”

44) Lee Dazai, Ler Fyodor

Dazai didn’t get nervous easily. It took a lot to get him to a point where he was truly on edge, worried that his actions had severe consequences, even scared that he might not make it out of a situation unscathed.

Looking at Fyodor now, this was one of those very rare times.

“Now, bunny,” he said, a slight waver in his voice that only made his partner’s evil smile grow. “Let’s…let’s be rational about this.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” the Russian replied, grabbing onto his wrist and yanking him forward so he could wrap his other arm around the detective in an iron grip. “You’ve chosen your fate.”

“But—” Dazai was cut off with a choke on his own giggles, biting his lip to try and stave off the smile that threatened to break free. He failed miserably.

“How badly should I punish you, lyubov’?” Fyodor mused, easily maneuvering to grasp Dazai’s other wrist as well, holding both captive against his chest while the other dug precise fingers into his ribs, forcing the brunette to squirm in place and snicker, his face aflame.

“You k-knohohohow I lihihihihike when you plahahahay dihihihirty,” Dazai attempted to flirt/tease/flatter in an attempt to get out of this mess. “B-But yohohohohou’ll hahahahahave to find sohohomething else to use agahahahainst me—EEEEK!!”

Fyodor’s voice and gaze were as calm and cold as ever. “Will I?”

“WAHAHAHAHAIT, BUNNY!!” Dazai was full-on struggling now, laughter spilling out of him as his wicked partner dug mercilessly into his hip, making him writhe against his chest uselessly.

“I know you enjoy tickling to an extent, love,” Fyodor said, leaning down to whisper the next part directly in the brunette’s ear. “But everyone has their breaking point.”

Dazai was beyond nervous now – he was both elated and terrified of what he knew was about to be the worst tickle torture he’d ever endure in his life. In fact, he might actually be tickled to death this time.

What a way to go.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, HAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY, BUNNY—!!”

Fyodor only chuckled and started dragging him – still laughing and struggling – to a more convenient location.

“Devils like us don’t deserve mercy, Osamu.”

45) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Dazai’s blowing on Chuuya’s ear and eliciting such a squeal as to put the loudest pig on Earth to shame was purely accidental – it really was!

They’d been on a walk – something Chuuya insisted upon despite Dazai’s desperate desire to stay inside and lounge on his day off – when the detective noticed a piece of dandelion fluff cutely trapped just behind his ear. He’d only intended to help out by blowing a puff of air to dislodge it, but the way Chuuya spasmed and nearly lost his footing made him stop in his tracks and stare.

“Chibi?”

“Not a word!” Chuuya snapped, turning to face him with a pink flush to his cheeks and that adorable scowl he got when he was embarrassed. “Not one fucking word from you!”

Dazai bit his lip more as a mock showing of compliance than an attempt to hold back his smile, which he did not. Instead of speaking, he hummed knowingly, which only seemed to make things worse.

“Shut up, okay?! I know!” Chuuya huffed, turning his back and crossing his arms. “I’m stupidly sensitive, even the smallest things make me freak out, it’s totally ridiculous—”

Still without a word, Dazai gently wrapped his arms around his partner’s shoulders from behind and hugged him gently. “Mm-mm,” he hummed in disapproval, shaking his head.

“On second thought, you not saying anything is almost making this worse,” Chuuya muttered. “So fine, say whatever you wanna say.”

“Yes, you’re really sensitive, but that’s one of the things that make you so adorable, chibi,” Dazai said softly, briefly squeezing him again. “Just because I like to make fun of you doesn’t mean I think it’s stupid. You’re just fun to pick on.”

Chuuya huffed, but his blush darkened, and Dazai smiled and gently blew on his ear a second time.

“Shit,” Chuuya whimpered through a helpless giggle, scrunching his shoulders defensively. “Don’t do that, asshole.”

“But it’s cuuuuute,” Dazai whined, immediately in playful mode as he hugged his boyfriend from behind and blew tiny puffs of air on each of his ears, making him snicker and squirm in place, only half trying to escape. “And you know you like it, Chuuuuya~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhuhut up,” the redhead complained, but his bright smile gave him away. He held onto Dazai’s arms around his shoulders but didn’t try to fight him off. He knew he was being obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. Dazai had told him he was adorable like this. And, well…

Who said he didn’t like being called cute from time to time?

46) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Oh?” Fyodor mumbled with a sleepy smile as Dazai pushed the covers aside to loosely straddle his hips, grinning down at him. “You want to go another round already? I thought I’d tired you out.”

Dazai ran his hands up and down his partner’s arms. “You did. I’m too tired to go again right now, bunny. Don’t worry.”

“Hmm. Then what are you doing?”

Dazai tilted his head as though the answer should be obvious, lightly trailing his hands down Fyodor’s chest. “Just thinking of how I can get you back.”

“Aha.” Fyodor smirked up at him. “And what have you concluded, moy blestyashchiy?”

The detective hummed again, dramatically shifting into a “thinking very hard” pose. Then his eyes lit up like fireworks and he snapped his fingers. “I know!”

He wasn’t even touching Fyodor – he was hovering almost six inches above him, in fact – but the sight of Dazai’s wiggling pointer fingers over his bare torso made the Russian full-body shiver, and he instinctively brought his arms in to protect himself, despite not actually needing to…yet.

“Moya lyubov’,” Fyodor muttered, his voice wavering ever so slightly, “don’t do it.”

“Don’t do what?”

The Russian wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that trick. He attempted a glare, but it was halfhearted at best with the way the brunette was beaming down at him.

“Worth a shot,” Dazai chuckled, switching from wiggling just two fingers to wiggling all of them, darting down as though he were about to attack before pulling back at the last second. It was worth it to hear Fyodor’s sharp intake of breath, to watch him twist uselessly to the side as if he could go anywhere like this.

“Dazai, don’t.”

“Don’t what, bunny?”

Fyodor hated the way the too-smart-for-his-own-good detective was looking at him. Like he was just waiting for an invitation, an excuse to go for it – like hearing him sputter out helpless giggles would give him all the fuel he needed to get through his next day.

“Don’t…tease me,” Fyodor relented, refusing to make eye contact. “Just do it already, pridurok.”

“I don’t know what you called me, but I’m sure it was a loving pet name, right, bunny?” Dazai giggled, then finally brought his wiggling fingers down to Fyodor’s sides, watching him arch and snicker with immense satisfaction.

“Ya tehehehehebya nenahahahahavizhu!”

“Love you too, Fyo~”

47) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

The bed shifted for the millionth time, followed by a heavy, resigned sigh.

Chuuya opened his eyes and mumbled, “Can’t sleep?”

“No.”

Dazai had nights like this sometimes. He could usually get a few hours of sleep at least, but sometimes even those few precious hours escaped him when the world was heavy on his mind. He’d toss and turn and make it difficult for Chuuya to sleep, too, but the redhead couldn’t complain when he knew how bad his partner’s mental state was on nights like this.

He shifted as well and lifted his arm. “Come here.”

Without a word of protest or teasing, Dazai did as he was told.

“The little spoon, idiot.”

Chuuya heard the brunette chuckle softly before rolling over so he could assume the position the mafioso wanted. The smaller man snuggled up to his back and wrapped his arm around him, hugging him close before lightly dragging his nails down his lover’s ribs.

Dazai sucked in a sharp, surprised breath and sputtered a few giggles. “Chuuyaaaa…”

“Hush. Just relax. I know this is your favorite spot.”

Favorite may not have been the right word, but it was close enough – it was the spot that helped him relax, helped him melt into the mattress and surrender completely. It would help him drift off, hopefully with good dreams to follow.

A rustling on the other side of the brunette told Chuuya that Dazai was clenching the pillow as he giggled into it, trembling a little but not actually squirming or trying to escape.

“Hmm,” the redhead hummed, hugging him closer and kissing his shoulder blade.

“Whahahahahat?”

“Just soaking up your little laughs. They’re cute. They sound like a lullaby.”

He knew Dazai was blushing. He didn’t need his eyes open to know what that hitch in his partner’s breathing meant. “Shuhuhuhuhut up.”

“I’m letting you get away with that only because you need sleep,” Chuuya grunted, allowing himself one harder pinch to Dazai’s hip in retaliation. He smirked when the brunette squeaked and jumped. “Rest, Dazai. I’ve got you.”

Dazai closed his eyes and let himself be gently and ticklishly lulled into slumber at last.

48) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“You’re ridiculous.” The words came out as a scoff, but Chuuya was smirking, and really, Dazai was too far gone to notice or care at this point.

In the early days, the brunette had been whiny and shy whenever his redheaded subordinate tickled him like this, even though he always obviously wanted it. Nowadays the shyness was mostly evaporated, but the whininess had evolved into something more purposeful and goading. He did it now, hands gripping Chuuya’s wrists but never pushing him away.

“Chihihihihihihihibi!”

Well, the name-calling certainly wasn’t doing him any favors.

“Call me that again and I’ll strangle you, you freak,” Chuuya growled, shifting his tone and position, sliding his hands to Dazai’s waist and pressing into his hip bones with determination.

Dazai squealed and arched his back, giggles morphing into laughter, his stupidly beautiful face half obscured by the bandages he insisted on wearing. “Prohohohohohohohomise?”

“Son of a—” Chuuya was still getting used to the casualness with which Dazai referred to his own demise. He growled. “Obviously not, moron!” He switched up his technique again, from digging to crazed scribbling along Dazai’s waistline, unable to help the tiny smile on his lips when the brunette squealed again and dissolved into wheezing giggles. “Heh, you enjoying yourself, boss? You’re holding onto me but you’re not pushing me away.”

“Huhuhuhuhuhush!”

Ah – another thing Chuuya was getting used to. How easily teasing took Dazai down in these situations. He smirked anew.

“I will not. You obviously love it. Why else would you keep bugging me into tickling you silly? You just need a breather, don’t you? Want me to tickle you until you can’t remember anything else?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Dazai whined again, his grip on Chuuya’s wrists tightening.

Chuuya hummed, gradually dragging his tickling fingers up from Dazai’s hips to his sides and ribs and eventually—

The brunette’s grip tightened, his visible eye wide with excitement despite his pleading, “Nohohohoho, Chuuya!”

“Oh, now you call me by my name,” the redhead taunted, activating his ability for the first time to pry Dazai’s fingers from his wrists. “When I’m about to go for the kill.”

“Plehehehehehehehehease!”

“Hmm…please what?”

Dazai didn’t say anything, just looked up at him with a mix of excitement and nerves, giggling despite himself. He lasted about five seconds before tearing his gaze away. There was the lingering shyness, but Chuuya wouldn’t allow it to last.

He drove his hands into Dazai’s armpits, enjoying the fresh shriek and subsequent laughter he pulled from his irritating superior. “I’ll assume that since you didn’t specify, what you meant was to please keep tickling you, right, Dazai?”

49) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

It came as no surprise to Astushi that Dazai refused to remove his bandages even at the beach.

To his credit, the man at least wore a plain white t-shirt and shorts, but the bandages remained stubbornly in place. Atsushi had never given much thought to them – chalking it up to yet another of the brunette’s bizarre quirks – but at this point even he had to wonder what was under them.

“You’re not getting in the water, Atsushi?” Dazai asked him now, standing over him with a knowing smile as Atsushi lounged under an umbrella, taking in the warmth of the sand beneath and the sun above.

“I’m not a fan of water, really,” Atsushi replied.

“But you can swim, can’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“You dove into that river to rescue me when we first met, after all.”

Atsushi blushed and glanced away. “Those were different circumstances.”

Dazai hummed and sat down beside him, seemingly uncaring of the fact there was no towel in the spot he chose to place his rear end. “So many beautiful women here. I wonder if any of them would—”

“Don’t even think about it, Dazai,” Atsushi groaned, unable to muster up the energy to snap at him like he normally would have. “This is a public beach, meant for relaxing and having fun. Don’t ruin it.”

The brunette gave him a wicked smirk. “Why, I was only going to muse about whether any of them would want to have a drink with me at the tiki bar~”

Atsushi was 100% certain that wasn’t what his boss had been about to say, but he let it go. “Well, go find one to ask and let me relax in peace.”

“Oh? Am I bothering you, Atsushi?”

The instant he felt fingers scribbling into his unfortunately very exposed tummy, Atsushi knew he’d made a mistake. He yelped and curled in on himself, giggling and giving his friend a wide-eyed, pleading look. “Nohoho, wait—”

“Does this bother you? Huh? How about this?” Dazai chuckled, easily keeping up with his squirming as Atsushi rolled onto his side and then began flailing, hysterical giggles pouring out of him unfiltered. Then one of his tickling fingers slipped into his belly button, and Atsushi shrieked, and the brunette teased, “Oooh, how about this? Does this spot bother you, Atsushi?”

“Dahahahahahahahazai!” Atsushi pleaded, desperately trying to cover his tummy with his arms, sand raining down on them both as he kicked and writhed. “Plehehehehehehease! No fahahahahahahair!”

“I’m just relaxing and having fun, Atsushi~ Isn’t that what you said one does at the beach? Hmm?” Dazai grinned playfully, grabbing one of his flailing arms and skittering his fingernails into his ribs instead.

Atsushi squealed and cried, “Plehehehehehehehease! No mohohohohohohohore!”

Finally Dazai let him be, ruffling his hair before getting to his feet. Atsushi let out a few leftover giggles and grinned up at him as he dusted himself off as best he could, eyes scanning the beach. “Let’s see now…ooh! Maybe that redheaded beauty would be a good place to start!”

With a wave, Dazai took off toward his intended target of affection. Atsushi pitied the poor individual, but not enough to get up and try to stop him. With a smile, he lay back down and closed his eyes. He was already feeling warmer both inside and out.

50) Switches Shin Soukoku

“The stars are so pretty,” Atsushi murmured into the quiet night air.

“Like your eyes,” Akutagawa replied with no hesitation.

Atsushi turned to stare at him, dumbfounded. Had he really just…?

Akutagawa sensed the shift in the air and turned to face him as well, face impassive. “What?”

When Akutagawa had suggested – almost shyly – that Atsushi go stargazing with him, the weretiger was floored. Not only because it was such a normal thing to do, but because he’d recently learned that it was something Akutagawa did because he genuinely loved it, and because it brought him peace. To be allowed into that sacred space with him had meant everything to the younger man.

The last thing he’d expected tonight was for a comment like that to come out of his partner’s mouth.

Atsushi grinned. “That was…oddly sweet of you.”

Akutagawa scoffed, turning his eyes back to the skies, but it didn’t stop the hint of pink from flooding his cheeks. “It’s a point of fact, weretiger. Forget I said anything.”

“Aww, are you embarrassed now?” Atsushi teased, poking his ribs. When his partner flinched, he only grinned wider, repeating the action. “It’s so rare to hear you sound sentimental. Do you really think my eyes are pretty, Ryu?”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa warned through a growly giggle, but Atsushi ignored him, moving to crawl on top of him and lightly tickle his sides, pressing kisses into his neck.

“Tell me again, Ryu,” he said sweetly, smiling at the way the older man gasped and tried to suppress his snickers with the sleeve of his coat. “Tell me my eyes are pretty again. Please, darling?”

Akutagawa let out a tiny whimper at the last kiss pressed into his neck, and then all of a sudden, the tables were turned.

Atsushi blinked up at the starry sky just as Akutagawa entered his vision, straddling him with an evil smirk. “You want to hear it again, huh, weretiger?” Fingers drilled into his sides in retaliation, making Atsushi squeal and arch his back, giggling freely. “You want me to tell you your eyes are beautiful? That I could get lost in them forever, that I love your stupid face? Hmm? Is that what you want, darling?”

Atsushi squealed again, covering his face with both hands as he giggled and whined, “Nohohohoooo, don’t cahahahahall me thahahahahat!”

“Oh? But you said it to me first, weretiger. I assumed you’d appreciate the reciprocation.” Akutagawa began scribbling wildly along his tummy. “Is this not what you wanted?”

“Plehehehehehehease! Ryuuuuu!” Atsushi begged, clutching his partner’s shoulders as he shook with laughter. “I’m sohohohohohorry, just plehehehehehehease! Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho!”

Akutagawa slowed to a stop, cupping Atsushi’s cheek as he regained his breath and blinked up at him with a smile. The mafioso murmured, “Never apologize for being so perfectly you, Atsushi.” Then he leaned down and kissed him as the stars continued to twinkle overhead.

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Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #41-50

A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are SenGen.

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41) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Quit moving so much,” Senku grumbled, grasping Gen’s wrists to hold him still. “Calm down. I’m trying to help you.”

“Senku, why is it so—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” The scientist couldn’t help but eye his partner a little bit, rolling his eyes with a tiny blush. “You should be asking why you chose this costume, of all things.”

“What?” Gen looked at him over his shoulder. “Because you like it. Why else?”

Senku huffed as he finally got the skirt up over his partner’s hips. “Like it? It’s a dress.”

“It’s a maid outfit,” Gen corrected haughtily, “and I know for a fact you were ogling me when I tried it on as a joke. If I hadn’t left my phone in my jeans pocket, I would have absolutely taken a picture of you.”

“And then I would have confiscated your phone for a week,” Senku muttered.

“But you wouldn’t have made me delete the photo?”

“That was implied, genius.”

Gen smirked, shimmying in the costume the tiniest bit. “You know you want me~”

And then the skirt detached from the blouse.

“Arms up!” Senku cried, grasping at the material before it could rip any further. “If you were going to humiliate the both of us this way, why didn’t you at least get something that wasn’t the cheapest, thinnest fabric on the planet?”

Gen’s wiggling eyebrows were all the answer he needed.

“Right.” The scientist rolled his eyes. “Fine, hold still. I’ll try to pin it in place or something.”

As Senku fiddled with the ripped fabric, trying to get it to stay in place without hitching up any higher than it already was, Gen kept his arms up and out to the sides for him to work easier. The younger man was grateful for the diligence, but there were still occasional twitches – sometimes even light snickers.

“Don’t mock me,” he grumbled. “I’m doing the best I can here. I’m a scientist, not a seamstress.”

Gen giggled even harder at that.

Senku glared, then grinned wickedly. “You know what? Forget it.”

“What – ah! Senku!” Gen cried in surprise when he was suddenly tackled onto the bed and pinned there face down. “What are you – eeeep! Nohohohohohoho!”

“This costume was all for me anyway, right?” Senku challenged, tickling his partner’s ribs and sides from behind teasingly. “Well, let’s skip to the part where you take it off again.”

“Aha! So you dohohohohoho lihihihihike it!” Gen sounded triumphant even through his giggles, and it annoyed the scientist so much he flipped him over, straddled him, and dug into his underarms instead. “GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! SENKU!!”

Senku chuckled. “You are ten billion percent going to pay for that, mentalist~”

42) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku knew how to handle a lot of things, but one thing he could never quite seem to get a grasp on was the way Gen’s incredibly soft, loving kisses affected him.

Gen held his hand gently, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss along his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand and the palm of it, gradually working his way down as he untied the bindings Senku always kept around his wrists – a clear indicator that he intended to move on to something more very soon.

Senku shivered, so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do. Gen’s breath along his increasingly bare wrist sent tingling sensations down his arm that made his entire body freeze, something in him dying to rise up in response to it. He bit his lip at first, but keeping his involuntary smile at bay was impossible, and when Gen fluttered his eyes open to look at him with an adoring gaze, the mentalist smiled right back at him, making butterflies explode in the scientist’s stomach.

Gen didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The bindings came loose entirely and fell to the floor between them, and his kisses descended downwards even more, so gentle against the skin of Senku’s wrist and so incredibly effective.

Senku brought his free hand up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his smile and keep his giggles at bay. A myriad of emotions were warring inside of him. His heart raced at the feeling of the mentalist’s lips on his skin but he couldn’t stop shivering at how much it made him want to laugh, and he loved Gen so much but he was infuriating and devious and the most caring man he’d ever known and—

The further Gen traveled the more he lost the battle until the mentalist gently scratched his nails along the inside of the scientist’s wrist and finally drew a muffled snicker out of him.

Gen chuckled. “Ticklish, Senku?”

“Shut up,” Senku grumbled around another giggle, feeling heat flood his cheeks and ears, which he knew would only encourage Gen further.

Sure enough, the mentalist wasted no time in pushing him down to the floor, pinning him down and capturing both arms at once as he comfortably sat on his waist, rapidly switching between kissing and blowing on Senku’s wrists until the scientist was a dark red mess of giggles and weak protests and pleas for him to show mercy and just move on already.

Gen loved tickling Senku to pieces. But he loved watching him come undone at the softest of kisses even more…

43) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku really should have known something was up with the way Chrome kept glancing over his shoulder and trying not to smile, but the last thing he’d expected to be behind him was the wicked mentalist Asagiri Gen.

He was in the midst of explaining how to build a relatively simple item to Chrome so that the brunette could then relay it to Kaseki. From the way his friend kept getting distracted he assumed Ruri must be behind him, or perhaps Suika and the rest of the kids playing around. He didn’t much care, so long as Chrome absorbed what he was saying, which it was obvious he was still doing.

So it caught him by complete surprise when he suddenly felt something extremely ticklish press against his neck from behind, drawing out a startled shriek, which he was instantly embarrassed to have let loose so freely.

Chrome nearly doubled over in laughter, but before Senku could get after him or Gen – because obviously it was Gen – or both, the mentalist switched positions and kissed his neck on the other side this time, making him giggle involuntarily.

“Mentalist, stop—” Senku protested, bringing his hand up to shove him away, but that’s when Gen squeezed his now open side and drew a bark of laughter from the scientist. “Stohohohop!”

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Gen teased into his ear, tickling his sides gently and still kissing his neck. “Do go on. You were explaining something to dear Chrome, weren’t you, Senku-chan?”

“You blahahahasted mentalist – AIEE!!” Senku’s hands flew down to desperately pry at Gen’s tickling fingers while twisting his head away as frantic laughter burst from him beyond his control. He could feel Gen’s lips on his earlobe now, and dear god if it didn’t tickle like crazy!

Chrome finally recovered from his own laughing fit and shook his head with a fond smile. “Get a room, you two,” he teased affectionately, casually moving around them to rejoin Kaseki and explain what Senku had just explained to him, leaving the lovebirds to their playing around.

He figured he had the gist of what he needed anyway.

44) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You’re not ticklish? Then you won’t mind if I tickle you, right?”

Senku swallowed, gritted his teeth, and glared at his boyfriend, who lay smirking beside him in the bed they shared. “Gen. Do not.”

“Why are you worried?” Gen teased, slowly sliding a hand over his chest with a wink. “If you’re not ticklish, it shouldn’t bother you if I try, right?”

The two-toned man curled his fingers into the space between his underarm and ribs, and Senku jolted.

“Fine,” he hissed. “Fine, I’m ticklish. Just don’t—”

Gen was straddling and tickling him relentlessly in an instant, ignoring the protests his boyfriend spewed at him.

Senku’s eyes shot wide open, laughter bursting out of him before he even knew where it was coming from. “Gen! Nohohohohohohoho!” He clamped his arms to his sides and tried pushing him away. “Stohohohohohohop! Dohohohohohon’t!”

“You dirty little liar~” Gen chuckled, raking his nails down Senku’s ribs to squeeze his sides. “You are ticklish!”

As if to prove his point, Senku screeched and bucked his hips, laughter turning hysterical with every touch along his sides. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Gen giggled. “Ooh, good spot, huh?”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!” Senku pleaded, feeling heat flood his cheeks. Was he blushing?! “S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEASE, STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Aww, but I like hearing you laugh, Senku~”

In a blind frenzy, Senku started swatting at him, swinging his arms around to try and make any kind of contact to get his evil boyfriend to stop. Laughter poured out of him despite himself. “PLEASE, GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! PLEASE!! PLEASE, I’LL DOHOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!!”

Finally, the mentalist slowed to a halt. He smirked. “Anything?”

“Y-Yes! Anything, just…” Senku giggled, taking the opportunity to grab his wrists and shove them safely away from his sides. “Just…stop.”

Gen quirked a brow, observing him carefully. Despite his words and his actions, Senku didn’t look distressed in the slightest. He didn’t look excited, either, though – simply resigned, as though he’d already accepted that he might be thrown into uncontrollable fits of laughter again at any moment. The idea sent a thrill through the mentalist.

“Anything, hmm? All right, then…” Gen gently pulled his arms out of Senku’s grasp and brushed some stray hair from his face. “Tell me you love me?”

Senku grinned. “And here I thought you were about to demand something impossible.”

45) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

“I’ll tickle it out of you.”

“Uh-huh – wha-huh?!” Ukyo stammered, so shocked by the threat that he couldn’t even form a coherent reply. He immediately backed away from Chrome, holding his hands out in front of him defensively. “Waitwaitwait – you don’t need to resort to such drastic measures—”

“You gonna talk on your own, then?” Chrome smirked, wiggling his fingers teasingly.

Ukyo couldn’t help but break in to a huge smile reflexively, already fighting back giggles. “No! Don’t – please don’t – I’m so ticklish, Chome!”

Chrome laughed, watching as his friend continued to get more and more flustered with every step he took until he’d finally backed himself into a wall, eyes going wide. The brunette wiggled his fingers even faster. Ukyo slid down the wall and curled up on the ground, arms shaking as he held them out protectively, giggling already.

“I haven’t even touched you yet!” Chrome teased, kneeling in front of him, wiggling his fingers in the air above Ukyo’s knees, then his torso when the white-haired man fell over entirely. “Your fight or flight response is terrible. You’re just laying down and letting me come for you!”

“Plehehehehease!” Ukyo cackled, already pink in the cheeks, the anticipation of Chrome getting closer and closer enough to drive him into a ticklish panic. He squirmed, wrapping his arms around his ribs. “Chrohohohome!”

“Last chance, Ukyo,” Chrome said, wiggling just above his most ticklish spot. “You gonna tell me why you’ve been so secretive lately?”

Ukyo whined through his helpless laughter, shaking his head, and finally Chrome descended, gently pinching and prodding his open belly, the light touch enough to send the archer into fits of loud, hysterical laughter. He really was the most ticklish person the brunette had ever known. “You did this to yourself, my friend. Just remember that.”

Ukyo screamed when Chrome finally straddled him, keeping him pinned in place, easily tickling through his meager defenses and turning the older man into a helpless mess of screeching, pleading laughter and – eventually – all kinds of spilled secrets.

46) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Admit you’re adorable and this all stops,” Gen teased, smiling at Senku’s unstoppable giggle fit. He gently raked his nails up and down the scientist’s bare calves, sitting on his ankles to keep him from wiggling or kicking.

Senku squealed into the grass, grasping fistfuls of it in his ticklish haze, ears and cheeks a beautiful bright red as he blushed. “Stohohohohohohop! It really tihihihihihihickles, mentalist!”

“Does it~?” Gen chuckled, continuing his slow, torturous pace. “I couldn’t tell~”

“Lehehehehehehet me go! I hahahahahave work to dohohohohohoho!”

“Like I said, once you admit you’re adorable I’ll be happy to let you continue on your way.”

Senku whined, trying to push himself up or roll over or something to relieve the maddening sensations, but his limbs were too shaky and he collapsed back onto the ground face-first, giggles turning so desperate he started to wheeze.

Gen though it was the most adorable thing in the universe.

“Aww, can’t take a little light tickling, Senku-chan~?” he snickered, loving his partner more and more with every squeak, every helpless gesture, every shade of red painting his ears and neck and cheeks. Senku was so adorable it was unfair.

“Plehehehehehehease stohohohohohohop,” Senku begged, sounding resigned and tired and happy all at the same time. “Plehehehehehehease, mentalist!”

“You know what you have to do. If you’re stalling this much you must be enjoying yourself, right, dear Senku?”

“Gehehehehehehehen!” Senku shrieked when Gen traveled further up to the backs of his knees, his flailing becoming more frantic, giggles turning to laughter. “Nononono plehehehehehehease! Stohohohohohohop it! It tihihihihihickles so bad! Gen!”

“Hmm, that’s too bad~” Gen giggled, beaming from ear to ear.

Finally Senku clenched his fists and gave up, laughing and begging, “Okahahahahay, fine, I’m…a-adohohohohohorable…” He was so red he looked like a strawberry, and Gen was loving every second of it. “Blahahahahahasted mentalist, please, lehehehehehet me go alreadyehehehehehe!”

Gen giggled, relented, and flopped down to lay on top of the breathless scientist, kissing his cheek when Senku turned to glare at him. “There you go. Was that so hard?”

Senku groaned.

Gen kissed him again.

47) Lee Gen, Ler Chrome

“Ha! Take that, Gen!” Chrome laughed, thoroughly satisfied when he got the mentalist to burst out laughing with wiggling fingers along his hip, using his other arm to keep Gen from running off. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before pranking me!”

“Ahahahahahaha! Wohohohohohorth it!” Gen squealed, squirming in Chrome’s grip, arms flailing uselessly. “Your fahahahahahahace was pricelehehehehehess!”

“Oh, was it, now?” Chrome growled playfully, tilting his head down to brush his wet hair along the back of Gen’s neck. “How’s this, then? Not so fun when you’re the one getting wet, is it?”

Just a few moments before, Chrome had been foraging in the forest when all of a sudden, a splash of cold water had descended from above, despite it being a warm, sunny day. He’d screamed in surprise, dropping everything he’d gathered so far, and heard distinct, cackling laughter from a tree above him.

At first Gen had refused to come down and get his punishment, but when Chrome started to climb up after him it spurred the mentalist into action. Unfortunately for him, the brunette had an entire lifetime of living in and around forests on his side, and he caught up to the prankster easily.

And now Gen was laughing his head off, trying desperately to free himself from Chrome’s grip, freezing water dripping down his spine thanks to the younger man’s antics. He swore even the tiniest droplets felt ticklish in this situation.

“Plehehehehehease, Chrohohohohome!” Gen begged, giggling so hard he could barely think straight. “I gehehehehehet it! I wohohohohon’t do it agahahahahain! Please!”

Chrome laughed. “Don’t lie to me. I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat, even knowing this would be waiting for you on the other side.”

Gen had to admit, Chrome had him pegged. Still, he tried to plead his case. “Okahahahay fine, I wohohohohould do it again, but plehehehehease! Please stohohohohop; it reheheheheheally tickles!”

Chrome hummed thoughtfully, gave Gen one last good, hard tickling up and down his ribs, and finally let him go. By the time he was done they were both gasping for breath and chuckling quietly. “Now I’m all wet and cold, you jerk. And I dropped everything I’d been gathering today!”

“I’ll h-help retrieve your items,” Gen managed, straightening, still grinning. “You’re ruthless when you want to be, Chrome. Maybe I’ll wait a little longer before pranking you again.”

“Because you’re going to,” Chrome replied with a smirk. “Obviously.”

Gen winked. “Obviously.”

48) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

“Can I tickle you?” Chrome asked sheepishly, glancing at Ukyo out of the corner of his eye.

Ukyo immediately curled up in a protective ball, grinning nervously just from the threat of it. “W-What? Why?”

“Because it’s fun, and your laugh is the best thing ever.”

“What…?” Ukyo shook his head. “I…I don’t know. You know how ticklish I am—”

“I’ll be gentle,” Chrome promised, folding his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please?”

Ukyo blushed. Growing up he’d had lots of friends tickle him because they thought it was funny how ticklish he was, but he’d never had someone ask for permission first before. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “I…um, I guess…? You just – you have to stop when I tell you to, okay?”

Chrome’s face brightened. “Absolutely!” He formed his fingers into claws and wiggled them teasingly. “Here I come~”

Ukyo flushed with embarrassment at the giggles already escaping him, at the way his body shivered and jerked out of the way just from having those fingers hover near his ticklish spots, not actually touching yet.

His friend seemed to be getting a kick out of it. “Dude, I haven’t even started yet!”

“I knohohohohow!” Ukyo cackled, squirming away from Chrome’s fingers before they’d even touched down. “Agh, I c-cahahahan’t help it!”

“You’re so ticklish you don’t even need me to touch you to feel it!” Chrome laughed, finally closing the distance and darting forward as though to attack, making the archer shriek in anticipation. Rather than actually touch him, however, he merely wiggled his fingers crazily just centimeters above his ribs and sides, grinning wickedly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Ukyo wasn’t even aware that he wasn’t being touched. He could still feel the sensations shooting through his body, and he squirmed and laughed just as hard as if he were actually being tickled, cheeks pink with embarrassment and mirth. “Ehehehehehehehe! Chrohohohohohohome! S-Stohohohohohop!”

“Stop? But I haven’t even started,” Chrome chuckled. He watched with satisfaction as Ukyo went to grab his hands and push them away, only to realize there were no hands on him. The archer turned and stared at the brunette in shock. Chrome pulled his hands away and wiggled his fingers in Ukyo’s line of sight. “You’re so ticklish you’re even air ticklish!”

Ukyo crumbled into another round of helpless giggles as Chrome approached him yet again. But whether he actually tickled him or just continued to hover over his spots, the archer had no idea. It didn’t make any difference to him; it tickled like crazy either way.

49) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Can you tickle me?”

The words were so quiet Senku almost didn’t hear them. As it was, it took a few moments for his brain to register them and react, so that by the time he actually looked over at his boyfriend Gen looked like he was crushed, thinking he’d been ignored.

“You want me to tickle you?” Senku asked, already bookmarking his page and setting the textbook aside.

Gen hid behind his throw pillow, but nodded.

Senku chuckled, shifting his weight so he was sitting on the couch facing his partner, his back against the armrest. “Come here then, giggles.”

“Don’t call me that,” Gen mumbled, scooting over to be wrapped up in Senku’s arms anyway. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Nah, it’s scientifically accurate.” Senku wrapped his arms around Gen from behind, pulling his chest to his stomach and gently kissing the back of his neck. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay. You know the safe word, right?”

Gen clutched the pillow to his face even tighter, so flustered he was red as a tomato already. He nodded again. In the next moment he was giggling softly into the fabric, holding it close as he tried to sit still with Senku’s fingers scribbling all over his belly.

“There you go, mentalist,” Senku hummed encouragingly, smiling as well. He knew his boyfriend loved being tickled but was also embarrassed about it, hence why he was hiding behind a throw pillow right now. Eventually he’d work up to getting Gen to remove it so he could see his beautiful blushing face, but for the moment, he just wanted to make sure he felt safe. “Just relax. Let all the giggles out.”

“Sehehehehehenku…” Gen whined into his shield.

“Yes?”

“T-Thahahahank you.”

Senku’s heart flipped in his chest. He groaned and pulled Gen even closer, worming up into his underarms, murmuring in his ear as his partner finally began to laugh for real. “You’ve got to stop being so adorable. You’ll be the death of me one day, I swear. But…” He kissed the back of his neck again, holding him close and tickling softly, lovingly. “…you’re ten billion percent welcome, my dear.”

50) Lee Chrome, Ler Tsukasa

Chrome was staring at Tsukasa, who was watching him with a predatory grin on his face that the blossoming scientist didn’t like at all.

“Don’t look at me all high and mighty like that,” Chrome snapped, though he still took a nervous step back as the much taller, bigger man began to approach him. “S-Stay away!”

“Well, this is quite the discovery,” Tsukasa chuckled in a low, rumbling kind of way that sent shivers down the brunette’s spine. “Does Kinro know about this? You’d make a great addition to the village guard with reflexes like that.”

“Quit teasing me!” Chrome practically yelled, face flushing dark red. He hugged himself defensively. “I can’t help it!”

“I know,” Tsukasa replied, his voice and eyes gentler now, though he never stopped closing in on the smaller man. “And I’m not trying to be mean. I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

Chrome suddenly felt cornered. He let out a tiny whine. “Please don’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m curious to see if you could actually land a punch on me,” Tsukasa replied before gently grasping Chrome by the ribs and curling his fingers in to tickle him.

Chrome’s whole body spasmed and he let out a barking laugh, arms shooting down to try and protect himself in the split second before he started flailing wildly, unable to control his body’s movements with each electrifying tickle. “S-Stop! Nohohoho! I’m g-gohohohonna huhuhuhurt you if you don’t stohohohohop!”

Tsukasa chuckled again. “I’d like to see you try.”

Soon the scientist was a mess of squeaky, whiny laughter, his body squirming and kicking and punching all on its own as his natural desire to defend himself overrode any other thought process. Tsukasa – skilled in combat as he was – dodged each flailing limb easily, breaking through Chrome’s meager defenses with no problem at all, tickling his ribs and belly and armpits in rapid succession. He even managed to squeeze a thigh or knee here and there as well. It was amusing to watch Senku’s student completely lose his composure like this.

“Stahahahahahahap! Plehehehehease, stop, plehehehehease! I’m seheheheherious!” Chrome begged, laughing so hard he was almost wheezing. “I cahahahahan’t tahahahahahake it! Tsukasaaaaaaa!”

Tsukasa slowed to a halt as asked, realizing his friend truly couldn’t hold out much longer. He grinned and ruffled his hair playfully. “Well, you couldn’t manage to hit me, but I still think an untrained fighter would have no chance against you.”

Chrome pushed him away, trying to cover up his residual giggles. “No enemy is going to randomly tickle me in the middle of a fight, you dork!”

Tsukasa poked his ribs one last time, enjoying the squeak he got in response. “Perhaps not, but if we ever end up on opposing sides again, I will not hesitate to tickle you into submission.”

“Shut up,” Chrome muttered, but he was smiling.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #coffee shots #sentence starters #dr. stone #dcst #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #sengen #chrome #ukyo saionji #tsukasa shishio

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intheticklecloset · 3 years ago

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Hello! If you're sentence starters is still open, may i have number one “I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in…” with lee stuck Kageyama lol lers anyone honestly.. Have a great day!

My soul feels so fed this weekend! So many lee Kageyama prompts!! <3

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“I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in,” Noya chuckled, watching Kageyama struggle to get his arms free of the sleeves that had bunched up in an awkward tangle and trapped him in his own jersey.

Kageyama gave him a nervous glance, then scowled and started flapping his arms around like a bird, trying to get free any way he could. Noya continued to snicker at him, as did Hinata, both of whom were finding the whole situation very amusing.

“Are you going to just stand there and laugh or actually try to help me, you moron?” Kageyama snapped at the redhead.

Hinata looked indignant. “Noya’s laughing at you, too!”

“He’s not an idiot like you are!”

“Hey!”

“All right, settle down, first-years,” Noya said, asserting his one-year-older authority just because he could…but only for a moment. In the next he was smirking at Hinata, who smirked back, and then both of them descended on Kageyama’s helpless torso at once.

“W-What?! Hey! No – ahahahahahaha nohohohohoho! Wahahahahahait!” Kageyama squealed with giggles as fingers skittered over the bare skin of his back and tummy, his arms still trapped in their jersey prison. The most he could do was try to shove his attackers away; he wasn’t able to actually pry their fingers off of him or really fight back at all.

“Tickle, tickle, grumpy-yama!” Hinata teased ruthlessly, pinching and scribbling up and down his belly. “You should smile more! It looks good on you.”

“I dohohohohoho smihihihihihile!”

“Not genuinely,” Noya agreed with the redhead, raking his fingernails gently up and down his spine, honing in on his shoulder blades when they seemed to get a good reaction. “All of your smiles look creepy and forced. You should really smile more!”

“Ahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohot thehehehehehehere!” Kageyama shrieked, whipping around to try and free himself from Noya’s tickling fingers along his back, only to suddenly find himself being assaulted the exact same way, but with his assailants’ positions reversed. Now Hinata was tickling him from behind, and he dreaded to find out what would happen if the redhead realized he had a bad spot on his back as well as his front. He whipped around again. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

“Ah, all right, I guess we can let you go,” Noya said, coming to a stop. Hinata kept tickling for a few moments more, then stopped, too. “Give me your arms; I’ll help you get the jersey off.”

Kageyama shakily did as he was told, keeping an eye on Hinata, who looked ready to pounce again at any moment. It was all he could do not to burst into even more giggles just from the thought of it.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #quick prompts #sentence starters #coffee shots #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #kageyama #hinata #noya #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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Halloween Special #27: Arms Up

(Quick explanation: There's no ask for this one because the ask I was going to do originally was for lee Aoyama with this prompt, but I JUST found out yesterday that @made-by-jade-222 did the exact thing I was planning to do, and I didn't want to steal her thunder so I defaulted to SenGen instead, heavily inspired by this art I came across not too long ago. A little hectic, but hey! I made it work. Enjoy! ^^)

Modern AU

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“Quit moving so much,” Senku grumbled, grasping Gen’s wrists to hold him still. “Calm down. I’m trying to help you.”

“Senku, why is it so—”

“What?” Gen looked at him over his shoulder. “Because you like it. Why else?”

Senku huffed as he finally got the skirt up over his partner’s hips. “Like it? It’s a dress.”

“And then I would have confiscated your phone for a week,” Senku muttered.

“But you wouldn’t have made me delete the photo?”

“That was implied, genius.”

Gen smirked, shimmying in the costume the tiniest bit. “You know you want me~”

And then the skirt detached from the blouse.

Gen’s wiggling eyebrows were all the answer he needed.

“Right.” The scientist rolled his eyes. “Fine, hold still. I’ll try to pin it in place or something.”

“Don’t mock me,” he grumbled. “I’m doing the best I can here. I’m a scientist, not a seamstress.”

Gen giggled even harder at that.

Senku glared, then grinned wickedly. “You know what? Forget it.”

“What – ah! Senku!” Gen cried in surprise when he was suddenly tackled onto the bed and pinned there face down. “What are you – eeeep! Nohohohohohoho!”

“This costume was all for me anyway, right?” Senku challenged, tickling his partner’s ribs and sides from behind teasingly. “Well, let’s skip to the part where you take it off again.”

Senku chuckled. “You are ten billion percent going to pay for that, mentalist~”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #quick prompts #coffee shots #halloween specials #dr. stone #dcst #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #sengen #modern au #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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intheticklecloset · 3 years ago

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Laugh Out Loud (SK8 the Infinity)

Summary: See above.

A/N: The video referenced in this fic can be found here. Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,676

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It started out a soft snicker – extremely common for the blue-haired Langa. Reki grinned to himself as he continued to browse the internet with his phone, barely aware of Miya showing Langa something on his until those soft snickers became louder giggles, followed eventually by wheezing laughter. When Reki finally looked up to see what was going on, he was shocked to see Langa nearly in Miya’s lap, doubled over with hysterics, tears streaming down his face.

Reki knew immediately just seeing it once would never be enough.

“Yo, Miya,” he said, barely able to contain his own mirth just for watching Langa get lost in his. “What are you showing him?”

“Some video I found. It’s kind of old but it’s this American lady acting like a total five-year-old.” The younger boy stared at the helpless Langa in his lap and chuckled. “I mean, I thought it was kind of dumb, but apparently Langa thinks it’s hilarious.”

At that moment the lady in said video yelled something through her own laughing fit, which Reki could barely hear, as Miya didn’t have the volume up very loud. Neither of them knew what she said since she was speaking English, but Langa knew, and in the next moment he flopped himself onto Miya’s lap entirely, bursting into the loudest laughter either of them had ever heard from him.

It didn’t take long for Reki and Miya to follow his lead. By the time the video was finally over, all three of them were laughing up a storm – Langa from the video, Reki and Miya from watching Langa.

“Dude,” Reki wheezed once he’d finally regained his breath. “What was so funny?”

“The – the vihihihideo!” Langa laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. He pushed himself back up and sucked in a huge breath of air. “Cahahan you forward that to me? I’ve got to see it again!”

Miya smirked. “Sure. Here, slime – I’ll text you the link.”

“Thanks.” Langa bit his lip to try and control himself, but when his phone buzzed and he saw the link, he burst into giggles again. “Oh, god, why did you show me that? I’ll never recover!”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Reki beamed. “I’ve never heard you laugh so hard, Langa. I didn’t even know you could be that loud!”

Langa merely pressed play on the video, immediately dissolving back into a wheezing giggle fit that had him toppling against the arm of the couch.

Reki gave up on conversation, realizing his friend was way too far gone to even think about communicating at the moment. But he swore on his love for skating he’d hear Langa laugh like that again if it was the last thing he did.

A few weeks went by, during which time the novelty of the video simmered down and Langa stopped finding it nearly as hilarious, but still amusing. In the meantime, both Miya and Reki joined forces to try and find more videos that would make him laugh his guts out again.

When videos didn’t seem to be working, they moved to memes and funny pictures. When that didn’t get a huge reaction, they tried lame joke books, which failed even more since Langa didn’t know enough Japanese to understand why half of the jokes were funny. Miya was ready to give up the endeavor, but Reki wasn’t. He wanted to hear that loud laugh again. He wanted to record it on his phone and use it as a ringtone. He wanted to play it in the dead of night when he was feeling alone. He wanted to hear it all the time. Langa’s laugh was perfect. He wanted more of it.

Think, Reki! What’s a guaranteed way to make him laugh really hard like that? What haven’t we tried?

Then it hit him. At first he shook it off, but the more he considered it, the more it made sense. It was always the quiet ones you had to look out for, right? Reki beamed. He imagined Langa was probably super ticklish; so ticklish he’d squeal if you even poked him. The redhead had to admit, he desperately wanted to be right about this new thought of his. He decided the only way to know was to test it out.

So one evening when they were hanging out alone at the park where Langa had first learned to skate, Reki put his plan into action. He said, “You know, Miya and I have been trying to find other things that would make you laugh as hard as you did when you saw that Chewbacca video for the first time.”

“Oh,” Langa replied softly, nodding. “That explains all the random videos and pictures. And those really lame jokes.”

“You just laughed so hard at that.” Reki beamed at him. “We wanted to see if we could find something to make you do that again.”

“Was I laughing that hard? Huh. I didn’t really think about it, I guess.”

“So I decided that there’s probably only one way to really make you laugh like that again, since all of our masterful plans have fallen through thus far. We have one hope left.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Langa asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Reki smirked at him. “Tickling you.”

Langa’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“Tickling you! It’s so obvious. You are ticklish, aren’t you, Langa?”

The blue-haired boy suddenly turned pink in the cheeks. He was frozen to the spot, like a deer in headlights. “Um…I…I think so, but…”

“Great!” Reki lunged for him, pushing him onto his back and grabbing his arms, holding them out at his sides so he couldn’t fight back. “Then which spot makes you laugh the hardest? Where are you most ticklish?”

“Reki, please, I…I haven’t been tickled in a long time,” Langa said, his voice hushed and nervous. “I don’t know the answer to that.”

“Well, let’s find out!” Reki let go of his arms to dig his fingers into the taller boy’s sides. He grinned triumphantly when he got a snort and some giggling in return for his efforts. “You’re ticklish here, at least.”

“Reheheheki!” Langa whined, clamping his arms down when the redhead traveled up to his ribs and underarms, testing new spots in rapid succession. “Reki, plehehehehehease!”

“Let’s see…your sides are pretty ticklish, but your ribs don’t seem as bad. Your armpits are a good spot, though.” Reki dug in a little harder, enjoying the squeal that erupted from his usually soft-spoken friend. “Tickle, tickle!”

“Dohohohohon’t tehehehease me!”

“All right, all right, fine.” Reki chuckled, moving quickly back down his torso to his belly and hips, then even further to his thighs and knees. Langa squeaked and yelped and giggled at nearly every spot tested, but never did anything more than laugh softly. Though he seemed to be ticklish everywhere, he didn’t appear to be oversensitive in any particular place. Reki was a little disappointed, but honestly, he was just happy to have a way to make Langa smile.

The last spot Reki tried was his feet, which got the biggest reaction thus far. Langa shrieked and laughed, squirming and kicking in an attempt to break free from the torturous tickles, and Reki had a hard time keeping up with his flailing. Still, he kept at it for a few moments before returning to his upper body, pulling Langa’s shirt up to his chest, exposing his bare belly.

Langa sputtered a half-indignant, half-embarrassed, “W-What are you doing now?”

“Just one more test,” Reki promised. “Then I’ll let you go.” He squeezed Langa’s bare sides, then held each of his wrists to the ground as he took a huge breath and blew a raspberry right over his belly button.

To his surprise – and excitement – Langa absolutely screamed with laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA REHEHEHEHEHEKI!! WHAHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOHOING?!”

“Making you laugh, obviously!” Reki giggled. “Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot!” Then he blew another one, and instantly he was transported back to the moment he first heard his friend laugh so hard he cried, gasping for breath all the while. Only this time, he was also pleading for mercy.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!! REHEHEHEHEHEKI, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Langa begged through his hysterics, and when Reki looked up at him, he was pleased to see that his pink cheeks had turned red and tears were threatening to spill at any moment. Langa gulped in a huge breath of air. “P-P-Please, n-not raspberries, I c-c-can’t take them – please, Reki!”

Reki merely gripped his wrists tighter. He smiled. “One more. Then I’m done, I promise.”

Langa whimpered, but he was smiling wide. “Nohohoho, no…”

Reki made this one count. He took in the most air he could, then let it out as slowly as he could, drawing out the raspberry for as long as he could manage, reveling in Langa’s screaming, loving the sound of his helpless laughter.

Finally – as promised – the redhead let him go, gently pulling his shirt back down and rubbing his tummy gingerly. “Okay, I’m done. No more tickling for today.”

“T-Today?” Langa asked incredulously, groaning as he sat up, shoving Reki’s hand away playfully.

Reki beamed at him. “Well, I can’t promise I’ll never tickle you again. I’ll probably do it tomorrow, if I’m being honest. I just love your laugh, Langa. I want to hear it all the time.”

Langa blushed, averting his eyes. “It’s nothing special, Reki. I mean, it’s just a normal laugh.”

“It’s not normal. It’s better than normal.”

“Well…all right. But if you’re going to start tickling me, then you’d better watch your back.” The blue-haired boy winked at him. “I’m not above getting revenge.”

Reki felt his stomach turn excitedly at the words. He giggled before he could stop himself, then slapped his hand over his mouth.

“Oh? You think I’m joking?”

“No! I think you’re being perfectly serious.”

“I am.” Langa smirked, wiggling his fingers teasingly at his friend, watching him squeak and scramble away with amusement. He laughed again, on his own this time. “I’ll get you back for this, Reki. Just you wait!”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #sk8 the infinity #reki #langa #renga #cute #fluff #playful #teasing #raspberries #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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