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statler and waldorf aka the two old gay men from the muppets but what if they were old jews following me around and heckling me when I'm late for shabbat
is this anything
#statler: thank g-d they're running late for shabbat#waldorf: why is that a good thing?#statler: at least we won't have to listen to them sing in shul!#both: DOHOHOHOHOHO#statler: these latkes aren't half bad#waldorf: you're right. they're ALL bad!#DOHOHOHOHOHOHO#these two are EXTREMELY jewish to me!!#you can pry this out of my cold dead hands#muppets#statler and waldorf#jewish headcanons#jewish humor
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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
âDazai!â
The brunette winced, turning with a sheepish look on his face. Kunikida could see his thoughts plainly on his features â caught red-handed.
âOh, hi, Kunikida!â he tried, twirling on his heel so his back was to the ADAâs half-sized Christmas tree. âFancy meeting you here!â
âCut the crap, Dazai.â Kunikida charged toward him. âYou were about to swipe your gifts, werenât you?â
âJust one of them,â Dazai said innocently, holding his hands up in surrender. âI just wanted to get a sneak peek.â
âChristmas is in less than a week. You can wait.â
âOh, come onnnn. Donât you ever have the urge toâ?â
âNo.â
Dazai pouted. âYou wouldnât, party pooper.â
Kunikida sighed heavily. He didnât know why he bothered sometimes. Dazai was impossible, and he knew that even if he got the brunette to leave well enough alone now, heâd just come back later and try it again â likely succeeding this time.
Still, he had to at least try to get him to see reason.
âIt would be rude to your gifter to open it without them present. Theyâll want to see your reaction, you know.â
âWhat if I opened yours, Kunikida?â Dazai asked, batting his eyes in that infuriating way he did when he was trying to play favorites.
âNo! Donât open any of them!â
âAww, pleeeeease?â
Something inside him snapped. Kunikida frowned. âAll right. Youâve left me no choice.â
âWhat? Heeeey!â Dazai screeched as his blonde coworker dragged him over to the nearest couch, shoving him onto it face-first. âWhat are you dohohohohohoing?! Ah! Kunikihihihihida!â
âThis will just have to be enough for now, Dazai. Understand?â Kunikidaâs 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.
âBuhuhuhuhuhuhut I wanna knohohohohohohow what I gohohohohohohot!â
âYouâll know in a week, you moron! Be patient!â
âWhy ahahahahare you beheheheheheing so mehehehehean? AHH!! NOHOHOHOHO!!â Suddenly Dazaiâs 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. âNONONO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!â
âAre you going to leave the gifts alone?â
âFIHIHIHIHINE, OKAY, YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN YOU BIG JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!â
Kunikida was tempted to keep going for that comment, but seeing the desperate look in his friendâs eyes, he decided that was enough for now. He stopped and nodded in satisfaction. âGood. Trust me, it will be worth the wait, Dazai.â
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 didnât know was that all of the gifts under the tree â all of them, even the ones that werenât his â were fakes for this exact reason.
The ADA knew Dazai better than that by now.
*
42) Lee Sigma, Ler Ranpo
âAre you telling me youâve never decorated for Christmas before?â Tanizaki asked incredulously, taking the string of lights from Sigma, who looked at him with a confused and mildly upset expression.
âI havenât exactly been alive all that long,â he murmured.
âOhâŠright. Sorry.â
Atsushi glanced over at them, feeling a pang of sympathy for their new member. âI didnât really know what I was doing the first time, either. I didnât get to participate in the holidays at the orphanage.â
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.
âQuit being so depressing,â Ranpo complained. âItâs Christmas! Candy canes and cocoa and peppermint chocolates andââ
âItâs not all about the food, Ranpo,â Kunikida admonished gently.
âYeah, yeah.â The greatest detective in the world hopped to his feet and grabbed Sigmaâs arm. âCome on. Weâll start with a wreath. Those are easy to manage.â
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 â a rare expression from the brunette.
âTake this hook,â Ranpo instructed, âand put it on the door first, with the curved end facing this way â there you go. Now just hang the wreath on it. Oh! Make sure the bow is on top, though.â
âIs that important?â 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 wasnât, but Ranpo cut through them all. âOf course! The bow is the best part. It has to be on top; thereâs no other way to do it.â
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.
âW-WhatâŠwhy did youâŠ?â he stammered, looking genuinely confused.
Atsushi didnât even have a chance to tell him it wasnât anything heâd done â Ranpo was just like that sometimes â before Dazai called out casually, âGo for the hips, Ranpo~â
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.
âW-Wahahahahahait, wait, whahahahahahat did I dohohohohoho? I dohohohohonât understahahahahand!â 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 wasnât the only one who loved getting tickled around here anymore.
âYou hung the wreath up just right,â Ranpo said nonchalantly, grinning and continuing to tickle consistently yet gently. âThat means youâve earned a reward~â
No one had the heart to say otherwise when Sigma was laughing so happily.
*
43) Lee Dazai, Ler Fyodor
âDazai.â
âHmm?â
âKindly remove your foot from my knee, please.â
A slow, wicked smirk. âWhy should I?â
Fyodorâs face was impassive, but his clenched jaw gave him away. He took in a slow, intentional breath, studied the board, and moved a piece. âYour turn.â
âSuch focus,â 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 manâs knee.
Fyodorâs 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. âYour turn~â he cooed, reaching under the table to replace his foot with his fingers, gently squeezing Fyodorâs kneecap.
The demon let out a soft curse in Russian, clenching a fist on the table, glaring at Dazai. âBe very careful, Dazai. You wouldnât want to regret your actions, now, would you?â
Dazai fluttered his eyelashes at him. âOh, but I would~â
Fyodor scoffed, made his next move, then leaned back in his seat with a triumphant smile. âCheck.â
Dazai glanced at the board again and blinked, quirking a brow. âHmm.â He dropped his hand from his partnerâs 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. âAh! Fyohohohoho!â
âWell? Better move, Dazai, or this game will be over and your safety from my wrath is forfeit.â
Dazai â curse him â somehow managed a wobbly smirk in the midst of his giggles and said, âPerhaps I wahahahant to suffer your wrahahahath, bunny~â
Then he purposely moved a piece that wouldnât help him at all, officially giving the Russian the game.
Fyodorâs eyes grew cold and menacing in that way that Dazai both loved and feared.
âVery well, detective. You want me to tickle you so badly?â 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. âYouâd best be prepared to beg me for mercy in order to gain your freedom, love.â
*
44) Lee Dazai, Ler Fyodor
Dazai didnât 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.
âNow, bunny,â he said, a slight waver in his voice that only made his partnerâs evil smile grow. âLetâsâŠletâs be rational about this.â
âIâm afraid itâs too late for that,â 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. âYouâve chosen your fate.â
âButââ 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.
âHow badly should I punish you, lyubovâ?â Fyodor mused, easily maneuvering to grasp Dazaiâs 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.
âYou k-knohohohow I lihihihihike when you plahahahay dihihihirty,â Dazai attempted to flirt/tease/flatter in an attempt to get out of this mess. âB-But yohohohohouâll hahahahahave to find sohohomething else to use agahahahainst meâEEEEK!!â
Fyodorâs voice and gaze were as calm and cold as ever. âWill I?â
âWAHAHAHAHAIT, BUNNY!!â 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.
âI know you enjoy tickling to an extent, love,â Fyodor said, leaning down to whisper the next part directly in the brunetteâs ear. âBut everyone has their breaking point.â
Dazai was beyond nervous now â he was both elated and terrified of what he knew was about to be the worst tickle torture heâd ever endure in his life. In fact, he might actually be tickled to death this time.
What a way to go.
âPLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, HAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY, BUNNYâ!!â
Fyodor only chuckled and started dragging him â still laughing and struggling â to a more convenient location.
âDevils like us donât deserve mercy, Osamu.â
*
45) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai
Dazaiâs blowing on Chuuyaâs ear and eliciting such a squeal as to put the loudest pig on Earth to shame was purely accidental â it really was!
Theyâd been on a walk â something Chuuya insisted upon despite Dazaiâs desperate desire to stay inside and lounge on his day off â when the detective noticed a piece of dandelion fluff cutely trapped just behind his ear. Heâd 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.
âChibi?â
âNot a word!â Chuuya snapped, turning to face him with a pink flush to his cheeks and that adorable scowl he got when he was embarrassed. âNot one fucking word from you!â
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.
âShut up, okay?! I know!â Chuuya huffed, turning his back and crossing his arms. âIâm stupidly sensitive, even the smallest things make me freak out, itâs totally ridiculousââ
Still without a word, Dazai gently wrapped his arms around his partnerâs shoulders from behind and hugged him gently. âMm-mm,â he hummed in disapproval, shaking his head.
âOn second thought, you not saying anything is almost making this worse,â Chuuya muttered. âSo fine, say whatever you wanna say.â
âYes, youâre really sensitive, but thatâs one of the things that make you so adorable, chibi,â Dazai said softly, briefly squeezing him again. âJust because I like to make fun of you doesnât mean I think itâs stupid. Youâre just fun to pick on.â
Chuuya huffed, but his blush darkened, and Dazai smiled and gently blew on his ear a second time.
âShit,â Chuuya whimpered through a helpless giggle, scrunching his shoulders defensively. âDonât do that, asshole.â
âBut itâs cuuuuute,â 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. âAnd you know you like it, Chuuuuya~â
âShuhuhuhuhuhuhuhut up,â the redhead complained, but his bright smile gave him away. He held onto Dazaiâs arms around his shoulders but didnât try to fight him off. He knew he was being obvious, but he couldnât bring himself to care right now. Dazai had told him he was adorable like this. And, wellâŠ
Who said he didnât like being called cute from time to time?
*
46) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai
âOh?â Fyodor mumbled with a sleepy smile as Dazai pushed the covers aside to loosely straddle his hips, grinning down at him. âYou want to go another round already? I thought Iâd tired you out.â
Dazai ran his hands up and down his partnerâs arms. âYou did. Iâm too tired to go again right now, bunny. Donât worry.â
âHmm. Then what are you doing?â
Dazai tilted his head as though the answer should be obvious, lightly trailing his hands down Fyodorâs chest. âJust thinking of how I can get you back.â
âAha.â Fyodor smirked up at him. âAnd what have you concluded, moy blestyashchiy?â
The detective hummed again, dramatically shifting into a âthinking very hardâ pose. Then his eyes lit up like fireworks and he snapped his fingers. âI know!â
He wasnât even touching Fyodor â he was hovering almost six inches above him, in fact â but the sight of Dazaiâs 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 toâŠyet.
âMoya lyubovâ,â Fyodor muttered, his voice wavering ever so slightly, âdonât do it.â
âDonât do what?â
The Russian wasnât 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.
âWorth a shot,â 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 Fyodorâs sharp intake of breath, to watch him twist uselessly to the side as if he could go anywhere like this.
âDazai, donât.â
âDonât what, bunny?â
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 â like hearing him sputter out helpless giggles would give him all the fuel he needed to get through his next day.
âDonâtâŠtease me,â Fyodor relented, refusing to make eye contact. âJust do it already, pridurok.â
âI donât know what you called me, but Iâm sure it was a loving pet name, right, bunny?â Dazai giggled, then finally brought his wiggling fingers down to Fyodorâs sides, watching him arch and snicker with immense satisfaction.
âYa tehehehehebya nenahahahahavizhu!â
âLove you too, Fyo~â
*
47) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
The bed shifted for the millionth time, followed by a heavy, resigned sigh.
Chuuya opened his eyes and mumbled, âCanât sleep?â
âNo.â
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. Heâd toss and turn and make it difficult for Chuuya to sleep, too, but the redhead couldnât complain when he knew how bad his partnerâs mental state was on nights like this.
He shifted as well and lifted his arm. âCome here.â
Without a word of protest or teasing, Dazai did as he was told.
âThe little spoon, idiot.â
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 loverâs ribs.
Dazai sucked in a sharp, surprised breath and sputtered a few giggles. âChuuyaaaaâŠâ
âHush. Just relax. I know this is your favorite spot.â
Favorite may not have been the right word, but it was close enough â 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.
âHmm,â the redhead hummed, hugging him closer and kissing his shoulder blade.
âWhahahahahat?â
âJust soaking up your little laughs. Theyâre cute. They sound like a lullaby.â
He knew Dazai was blushing. He didnât need his eyes open to know what that hitch in his partnerâs breathing meant. âShuhuhuhuhut up.â
âIâm letting you get away with that only because you need sleep,â Chuuya grunted, allowing himself one harder pinch to Dazaiâs hip in retaliation. He smirked when the brunette squeaked and jumped. âRest, Dazai. Iâve got you.â
Dazai closed his eyes and let himself be gently and ticklishly lulled into slumber at last.
*
48) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
âYouâre ridiculous.â 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 Chuuyaâs wrists but never pushing him away.
âChihihihihihihihibi!â
Well, the name-calling certainly wasnât doing him any favors.
âCall me that again and Iâll strangle you, you freak,â Chuuya growled, shifting his tone and position, sliding his hands to Dazaiâs 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. âProhohohohohohohomise?â
âSon of aââ Chuuya was still getting used to the casualness with which Dazai referred to his own demise. He growled. âObviously not, moron!â He switched up his technique again, from digging to crazed scribbling along Dazaiâs waistline, unable to help the tiny smile on his lips when the brunette squealed again and dissolved into wheezing giggles. âHeh, you enjoying yourself, boss? Youâre holding onto me but youâre not pushing me away.â
âHuhuhuhuhuhush!â
Ah â another thing Chuuya was getting used to. How easily teasing took Dazai down in these situations. He smirked anew.
âI will not. You obviously love it. Why else would you keep bugging me into tickling you silly? You just need a breather, donât you? Want me to tickle you until you canât remember anything else?â
âShuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!â Dazai whined again, his grip on Chuuyaâs wrists tightening.
Chuuya hummed, gradually dragging his tickling fingers up from Dazaiâs hips to his sides and ribs and eventuallyâ
The brunetteâs grip tightened, his visible eye wide with excitement despite his pleading, âNohohohoho, Chuuya!â
âOh, now you call me by my name,â the redhead taunted, activating his ability for the first time to pry Dazaiâs fingers from his wrists. âWhen Iâm about to go for the kill.â
âPlehehehehehehehehease!â
âHmmâŠplease what?â
Dazai didnât 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 wouldnât allow it to last.
He drove his hands into Dazaiâs armpits, enjoying the fresh shriek and subsequent laughter he pulled from his irritating superior. âIâll assume that since you didnât specify, what you meant was to please keep tickling you, right, Dazai?â
*
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 â chalking it up to yet another of the brunetteâs bizarre quirks â but at this point even he had to wonder what was under them.
âYouâre not getting in the water, Atsushi?â 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.
âIâm not a fan of water, really,â Atsushi replied.
âBut you can swim, canât you?â
âYeahâŠâ
âYou dove into that river to rescue me when we first met, after all.â
Atsushi blushed and glanced away. âThose were different circumstances.â
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. âSo many beautiful women here. I wonder if any of them wouldââ
âDonât even think about it, Dazai,â Atsushi groaned, unable to muster up the energy to snap at him like he normally would have. âThis is a public beach, meant for relaxing and having fun. Donât ruin it.â
The brunette gave him a wicked smirk. âWhy, I was only going to muse about whether any of them would want to have a drink with me at the tiki bar~â
Atsushi was 100% certain that wasnât what his boss had been about to say, but he let it go. âWell, go find one to ask and let me relax in peace.â
âOh? Am I bothering you, Atsushi?â
The instant he felt fingers scribbling into his unfortunately very exposed tummy, Atsushi knew heâd made a mistake. He yelped and curled in on himself, giggling and giving his friend a wide-eyed, pleading look. âNohoho, waitââ
âDoes this bother you? Huh? How about this?â 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, âOooh, how about this? Does this spot bother you, Atsushi?â
âDahahahahahahahazai!â Atsushi pleaded, desperately trying to cover his tummy with his arms, sand raining down on them both as he kicked and writhed. âPlehehehehehehease! No fahahahahahahair!â
âIâm just relaxing and having fun, Atsushi~ Isnât that what you said one does at the beach? Hmm?â Dazai grinned playfully, grabbing one of his flailing arms and skittering his fingernails into his ribs instead.
Atsushi squealed and cried, âPlehehehehehehehease! No mohohohohohohohore!â
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. âLetâs see nowâŠooh! Maybe that redheaded beauty would be a good place to start!â
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
âThe stars are so pretty,â Atsushi murmured into the quiet night air.
âLike your eyes,â 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. âWhat?â
When Akutagawa had suggested â almost shyly â that Atsushi go stargazing with him, the weretiger was floored. Not only because it was such a normal thing to do, but because heâd 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 heâd expected tonight was for a comment like that to come out of his partnerâs mouth.
Atsushi grinned. âThat wasâŠoddly sweet of you.â
Akutagawa scoffed, turning his eyes back to the skies, but it didnât stop the hint of pink from flooding his cheeks. âItâs a point of fact, weretiger. Forget I said anything.â
âAww, are you embarrassed now?â Atsushi teased, poking his ribs. When his partner flinched, he only grinned wider, repeating the action. âItâs so rare to hear you sound sentimental. Do you really think my eyes are pretty, Ryu?â
âWeretiger,â 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.
âTell me again, Ryu,â he said sweetly, smiling at the way the older man gasped and tried to suppress his snickers with the sleeve of his coat. âTell me my eyes are pretty again. Please, darling?â
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. âYou want to hear it again, huh, weretiger?â Fingers drilled into his sides in retaliation, making Atsushi squeal and arch his back, giggling freely. âYou 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?â
Atsushi squealed again, covering his face with both hands as he giggled and whined, âNohohohoooo, donât cahahahahall me thahahahahat!â
âOh? But you said it to me first, weretiger. I assumed youâd appreciate the reciprocation.â Akutagawa began scribbling wildly along his tummy. âIs this not what you wanted?â
âPlehehehehehehease! Ryuuuuu!â Atsushi begged, clutching his partnerâs shoulders as he shook with laughter. âIâm sohohohohohorry, just plehehehehehehease! Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho!â
Akutagawa slowed to a stop, cupping Atsushiâs cheek as he regained his breath and blinked up at him with a smile. The mafioso murmured, âNever apologize for being so perfectly you, Atsushi.â Then he leaned down and kissed him as the stars continued to twinkle overhead.
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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.Â
You were sitting on the couch reading, when Yelena came up and approached you.
âCome on Y/N, Natasha and I are going grocery shopping and youâre coming with us!â Yelena said, smirking at your reaction.
You groaned while facepalming and closing your book.
âWhy do I have to go shopping with you guys? Itâs not even fun shopping. Why canât I stay home?â You asked, glaring slightly.
âBecause we want to spend time with you, and itâs a great way to annoy you,â 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.Â
âStop laughing at me,â you pouted.
âThen get up and fix your hair and put on your coat,â Yelena said, still giggling at your state.
âMake me,â you said, throwing your coat on the ground and standing up to face the blonde.Â
âMake you?â Make you go grocery shopping with us? Sure, Y/N!â Yelena said, tackling you back on the couch and calling Natasha over to tickle you to pieces.Â
Yelena held your arms over your head while Natasha came over to sit on your waist.
âNo no no, please! Donât do it!â You cried, already squirming and giggling in anticipation.Â
Oh itâs too late for that now,â Natasha said, smirking down at you. With that, she spidered her fingers all over your sides and stomach, causing you to burst into giggles.
âNohohohohoho stahahahahap ihihihi dihihihidnât dohohohohoho ahahahanythihihing,â you giggled out.
âExcept be a brat and practically beg for us to tickle you to pieces,â Yelena said, reaching down with one hand to tickle your underarms.
âHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,â you laughed, unable to squirm or get away.Â
Natasha was now placing quick pokes over the front of your ribs, a spot she knew you couldnât stand. Much to her expectation, the words that came out of your mouth were no surprise to her.
âOHOHOKAHAY STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,â you squealed, shutting your eyes tight and waiting for the torture to be over.
âAre you gonna come grocery shopping with us?â Yelena asked, tickling lightly under your chin.
âYEHEHEHES STAHAHAHAP,â you shouted, as the two older girls ceased their tickling, allowing you to curl up and catch your breath.
âWow all that over going grocery shopping?â Yelena asked, grinning down at your flushed cheeks.Â
You merely rolled your eyes, now too exhausted to even get up, never mind go out and walk around.
âGet up Y/N, or do we have to go for round two?â Natasha threatened, coming over and wiggling her fingers above you.
âAAAAAAHHH NO,â you screamed out, quickly sitting upright while the two girls laughed at your reaction.
âI didnât even touch you,â Natasha said while giggling.
âWhatever,â you said, putting your coat on and finally getting into the car.
âKids in the back,â Natasha ordered, looking at both you and Yelena.Â
âHey Iâm not a child!â Yelena exclaimed, quickly trying to pull at the front door handle, a split second too late after Natasha locked it with her keys.Â
Natasha smirked triumphantly, holding the keys just out of Yelenaâs 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 werenât about to start a fight you couldnât win.Â
Faster than light, Natasha reached out to quickly squeeze Yelenaâs side, causing the blonde to yelp and pull her arm down.
âYou jerk! Iâm not letting go of this car handle until you unlock it!â Yelena said, turning her chin up to her sister.
âOh really?â Natasha questioned, shoving both her hands into Yelenaâs armpits, causing the blonde to shriek and pull away.
âOK OK IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE,â the blonde yelled, crumpling to the ground.
âNow get up and sit in the back like a good child,â 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.
âWow you gave in faster than I did,â you smirked at her.Â
âShut up,â the blonde responded, while pouting and crossing her arms.Â
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 wasnât paying attention. You reached over and began to jellyfish her knees. The blonde jerked her leg away, while pushing at your hands.Â
âY/N stop it right now!â Yelena said, trying to contain her giggles.Â
âGAH!â You cried out, as the blonde retaliated by jabbing you in the ribs.Â
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.
âYELEHEHEHENAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP,â you whined, not expecting this to be the way it went.
âNever,â the blonde replied, amused at your crazy laughter and violent squirming.Â
âCan you two go five minutes without causing chaos?â Natasha asked, as you guys finally arrived at the store.
âIâm free!â You cried, quickly undoing your seatbelt and running away from Yelena.
âThat will teach you,â 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.
âLetâs go to the mac and cheese aisle,â Yelena suggested.
âThereâs no such thing as a mac and cheese aisle,â you argued.
âWhy not? Itâs the best food on the planet? How could they not dedicate an entire aisle, or even store to it?â Natasha said, sarcastically.
âSee?!?! Natasha agreesâ,â the blonde stopped quickly, realizing that Natasha was just messing with her.
âYOU!â Yelena shouted, charging at the redhead.
Natasha defended herself easily, knowing all of Yelenaâs go-to fight moves.
âNo creating a ruckus at the grocery store, little one,â Natasha reminded the blonde.Â
You guys continued walking around, as Yelena quickly pulled you aside while in the produce section.
âLetâs get revenge on Natasha. Sheâs been winning all day and we canât have that,â Yelena explained.
âBut wonât we get in trouble?â You questioned, wondering if maybe Yelena liked being tickled as much as you did.
âItâs fine, itâs two against one. We can beat her,â the blonde assured you.
âWell, okay. But if this thing goes south itâs on you,â you warned the blonde, as she messed up your hair before whispering the plan to you.
âŠâŠ.
âNatasha we need eggplant, lots and lots of eggplant,â Yelena shouted, dumping ten eggplants into the cart.
âYelena, since when do you eat eggplant?â Natasha said with a quizzical look.
âI love the shape,â Yelena merely said, before running off to find other stuff to put in the cart.Â
You came over a few moments later, dropping some watermelons in the cart.
âMama needs some good melons,â 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.
âAnd since when did you eat pickles?â Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl.
âI like the juice that comes from it,â 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 sisterâs neck, causing the blonde to snort and giggle, while desperately trying to get away.
âNope, youâre not going anywhere. Not until your little partner comes back,â Natasha said, as Yelena continued to suffer.
You came back with a handful of peaches, seeing the torture that Yelena was going through.
âY/N sahahahahave mehehehehehe,â Yelena giggled, scrunching her shoulders up while giggling hysterically.
âY/N, return the peaches back to where they came from. We both know you two donât eat peaches,â Natasha warned, giving you âthe look.â
You knew you were already in trouble with Natasha, so putting the peaches back wouldnât 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 Natashaâs eyes.
âThese peaches look really juicy, if you know what I mean,â you said, shooting a wink at the redhead.
âThatâs it,â Natasha said, grabbing both of you and pinning you two to the ground.
âNO NATASHA NOT IN PUBLIC,â you yelled, not realizing that you were already making a scene.
âEh, youâll be fine,â Natasha replied, using one hand for each of your bellies. She shook her hands into your stomachs, causing you two to belly laugh.
âNATAHAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE,â you begged, as Yelena was busy trying to kick her sister away.
Natasha just used her hand to squeeze Yelenaâs knee, causing the blonde to cackle with laughter.Â
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.
âNow Y/N, you come here and help me tickle Yelena to pieces, okay? Unless you want to be tickled again,â Natasha warned, after you had a moment of hesitation.
âOkay fine Iâll help,â you quickly agreed.
âY/N, donât you dare!â Yelena cried, as Natasha began to tickle her ribs and you went down to get her feet. At this point, you guys didnât care who was staring. This was more important than a few weird looks.
âNOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHA LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEE GOHOHOHO,â Yelena cried out, as Natasha just shook her head.
âI know you roped Y/N into going along with your jokes,â 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.Â
Natasha lightly tickled her sides, asking if she had given up yet.
âYehehehehes plehehehehease nohohohoho mohohohore,â Yelena breathlessly giggled.
âWhat do you think, Y/N? Should we let her go?â The redhead asked you.
âY/N ahahaha ihihif you dohohont stahahahap Iâll gehehet you a thousahahahand tihihimes worse!â the blonde barely managed to get out.
âOkay fine, Iâll be nice,â 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.
âAlright, Y/N, we have one more stop to make,â Natasha said, looking in the rearview mirror.
âWhat? I thought you said we were just going grocery shopping,â you groaned.
âDonât worry Y/N, I think youâll like this,â Natasha said smiling.Â
You rode in the car with high suspicions, until you guys finally arrived.
âHere we are, Y/N!â Natasha announced.
âThe shoe store? For what?â You asked.
âTo get the pair of shoes you wanted!â Yelena said, as a big smile spread across your face.
âReally?!?â You exclaimed, quickly getting out of the car.
You three went inside and found the pair of shoes you had been wanting.
âWow, these are amazing! Thank you guys so much!â You said excitedly.
âAnything for you, little one,â 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.
âNatasha, you seem tired, let me massage you,â the blonde said,kneading Natashaâs shoulders. The redhead immediately scrunched up, trying to get away. Yelena knew she hated this, so it was the perfect revenge.Â
âYELENA! Sthahahahp ihihihit,â Natasha cried out, squirming out of her sisterâs grasp.
âTake your time, Y/N! I still have a lot to do,â 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 couldnât have asked for better big sisters.
#natasha romanoff#yelena belova#natasha x reader#yelena x reader#ticklish!reader#ler!natasha#ler!yelena#ticklish!natasha#ticklish!yelena#teen reader#marvel tickle fic#mcu tickle#mcu tickle fic#marvel fic#black widow#ler!reader#grocery store#tickle fic#avengers tickle#lee!reader#marvel tickle#marvel#ler!nat#widow sisters
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Statler and Wardolf but when they both "Dohohohohoho!" the Umineko Witch Cackle gets played over it.
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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 đ
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!"
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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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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 wasnât 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 Steveâs TV.
âStevie what the heHEHEHEHEHEHELL?â Eddie tried to ask, but his question became more of a scream-laugh as Steve started ruthlessly squeezing at his hips.
âI have had it with your bullshit tonight, Edward Munson,â Steve said in a carefully measured tone, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as Eddieâs eyes widened at the use of his full name. He spidered one hand up Eddieâs side while the other hand clawed at his tummy.
âWhahahahahat did I dohohohohoho?â Eddie wailed as he squirmed, obviously not expecting this particular turn of events.
âYou fucking know exactly what you did, asshole. Iâve been dealing with your shenanigans all night. Obviously you wanted my attention,â Steve continued, tone still dangerously calm, his fingers methodical as he worked to take Eddie apart.
âIhihihihi juhuhuhuhust-â
âI donât 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 wasnât in the cards for me,â Steve said, worming his hands into Eddieâs clamped down arms with devastating accuracy. âI asked you, so nicely, to knock it off, but clearly, you have way too much energy. So, Iâm gonna tickle you until youâre as tired as I am. And Eddie,â Steve leaned down to whisper in his ear. âIâm fucking exhausted.â
Eddieâs eyes were screwed shut, but they flew open when Steve dug his unforgiving hands into his rib cage.
âJehehehesus H CHRIHIHIHIST,â 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. âIhihihihiâm sohohOHOHRRY,â he called out desperately.
âThatâs nice,â Steve said carelessly. âBut I donât care.â 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.
âStehehehevie plehehehehehease,â Eddie begged shamelessly, tears leaking from his eyes.
âSince Iâm feeling merciful this evening,â Steve started, slowing his hands a little so Eddie could comprehend his words. âIâll give you a choice. Hips for two minutes, or everywhere else for ten?â
Eddie felt his face heat up. âIhihihi cahahanât - youâre fuckin mahahaking mehehe choose?â He whined, scrunching up his shoulders when Steve started tracing his neck with his blunt nails.
âIf you donât pick, Iâll just get both,â Steve threatened. âYou have ten seconds.â
Eddie thought wildly, and came to the rapid conclusion that he wanted this ordeal over as fast as possible. âShihihit! Fine! Hips, gohohohod, just get it over wihihihihihith.â
Steve wasted no time doing exactly that, grabbing on to Eddieâs hips and scratching at the bones in the most ticklish way. The sound that left Eddieâs mouth was barely human. He screeched before falling into desperate, raucous laughter, bucking his hips fruitlessly as Steve attacked his worst spot.
âAre you going to keep bothering me?â Steve asked after a moment, raising his voice over Eddieâs cackles.
âNAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,â Eddie managed. âPLEHAHAHAHAHAHHA!â
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.
âNow. I am going to go lay on that couch,â he gestured to the empty space between Max and Robin, âIâm going to close my eyes, and Iâm 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?â
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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Of Predators And Prey
This is for @wolfiegirl625-2 I hope you like it my friend!
âWell, well, well, what have we here?â 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. âCould it be that the pesky little vigilante weâve been chasing for the last thirteen months was fouled up by something as innocent as a misstep on a fire escape platform?â
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.
âWhereâre your boots, mouse?â He plops down by that foot, crossing his legs in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees, and chin on his hands. âYou shouldnât be running around barefoot, thatâs a dangerous game to play.â
âI lostâem.â The captured vigilante gripes softly, pushing at the underside of the grate platform with his free foot, huffing when his predicament doesnât change in the slightest. âBe my hero and help me out?â
âI dunno, squirt, youâve 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.â Keigo grins slightly as he reaches over his left shoulder, pulling his wing around slightly, and plucks a small feather free. âWho am I to pass up the universe presenting me with my cold hard revenge.â He strokes the tip of the feather over the length of the boyâs sole and grins wider when the teenager shrieks. âDid you just shriek? Am I wrong or does this pesky little vigilante have a ticklish lil footsie here for the taking?â
âNo! I donât! Help me fucking down!â The cat themed vigilante kicks at the underside of the platform with his free foot. âThis ainât funny birdbrain!â
âIâm not the one whoâs laughing.â Hawks teases as he threads his feather between the pests second and third toes. âThatâs you.â He saws his feather back and forth and the teen squeals with laughter, toes wiggling wildly, other foot kicking at the platform desperately. âSomeoneâs got some ticklish toesies.â
âI dohohoho nohohohot! Eeeee ahahahahhahahahha stohohohhohoop!â (I do not! Stop!) The vigilanteâs captured foot jerks slightly but doesnât budge any more then that. âHahahahahahawks! Stohohohohoop! Whyhyhyhyhyhyhy!â (Hawks! Stop! Why!)
âWhy?â The hero scratches at the pad of the teenâs big toe with the quill tip of the feather. âBecause this predator likes to play with his prey before he eats it.â 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. âWho knew our troublesome little baby bird has such ticklish footsies and toesies. If Iâd known this all that time ago, I bet Iâd have been able to get you to turn yourself in, easy peesy.â
âStohohohop! Nohohot thehehehere! Nohohot thehehe tohohoes!â (Stop! Not there! Not the toes!) the teen squeals when the two feathers thread between his last four toes. âNoohohohoho! Plehehehease!â
âPlease what?â The teen wants to growl at the amusement on the heroâs voice. âPlease tickle my little toesies?â Keigo moves his feathers back and forth between the teens toes and grins when he squeals and cackles. âWith pleasure.â
âNohohoho! Thahahats nohohohot whahahahahat I meheheheeaahahahant!â (No! Thatâs not what I mean!) those toes wiggle wildly. âGehehehet thehehehem ohohohout! Plehehehehease geheheheet thehehehem ohohohout!â (Get them out! Please get them out!)
âIâll tell you what.â Hawks intones lightly, mercifully pulling his feathers out from between the ticklish vigilanteâs toes, and flicks them over the teenâs sole instead. âWeâll do our interrogation here, you answer my questions, and Iâll stay away from your ticklish little toesies, but you get stubborn or refuse to answer, those ticklish toesies get the feathers, capiche?â
It takes them youth a minute or two to get his breathing under control before he growls. âI donât fuckingâeeieieaiaahahahahahhahaahhahaa nohohoho plehehehehease! Ohohohohohokahahhay! Ohohokay! Iâll dohohohohoho ihihihit! Nohohot thehehehe tohohoes!â (No please! Okay! Okay! Iâll do it! Not the toes!)
âThatâs cute, you thought I was honestly asking.â 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. âNo, I meant, Iâm going to interrogate you, you be anything less then forthcoming, and these little toesies are going to face the feathers.â
Their pesky vigilante giggles when he pulls his feather back and he sees him nod through the openings in the platform grate. âOhohokay! Ohohokay! Juhuhust nohohot thehehe tohohoes! (Okay! Okay! Just not the toes!)
âGood choice. You answer my questions and these toesie woesies are safe.â Hawks fishes in his pocket for a voice recorder, presses the record button, and sets it down next to him. âFirst question; whatâs your name?â
âWhy doâeeieieahahahahahahahahahhaa nohohoho Ihihihiâll sahahahahay ihihihi wihihihill! Nohohot theheheehe feheheheather! Nohohohot theheheehe tohohohoes!â (No Iâll say I will! Not the feather! Not the toes!)
The hero grins. âThen you better give me your name.â
The teen giggles wildly for a few minutes before getting his breathing under control. âMidoriya Izuku.â
Donât 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. âNext question; whatâs my favorite color?â
âI donât fucking knowâeieieeahahahhahaahhahaha ahahahahhahaahahhahaa nohohoho thihihihis ihihihisnt fahahahair! Hohohow ahahahaham ihihihi suhuhuhuposed tohoho knohohohohow thahahahat! Gehehehet thehehehem ohohohout! Nohohohot thehehehere! Nohohohot thehehehe tohohohoes!â (No this isnât 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 youthâMidoriya Izukuâsqueals with laughter as his toes wiggle again. âBetter start guessing then.â
#lee!deku#lee!midoriya#ler!hawks#ler!takamikeigo#tickle fic#tickle monster hawks#ticklish!deku#ticklish!midoriya#vigilante izuku
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Chaseâs Wake Up Call
Chase is feeling off. Heâs 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 couldnât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât realize that Jackie had flown above him, and noticed his funk. He flew himself down to Chaseâs field of view.
âYou donât look good buddy.â Jackie commented.
âIâm not.â Chase mumbled in the cushions. Jackie went into a sitting position and floated down beside him.
âWhatâs making you blue?â Jackie asked.
âI donât know.â Chase mumbled. Jackie lifted an eyebrow.
âWell, somethingâs gotta be bringing you down.â Jackie stated.
Chase mentally rolled his eyes and shifted his head.
âWhy donât you go for a walk? You tend to go for walks whenever you feel gloomy.â Jackie suggested.
âIâm tired.â Chase replied.
Jackie lifted both eyebrows in surprise. This is one serious funk... âDo you want me to get you some ice cream? We have some in the freezer.â Jackie suggested. Chase thought about it, but shrugged his shoulders. At this point, he didnât care.
âOh! What about some coffee?â Jackie suggested.
Chase lifted an eyebrow. A coffee? At 2 oâclock in the afternoon? Why bother? All Chase felt like doing right now, was sleeping the day away.
âI just wanna sleep.â Chase mumbled. Jackieâs face fell, but he shrugged it off.
âOkay. Whatever you say. Have a good sleep.â 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 mustâve been kicking or moving in his sleep, to lose his blanket like that. He seemed so comfortable. He mustâve 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 wouldâve 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 couldnât help but notice that Chaseâs 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 Chaseâs foot, and fluttered the feather back and forth on his sole.
Chase let out a high pitched squeal. âHehehehey! Whahahahahat are yohohohou dohohohohohoing?â Chase asked through his laughter.
âIâm waking you! Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead!â Jackie cooed, moving the feather to Chaseâs inner arch.
âGAHahahahahahaha! Wait! Plehehehease! Hahahahaha!â Chase yelled, kicking his free foot as he curled into a ball.
âPlease? Please what?â Jackie asked.
âTihihihihickle mehehehehehehe!â Chase pleaded.
âOooh! Please tickle me! Why, Iâd LOVE to tickle you!â Jackie teased, dropping the feather and using his fingernails to tickle Chaseâs feet more.
âWait, WHAT?! THATâS NOT WHAT-HAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â Chase screeched.
âIâm sorry, what was that? That wasnât what you meant?â Jackie asked. Chase shook his head hysterically.
âNo? No as in âNo, thatâs not what I meantâ? Or no as in âNo! Thatâs wrongâ? Please be more specific.â Jackie asked curiously.
âFORMER! THEHEHEHE FOHOHOHOHORMER!â Chase replied frantically.
Jackie gasped. âOooooh! I think I get it! You didnât mean this much tickles...â Jackie started. Chase wouldâve let out a sigh of relief if he wasnât laughing right now. âYou meant EVEN MORE TICKLES!â Jackie proclaimed. Chaseâs eyes practically bounced right out of his skull.
âJACKIE! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING ME, YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING!â Chase threatened.
Jackie lifted his eyebrows in pure surprise.
âHuh...And I was considering going easy on you...Welp, thatâs thrown out the window now. Get ready for the climax!â 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. Chaseâs 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.
âEEEEEKK! AAAhahahahahahaha!â 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 Chaseâs hips next.
âOH NOOOOOHOHOHOOHO! JAHAHAHAHAHACKIEEE!â 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.
âFor the love of gahahahahahahad! Too much! Tohohohohoo muhuhuhuhuch!â 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, Chaseâs 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 Chaseâs voice could make. They were bits and pieces, but it was adorable!
âWhatâs this? A ticklish neck? How unusual? Perhaps I could put my glorious facial hair to good use?â
âOoooh! I see some ticklish little ribsies! Letâs see: How many ribs are there in the human body? I could ask Henrik, but Iâm afraid heâs busy! So, weâll have to find out ourself!â
âIs this what I think it is? Youâve seen it here folks! Mr. Brody here, has ticklish armpits! It would be a shame if someone were to expose such secretive information.â
âWould 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!â
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. Youâre probably wondering: whatâs a titter? Well, itâs another word for a âshort, half suppressed laughâ. Thatâs 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.
âPffffff! *snort* Hehehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease! *Snort* Iâm behehehegging yohohohou!â Chase pleaded, ground pounding the couch and shaking his head wildly. By now, Chaseâs hair had gone messy, his hat was on the floor, and his shirt had remained risen up from Jackieâs tickle session on the belly button.
âOkay, okay, okay. Iâll stop.â Jackie heartened, slowing his feather, placing it onto the couchâs 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 wouldnât go away no matter what he did.
âYou feeling better?â Jackie asked, floating closer.
Chase turned to Jackie and smiled wider. âYes, thank you. Though, I lost my hat.â 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.
âThanks...â 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.
âYour turn!â Chase announced confidently, holding Jackie in his arms.
âWhat?! I did this to wake you up! Iâm already awake!â Jackie argued.
âGood! That means youâre ready for this then!â Chase clarified, digging his fingers into Jackieâs bottom ribs.
âBAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHASE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â Jackie exploded,squirming back and forth like a mad man and throwing his head back against Chaseâs shoulder.
âMy my my! What ticklish ribs you have! It would be a shame if a bad guy were to find out this secretive information.â Chase teased, smirking at his evil words.
Jackie yelped at the threat. âNOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHONâT! DONâT TEHEHEHELL THEHEHEHEM!â Jackie begged, squirming growing more and more frantic.
âOh donât you worry, damsel in distress: Iâll keep your secret.â Chase replied, winking before digging his fingers into Jackieâs hips.
Jackie let out an ear piercing squeal, and bursted out into high pitched giggles.
âGoodness gracious! Youâve got some deep hips! Iâd better dig a little deeper! zzzZZZZZZZZ! ZZZZZZZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZ! zzzzZZZZZZzzzz!â Chase teased, making electric drilling noises as he dug both fingers deeper and out of Jackieâs hips.
âEEEEEEEEKK! COME OHOHOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!â Jackie pleaded desperately as he squirmed wildly.
âIâm almost done drilling! I just need to make the circles a little bigger! Alright?â 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. âYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!â Jackie screamed.
âWhaaaat? Is it too much? I thought a strong superhero like you could handle this?â Chase teased with an evil smirk.
âI-I CAHAHAHAN! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN!â Jackie argued.
âOh! You CAN handle it? Thatâs great! Cause thereâs a one more spot I want to try before I stop.â 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.
âW-Wait! Not...my feet...please...Iâll go...insane...â 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.
âLook what I found?â Chase asked, spinning the feather in a mesmerizing manner.
Jackie gulped, and felt his face darken into a darker shade of red.
âAny last words?â Chase asked, lowering the feather closer and closer to the left foot.
Jackieâs 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.
âWell in that case, letâs get on with it!â Chase declared, fluttering the feather against Jackieâs 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. Chaseâs jaw dropped. Who knew a superhero could express such reckless behaviour?
âWow! Who knew a superhero could hold such aggression?â Chase teased.
Jackie wouldâve replied, but his laughter was stopping him! He couldnât reply, he couldnât push away, he couldnât 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!
âOkay. How about these tiny toesies? Are they ticklish, by any chance?â 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 couldnât take much more. But, he couldnât tell him. So, he rolled towards the end of the couch, and allowed himself to fall off. In a single second, Chaseâs smirk has slid off his face. He jumped over to help him.
âYou okay? Iâm sorry if I took it too far.â Chase apologized guiltily. Jackie waved his hands and let a weak smile grow onto his lips.
âItâs...okay...I just wanted you...to feel better...If that involves me...being tickled...as well...than Iâll allow it...â Jackie replied through shallow and quick breaths.
Chaseâs body lightened up. âOkay. Good. Thank you.â Chase said, hugging his sweaty friend.
Jackie smirked and gave Chaseâs ribs a little tickle. âNo problem.â He replied.
âHehehehey! Nohohoho mohohohore!â Chase laughed, leaning his forehead against Jackieâs shoulder and lightly squirming back and forth.
âHmm...nah.â Jackie replied before digging his fingers into Chaseâs armpits.
âBAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â Chase exploded, throwing his head back happily.
Jackie decided to take the upper hand on the tickle fight once more.
âDo I have your permission to give you a raspberry?â Jackie asked.
âWhahahahat?!â Chase replied through his laughter, confused and shocked at such a weird question.
âCan I give you a raspberry?â Jackie asked.
âWe hahahahave no rahahahasbeheherries ihihin the house!â Chase exclaimed. Jackie rolled his eyes.
âNo! Not that kind of raspberry, silly! This kind of raspberry!â Jackie clarified, before blowing a big raspberry onto Chaseâs neck.
âAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â 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.
âI used to do that to my child all the time! I didnât know it was called a raspberry!â Chase exclaimed.
âReally?!â 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!
âYa! Well, I guess an old man like me learns something new everyday...â Chase decided. Suddenly, Chase thought of something. âWait a sec...how did you know what it was called?â Chase asked.
âOh my god...Iâve known about that silly form of torture since I was a kid myself. My parents were ruthless ticklers.â Jackie explained.
Chase thought of an evil little thing to ask... âHow would you feel about a blast to the past?â Chase asked.
Jackie lifted one eyebrow. âHow so?â 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.
âOh GOD! NO, DONâT YOU-â 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...
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Over-Working ~ Markiplier Egos Fanfic
In the mood for a Markiplier ego drabble cuz Iâm 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 heâd 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 hadnât deigned to turn up, and nor did he turn up during filming and pack-up. The moustached manâs anger had dimmed to concern as he rushed from the set to find his associate, he went to the dressing room that heâd provided Bim when he started working with him.
He rapped hard with a knuckled hand and frowned at the silence he received.
âTRIMMER?! Ya better be decent when I come in!â
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 heâd 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 Bimâs shoulder, the man stirred and upon seeing Wilford jumped to sit up.
âW-Wilford! U-um, am I late for filming todayâs episode? Iâm so sor-â
âBim take a chill pill, lie back there buddy.â
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.
âIt seems that youâve actually slept through the whole working day-â
âWHAT?! Oh God Wilford I-Iâ m s-so sorryâŠâ
Bimâs 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 Bimâ s shoulder.
âRelax Bim, besides I think we can both agree that you needed it.â
Bim smiled bashfully, avoiding Wilfordâs concerned eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.
âIâve just been tired recently, I shouldâve said something Iâm sorr-â
âJeez will you stop apologising?! Your goodness is giving me fuckin chills! BesidesâŠâ
Wilford sighed, undertones of dejectedness plaguing his usually bombastic voice.
'Itâs my damn fault for workin ya so hard, so Iâm sorry for that.â
Wilford felt a buzz of glee when Bim smiled happily.
'Thanks Wilford.â
Wilford grinned and nodded with satisfaction before giving Bimâs shoulder a rough nudge.
'Why didn'tcha say anything in the first place? I woulda listened!â
Bim giggled lightly and looked to his fidgeting hands as he muttered.
'Well itâs uhâŠkinda hard to get a word in edgeways-â
'EXCUSE ME?!â
Bim bit his bottom lip to repress a giggle at Wilfordâs indignation, the latter raised an eyebrow at Bimâs 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?â
Wilford smirked when Bim gulped and started shaking his head with rapid stutters.
'N-no I-i-i wa-â
'Because it sounded to MEâŠâ
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.
â-that you were laughing at MY expense!â
Bim jumped when Wilford rested his hands on his stomach, and the moustached manâs 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.â
With that his fingers started scribbling against Bimâs 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 tormentorâs hands, which only made Wilford work harder. Said man was smirking widely as he found his way under Bimâs shirt and scratched around his navel with one hand whilst the other worked on his side; Bimâs giggles switched to cackles rather quickly.
'Nahahahahahaha Wihihihihilfohohohohord!â
Wilford snickered at Bimâs pleading as he kept his fingers animated, and ever so skillful they were.
'Wow I didnât know ya found me so hilarious Bimmy boy!â
Bim could only laugh as he tried the new tactic of curling into a ball, which only succeeded in trapping one of Wilfordâs hands at his stomach. Wilford wiggled his fingers in earnest and relished in Bimâs wide grin and squeezed shut eyes, Bimâs joy was always contagious no matter its form.
'Dohohohohonât dohohohohoho thihihihihis!â
'Donât do what? Youâre the one whoâs taken my hand!â
His wiggled his fingers more for emphasis, Wilford realised he was probably enjoying himself too much but he couldnâ t stop yet! Wilford yanked Bim out of his curled up position and used his hands to pin Bimâs at his sides, the younger man regained his breath and shivered at the feral grin Wilford wore.
'I didnât know you were so sensitive Bimmy.â
'Thereâs a good reason for thatâŠâ
Wilford raised his eyebrows before fixing Bim with a teasing, yet amused, smirk.
'Do you really think youâre in a position to be so sassy?â
Wilford let out a barking laugh when Bim stuck out his tongue with the most confidence and vigour heâd ever seen from the man, he was a little impressed. However when Bimâs face started to show regret for his actions, Wilford couldnât help but take advantage. He used one hand to pin one of Bimâs whilst transferring the other under his knee so he had one free toâŠhave some fun with.
'W-wilford Iâ m sorry, I sh-shouldnât have-â
Wilford hushed him with a light grin before he started walking his fingers over Bimâs torso, the man shivered and bit his lip but couldnât keep back a huge smile. Wilford found himself mirroring it as he spoke.
'Yâknow I donât think Iâve ever met someone SO ticklish, Iâm barely touching youâŠand is that a lil smile I see there?â
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 wouldnât be able to keep it up for long.
'PleheheheheheaseâŠâ
He nearly whispered as his voice gave him away, Wilford bared Bimâs stomach and started trailing his five fingers in a broad circle round Bimâs 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!â
'Tickle tickle BimmyâŠâ
Wilford grinned as he ignored and teased the poor man and used one finger to circle the rim of Bimâs navel, Bim was shaking his head rapidly.
'You seem to have a lil button here, I wonder whatâll happen if I-â
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!â
âAwwww, has someone got a ticklish belly button? How adooorable!â
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 wormâs getting closer Bimmy, and it canât WAIT to tickle your ickle giggle button!â
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 thenâŠWilford pounced.
'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!â
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 Bimâs belly button; Wilford had never been more gleeful.
'Does it tickle? Is the ickle baby ticklish, coochie coochie coo!â
'STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASIHING!!!â
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!â
Bim let out a loud squeal as Wilford drew back and use his hand to spider and skitter up and down his sides, Wilford couldnâ 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 couldnât help but look fondly on.
'Yohohohohouâre sohohohoho mehehehean-â
'Does someone wanna go for round two?â
Wilford held up his hands in the shape claws, at which Bimâs eyes widened as he held up his own hands in defense.
'Nohoho no no no I tahake it back youâ re not mean!â
'Damn right, and donât you forget it!â
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?â
'What?â
Bim spoke curiously as Wilford sighed lightly through his words.
'If things are getting too much you gotta tell me okay? I donât wanna see you so exhausted cuz it ainât good for ya!â
Bim nodded, a happy and grateful smile plastered on his lips.
'I promise.â
'Good, otherwise the tickle monsterâll be coming back for more y'hear?!â
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.
âNo no no you stay, imma go order a take-away-â
Bim smiled as Wilford stalked flamboyantly out of the room, hollering over his shoulder.
'Hope ya donât mind the smell of chinese for the next few days!â
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.â
GOSH THAT TOOK A LIL WHILE AND SOZ FOR THE LARGE BUILD Up cuz iâm 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
#markiplier egos#markiplier#wilford warfstache#wilford#warfstache#bim trimmer#bim#lee!bim#ler!warfstache#tickle#tickling#ticklish#tickle fic#fanfic#tickle fanfic#ego fanfic#sfw#fluff#cuties#so happy with this#alter egos
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Frisk and Charaâs First Tickle Fight
This is the prequel to âAsriel Dreemurr, the Ticklish âKidâ. 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 âWORTH IT!!!â and this story is will explain Frisk and Charaâs 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 CHARAâS FIRST TICKLE FIGHT
It is a Wednesday at Torielâs 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 canât play outside. This also happens to be a day that Frisk and Chara do not have school. They are enrolled in their motherâs 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: Iâm very bored Frisk. Thereâs nothing to do but just sit around and play on our phones.
Frisk: Iâm sure we can find something else to do Chara. Itâs too bad we canât 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 isnât much to do today since itâs raining.
Toriel: Oh Iâm 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: Whyâs that?
Toriel: *lies to Frisk and Chara* Heâs thinking about becoming a college professor and heâd like me to give him some advice on how to be a successful teacher. Iâd like to take some time to conduct a mock interview for him since I believe heâs very eligible to teach at a college/university.
Frisk: Gaster wants to be a teacher?
Chara: Thatâs awesome!
Toriel: Itâs a possibility. He doesnât know for sure yet. But if he does decide to become a professor, itâll be good for him. After all, heâs great with kids.
Gaster is actually coming over for a different reason. Toriel doesnât 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, sheâs 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 doesnât want any interruptions unless itâs 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, thatâs 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. Thereâs nothing better to do.
Frisk: Are you sure? We could⊠give each makeovers!
Chara: *sarcastic laugh* Youâre joking right?
Frisk: Of course I am silly! I hate those things!
Chara: *joking⊠kind of* Oh good. Cause if you werenât, I think I wouldâve punched you.
Frisk: Oh you. *smiles and boops Charaâs 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 youâre still bored. I wanna see you happy.
Chara: I am happy Frisk.
Frisk: Come on. Whereâs that smile of yours? *sits on Charaâs bed with her*
Chara: Frisk?
Frisk: Thereâs 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 Charaâs sides, causing her to immediately giggle.
Chara: Heheheheheeehehehehehe.
Frisk: Thereâs 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 Charaâs underarms causing her to giggle even more. This time, her giggling was a bit louder.
Chara: Heehehehehehehehehehhehehee. Ohhohoho cohohohohome on Frihihihhihihsk.
Frisk: Thatâs 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 Friskâs neck, causing her to giggle and after one minute, Chara decided to crank it up a bit by shifting to Friskâs sides.
Frisk: Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahaah!
Chara: Ooh, looks like youâre 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 Friskâs underarms and caused her to laugh really hard. Frisk then jolted backwards on the bed and sheâs 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. Â She made a few attempts to tickle Chara back, but to no avail. Frisk really likes having her underarms tickled even though theyâre 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 Charaâs tummy and she giggled again. It appears that Chara is not as ticklish as Frisk would like her to be, but thatâs 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 Charaâs ribs.
Chara: Hehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheeehehheehehee. Is thhahahaht the behehehehest you cahhahahahan dohohohohoho?
Frisk got a bit more of a reaction from tickling Charaâs ribs but it wasnât 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: Iâm gonna count your ribs Frisk! Hehehe! Letâs see how ticklish these ribs are!
Chara then tickled Friskâs 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, youâre moving around too much! I canât remember where I left off. So Iâll 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 Charaâs 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: Thereâs the laughter I was looking for!
It turns out that Charaâs neck is quite ticklish since she was laughing rather than giggling. However, her laughter wasnât quite as loud as Friskâs. Frisk still believes Chara has more sweet spots, which she is planning on finding soon. After tickling Charaâs neck for three minutes, Chara reached for Friskâs tummy and Frisk immediately screamed with laughter upon contact and fell over next to Chara.
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Chara: Â 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. Friskâs tummy is extremely sensitive and for a while, she didnât 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 Charaâs neck and tickled her once again. Frisk pinned her down again and then moved her hands to Charaâs thighs, which happen to be ticklish just like her neck. Frisk tickled Charaâs thighs for thirty seconds.
Chara: Hahahahhahahahaahahahahahahahahaa!
Frisk: Letâs see if your knees are ticklish!
Chara: Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahahahhahahahahah!! Nohohoohohhoooohohohoohooohohhoohoohhohoo!! Nohahahahahahahhahat my knehehehehehehhehehehehehehehees!!
Frisk: This just keeps getting better!
Frisk has found Charaâs very ticklish areas, which are her knees. Charaâs knees are very ticklish and she was laughing harder than before. Frisk couldnât ask for a better day. Sheâs having a blast tickling her sister and she still believes that Chara might just have one more sweet spot. After tickling Charaâs 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 Charaâs favor. Chara then pushed Frisk to the floor, grabbed her ankles, and started tickling her socked feet.
Frisk: Hahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!!
Chara: *removes Friskâs socks after ten seconds*
Frisk: HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Frisk was sent into laughing fit the moment Chara tickled her bare feet. Friskâs feet arenât as ticklish as her tummy, but theyâre 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 sisterâs bare feet. Friskâs 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 Friskâs toes.
Chara: *tickles in between Friskâs toes*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAA!!
Chara: *tickles Friskâs toes*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
Chara: *tickles Friskâs balls*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
Chara: *tickles Friskâs arches*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chara: Ooh, youâre laughing even harder. But letâs see what happens if I tickle you right⊠here! *digs one finger into Friskâs 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.
Friskâs heels are extremely sensitive and theyâre the most ticklish areas of her feet. Theyâre 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: Iâm afraid I canât 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 Friskâs 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 Charaâs fingers and Frisk was laughing even harder, especially when Chara scrubbed her heels. After four minutes, Chara was struggling to hold on to Friskâs ankles and it wasnât too long until the power blinked yet again. Frisk then escaped from Charaâs grasp and jumped towards her. Chara put up one hell of fight in an effort to make sure Frisk didnât reach her feet. Chara would constantly poke Friskâs torso, causing her to giggle maniacally since sheâs extremely ticklish.
Frisk: Hehehehheheheheheheheehehehehehehehee!! Charahahahahaahahhaaha!!
Chara: You are not going to tickle my feet Frisk! I canât allow that!
Frisk then fell to the floor and continued giggling like a lunatic.
Frisk: Heheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheeehehe!!
Chara: *lifts Friskâs shirt and scribbles her fingers all along her tummy*
Frisk: HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!
Frisk spent the next few minutes giggling like a lunatic from all of Charaâs pokes and screaming with laughter every time Chara tickled her underarms and tummy. Frisk was filled with so much determination to tickle Charaâs feet and would stop at nothing until the job was done. After laughing, giggling, and batting at her Charaâs hands for a few more minutes, Frisk finally managed to overpower her sister and grab her left ankle. She then removed Charaâs sock and tickled her foot.
Chara: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!
Frisk has just found Charaâs 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. Charaâs feet are extremely ticklish and Frisk is able to tickle Charaâs feet just by gently poking them. Every inch of Charaâs feet is slightly more ticklish than Friskâs heels. That was why Chara did everything she could to prevent Frisk from reaching her feet. Â
Chara: HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!
Frisk: I just knew you had to be extremely ticklish somewhere Chara! So thatâs 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 Charaâs right ankle, removed her other sock, and began tickling both of her feet. Frisk then positioned herself over Charaâs legs. She had her back facing towards Chara and she trapped her legs so she couldnât 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 Charaâs feet and found that there wasnât a single area that was more ticklish than others. Charaâs 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 Friskâs soles in an attempt to try to escape. Frisk laughed every time Chara tickled her soles, but it wasnât 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 wasnât 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 Friskâs 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 Charaâs feet with it. Frisk then reached for the hairbrush with her left hand as she continued to tickle Charaâs 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 Charaâs soles and toes with the brush. Chara didnât even try to fight back and was a laughing mess. The hairbrush tickled much more than Friskâs fingers and Chara had constant streams of tears running down her face.
Chara: HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!!
Frisk: I think itâs pretty safe to say I won the tickle fight Chara! *looks back at Chara* Oh my god Chara! Youâre crying! Iâm so sorry! I had no idea! Why didnât you tell me?!
Frisk immediately stopped tickling Chara once she finally noticed that she was crying due to laughing so hard.
Frisk: Iâm so sorry Chara! I didnât mean to take it that far! Please say something!
Chara: *breathing heavily* Itâs ok Frisk. I was having fun. Thatâs why I didnât tell you I was crying.
Frisk: Iâm just glad youâre ok! *hugs Chara* Donât 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: Itâs a long story Frisk. Iâll 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 youâre right Chara. I was having so much fun that I barely thought about Mom and Asgore. And Asrielâs ticklish?
Chara: Oh god yeah! Heâs more ticklish than you!
Frisk: Oh my god, really?! I donât believe you!
Chara: Well itâs true! Iâm gonna tell you about the day I first tickled Asriel! Itâs 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 couldnât 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 wasnât anywhere close to being as violent as Undyneâs famous âsnow wrestling.â
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 Asrielâs 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 didnât 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 Friskâs feet earlier). It wasnât 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 brotherâs adorable laughter. She loved it so much that she didnât 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 wasnât 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! Weâve 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 didnât 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 doesnât want Asriel trying to escape from them. Another reason Chara thinks they should tie Asriel up is because she knows itâs the only way theyâll 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 Charaâs story about tickling Asriel for the first time wasnât enough to convince Frisk that heâs more ticklish than her. Chara promises that they will make it up to Asriel afterwards and that theyâll 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 doesnât sound very nice Frisk but I promise weâll make it up to him afterwards.
Frisk: I canât believe you made Asriel pass out Chara!
Chara: Yeah, that wasnât 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, didnât even care if he wasnât 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 Charaâs 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 didnât 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 wouldnât get in trouble. We were just two crazy kids. We didnât know any better.
Frisk: Well itâs all in the past now Chara.
Chara: Youâve said it. Thatâs what I love about you Frisk. You always appreciate everything thatâs 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 didnât want to say anything until I was absolutely sure. But here it is⊠Iâm going to spend Saturday night with your father. Not on a date, but as friends.
Chara and Frisk: *tearing up*
Chara: Mom, thatâs wonderful! *gives Toriel a hug*
Frisk: Thatâs the best news Iâve 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, âDo you still love Asgore?â Frisk and Chara donât 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 donât 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 donât worry, Frisk, Asriel, and I love spending time with Sans. Itâll be fun!
Toriel: Wonderful. By the way, Dr. Gaster is still here. Iâm sure heâd like to see the two of you before he leaves.
Chara: Weâd love to see Dr. Gaster Mom!
Frisk: Weâll 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! Iâm so excited! I canât wait to find out exactly how ticklish Asriel is!
Chara: Shhh. Settle down Frisk. I donât exactly want Mom hearing about any of this.
Frisk: Oh right. Sorry.
Chara: Itâs ok Frisk. Letâs 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 heâs a very heavy sleeper, meaning that theyâll 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 itâs ok if he can come over on Saturday while Toriel and Asgore are away.
Chara: *reads M.K.âs 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. Weâre planning on tickling Asriel that day. What am I going to tell him?
Frisk: Itâs perfectly fine if he comes over Chara. Heâll 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 wonât refuse if he knows that tickling is involved. In fact, heâll even tie Asriel up for us.
Chara was surprised and also incredibly happy to hear this news. She didnât 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 donât get to see M.K. as much as theyâd like to at school since he isnât in the same grade as them. Even if he was in the same grade as them, their plan to tickle Asriel isnât exactly something to talk about at school, so theyâll 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 youâd like to do before we go to bed?
Chara: Iâm so glad you asked Frisk. I actually do have something in mind.
Frisk: And what would that be?
Chara then walked over to Friskâs bed, held her arms up in the air and shoutedâŠ
Chara: REVENGE!! *tickles Friskâs tummy*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! CHARAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THAHAHAHAHHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHIHHCKLES!!!!
Chara: You didnât 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 didnât. I just wanna hear that cute laugh of yours one last time you precious cinnamon bun. Hehehe. *moves her hands to Friskâs underarms*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chara: Oh you know you love it! I just want to hear you say it!
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!
Chara: Iâm waiting Frisk. Iâve got all night.
Frisk: OK! I *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOVE *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA IT!!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chara: See, that wasnât so hard. And because you love it so much, Iâm 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! Youâre such a cinnamon bun!
Frisk: NOHOHOHOOHO, YOHOHOHOHHOUâRE THE CINNAMAHAHAAHAHAHAHN BUN CHARAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chara: Even when you laugh your guts out, you still try being flirty!
Frisk: I DOHOHOHOHOOHONâT 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 herselfâŠ
Chara: Asriel⊠Youâre next!
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Hi for the Peppermint Mocha event I was wondering if I could order lee!Sigma (or lee!Kunikida) with a ler of your choice - maybe with decorating for Christmas
âïž Peppermint Mocha Special Order âïž
Final Order! ^^
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âAre you telling me youâve never decorated for Christmas before?â Tanizaki asked incredulously, taking the string of lights from Sigma, who looked at him with a confused and mildly upset expression.
âI havenât exactly been alive all that long,â he murmured.
âOhâŠright. Sorry.â
Atsushi glanced over at them, feeling a pang of sympathy for their new member. âI didnât really know what I was doing the first time, either. I didnât get to participate in the holidays at the orphanage.â
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.
âQuit being so depressing,â Ranpo complained. âItâs Christmas! Candy canes and cocoa and peppermint chocolates andââ
âItâs not all about the food, Ranpo,â Kunikida admonished gently.
âYeah, yeah.â The greatest detective in the world hopped to his feet and grabbed Sigmaâs arm. âCome on. Weâll start with a wreath. Those are easy to manage.â
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 â a rare expression from the brunette.
âTake this hook,â Ranpo instructed, âand put it on the door first, with the curved end facing this way â there you go. Now just hang the wreath on it. Oh! Make sure the bow is on top, though.â
âIs that important?â 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 wasnât, but Ranpo cut through them all. âOf course! The bow is the best part. It has to be on top; thereâs no other way to do it.â
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.
âW-WhatâŠwhy did youâŠ?â he stammered, looking genuinely confused.
Atsushi didnât even have a chance to tell him it wasnât anything heâd done â Ranpo was just like that sometimes â before Dazai called out casually, âGo for the hips, Ranpo~â
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.
âW-Wahahahahahait, wait, whahahahahahat did I dohohohohoho? I dohohohohonât understahahahahand!â 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 wasnât the only one who loved getting tickled around here anymore.
âYou hung the wreath up just right,â Ranpo said nonchalantly, grinning and continuing to tickle consistently yet gently. âThat means youâve earned a reward~â
No one had the heart to say otherwise when Sigma was laughing so happily.
#fanfiction#tickle drabble#coffee shots#peppermint mocha event#bungo stray dogs#bsd#ranpo edogawa#atsushi nakajima#dazai osamu#sigma#tickling#ticklish#tickle#ahhh sigma my beloved!#he deserves all the love#thank you for the opportunity to write for him! <3
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Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #41-50
A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters Iâve 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
âQuit moving so much,â Senku grumbled, grasping Genâs wrists to hold him still. âCalm down. Iâm trying to help you.â
âSenku, why is it soââ
âDonât finish that sentence.â The scientist couldnât help but eye his partner a little bit, rolling his eyes with a tiny blush. âYou should be asking why you chose this costume, of all things.â
âWhat?â Gen looked at him over his shoulder. âBecause you like it. Why else?â
Senku huffed as he finally got the skirt up over his partnerâs hips. âLike it? Itâs a dress.â
âItâs a maid outfit,â Gen corrected haughtily, âand I know for a fact you were ogling me when I tried it on as a joke. If I hadnât left my phone in my jeans pocket, I would have absolutely taken a picture of you.â
âAnd then I would have confiscated your phone for a week,â Senku muttered.
âBut you wouldnât have made me delete the photo?â
âThat was implied, genius.â
Gen smirked, shimmying in the costume the tiniest bit. âYou know you want me~â
And then the skirt detached from the blouse.
âArms up!â Senku cried, grasping at the material before it could rip any further. âIf you were going to humiliate the both of us this way, why didnât you at least get something that wasnât the cheapest, thinnest fabric on the planet?â
Genâs wiggling eyebrows were all the answer he needed.
âRight.â The scientist rolled his eyes. âFine, hold still. Iâll try to pin it in place or something.â
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 â sometimes even light snickers.
âDonât mock me,â he grumbled. âIâm doing the best I can here. Iâm a scientist, not a seamstress.â
Gen giggled even harder at that.
Senku glared, then grinned wickedly. âYou know what? Forget it.â
âWhat â ah! Senku!â Gen cried in surprise when he was suddenly tackled onto the bed and pinned there face down. âWhat are you â eeeep! Nohohohohohoho!â
âThis costume was all for me anyway, right?â Senku challenged, tickling his partnerâs ribs and sides from behind teasingly. âWell, letâs skip to the part where you take it off again.â
âAha! So you dohohohohoho lihihihihike it!â 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. âGAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO IâM SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! SENKU!!â
Senku chuckled. âYou are ten billion percent going to pay for that, mentalist~â
*
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 Genâs 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 â a clear indicator that he intended to move on to something more very soon.
Senku shivered, so overwhelmed he didnât know what to do. Genâs 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 scientistâs stomach.
Gen didnât say a word. He didnât 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 Senkuâs 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 mentalistâs lips on his skin but he couldnât 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 heâd ever known andâ
 The further Gen traveled the more he lost the battle until the mentalist gently scratched his nails along the inside of the scientistâs wrist and finally drew a muffled snicker out of him.
Gen chuckled. âTicklish, Senku?â
âShut up,â 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 Senkuâs 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 moreâŠ
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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 heâd 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 didnât 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 â because obviously it was Gen â or both, the mentalist switched positions and kissed his neck on the other side this time, making him giggle involuntarily.
âMentalist, stopââ Senku protested, bringing his hand up to shove him away, but thatâs when Gen squeezed his now open side and drew a bark of laughter from the scientist. âStohohohop!â
âOh, donât let me interrupt,â Gen teased into his ear, tickling his sides gently and still kissing his neck. âDo go on. You were explaining something to dear Chrome, werenât you, Senku-chan?â
âYou blahahahasted mentalist â AIEE!!â Senkuâs hands flew down to desperately pry at Genâs tickling fingers while twisting his head away as frantic laughter burst from him beyond his control. He could feel Genâs lips on his earlobe now, and dear god if it didnât tickle like crazy!
Chrome finally recovered from his own laughing fit and shook his head with a fond smile. âGet a room, you two,â 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
âYouâre not ticklish? Then you wonât mind if I tickle you, right?â
Senku swallowed, gritted his teeth, and glared at his boyfriend, who lay smirking beside him in the bed they shared. âGen. Do not.â
âWhy are you worried?â Gen teased, slowly sliding a hand over his chest with a wink. âIf youâre not ticklish, it shouldnât bother you if I try, right?â
The two-toned man curled his fingers into the space between his underarm and ribs, and Senku jolted.
âFine,â he hissed. âFine, Iâm ticklish. Just donâtââ
Gen was straddling and tickling him relentlessly in an instant, ignoring the protests his boyfriend spewed at him.
Senkuâs eyes shot wide open, laughter bursting out of him before he even knew where it was coming from. âGen! Nohohohohohohoho!â He clamped his arms to his sides and tried pushing him away. âStohohohohohohop! Dohohohohohonât!â
âYou dirty little liar~â Gen chuckled, raking his nails down Senkuâs ribs to squeeze his sides. âYou are ticklish!â
As if to prove his point, Senku screeched and bucked his hips, laughter turning hysterical with every touch along his sides. âSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!â
Gen giggled. âOoh, good spot, huh?â
âGEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!â Senku pleaded, feeling heat flood his cheeks. Was he blushing?! âS-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEASE, STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!â
âAww, but I like hearing you laugh, Senku~â
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. âPLEASE, GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! PLEASE!! PLEASE, IâLL DOHOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!!â
Finally, the mentalist slowed to a halt. He smirked. âAnything?â
âY-Yes! Anything, justâŠâ Senku giggled, taking the opportunity to grab his wrists and shove them safely away from his sides. âJustâŠstop.â
Gen quirked a brow, observing him carefully. Despite his words and his actions, Senku didnât look distressed in the slightest. He didnât look excited, either, though â simply resigned, as though heâd already accepted that he might be thrown into uncontrollable fits of laughter again at any moment. The idea sent a thrill through the mentalist.
âAnything, hmm? All right, thenâŠâ Gen gently pulled his arms out of Senkuâs grasp and brushed some stray hair from his face. âTell me you love me?â
Senku grinned. âAnd here I thought you were about to demand something impossible.â
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45) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome
âIâll tickle it out of you.â
âUh-huh â wha-huh?!â Ukyo stammered, so shocked by the threat that he couldnât even form a coherent reply. He immediately backed away from Chrome, holding his hands out in front of him defensively. âWaitwaitwait â you donât need to resort to such drastic measuresââ
âYou gonna talk on your own, then?â Chrome smirked, wiggling his fingers teasingly.
Ukyo couldnât help but break in to a huge smile reflexively, already fighting back giggles. âNo! Donât â please donât â Iâm so ticklish, Chome!â
Chrome laughed, watching as his friend continued to get more and more flustered with every step he took until heâd 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.
âI havenât even touched you yet!â Chrome teased, kneeling in front of him, wiggling his fingers in the air above Ukyoâs knees, then his torso when the white-haired man fell over entirely. âYour fight or flight response is terrible. Youâre just laying down and letting me come for you!â
âPlehehehehease!â 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. âChrohohohome!â
âLast chance, Ukyo,â Chrome said, wiggling just above his most ticklish spot. âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so secretive lately?â
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. âYou did this to yourself, my friend. Just remember that.â
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 â eventually â all kinds of spilled secrets.
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46) Lee Senku, Ler Gen
âAdmit youâre adorable and this all stops,â Gen teased, smiling at Senkuâs unstoppable giggle fit. He gently raked his nails up and down the scientistâs 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. âStohohohohohohop! It really tihihihihihihickles, mentalist!â
âDoes it~?â Gen chuckled, continuing his slow, torturous pace. âI couldnât tell~â
âLehehehehehehet me go! I hahahahahave work to dohohohohohoho!â
âLike I said, once you admit youâre adorable Iâll be happy to let you continue on your way.â
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.
âAww, canât take a little light tickling, Senku-chan~?â 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.
âPlehehehehehehease stohohohohohohop,â Senku begged, sounding resigned and tired and happy all at the same time. âPlehehehehehehease, mentalist!â
âYou know what you have to do. If youâre stalling this much you must be enjoying yourself, right, dear Senku?â
âGehehehehehehehen!â Senku shrieked when Gen traveled further up to the backs of his knees, his flailing becoming more frantic, giggles turning to laughter. âNononono plehehehehehehease! Stohohohohohohop it! It tihihihihihickles so bad! Gen!â
âHmm, thatâs too bad~â Gen giggled, beaming from ear to ear.
Finally Senku clenched his fists and gave up, laughing and begging, âOkahahahahay, fine, IâmâŠa-adohohohohohorableâŠâ He was so red he looked like a strawberry, and Gen was loving every second of it. âBlahahahahahasted mentalist, please, lehehehehehet me go alreadyehehehehehe!â
Gen giggled, relented, and flopped down to lay on top of the breathless scientist, kissing his cheek when Senku turned to glare at him. âThere you go. Was that so hard?â
Senku groaned.
Gen kissed him again.
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47) Lee Gen, Ler Chrome
âHa! Take that, Gen!â 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. âMaybe next time youâll think twice before pranking me!â
âAhahahahahaha! Wohohohohohorth it!â Gen squealed, squirming in Chromeâs grip, arms flailing uselessly. âYour fahahahahahahace was pricelehehehehehess!â
âOh, was it, now?â Chrome growled playfully, tilting his head down to brush his wet hair along the back of Genâs neck. âHowâs this, then? Not so fun when youâre the one getting wet, is it?â
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. Heâd screamed in surprise, dropping everything heâd 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 Chromeâs grip, freezing water dripping down his spine thanks to the younger manâs antics. He swore even the tiniest droplets felt ticklish in this situation.
âPlehehehehehease, Chrohohohohome!â Gen begged, giggling so hard he could barely think straight. âI gehehehehehet it! I wohohohohonât do it agahahahahain! Please!â
Chrome laughed. âDonât lie to me. I know youâd do it again in a heartbeat, even knowing this would be waiting for you on the other side.â
Gen had to admit, Chrome had him pegged. Still, he tried to plead his case. âOkahahahay fine, I wohohohohould do it again, but plehehehehease! Please stohohohohop; it reheheheheheally tickles!â
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. âNow Iâm all wet and cold, you jerk. And I dropped everything Iâd been gathering today!â
âIâll h-help retrieve your items,â Gen managed, straightening, still grinning. âYouâre ruthless when you want to be, Chrome. Maybe Iâll wait a little longer before pranking you again.â
âBecause youâre going to,â Chrome replied with a smirk. âObviously.â
Gen winked. âObviously.â
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48) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome
âCan I tickle you?â 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. âW-What? Why?â
âBecause itâs fun, and your laugh is the best thing ever.â
âWhatâŠ?â Ukyo shook his head. âIâŠI donât know. You know how ticklish I amââ
âIâll be gentle,â Chrome promised, folding his hands in a pleading gesture. âPlease?â
Ukyo blushed. Growing up heâd had lots of friends tickle him because they thought it was funny how ticklish he was, but heâd never had someone ask for permission first before. He wasnât sure how to respond. âIâŠum, I guessâŠ? You just â you have to stop when I tell you to, okay?â
Chromeâs face brightened. âAbsolutely!â He formed his fingers into claws and wiggled them teasingly. âHere I come~â
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. âDude, I havenât even started yet!â
âI knohohohohow!â Ukyo cackled, squirming away from Chromeâs fingers before theyâd even touched down. âAgh, I c-cahahahanât help it!â
âYouâre so ticklish you donât even need me to touch you to feel it!â 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. âTickle, tickle, tickle!â
Ukyo wasnât even aware that he wasnât 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. âEhehehehehehehe! Chrohohohohohohome! S-Stohohohohohop!â
âStop? But I havenât even started,â 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 Ukyoâs line of sight. âYouâre so ticklish youâre even air ticklish!â
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 didnât make any difference to him; it tickled like crazy either way.
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49) Lee Gen, Ler Senku
âCan you tickle me?â
The words were so quiet Senku almost didnât 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 heâd been ignored.
âYou want me to tickle you?â 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. âCome here then, giggles.â
âDonât call me that,â Gen mumbled, scooting over to be wrapped up in Senkuâs arms anyway. âItâs embarrassing.â
âNah, itâs scientifically accurate.â Senku wrapped his arms around Gen from behind, pulling his chest to his stomach and gently kissing the back of his neck. âAre you comfortable?â
âMm-hmm.â
âOkay. You know the safe word, right?â
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 Senkuâs fingers scribbling all over his belly.
âThere you go, mentalist,â 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 heâd 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. âJust relax. Let all the giggles out.â
âSehehehehehenkuâŠâ Gen whined into his shield.
âYes?â
âT-Thahahahank you.â
Senkuâs 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. âYouâve got to stop being so adorable. Youâll be the death of me one day, I swear. ButâŠâ He kissed the back of his neck again, holding him close and tickling softly, lovingly. ââŠyouâre ten billion percent welcome, my dear.â
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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 didnât like at all.
âDonât look at me all high and mighty like that,â Chrome snapped, though he still took a nervous step back as the much taller, bigger man began to approach him. âS-Stay away!â
âWell, this is quite the discovery,â Tsukasa chuckled in a low, rumbling kind of way that sent shivers down the brunetteâs spine. âDoes Kinro know about this? Youâd make a great addition to the village guard with reflexes like that.â
âQuit teasing me!â Chrome practically yelled, face flushing dark red. He hugged himself defensively. âI canât help it!â
âI know,â Tsukasa replied, his voice and eyes gentler now, though he never stopped closing in on the smaller man. âAnd Iâm not trying to be mean. I actually think itâs kind of endearing.â
Chrome suddenly felt cornered. He let out a tiny whine. âPlease donât. Itâs embarrassing.â
âIâm curious to see if you could actually land a punch on me,â Tsukasa replied before gently grasping Chrome by the ribs and curling his fingers in to tickle him.
Chromeâs 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 bodyâs movements with each electrifying tickle. âS-Stop! Nohohoho! Iâm g-gohohohonna huhuhuhurt you if you donât stohohohohop!â
Tsukasa chuckled again. âIâd like to see you try.â
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 â skilled in combat as he was â dodged each flailing limb easily, breaking through Chromeâs 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 Senkuâs student completely lose his composure like this.
âStahahahahahahap! Plehehehehease, stop, plehehehehease! Iâm seheheheherious!â Chrome begged, laughing so hard he was almost wheezing. âI cahahahahanât tahahahahahake it! Tsukasaaaaaaa!â
Tsukasa slowed to a halt as asked, realizing his friend truly couldnât hold out much longer. He grinned and ruffled his hair playfully. âWell, you couldnât manage to hit me, but I still think an untrained fighter would have no chance against you.â
Chrome pushed him away, trying to cover up his residual giggles. âNo enemy is going to randomly tickle me in the middle of a fight, you dork!â
Tsukasa poked his ribs one last time, enjoying the squeak he got in response. âPerhaps not, but if we ever end up on opposing sides again, I will not hesitate to tickle you into submission.â
âShut up,â 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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Hello! If you're sentence starters is still open, may i have number one âI wouldnât say that with the position youâre inâŠâ 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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âI wouldnât say that with the position youâre in,â 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.
âAre you going to just stand there and laugh or actually try to help me, you moron?â Kageyama snapped at the redhead.
Hinata looked indignant. âNoyaâs laughing at you, too!â
âHeâs not an idiot like you are!â
âHey!â
âAll right, settle down, first-years,â Noya said, asserting his one-year-older authority just because he couldâŠbut only for a moment. In the next he was smirking at Hinata, who smirked back, and then both of them descended on Kageyamaâs helpless torso at once.
âW-What?! Hey! No â ahahahahahaha nohohohohoho! Wahahahahahait!â 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 wasnât able to actually pry their fingers off of him or really fight back at all.
âTickle, tickle, grumpy-yama!â Hinata teased ruthlessly, pinching and scribbling up and down his belly. âYou should smile more! It looks good on you.â
âI dohohohohoho smihihihihihile!â
âNot genuinely,â 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. âAll of your smiles look creepy and forced. You should really smile more!â
âAhahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohot thehehehehehehere!â Kageyama shrieked, whipping around to try and free himself from Noyaâs tickling fingers along his back, only to suddenly find himself being assaulted the exact same way, but with his assailantsâ 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. âPlehehehehehehehease!â
âAh, all right, I guess we can let you go,â Noya said, coming to a stop. Hinata kept tickling for a few moments more, then stopped, too. âGive me your arms; Iâll help you get the jersey off.â
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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âQuit moving so much,â Senku grumbled, grasping Genâs wrists to hold him still. âCalm down. Iâm trying to help you.â
âSenku, why is it soââ
âDonât finish that sentence.â The scientist couldnât help but eye his partner a little bit, rolling his eyes with a tiny blush. âYou should be asking why you chose this costume, of all things.â
âWhat?â Gen looked at him over his shoulder. âBecause you like it. Why else?â
Senku huffed as he finally got the skirt up over his partnerâs hips. âLike it? Itâs a dress.â
âItâs a maid outfit,â Gen corrected haughtily, âand I know for a fact you were ogling me when I tried it on as a joke. If I hadnât left my phone in my jeans pocket, I would have absolutely taken a picture of you.â
âAnd then I would have confiscated your phone for a week,â Senku muttered.
âBut you wouldnât have made me delete the photo?â
âThat was implied, genius.â
Gen smirked, shimmying in the costume the tiniest bit. âYou know you want me~â
And then the skirt detached from the blouse.
âArms up!â Senku cried, grasping at the material before it could rip any further. âIf you were going to humiliate the both of us this way, why didnât you at least get something that wasnât the cheapest, thinnest fabric on the planet?â
Genâs wiggling eyebrows were all the answer he needed.
âRight.â The scientist rolled his eyes. âFine, hold still. Iâll try to pin it in place or something.â
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 â sometimes even light snickers.
âDonât mock me,â he grumbled. âIâm doing the best I can here. Iâm a scientist, not a seamstress.â
Gen giggled even harder at that.
Senku glared, then grinned wickedly. âYou know what? Forget it.â
âWhat â ah! Senku!â Gen cried in surprise when he was suddenly tackled onto the bed and pinned there face down. âWhat are you â eeeep! Nohohohohohoho!â
âThis costume was all for me anyway, right?â Senku challenged, tickling his partnerâs ribs and sides from behind teasingly. âWell, letâs skip to the part where you take it off again.â
âAha! So you dohohohohoho lihihihihike it!â 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. âGAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO IâM SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! SENKU!!â
Senku chuckled. âYou are ten billion percent going to pay for that, mentalist~â
#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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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 â 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 Miyaâs lap, doubled over with hysterics, tears streaming down his face.
Reki knew immediately just seeing it once would never be enough.
âYo, Miya,â he said, barely able to contain his own mirth just for watching Langa get lost in his. âWhat are you showing him?â
âSome video I found. Itâs kind of old but itâs this American lady acting like a total five-year-old.â The younger boy stared at the helpless Langa in his lap and chuckled. âI mean, I thought it was kind of dumb, but apparently Langa thinks itâs hilarious.â
At that moment the lady in said video yelled something through her own laughing fit, which Reki could barely hear, as Miya didnât 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 Miyaâs lap entirely, bursting into the loudest laughter either of them had ever heard from him.
It didnât 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 â Langa from the video, Reki and Miya from watching Langa.
âDude,â Reki wheezed once heâd finally regained his breath. âWhat was so funny?â
âThe â the vihihihideo!â Langa laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. He pushed himself back up and sucked in a huge breath of air. âCahahan you forward that to me? Iâve got to see it again!â
Miya smirked. âSure. Here, slime â Iâll text you the link.â
âThanks.â Langa bit his lip to try and control himself, but when his phone buzzed and he saw the link, he burst into giggles again. âOh, god, why did you show me that? Iâll never recover!â
âMaybe thatâs a good thing.â
Reki beamed. âIâve never heard you laugh so hard, Langa. I didnât even know you could be that loud!â
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 heâd hear Langa laugh like that again if it was the last thing he did.
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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 didnât seem to be working, they moved to memes and funny pictures. When that didnât get a huge reaction, they tried lame joke books, which failed even more since Langa didnât know enough Japanese to understand why half of the jokes were funny. Miya was ready to give up the endeavor, but Reki wasnât. 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. Langaâs laugh was perfect. He wanted more of it.
Think, Reki! Whatâs a guaranteed way to make him laugh really hard like that? What havenât 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 heâd 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, âYou 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.â
âOh,â Langa replied softly, nodding. âThat explains all the random videos and pictures. And those really lame jokes.â
âYou just laughed so hard at that.â Reki beamed at him. âWe wanted to see if we could find something to make you do that again.â
âWas I laughing that hard? Huh. I didnât really think about it, I guess.â
âSo I decided that thereâs 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.â
âYeah? What is it?â Langa asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Reki smirked at him. âTickling you.â
Langaâs eyes went wide. âWhat?â
âTickling you! Itâs so obvious. You are ticklish, arenât you, Langa?â
The blue-haired boy suddenly turned pink in the cheeks. He was frozen to the spot, like a deer in headlights. âUmâŠIâŠI think so, butâŠâ
âGreat!â Reki lunged for him, pushing him onto his back and grabbing his arms, holding them out at his sides so he couldnât fight back. âThen which spot makes you laugh the hardest? Where are you most ticklish?â
âReki, please, IâŠI havenât been tickled in a long time,â Langa said, his voice hushed and nervous. âI donât know the answer to that.â
âWell, letâs find out!â Reki let go of his arms to dig his fingers into the taller boyâs sides. He grinned triumphantly when he got a snort and some giggling in return for his efforts. âYouâre ticklish here, at least.â
âReheheheki!â Langa whined, clamping his arms down when the redhead traveled up to his ribs and underarms, testing new spots in rapid succession. âReki, plehehehehehease!â
âLetâs seeâŠyour sides are pretty ticklish, but your ribs donât seem as bad. Your armpits are a good spot, though.â Reki dug in a little harder, enjoying the squeal that erupted from his usually soft-spoken friend. âTickle, tickle!â
âDohohohohonât tehehehease me!â
âAll right, all right, fine.â 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 didnât 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 Langaâs shirt up to his chest, exposing his bare belly.
Langa sputtered a half-indignant, half-embarrassed, âW-What are you doing now?â
âJust one more test,â Reki promised. âThen Iâll let you go.â He squeezed Langaâs 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 â and excitement â Langa absolutely screamed with laughter.
âNAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA REHEHEHEHEHEKI!! WHAHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOHOING?!â
âMaking you laugh, obviously!â Reki giggled. âLooks like Iâve hit the jackpot!â 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.
âPLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!! REHEHEHEHEHEKI, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!â 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. âP-P-Please, n-not raspberries, I c-c-canât take them â please, Reki!â
Reki merely gripped his wrists tighter. He smiled. âOne more. Then Iâm done, I promise.â
Langa whimpered, but he was smiling wide. âNohohoho, noâŠâ
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 Langaâs screaming, loving the sound of his helpless laughter.
Finally â as promised â the redhead let him go, gently pulling his shirt back down and rubbing his tummy gingerly. âOkay, Iâm done. No more tickling for today.â
âT-Today?â Langa asked incredulously, groaning as he sat up, shoving Rekiâs hand away playfully.
Reki beamed at him. âWell, I canât promise Iâll never tickle you again. Iâll probably do it tomorrow, if Iâm being honest. I just love your laugh, Langa. I want to hear it all the time.â
Langa blushed, averting his eyes. âItâs nothing special, Reki. I mean, itâs just a normal laugh.â
âItâs not normal. Itâs better than normal.â
âWellâŠall right. But if youâre going to start tickling me, then youâd better watch your back.â The blue-haired boy winked at him. âIâm not above getting revenge.â
Reki felt his stomach turn excitedly at the words. He giggled before he could stop himself, then slapped his hand over his mouth.
âOh? You think Iâm joking?â
âNo! I think youâre being perfectly serious.â
âI am.â 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. âIâll get you back for this, Reki. Just you wait!â
#fanfiction#tickle fic#sk8 the infinity#reki#langa#renga#cute#fluff#playful#teasing#raspberries#tickling#ticklish#tickle
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