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tickle fic prompts

11: “I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown- shihit!”

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Reki had a huge surprise for Langa.

Of course, once he had heard about it, the bluenette had rushed straight over to his house, excitement clearly in his blue eyes. Reki had smiled, telling him to be patient; of course, this whole scenario was his own fault since he texted his boyfriend telling him that he wanted to show him something before he had even started on it.

Now, it had been two hours, and Reki could tell that Langa was getting real impatient. He didn’t have to say what he was feeling in order for Reki to understand him; it was rather interesting. It was mostly because occasionally the bluenette would tug on his sleeve or poke his arm, but Reki could also sense the pure frustration and excitement radiating off of him.

“What’s that you’re putting on my board?” Langa asked curiously, spotting Reki as he grabbed a small sticker on the corner of his desk, expertly hiding it so his boyfriend wouldn’t be able to see it until it was on his board.

“Hang on one moment,” Reki assured him, feeling the amusement bubbling in his chest. Langa was so clingy and impatient sometimes; it was actually rather cute.

However, instead of waiting patiently, which he had been doing so well these past couple of hours, Langa leaned forward and attempted to snatch the board clean out of Reki’s hands. “What is that?”

“Nothing.”

“If it’s ‘nothing,’ then why are you attempting to hide it from me?”

“Because I’m fixing your board!”

“But it’s mine.”

“And I’m fixing it for you!” This time, Reki had to lift up his arms to lift the board above his head, steering it clear from Langa’s reach. He could see the glint in the bluenette’s eyes and, before he could reach forward to dig his fingers into Reki’s sides, the redhead had twisted completely out of the way so his back was facing Langa.

“Nice try,” Reki hissed, but his chest was pounding, knowing exactly that Langa wasn’t going to take anything from him, especially right now. But it didn’t hurt to try, right? “I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown- shihit!”

It was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad lie. Langa didn’t hesitate to reach forward and tweak at his ribs, knowing full well that Reki was insanely ticklish and that he wasn’t about to just let him get away with lying to him. Reki let out an instant squeal of laughter, his grip on the board loosening. However, he refused to completely let it go as Langa tickled up and down his sides, sending the redhead into a fit of shrieky laughter and cackles.

“Are you gonna give me the board yet?” Langa asked calmly, not intending to give in to any begging or pleas for mercy until Reki complied.

“N-neheheve--AHAHAAHAHA NOHOHO!!!” Reki cried as Langa began to squeeze at his sides while nibbling at his neck, the ticklish motions sending the redhead into an absolute frenzy. Reki squirmed and kicked, screaming with laughter as he was completely trapped in the depths of his boyfriend’s tickle assault, unable to move or free himself as much as he thrashed and twisted like a fish out of water.

Then finally, when Langa slipped his fingers under the hem of Reki’s sweatshirt and began to flutter his fingers over his bare tummy, making him absolutely howl with laughter, Reki finally managed to bark out: “OKAHAHAYI’LLGIVEITBAHAHAHACK!!”

Langa smirked triumphantly as the grip on his board loosened, sending it to fall completely on its top. “Pleasepleaseplease...” Reki was panting, even after the tickling had stopped. Even though he wasn’t able to see it from the distance he was at from the board, Langa was able to spot the new modification that Reki had just added: It was a little R, right up on the top corner to the left of the yeti head.

“Reki...” Langa began, quite a bit taken aback. “Does that R...”

“It’s for my name,” Reki responded, cutting him off. “I also added an L to mine. Look.”

Langa’s gaze followed the direction that Reki’s finger was pointing to, and it landed on his boyfriend’s board, which was propped up against the wall of his room. At the north end of the board towards its left side, there was a little blue ‘L’ pasted on the bottom of it. Langa couldn’t stop himself from outright blushing; there was no denying that that L symbolized the first letter of his own name.

Langa then proceeded to wrap Reki in a tight hug, making him burst into giggles once again. “Reki,” Langa breathed out. “That’s the best surprise ever. Thank you.”

It was now Reki’s turn to blush as he smiled at his boyfriend, smiling even more as Langa pressed a kiss to his cheek. Now they would never skateboard without each other; even if they weren’t together physically, those letters were special. They symbolized their love for each other, a love that they knew, no matter what happened to either of them, would never die.

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #anime tickling #my posts #ask #anonymous

[tk-writer]

Annoying. [Haikyuu!! - IwaOi]

Oikawa is being extra annoying during practice one night, and Iwaizumi finally realizes why.

Word count: 1702

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“...Ow!”

Iwaizumi rubbed his forehead where the volleyball had just smacked him, hoping the stinging would pass soon. His skin felt raw and hot under his palm, increasing his frustration to a colossal level. He glared across the court at his practice mate, Oikawa, whose cheeky grin only aggravated him further. 

“Sorry, Iwa-chan! I guess my aim is a little off today!”

It was a typical shitty excuse for typical Shittykawa. One that he might’ve accepted... if this hadn’t been the twenty-seventh fucking time that day that he had served the ball directly into Iwaizumi’s face. It was beyond human error at this point; for someone like Oikawa, who prided himself on his precision, multiple mistakes in a row just didn’t happen. He was instigating him on purpose.

What he didn’t understand was why. 

Was he trying to provoke him so that he’d get more amped up about practice? Oikawa was known for petty tricks like that. Their other teammates had left long ago, leaving the two of them alone to practice together in preparation for their upcoming game. Maybe he thought Iwaizumi wasn’t taking it seriously enough without other people around to watch.

Most likely, he was probably just annoying him for shits and giggles. 

Iwaizumi wasn’t known for his patience or tact, although he prided himself on his ability to tolerate Oikawa for long periods of time. From the nauseating pet names to the childish teasing, Aoba Johsai’s setter wasn’t exactly easy for him to work with. Yet somehow he had found a way to cope all these years.

It was days like this, though, that made him question why he put himself through so much for the sake of playing volleyball.

The spiker advanced towards his childhood friend, radiating as much ominous energy as he could in hopes of frightening the plucky third year. 

“Oikawa...”

“Waaaaah! I’m sooorryyyyyy! Don’t hurt me Iwa-chan!!”

Not a chance, Iwaizumi thought to himself. Smacking him wouldn’t do much. There was only one way to shut him up, a method Iwaizumi had discovered years ago. As unorthodox as it was, it was usually pretty effective.

Funny enough, although he must have known what was coming, Oikawa didn’t run away or try to escape. (That was strange, Iwaizumi thought, but he didn’t dwell on it for long.) Instead, he backed up until he was against the gym wall and babbled out pleas for mercy as Iwaizumi got closer and closer. 

When the spiker was within arms reach, he stretched out his hands…

...and poked two stiff fingers into the sides of Oikawa’s waist.

“Ahahaha-AHAHAAHAHA! IWA NOOOOO!”

His over the top reaction was just as amusing as ever. Even though he was still pissed about getting hit, Iwaizumi couldn’t help but crack a small smile as his fingers jumped up and down his teammate’s sides. Seeing him squeeze his eyes shut, scrunch up his nose, and throw back his head as he giggled uncontrollably almost made getting hit in the face worth it. Almost.

Oikawa batted his hands weakly against his chest, but otherwise didn’t put up much of a fight. It wasn’t long before he crumpled up and began slowly sliding down to the floor. 

Good. That made things much easier.

He added the rest of his fingers and started kneading Oikawa’s lower ribs, making sure to get that sweet spot in the back that always made him scream. The guy sounded like he was being skewered with hot irons, the way he was wailing through sputtered laughter. Iwaizumi had barely even begun to touch him yet he was already losing his mind.

It was just a warning, though. After a few short seconds he pulled away, donning his usual stony expression. Oikawa opened his eyes and looked strangely disappointed, but only for a split second. He started whining as soon as his giggles died down.

“You’re so mean!”

“And you’re a pain in the ass.”

“I said I was sorry!! Jeez...”

“If you’re really sorry, then stop sending me shitty serves. Or else I’ll get you even worse.”

He saw Oikawa visibly gulp at the threat, which gave him a great sense of satisfaction. He rushed over to the other side of the net once again, waiting to receive the serve. Oikawa waved at him cheerfully, which made him roll his eyes. Then he took a deep breath, eyes glossing over as his focus turned to serving completely.

He saw him throw it in the air, get a running jump…

… and soon got another faceful of volleyball. Extra sweaty.

This one actually hurt more than the others. It came at him like a missle seeking out a target. Iwaizumi rubbed his cheek where it made impact, hoping it wouldn’t leave a bruise the next day. His piercing eyes fixated on Oikawa, who actually looked scared for once.

He practically sprinted to the other side, grabbing Oikawa right as he turned on his heel. He held him firmly in an unbreakable grasp, arms wrapped around his torso from the back to pin him to his chest. The guy was giggling before he even touched him. 

“Wahahahait… Iwa-chan!! Ehehee, that really was a mistake! I didn’t mean to-”

“So you’re saying the other thirty times weren’t mistakes?” he hissed in his ear, causing him to scrunch his shoulders and giggle nervously in response.

“I… you… I didn’t… I mean-eheehehehe! Please, not thehehe-EHEHERE!!”

The panicked plea came right after Iwaizumi started clawing under his arms, having wormed their way there after grabbing the setter. Oikawa slammed his arms down a second too late, trapping them there as they mercilessly dug into one of his worst spots. Again, he wasn’t really fighting much, just wiggling in place and howling like a wild animal. His high pitched shrieks bounced off the gym walls, filling the room with joyful laughter.

“You’re being extra annoying today and it’s pissing me off,” Iwaizumi grumbled as he tickled even harder. 

“Aheeheehee, bahahaha, Iwa-AHAAHAHAHA!”

Oikawa was really having trouble speaking, so Iwaizumi slowed down a bit, going back to the random pinches and squeezes around his ribcage. It still had an effect; Oikawa’s bubbly giggles were quite loud, although a bit more contained.

“Iwa, I’m sorrehehehe, have mercy pleeheheheehease!!”

“Nope,” said Iwaizumi, shifting his hands downwards to scribble all over his sides. That earned him another round of tittered giggles.

While Oikawa was busy squirming around, the spiker snuck his hands under his shirt, and started tracing little circles on his back at a slow and maddening pace. Oikawa let out a long squeal and arched forward, only to spring back when Iwaizumi abruptly switched to spidering his stomach. His skin quivered under his hands like jello. It felt soft and warm; Iwaizumi felt himself getting a little flustered for some reason.

“Iwahahaha!! It tihihihihickles!”

“Good.”

“Come ahahahaan!”

Iwa paused again, resting his palms against Oikawa’s waist. He drummed his fingers on his sides, his grin growing bigger every time his friend flinched in return. Once again, he felt very little resistance from the Aoba setter. Even though he had the opportunity to break away in this moment, he just stood there passively  as Iwa held him. 

Iwa spun him around so he could get a better look at his face. This seemed to take him aback; Oikawa had no time to hide his expression or fake any emotions. He saw a flush of pink creeping up his neck all the way to his ears, matching perfectly with the twisted grimace he donned on his round and youthful face.

Suddenly, something dawned on him, and he wanted to smack himself for not realizing it sooner.

Oikawa wanted him to do this.

How could he have been so oblivious? He knew Oikawa better than anyone, and although he didn’t have his talent for reading people, he was pretty good at putting two and two together. Like his shy, nervous blush whenever Iwaizumi approached him in a menacing manner. Or the way he never really tried to get away while it was happening. And the fact that he never once said stop, even when things got intense.

Oikawa liked being tickled.

And what made it even better was knowing he wanted Iwaizumi to tickle him.

A devious smirk crept across his face once he put all the pieces together. His expression left Oikawa unsettled, although there was more than a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Iwa…? I don’t like that look you’re giving me…”

“If you wanted my attention or something, you could’ve just said so,” he stated, poking into his waist again.

“Ehehee…! I told you, it was an -ahaHAHA! - an accident!!”

“You’re a lousy liar.”

He drilled into one spot between his stomach and his hips, knowing it was a death spot for the setter, and relished the maniacal shrieks that grew in pitch the longer it went on.

“Iwaaahahahahaahahaha! EEEK - dohohon’t!! It’s really bad!”

“You think you’re real slick, don’t you?”

“Huh?! Whahahat?!”

Iwaizumi wanted to laugh out loud as his friend feigned ignorance. He finally let him go, releasing him from his iron grip so that he could catch his breath. Oikawa took more than a couple minutes to return to normal, collapsing on the floor with all his energy depleted, leaving Iwa to clean up the gym mostly on his own. When he was done, he walked over and extended a peaceful hand to help his friend back to his feet.

“That’s enough for tonight. Let’s go home.”

“Huh… but…” Oikawa blinked, looking a bit dumbfounded while Iwa struggled to keep a straight face.

God, he hated to admit it, but it was pretty damn cute seeing Oikawa so desperate for more. His thoughts were written all over his face, longing for that head-spinning sensation Iwaizumi had just given him. He knew he’d never fess up about his little quirk, at least not without some interrogation, since he was a prideful person and had a reputation to uphold after all. But it meant a lot that he trusted Iwa with such an intimate secret.

Perhaps in the future he’d tease him about it more. But for now, he was happy to indulge his friend… and also get some revenge.

#tickle fic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #iwaoi #lee!oikawa #ler!iwaizumi #ok so maybe it wasnt 3000 words but jkdshf

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Tell Mammon you want to sit with Asmodeus

Movie Night leading up to this decision 

“I think she can decide what she wants, right?” Asmodeus says, snuggling closer to you. Mammon growls and moves closer to both of you and you hold out your hand.

“Mammon, Asmodeus was here first. If you got here sooner, then you would have been able to sit here. Fair is fair.” You say with a small shrug. Mammon looks as if you just punched him in the gut and you feel bad for him, but you know Asmodeus will absolutely pitch a fit if you say no to him now that he’s all comfortable against you.

“Besides, why would she want to sit next to you when she has the option of sitting next to someone as beautiful as me?” Asmodeus continues and you nudge him slightly. Mammon just growls again and sits on the loveseat near the couch, staring at you both.

“You better not be up to any funny business, Asmodeus.” Mammon says, jabbing two fingers at him as if to say ‘I’m watching you’. 

“Oh, nothing funny at all. Isn’t that right?” Asmodeus says, placing his hand on your thigh. Your cheeks flush and you open your mouth to protest when he squeezes a little. Instead, you close your mouth tight before a ticklish squeak leaves your mouth. Asmodeus looks up at you, his eyebrows jumping up. Mammon didn’t notice.

“I don’t want to see either of you messing around. It’s gross.” Mammon says.

“What’s gross is having to be in the same room as you.” Satan says as he enters the room, dragging Leviathan by his ear. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Let me go! I don’t wanna be here!” Levi whines. Finally, Satan lets go of his brother’s ear and picks up the remote. He looks at his options before moving to the loveseat.

“Be nice.” You remind Satan. He just groans and plops down next to Mammon. Mammon just shifts away from him slightly and curls up against the arm of the chair.

“Satan, make sure you tell me if Mammon starts to cry. I’m going to be live-blogging this whole experience and I want to know when exactly Mammon breaks.“  Leviathan says, taking out his phone and sitting down in front of the screen. Beelzebub is the last to arrive with six bowls all precariously balanced on his arms. 

“Thanks, Beelz!” Mammon says, holding his hand out for a bowl. You just shake your head, knowing that all of those bowls are for Beelzebub. Sure enough, Beelz just ignores Mammon, sitting next to Levi and spreading his popcorn bowls in a semi circle in front of him. Mammon pouts and leans back against the loveseat in a huff.

“Since everyone is here, I will go ahead and start the movie. Tonight, we will be watching The Devil and Me, a romantic horror movie made by our fellow students here at Devildom.” Lucifer says, pulling up a chair for himself after turning off the lights to the room.

“A romantic horror? What does that even mean?” Mammon says, looking thoroughly confused. You were just about to ask the same thing.

“I had a few students who were so incredibly inspired by my beauty,” Asmodeus says, “that they had to create something equally spectacular. We are going to be the first demons to witness their masterpiece before it hits theaters!”

Of course, now the title makes a lot more sense. 

The movie begins and you settle in against Asmodeus. He leans in close.

“Are you ticklish, human?” Asmodeus whispers in your ear. Just the warm breath tickles your ear and you feel your cheeks turn a little pink.

“Shhh.” You shush him, unable to deny his question. He chuckles against the skin of your neck and you fight the ticklish urge to squirm away. 

“How about a little game, human?” He asks, his hand creeping under your shirt. “You versus me. Everytime the character has to fight demons, I get to tickle you. Every time there’s sexual tension, you get to tickle me. If you make a sound and bother the others, I win and I get to do whatever I want with you after this.”

“And if I win?” You ask under your breath. 

“Then you get to do whatever you want with me…” Asmodeus says, gently biting your earlobe.

You have a choice 

<< Accept the Deal >>

…Okay so you don’t really have a choice.

“You’re on,” You say and shift slightly so that you can wrap your arm around his waist. 

And you’re off to a bad start. It just now hit you that he must have seen the movie before everyone else if he knew what exactly to base these stupid rules on. The movie starts up with the main character fighting some demons and Asmodeus’ wiggly fingers are already attacking you. He wants to win apparently.

His fingers dig into your sides and you clamp your lips shut almost immediately. How is he so good at tickling? You fight the urge to wiggle or squirm away as his fingers glide up to your ribs and then back down to your sides and up again. It’s like he’s playing you like an instrument.

An instrument that won’t play. The character in the movie locks eyes with a demon and you immediately begin your retaliation. Your hands jump to his sides, but he doesn’t look like he’s being affected at all. Your heart drops into your stomach. That bastard. Did he create this whole deal when he wasn’t even ticklish?!

Asmodeus gently cups your face in his hands and brings his lips close to yours.

“That tickles a bit…maybe try some different spots,” He says, his breath hot on your lips. Your fingers have paused in their assault, too mesmerized by the Avatar of Lust and his closeness to you. 

“Hey! Back off!” Mammon’s voice exclaims from the dark and Asmodeus chuckles. Slowly, Asmodeus pulls his face away from you. You turn your attention back to the movie though your mind is reeling. 

What could he mean by that? Were there spots on him that were in fact ticklish? 

Oh. Ooooh. 

You’re ready for the next time there is sexual tension on screen, preparing a game plan in your head. 

Before you can act on your plan, another fight breaks out between the main character and demons. Asmodeus gently pulls you into his lap this time, and you glance over at Mammon. He’s not paying attention anymore, his eyes glued to the screen.

Asmodeus begins lightly nibbling on the back of your neck while his fingers dance on your sides and ribs again. You take your hands and clamp them over your mouth, wiggling a little more against his lips. It’s the small kisses and nibbles on your neck that are really pushing you this time. 

“Careful, human” Asmodeus whispers in your ear, “Or they may hear you”

You bite back another giggle as the breath against your ears tickles even more. His fingers move up to under your arms and your eyes squeeze shut as you know you’re about to lose. You squirm even more on top of his lap. This is torture. Pure demonic torture.

But you have to win. Your eyes snap open to pay attention to the screen. More sexual tension, of course. The battle had ended already and Asmodeus is just tickling you because he can.

Alright, your turn. You push yourself off of his lap and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Cheater.” You hiss at him.

“I was just having fun, human. Weren’t you?” He teases. You immediately go into your attack mode which is pretty simple. 

You place your hand on his thigh and before he can make a joke about it, you begin squeezing. 

His casual and fashionable pants did very little to defend against your hands. Asmodeus lets out a small sound before he throws his head back against the couch. He managed to stifle his laugh, but he’s really struggling now. His face is scrunched up in pure concentration. He’s pretty stubborn too, but you have a pretty good idea how you’re going to break him. 

Your hands move up to his hips, still squeezing away. Asmodeus bucks and pushes himself away from you in pure instinct. Your smile right now could rival the devil himself. 

“Don’t get on my bad side, human. There’s another battle coming up,” Asmodeus warns, putting his hands up defensively. You have to act fast.

You quickly climb back onto his lap, this time facing him. You begin nibbling at his neck and your hands drift back down to his hips. You see the panic in his eyes as he strikes as well.

You squeeze his hips right as he goes in for the kill himself, pushing his wiggling fingers underneath your arms.

“AHAHAAHAHA” You both laugh and into each other just as the lights flip on. 

Now all the brothers are staring at you both, Asmodeus with his arms wrapped around you and resting on your upper back and your face buried in his neck. It doesn’t look good.

“Asmodeus, if you could refrain from screwing the human in the middle of the movie, that would be much appreciated. I understand that Diavolo wants us to improve our relationships with the humans, but I would rather not be present.” Lucifer says in his deadpan voice, just staring at you both.

“Awww, but I was having fun.” Asmodeus says, pulling you closer to him. You bury your bright red face into his neck to hide it from the others.

“At least go back to your rooms,” Beelz says “I don’t want to smell that while eating my popcorn,”

“If they get to go back to their rooms, does that mean that I can go back to mine?” Levi says, perking up a bit. 

“Well, I’m going back to mine.” Mammon grumbles, getting up and walking out of the room. He definitely doesn’t look happy and you feel bad for just a moment. You know he has feelings for you so it must really hurt seeing you in the arms of his brother. 

“Fine,” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers “Movie night is officially over,”

Asmodeus, in one graceful move, gets up with you still in his arms and carries you out of the room.

“I’m pretty sure I won by the way.” He says triumphantly.

<< You have unlocked alternate ending – WARNING – Rated R >>

#obey me #asmodeus #tickle fic #ticklish mc #asmodeus x mc #GA babe #submission

[tk-writer]

A fifth time. [YTTD - lee!Sou]

The first time Sou saw it happen, he felt indifferent.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Just two friends being annoying and messing with each other, like friends often did. After everyone had moved into the duplex together at the beginning of the year, Sou knew he’d have to get used to seeing his acquaintances display their affection in different ways. Watching Joe and Sara was different, though. For some reason, he felt cross whenever he was in their presence. They were clearly close knit, often sharing little intimacies like holding hands or giving each other impromptu hugs. Sou never really had friends in the past and missed out on stuff like this, and it made him yearn for that closeness more than he wanted to admit. Maybe that’s why he disliked both of them so much.

The tickle fights, however, were something else. To Sou, these seemed intense, but both parties appeared to enjoy themselves a lot. That time, Joe had snuck up behind Sara, pinched her ribs, and then ran away before she could retaliate. Her reaction was a mix between a shriek and a giggle, surprisingly childlike for someone who was usually so serious.

Sou found it so entertaining that he almost laughed too. Almost.

The second time he saw it happen, he felt irritated. But that was because they were making a racket when it was well past midnight. He woke up from the noise and trudged down the hallway in search of a late night snack that might have helped reintroduce him to sleep. When he was almost to the kitchen, he heard a symphony of loud and obnoxious laughter erupting from the living room. He peeked around the corner and saw Sara and Joe wrestling on the couch. Hands flew in every direction, jabbing sides and ribs and burrowing under clamped arms. Both had big, stupid smiles plastered across their reddening faces. It looked like they were having a lot of fun. A twinge of jealousy struck through Sou, but he smothered the feeling before it could grow. He quickly went to grab a box of cheese crackers and sulked back to his bedroom.

The third time he saw it happen, he felt amused. Mainly because Joe had finally been humbled. For once, Sara had gained the upper hand. That day, she had managed to back him into a corner, and it looked like she was either poking him or squeezing him or doing a combination of both (it was a little hard for him to see, since Sara’s back faced him and Joe was pretty much crumpled up on the floor). The brown haired kid was a complete mess. He giggled like mad, squirming around helplessly as his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. 

Sou almost felt bad for him. Almost.

But the fourth time it happened, he found himself involved.

Most of the household was present when the incident occurred, which made it even more humiliating. Keiji was sipping on black coffee while he read crime reports in the armchair, like he always did in the early afternoons. Nao and Reko were baking something together in the kitchen that smelled savory and made his stomach rumble. Kai was sweeping the floor and tending to other chores around the house, following his usual schedule for Thursdays. Joe and Sara sat next to Sou on the couch, trying to decide what to watch. An argument ensued over something stupid, like which reboot of an 80s cartoon was better, and within seconds they were at it again. And this time, he was in the crossfire.

Sara backed into him unintentionally while trying to fight off Joe’s wiggling fingers. She elbowed Sou in her struggle, prompting him to say something for once.

“Ouch! Knock it off, will ya...”

The two of them paused, their playful giggles quieting down momentarily.

“Ah! Sorry... got a little carried away. Heh.”

Joe seemed apologetic, seeking forgiveness like a disobedient puppy sought from its master, making Sou detest him even more. Sara gave him a pitiful look as well, which was even worse.

“Take that somewhere else...” He snapped. “I don’t wanna get involved.”

Sara and Joe exchanged curious glances before focusing back on Sou. He froze up, sensing that something was about to happen, and began to feel very, very nervous.

“Involved with what?”

Sou tried to inch away, but his head hit the back of the couch and he found himself with no place to go. Sara was crawling towards him with a mischievous look in her eyes. He kept his composure as much as he could, but even he couldn’t hide the skittish twinge in his voice.

“Whatever you were doing just now.”

Joe crept up on his other side, getting a little too close for comfort. 

“Ohhh, you mean you don’t wanna get tickled?”

The mere mention of the word gave the green haired boy goosebumps. Sou could tell he was trying to stifle a smile, but it broke through as a devious grin instead.

“Are you ticklish, Sou?” Sara asked innocently.

The question struck fear through his heart. His eyes darted around the room in search of a way out. Keiji said nothing, silently observing the scene unfold before him from the corner of his eye with a half smile on his lips. He knew he would not find an ally in him. His eyes went to the kitchen next. He heard Nao and Reko singing faintly, ignorant to what was happening in the living room. No help there, either. Desperate, he searched for Kai only to see a quick flash of his back as he disappeared upstairs. 

Joe and Sara closed in on him, making escape impossible.

“No! No! I’m not,” Sou blurted out as he curled up in defense. He pulled up his scarf until it covered his nose and, thankfully, his flushed cheeks.

“You’re lying!! Everyone’s ticklish somewhere!” Joe argued.

“Well... I’m not...” he mumbled back.

“There’s an easy way to prove that wrong, you know.”

Sara’s fingers suddenly skittered up his side, and that’s when he realized it was the beginning of the end. His skin twitched uncontrollably as he lost control of his body, each of his limbs flailing around of their own accord. He bit his lip and grunted, struggling hard as he tried to hold back his own laugh. His face was twisted in a grimace, the corners of his lips creeping upward as the tickles continued.

“Hnngh! Stop!!”

“But I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Sara teased with a smug look on her face.

“MMMPH! I’m not!”

He wasn’t doing a very good job of convincing them. Joe soon joined in, jabbing his other side and laughing cheerfully when he jerked in response. Together, they attacked him using every technique in the book. Poking, prodding, and spidering all over his upper body until he thought he would go mad. They dug under his arms when he clamped them at his sides. They wormed their way into the spaces between his ribs while he crossed his arms in defense. They clawed at his belly when he rolled from left to right. All of which tickled horribly, much more than he ever imagined. He choked back his laughter as long as he could, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction of a reaction. The longer it went on, however, the more difficult that was.

“You can’t hold it in forever! We’re gonna get you! Haha!”

Joe’s comment made him feel three inches tall. It was the final nail in the coffin that sent him over the edge. His strength sapped, he could no longer hold back. When Sara started squeezing his knees unexpectedly, he finally exploded into a flurry of giggles.

“Ugh...! Gaaah! Hnnngh, mmmph!! No, no, nohohoho! Dohohohohon’t!! AHAHAAHAHA!!”

His laughter was awkward and clumsy. It tripped and stumbled as it fell from his mouth in an off-beat pattern, as if the expression of joy was unfamiliar to him. And it was; genuinely laughing like this was a foreign experience. However, it didn’t last long, as both Sara and Joe knew they were already pushing things by taking it this far. After a minute or two, they backed off and gave him some space to breathe.

“You okay, Sou?”

“...”

“I think Sou enjoyed it more than he cares to admit.”

Keiji threw out his two cents when it was all said and done, which elicited a murderous glare from Sou. The friendly policeman gave him an arrogant smirk in response, as if to twist the knife in deeper. Sou could have killed him on the spot. What made it worse was that he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

A raspy voice suddenly rang out from the kitchen, followed by Reko’s head peeking from around the corner.

“Was that Sou giggling like that? What are you doing??”

Sou wanted to disappear. He pulled his beanie down until it almost covered his eyes. His face felt hot, hot, hot, burning against the fabric of his scarf. He fell silent, so Sara and Joe gave him a couple timid apologies before moving on to the next conversation. Reko disappeared back into the kitchen, Keiji returned his attention to the cases in hand, and the incident was quickly forgotten, fading away into the rest of the afternoon as if it never occured. A bizarre feeling of disappointment washed over Sou that he didn’t quite understand. He hated to give Keiji credit, but maybe he was onto something that even Sou hadn’t realized.

He wondered if there would ever be a fifth time.

#yttd #your turn to die #tickling #tickle fic #lee!sou #ler!sara #ler!joe #here's that lee sou fic i had to rewrite completely because i deleted the whole thing by accident :'-) #im not as happy with it as i was with the first version... but w/e #cant keep cryin over spilled milk right :'-) :'-) :'-) #*cries for 30 years*