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Can I request lee!sugishita from windbreaker and any let of your choice 👉👈

You bet your sweet niblets you can have Lee!Sugishita! (Does anyone else remember that? From Hanna Montana? I looked it up and apparently it's corn???) This made me so happy akjrekjarjkejkr I LOVE him TwT <3 Decided to go with Kiryu for this fic cause why not? They're a bit of a vibe! (Got a little shippy at the end- we're trying things :D) I hope you like it!

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@imjusthere07 @ticklish-n-stuff

“Can I play with your hair?”

Sugishita ignored the question. It wasn’t with malicious intent, he simply didn’t think anyone was speaking to him.

Then he saw Kiryu lean in from his left with a curious head tilt and realized- oh, he was talking to him.

“I’m not gonna touch you- don’t worry.” The pink haired teen raised his hands when Sugishita glared, a soft laugh coloring his voice. “Unless you want me to. That’s why I asked. So?” He looked so eager, like a puppy eyeing a chew toy. “Can I?”

What a conflict he faced. Part of him immediately wanted to say no. The idea of some guy’s greasy fingers in his well-kept hair made his skin crawl. Not to mention he was a bit tender headed. Even tying it back hurt, hence why he left it loose.

And yet..Kiryu clearly knew what he was doing. His own hair looked nice, and he didn’t look heavy handed anyway…

With some reluctance, he nodded.

���Is that a yes? Positive?” Kiryu asked, double checking. When Sugishita gave him another nod, this one a tad more irritated, he beamed. “Ooo, okay! Hang on- lemme pull up a chair..”

Scraping followed, as did a whiff of Kiryu’s body spray. It smelled sweet and artificial, but it wasn’t too bad. “Just so we’re on the same page, if you want me to stop, raise your hand.” Kiryu flapped his own about in demonstration. “Do something like that and I’ll leave you alone, okay?”

“Sure.” He grunted, lowering himself into his folded arms so the other could reach. He felt tense all over- bracing for the worst. With a second of anticipation, Kiryu’s fingers touched his head.

…And it felt so nice.

“Wow, you take great care of it, don’t you?” The pink haired boy mused as he carefully undid tangles within the dark locks, smoothing them out and running his fingers through the length. It was gentle- the kind of touch his grandmother would use on him when he was in middle school and couldn’t sleep. “It’s as soft as it looks! Plus it’s in great condition-  you must use some really nice shampoo on it.”

Sugishita hummed, eyes growing heavy at each pass. He thought he’d be stiff the entire time, and yet with barely a touch he was puddy in Kiryu’s hands. He’d have to work on that.

“Hm? Sugi- you sleeping?” The fingers in his hair drifted downward, curling against the back of his neck. That made him wake up. “Whoops, sorry! I forgot you’re ticklish here.”

“Forgot” his ass! Just like that- the taller boy was stiff all over again. Only this time for an entirely new reason as he pressed down further into his arms. Kiryu’s hand was still resting on his neck, fingers curling the hairs on the nape of it teasingly. “Kiryu..”

“Hehe, sorry, sorry.” The hand returned to his scalp, gently massaging it and melting his guard. “You’re a lot more sensitive than you look. It’s a good thing no one can reach your neck when you’re standing up, huh?”

That sounded like a warning. Sugishita debated waving him off. Head scritches or no head scritches? Decisions decisions…

“Good thing I don’t need to be tall to do this.” The hands in his hair suddenly dropped down to his sides, grabbing them and pressing in gently. Sugishita spasmed in his seat, arms shooting down to protect himself. “Hehe, tickle tickle Sugi-chan!”

He should have known better! Someone like Kiryu- an infamous tickle monster- wanting to just play with his hair? A ploy! He’d been tricked! “N-Nohoho!” He whimpered before pressing his head into the desk, hushed giggles spilling over his lips.

“No? Not here? Does it tickle too much, Sugi-chan? I swore this wasn’t your worst spot.” Kiryu’s fingers walked upward, making him twitch with each poke to his ribs. When they paused just before his armpits, he felt himself tense with anticipation. “Oo, is someone nervous?”

He could end it all now. Wave his hand- tell him to stop. Kiryu for all his antics did seem to listen to a strong “no”. Him pausing now was a way of giving him an out.

Insead, he chose not to respond. To not wave his hand about or whatever Kiryu told him to do earlier. He simply stiffened up- readying himself for his fate.

“Oo, bracing for impact, are we?” The hands tapping below his armpits, crawled downward, curling slowly into his waist and making him shiver with more giggles. “I changed my mind. I’m not ready to break you just yet. I wanna see how long you can stand it.”

“Iihihi can tahahake it!” He grunted through his snickers, a bold move when it came to Kiryu. His touch was as gentle as it was in his hair, and it unfortunately tickled terribly. It was way worse than Umemiya’s friendly pokes or Suo’s skittering fingers! This was feathery, nimble. His kryptonite apparently. “I cahahan lahahast loohohohger than heheeeee!”

“Last longer than whom?” Kiryu cooed at him, standing up and hovering over the giggly boy as he moved to his stomach. It took little effort to slip his hands under his shirt, even less to avoid the hands grabbing at his wrists. “Who’re you talking about, Sugi-chan? Sakura?”

“What?” Sakura called, hearing his name. Sugishita suddenly felt motivated to last longer. “Go for his legs.”

This motherfu-

“Nah, that’s too much work.” Oh thank goodness! “I’ll go for his armpits instead.”

“No, dohohohoohn’t!” The hands on his belly shot up to his vulnerable pits, making him spasm so hard he fell out of his seat. So much for lasting longer. His muted laugh was nearly lost in the chatter of their classmates as he struggled to curl up, swatting at Kiryu’s hands. “Nohohoht thehehehere!”

“Hmm? Is it as bad as your legs? Or are you simply one big tickle spot?” A hand reached down to squeeze his thigh, ripping a snort from Sugishita’s lungs. “Oo, they weren’t kidding about your legs, huh?”

“Gehehahahaha!” He couldn’t take it! Not with that terribly soft touch wiggling along his kneecaps. He flailed his hand about, swatting at the air to gain Kiryu’s attention. “Stahahhap! Pleahahahase!”

“Hehe, okay.” The tickles came to an end as promised. Sugishita gasped for air as he laid there on the floor, drawing his knees up as he rested his hands on his belly. “Need help getting in your chair?”

He didn’t fight when Kiryu pulled him up and back in his seat. Nor when the hands from earlier returned to his hair, soothing in their passes once more. “Sorry- I really did mean to just play with your hair. You’re so cute when tickled though- I wanted to see it.”

Did he just say that outloud? His voice was hush- close to his ear. It was like he was sharing a secret only for them. Sugishita felt his face warm, and he tucked his head further into the crook of his arm. Behind him, he felt Kiryu’s breath as he laughed.

“Sorry- I’m not trying to tease you. I really do mean it.” He leaned back then, giving him a few more head scritches before releasing him completely. “Thank you for indulging me. Hey- do I have your number?”

First he calls him cute and now he wants his number? What the hell was happening!? Unable to look at him, Sugishita tugged his phone from his pocket and blindly passed it to Kiryu, ears burning at the soft but delighted noise he made. A few minutes later, his phone was returned. “Thanks, Sugi-chan! I’m gonna go ahead and make your contact now!”

The chair was dragged away. Sugishita waited until he was positive Kiryu was gone before checking his contacts. Sure enough, there was Kiryu’s face- a kissy mouth selfie with his name. There were three pink hearts beside it.

The hearts made him blush again. The text that followed soon after nearly had him as red as Sakura.

Thanks for playing with me, Sugi-chan. Let’s do it again sometime ‘ (>W<) ‘

He didn’t dare look back. He knew what he'd see. Instead, he sent a thumbs up emoji before laying his head back down on his desk, closing his eyes.

His head felt rather nice the rest of class.

Thanks for reading!

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Heyo! I'm not really sure if this is how you're supposed to do it (it's my first time submitting anything), but I saw that your requests are open and figured, why not give it a shot :)

If I'm doing this wrong (as is likely), you have my apologies! Anyways, back to my idea:

So everyone knows that Tomioka Giyuu never smiles- he's basically just a stoic, emotionless, sword-wielding bean who has water powers and is always cloaked in his mismatched haori. And no one knows this better than his colleagues, the infamous Hashira.

So naturally, said Hashira can't help but wonder, even if they won't admit it (*cough, cough, Sanemi cough*), if the Water Pillar is even capable of smiling- let alone laughing. Their solution to quenching their curiosity? Make a bet to see who can get Giyuu to laugh first. (Mitsuri may have played a teeny, tiny role in creating the bet and forcing convincing the other Hashira to participate hehe)

And so, the most powerful members of the Demon Slayer Corps receive their most important mission yet: Get Tomioka Giyuu to laugh by any means necessary. They immediately begin their quest, some charging in with enthusiasm or determination (Mitsuri, Rengoku), others choosing a more tactical, roundabout approach (Shinobu), and a select few only grudgingly participating in the competition (grumbling and complaining all the way about wasting their effort and time, though their approaches did essentially nothing but confuse the target- Sanemi, Obanai). (Muichiro just kinda stood off to the sidelines after making his own half-hearted attempt; he was actually curious and wanted to hear Giyuu's laugh, but boy just didn't want to put in the effort 😂)

Jokes, stories, unexpected remarks, weird facial expressions, purposeful plummets straight to the ground, wildly laughing out loud in the hopes that you'll be joined by others- all methods were tried, along with a few others, to make their stoic colleague laugh. Yet not a single one worked. Not once did Tomioka Giyuu laugh, and not once did any Hashira, whether determined, calculating, or just simply curious, succeed. Until it happened.

A certain Love Hashira tripped over a rock, yelped, and was sent sprawling toward the ground, and ground she would have hit if in her panic, she hadn't grabbed onto the only thing she could reach, which had happened to be the her one and only depressed colleague, Tomioka Giyuu himself. And of course, in doing so, her hand that had latched onto his haori unintentionally scraped against his side as she continued to fall for those few extra seconds needed to catch herself. She had expected to fall, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that she had in fact not, after getting over her initial shock. What she had not expected, however, was for Giyuu, Tomioka Giyuu himself, to let out a squeal.

It took her a solid 30 seconds to process what had just happened, her mind practically reeling. Of course, once her brain had properly registered the fact that Giyuu, who had never once showed any emotion ever, was ticklish, her thoughts went straight down the evil path 😈😈😈. But of course, she couldn't do it right then! The other Hashira would never believe her. No, she had to wait and bide her time for the right moment, or more accurately, wait to attack in front of the other Pillars so that they could see it with their own eyes. So Mitsuri rushed back to the Hashira and informed them of what had just happened; all of them were surprised, some downright shocked, but extremely skeptical. And so they set up an ambush attack, set to take action after a day or two passed since Giyuu, who was left standing confused after Mitsuri had made a flimsy excuse and practically bounced away at a rather concerning speed, was definitely suspicious and would therefore be on-guard. Once it was time, the Hashira attacked >:) Safe to say all the Pillars were awed once finally hearing Giyuu's cute laugh and seeing his bright, pretty smile!

...oop. I just realized how much I wrote...I definitely did not mean to talk that much...😅

Okay, so you definitely now know that I'm a bit of a yapper when it comes to this stuff, but um, hope you can write it! It might be a bit of a garbage idea tho; it's completely fine if you can't or don't want to do it. Once again, you have my apologies for chewing off your ears so much 😅 I always get carried away when I write, and create much more than I mean to. Thanks so much!

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(Really hope I didn't do this wrong, or send this in when your requests aren't actually open or something. That would be quite embarrassing after all I just wrote 😬)

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!! I love it, but I'm gonna be honest with you friend- I think you've pretty much wrote your request in this ask alone 😅 For future requests, you'd want to send more an idea of what you want vs an entire outline; gives me some wiggle room to expand on it and all that :D So like- "Could you write a fic where the Hashira try to make Giyu smile?" or "Could you write a fic where Mitsuri learns Giyu's ticklish and exposes it to everyone?" Those are just examples though!

That all being said this was a DELIGHTFUL read! I love the way you describe all the various Hashira's thoughts about it (dear Lord I cackled at Mui's half-hearted attempts akjrjklaerjkejkjk) and the setup with Mitsuri falling and accidentally learning Giyu's sensitivity is perfect! And the ambush setup to get Giyu laughing and smiling- them all being in awe over how cute he is kjajkraejkrjkerjkejkrj MY HEART!! I love it so, so much! This had me smiling from ear to ear! You never have to worry about talking too much here, friend! :D This is the farthest thing from a "garbage idea"- it's absolutely lovely and beautiful and the way you wrote it is fabulous! It's just like I said earlier- there isn't really much I can add to this because of how detailed it is.

If you'd like to send a different request in, I'd be more than happy to write it for you! :D And if you ever get the desire to share scenarios like this again, I'm more than happy to read them! This genuinely made my day better! Thank you for sharing <3

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

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Master and Lady (The Duke and His Maid)

BAM! :D Guess who fell in love with the Duke and His Maid??? This girl! They're so, so CUTE- and the Duke just RADIATES lee energy! I had to write something once I finished the anime! I hope y'all like it!

This fic takes place post-ending, so spoilers ahead!

Summary: After everything is set and done, the Duke and Alice take a moment to enjoy their happy life together. Naturally though, one can't expect complete peace with someone as teasing as Alice.

Alice was in his bed.

For the first time ever, he wasn’t afraid.

“Are you warm? I can get more blankets if you need them.” Viktor couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her lovely face pressed into the fluffy pillow, the way her hair fell around her shoulders like a halo as she smiled at him, it was all so, so cute. “And extra pillows if you want.”

“This is fine. If I get cold, I’ll just snuggle up to you.” Her words made his face warm, the hand worming under the blanket to find his own even more. “Would that be okay, Master Viktor?”

“That would be more than okay- and I told you, you can just call me Viktor. We’re married now- ah just saying that outloud is making me blush!” He wanted to cover his face, but that would mean letting go of her hand. How cruel fate could be.

“Hehe.” His wife smiled, cheeks just as red. What a beautiful color it was on her. Seeing his eyes lingering on her, she gave a impish smile and slowly began undoing the buttons on her collar, one after another-

“A-Alice!” Flustered, Viktor twisted in the bed until he was staring up at the ceiling, willing his heart to stop racing. “Must you tease me so?”

“I can’t help it. You’re still so adorable.” She laughed, her voice the sweetest sound. Still too embarrassed to look at her, he kept his gaze upward. The bed shifted, then..

“Ah, H-Hello there.” He greeted a tad breathlessly as she laid her head on his chest. Her golden hair tickled his chin as she nuzzled him, wrapping an arm around his waist as she got comfortable. “Finally feeling the chill?”

“Very. Keep me warm?” She smiled up at him lovingly. Viktor wanted to kiss her, to hold her close and…

“You’re thinking naughty things, aren’t you?” She teased, and his eyes immediately shot back to the ceiling. He was gonna die from blood loss. Or perhaps from his heart exploding? “It’s okay if you were. We’re married now. We can do anything you’d like~”

“I-I wasn’t thi-inking about thahahaht!” He squeaked, both from embarrassment and the lone finger drawing slow circles into his side. “A-Ahahahalice, that tihihickles!”

“Are you ticklish, Master Viktor?” Like she didn’t already know!. Before he could sputter out a line of defense, , a second finger came into play, very lightly pressing in and making him giggle more. “My my, how have I not known this sooner?”

“A-Ahahahalice, pleahhahase! Pleahahhase, pleahahhhse, plehahahhase I’m gohohohing to behehehed!” He whimpered through growing giggles, bringing a hand up to try and hide his smile. “I wahahahnt to slehheheheheep!”

“Why? Wouldn’t you rather spend the night with me?” Alice cooed, then a second hand found his other side. Four fingers pinched at him, making him nearly choke on his growing laughter. “I’d hate for you to sleep through a second of it.”

“Ehahhahaha! Yoohohou mahahake it soohohohund so-ehehehehehehek!” She forgone two fingers per side, bringing both hands and all ten digits into battle. Viktor struggled not to thrash as she danced her fingers along his torso- tracing his ribs and prodding at his waist. “Ehehahaha, nohohoht thehehehhere! Pleahahhhase ahahahnywhehehre but thehehehere!”

“My, is your waist that ticklish?” Her hands moved to his belly, and he nearly flew off the bed with how hard he cackled. “Is this spot even worse?”

“Gehahhahahahaha! Ahahhaahhalice! Alahahahahlice pleahahahhase!” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes as he threw his head back against the pillows. “Cohohohome ohohohohn! Stahhahaap ihihihit! Spahahhahare mehehehehehe!”

“Hmm..say you love me first.” She tapped her fingers against his belly like a piano, leaving him wiggly and giggly against the sheets.

“Fihihihihne! Fihihihine I loohohove you! I lohohhve you soohohohoho muhuhuch!” He cried, nearly losing his voice when she suddenly went for his neck. “AHAHAHLICE!”

“Do you really mean it? You love me?” She looked like an angel above him, glowing and ethereal. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. Even her breath tickled. “You truly love me, Viktor?”

Well he was quite in the predicament, wasn’t he? Not wanting to scream in her ear, he finally made a move. Alice let out a yelp when he wrapped his arms around her, twisting them into the bed until she was under him. “Master-”

“Alice!” He cut her off, gasping for air through his giggles. Oh dear- this was even more flustering! Willing himself not to lose his nerve, he met her gaze, slowly calming down. “No m-more ‘Master’ b-buuhuhsiness. You’re my w-wihihfe. The..houhh, sorry..” He cleared his throat, finally able to breath. “You’re my beloved. My soulmate and my equal. There’s no need for all that.”

At her wide eyed surprise, he suddenly had an urge to tease her a little. “Unless you want me to start calling you “Lady Alice”?”

Her eyes widened more, and her cheeks were once again that lovely shade of red. No doubt matching his own- even his own teasing voice got to him! “V-Viktor!”

“Hehe, looks like I won.” He grinned before reaching out, brushing her long hair out of her face. “You rarely ever get so flustered. I like seeing you this way.”

“You can see it whenever you want. Shall I continue spending the night with you?” Her coy smile was back. She once again regained control of the situation.

Instead of scrambling away this time though, he lowered himself down until they were chest to chest, nose to nose. He heard her hitch a breathe, her blush refusing to fade. “If that means I get to wake up next to you for the rest of my life? Absolutely.” He spoke from the heart, and her eyes misted over. “Could I kiss you?”

“Do you even need to ask? Yes.” She let out a small wet laugh as he leaned in for the kiss, savoring the sweet taste. Her hands grasped the back of his shirt, pulling him flush into her as he rolled them onto their sides. When they pulled away, they were both breathless. Her eyes glimmered with a love he wanted to protect forever.

“Say you love me?” He asked, and she pecked him again.

“I love you. I love you so much, my precious Viktor.”

“And I love you too, my beloved Alice.”

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Requests are OPEN!

Heyo everyone! I'm opening requests back up :3 I'm still working on the remaining ones of course, but I figured why not freshen up the pool, you know?

I've got new fandoms too! Please check the pinned post for details and such <3 I'm looking forward to receiving your requests! <3 <3 <3

Have a Medicine Seller (cause he's pretty <3)

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Not My Name (Moriarty the Patriot)

Summary: William and Sherlock are finally alone together, but before things can get exciting, they start off learning other things about each other...

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @giggly-squiggily!! SURPRISE!! >:D

Thank you for giving me a reason to stick with Tumblr, for fangirling with me about our favorite shows and ships, for giving me the courage to start posting stories again, for being there for me in my darkest moments. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I'm honored to know you, and I hope your birthday is THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!! 💖💖💖

(Side Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Moriarty the Patriot, so I gave it everything I had. I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count: 2,855

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Will didn’t typically bring strange men home from bars.

Technically speaking, he still hadn’t brought a strange man home. He’d brought home a man he knew – a man he’d wanted to get involved with for some time, if he was honest. A man Louis would absolutely kill him for bringing into their home if he found out.

Sherlock Holmes let out a snort. “You’re going to waste time with that?”

Will stopped shrugging out of his suit jacket halfway, the sleeves still on his forearms and the collar bunched around his waist. “Would you prefer I didn’t?”

“There’s no need to bother with that.” Sherlock smirked at him suggestively. “We can have plenty of fun with the clothes still on.”

“Call me a perfectionist, but I do prefer to keep my clothes tidy, Mr. Holmes.”

“Still on with that ‘Mr. Holmes’ nonsense, Professor?”

Will couldn’t help but smile at him. “For now.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and lay back on the mattress in Will’s room, groaning. “I’m literally in your bed, Liam. I think we can be on a first-name basis.”

“And yet, Liam is not my name.”

“Smartass.” Sherlock glared at him. “William.”

Sherlock Holmes saying his first name with that kind of growl did things to Will’s insides that he wasn’t sure he could stand, in the best possible way.

He hiked his suit jacket back up into its proper place, but kept it unbuttoned as he strode to the bed and leaned down so they were face-to-face. “Clothes on, you say?”

Sherlock smirked. “Yeah. Then I can do this.” The detective grabbed onto his tie and yanked him down even further, falling back on the bed so they were sprawled on top of each other.

Will gasped in surprise and braced himself on his elbows above the dark-haired man. “You’re very forward, Holmes.”

“Ah, we’ve dropped the ‘mister,’ I see.”

He kissed him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Their lips collided like they were always meant to, like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this one, perfect moment.

It didn’t take long for hands to wander – for Will to slide a hand from Sherlock’s hip to his back, trailing along his side and ribs along the way, wanting to feel him, all of him. He pulled him closer as the detective wrapped his arms around his neck, playing with the buttons on the other man’s suit jacket.

“Liam,” Sherlock groaned, pulling away, breathless.

“Not my name,” Will growled back, finally unclasping the buttons and snaking his hands inside, grasping his waist.

Sherlock tensed beneath him, and all of a sudden Will realized what was happening here. He’d taken Sherlock – Sherlock freaking Holmes – home with him after a night at the bar, and they were in his room together, and now…

Had it all been a mistake?

No, Will decided, his eyes roaming over the detective’s form briefly, mind whirring. The man hadn’t been drunk – neither of them were – and he’d consented readily to this exact scenario, even initiated it before either of them could disrobe. So why was he suddenly looking at Will with such apprehension?

“Holmes?” he said gently, carefully removing his hands from the detective’s waist.

Sherlock smirked. “What’s the matter, my lord? Nervous?”

The taunt sparked something in him, and Will pushed Sherlock down onto the mattress, and this time, seeing the other man’s wide-eyed look only spurred him onward. He loosely straddled his hips and murmured, “Nervous? I’ll show you nervous, Mr. Holmes.”

“Not my name,” Sherlock shot back, then shivered when the nobleman started trying to untuck his shirt. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle and clamped his hands down on his arms, stopping him. “N-No need for that. We can do this with our clothes on, can’t we, Liam?”

That’s when it clicked. Will felt everything fall into place, and judging by the panicked look on Sherlock’s features, the detective knew he’d figured it out, too.

“Why, Mr. Holmes,” he said in a low, teasing register, “are you ticklish?”

Sherlock let out a tiny gasp and tried pushing his hands away. “Don’t get any brilliant ideas, now—ack!”

“I deduce that you didn’t want to disrobe due to your high sensitivity, Mr. Holmes,” Will said as he casually began poking along the detective’s waistline. “Would I be correct in that assumption?”

“Bugger off,” Sherlock grumbled, trying to suppress his giggles but failing to hide a wobbly smile.

“That’s not very nice. I should teach you some proper respect for the nobility.”

Will gently grasped his sides and ribs, digging his fingers in gently but consistently, watching with elated satisfaction as the detective first let out a curse, then tried to push him off, then – failing both of those things – covered his mouth with one hand and gripped his assailant’s wrist with the other.

“I know you’re not trying to hide from me,” Will teased menacingly, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Sherlock’s hand covering his mouth. “I do have other means to get you to open up to me, as it were, Mr. Holmes.”

The look in the detective’s eyes told him he understood what he meant perfectly.

“Buhuhuhuhuhugger off,” Sherlock spat out through helpless giggles as he finally, begrudgingly uncovered his mouth, squirming on the bed beneath Will’s tickling fingers.

Will tsked. “Manners, Holmes. Whatever will I do with you?”

“Lehehehehet me go!”

“Oh, I think not, my dear.” Will grinned down at him and expertly swept up his wrists with one hand, pinning them above him on the pillows. He relished the detective’s useless struggling as he brought his free hand down to poke along his ribs.

Sherlock spasmed and let out a bark of laughter before biting his lip and going back to those adorable giggles, cheeks turning pink as he pressed his face into his arm to try and hide. “Yohohohou nohohohohoble bahahahahastard!”

“You’re not doing yourself any favors calling me names, good sir.”

“Haah!” Sherlock gasped, arching his back as Will darted down to squeeze his hips. “You ahahahahahass! Stohohohohop alreheheheheady!”

William merely smiled at him, digging his fingertips into various ticklish spots sporadically – waist, belly, sides, ribs – gaining a new sound for each new location. He soaked them up eagerly, wanting to learn them all, memorize every spot that got Sherlock giggling and cursing and demanding that he stop.

But more than that, he wanted to find the spot that would make him absolutely crumble.

“Ahahahahahare you sahahahahatisfied yehehehet?!” Sherlock snapped through high-pitched cackles as the blonde reached back to squeeze his thigh, kicking his legs out into the open air as he struggled.

Will smirked. “Not in the slightest.”

“Nohohohohoble jeheheherk – ahahahahaha!” The detective tossed his head back and fought off a shriek when his assailant returned to his ribs. “You’ll wahahahahahake the hohohohohouse, Liam!”

“I have ways of taking care of your noise if it comes to that, my dear Holmes.”

Sherlock’s cheeks turned pink, though he didn’t appear flustered in the slightest. Well, not from the suggestion, anyway. “Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho already, you ahahahahahasshole!”

“Not my name.” Will shifted his grip on Sherlock’s wrists and finally tried the spot that had been calling to him from nearly the beginning. He scribbled lightly in the detective’s open underarm, and oh, the reaction he got.

Sherlock bucked his hips and let out a screech, frantically trying to hide his face in his arm. “Yohohohohou fuhuhuhuhuck! I’ll wahahahahahake everyone up – dohohohohohohon’t!”

“Aha, the first display of submission,” William chuckled. “What would happen if I were to tickle just a bit harder, hmm, Mr. Holmes?”

“Nohohohohot my nahahahahame, you – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

William switched from light scribbling to purposeful digging, and Sherlock arched and thrashed and laughed beneath him, finally losing his defiance as he dissolved into helpless hysterics.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, LIAM!!”

Will chuckled. “Not my name~”

“I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE HOHOHOHOHOUSE!!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“SAHAHAHAHADISTIC BAHAHAHAHASTARD – NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

William let go of his wrists to dive into both underarms at once, tickling ruthlessly, enjoying Sherlock’s openly laughing face and pink cheeks; the way his hands flew down to grasp his shoulders and try to shove him away with no success whatsoever.

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUGGER OFF, LIAM!! LIHIHIHIHIHIAM!!”

Will took the opportunity to get right up in his personal space, lips brushing his ear as he murmured, “Not. My. Name.”

“WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILLIAM!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEASE!!” Sherlock finally submitted, legs kicking wildly as he laughed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, WILLIAM!!”

Will finally showed him mercy and stopped, smirking with satisfaction as the detective flopped back onto the bed in a breathless heap, still giggling out leftovers as he covered his eyes with one arm and rasped, “That was the worst…”

“Terribly sorry, Holmes. I couldn’t resist,” Will replied, sounding not at all sorry. His heart was racing both from the exertion and from hearing his name tumbling from Sherlock’s lips so frantically like that. The extra noise had been so worth it.

“Bugger,” Sherlock muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to catch his breath.

“You like to use that word a lot, don’t you, Holmes?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Not my name.”

Suddenly Will’s world was spinning in a blur of motion and tangled limbs. By the time everything had settled it still took him a moment to realize their positions had been flipped and he was now the one on his back with the detective looming over him triumphantly.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce what was about to happen.

Will was giggling even before Sherlock cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers teasingly.

“Oho? What’s this?” The detective smirked. “Were you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’d tickle you, too?”

“Nohohoho,” Will protested honestly even as the other man started scribbling along his ribs. “I swehehehehear, I dihihihidn’t!”

“Then why do you seem so eager for me to retaliate?”

“Antihihihicipahahahation!”

Sherlock hummed, scanning him with his eyes much in the way Will had at the beginning of the night, making his own conclusions. “Anticipation, hmm? Then what happens if I do this?”

Will’s wrists were pinned together above his head exactly the way Sherlock’s had been just moments before, leaving him no choice but to look up at the detective’s smug features as he used his free hand to wiggle one single finger right in front of his face, gradually moving it closer and closer to his now exposed ribs.

The blonde couldn’t help his reaction; he whined and giggled even though the man wasn’t touching him yet, squirming and shivering the closer he got to touching down. He swore he could feel the ghost of that finger on him already, and he squealed.

Sherlock burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “I’m not even touching you and you’re giggling like a little girl!”

“Plehehehehehease!” Will begged, blushing furiously. “Juhuhuhuhust do it alreheheheheady!”

“Hah! If my lord commands it,” he said, then drilled all five fingers into his ribs at once.

William tossed his head back and shrieked with giggles, doing his best to keep his voice down even as he squirmed, noise after noise being forcefully pulled from his lips. He both loved and hated the way Sherlock was looking at him now, with that triumphant smirk and knowing glint in his eyes.

“You like this, don’t you, Liam?” he teased. “Oh, I’m sorry, William.”

He’d never tried to hide it. Truly, it was impossible to, especially once he got into this position. Will nodded as he cackled, his body reacting on its own even though he wanted nothing more than to stay put and take it.

Sherlock’s responding hum sent shivers down his spine. “Hmm…then what if I were to…?”

The pressure on his wrists lifted, leaving a chill behind that made it clear he’d been released from Sherlock’s grip. Still, he didn’t bring his arms down to stop him. He simply lay there and let out whiny giggles that clearly conveyed how much he was both enjoying and embarrassed by this moment.

“Ooh, interesting,” the detective chuckled, shifting his weight on Will’s hips while simultaneously darting his hands down to squeeze his sides. “What about here – aha! Must be a good spot, eh, Liam?”

Will couldn’t even reply; his giggling shifted into laughter as his arms flew down of their own accord, gripping Sherlock’s wrists loosely. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

“Oh? Please what?”

“Juhuhuhust – plehehehehehease, Hohohohoholmes!”

Sherlock smirked. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you so bad, you could have just asked. No need to come after me first.”

“I dihihihihihidn’t—! It’s nohohohohot lihihihihihike thahahahahahat!” Will arched his back when the detective found a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves along his sides closer to his belly, one hand flying up to cover his mouth.

For a short while, Sherlock contented himself with getting his revenge, tickling all over the blonde’s torso and even reaching back to squeeze his thigh like Will had done to him, but for all of his exploration, he couldn’t seem to find a spot that was particularly ticklish over the others. He hummed, shrugged, and ultimately decided the man must not be overly ticklish like he was. Must be why he liked being tickled – it didn’t wreck his nervous system like it did for Sherlock.

“Now,” the detective murmured after a few minutes of easy tickling, leaning down to withdraw Will’s hand from his mouth and kiss him. “Since we’re already in this position, shall I take the lead?”

Will let out a few extra giggles as he caught his breath and nodded, happy to let the detective do as he pleased with him. He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, after all. He’d take anything he could get.

Sherlock kissed him with a low growl, and Will wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the detective’s kiss grew more and more heated. A hand that had been resting on his side post-tickling slipped around to trail up his spine, pulling him closer—

Will let out a loud gasp and arched into him, away from his touch. For a moment Sherlock seemed confused, the wheels in his head obviously trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong, but then…

It clicked.

Will was giggling again, but with an added bonus this time – begging. “W-Wait, plehehehease wait, Holmes—”

Sherlock flashed him a wicked grin, and Will knew he was screwed.

“Not my name,” he said, then used one arm to hold him close in a hug trap while his opposite hand dragged fingers from the top of his spine to the base of it, and the blonde completely lost his mind.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Will screeched, unable even to cover his mouth in this awkward position. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, HOHOHOHOLMES – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Quiet, Liam,” Sherlock teased into his ear, wrapping his legs around him as well to keep him fully immobile. “You’ll wake the house~”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, HOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door, followed by Louis’ voice. “William! What’s going on? Why are you…laughing?”

“Not to worry, my lord!” Sherlock called on Will’s behalf as the blonde dissolved into silent hysterics as he clawed at the space between his shoulder blades. “He’s in excellent hands! Aren’t you, Liam?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Is…is that…Sherlock Holmes in there with you?” Louis’ incredulous voice came from outside. The doorknob rattled but didn’t give; thank goodness Will had locked it behind them.

Will knew he had to speak up, or this could end very poorly. He tried to shoot Sherlock a “stop for a minute!” look, but the detective merely grinned at him and kept tickling, forcing him to laugh-shout, “I’M ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, LOHOHOHOHOUIS!! I PROHOHOHOMISE – SHIHIHIHIT!!”

Sherlock giggled against his neck as he bit his earlobe again. “Now who needs to learn manners, my lord?”

Louis was quiet for so long Will was sure he’d left, but then his voice called out one last time, “You have some explaining to do in the morning, brother!”

Will didn’t even try to reply; he was gasping for breath laughing so hard at this point, Sherlock’s expert violinist fingers teasing and tickling his spine like a pro – and when had he gotten under his shirt to wiggle against his bare skin?!

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, HOHOHOHOHOHOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T—”

Sherlock bit his ear again gently and whispered, “Not my name~”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA SHEHEHEHEHEHERLOHOHOHOHOCK!! SHEHEHEHERL-EEEEEEEE!!!”

“Sherly?!” Sherlock laughed along with him as he drilled into the base of his spine and the top of it simultaneously while still biting and kissing his ears. “That’s brilliant, Liam! Please do call me that again.”

William was going to die like this – trapped and tickled and made to scream by Sherlock freaking Holmes, of all people. It would be a gruesome, tickly death, and decades from now when he was nothing but bones archeologists would wonder why his skeleton was smiling so big.

But for now, he didn’t care about any of that.

Sherlock Holmes was in his room. Louis had already figured it out. There was no need to hide anymore.

He gave in and let the detective do as he pleased with him all night long.

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may I humbly beg for your lee!ima scenarios/ thoughts?

🙇 🙏

(Still sobbing bc if he wasn't a weirdo I would've loved him)

I'm gonna answer all these together cause why not :D

Under the cut for length! :D

Ima thoughts <3 (Cont.)

-Ima in a lee mood absolutely provokes those around him! He gets the kind of moods where he doesn't quite realize they're lee moods until someone either is 1.) threatening to tickle him or 2.) Is already tickling him. Then it kinda dawns on him and he's absolutely going harder in provoking his Ler to get the maximum amount of tickles!

-He's got different ways of provoking people- Takemaru and Kako are easy- he just has to taunt them. "Oh, you think you're able to tickle me? I highly doubt it- you wouldn't be able to get even a peep out of me!" (They then proceed to get every last peep out of him), while others are a liiiittle harder. He'll dare to be a devious little tickle monster and start a war if he needs to kjarjkejkrejkrajk

-He has the CUTEST laugh! It's sporadic and full of lots of funny noises and kinda the exact opposite of how he talks and such? He lacks any real confidence when tickled and kinda squeaks about? It's ADORABLE!

-It's both incredibly easy and incredibly difficult to fluster Ima. It really comes down to who you are and what kinda mood he's in. Kako? All she has to do is go "tickletickletickle" over and over until he's giggly and #dying. For everyone else, you gotta work for it, but teasing him back works! :D

-Outside him provoking everybody, I think it's also when he acts far too grown for his age. It's no secret the twins had a tough upbringing and were dealt a pretty horrible hand in life, and sometimes Ima will slip up and let things slip. If he's starting to sound resigned to tired or on the verge of spiraling Takemaru or Takumi or even Tsubasa will reach over and just start tickling him until he's forgetting about his struggles for awhile. He'll never admit it, but he honestly loves them for it <3

Thanks for asking! :D

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Yugamu's arms anon here! Thank you for the pleasant surprise of that cuteness! I was smiling and happy stimming as I read it, so thank you very much! Next time, I swear I'll drop in when requests are ACTUALLY open ^_^

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! <3 I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you too for giving me the chance to indulge in my Yugamu love <3 I'm looking forward to taking more requests from you when they do open! (which will maybe possibly be soon? I'm down to like- 20 requests left <3 <3 <3)

Thanks for asking! :D

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The fact that your literally carrying the 100th line tickles tag- tysm us fans are eating well

Bone apple tittie! The next few courses are on the way! 🥰💖😘

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In honor of Senku’s depetrification-aversarry:

Senku has a collection of something insane like shells or coasters or magnets. Anytime Byakuya travels, he brings one to his son. Senku doesn’t have the heart to tell his old man no.

Do not make this boy write an essay. He HATES HATES HATES it. He’ll 10,000,000,000% procrastinate until the last minute because he just doesn’t want to. Problem is, he’s so goddamn good at it that he exceeds expectations. “What do you mean there’s a word limit?” His professors usually give up and give him full marks without even reading.

Yes he gets pissy bc “I worked hard on that damn it.”

Absolute TERRIBLE patient. He has medical anxiety something awful—he knows because diagnosed himself with it before an actual licensed psychiatrist could.

But he cannot stand going to the doctor. He actually sits down and apologizes to his physician before his appointment. Like- “I want you to know that I know as much about medicine as you do. I am apologizing in advance because I will try to diagnose myself with everything that exists.”

His doctor is always like okay :3 here’s a lollipop.

Senku is probably a Vocaloid fan. Likes the Kagamine siblings and Araki. Hates Miku though.

GIVE THIS MAN TRES LECHES RN I THINK HE’D LIKE IT.

When he’s in the zone, he moves his legs a lot. A bouncing knee, tapping feet, dangling legs, kicking feet while laying on his stomach, etc.

MASTER of the New York Times games. Wordle is solved in 3 tries, connections are done easily—and he thinks anyone who can’t do them are morons—spelling bee is always beaten.

And finally, for personal enjoyment, he has the most adorable genuine laughter. Like a true belly laugh after hearing a joke, getting his sides squeezed like no tomorrow, watching Chrome wipe out while trying parkour, etc. his laugh is adorable and highly contagious!!

I’m a slow answerer but an answerer I am! 😎💪🏻

-HQBXNWNSN HELP THE BYAKUYA COLLECTION 🤣🤣🤣 It’s probably a little of everything: shells, magnets, the occasional snowglobe- Oo, he gets Senku maps too! It’s a treasure trove of random things and like you said Senku simply doesn’t have the heart to refuse any of it (sometimes he wishes he treasured them more-especially after the passing of time)

-REAL- essays can choke 💀 Senku creates them last minute like you said, thriving off a combination of energy drinks and sheer audacity- no word limit he wrote an entire books worth on the topic no matter how vague or simple- sources and everything; him getting pissy is so funny- he starts including TLDR’s at the front of his essays cause if your gonna skim it you might as well have the base idea of what he’s on about qhbxbwndnsns 🤣🤣🤣

-HANXNWNDNND Bless him- he’s overdiagnosing himself to the extreme- a slight cough? Some rare lung disease. His belly hurts? Male pregnancy. His neck hurts- he must have some sort of newly discovered disorder. His doctor is so used to Senku’s medical anxiety he’s quick to reassure him he’s not dying or patient zero and always has a pocket of green apple lollies on him cause they help him calm down

-Ooo, YES! Like- he’s not really a super fan? But definitely enjoys the twins’ songs and Araki (who I didn’t know was a vocaloid 👀 it’s been so long since I was in the fandom)- I declare he also really likes Teto and Gumi, but Miku and Kaito not so much. He can’t stand “I’m thinking Miku” after Taiju played it so much it got stuck in his head for months. Now anytime he even hears the beginning of the song he immediately hits skip.

-HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!! ITS HIS FAVORITE CAKE EVER- Byakuya made it for him once after Senku showed it to him and that’s been his birthday cake for years cause it’s so soft and delicious! (He likes those super soft cakes! Anything firmer than that he’ll eat but won’t enjoy as much); the day they learn how to make it in the stone world he’s nearly in tears after the first bite (not that he’d ever admit to that)

-YES! Our boys got them fidget legs! He’s always wiggling it about- kicking, tapping, bouncing, rolling his ankle about like a composure for ants- Gen once as a joke played patty cake with his swinging feet- it went on for five minutes before Senku realizes what was going on bxbwnxnwndnd If he can’t move his legs, he’ll fidget his toes or his fingers- he’s just gotta move something!

-YES! Puzzles are child’s play for him; crosswords, sudoku, wordle, (never heard of connections but that sounds fun!)- all of the things! He’s sitting there genuinely confused on how others don’t catch on sooner to the word whenever they do village wide wordle. He’ll get impatient after awhile and blurt out the word after the fourth bad guess and looks like an absolute genius to everyone from the village (the modern crew is both amused and kinda annoyed he gave it away so soon sans Taiju who is terrible at Wordle and genuinely impressed)

-HIS LAUGH!! He’s got that loud contagious giggle- the kind where he absolutely collapses on the floor and kinda flails about during! It’s hilarious and infectious- the kind where he’ll snort if he laughs hard enough with tears in his eyes. Tickles works wonders on him, Chrome flopping at parkour (while screaming “PARKOUR”- that’s what really gets him), Taiju’s endless expressions and Gen’s deadpan sass: it gets him laughing and once he starts he can’t stop. Very prone to laugh attacks!

-I got one more for ya: Senku has a weakness for dad jokes. He will groan and moan over them whenever someone lets one rip, but they bring him such joy and will leave him giggling later when he remembers them.

These make me so happy- thank you Ducky 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖

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Lee Isagi is fucking populating my brain.

I’m gonna consume all of your fics with him like 15 times in a row

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 YAS DUCKY!!! Devour those BL fics!! (This honestly inspired me to write more- it wasn’t Lee!Isagi but Blue Lock has been written! 👀🤣)

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my headcanon is that the first time Umemiya met Kaji, he quickly picked up on what the lollipops were for and blurted out "oh, like a pacifier!" and that was the first time Kaji ever punched Ume in the face out of pure mortification

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IM BACK IMMEDIATELY CAUSE I HAVE A SUO HADCANON I NEED TO YELL ABOUT RIGHT NYOOOOOOOOOW-

When Suo is tickled relentlessly he does little hysterical foot taps, those legs go SWINGIN' Giggly you have no idea-

Feet on the ground? They tap tap tapppin' away!

He's hoisted up off the ground? Those legs be a full-blown swing set!

Don't even get me started on when his friends have got him pinned down, cackling is life away. He is POUNDING the ground with his heels, pretty sure Nirei has to hold him down so he doesn't accidentally bruise his heels from all the banging!

I just-

I NEED Suo's tickle-induced tap dancing, I AM DYING RIGHT NOW-

I am so not normal about him can you tell?-

-Helleboretks 🖤

AHHHHHH!!! 😍😍😍😍 THE TAPPY FEET HELP- THE TICKLE INDUCED TAP DANCING!!

Oh my god, can you imagine his little legs kicking if someone’s hoisting him off the ground? “Where you going, Suo? Why are you running?” As if he can get away whxbwnndns! Sakura would be DELIGHTED by the foot taps- especially if Suo’s trapped in his chair? He’s tickling him, hears it and just points like “What are you doing? Morse code?”

And you KNOW the guys are teasing him like “He’s tapping out a message! He’s saying “Tickle.Me.More!” 🤣🤣🤣 Suo’s dying, his little foot taps and leg kicks get stronger with how flustered he is! Nirei is writing up a storm now- he noted it as “The snoopy” in his book cause it looks so much like the dog’s dance-

YES QJDNWND Nirei holding his legs down to prevent him from breaking his feet in how hard he’s flailing- only downside (or upside depending on who you’s side your on), it gives Mitsuki or Tsugeura a chance to tickle them- making his whole predicament ✨that much worse✨ (he loves it though <3)

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE MY FREAKING HEART AHHH!!! 😍😍😍😍😍💖💖💖💖 I LOVE HELLE THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰💖 This is gonna live rent free in my head for days! 🥰🥰🥰

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What is your confort character? Or rather... Do you have any OC's?

Ooo, that’s a great question! So the answer to both is…yes?? Kinda???

OCS- I do! Though I don’t plan on sharing them here on Tumblr 🥰 They’re precious little dorks forever bound to live in my sketchbook and such 💖💖💖

As for comfort characters, I have quite a bit! Chigiri Hyoma, Arthur Boyle, Mitsuri Kanroji (and to add to that: Inosuke, Zenitsu, Rengoku, Shinobu, etc); Eito Aotsuki, Josuke Higashikata, Dante Falzome- the list goes on! They all kinda rotate on who’s taking over my brain at the moment (right now with the SxF chapter- Yor is just divine!)

Thanks for asking!

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💡Maybe something with Yugamu taking advantage of his stretchy arms for some long distance tickling? Maybe with lee!Gaku?

Hey anon! No worries at all- it's true that suggestion post was a boost for my friend's blog, and my requests are currently closed- but I really love this prompt and decided to make it a dabble anyway! I LOVE Yugamu- almost as much as I love Eito! He's such a fun dude! :D I hope you like it and no worries whatsoever friend! <3 <3 <3

CW: Swearing, Yugamu's body mods (he's got a stretchy arm lols)

“Gah!” Gaku jumped, leaning away from the ticklish touch. “Stop.”

“What? I didn’t touch you?” Takumi looked up from his waffle, brow raised.

“You did? I just felt you poke me-Ah! You did it again! Knock it off!” The smaller man glared, arms coming up to his sides. Takumi just stared at him, mid-bite. He rolled his eyes before getting up, walking off towards a different part of the cafeteria.

“Yeah, walk away-Ehehe!” Gaku jumped again, holding his side. “How? How the he-hehehehell?” He giggled more at the continuous poking, fingers curling from his lower ribs to his hip. They pinched up and down torturously, making him dance in his seat. “Stahahap, stahhahap! Whahhat the hehehheell?”

He flipped back his jacket just quick enough to catch a glimpse of a very pale hand. It slipped up his back and squeezed the base of his neck, making him duck down with a squeal. “Nohohoho wahahahy! Yuhuh-YUGAMU!!”

He twisted around, but Yugamu himself wasn’t behind him. Instead, he saw what looked to be a white snake stretched from across the room. Gaku forgot about the assassin’s “body modifications. Before he could react, the arm retracted enough to spring forward, clawing at his belly.

“Ehehehehehe!” Gaku jumped, nearly falling flat on his ass. “Stahahap! Stahahap, you jeheheherk!” Fuming, he did the only thing he could think of.

He grabbed the wrist attached to him, pulled it back and began tickling the palm of the hand. To his delight, the limb spasmed, fingers curling tightly into a fist to protect it. “Got your ass!” He gloated, pinning the wrist to the table before pushing past Yugamu’s bound fingers, resuming his gentle scritching. “Tickle tickle, you freaky bastard!”

It took a few minutes, but eventually the arm started retracting. Gaku was still holding it though, so instead of going disappearing, his tickles reeled in the owner in minutes. “Gahahahku! Gahhaaku, pleahahhahhse!” Yugamu wheezed when he was in earshot, more or less dragged back to his hand. He weakly grabbed at Gaku’s jacket with his free hand, struggling to stand. “Mehehehrcy! Mehehehehehrcy!”

“Hmm, alright.” Releasing him, he stood boldly over the breathless assassin. “That’ll teach you to try tickling the great Gaku!”

“Hehehe..hehehee..I’ll get you nehehext time.”

“Sure you will.”

Thanks for reading!