HOME | DD
DelightfulSensations β Tickle A Death Note Character
Published: 2015-11-17 03:06:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 1558; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
Redirect to original
Description
You can tickle any MALE character listed. Keep in mind YOU tickle THEM, and this is males only. You can tickle them as another character, male or female.- Light
- L
- Near
- Mello
- Matt
- Matsuda
- Mikami
- Aizawa
- Mogi
- Raye
Have fun!
Related content
Comments: 511
Hey, you seem pretty cool! If you still wanted to, I'd be down for some RP XP Death Note characters don't get as much attention as they should.
π: 0 β©: 1
Sure! Who do you want?
π: 0 β©: 2
((Hey, gosh, I'm super sorry! School started up again and I totally forgot about everything. This was great, and I'd love to do one in the future maybe! I'm playing Undertale so that may be a possibility 
π: 0 β©: 0
Gosh, um... Maybe L or Matsuda? Β And I guess that'd make me Light either wayΒ Β Anything you'd like is fine.
π: 0 β©: 1
Do you want Light to be tickler or tickled? And I suppose I'll go with Matusda. He seems more likely to be ticklish.
π: 0 β©: 1
My thoughts exactly. I suppose he'd be the tickler? I'm trying to think of a canon-ish scenario... Β Hmm. What if they're alone in one of the taskforce stakeout apartments holding the fort at night, and Light's weird and manipulative and tries to get Matsuda to reveal confidential case information or convince him he's not Kira or the like?
π: 0 β©: 1
Sure! You start please.
π: 0 β©: 1
Aight!
- - -
Light blinked awake where he slumped in his chair as the clock on the computer monitor switched to 1:01 AM. He closed out the open windows of Task Force documents. It wouldn't do to fall asleep again and be caught snooping the case files he'd been expressly barred from seeing. No matter; everyone had surely slunk off home by now. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and was about to access the folder again when he heard rustling from the back of the modest flat.
"Father? Is that you?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda creaked open the door, poking his head in. "Hey Light, the chief wanted me to join you on the stakeout. He said you shouldn't be left alone with Kira possibly in the area." Matsuda said, that innocent smile on his face. He had no idea the person he was talking to WAS Kira.
π: 0 β©: 1
Light scooted back from the desk. Only Matsuda. And to think he'd been worried. A warm smile slipped onto his face, easy as always.
"I don't think Kira would find his way in here just to kill me. This isn't just your way of checking up on me, is it?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda grinned awkwardly, slipping into the room and quietly shutting the door behind him. "Well, the chief MIGHT have just told me to check up on you. I just figured you could use a bit of help. It's hard to stay awake in a dark room by yourself, you know?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Light smiled wider, pushing the keyboard back into the desk. It would be impossible to get anything done with Matsuda there, so he may as well devote that problem his full attention.
"My father worries too much, like always. It's nice of you to give me your company, but you needn't feel obligated. You look tired. Long day?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda nodded, slumping down into a chair. "Yeah, but it's no big deal. I've gotten used to long hours since I joined the force. How are you holding up?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Light nodded.
"Ever the ambitious one, eh? Ha ha."
Casually, he grabbed his coffee and politely took a chair opposite Matsuda, and wordlessly proffered the cup to him across the coffee table.
"I'm as you might expect. It's taxing. Everything that's happened, that is. But honestly, the biggest problem is finishing my university work in tandem with our projects here."
π: 0 β©: 1
Matusda gratefully took the cup, taking a sip of the coffee. "Thanks Light, I could use some coffee right about now."
π: 0 β©: 1
He laughed amicably.
"I noticed. You should give yourself a break more often."
As Matsuda drank, Light looked around the room awkwardly, tapping his knee.
"...So, were you going to stay a while?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda put the put down on the table. "I was hoping to, if it was alright with you Light?"
π: 0 β©: 1
He refrained from biting his lip and presented another sweet smile. "Of course. I'm always happy to have your company. Honestly, I feel the most comfortable with you out of our team. The others are older, and a little, well... suspicious of me, all things considered. Let's keep that statement off the books, haha."
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda chuckled. "You got it." The young man said with a smile.
π: 0 β©: 1
After a beat, Light breathed out a laugh. With anyone else, such shortness would be telling, but Matsuda wasn't one to speak in subtext. He reached for the coffee to take a sip himself.
"You really do look tired. You ought to take your shoes off. No need to be strictly professional with me."
π: 0 β©: 1
"Well....alright I guess. We are going to be here a while." Matsuda said, pulling off his work shoes and placing them off to the side and out of the way.
π: 0 β©: 1
He raised an eyebrow at the slight hesitation, eyes following Matsuda's hand as it set the shoes aside.
"Matsuda. Don't tell me you're suspicious of me as well?"
π: 0 β©: 1
"Oh, no! I'm just not used to going barefoot is all." Matsuda said with an awkward smile and chuckle
π: 0 β©: 1
Light stopped and stared, not expecting that at all. Did he sense embarrassment? He sat back and crossed his legs, opting to indulge Matsuda a moment.
"No? In my house, we do so all the time. Father would be cross if we got the rug dirty. Why not?"
π: 0 β©: 1
"I just...don't do it, ya know? The only time I am ever barefoot is when I go to bed. Until then, I just wear house shoes or something of that nature." Matsuda said, squirming a little.
π: 0 β©: 1
Light nodded in mock sympathy.
"Always the professional. I understand. I suppose it says something, that you'd take your shoes off around me, then. Should I be flattered, Matsuda?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda chuckled and Β rolled his eyes. "Believe what you want." He said.
π: 0 β©: 1
Light smiled. Maybe Matsuda could hide things better than he let on.
"Seriously, though. Father wouldn't like to find that you've dirtied the floor once he comes in. I hear footprints can be just as traceable as fingerprints. You ought to let me clean them."
π: 0 β©: 1
"Well, if you really think so..." Matsuda said, almost reluctantly. Yeah, Light was a cool guy, and Matsuda enjoyed his company, but that didn't change the fact Matsuda felt weird without something covering his feet.
π: 0 β©: 1
"I don't mind at all."
Light's smile was almost cheery, and he leaned forward.
"Put your feet on the table. It will only take a second."
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda did so, a nervous smile coming to his face. He had to stay strong! He was a full grown man!
π: 0 β©: 1
Every bit the humble, amicable student, Light took a nearby kleenex and brushed it over the bottoms of Matsuda's feet, clearing them of dust and crumbs.
"No need to be nervous. I don't bite. No matter what Aizawa says."
π: 0 β©: 1
"GAA!-" Matsuda suddenly jerked his feet away, a hand slapping of his mouth.
π: 0 β©: 1
Light startled, dropping the handkerchief. He'd stumbled on to something, definitely. An old training wound? Could be useful to know.
"What's wrong? Matsuda? Did I hurt you?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda rubbed his foot to rid it of the tingling sensation. His face flushed bright pink. "No, you just...startled me, is all." He lied.
π: 0 β©: 1
Light leaned in, eyes glinted with curiosity.
"Really? Sorry. I thought you seemed ready. Let's try again, then. Don't be shy."
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda slowly placed his feet back on the table, his hand remaining close to his mouth just in case.
π: 0 β©: 1
He attempted to casually inspect, but he could see no abrasions to the skin that would cause Matsuda to panic. It must be something psychological. Once again, Light took the handkerchief and brushed at his feet, more gently. This time, he focused on nothing but Matsuda's reaction.
"Is something the matter?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda's hand covered his mouth again, his eyes squeezing shut as he shuttered. "N-No..."
π: 0 β©: 1
After dusting Matsuda's feet off, he set the kleenex down, giving Matsuda the impression he was done...and then he took a single finger and held it to the the detective's sole, brushing up and down with scientific curiosity.
"Are you okay, Matsuda? You seem to be anxious. You can be frank with me about anything bothering you."
π: 0 β©: 1
"MMph! L-Light! Stohop...." Matsuda tried to pull his foot back, a few giggles slipping out.
π: 0 β©: 1
But Matsuda was too slow. Light's free hand came to rest on top of his ankles, gently holding them in place, almost like he was doing him a favor for his own good. All the while, Light's subtle, almost playful smiled remained as he trailed the tip of his index finger up Matsuda's sole to the ball of his foot.
"Stop what? I'm barely doing anything. You're not so protective of your feet that I can't simply touch them, are you?"
π: 0 β©: 1
"Light...eeeee!...cuhuhut it out!" Matsuda started to full on giggle now.
π: 0 β©: 1
He did, after a fashion. Light's finger trailed up to the ball of his foot and tapped twice before he took it away, though Light didn't let Matsuda's ankles go, beholding him with a quiet, innocent chuckle.
"Oh, I think I see the problem now. You'll have to forgive me."
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda squirmed, grinning nervously. "O-Okay! You can let me go now! You win!"
π: 0 β©: 1
Light smiled disarmingly.
" 'Win?' I didn't know we were playing."
Despite his friendly demeanor, he scooted closer so he could more easily reach Matsuda's feet, hand gripping his ankles a little more firmly.
"And excuse me if this is beyond the scope of my business as an honorary associate of this team, but... aren't you a little old to be ticklish?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda's cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink, and the young man squirmed. "It's not my fault you know. I wish I could outgrow it. I'll bet you are too, if you were ticklish in the first place." Matsuda retorted.
π: 0 β©: 1
Turning the rhetorical tables caught Light off guard for a moment, but he deflected the insinuation easily, leaning in a little.
"You wish you might outgrow a lot of things, I bet. Always the runt of your peers. Do the others know about your little secret?"
π: 0 β©: 1
Matsuda felt as if his blush couldn't get any more obvious. "Well...no, of course not! There is not point in them knowing, am I right? When we are on duty, they wouldn't even have time you, you know..."
π: 0 β©: 1
Light nodded, though a sly smile still graced his features. His free hand rested on the table, dangerously close to Matsuda's feet.
"Of course. And I suppose you'd like it to be kept secret. Am I right?"
π: 0 β©: 1
| Next =>