ok im done being kinky i wanna see floyd curling up cackling as someone playfully goes at his ribs. sorry im in your inbox so much
I'm combining this ask with a work I already had in progress, so no curling up but I think you'll still like it!!
Also @/everyone do you like reading long fics on tumblr? Or should I just post snippets and link my ao3 like usual?
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lee!floyd & ler!riddle platonic or romantic 1.2k words sfw
“We agreed I wouldn’t take your books. You never said anything about your pen~”
Riddle’s face reddens with rage. Despite his many attempts to find a cure for this exact situation, Floyd always somehow manages to find a loophole.
“Why you!-” Riddle begins to shout, but quickly clenches his teeth.
‘He wants a reaction. I need to handle this calmly.’ He mentally reminds himself.
Since his overblot, Riddle has been working hard to improve his emotional regulation skills. Not just with rules but also in his personal relationships. Right now is definitely one of those times where he needs to use them.
‘There are ways to still be in control without shouting.’ He takes a deep breath and allows his shoulders to drop from their tense position. His face slightly returns to its normal color.
Floyd is still standing there with his cheeky signature smirk.
“Good job using your calming strategies Goldfishie~ What’s got you all riled up?” He teases, twirling the pen between his slim fingers.
Everything in Riddle's body screams at him to just strangle that stupid smile right off his face- but that’s what Floyd wants. Riddle knows he can win this with the right strategy.
‘Keep cool until he gets bored and gives the pen back. Easy peasy.’ He takes another, obvious deep breath while staring right back at his opponent.
“You have me ‘riled up’ and you know it. I am not playing your games today. So please, hand me my pen back.” Riddle outstretches his empty palm.
“You’re getting really good at this! Old Riddle would have already had my head on a platter~ You should be real proud of yourself!” Floyd teases.
The taller of the two continues fidgeting with the pen in his grasp, showing no intention of giving it up. He keeps smiling down at Riddle like he doesn't have a care in the world.
Face growing red again, the housewarden tries his absolute hardest to sound more passive than aggressive when he states, “I am proud. Now, if you’ll allow me to take that-!”
In a quick movement, Riddle lunges up from his chair and reaches out to swipe his pen. Floyd reacts quickly and pulls away faster. He shoots his hand straight up, causing Riddle to just barely miss it. The housewarden huffs in frustration. He feels what little patience he had left completely leave his body. He jumps once upwards and reaches again, but he is no match for Floyd’s height and obnoxiously long limbs. Now he’s right back at square one.
“Give. It. Back.” He pauses between each word with the most threateningly-calm voice he can.
“No can do~ I wanna help Goldfishie get better! Isn’t this like, super good emotion practice?” Floyd sing-songs, clearly not taking any of this seriously.
‘That's it!’
Riddle has a way of getting people to drop things. It’s method the first years are painfully familiar with. Instead of jumping again, he plants both his hands directly into the pit of Floyd’s outstretched arm, scribbling with all his might.
“Heehee! Whatcha doing Goldfishiehe?” Floyd slightly giggles between his words.
This is the tried and true trick that has never failed Riddle in the past. The layers of clothing might grant the sensitive area mild protection, but he feels the other boy twitching and fighting the urge to lower his arm.
With confidence he states, “If you wish for this to cease, simply return my pen.”
Riddle amplifies the pressure, moving from scribbling in the dead center of Floyd’s armpit, to squeezing at the dip right beneath it in succession.
“HEeeehehe! Noho WAYHEHAY!!”
Floyd's volume increases as his whole body trembles. The pen now held above them in a death grip. His elbow starts to give way, so Floyd raises his other arm for support to pull it back up.
Riddle isn’t going to let that happen!
He quickly pulls his arms back and repositions them on both sides of Floyd’s torso, slipping underneath his uniform jacket to scribble over his ribs. The lost layer of protection is immediately felt and Floyd starts cackling. His upper arms slam down to protect himself, elbows still bent and gripping the pen for dear life.
“Looks like I found a good spot! Honestly, I don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn.”
Riddle swipes up and down Floyd’s torso. He can feel each rib under the fabric now. It must be excruciating on his end.
‘Seriously, why is he being so stubborn?’ Riddle questions. Floyd isn’t even trying to escape or push him away. Riddle would be fighting for his life if he was in the same situation.
“HAHAHA! GaaHAHA-OldFIHIHishieEE!!”
He can barely make out Floyd's words at this point. With Floyd’s arms down, Riddle can see the pen in his tight grasp is now within reach. If he went for it now, all of this would be over and he could go back to studying.
It's so tempting to just reach out and grab it, but something within him wants to keep going for some reason. Maybe because with his juniors, they cave so easily he usually never gets to go for this long. Or maybe with Floyd, he seems so open to receiving it?
‘That can’t be right. No one likes being tickled.’
An even worse thought interrupts Riddle’s line of thinking,
‘Wait. Do I enjoy tickling him?!’
This is supposed to be a formal punishment! Not some sick act the punshier does for fun!
“HEHEHeEE!”
Riddle’s face reddens. He comes to a halt and brings his arms back to himself.
“EHEHEhehe~ wha?”
Floyd's squeals go back down to a giggle and the lingering sensations. “Whyhy’d you stohop? Heheh~!” His expression shows confusion behind the big forced smile still on his face.
“Because you-!”
Riddle pauses when he notices Floyd’s grip on the pen has loosened. This time, he successfully swipes it back in a swift motion. He places it back in his breast pocket, right where it belongs.
“Awww..” Floyd pouts at it being taken from him.
‘Seriously? He's not tired after all that?’ The housewarden isn’t sure he can take anymore surprises today.
“You- You seem way too relaxed about this whole thing.” Riddle comments.
“Hm, do I? I was having fun before you ruined it so suddenly.”
“FUN?!”
“Mm hmm!”
Now it's Riddle’s turn to be confused. He stands there motionless while he processes his thoughts. Floyd rests his hands back over his own head in a relaxed stance, showing his armpits off to the world.
“So you're saying you find pleasure in the act of being-?” It’s too embarrassing to say the word out loud.
“Being what?” Floyd's smirk and teasy tone are back.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“It looked like you were enjoying it too~” Floyd flips the subject, much to Riddle’s dismay.
“I most certainly did NOT!”
“Then why’s yer face all red?”
Riddle short circuits. Too much too fast. His face must be red because he’s angry! He stands there confused and upset and embarrassed and-
“HEY!! GIVE THAT BACK, THIEF!”
Floyd takes off on foot with Riddle's pen once again in his possession. The housewarden’s blood boils as he makes chase. Fine! If Floyd wants to be punished so bad, he won’t hold back this time!
“Your head is coming OFF when I catch you, Leech!”
“You sure can try! Hehe!” Floyd calls as he turns a corner in the halls.
Not being as athletic as Floyd, it takes Riddle a few more seconds to catch up and turn that same corner. As he does, he crashes face first into a hard surface.
“Gotcha~!”
Floyd was there waiting! He wraps his arms tight around Riddle's torso to keep him in place.
“FLOYD!? DID YOU- Wait wait wait wait NO NO WAIT NOOHOHO!!
