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I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway
If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,
Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)
oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong
i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-
the reader is sorta a brat lol
Like Poetry
Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!
You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town.
You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.
Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people.
You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.
“Hi!” you said chipperly.
He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”
Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”
You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal.
“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.
You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”
“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”
The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”
You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile.
“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.”
“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.
“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away.
You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again.
But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”
“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.
He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”
Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’
You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself.
“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it.
“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.
“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.
“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were.
“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter.
“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.
You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy.
“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table.
Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”
“Yes.”
“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”
Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening.
“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them.
He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!
“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.
“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”
Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.
Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail.
You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different.
“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.
“For the tea?”
“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly.
“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement.
You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.”
Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience.
Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully.
“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!”
“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness.
Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”
“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”
You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”
With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”
With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles.
Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”
“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.
And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs.
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Playful
This is basically my exsucse to not work on my 3 drafts i have sitting and waiting for me to tend to...(Also to cope with my mans death in s7😭)
Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have a free day and decide to chill at the dorms, Izuku starts feeling playful after over veiwing Kastuki's phone.
Lee: Katsuki
Ler: Izuku
It was a pretty easy day so far. The morning, well afternoon, started off calm with the smell of sweet pancakes wafting into the students dorms. Turns out All Might somebody woke up to make the kids breakfast, thanking them for their extra hard work over the week.
After breakfast the students hung around the lounge part of their dorms, soon trailing off and separating to themselves and their rooms.
Bakugou now laid at the edge of Izukus bed, the fan blasting over him as the green haired boy used some pillows to prop himself into the sitting up position at the opposite side of the bed from the explosive boy who sat a few inches away from his feet. Both scrolled on their phones, with the background noise of some old TV setting the school set out for studying.
The lights had dimmed due to the usual room light being turned off and the few lamps Izuku had on, which lit the room perfectly, his curtains blocking out the daylight exactly right. Daze layered over both of the boys comfort, making the atmopshere sympathic and protective.
As the minutes passed, both caught up in their own worlds, Izuku noticed a small movement of the mattress, a shaking of some kind. The almost unnoticable movement came from none other than Katsuki, snickering to himself as he watching some video on his device.
As Izuku adjusted his position to get a better over look of the boys phone, he deceted what looked to be a couple on Bakugous cell. The couple seemed to be cuddling with a caption that was too far for the observant freckled boy to read, there was a jerk of movement from the couple as the girl soon started to laugh and squirm from the boys hand placement under her arms. "How is that funny?" Izuku thought to himself, he didn’t understand the blonde boys humor sometimes, it often confused him.
"Stupid.." He heard the boy mumble under his breath before scrolling onto the next video. "Stupid?" He stumbled apon this for a while before using his foot to snake under Katsukis ribs, as he was laying on his side, and wiggle.
"What!" The boy jumped before shouting, the wiggling coming to a stop, annoyed asking what Deku needed. No response came, and the wiggling started back up.
"StohOP!" He twisted as the sensation nearingly blew the lid off of him. Izuku grinned, "This is funny" He stopped and pulled his foot back.
"Grr.. I’m serious, what do you-" Bakugo growled for a second, turning over to face Izuku, before he could get his last words out he was pounced on by the playful boy. They wrestled for a few minutes before another wiggle to the ribs and the blonde stopped, weakening his struggle and had himself pinned.
"Dont. You. Even. Dare!" He threated before barking out a laugh as the green haired boy stayed silent and quickly shot his fingers straight for his sides.
"I swEAR-" Izuku paid him no attetnion, where he got this intense feeling for tickling was unknown to him, he investigated Katsukis body, listening to every pitch and watching his ever jump, twitch, and squirm.
"You swear what? You know your not aloud to use foul langue in my room!" Which was true, Izuku had made a rule, if you were to swear in his room then you would have to put a tip in the swear jar. Sure it was corny and annoying to anybody hot headed who would step a foot into his room, but it was way to keep peace in the only place he could control.
“YOhoOhoU- GAHahaHA!!” The laughing boy tried to get some words out, anything to try and help him, but anything of the sort would cost a tip to go in the jar.
“Me? Me what?— Ha! Bad spot?” As Izuku messed around his torso, he inspected a particular spot between Katsukis ribs and armpits which made him go nuts.
“NONONONO!!” He screamed before falling into loud laughter and cackles. Deku starred in awe, admiring how bad this spot was to him, and how easy he could access it.
“PL-PLEAHEASE!! ITS SOHO BAHA-AAAAHH!!” He tried to get a hold or grasp of Izukus attention before the tickler sped up his fingers. Causing Katsuki to buck and squirm like a wild bull.
“You’re still ticklish here? I thought it would have gone away by the time we were still kids, Kachan!” Izuku teased, slightly laughing to himself as he noticed how flustered it made his childhood friend. Izuku slowed his fingers, moving down to his stomach.
“I-ihit doesn’t just g-goho away!” Bakugo barked out, he answered like it was obvious and he knew how bad his ticklishness was.
“Well if that spot didn’t go awayyy…” Izuku removed his fingers from Katsukis body, hovering them above it.
“NoNoNoNo! NO! Y-YOU BETTER NOT! DE-IZUKU I AM SERIOUS!” He pleaded, trying to get out of his still pinned situation, but to no avail as Izuku inched closer and closer.
“..then this one wouldn’t either!” Izuku quickly flipped Kachan over, still keeping him pinned with his hands by his side, and slowly traced around the back of his ribs.
“You know,—” Izuku trailed off trying to annoying Bakugo even more.
“NoHOhO! S-sHUT Uhahaup!!” He shook his head, squirming under the soft touch.
“I’ve realized…”
“StoHOhop TaHaAhalking!!”
“That your most ticklish,”
“ShuHAhaUT! uHauhaup!”
“Around your ribs? What’s up with that?”
“Tch- I dOHont knoHOW!!” He yelped as Izuku dug into the back of his ribs,
“You go crazy, it’s fascinating.”
“IZUHUHUKU!! ILL KIHIHILL YOHOU!” He screamed wiggling to try and turn around and cover up the ticklishness.
“actually if the nervous system that connects to the ribs also connects-” As Izuku mumbled, Katsuki was losing his mind. Not only was he losing Izukus attention but the fingers were becoming for persische and faster.
“OH MHAHAY GOHOD!! SHUAHA-AA! NONONONO!!” As Bakugo tried to get Deku to snap back into reality, Dekus hands wondered right where the top back of the ribs meets the armpit. This sent his spiraling, as he bucked and kicked and did whatever he could to get it to stop.
“STOHAHAOP!! STAHAHAP RIHIGHT NOW!! EHEHARTH T-TO IZUHUKU!!” He kicked his leg up and hit the boy in the back, snapping him out of it and the tickling to come to a stop.
“Wha-wha? O-Oh! Sorry Kachan, I didn’t mean to-” Izuku quickly got off of his and flipped him onto his back, Katsuki instantly curled into his self, hugging his ribs.
“My……My gohod!….You… you nearly—Nearly killed me!” He angrily growled, panting to catching his breath
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!” Izuku, being Izuku, tried to over compensate how angry Bakugo actually was (which was not a lot) and try and fix it. He hated having the feeling that he made somebody feel bad.
“T-That! Was the—….. WORST!” Katsuki slowly sat up looking straight into the green boys nervous eyes.
“I- I didn’t know! I’m-im so sorry—”
“No no! You deserve a little revenge”
“I-I.. what?” Deku slowly scooted back on the bed worried for what Kachan would signify as ‘revenge’
“Don’t try and get away! GET OVER HERE!” Bakugo lunged towards Deku.
They wrestled with Deku losing this time. Before he could say anything a scream was heard from inside the room, that scream being Izukus. Laughter flooded the air quickly as Katsuki got his revenge.
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A little short I know but I really wanted to write some Lee Bakugo!! ;•^^
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The Guy at the Bar
ex!Katsuki Bakugou and ex!Y/N
order: one boba milk tea and donut
Hey bestiesss this wonderful amazing soul @onetoomanyfandomfixations wrote a fanfic that I decided to write an SFW version! Sorry this fic took so long omg😭 lowkey copied but it doesn’t last long The NSFW version is over on their blog! (idk their pronouns so I just put they/them)
Warning: cursing and creepy guy
Six full months. Six fucking months since I left him.
I was one drink down for every month.
So I didn’t need to feel so sick when I felt someone’s arms around my waist.
“Hey there, pretty.” everything around him smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.
“No thanks.” you politely decline as you sip your drink. “Why not, sweet cheeks?” the man persisted.
“Don’t call me that.” that was what Katsuki used to call you when you two were dating. “Feisty one, aren’tcha?”
You politely and gently push him off of you and walk back to the bar.
“Hey, bartender.”
“What can I get ya?”
“You know the.. the yummy cocktail with.. y’know the fireball and stuff- and it-”
“It tastes like autumn?” the bartender said with a knowing smirk as he shook the cocktail shaker.
“Yeah, yeah!” As I nod, I feel my head slosh.
Ugh.. am I this drunk?
Arms snake around your waist yet again.
“Hey, beautiful.” his breath felt hot and uncomfortable.
“I- I’ll actually go back to dancing..” I wander over to the dance floor.
As you whisk around, trying to move around people, someone bumps into you, sloshing your drink around, and some getting on the poor guy.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you quickly said and tried to get the drink off of his sleeve.
“Hey watch where you’re walking-” a voice. a voice so familiar it hurts. A voice that you didn’t want to hear in a time like this but at the same time you were longing for it.
“y/n?”
You look away painfully because if you know you do, you’ll fall back into love.
“look at me, y/n.” he whispered as he touched your chin gently and moved your face over to face his.
“it really is you.” he says with eyes wide.
rubies.
his eyes were rubies.
not the blood of his enemies that the Bakusquad joked about.
rubies.
beautiful, priceless rubies.
you pull away with a pained expression on your face and he’s left there.. with the same.
you couldn’t let him pull you back in.
“did’ya spill your drink, beautiful? ‘s okay~ I’ll buy ya another one. whaddya want? this is whatcha get for being a beauty.” you feel an arm drape over you, the pungent stale cigarette and beer smell never left the creep like cologne or some sort of.. aura around him.
“I already said get off’a me.” you were tired of it and you wanted to leave.
“Aww, but sweet cheeks..” his grip tightened.
Once I felt his grip, my stomach churned.
“um- I’m gonna go home, actually.” you pull away.
“hm~ okay, lead the way, princess.” his arm snakes around your waist
“get off’a her, loser.” you hear a familiar voice say. the same voice that you wanted to hear so bad but at the same time, you hated it.
“nah, you’re jus’ jealous I’m getting som’a this tonight.” the creep replied with a smirk. I feel a wet sensation trailing up my neck that made me cringe.
the blonde pulled him up by the collar as you worked on getting the saliva off of your neck.
“I swear to everyone in this bar, if you touch her one more time, I’ll drag you to Queens Boulevard from this bar and throw you onto oncoming traffic.”
“Katsuki!” you reprimand him like you used to. The blonde grunts and tosses him onto a chair.
A familiar arm drape over your shoulder
“Alright, Y/N. I’ll drive you home. Make sure no more creeps gon’a try’n attack you..” muttered Bakugou
“Katsuki, you really don’t-”
“Nope.” he insisted.
You walks home with him.
As soon as you left the bar, you felt the chilly autumn breeze that still somehow continued through the late hours of the night.
Katsuki held you closer to warm you and himself even though he’ll never admit it.
Once you reach the steps to your house, like clockwork, Katsuki lifts the plant pot and takes the spare key to open the door.
You walk in, kick off your shoes and finally, you walk over to the second warmest thing in your house, your bed.
You plunge into your bed’s soft covers and pull the blanket over you, ready to sleep.
You hear footsteps and a door opening.
You look up, and Katsuki brought you a glass of water and a granola bar.
“You gotta eat before you sleep.” he hands the food and water to me.
“Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I said with a cold voice.
“I fucked up..” Katsuki says
“What did’ya do this time..”
“I hurt someone because I was afraid they would leave me, but we both just ended up getting hurt.”
My breath hitches.
Tears are teasing my eyes, waiting to fall.
Bakugou Katsuki never cries.
Or at least that’s what I thought.
Until I saw little diamonds trickling from rubies.
“I’m so fucking sorry, y/n..” his voice gets caught up in his throat
“It’s okay, Katsuki.. everything will be fine.” you reassured him like you always did.
“I’ve missed you, Kats..” your own diamonds fell from e/c eyes.
“Missed you too, teddy bear.” he pulls you into a hug.
Gentle, but strong.
“Y’know what I’ve missed most ‘bout ya?” Katsuki suddenly had a smirk on his face.
“What did you miss most?” you look up at him.
He rolls over and pins you to the bed.
“Your laugh.”
“No, Kats, don’t-”
Your protest gets cut off by fits of laughter bubbling out of you as Bakugou tickles you to no end.
“See? That’s what I fucking missed most.”
bonus:
after the tickling ended…
“Y’know another thing I missed?”
“What?”
“Your pussy.”
“Katsuki!! There’s people here! They just read what happened!” (pointing to reader)
“Oh shit.”
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Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)
Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic
Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3
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Aizawa loved to be tickled.
He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.
It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.
Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.
Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.
So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.
They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.
It simply felt right.
To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.
To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.
To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.
To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.
It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.
If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.
Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.
With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.
With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.
With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.
With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?
With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.
Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.
The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.
(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)
A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.
And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.
When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.
Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.
(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)
Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.
He still had one victim left, afterall.
(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)
Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?
He could never, ever get enough of this.
The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.
…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.
Of course he did.
It was only logical.
#I had no idea where I wanted to go when I first started to write this fic but I am *very* happy with what I made#Switch!Aizawa#Switch!Hizashi#Switch!Nemuri#Switch!Toshinori#Ler!Tensei#Ticklish!Eraserhead#Ticklish!Midnight#ticklish!present mic#Ticklish!All Might#Ler!Kayama#Ler!Yagi#Ler!Aizawa#Ler!Yamada#bnha tickles#bnha tickling#kanene's fanfic#kanene's fic#usually I make my stories being open to interpretation if they're in a romantic or platonic relationship#but this one in especific I want to be only platonic#<3#Lee!Aizawa
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TAMADACHI IS THIS INCREDIBLE OR WHAT ??????? ヾ(〃^∇^)ノ♪ 。(>ω<。) @wreckingtickles and i have been excitedly chatting about a doomed bakugo, and now he has created this amazing fic based off of my most recent drawing ?!? (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭) i can hardly begin to voice my appreciation for this delightful story. my friend, you have narrated the perfect destruction of this fiery cutie, in ways i had only dreamed. thank you so so much again for such an outstanding fic !!!!!
Tama v. Bakugo
Yep, this tickling fic was inspired by Tama's absolutely stellar Bakugo piece, which will live rent-free in my mind... probably forever?
Fun fact #1: Bakugo broken with ruthless foot tickling is my favorite thing in the world, it's not even a contest. No. 1 lee, no. 1 spot. Just perfect.
Fun fact #2: Many of the lins the characters say are taken straight from Tama's drawings depicting Bakugo and her favorite teases.
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What the fuck is happening?
Bakugo glances about in the infinite blank space. White everywhere the eye can see, even below him there isn’t so much as a hint of a floor; and yet, it’s undeniable the contraption he’s sitting in is resting on something; heck, he himself must be sitting on something, though he can see nothing under him.
Right, the contraption: a set of purplish-gray stocks encasing his ankles, raising them just enough that they’re almost level with his chest, which juts prominently forward as massive manacles restrain his forearms together behind his back. The top of the stocks is a black and curved, and, on top of blocking Bakugo’s view of his feet, he can feel that each of his toes has been tied to it, keeping his soles perfectly spread, vulnerable and immobile.
The only other thing he can see is a small, round table right next to the stocks, lying on something that should be below the floor, and on top of the gray table, a squat bottle of clear fluid, purple-capped and purple-labeled.
Suddenly, a tall, curvy woman is standing right in front of him. Everything on her person is some shade of yellow. What stands out right away is her slip-on dress, barely cladding her buxom form; then, her sea witch-like hair, like carefully permed algae, and… is that a raw egg on her head?
Each of her fingers ends in a long, sharp nail, painted yellow, of course. She’s brandishing an oversized detailing brush, which is almost as big as Bakugo’s foot. There’s something ominous about its purple shell and the hundreds of bristles under it.
“And who the fuck are you?” asks Bakugo, resolute not to show any trace of doubt or fear.
The woman’s voice is saccharine. “Maybe someone who thinks you need an attitude adjustment. Maybe someone who wants to see you relax and laugh. Or maybe someone who’s about to torture you for information.”
She notices Bakugo stiffen at that last remark, so she presses on. “Wanna go ahead and tell me where your hero friends are??” Her request sounds both ecstatic and devious, like she’s not trying to wring information out of him, but about to pull a prank.
“Get fucked,” he deadpans.
“Suit yourself!!” she trills, far too happy at his refusal. But he has no time to linger on her response, because something is leaving a fiery trail on his left foot, starting from the heel and traveling up, towards his toes. Fuck no. Not that. He stills himself, biting his lower lip, determined not to make a sound, to keep his face expressionless.
Her fingernail completes its journey and withdraws, and for a single moment, Bakugo allows himself to hope that will be it; but then, he feels four nails gently scratching at his heel.
“How’s that?” she chirps. “Heels aren’t usually very sensitive, and I’m sure yours aren’t either, right?”
She lets her fingers roam the mound for a few more moments (damn his Quirk for keeping his soles soft and callous-free!), then a single nail starts scratching at the point where his heel begins to flatten into his arch.
“Now this tends to be a loooot more sensitive,” she continues, and Bakugo has to grind his teeth together to keep from making a sound. It’s just one finger. Shit.
But then all four fingernails are dragged up his arch, and the corner of his mouth threatens to betray him. She says nothing, dragging her nails up, then down, then up again. No, he won’t smile, he won’t laugh, he won’t break, he won’t, he won’t! But then the four wanderers reach the ball of his foot.
“Khh!” escapes his treacherous lips, fruitlessly attempting to jerk his foot for the first time, but he immediately regains his composure… or something that resembles it.
“Yes, I think this ball here is very, very sensitive! But where does it tickle the most? Under? Right in the middle? Just above? I think it looks even more ticklish than the base of these toes, and these look sooooo ticklish!”
Bakugo would be cussing her out if he wasn’t so intent on repressing peals of giggling – giggling, him! He won’t answer, not like he needs to, because his warped features, the unrestrained snorts, the twisting of his upper body tell Tama everything she needs to know.
Yes, indeed, it’s even more sensitive than those nice-looking toes. That ball is ticklish indeed, extremely, excruciatingly ticklish. And she’ll play a game with it and the foot it’s attached to.
She makes a show of resting the brush on the table, and Bakugo would be relieved if his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in a long-failed attempt to hide his reactions.
But then four more fingers start scratching at his right foot, and the seal of his lips breaks. “Keh! Shit… Shit-!”
Tama smirks deviously, her hands still moving with the theatrical deliberateness of a clairvoyant interrogating her sphere… except the answer to her question is already quite obvious.
She’s teasing his arches, still going slow, she told herself she won’t start being sort of mean until the dam breaks… and she knows it’s about to.
In fact, it only takes a couple more seconds for his helpless struggling to become that much more desperate, for the volume of his voice to increase so…
“KEH!” he exhales again through gritted teeth, his face flushing rapidly and… poor guy, he already has tears in his eyes.
Tama lingers just a fraction of a second longer on his toes – her nails can easily slip between them, reaching skin that was never meant to be touched – and…
“S-SHIHIT!!” tumbles out of Bakugo’s lips… giving Tama the go-ahead. And as her fingernails begin to move with practiced spit and masterful precision, the professional hero realizes he never stood a chance.
“BWHAAAAAA! BWHAHHAAHA HAHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHA!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAAHAH!! SHIHIHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”
With pinpoint precision, Tama targets the top of his heel, then the base of his toes; the bottom of the ball of his foot, then the stems; the center of the arch, then the middle of the ball; the top of the ball, and between the toes. It’s an expert flurry that not even someone far less ticklish than Bakugo could resist, and with both feet at her disposal, perfectly vulnerable, she can target different spots on each foot, introducing Bakugo to a new level of hysteria.
“HAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA AHHAHAAHAHAH!! FUHAHAHAHHAHACK HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
“Theeere we go!!” trills Tama, scratching at the pads of both big toes.
“Now that’s a happy face,” she continues, her left hand focusing on the right heel.
“Don’t you feel so much better just relaxing and laughing like this??” she questions as she slips a finger between each set of toes.
“Seriously, you’ll give yourself wrinkles if you constantly scowl!!” she advises while her right hand wreaks havoc just under the ball of his left foot.
“Happiness is a much better look on you!!” she proclaims, happily scribbling at the base of his toes.
“You are just EXPLODING with laighter!!” she quips right before all her fingernails converge right at the center of the balls of both feet, making Bakugo howl.
“FUUHUHHAHAHAHUCHK!! FUCK! FUCK! GggrrRAHAHHAHHHRRGHAAH!! Fucking stoOHOOP!! THIS IS TOHOOHOHORTURE!! AhGHAGAHGAAHAHAHAHH!!”
Tama doens’t bother pointing out that that is the point – as far as he knows. No, she just flexes every inch of her incomparable skill to make sure that she’s extracting the most distilled form of hysterical agony every second – each one of which feels like an eternity to tickle-addled Bakugo.
“Awwww, so ticklish!! Gitchy gitchy gitchy!! How about here~? Or here~? My my, you’re just a walking tickle spot, huh? Are you just soooo ticklish??? Tickle tickle!!” she teases, knowing full well that Bakugo can understand one word out of three, but her cooing tone is enough for him to realize he is being teased, and that stokes the fire of his powerless rage. He even tries to insult her through the deafening peals of laughter… too bad surge of high-pitched mirth cuts him off when she focuses on the ball of his right foot and the base of his left toes at the same time.
How deliciously he is thrashing, flushing, tearing up, laughing, laughing, laughing, hating her, but really his own off-the-charts sensitivity.
And naturally, Tama goes on teasing him. “You’re such a gigglebox!! Sooo cute!! You just gonna giggle yourself to death?? What if I get those toes, huh?? What are you gonna do then??”
Bakugo is in hell. The worst thing is that he doesn’t even care about the humiliation anymore. He just wants – NEEDS it to stop.
And she does, about ten minutes of desperate laughter later. Not because she’s taken pity on him, no. She needs his sense sharp, lest a single scratch of hers be sub-optimal. And she wants him to be able to make sense of her words.
So as the phantom tickles keep him flailing about, she reaches for the bottle and, calmly, opens the cap, squirts its content in the palm of her hand, puts it back on the table, closes it, and rubs the lotion into her palms.
By then, his laughter has tapered off into steady giggling, which is also dying down. She notices the tears in his eyes and smirks. Then, she proceedd to rub the red soles with her lathered hands.
His limp body instantly stiffens when he feels her touch – Ah, what delightful fear she’s instilled! – though he is too tired to pretend he can put up a fight, and warily lets her rub his ravaged soles, secretly relieved that her touch is dispelling the phantom tickles.
Poor guy, he has no idea how much worse this is about to get, and will keep getting. So she is extra nice with her massage, as if to make up for what she is about to do, while waiting for his sensitivity and his reactions to recover fully. How unfortunate that he has such good stamina!
“Sooo, anything you want to tell me?” she enquires.
It takes Bakugo a long time to answer. “G-get… fucked…” he repeats, his hoarse voice breaking as he’s still trying to project strength.
Tama chuckles. How delightful. But she wears her best scowl as she says, “That’s not nice at all!! I think someone owes me an apology!!”
Bakugo breathes in, then out. He sits upright, blinks off the tears to scowl at her. “Get… fucked.”
Oh, how hard she has to fight to suppress that chuckle! How thoroughly he’s taken that bait! Gobbled it right up, as soon as she lured him into a sense of self-possession, that maybe he could take this.
“Just know I won’t stop until you’re ready to apologize, ok??” she says, and then scratches.
Bakugo YELPS. As much as they’d tickled him, none of his friends had ever introduced him to baby oil. She pauses just long enough for the realization to sink in and register on his features.
Then the kiddy gloves come off.
“AGAGAGAGAGAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAAFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
The next ten minutes are unadulterated, coerced hysteria, Bakugo caught in a losing battle between his will and his body. Tama says nothing, only humming to herself. She knows the last of his defenses are coming down. But that’s no good reason to go easy on those footsies, is it?
“RRRRHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAGHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PHEHEHHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”
She focuses on his toes.
“SSSSSTHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! GHAHAHAGHAAGAHAGHAAA!! PPLHEHEHEHEHAASEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
His arches…
“HAHHAHA!! STOHOP!! PLEHEHASE!!! STHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAP!!”
Begging, uh? Oh, if he could notice… No matter, he will, later. The ball of his foot.
“FUFUFHAHAHAHAHACCKK!! PLAHAHAHA!!! STHAHAHA!!!! PLEAPLEAHAHSEPLEASEHEHEHE!!! IHAHAH!!! I’M SOHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!”
There it is. He’s cracked. Though, to be fair, he probably hasn’t even realized it.
What he does realize is that Tama won’t pause to let him apologize. After all, if he’s too sensitive to even speak, that’s not her fault, is it?
“HAHAHAHAHSSOOSOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! MMHAHAHAHAH”” I’m SOHOHAHAHAHAH---!!”
Oh, he nearly did it! How tragic he’s been consigned to the pit of silent laughter, so close to the finish line! His eyes are vacuous, incredulous, his mouth open and frozen into a manical cackle that just won’t come.
Well, if he won’t apologize, he can take more. So Tama doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. It takes him all of 30 seconds – probably two hours in Bakugo-time – for all the words he’d been wanting to say to erupt in pitiful string. “STOPPLEASESTOPOKAYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYSTOPITSOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
How loud he is! But, always true to her word, Tama does stop.
Oh, how he instantly crumbles! Like a puppet whose strings have been cut. How he pants, like he’s just run three consecutive marathons! Beautiful. Just beautiful. “Theeere we go!! Now that wasn’t so hard!!”
She rubs his sore feet again – with more oil, of course. His crimson soles positively glisten.
Now for the offer he can’t accept. “Remind me again, where are your hero friends??”
He freezes. He’d forgotten. Ah, that surge of resolve! Now that he’s been reminded of why he has to endure, he’s somehow convinced himself he won’t falter again. She snickers. It’s too easy.
He says nothing – just stares at her defiantly, flushed though he is, tear-trails down his cheeks, soaked hair stuck to his forehead. She smiles. And grabs the brush.
And something inside Bakugo dies as he feels the bristles scratching at his right sole. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHACK!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”
“Ohh, what a scream!! Is this the sweet spot, right at the top?? Perfect, I’ll just keep the brush right here for a while then- no?? Ahaha! Now why would I tickle you anywhere else, when this spot makes you beg for mercy so deliciously~?”
It was a half-lie – he didn’t have the capacity to beg for mercy anymore. Or maybe he does. Well, it is gone for sure the second her free hand makes contact with his left foot, all while the scrub keeps going up and down, up and down…
No amount of screaming or crying will save Bakugo. He’s just there to take it – he can’t, yet he will.
“Wow, your soles are so red. And look at all those nail marks. That must really, really tickle, huh?? Like seriously, it looks unbearable. Good thing you have to take it and not me, huh??”
He can’t understand her, but she keeps teasing to shatter whatever spec of ego is left. She moves the brush to the other foot, but her nails aren’t deserting the first.
He just screams, and laughs, and drools, and begs. Nothing else he can do. And soon, he can’t even do that anymore. Silent laughter. The brush switches foot. Screaming, crying, drooling, begging! He doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to say to make it stop.
It is pure self-preservation that somehow cuts through the laughter as the brush scrubs up and down his right foot, and her fingernails focus on the very center of the ball of the left. The kill. “AUGKHAHA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA! I’LL TALK!!”
She doesn’t stop.
“BFHAHAHAHA! I’LL TALK!!”
How long until he burns himself out again?
“KGAHAH! KEE! MAKE IT STAHP!! GYA!”
She doesn’t stop. But he’s running on fumes, and he can understand her again. Not for long. So she trills, “In only 30 minutes? And you were such a little toughie, too!!”
She won’t stop. She sees it in his eyes, the moment the realization hits.
“Let’s make it an even hour.”
And a second brush materializes in her free hand. Bakugo bellows – screams – groans – this can’t be happening, but it is. He’s broken, defeated. Two brushes energetically scrubbing at his feet, and having gone through all four stages of grief without any of them diminishing the torment one bit, his mind short-circuits. He’s been reduced to a machine that can do nothing but laugh.
But he doesn’t make it through the hour, no. He doesn’t even last 10 minutes after the second brush is introduced before his body surrenders. He goes limp, still twitching, breathing deeply, passed out, with the biggest cackle frozen on his face.
Tama stops. Smiles. “Until the next drawing,” she trills.
#deviled egg#fanfic feat tama#tickling#mha tickling#bnha tickling#my hero academia tickling#ticklish!bakugou#lee!bakugou
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🪶❣️🪽This Bird's Beauty (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)🪽❣️🪶
A/N: Testing the waters and getting back to writing BNHA stuff. This time on my recent simping/comfort character.
AU time, already established relationship, tickle fluff, and emotional stuff cause I'm an emotional wreck right now.
Plus I have read a lot of tickle fluff with this man and now I want in on it! There is some in here so I count that!
The past month and so this bird man has been on my mind. And I need new anime husbandos to write for!
PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.
Another day in Kyushu.
Another busy patrol.
All to attain his long-term goal of heroes having too much free time on their hands.
Worn out, scuffed here and there, and gliding slowly above his hometown, the #2 hero Hawks was heading back to his favorite spot in the city.
A conversation from earlier surfaced in his mind.
“No villain stands a chance against you, Hawks!” One of his sidekicks ego boosted him.
“And no hero for that matter.” His other sidekick remarked.
Hawks chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Endeavor would disagree on that last one. Even the fastest hero alive can't handle the flames so well.”
“And does the fastest youngest hero alive have their eyes set on anyone lately~?”
“I've got my whole life before this young bird settles down in the nest.” That was his ending remark before saluting off to his crew and flying on outta there.
“Still …” He murmured to himself as he took a certain familiar route through the air. “I've already got my sights set on a particular birdie~”
A precious light amongst the seas of blurred smudges.
Saving you on more than one occasion.
Just a regular quirkless person.
Coincidence turned into a kinda sorta reason.
Spotting you between patrols and breaks.
An instant curiosity turned to intrigue.
Walking with you, talking with you about anything besides hero work, getting some fried chicken together.
This new constant of his day-to-day life as the #2 hero of Japan became the one constant he wished to keep hidden from the rest of the world.
One minute you're the breath of fresh air that he gladly partakes in. The next thing he knows, seeing you waving at him one day had his stoic face burning up at how much his heart was racing.
Your genuine gaze, your comforting scent, your infectious laughter —
Razor sharp vision spotted your apartment a mile away as he arrived at the more tranquil suburbs set against the rowdy cityscape.
He could immediately visualize you reading something curled up on your fuzzy soft rug in your bedroom, laying on your tummy as your bare legs crisscrossed in the air, your balcony door cracked open to let in the fresh air.
“All too easy.” He snickered as he sent several of his small feathers to zoom in through the opening.
Your recognition of the tough supple fuzziness that is his feathers stroking your bare soles had you rubbing away those tingling touches only to giggle absentmindedly as those feathers split up to stroke your heels, your topsides, and your arches.
Viewing your smile growing and picking up your melodious giggles through the sound vibrations in the air his feathers received had him relishing in his newfound hobby on top of winding down with you.
“Beautiful, inside and out.”
Your concentration on reading crumbled as you squeaked from those feathers wiggling against your toes, having you roll over and pull your legs to your chest, rubbing your feet together as your narrowed gaze homed in on those feathers floating back to the big bird man perched outside.
“Hey birdy!” Hawks' cheery face and tone had you at a loss between glee and frustration. “I've missed ya!” He was met with a pillow thrown at his face, taking the plush smack, catching it right after. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”
“It's been a week.” You stood up and brushed out your wrinkled attire as he hopped down from his perch on the railing before you, his ruffled feathers straightening themselves out. “And the first thing you do is a sneak attack!”
“Well, performing my heroic duties comes first, of course. Didn't stop me from thinking about you, though.” His flattery could only get him so far out of the doghouse, tossing the pillow aside. “And your lovely voice.”
“Can't see why though – EEK~!” The feather tickling your neck had you squealing and smacking your skin for not catching said feather as Hawks snorted in his gloved hand, smirking his ass off.
“Well cause I like everything about you … and you being ticklish is just a bonus.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm. “This is the thanks I get for saving you all those times?”
“Yeah, thanks a lot. I owe you my life.” Your sarcastic remark trails off when his tough supple wings draped around you, pulling you flush against him as his pouting lips and downtrodden eyes made you sigh in exasperated admittance. “Okay okay.”
Grabbing both sides of his fluffy collar, you pulled Hawks down enough for you to gently peck his lips. “Seriously … thank you.”
He blushed bright as a rose, grinning all dopey like. He cupped and brushed your cheeks as he returned the kiss tenderly, murmuring between breaks. “How lucky am I to have a gem like you in my life?”
“Flattery will only get you so far, #2.” Your airy remark was short lived as his golden-brown eyes gleamed with mirth.
“And your teasing will just keep getting you this~!”
His wings scribbled against your backside, causing a stream of squeals to come out, sounding so melodious to his own ears.
“No fair!” Your frantic pushing against his chest only drove him to have his feathers strike your nape. “Stahahap!” You felt your feet slip over your forgotten book, leaving it up to Hawks’ quick reflexes to keep you standing as his arms and wings protectively wrapped you up in his fuzzy cocoon, increasing the tingling sensations rubbing every inch of you. “Hahahahahawks!”
“So sensitive.” His faint stubble brushed the side of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squeaked louder. “So squishy~” He swooned, his arms flexing as he squeezed your waistline, wiggling his fingers into your sides plus squeezing them for good measure. “So squeamish!”
“I hahahate you – AAH~!” Him lifting you by your thighs had your arms and legs instinctively hugging his neck and waist.
“That's not what I see here, beautiful~” His smug smirk made you hide your flushed whining face in his neck, feeling the rumbling of his laughter seep through you. “But okay, I'll stop with the tickles … if you help me strip~”
“God you tease.” Your complaint was betrayed by your heartfelt emotion. Gingerly taking off his visor, his amused affectionate eyes watched as you also took off his headphones with slow tepid care, keeping you steady with his hands pressed to you tight.
“Ya know … you can call me by my real name … if you want to, that is.” He mused as he plopped down on your bed and helped you take off his jacket. “Seems only fair since I always call you by yours.” He pried his gloves off with his teeth, tempting you with his actions. “I wanna hear my name coming off your lips~” He purred.
Tenderly setting his removed items down on your nightstand table, you cupped his own cheeks just so you could look him straight in those golden-brown hues. “Keigo.” His eyes lite up right away. “K … Kei.” He audibly gulped as rose red tinted from his ears to his neck for indeed his blushing face spoke volumes of how overjoyed he was. “Can I call you that? Kei?”
He cheekily grinned. “Anything for you, angel.”
You peppered kisses all over his own giggling face. Prying his boots off with help from the heels, Keigo delicately pushed you to lie down on your back, legs intertwined, as some of his feathers tugged the balcony slide door closed before returning to his wings draping you both in their cozy protective warmth.
“I really did miss you, baby bird.”
He froze up as the sounds of sniffles reached his ears. The sight of tears making your e/c eyes shimmer like jewels are as mesmerizing as they are heart wrenching.
“I missed you too, Kei. So much.” His butterfly kisses to your eyes and cheeks were his way to cheer you up and show you just how much he cares for you, smiling as his stubble tickled your sensitive face enough to make you giggle and smile yourself.
“This optimistic guy is just glad to finally be home with his beauty again.” He sighed deeply as you brushed through his unruly messy hair, relaxing and leaning in to your heavenly touch.
Lulled by your caresses, he felt himself falling asleep, whispering as his droopy eyes turned to you.
“Y/n, thank you.” His lazy kiss gets returned by you, having his tired smile still radiating endearment as you both pulled away. “For coming into my life. Letting me be myself around you. Just … everything.”
“I feel the same way, Kei.” You confess as you too felt the embrace of sleep taking you in, using his chest as a pillow, slacking as having him back in your arms made it that much easier to settle down and unwind, straight to sleepy town. “I love you.”
Keigo's heart beats right outta his chest at that confession, admiring your sweet sleeping self, giving your forehead a kiss, curling into you, lulled by your soft breathing as it became his favorite lullaby. “I love you too.”
His wings settled back, pulling away to rest behind him as Keigo pulled you two to lay on your sides, still enraptured in each other, as nighttime swept throughout Kyushu.
For their winged protector took a nice long rest.
With you, his beautiful partner, safe and sound in his arms.
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Top 22 of 2022 Tag Game
Thanks @otomiya-tickles and @myreygn for the tag!!
Since it's my first year, everything should count as new to me, so I'll also put "older" fandoms and ships
Part 1: Fandom Faves
01 - Favorite Fandoms of the Year
Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, Bungo Stray Dogs, Kuroko no Basket, Boku no Hero Academia, Yuukoku no Moriarty
02 - Favorite Ships of the Year
Genshin Impact - Xiaother, Kazuscara, Cynari, Kavetham ❤️ BSD - Shin Soukoku, Ranpoe ❤️ Haikyuu - Bokuaka, Kuroken, Kurotsukki, Yakulev ❤️ BNHA - Todobaku, Tododeku ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - Sherliam
03 - Favorite Anime/TV Show of the Year
Yuukoku no Moriarty, Gakuen Babysitters, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, Dahmer
04 - Favorite Movie of the Year
MHA World Heroes Mission
05 - Favorite Character of the Year
BSD - Akutagawa ❤️ BNHA - Dabi and Todoroki (can't decide) ❤️ Genshin Impact - Tighnari and Scaramouche (can't decide again) ❤️ Haikyuu - Kuroo ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - William ❤️ Free! Iwatobi Swim Club - Ikuya
06 - Favorite Soundtrack of the Year
Ruu's Song from Genshin Impact (it was the first time I cried for a videogame)
07 - Favorite Book/Manga/Comic of the Year
Uno, Nessuno, Centomila (One, No one, 100 Thousand) by Pirandello ❤️ Il Gatto che insegnava ad essere Felici (The Cat that taught how to be happy) ❤️ Boku no Hero Academia
08 - Favorite Game of the Year
Genshin Impact obviously
09 - Highlights of the Year
Welp... time to sound sappy ig 🫣 Making an account here and meeting all those new amazing friends
Part 2: Community Review
10 - Favorite Tumblr Moments of 2022
Squealing Santa and Tickletober!! I've seen and I'm seeing so many amazing works!! It makes me feel like a kid in a candy store 😻
11 - Favorite Fanart of the Year
Aaaahh too many to choose 😵💫 I'd say this one, this one, this one, this one (a gift for me), this one (another gift), this one and this one (gift for my first milestone
12 - Favorite Fic of the Year
AGAIN!! Too manyyy 😵 I'll go with this one (it's so good and the fact that it was written for me makes it even more special) and this one (AAAAAAAAHHH SO CUTE)
13 - Favorite Ask Game of the Year
Probably the one I'll host in a few days 😅
14 - My Top Achievements as a Writer
Probably my milestones for this year and managing to balance my writing time study time, chores time and free time
15 - My own Best Fic of the Year
If I consider the notes, I'd have to say this one, but if it comes to personal taste I'm choosing this one with no doubts
16 - My most Underappreciated Fic of the Year
I don't really have one... honestly I'm not that well-known as a writer and all my fic received more love and appreciation than I could've ever asked for!!
17 - A Post of Mine that got more Popularity than Expected
This one. It's not exactly a conventional pairing (OBVIOUSLY PLATONIC) but it got really appreciated and it made me pleasantly surprised and extremely happy ^_^
18 - Something I Changed on My Blog since This Year
It's my first year here, so I don't have anything 😅
Part 3: Next Year
19 - Something I didn't post This Year but I'd like to post Next Year
Some sequels for some of my drabbles (from my drabble event)
20 - Goals for Next Year
Keeping a constant writing schedule and showing as much appreciation as possible to the other talented creators around here
21 - 2023 Releases I look forward the Most
Attack on Titan, the new season of BNHA, Genshin updates and THE FINAL MOVIE OF FREE! (pls where are you?? 😭💔)
Part 4: Spreading Love
22 - Shoutouts to People who made my 2022 a Better Year
@jettori my first friend around here!! Having you through this journey is a gift I still don't think I deserve 🥹
@fanfic-chan @rattypattyy @kaerichan-yatta @tickles-and-cuddles @tickly-floof @xsezzie MY LITTLE GREMLINS!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCH <333
@mai-mei well... you've "officially adopted" me so I'll say it directly 😹 BEST. BIG. SISTER. EVER.
@wertzunge always so sweet and supportive 💙🥹 I think you understood that I almost see you as a big brother
@myreygn there's only a true sweetheart among us and it's you. PERIOD. ❤️🔥
@xiaosstepstool I'll never get tired of saying this: BEST. MOM. FRIEND. (Who's actually a baby in denial) ✨️🍡
@eliasiis the one who's not in charge LITTLE KID... You're truly a sunshine, always brighting my days 💛
@otomiya-tickles @skribblz @intheticklecloset Not only did I experience the emotion of having three of my idols notice and appreciate my work, but I also got the chance of talking to you without being an anon!! It was so much nicer and you all are three amazing people that I'll always carry in my heart
@intheheartofarainbow @kaaveh @simplysmilingdrew @fresh-thomato @vampirecorset @leeviathaaaan @rand0m-s1nner @lovinglyroses Thank you all so much for existing and being part of my life. You're all so precious ❤️🥹
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Introduction \°○°/ !!
Tw: None! Just brief mention of trauma triggers, but that's it.
Hello there, fellow people. My name is Archer. You can call me Archy (: . I use they / them pronouns. And yes, this is a tickle blog.
You are free to make requests, but please do take into consideration that I don't really write fanfics. I can if you want me to, but it'll take me a while. I'm a busy person, sorry!
A brief introduction about me, before I talk about my Tumblr page.
I'm Australian! I speak Spanish as well as English, so there's some good news for any Spanish followers.
I am diagnosed with PTSD. Please don't show me any realistic photos and videos of fire ( and fireworks ). It'll set me to respond.
I don't write NSFW.
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Fandoms that I'm currently in:
Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles ( rottmnt ), and the 2012 Nickelodeon series for TMNT.
Undertale.
The Nightmare Before Christmas ( one of my biggest obsessions 🫶 ).
Hunter x Hunter.
Danganronpa, BNHA ( I'm not in any of these two fandoms, but I'm okay to write about them ).
Haikyu.
FNAF security breach.
IDV.
Tags: @someone1348 @mythica0 @thetickleeraven @the-gingerbread-lee @ticklishfanart @tword-obessed @comfytickles @anxious-lee @ghastigiggles @leosmasktails @postoi .
#Introduction#Tickle#Tickle blog#Rottmnt#Undertale#The nightmare before Christmas#Hunter x Hunter#Danganronpa#BNHA#Haikyu#Fnaf security breach#IDV#Identity V
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August look-
Look me in the EYES August how am I suppose to just LIVE MY LIFE after this fic just like I haven't just read a MASTERPIECE in form of a fanfic!!!!!!!
Really, I would FIGHT for you characterization. The way you write and describe both Aizawa and Hizashi's personalities is just so so so soooooo good! The way Hizashi is teasy and playful. How Shouta is a m e a n i e and grumpy and caring. I am WEAK
Sneaking Suspicion
TickleTober 2022, Day 3: Shriek
besties i’ll be honest i did not edit this one, work has been killing me the past couple weeks and i wrote this while half asleep two days ago jdkfhd
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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia
Ship(s): EraserMic
Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Mic (leaning more heavily towards Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic)
Word Count: 1175 words
Summary: Shouta is by far the quiet one between the two of them, but Hizashi likes to see how loud he can get Shouta to laugh. Really, Hizashi should have expected revenge.
[ao3 link]
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Shouta may have been the Underground Hero between the two of them, but that didn’t mean Hizashi was incapable of being sneaky himself, despite what everyone thought. Sure his Quirk was Voice, he tended to be loud and energetic, and he often played into a persona for his Hero work, but at the same time, he spent his years at U.A. training with Shouta. He wasn’t nearly as unsubtle as everyone accused him of being.
And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.
Continuar lendo
#Anyway anyway simply WONDERFUL fanfic I am look I am looking#I am biting it and scampering to the forest w it and no one can stop me (/lh /j)#♡♡♡♡#Luv luv luuuv all ur bnha fics#bnha tickles#rb go brrr#<3#Bnha tickling#Switch!Hizashi#Ticklish!Mic#Switch!Aizawa#Ticklish!Eraserhead
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Masterlist
Scenario Writing
Lee's Perspective
All's Fair in Love and Tickling
Ler's Perspective
Better Days
Fanfics
BNHA/MHA
An Unexpected Turn of Events (Bakusquad/Bakugo platonic)
Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba
Borne Back Ceaselessly into the Past (Tanjiro/Muichiro platonic)
Haikyuu
Wow Fantasstic Baby (Kuroo/Tsukishima romantic)
That Darn Cat (Kuroo/Tsukishima romantic, sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby)
Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko's Basketball
Reading Through Glass (Kuroko/Kise platonic)
Headcanons
Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko's Basketball
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intro!
hi tumblr! i’m lynnie, and welcome to my library! on this blog you’ll find fics that i love, as well as original fanfics from me! it’s been a couple years since i’ve written consistently, so i’m excited to get back into it!
the fandoms you can expect to see here include hazbin/helluva, marvel, bnha, vtubers, league of legends, and probably more that i can’t think of right now!
the types of fics you can expect to see here vary! tickle fics (lots of these....... yeah), x reader fics, smutty one shots, tooth-rotting fluff; the possibilities are endless!
thank you for visiting my blog! enjoy your stay! <3
my fics!
Recharging | Sett/Aphelios - Sett discovers Aphelios is ticklish while they’re cuddling. [ao3]
Keeping Secrets | Kayn/Ezreal - Ezreal is hiding something from Kayn, and he's determined to figure it out. [ao3]
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Ticklish Tutorial (Todo x Deku)
A/N: This took me THREE days to write, holy crap. But it was so much fun to write and I loved some of the personsl headcanons I weasled in there as well. I hope you enjoy <3
Disclaimer: This is a sfw tickle fanfic (I do not do nsfw for any fandom)
Summary: Shouto Todoroki had a hard upbringing, that was known to all. But to have no affection whatsoever? It shocked Izuku when he found out the poor boy had no idea what tickling was but he is more than happy to show him what it is.
Word Count: 1,680
It wasn't a secret amongst class 1-A that Shouto had a rough upbringing. They tried to help him experience things he never got to due to his fathers' "training," so it wasn't a surprise to Midoryia that he had probably never experienced tickling before. Endeavor considered anything that brings pleasure to a weakness that can be used against you in combat. In short words, the boy never received affection, and he always shied away from anything considered remotely close to it.
“No way, you’re ticklish?” Izuku exclaimed, watching the taller boy look at him strangely.
They had been doing physical training after school, organized by Ida, but before hand they paired up to stretch, Midoryia and Todoroki got paired together. They had been doing simple stretches alongside crunches. Todoroki asked him to hold his feet down, which was a bit hard since he went so fast. It resulted in Izuku having to dig his hands into his feet a bit, his thumbs drilling a bit into the arch of his foot. He wasn’t expecting the son of the #2 hero to cough up a laugh.
“Todoroki! Are- are you okay?” His voice was full of concern.
“Yeah. You didn’t hurt me. I don’t know what you did.” He rubbed his foot, trying to get the tingly feeling to go away.
“What? I was just holding down your feet- wait. Todoroki..no way, you’re ticklish?”
He had heard that word before, amongst the group, as they engaged in many tickle fights before. But he himself had no clue as to whether or not he was ticklish.
“I don’t know.” He answered truthfully, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
“What do you mean you don’t know? How do you not know?”
“I just don’t know. It was never in my life.”
Midoryia felt his heart pang a little bit. How has he never been tickled? Not even by the group? No one dared touch him probably..
Mischievous eyes fell upon the bi-colored hair boy, who shot his friend a worried glance. His mischief left his eyes and was replaced by sympathy instead.
“Are you okay with me trying to tickle you? Just a quick one, to you know, see if you’re ticklish? We won’t do anything more than you’re comfortable with.”
“I guess.” He shrugged, he knew Midoryia would probably tell the others and once Kirishima or Kaminari found out they would try to figure it out as well.
“Okay, I’m going to tickle your sides, they’re commonly ticklish.” Izuku stated before he reached both hands out to squeeze his sides.
Todoroki watched his hands approach, his body automatically squirming. Why was he moving? Why was his heart racing? What was happening? Sensations. Wiggling hands met sides. The sound was music to Midoryia’s ears, Shoto’s laughter. It was soft, kind of quiet, and had an almost child-like bubbliness to it. It was almost intoxicating. A blush formed on the cheeks of both of them.
“You are ticklish! That’s funny, but as promised, that was it. Wanna keep doing reps?” Izuku gestured to himself, starting to stand up to continue the training.
“Do it again.” Was all Todoroki said, his face full of sincerity yet seemed to be confused.
He wanted to feel it again, to feel what he’s been missing out on all these years. To feel loved. To feel something, and with tickling he felt so much. He felt happy, loved, carefree.
“Todoroki-kun? Are you sure? You want me to tickle you?” He questioned, unsure if he heard him correctly.
“Yes. Why won’t you?” God, the boy didn’t experience tickling enough to understand that most people hate being tickled and that it isn’t a common thing to just outright ask for it.
He felt his heart soften though, the boy found something he enjoyed and probably reminded him of something he didn’t have. Who was he to deny him? He got everything in life, especially motherly love..
“Okay, but you need to tell me when to truly stop, we’ll have a safe word. Icyhot.” Todoroki rolled his eyes at that. “Do you want me to tickle you gently or maybe something Bakugo style?”
He could sense a little fear in the bi-color haired boy once he mentioned Bakugo’s method of tickling. Once Bakugo starts on you, you don’t get a single break until you’re about to pass out. Maybe that was too rough for a first time, maybe they should start with something gentler.
“We don’t have to do that! I swear! It was just a stupid suggestion!” Midoryia began apologizing, not wanting to ruin his experience with tickling so fast.
“Midoryia, just tickle me.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice, and Izuku calmed down now, realizing it didn’t have to be anything special, he just wanted the action itself as it was.
He instructed the boy to lay on his back, asking permission to straddle his waist (which was given) before going further.
“Do you want any type of restraint? Or would you feel more comfortable with none at all?” He was quick to answer that he didn’t want to be restricted, a bit of anxiety coming with that answer as well that Midoryia picked up on.
Gently, he began to spider the lee’s sides, starting off experimentally. It wasn’t crazy ticklish there, but it got him squirming and a smile forming. Drifting from his sides he went more towards his midsection, traveling up to his ribs. Applying a bit more pressure now, a few giggles escaped.
“Come on, Shoto. Let me hear that cute laugh of yours.” He gently teased, he knew Todoroki wasn’t used to teases, and he didn’t want to patronize him or make him feel helpless. He was rewarded by the giggles turning into belly laughs, the same laugh he heard earlier, the one that caught his heart.
Midoryia switched up tactics from scribbling against his ribs to massaging. God, the boy damn near screamed! He kept thrashing from left to right, but primarily to the right. There was warmth on his fingers suddenly...actually...all over his body. But only on the left side?
“Todoroki? Are you okay? You’re getting warm, are you trying not to use your quirk?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
“N-no. Uhm,” He was trying to calm down a bit to answer, “When I blush my entire left side gets a bit warmer.”
Midoryia couldn’t help but smile, that was the cutest shit ever. He continued, curious about where else the boy was ticklish at. His ribs seemed to be a hot spot but he wanted to explore new places. Skittering his fingers up to the boys neck now, he was rewarded with louder laughs.
“MIHIHIHDORYIHIHIA!” Todoroki happily laughed out, his hands trying to grasp the fingers teasing his neck and collarbone.
“Yes, Todoroki?” But no answer came, just more happy laughter.
Todoroki has never felt this...this...relaxed. There was absolutely nothing on his mind except the tickly feeling and how nice it was.
“What if I tickle here? Does that tickle?” Those damn teases followed by wiggling fingers traveling towards his underarms but there was no response.
“It does not. Why does it not? Am I broken?” His voice seemed sad, as if tickling was an item that he damaged.
“No! No, not at all. Some people just aren’t as ticklish in some areas while others are. Like for example, uhm. You may not be ticklish here but you could be ticklish elsewhere...like...here!” He scanned his body, trying to find an odd place to be ticklish before his eyes fell upon the boy’s hands.
Midoryia glided his fingernails carefully over his palms, noticing his eyes widen and giggles stream from his mouth. Squirming constantly, it was hard to stay on top of him.
“Wow, Todoroki-kun! You’re really ticklish here! I wonder if it will work on you...it always worked on Bakugo when we were kids...” The statement made him shiver, if it worked on Bakugo of all people what was in store for him?
Shoto eyed the green haired boy as he lifted his palm to his lips and blew. His eyes didn’t stay on him long though, he threw his head back cackling, his back completely arched. The sensation was overwhelming, his mind couldn’t focus on anything other than the tingling sensation that shot all over his hand and up his arm. He could barely catch his breath before Midoryia blew rapsberry. He tried pushing his head away, wildly kicking his feet, tiny fire sparks coming off him on one side and little snowflakes off the other.
“PLEHEHEHE!” He couldn’t even form a sentence!
“You know the safeword if the tickling is too tickly for the number one ticklish hero~” Midoryia teased, continuing to scratch and trace the little lines on his palm.
“IIHIHIHICY HOHOHOHOT!!” He pleaded, tears of mirth streaming down his face.
The tickling came to an immediate halt and Midoryia got off his classmate, who immediately curled up into a ball grabbing his midsection, still drunk off giggles.
“Are you okay? Did- did I go to far? I’m sorry if I did-” Mindless rambles poured out of Izuku’s mouth before being interrupted.
“No. It was fun. Thank you, Midoryia. I can see why everyone engages in this play around school. They never include me though.” He seemed to be confused as to why he was left out of something fun.
“I’m unsure, I don’t think they meant it Shoto, but I don’t think that will last too much longer. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, playfully teasing his palm, causing ice to shoot out and make Midoryia scream.
“You could of done that the entire time?!”
“Yes. But you weren’t hurting me, so there was no reason to. You caught me off guard this time.”
“Right, okay, note to self: you need to be aware before you’re tickled or else I might die.” That got a Todoroki chuckle (basically a puff of air) as they both stood up.
“Continue practice?” Todoroki suggested.
“You aren’t tired?!”
“No, why would I be tired? All you did was tickle me.”
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Homework Problems
I'm so sorry if this is short- i was lazy to finish it off with a normal ending 😃✨
Lee!Aoyama Yuga
Ler!Tenya Iida
Requested By @amasimphhhhhhh
The male was currently doing homework that Aizawa had passed out yesterday. He didn't have any time for tomfoolery or distractions. The irritated thing that got him going was some of the questions. They were clearly hard, thanks to Aizawa.
It was a normal day in the dormitory. Half of the class were playing games, half were watching tv.
The only one who wasn't doing anything was Yuga Aoyama.
The male pouted as he sat up, just as he was about to give up, Iida walked passed him, walking along the tiled floor as he hummed a song. An idea then came into Aoyama's head as he turned to the bluenette. "Hey, Iida-Kun!"
Iida stopped in his tracks as he heard his name. He turned around as a small smile formed on the male's face. "Ohayō, Aoyama. Can i help you? The bluenette asked as he walked over to the blonde.
"Yes, you can actually." Aoyama started as Iida sat down next to him. "Can you help me with these questions? Their hard..." He said as he pouted once more.
Iida looked at the questions as he smiled softly. "Of course. I just finished earlier. Would you like to come to my dorm so we can discuss over it?"
Aoyama smiled as he clapped his hands in excitement. "Oui! Thank you, mon ami!" The blonde said as he started to pick up his stuff.
In Iida's Dorm Room -
As the two males were sitting in Tenya's dorm. They both started to work on the homework, Aoyama still couldn't seem to understand it though. "Ugh! C'est dur! Aizawa-Sensei is a pain in the ass!"
"Hey! Language, Aoyama. Come on, i'm sure you'll get it, Watashi no yūjin!" Iida said as he smiled over to Aoyama. The blonde only groaned as he plopped himself onto Iida's bed. "No i won't, mon ami! Aizawa's ruthless when it comes to homework!"
Iida only stared at the blonde. Thoughts running through the male's head as he thought of ideas to help his dear friend. Then an idea popped in, a slight smirk forming the bluenette's face as he looked over to Aoyama. "I think i have a way to help you, Aoyama."
This caught the blonde's attention, he quickly shot up at the mention. "What is it?" He asked, clearly curious and impatient. He really wanted to get this homework done and over with.
When Aoyama had his guard down, Tenya pounced on the blonde, causing a shriek from Aoyama. "H-hey! Mon ami? What are you doing?'
Iida only smirked in response. "I'm helping you of course,Watashi no yūjin!" Tenya spoke as he stared down at the blonde, Aoyama however was confused by this. "How is pinning me down "helping me"?"
What caught Aoyama off guard was Iida placing his hands on his sides as he started tickling up and down them. The blonde giggled uncontrollably as he squirmed around, trying to get the male's hands off of his sides. "M-mohon amihihi! Iida stohohop!"
The bluenette only smiled as he chuckled at the blonde. "No way! Your smiling so much right now. Besides, it's helping isn't it?" Aoyama only laughed as hands started scratching at his ribs causing an embarrassingly cute snort out of the blonde.
"Aww, you snort? How much more adorable can you get?" Iida asked as he smiled at the growing blush on Aoyama's cheeks. "N-nohohohoho! Nohot adorable!" The blonde protested as he started to push at the hands on his sensitive ribs.
This only caused Iida to suddenly grab his wrists and pin them above his head as the other hand went to his stomach, vibrating his hand as the other male squealed loudly.
"I-IHIHIDA! NOHOT MY TUHUHUMMY!" Aoyama shouted out, squirming like crazy as his worst spot was exploited. Iida laughed along with the blonde as he sped up the tickling. "Cohohome on Aoyama. It can't be that bad!"
"Y-YOHOU WOULDN'T KNOHOW!" Aoyama started as he squealed. "YOHOHOUR NOT IHIN MY PLAHAHACE!"
"Well I'm glad I'm not in your place then." Iida said with a smirk. "Besides, your not even telling me to stop!"
A red blush grew on Aoyama's face as a giggly whine was heard from the blonde. "S-SHUHUHUT UP!" Aoyama shrieked as a playful raspberry was blown onto Aoyama's stomach.
Iida smirked as he let go of Aoyama's wrists, just so he can squeeze his sides repeatedly. "That's for telling me to shut up."
Aoyama kicked his legs behind Iida as he squeaked from each squeeze to his sides. "Nohohoho! I-ihihida!"
Let's just say that Aoyama didn't get any homework done for the rest of the day.
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I see you
A/N: I completely love Hagakure and Shoji. I just wish people will notice her like I do. I hope you enjoy my next tickle fic.
Hagakure: Lee
Shoji: Ler
Summary: Hagakure has a lot of depression evolving around because people can’t physically see her. She would mostly hide in her room a lot until Shoji thinks she’s finally had enough.
Hagakure opened the doors to the Class 1-A dorm building and slumped on the couch. She had to redo her Chemistry test because of a recent family crisis involving her mother. Her mother is alright, but she was still exhausted from having to stay at school late to finish the test. She yawned thinking that she should go to sleep on the couch until she heard voices in the kitchen.
Hagakure got up and walked in to see Shoji, Mineta, and Kaminari eating Doritos.Hagakure rolled her eyes at the boys and turned to leave until, “Hey, how come Hagakure isn’t in the picture?” It was Mineta who said that. Hagakure stayed and covered her mouth. Kaminari frowned. “What do you mean she’s right there.” Kaminari said as he pointed to the picture. Indeed Hagakure was there. But unfortunately for her quirk...most people couldn’t tell. “Oh there she is.”
“Why couldn’t you see her before?” Shoji asked.
“I mean she’s always invisible. It’s kinda hard to see her without clothes.” Shoji growled and slapped Mineta at the back of the head. “Ouch. Hey, I didn’t mean it in a pervert way. I’m just saying why bother being in the picture when no one can see you anyway?”
Hagakure’s heart shattered on impact. Mineta is a pervert. An ass. A horrible friend. But he was right. No one could see her. Sure they can see her clothes but that’s about it. Just an invisible force wearing girls clothes. She didn’t even know she was crying until the boys gasped. Now it was Kaminari’s turn to his Mineta. “Nice going asshole.”
Shoji was the first one to come to her. “Hagakure?” Shoji said going towards his friend. Hagakure sniffed and walked away. “Leave me alone.”
“You’re crying.”
“You can’t tell.” Hagakure shouted and ran back to her room, tears falling down her eyes.
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After a while, Hagakure was in her favorite pjs. She was hugging herself, the tears now falling faster. Why did she had to have this quirk. She could’ve had telekinesis or super strength. Instead she was cursed with invisibility. She was unable to see her hands, feet, fingers, or toes. Sure she still hinges like a normal person but really, who could do that without be able to know what you look like?
Hagakure heard a knock on her door. “Occupied.” She called out, even though Shoji already stepped into her room. Shoji’s eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness. “Hagakure, are you alright?” he asked calmly, closing the door behind him.
Hagakure sniffled a bit and rubbed her aching eyes. “What’re you doing here?” she asked a little roughly. Shoji walked slowly to the edge of her bed. “Just checking on you that’s all.”
“I’m fine. You can leave now.” Hagakure replied as Shoji shook his head. “You don’t sound fine.”
“How do you know, you can’t see a damn thing!?”
“I don’t have to see you. I can hear you just fine.” Hagakure was taken aback by his answer but she didn’t show it. How could see? Hagakure looked away from him determined to think he wasn’t going to notice. “Hagakure, look at me.”
“I am.”
“Liar.” Shoji replied putting his hand on her cheek and moved her head so she can fully look at her friend. “Your voice rises whenever you lie. Plus, if I can hear your voice from one side of you body then I know when you’ve turned away.” Hagakure was shocked. No one, not even her own parents, were able to do such a thing like that. “H-How did you.”
“I have two hands, two ears, and two mouths. I can shape them into anything I want. For all I know, I could have four eyes instead of two.” Hagakure pouted and turned away again. “Are you pouting? At me?”
“How can you tell I am?”
“Your voice says it all.” Shoji smirked when Hagakure turned away from him fully. “Come on Hagakure. Don’t make me have to tickle you again.” Hagakure gave out a silent gasp. Yet, she smiled a bit in anticipation. She loved it whenever Shoji tickled her. It made her remember the times her parents use to tickle her too. Shoji chuckled. “Hey, I heard that gasp. You want me to do it, don’t you.”
“NO!” Hagakure said as she quickly hopped off her bed and ran out of her bedroom. “You can run but you can’t hide!” Shoji said as he ran after the invisible girl.
Hagakure successfully made it into the kitchen and hid behind the kitchen counter. She breathed silently, not wanting to make a single sound. Shoji crept into the kitchen already knowing that would be a good place to hide. Shoji couldn’t help but chuckle. “Always the kitchen. Is it because of the food?” As if on command, Hagakure’s stomach growled. Hagakure clenched her stomach and glared at it. “Shush you.” she whispered hoping her tickle monster wouldn’t hear her.
Shoji smirked more after hearing her voice. “I know where you are.” Hagakure slammed her hands over her mouth. Shoji was getting closer and closer to his target. If Hagakure just stood very still, he won’t be able to see or hear her.
One second.
Two.
Five.
(growl)
Shoji looked to his left and saw the little invisible girl sitting against the kitchen counter. “...boo.”
“GAH!” Hagakure yelled as she tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, Shoji held her around her waist. “Gotcha.” Hagakure giggled in his grasp, his hands already tickling her waist. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHOJIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!”
“Yes, that is my name.” Shoji joked as he moved his other two hands to her armpits. Hagakure laughed and kicked her legs out of reflex. “SHOJI HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Shoji only shook his head. “You know you say you want me to stop yet, you love it when I tickle you.” Shoji replied, causing Hagakure to go all red. She was now grateful for the invisibility quirk. “Let’s see...let’s work our way down to you little tummy wummy.” Shoji snuck two of his hands down to Hagakure’s tummy making her laugh go up an octave. He then move the other two hands to her feet which were bent so it was easy to get there.
Poor Hagakure was getting the most torture ever. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shoji absolutely loved her vicious laugh. He could tickle her all day and it will still be the most beautiful sound in the world. Shoji smiled at his captive friend who was going into silent laughter. Shoji wasn’t quiet ready to give up just yet. “Just a moment there sweetie, we’re almost done.”
With that, Shoji turned Hagakure over so that she was laying on her back in his lap. He then began to lift up her shirt just a bit and sucked in air in two of his mouths. Hagakure knew what was coming next. “No no no! NO!” But it was too late.
The poor girl recieved not one but two raspberries in one go. Hagakure never laughed so loud in her life. This was something she never expected at all. Hagakure’s laughter was silent enough that Shoji decided to call it quits. “You good?” he asked as Hagakure regained her breathing. “Yes....I am.”
“Good, cause if you weren’t I’ll have to do it all again.” Hagakure gasped and quickly covered her belly from the tickle monster. Shoji laughed at her reaction. Hagakure smiled at him even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “Hey, there’s that smile I look forward to everyday.”
“Okay, how are you able to see me?”
“I don’t have to look to be able to see. I can feel you everyday. That’s enough for me.” Shoji replied as Hagakure giggled. “Did you just...rhymed.”
“It was from a movie.” It took a full minute for Hagakure to stop laughing. But Shoji didn’t care. He loved her anyway.
Oh btw @simplysmilingdrew sense you love Shoji and Hagakure so much, I made you ANOTHER ONE! Do you like it?
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Changed a few things here and there and actually added the new fics yayay
Masterpost [English Yaaay!]
Kanene’s notes: Soooo.. I guess is better I make this masterpost right now, because I’m in love with procrastination and if I don’t took this little sight of inspiration that I’m having, in the future, when I look at my blog I already gonna have like 12345678 fanfics and zero organization xP.
Then be welcomed! Get your chocolates, a coffee and protect your soul from all the fluff you will found beyond this point! Yaay! XP.
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English: You’re already here! ^w-)/
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Hi there, I was wondering if you would write about lee Todoroki and probably ler kirishima & kaminari? Tysm~
Of course!
"I knew you could smile!!"
Lee Todoroki Lers Kirishima and Kaminari
"Hahahaha!! bro that tik tok is hilarious!" Kirishima cracked up.
"Pshhheeyeah! It's so funny!" Kaminari giggled. Not far away from them was where Bakugou sat.
"Ugh, can you two nerds be quiet? what's so funny anyway?" he grumbled. Kaminari got up and brought his phone with the tik tok video pulled up over to him.
"Watch this!" Denki said. Bakugou looked at him unamused but took the phone to watch the video.
A few minutes later you could see a small bit of a smirk start to form at the corner of his lips.
"You think it's funny~?" Kaminari asked?. Katsuki quickly tossed his phone back at him, thankfully he caught it.
"Tch it was just a bunch of animals being stupid" he said any form of smile gone.
"Aww but you never get it on video!" Kaminari complained.
Bakugou did his evil smirk "I don't need to video tape anything when you guys are stupid all the time". Kaminari didn't say a word and went back to Kirishima and sat down.
Kaminari knew that Bakugou didn't usually smile often or at all but he did know another person who didn't smile at all as well. It was Todoroki. Shoto sat a few desks away reading a book quietly. So Denki got up and went over to him confident that he was gonna him to smile. Kirishima watched as Kaminari showed the video and failed to make Todoroki make an expression other blank.
Frowning Kaminari sulked back to his seat and plopped into his chair.
"Hey Kamibro it's fine if they didn't laugh they probably don't have a sense of humor" he reassured. Kaminari gave him a smile.
"Yeah...wait! I got it I know how to make that boy smile" Kaminari clasped his hands together. Kirishima leaned in obviously interested in his plan.
Then the plan took action, both of them crept over to Todoroki. He had no clue what was about to take place because he was too glued to his book. Kirishima came up behind him and grabbed his wrists in his hands.
"H-hey what are you doing?" Todoroki stammered confused. And he was even more confused to see Kaminari wiggling his fingers at him.
"Oh we just wanna see you smile" Denki smiled sweetly. Even though Todoroki showed no emotion to the tik tok video he was finding it incredibly hard to fight a smile down.
"Oh? smiling already~?" Kirishima teased.
"Hah! I knew you could smile! Now let's get you to laugh~" Kaminari grinned.
When those wiggly fingers touched down to his sides it was over. And the sound that came out of him was a high pitched squeak.
"Ticklish?" Kaminari asked even though it was clear to see that Shoto was indeed ticklish. Shoto shook his head repeatedly trying to keep any sound from coming out of his mouth. But when those evil fingers traveled to his stomach all those pent up giggles came flowing out.
"Ehehehe!!! Stahahap!" Poor Todoroki squealed. He tried desperately to free himself, but he guessed that Kirishima hardened his skin because he couldn't move his arms at all. The only thing he could do was kick his feet uselessly at the ground.
"Nahahaht ThEHEehehuhuhurr!!"
"Yes there!" Kaminari mocked. And if things couldn't get any ticklier he now felt five more fingers scratching at his armpit.
"Nahahaha!!! Ihihihihit tihIhicKles! Pleahehehese!!" Shoto pleaded.
"Please keep going? Sure! We didn't plan on stopping so soon anyway" Kaminari said as Kirishima nodded in agreement.
This carried on until class started and Kaminari stood there triumphly, feeling like he'd won this battle. But one thing he didn't see coming was...Todoroki's revenge later that day.
#Mha#Bnha#Tickling#Tickle fanfic#Fanfiction#Ler Kaminari#Ler Kirishima#Lee Todoroki#Ticklish Todoroki#My hero academia tickles#My hero academia#Skye writes#Skye posts
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