#gang tickled

[daisylovestickles]

A new outfit for my recent session with @dusktexanler and @bb-nesquik

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[bruhainrot]

DOL SYDNEY’S QNA

Purityguy responded to my questions about Sydney!! If you have any other questions about Sydney you can directly message them as they get back to you very quickly and very active on discord 🫠🫠

So far, I can think of two long-term consequences:

Dismissal event: Sydney feels betrayed.

Sydney may not be able to let go of what happened, leading him to make a stupid long term plan to kidnap the PC. He may end up kidnapping the PC in the adult shop/his house's basement for some kinky bdsm session cause he doesn't want the PC to leave him due to abandonment issues. PC developing yet another stockholm syndrome.

[foot-tickling-fetish]

When a lee has been craving to get tickled all day.... and then this happens.

[rocketbirdie]

🎵bow wow wow, bow wow wow, he's a good boy who never stops~🎵

[thebest-medicine]

The Harm in Trying

MHA - BakuDeku & the Bakusquad lee!Bakugo, lers!Izuku Kaminari Kirishima & Sero - [read on ao3]

Summary: Bakugo is put into a ticklish situation by Midoriya with the rest of his friends… and of course he denies he’s ticklish.

A/N: I am so weak for giggly smiley Kacchan…it’s a problem and I’m making it all of y’all’s problem now. On a fucking roll with these BNHA fics lately, sorry not sorry for my bkdk brainrot~.

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“Wait, no way! Kacchan! Are you still ticklish?” 

Bakugo can feel the heat of his blood burning across his face and ears with embarrassment. “The fuck? Of- of course not!” He dares a glance at Midoriya—and finds a knowing grin on his classmate’s face, instantly regretting the decision. “Don’t even think about trying—”

“Aw, why not? If you’re not ticklish~, then why does it matter?”

“Shut up, Deku!” Katsuki hisses. 

“No, no, Midoriya has a point.” Kirishima agrees, holding up a finger to get the attention of the rest of the group.

“Seriously, what’s the harm in trying~?” Kaminari grins.

Bakugo rolls his eyes at Izuku despite his prominent blush. “Look what you did. Damn it, nerd!” He cracks his knuckles and shifts his weight so he’s in a good place to spring up from his seat quickly if he needs to. “Hope you guys know, if you try this, I’m gonna kill—”

Sero is quick with his tape and has the advantage of being out of Bakugo’s line of sight. At the first sign of movement, explosions start to crackle off of his hands, and Katsuki leaps to a stand to put up a fight with his classmates. 

Instead of a fight, it’s over in moments, to Bakugo’s dismay, as tape wraps its way around his arms, legs, and whole body tightly. There’s a tug, and Bakugo feels himself tumbling backward, only to be caught short of the floor by Midoriya. 

Katsuki’s eyes flare with alarm as he realizes the brief battle has taken a severe turn out of his favor, and fast. He also notices Izuku looking down at him with.. Amusement? Concern? Interest? 

“What the hell?! You guys are seriously dead! Let me up! Now!” 

“…Sounds like something a ticklish person would say.” Kirishima smirks, moving closer.

Kaminari laughs, joining in. “Hehe yeah, you seem worried Bakugo… What’s wrong? Are you like reeaaaaally ticklish or something?”

“No you idiots! I just don’t like being jumped by my so-called friends! What the hell?!” 

Ignoring his barking, they reach in to help Midoriya lower Bakugo gently to the floor of the common room. Kaminari throws a leg over Bakugo’s legs while Kirishima untangles one of his arms and drags it up over his head, exposing his side. Sero sits down beside them. Katsuki’s other arm is taped against his side, and his legs are haphazardly wrapped together, meanwhile his idiot best friend now has one of his arms in a vice grip over his head. Kaminari settles into a spot just above Bakugo’s bound knees, holding him in place further. 

Midoriya leans in closer, shifting around the Bakugo’s side opposite Sero, clearly remembering the tickle fights they had gotten into as kids. “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Kacchan~.” 

All four of his classmates have excited grins on their faces. Fuck. Fuck. Red blooms across Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima brings a super wiggly teasing hand down slowly, frustratingly slowly, toward Bakugo’s exposed armpit, and he can’t help his eyes locking to it. “Seriously, cut this crap out!” 

“Not a chance!” Kirishima exclaims with a giddy smile.

Bakugo growls in frustration as the claw draws closer, just a few inches from his skin. Suddenly, it dips down faster, and a gasp fills the room just as quickly. 

Bakugo growls again when he realizes the trick… and his mistake. His attackers snicker with glee.

“Did you see his eyes just now?” Kaminari observes excitedly.

Sero chuckles along. “Yeah, oh man.” 

“You’re totally ticklish Bakubro.” Kirishima laughs, delighted, and continues his teasing descent.

“Bet you we can get him to giggle.” Kaminari suggests.

“I don’t fucking g-giggle.” Katsuki swallows, quick to stop talking as Kirishima’s fingers touch down, poking curiously. 

“Actually, Kacchan, I’m pretty sure you do have some giggle-spots.” Izuku chimes in, biting his lip to fight back his grin. 

“You’re gonna be the f-first to die, Deku!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Izuku chuckles. “You’re not really in a good position to be rude right now.” He pokes his fingers into Kacchan’s tensed abdomen which jumps slightly under the touch. 

Bakugo’s skin is alight, his nerves tingling in anticipation. His focus is forced in on the points of contact his friends have with his underarm and stomach. “Don’t.” He grumbles weakly, energy focused on keeping his composure intact.

The hesitant yet curious fingers pick up pace, encouraged by his stonewalling. Kaminari joins in, pinching the tops of Bakugo’s thighs, and Sero starts poking at his exposed ribs. 

Katsuki twitches more and more under each touch, his chest starting to rattle a bit with held back laughter. This led him to the conclusion that he was absolutely, definitely, undeniably still ticklish. It was much worse than he remembered.

As his friends grow more and more confident by the moment, he finds it harder and harder not to laugh. A wide smile works its way onto his face and Katsuki curses himself internally. Soon, giggles are starting to slip through. He only wishes he could at least have a hand free to cover his ridiculous face. 

“It’s working! Look!” Kaminari concludes triumphantly, reaching up further to prod at Bakugo’s hip bones. 

“Ah! Stahahhop it—”

Kirishima and Sero grin in turn, encouraged, and start to tickle with more determination at their respective spots. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Katsuki’s laughter to begin leaking out.

“Nahahaha- idiots! Cuhuhuhut it out! Thihihis is stuhuhupid!” Bakugo complains, chuckling through his torment.

“It’s working, let’s get him worse!” Kirishima and Kaminari agree, suddenly tickling with fervor over their respective spots. 

“No!” Bakugo shouts, panic rising with his laughter as he realizes he can’t move.  

“Guys…” Izuku clears his throat for a moment. “Wait a second.”

They pause, turning to look at Midoriya.

“Let’s just… take it easy ok? I don’t think we should be too mean…” 

Kaminari shrugs. “I mean… He’s already gonna kill us all for this, regardless of what we do going forward.” 

“Yeah but.. I still think we should be...” Izuku pauses, drawing a lazy finger down Bakugo’s midsection, feeling the muscle tremble beneath it. Little protection is offered in the form of casual dorm clothes. “—well, try to be… nice. I think.” Izuku brings the rest of his fingers out into a spider-y crawl up to his ribs. “He always hated it if you went too hard, back then.” 

“Sh-shuhut the fuck up!” Katsuki growls between fading laughter. “Stop tahahalking about mehehe- while you’re—”

“Hey! He’s trying to stick up for you, bro.” Kirishima chastises, pinching Bakugo’s upper rib cage, sending his head back with a shout. He keeps up wiggling his fingers softly into the ribs.

“I don’t cahahahare! All of you shut uhuhuhup! Gehehet off already! It’s ahah- hahaha obviouslyhehehe not wohohohorking!” The fire of Katsuki’s embarrassed rage burns its way into the words, finding its way through despite the cackling laughter surrounding his words.

“Listen.” Kaminari leans in, trying to force eye contact with the flustered, angry blond. “Even though you’re being a big fat liar and a total jerk right now and you totally deserve to get it worse… We’re gonna listen to Midoriya and take it easy on you.” 

Part of Bakugo wants to scream, ‘don’t you dare take it easy on me! Ever!’ —but the ticklish part of his brain keeps that other part silent. He scoffs instead and tries again to kick his legs out unsuccessfully. “Whatever! Either get off or get whatever the hell you’re gonna do over with already!” 

Kirishima beams. “…That almost sounds like an invitation.”

“Shut up!”

“You need to work on your attitude, Kacchan~.” Kaminari snickers, poking a few times into Katsuki’s sides, and Bakugo tenses again, face still lit up with a warm blush. Midoriya continues to scribble gently at Bakugo’s stomach and up to his lower ribcage, searching for the perfect spot on his ribs that always made him.. Ah, there it was.

“Ehehehe, stahahaha— Deku d-dohohon’t!” Katsuki giggles.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Sero asks, happy with his tape bonds and feeling a bit crowded with the other two up near Bakugo’s chest. 

Bakugo’s toes curl in his stupid, measly, unprotective slippers. “N-no! I told you— I’m not fucking tihihicklish!” He blatantly lies. “Sh-ahaha-shut up, stupid ehehextras!” 

Kirishima sighs dramatically over the sound of Bakugo giggling. “Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while guys…”

“That’s fine by me!” Kaminari adds gleefully, pinching at both of Bakugo’s hips every few seconds and watching him buck faintly at the touch.

Katsuki continues his mantra of cursing and denial, only encouraging his tormenting friends to push him, tickling and teasing with a greater boldness with each passing threat he makes. And well, damn if his own competitive steak isn’t to a fault — he can’t help the instinct that he doesn’t want to lose. He knows it’s stupid at this point to keep denying that he’s ticklish. And yet…

“Shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohot! I’m not! Ahahah- don’t! Shihihit-fuck you Deku! Hahaha nooo—”

“Ooh what’d you do?” Curious voices crowd Izuku, faces trying to catch on to what he did to attract Bakugo’s ire.

“Nothing—” Izuku lets out a little laugh. “Just—”

“Nothing!” Katsuki reiterates, interrupting and glaring up at Deku. 

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “I think Kacchan would actually murder me if I showed you… sorry guys.”

They think for a moment, then shrug in agreement. “We’ll just have to keep doing this until we find whatever that spot was, then, I guess. Start a weekly tradition.” Kirishima says as though it’s a new chore they have to complete. 

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dahaHAHAhahare!”

“Wow, Bakugo, for someone who’s definitely not ticklish, you’re laughing a lot.” Kaminari teases. “What's so funny?” 

“Your stuhuhuhupid fahace!” Bakugo laughs back without missing a beat. 

Kaminari narrows his eyes, then pulls away his hands. He pulls his hand in close to examine it, flexes his fingers a few times; he rests his fingertips gently on his other forearm, watching thoughtfully. Electricity crackles, quiet enough to miss over Bakugo’s strangled laughter. With a grin, both of Kaminari’s hands are back, reaching down toward Bakugo’s middle, who groans with frustration. 

When Kaminari touches his stomach this time though, he pushes his hand under the shirt and against the bare skin. Bakugo tenses even further, his mind stumbling between a mixture of embarrassment, lightness, anger, laughter, and an overloading nervous system. 

“The fuhuhuhuck are yOU-HA! STAHAHA-NO! WHAHAT!? WHAahahaha whahahat iS THAHAT!?” Comes Katsuki’s increasingly frantic response to the feeling of tiny, popping electrical stimulations pulsing out from Kaminari’s nimble fingers. 

“Oh man, seriously what is that?” Kirishima asks with a grin.

“If you want us to stop, all you have to do is admit that you’re ticklish~.” Kaminari reminds a cackling Bakugo. He drags his fingers in light, slowly closing and widening circles along the skin he can reach under Bakugo’s shirt that isn’t fully closed off by tape. “It’s nothing really, just getting a little creative with my quirk.” He says casually to his friend as though there were not a writhing Bakugo between them.

“That’s so cool! How’d you come up with that? Is it easy to manage the minimal electrical output? Oh man, it seems like it tickles really bad! Poor Kacchan..” 

“Hey, if you want to try it out next…” Denki snickers.

Izuku holds his hands up, crossing and uncrossing them in front of his chest quickly. “No! No, I’m, heh, I’m already really ticklish so…” He blushes crimson with a nervous smile.

“Oh are you now?” Kaminari winks, grinning. “Maybe we’ll have to test that some time.” 

“N- uh. Heh.” Midoriya’s face is red as he stumbles over words and eventually just turns to focus on poking at Kacchan in front of him rather than his future possible victimhood.

Sero, meanwhile, tickles up and down Bakugo’s soles and pinches at his ankles and calves and shins, gaining him some suppressed kicks and jerking muscles.

When Midoriya returns to tickling along his ribs, Bakugo feels that he isn’t going to be able to take this much longer, with Kirishima on his underarm and occasionally neck, Sero on his feet, and Kaminari spreading his terrible little sparking tickles all over his sides and stomach now.

“Fuck! Stahahahahop- ehehehehenough already!” Bakugo growls through his increasingly desperate laughter. 

“You just have to admit it~.” Kirishima sing-song’s.

Bakugo shouts through his laughter, frustrated and nearly at wit’s end. He grapples with the few options he can think of right now, landing on nothing but the obvious out. Deku’s fingers start crawling back up toward his ribs and he panics, shouting out between laughs. “Fine! Fihihihine I’m ticklish! It fucking tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahhare you happy nahahahow? I am! Ahaha- haha is- is thihihis what you wahahahanted?!” 

Everyone slowly pulls their hands away, leaving a panting, flustered, still-giggling Bakugo taped up between them all. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Kaminari laughs, starting to tug at the tape securing their friend. 

Bakugo flinches when he first reaches in, which makes everyone laugh again. Soon, everyone is helping, and Bakugo is quickly free enough to stand up and rip the rest off. He tries to glower, to stare them all down, but the red hasn’t left his cheeks yet, and the smile is still fighting its way onto his lips. 

“You’re all gonna fucking die. I hope you know.” Katsuki cracks his knuckles, then turns and points accusatorily. “Especially you, Deku!” 

“Wha- me?!” 

“Obviously! This was all your fault!” 

Midoriya squeaks, shrinking in on himself and putting distance between him and Kacchan. 

“I have better things to do right now. But you’re all gonna get yours.” Bakugo threatens as he heads toward his dorm to ‘do better things’ (totally not just take a nap because he’s exhausted from laughing so hard).

[giggly-squiggily]

Birthday Boy (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Heyo! :D A very very belated but happy birthday to Yuji Itadori! Am I over 2 months late? Yes. Am I still gonna share this with y'all? Heck yeah >:3

This is also a gift for the ever amazing @rachi-roo! I've already shared this with her, but I wanted to share it with y'all as well cause who doesn't love Yuji Itadori? (Totally not because I'm running out of writing mojo and resorted to drafted fics heheheheheheeeee) I hope y'all like it! :3

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @mystwrites @chibisstuff @riisada @sp1racle

Summary: It's Yuji's birthday! Time to give the birthday boy as many tickles as he deserves!

Yuji woke up to blue eyes.

“GAH!” He yelped, falling as far back into his bed as possible. Gojo only grinned from his perch, clearly enjoying himself.

“Good morning, birthday boy~” He sang, tugging at the blanket hiding Yuji’s growing grin. “It’s time to get up- can’t spend your special day tucked in bed now, can we?”

“Is it an option?” Yuji asked, unable to fight down the giggles when Gojo’s eyes flashed, hands grabbing his sides through the sheet.

“I’m afraid not.”

The tickles came soon after, leaving Yuji yelping and giggling against his pillows. “Gohohohohojo shehehehehnsehehehehi! Agheahhahahahah hohohohld ohohohon! I ahhahahahven’t bruhuhuhushed my tehehehehehheheth yeehetet!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to do that.” The older man snickered, giving Yuji’s upper ribs a pinch just to hear him squeal. “This is just me making sure you’ll stay awake through it.”

“Gehahahahahhaha, buhuhuhut I ahhahahahm ahahahhawhhwhahahhahaake!”

“Are you now? Hmm…” Gojo momentarily paused, taking in his flushed cheeks and heaving form. “I can’t tell. Let me double check!”

“GohohohJOHOHOHOHO!”

~~~~~~

His sides were still tingling as he walked into the dorm’s common space, finding Nobara playing on her phone. When her eyes caught his, she tossed it aside with a grin. “Happy birthday, you dork!”

“Oh thank you- whoa!” Yuji yelped when she practically leaped over the couch, hugging him tightly. This was new- Nobara wasn’t usually the type to throw herself in men’s arms.

Oh…

Oh dear.

“Wait- wait not you twohohohoohohooho!” The realization came far too late as Nobara’s fingers began zooming up and down his sides from behind, scritching along the back of his ribcage. “Nohhoohbahahahra cohoohohohme ohohohohon! I wahahahasn’t rehahhahhahdy!”

“What’s that? You weren’t ready? Oh you poor thing!” Nobara cooed at him, nuzzling her face into his stomach and adding an additional tickle factor. “Is the birthday boy too ticklish for his own good? Huh? Is he?”

Yuji let out a wheeze of mirth, trying to step back and out of her range with little success. It was like a dance- no matter where he went, Nobara was attached to him like glue. “Aehahahahhahaah! Nohoho-Nohohohobahahahra, pleahahhahahse! Whahhaait, wahahhait stahhahap-AH!” His back hit the couch, sending them tumbling over it. “Tihiihihme ohohohout, tihihihme ouhuhuht!”

“Oh okay.” Nobara stopped as promised, only to yelp when Yuji suddenly twisted their positions, sending them tumbling to the carpet below. With her trapped under him, he reached out and..

“Boop!” He tapped her gently on the nose before running for the hills, her cries of his name chasing behind him as he ran.

~~~

Time had passed, his body was starting to ache. He’d been running on the track for the past hour and a half with seemingly no end in sight.

“Come on, Itadori- don’t slow down now!” Panda called to him when he passed, cheering him on. Inumaki called out rice ball ingredients, something Yuji assumed was an encouraging statement. He gave them a thumbs up as he went to finish his last lap.

“Uh oh- better run birthday boy!” Panda called out something new in his voice. Yuji’s had enough experience this morning to know what was coming. “She’ll get you if you slow down~”

“Who-AH!” Yuji squawked seeing Maki flying after him, running like a curse with a mission. Flailing, he tried to pick up speed and outrun her- something he normally could do with ease. Maybe he was tired, or maybe he wanted what was to come, but Yuji soon found himself tackled face first into the track, just barely saved from injury.

“Should have ran faster, birthday boy.” Maki growled in his ear. Seconds later, fingers were tickling his armpits, making him flail and squeal. “Now you get to face my wrath!”

“AHHAHAHA! Noohohohot thehehehhehehre! Cooohohohohme ohohooohon, thahahhat’s soohohooho cheehehehap!” Yuji cried through his giggles, kicking his feet and flailing his arms as he tried and failed to block out Maki’s skillful fingers. “Nohooohoht the pihihihihihits!”

“Oo, he’s so ticklish! Look at him, flailing like a toddler!” Panda laughed as he came over, Inumaki by his side. “Come on, Toge- shall we lend a hand?”

“Salmon.” With that simple word, Yuji’s tickles went from one set of hands to three. Inumaki sat on his legs, scribbling into his thighs and the backs of his knees while Panda wormed a fuzzy hand up his shirt, clawing at his lower back and parts of his belly. Maki switched gears, grabbing Yuji’s wrists and pinning them above his head while the boys went to work.

“EHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH! PAHHAHAHNDA! IIHIHIHIHNUMAHHAHHAKI! MAHHHAKI STAHHAHAHAP!” Yuji cried out, cheeks on fire and lungs starting to seize at the seemingly endless tickling. He felt like he was floating away, his soul leaving his body and hovering further up, up, up into the clouds and into the blinding sun.

“Mustard leaf.” Inumaki suddenly spoke up, making the pair pause. Yuji’s soul crash landed right back into his body, making him gasp for air through giggly hiccups.

“Yeah, you're right. Can’t kill him on his birthday- that’d be terrible.” Maki laughed as she ruffled Yuji’s hair, climbing off his back as the others moved away. Soon after a water bottle was placed by his face, one decorated with a panda.

“Thahahank you…” Yuji groaned softly as he took a massive gulp.

~~~

The sun was setting, and Yuji was feeling pretty good. The rest of his day after training with the second years was fairly calm. He spend a good hour just lounging in his room before Gojo busted in announcing they were going out. Soon after he found himself at the local arcade, battling Nobara in air hockey and flexing his dance dance revolution skills on Gojo and Megumi. They even ran into Todo who gave Yuji an oversized Takada shirt. “Only the best for my brother on his special day.” He said it with such pride Yuji couldn’t turn it down- even if he didn’t really know Takada that well.

At the dorms once more, he found himself standing in the common room, a layout of delicious things to eat and a massive cake before him as Gojo and Nobara sang off key happy birthdays. Maki, Panda and Inumaki sounded a bit better- and Yuji suspected Megumi was humming more than actually singing. It was so like him it made Yuji’s heart squeeze.

“What’d you wish for?” Megumi asked later, two slices of cake on their plates as they sat outside on the dorm’s roof, staring up at the stars. Down below, they could hear Panda and Nobara laughing over something, Maki putting away the leftovers from their dinner and Inumaki assisting Gojo in cleaning up. Their antics were like white noise to him; faded and comforting.

“If I tell you that, it won’t come true, will it?” Yuji grinned, snickering when Megumi rolled his eyes. “Thanks for celebrating with me today. I don’t think I’ve had this good of a birthday in a long time.”

“Huh? Wait, seriously?” Megumi sounded a bit shocked, turning to face the other. “What’d you do for all the birthdays before?”

“Stayed at home. Sometimes I went out, but most of the time I just kinda celebrated on my own.” Yuji shrugged as he took another bite of cake, thinking back. “Grandpa would celebrate with me when he could, but when his health caught up with him, he had to be hospitalized. He’d always tell me ‘Birthdays shouldn’t be celebrated with beeping machines and hospital food. Go celebrate with friends.’ I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t have any to celebrate with.”

“Shit..” Megumi looked towards the skyline, unable to find words. Yuji felt a bit bad for dumping that on him so suddenly. “I’m sorry, Yuji.”

“Don’t be- today was great! Besides, those birthdays weren’t bad ones. They were just a bit..lonely, that’s all.” Finishing his cake, he put aside his plate as he leaned back on his hands. “Sorry- I killed the good vibes, didn’t I?”

“...” Megumi looked at him, then he put down his cake, turning to Yuji. “No, you’re fine. But I don’t think you should end the night feeling like this..”

“Huh? WHOA!” Yuji yelped when Megumi pushed him on his back, pinning him. “Should have guessed this was gonna hahahahppen.” Yuji was already laughing before Megumi began tickling, pinching along his hips and making the pink haired boy giggle. “Cahhaharefuuhuhl, I juhuhust ahahahte!”

“Don’t worry- I’ll stop before you feel sick.” Megumi let a rare smile pull on his lips as he carried on gently tickling Yuji, curling his fingers into not so ticklish spots just to keep him smiling. “Can’t have you bummed out on your birthday. It’s bad luck.”

“Ihihihit’s my paahharty, I’ll crihihiihy if I wahhahahan’t to!” Yuji giggled out, barely fighting off Megumi’s hands as they slowly worked up his ribs. “Yohoohohud crhihihiy tohohoho if ihihihit hahahapenened to yohohohoohu!”

“What happened? Oh- wait- that’s a song.” Megumi tsked as he tapped along Yuji’s belly, making him jerk and curl up. “You and your international playlist. I bet you have songs from every part of the world on there, don’t you?”

“Heheheheell yehhahahah! Whahahhanna hehahhar it soohohome tiihihime?”

“Sure. I’ll swing by and we can have a listening session. That’d be nice.” Megumi gently pushed him back as he pinched along the soft spots of Yuji’s skin, earning a squeaky string of laughter in return. “We can invite Nobara- get her in on it. She’ll bring pizza. I’ll get the drinks.”

“Soohoohounds like a plahahhahan! Agehahhhahahaha, ohoohhokay ohohohoaky!” Yuji cried out, catching Megumi’s hands and bringing them away from his stomach. “Thahaht’s enohohough.”

“Got it.” Megumi snorted before releasing Yuji, returning to his spot. With his cake regathered, he nibbled on a bite as he watched his friend curl up and wheeze, breathless with laughter. “You’ve got tickled all day, huh?”

“Yehahah…it was niiihce.” Yuji laughed, bringing himself to sit up. “Really nice. I had alot of fun today.”

“Good. Let’s make it a point to do this every year.” Megumi didn’t look at him when he said it, but Yuji could see how red his ears got, even beneath the dark sky.

“Yeah. Definitely.” Yuji laughed, his voice a bit thick as he fist bumped Megumi’s shoulder.

He was so happy he found them. His little sorcerer family.

Thanks for reading!

[fluffomatic]

Local gang leader tickled to "death" by other gang members, more news at 12.

Seriously the first tickle art I make of Edgar and he's getting wrecked to all hell! Honestly he's probably gonna get a lot of that 😅 He was made for me to torture >:)

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[foot-tickling-fetish]

[coffeedrinkeryeg]

The Pit

Please imagine if you will, a gathering of friends. Tickle friends to be exact. Already a scary scenario. So many tickle enthusiasts in a room, socializing, but you all know, as soon as one person gets poked, a cascading effect will happen and everyone is going to erupt into a ticklish frenzy.

But what if the person who gets poked is... you? What if you're the one who squeaks? Well, what would happen is...

The room falls silent, and a sea of eyes turn to meet you. You're poked again, you jolt to the left, but you bump into someone who squishes your sides in return. After this cycle repeats you start to scrunch up and you begin to collapse to the floor.

The room of people has, on instinct, become a circle, and that circle continues to get smaller with you in its centre. You're poked and prodded and giggling intensely. Soon enough, you can't even squirm away. You wonder why that is, and discover that you have been pinned.

One leg, then both. And before too long, the arms that you've been using to cover up your tummy have been wrenched away from you are being held over your head.

You are now in "The pit"

You've not even a moment to breathe before an uncountable amount of hands swarm over you. No fighting back is possible, every time you try to squirm, it is as if more hands appear out of thin air to hold you down. Your shirt is lifted up and your socks are removed. Your ribs are being drilled into by vibrating fingers, your underarms and neck are being swarmed by soft scritchy scratchy fluttering nails, and some goon has decided to hold your toes back so someone else can attack your taut arches.

Worst of all, you hear the snickers and chatter of your innumerable lers. The "Oh they're so cute!" and the "They LOVE it when you do this!"

Someone raspberries your tummy, and you hear a "Aww! Let me try that!" Which is the worst thing you could've heard. 3 or 4 pairs of lips alternating raspberries and kisses for you, all the while the fingers and nails at every other spot haven't ceased.

Even when you shrimp away and attempt to scramble to your feet to make a break for it, you're intercepted swiftly, and pulled to the ground once again, accompanied by a sly voice going "Tsk tsk tsk. Where do you think you're running off to, cutie?"

It looks like... you're in the pit~ have fun, cutie

[besilentintheticklecloset]

Dumbass🫵

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The "there's a chance for her to just trick you" still exists no matter what do NOT trust her

[city-tickles]

Hi!

Someone asked if I knew where that group tickling video came from. I did some research and found the source

It is a Tickle Room video called “Yoga Girl Gang Tickled” I don’t share TR videos so I can’t get you any more but if you want to see more and buy it, there it is. Hope it helps and hope you enjoy!

[daisylovestickles]

🧞‍♂️

Hi anon!

🧞‍♂️: You're given 3 tickling-related wishes. What do you wish for?

1. To meet more of my mutuals

2. To buy more tools for sessions

3. To have some of my dream lers gang tickle me

[hannahg365]

Game idea?

Anyone remember that game sardines?

1 hider and 2+ seekers.

Whoever finds the hider joins them until there are no longer any seekers

Yeah you know the one

Imagine playing this with 1 lee as the hider and around 5 lers as the seekers.

And going to a massive house/building /forest.

And lers, instead of just hiding with your lee, you tickle the shit out of them trying to get them to make as much noise as possible so they can be found?

And as the poor lee screams, more and more lers hear and join in.

[thebest-medicine]

May I request lee bakugo + bakusquad + midoriya + 92: “Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

Prompt 92 - “Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling from the hall / outside and— oh.”

Explosively Ticklish [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

A/N: Part 1 of a wonderful little series.... Beginning with some gang tickling for my sweet sweet stubborn lee Bakugo ?? <3 1000 kisses for you anon. This one uhhh.. got longer than expected. So it’s under a cut (~850 words) [continued]

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“Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling from the hall and— oh.” He freezes.

Bakugo looks up at him with a searing glare, his entire face red and his eyes scrunched in what almost appears to be …mirthful.

Deku stares, blinks.

Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, and Ashido stare back at him for a beat. Then, they burst into laughter, continuing what they were doing before he interrupted, which appears to be trying to pin Bakugo to the floor.

Midoriya comes back to himself in time to see Kirishima and Sero pinning Bakugo’s hands up high above his head as he screeches at them to ‘fuck off’ to no avail.

“W-what are you doing?” Izuku asks, dumbfounded. “Are you…?”

“This blasty jerk has tickled us for the last time! It’s time we got our revenge!” Mina decrees.

“Shut up!” Bakugo yells in response. “Get off me!” He tugs at his now pinned arms. “—Stupid! Won’t even work!”

Izuku giggles at that, taking a step closer before he even thinks about it. “That’s pretty wishful thinking, Kacchan.” He snickers quietly and leans down.

“Nonono fuck off, nerd!” Katsuki hisses as Deku approaches. Bakugo sputters, barely holding in a laugh when he realizes Mina and Denki each have a leg pinned down and they’re reaching his knees to squeeze and tickle. Deku kneels beside them, smiling with a hint of a blush under his freckles. Two more hands join in - Hanta and Ejirou - poking under his arms. “Fuck you guys! D-Don’t!” He whines, biting his lip.

“Ha! Not ticklish, my ass!” Kirishima cheers, digging in more to try and get a bigger reaction. Katsuki is tense, his eyes squeezing shut now. He holds his breath.

Izuku presses his fingers in a hesitant wiggle against Kacchan’s stomach, which sucks in slightly at the touch.

“Mmmnnnn-” Bakugo grunts, shaking his head as he struggles against his friends and the laughter bubbling in his chest. “Pff-nnnno—”

“Aww, you’ll feel better if you just laugh, Kacchan~.” Deku teases, gaining confidence in both his voice and tickling. His fingers skate across Bakugo’s middle as he jerks minutely side to side.

Bakugo shakes his head vehemently, growling to cover up a stray laugh. “Stop!” It comes out so high pitched and bubbly that it doesn’t sound like Bakugo at all.

“Not yet, big guy.” Sero says, scratching over to Katsuki’s neck, getting a scrunch for his efforts.

“Awww, he’s totally breaking!” Mina asserts, looking over her shoulder. “I’m gonna try his feet!” She leans forward just as Bakugo scrunches his toes. “How bout it, Blasty? Ticklish here?”

“No!” He can only safely respond with one syllable at a time, it seems.

Kaminari follows her lead, leaning down to grab Bakugo’s other foot. They each try to pry back the respective toes of their captive foot — successfully, much to Bakugo’s distress. When two sets of nails start scratching the balls of his feet, Bakugo shouts again. This time, it could almost be called a shriek.

“Come on, don’t worry, you can be ticklish and still be manly.” Kirishima assures his friend with a smirk, tickling more intently under his arm now.

Izuku takes a few moments looking over Kacchan’s body, seeing what the others are doing. They’re close. He smiles softly and positions both of his hands right at the bottoms of Bakugo’s ribs. He squeezes the bones gently, wiggling his fingers.

“HA-noOO! Shahahaddup! Nohoho! Fuhuhuhuck!” Katsuki swears as the ballooning laughter inside of his forces its way out. It’s all too much to hold back. There’s too many of them. They’re doing too many things. It’s too many spots. His brain fuzzes over like he’s taken a few too many loose volts from Dunce Face. He hears mirthful laughter, and realizes a second later it’s coming from him. Though, the others are laughing too, somewhere beyond him, unreachable.

“Ha! Oh my gosh! Your laugh is soooo cute!” Mina cheers, still tickling away. She’s trying to pry her way under his toes.

“Seriously, I can’t believe I was scared of you a few months ago!” Denki chides, tickling over the top of his foot. “Listen to that giggle!”

“Fuhuhuhuhuhu- hahaha k-ha off!” Bakugo wheezes between laughs.

“Seriously, we have to get you back more often.” Sero beams down at him, tickling between his armpits and his upper ribs, which really seem to get him going.

“That’s for sure!” Kirishima smiles, shark-like.

Izuku laughs lightly along with them, tickling random spots along Kacchan’s ribs and stomach. He pokes at his bellybutton and hips a few times, getting plenty of squirming for his efforts. Bakugo shouts empty threats through his laughter, squeaking and embarrassed until his friends finally have pity on him after a while of exacting their revenge. They’ll all pay for this. That for sure. But they’ll enjoy it while it lasts! That’s for sure too!

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[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

I fucking love these old fucks