#tickle event

[nataliedrawz]

An Event Has Arrived

Hello all! This event is here to celebrate reaching 200+ followers! I never expected for so many people to enjoy my content with so many magnificent writer's and artists here, but here we are! My masterlist will be right here! I will be writing x reader fics, tickle fics (ofc) and more, NSFW will NOT be tolerated and will result in you being automatically deleted from my asks box.

You will be given the choice to choose your starter sentences for yourself, I'd like to see what you all come up with. The deadline will be the 1st of January next year, this'll give enough time for you all to request anything of your asking, see you all later!

Also, thank you @duckymcdoorknob for helping me with this, I've never made an event before, so you helped alot, love y'all!

[snugglyticklemonster]

Yaaa we got two spots <3

stubborn as ever, i suppose. he’s clearly breaking, but he still just won’t give up. well, i guess we’ll just have to keep going!

[carrie-tate]

If you're still taking colored re-draws, perhaps the one with lee!Miles where Peter is picking him up in a hug? Always found that one adorable! Your art is so amazing and it's wonderful to see it revisited with your skills!

It's time to go back and do some coloring on an old sketch ✨

And as I understand it, we are talking about this sketch ùwú (I still like the pose in this drawing, I'm proud of myself ✨✨✨)

[bwamatoast]

been seeing a lot of ship/relationship charts going around and got inspired to make my own revolving around tickling! do whatever you please with this, i can definitely fill it out on my own if some of it is confusing <3

[paxcallow]

deserved. he's been through a lot

[toadallytickles]

Outfit I wore to a tickle party~

[lovelynim]

Hey there! Congratulations for the milestone! 😊 can I humbly request for leereader and lerRafayel from l&ds? 🫶🏼 (Maybe sides as spot)

Hello anon!!

Thanks you! Ehehe, I don't get to write the babygirl as a ler often, but I hope this suits your taste!

“Stop. Moving,” Rafayel whined, pouting and pressing the paintbrush a little harder against your side, the cold ink and the soft tips making you shiver and tremble, trying your best to stiff your muscles and hold back your giggles.

You slightly regretted agreeing to this. What were you thinking? Especially when he, of all people, would be the one in charge of such a task… “S-stop mohohoving it so lihihihgtly then!” You groaned, stomping your foot slightly as a crooked smile slowly formed on your lips, making you press your eyes shut and scrunch up your nose. “C-can’t yohohou hurry up?!”

It was hard to tell if he was just being a brat or if he was actually struggling - and it wasn’t like that paintbrush sliding and teasing your sides was making it any easier. “How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t rush art. Tsk, now, hold still, I need to concentrate,” he ordered, a demanding, bossy tone before moving to the brush to that awful spot below your lowest ribs. “You don’t want me to start over, do you?”

[gaybananabread]

Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?

Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas

Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Denki

Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima

Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast… 

A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…

-

The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.

Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually. 

Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…

“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.

-

Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.

Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.

“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…” 

Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?

The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!” 

Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.

“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”

Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.

Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.

“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.

He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.

The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.

“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.

Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.

“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”

Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”

Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.

Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.

Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”

Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”

Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”

While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.

Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.

“Next time, Kami? Watch what’cha steal around Bakubro~”

[mystwrites]

hi congrats on 200 followers!! 🥳

May I request Lee! Megumi and ler! Gojo? (JJK) And the sentence starter shall be 🍉! And the activity 🎮 (video games)

Tysm! And be sure to stay hydrated!!

200 Followers Event is still open! (🍉&🎮 are no longer an option now)

With Nobara and Maki both sick, there was no way they all were going to get together for another training day having all been in close contact the day prior. With Yuji and Inumaki also feeling slightly under the weather and no training or classes, the group all decided to check out a new game they heard of.

“Alright! Last Train Out of Wormtown! Let’s go!” Yuji exclaimed.

“Who’s the worm?” Nobara asked.

“Looks like Inumaki and I are the worms.” Maki said.

“Tuna!” Inumaki added.

“Great! Let’s go!” Megumi concluded, the game in full swing.

The graphics were horrible in Megumi’s opinion. It all looked poorly done but he also thought that the overall idea of gathering coal to get the train up and running, blowing up train cars blocking the tracks and trying to survive against sand worms was intriguing.

After fifteen minutes of playing, the game was actually rather fun. Megumi loved the thrill of nearly getting eaten by the sand worms and having to escape if the worm caught his character. The others also were having fun, laughing whenever they juked Maki or Inumaki in the process.

Absorbed in the game, Megumi didn’t comprehend Gojo who had been doing his rounds and checking in on all the students. One of his biggest mistakes had always been not locking his door ever since Yuji and Nobara began to barge in at random hours.

Megumi flinched, realizing someone had put their hands on his shoulders. Letting out a gasp, he took off his headset and whipped around, met with Gojo’s smiling face. Grumbling, Megumi put his headset back on and turned back to his game.

“Guys…I got a problem.” Megumi said into his headset. “I have a SG (Satoru Gojo) over my shoulder.”

“Who ya talking to, Megumiiii?~” Gojo asked, kneeling to look at the computer screen. “Ooh? You playing with the first and second years?”

Megumi grunted and suddenly jerked, Gojo watching as a sand worm suddenly exploded from the sand on the screen.

“WHOAAA!!” Megumi gasped. “Ohhhhh!!! Inumaki almost got me! ITADORI MOVE YOUR ASS!!!”

Gojo hummed, tapping his chin as he tried to figure out the mechanics of this new video game Megumi was playing. He’s certainly never seen this specific game before and was interested in learning how to play. However, he knew Megumi wouldn’t include him. It wouldn’t hurt to ask though.

“Megumiiii! Teach me how to play this game!!!” Gojo pleaded, shaking Megumi’s shoulders.

“Dude! Go away!” Megumi hissed. “Yeah, sorry guys…Gojo sensei is bothering me again!”

“Meguuuumiiii!~” Gojo sang, poking Megumi’s sides. “I’m gonna tickle you until you acknowledge my request.~”

The boy glared. “Don’t you dare!”

Gojo dared and he poked his student in the center of his tummy. A growl escaped from Megumi as Gojo continued poking him and before they knew it, Megumi had forgotten about the game and was cackling, desperately shoving Gojo away as he fell off of his chair and onto the floor.

“S-stop! Ahahaa!!” Megumi cried, his headset tumbling away from him. “Thihihis is childish! Quit this nonsense!! Ahahahaa!!”

Squeezing the teen’s hips, Megumi shrieked, Gojo cackling as he continued to playfully tickle him. “Just agree to teach me how to play and I’ll stop.~”

Being stubborn, Megumi refused. This only worsened his current situation and caused Gojo to continue tickling the life out of him. Screaming, Megumi finally began to fight back, begging and pleading for Gojo to stop in hopes the others would hear what was happening and come to his aid. No such help came and he finally submitted to the tickling, gasping for air as Gojo finally released him.

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Gojo asked, squeezing Megumi’s sides.

“YES!!” Megumi squealed, laughing harder as Gojo continued to tickle him. “YES!! YES! YEHEHES!! IHIHI’LL TEHEHEACH YOU HOW TO PLAY!! STOHOHOP!!”

With all that said and done, Gojo happily took a seat on Megumi’s chair, ready to learn how to play. Grabbing his headset, Megumi readjusted the mic and began to speak to whoever was still present.

“Sorry about that guys. Gojo wants to learn how to play. Don’t go easy on him, okay?” Megumi said, smirking as Gojo gasped in offense at the comment.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little short, the semester is wrapping up now and I’m doing registration. I’ve also been watching a lot of videos of ppl playing The Last Train Out of Wormtown so that’s where this inspiration came from 😆

[1sickpuppyy]

new brainrot new brainrot new brainrot

imagine being tied face down, no clothing to protect you, and your ler has mentioned feeling sadistic. you’re nervous for whats coming but can generally expect it. probably start with fingers, then work up to more evil tools until either you safeword or they’re done. scary, but you can mentally prepare for it.

then you feel the whisper of a cluster of feathers trickling down your spine, and it’s maybe the one thing you weren’t ready for. you spasm and giggle convulsively, the element of surprise heightening your reactions. it’s not great, but if it’s going to be a sadistic night it shouldn’t last long enough to make it unbearable.

and then they move ever so slightly to the side, targeting that ever-so-sensitive skin where the back and sides meet. then it’s really bad. your reactions are less from shock now and more from the intensity of the sensation, and from the embarrassment of still getting so worked up from tickles so light you didn’t even think to prepare for them. those feelings only get worse as they dust the deathly ticklish skin of your ass, now strong enough to bring out small gasps for mercy and pleas that you can’t take it.

“surely it’s not that bad,” they coo down at you, drinking in your desperation like fine wine, “you’ve let me brush your feet, bruise your ribs, tickle your neck and collarbones until you couldn’t breathe, and you can’t take this? poor helpless puppy, too ticklish for their own good~”

and that, exactly, is one of the worst parts. you have been through worse. you have been tickled harder, with worse tools. and some of those you could even hold yourself still for, or hold out on begging. it’s not the brush that’s doing this, not the electric toothbrush or even that godforsaken dog toy; it’s one of those stupid ticklers, the ones people keep around as jokes. and it’s currently bringing you to the edge of insanity. the way it’s making deliberate trails across your lower back, to your ass, to the backs of your thighs and knees, with the occasional regular feather teasing your paws- you’ve started to realize that this is the sadism on display.

how long can you take it before you beg to be tickled by literally anything else? how long will they make you take it, using the knowledge that knowing you can be broken like this is sooo embarrassing for the poor little pup 🥺

please let it be forever 🥺

[puppyie-innit]

evil idea >w<

ler who softly shushes their lee an uses a sickly sweet tone whenever they make noises, or even talk, ticklin em at a excruciatingly rapid speed when any of it slips out. the ler might use this to their advantage, their touch remainin feather-light, for now..

“hi lil one! yur jus the cutest little thing in the whole wide world! so adorable an tickliiissshh.~” *leanin down to try an hear the lee’s response* “hm, silence. that means you agree with me!!”

*a squeck an a defiant “NU” escapes the lee, then their eyes widen- realizin that the ler has tricked em*

“uh oh.~ somebody spoke and made a noise, you know what that means… don’t you~?”

[snugglyticklemonster]

Get him!

reggie is withholding information… again…

[carrie-tate]

What a fun idea! If you're still doing the sketch re-draws, how about either this one or the big panel in this one? (it's funny, I actually didn't even realize the pjo one was a sketch from an ask that I sent lol)

Your art just keeps getting better and better 👏❤️

Yes, I'm still doing these sketches! And choosing between these two...

The one with Hobie and Gwen definitely wins ✨

And thanks, I am always trying my best úwù

[anzynai]

if the event is still taking reqs .... very self indulgent (i hope thats okay aaa) but can i ask like one with jamil or azul giving affection to a reader where they cant stop blushing and tries to hide their face they start giving tks to them and being teasy abt it ajhxk (with ahm tum and neck tks/kisses sjhdjs thank u nd have a good day/night)

hiii thanks for the request!! it was super cute :)) hope jamil isnt too ooc… ahhh… anyways, enjoy!

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“Stop,” you whined, covering your face. jamil was relentless— you had no idea he could give you that many compliments in one sitting.

“what? it’s adorable to see you like this,” jamil said, voice smug. your face felt hot and you know jamil could tell how flustered you were. but you couldn’t help it!

“jamil, please..” you cried, resisting when he tried to pry your hands from your face.

“can’t i see you?” he asked, amusement in his features. peeking through your fingers, you could catch the look of fondness in his gaze snd you looked away, already feeling much more affected by his.. charm.

“no.” was your response as you kept your hands on your face, prepared to not let him see it.

you hadn’t calculated the possibility of him kissing you over your hands. you tensed, shocked, but he continued to pepper your hands in kisses. moving to the side, his lips met your neck and you let out a giggle. it was muffled from your hands, but jamil heard it nonetheless.

jamil paused for a moment and when you felt him smile against your neck, you knew you were in trouble.

“w-wait, jahahamil!” you giggled and scrunched your neck. he continued kissing and nibbling your neck, but only when he started lightly scratching your stomach was when you finally put your hands down.

“there it is,” he pulled away for a second, voice somewhat mumbled. “you’re so cute, flustered all because of me..”

ahhhhhh. are you dying? it kinda feels like you’re dying.

“nohoho! jahahamil!” you laughed and squealed, pushinf away at him. he only smiled, tickling you skillfully.

“you are so ticklish, aren’t you?” jamil muttered, slyly. yep, definitely dead.

[squealing-santa]

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[giggly-squiggily]

Heyaaa!! Since candy hearts is open I’d like to request somethingg

Lee Megumi and Ler Gojo with the sentence starter 🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

I just need something with these two, they have such a father and son dynamic that I love so much <33

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Heyo! :D Oo, Gojo and Megumi! I also love their dynamic kjakjjkerjkaerj I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Megumi.” Gojo sounded..strangely serious. Megumi looked back at him, not liking the solemn expression he wore. “There’s something I need to know.”

There was a pause. Then…

“When’s the last time you smiled?”

Megumi all but groaned at the question, physically rolling his eyes so hard he leaned back. “Gojo-”

“I’m serious! I haven’t seen it in so long- I-I-” The older man sniffled, putting on an over the top frown with shiny eyes. “I miss my baby!”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” Megumi shoved him lightly, breaking Gojo’s character entirely as the older man laughed. “I smile when I feel like it. And I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Hmm, I see. You’ve got troubles, huh? Come on, talk to me.” Gojo opened his arms up invitingly, waggling his brows over his sunglasses. “Or do you want a hug? I give good ones.”

“No thanks, I don’t want to talk or hug.” Megumi backed up when Gojo stepped closer, grinning. “Gojo…”

“Megumi…” He taunted back, taking another daring step as Megumi backed up more. Seconds later, he was chasing him around the practice mats, laughing as Megumi scrambled to stay on his feet. “Come here, Megumi!”

“Stay awhahay-AH!” Megumi yelped when his foot caught the edge of a mat, tumbling into it with a low groan. For a brief moment, Gojo wondered if he got hurt.

But then Megumi was scrambling to get back up and he decided the kid was fine. In a matter of moments, he had him trapped on his back, digging into his ribs. “Ghoohoohooohojohohoohohohoho!”

“Look at that- smiling like the sun! Oh how I missed it!” Gojo cooed down at him, laughing alongside the teen as Megumi thashed and giggled beneath him. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you laughing so much- it’s been so long!”

“Nohohooh, yoohohohou’re juhuhuuhust ohoohohohld!” Megumi argued, all but squealing in mirth when Megumi attacked his armpits. “Geahhahahah, nohohooohohoho!”

“Old, eh? You’re probably right. Say- I already forgot what your smile looked like.” Gojo winked as he carried on tickling, voice nearly lost beneath Megumi’s cackling fits. “Looks like we’re gonna keep going until I remember for good!”