#bnha tickles

[featherstreams]

Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari see a fun ticklish trick online and decide to try it out on Bakugou. He could use a smile after all! (Based on this video, can't find the original)

Lers: Kirishima, Kaminari

Lee: Bakugou

Word Count: 1,104

Warnings!: Cursing (it's Bakugou sooo)

Notes: Presentingggg... My first published tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing this!! This scenario has been stuck in my head for months😅 I hope you enjoy!!💚

~ Part Two ~

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"This is stupid."

"Come on, Bakubro! I know you'll love it!" Kirishima replied enthusiastically to Bakugou's disgruntled words.

"The fuck do you mean I'll love it? I'm not letting you stick some dumb piece of wood... Where do you even want to put it?"

Kirishima had to wack Kaminari, who was standing dutifully beside him, to stop him from saying whatever dumb comeback he knew the electric hero was planning. If they wanted this to work, they needed Bakugou not to explode Kaminari first.

The two friends had seen the idea on TikTok the other day and both immediately wanted to try it out. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they wanted Bakugou to be their victim. All they needed to do was convince the angry blonde to let them get through the first step of this.

"It goes through the arms of your shirt," Kaminari said with a grin, holding up the broomstick pole they'd found around back near the trash, since it was missing the actual broom part on one end. It was perfect for their plan. "It's this strength test we found online. The way the pole holds your arms makes it really hard to break it!"

"Only a few skilled people have managed to do it!" Kirishima cut in with a shark toothed grin. "We thought you could do it too! Unless you aren't up for the challenge?"

And just like Kirishima expected, that hooked the interest of their hotheaded friend, and he knew Bakugou was on board.

"Hah?!" Bakugou boomed, palms flickering. "Of course I'm up for your shitty challenge! Do it!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared knowing grins. Kaminari passed the pole to Kirishima, who stepped forward to his other blond friend.

“Awesome man! You just gotta raise your arms so I can put this through. Straight up, there you go, like that!" He grinned and stepped around to push the pole through the sleeve of Bakugou's raised right arm. With a bit of maneuvering, it slid all the way through to the other side, slightly visible through the opposite sleeve. Bakugou stood there now, t-posed, looking his new position over with a calculated, slightly disgruntled expression.

"Perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima stepped back. "Can you move?"

Bakugou shifted on his feet, flexing his hands. He pulled, his arms visibly bulging against the sleeves, but they didn't move. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

"Damn it!" He growled, jerking his shoulders and twisting his arms.

"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Are you stuck?"

"I'm not fucking stuck!" Bakugou yelled, glaring at his arms. "I just gotta - Get the right angle, and-" he grunted, but still nothing.

"Hmm... I think he might be stuck. What do you think, Kirishima?" Kaminari asked, turning to his friend.

"I think he's stuck, Kaminari," Kirishima agreed, his tone exaggerated and cheery. Bakugou had frozen now, squinting at the two boys, who's tones had taken on a... suspicious note.

"Hmm... Maybe we should help him, then. What do you think?" Kaminari asked Kirishima again, who couldn't help but grin back.

"I think we should! After all, we can't just leave him like that, right? Who knows what some people might do while... he's in a position like that," Kirishima purred, now looking at the explosive hero.

"Touch me and die." Bakugou growled, expression the normal shade of angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, however, giving away his nerves. Kirishima merely smirked. A glance showed that Denki was doing the same.

Bakugou bolted.

Or, well... He tried. He didn't get very far due to the awkward upper body position and the fact that he'd worn socks on floors made for anything but. He skidded his way across the common room, running for the dorm area and the elevator- not that he knew what he'd do if he even made it- but an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him to an abrupt stop. He was caught. And then there were hands pinching up his sides, and Bakugou broke into immediate snickers.

"Stop- Kirishima, lehehet me g-go you- nahahaha!!" He tried to pull his arms to his sides to protect himself, but he was stuck fast, his elbows only managing a few inches towards the ground before being stopped by that blasted piece of wood in his sleeves.

The arm around his waist, Kirishima's arm, disappeared, but Bakugou couldn't run, legs too shaky from the ticklish attack. Kaminari had joined in now, and the two successfully tickled their victim to the floor.

Kirishima and Kaminari got the explosion boy on his back, and the redhead dutifully straddled him. Kaminari found a nice place behind him near Bakugou's kicking legs. Bakugou threw his head back against the floor, laughter overtaking him despite his obvious attempts to hold it back. This position was so vulnerable, and with Kirishima pinching along his ribs like that, and Kaminari now squeezing his thighs, oh god fuck-

"STAHAHAHA-! I'LL KILL YOUHUHU WHEN I GEHET OUT OF THIS YOU- NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK!!"

"Wow, someone's looking a little ticklish," Kirishima teased, dancing his fingers in the spaces between Bakugou's ribs. This earned him a yelp and more laughter, bringing contagious giggles to the lips of the readhead as a result. Then Bakugou was snorting, his squirming picking up as Kaminari let out a giggle behind him.

"Kiri, look! I found a snort button!" Kaminari exclaimed. He gave Bakugou's upper thighs a few more firm squeezes, and Kiri was delighted when Bakugou once again delved into snorting laughter, head thrown back and nose scrutched in the most adorable way.

"Awww, how cute!" Kirishima cooed.

"IHIHIM NOT CUTE YOU LITTLE- NAAAHAHA NONONONOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" Bakugou squealed when Kirishima's devious fingers found his unprotected death spot between his ribs and his underarms, throwing him into shrieking laughter. The occasional snort broke through thanks to Kaminari's tickle work, earning fond smiles from both of his assailants each time.

This lasted for quite a few minutes, only interrupted at last after Kaminari got a flailing knee to the chin after activating his tickle shocks into the sensitive skin of Bakugou’s thighs.

"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked, looking over his shoulder with concern as Bakugou caught his breath underneath him, finally granted reprive.

"Fine, fine- ouch. Jeez, Bakugou, you pack a mean kick," Denki replied, massaging his jaw.

"Wehell, that's what you get for tickling me, dunce face!!" Bakugou snapped back, still breathless. "Get off of me shitty hair!! And get this fucking thing out of my shirt already! I've fucking got splinters from this stupid piece of wood."

"You're awfully bossy for someone in your position," Kirishima replied, raising a brow at the demands. "I don't think we've tickled him out quite yet, Kamibro."

"Apparently not! And anyways, I need a bit of revenge now that you've kicked me like that..." Kaminari said from behind, the smirk evident in his voice.

"What? You fuckers, touch me again and I'll kill yOU- NAHAHAHA WAHAIT NO NONO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! NOHOHOHAHAHA!!"

"Tickle tickle, Bakugou~"

Suffice to say, it was a good, long while before Bakugou was released from the two boys' tickly clutches, panting, red faced, and indeed finding splinters in his skin when the wood staff was finally removed from his shirt. The pair was both were well aware that they would be dying later on once their blond friend had regained his strength, but until then, at least they knew the trick had been a success.

[rachi-roo]

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My Hero Academia: Phantom Tickles!

The poll has spoken, poor Bakugo. xD

Summary: Bakugo tries to take on a villain solo, Dynamite can do this alone! He soon discovers that this task might be a little tricky for one ticklish guy to tackle. Lee Bakugo, Ler villain

Tw: Swearing

07/02/23

Update (26/02/23): Just thought I'd add the details of my villain oc here, since some of you have be asking!

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"Oi! Stop running, bastard!" A familiar sound echoed through the back alleys of the city, Bakugos harsh, aggressive tone broke through the air as he was in pursuit of a crook who'd been spotted stealing people's purses earlier that day. Now that Bakugo was on the case, he was done for. "I said stop, damn it!"

The villain in question was a boy, a few years older than Bakugo, short in stature but nimble on his feet, ducking and darting around the narrow back alleys of the city streets. He turned, sticking his tongue out patronising the hot-headed hero before sprinting out of sight, earning an enraged growl in response.

Bakugo rounded the corner. The villain in his sights. Aim. Fire! He shot himself forward with a few powerful blasts, tackling the culprit to the ground quickly. "Hah! Not so smug now are ya, stupid?" He jeered, pinning one of the boys arms behind his back, keeping him in place.

"Oh noooo, looks like I'm in a spot of trouble here," The other sang in a sarcastic tone, leering over his shoulder at Bakugo. "Damn right you are, this ain't a good time for you to be smilin'." He retorted, pulling the boy to his feet.

"You're right, this is certainly no laughing matter. Oh me, oh my, whatever will I do?" With his free hand, the boy started tracing small circles in the air with a finger, small white lines following the pattern like a sparkler.

"The fuck are you- Hah!" Bakugo hunched over, one hand hugging his stomach as the other kept hold of the boy's wrist. What was that? It felt like, a finger, on his stomach but, there was no way- He shook it off, grumbling as he started to drag the boy back towards the main street.

Once again, the boy raised a hand, this time making a clawing gesture at the air as he grinned. Bakugos knees turned to jelly for a second, making him stumble and lean on the wall of the alleyway as he let out a random, short rush of laughter. "PffAHA!.... What-?" He looked around, bewildered by what just happened.

"What the matter, hero? I thought you said this was no time for smiling." The crook teased, raising a snarky brow at the ash blonde. That's when it clicked. It must be the teen's quirk, it's making him laugh. Bakugo cringed, remembering his encounter with that Mr Smiley.

"You-" Bakugo seethed, gritting his teeth as he roughly pulled both the boy's arms back, marching him further down the dingy walkway. "You'd better cut that out or you'll be s-! S-Sssaha!" He bit his lip, trying to stifle his giggling as he felt a set of ghost hands poking at his tummy in random patterns.

This was getting silly, and embarrassing. Bakugos walk became wobbly, drunken-like as he tried to keep his composure. He could see the boy side-eyeing him with a smile. "I don't see what's so funny, hero." He mocked, starting to twiddle his thumbs. Bakugo suddenly stuck his backside out, trying to lean away from the grip he felt on his hips, the feeling of soft thumbs pressing into the sensitive bone, letting out a shriek.

"Damn it! Stahap!" His grip loosened on his prisoner's wrists, allowing a split second for him to yank his hands free, taking a couple of large steps away from the giggling hero before turning back, looking at the big strong blonde as he started to loose his cool.

"Fuck! Listen here asshole!" Bakugo steamed, explosions firing from his clawed fists. "You're going to jail today whether you like it or n-Ahaha!" Another tickling sensation worked its way up Bakugos inner thighs, making his knees buckle beneath him.

"Poor hero, who would have thought that a few tickles would, quite literally, bring you to your knees." Pinching gestures made by the villain caused Bakugo to snort as he squeezed his thighs together, trying to block the unstoppable attack.

"Stahahap! I-I mehehean ihit!" Threats shrouded in giggling aren't very effective. The villain crouched by Bakugos side, chuckling as he watched him writhe. "Tickle, tickle, tickle~ C'mon hero, do something!" He teased, cupping his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm, sending it straight to Bakugos belly.

"AAAAH! Nononono! Nahahaha!" The blonde's head snapped back as he hugged his stomach, howling with laughter. "I'll kihill you! I'll kill you dead! FAHAHACK!" His legs kicked and spasmed, flailing helplessly as the attack moved to his feet. A scratching sensation made his arches tingle.

"Aawww, he's got tickly little feets. What about if we creep back on uuuup~" Singing again, the villain made his fingers walk in the air, Bakugo felt each step make it way up his thighs, over his tummy and towards the top of his ribs.

"No! Nonononono! Stop! DON'T!" He tried brushing off each step with panicked hands before quickly attempting to grab the villains. Too slow.

"Coochie, coochie, cooo~"

"NO-!" Then it hit, the awful, maddening sensation of tickling on his most lethal spot. Below the underarms, and above the ribs. "NAAAAHAHAHA! N-NOHO! SHIHIHIT!" He clamped his elbows to his sides, still trying to stop the tickling, to no avail.

"OH GOD- YOU'RE DEA-AHA!" His threats became nothing but a jumble of mismatched sounds, a snort acting as a punctuation in the endless stream of laughter.

"That's not very heroic of you, mind you, I am about to kill you with tickles. God my quirk is so fun. My victims say they can feel the tickling much worse than physical tickling." He grinned, not even sure if Bakugo was listening through his hysterics. "They say they feel it right down the bone. Like their brain is being tickled directly. Is that how it feels, Dynamite? Does it tickle that bad?" This villain was the worst.

Bakugo nodded, his face was red hot with blush, unable to respond verbally any more as his eyes filled with tears of mirth, dampening the edges of his eye mask. He arched his back, pressing his head into the ground as he wailed with laughter, the sound echoed down every street nearby.

"Aww, good. I like seeing you students smile. Although we're on different teams, I know you have it tough." He smiled, playfully wriggling his fingers in the air over Bakugos flailing body, a million little spider tickles tiptoed up and down his tummy, the hysterics dying down to breathy giggling. "Stahap! You're soho dead when I catch you! Hahaha!"

"Oop, rude. Back up we go~"

"NO! NONONO WAIT! AHAHA-!"

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He wasn't sure how long the tickling had lasted, but the villain was gone. He had turned Bakugos mask around, blocking his vision before he bolted, leaving the hero in a sweaty heap on the ground, still giggling as he hugged himself. "Damn.... H-Hehe's so gonna.... hah.... regret that...."

Despite having his dignity stripped from him for the time being, Bakugo was looking forward to finding the villain again. He wanted to catch him, bring him to justice! Obviously. No other reason.

[creative-kny-fics]

I'm not only in the KNY / Demon Slayer fandom...

Wii! (Someone save Kirishima pls)

[tricks-tickles]

Poke, Pinch

honestly i had no idea what i was doing for the title so i just titled it what it was in google docs (shrug)

thank you to -anonymous- for the request =]

word count: 2496

pairing: Lee!Todoroki/Ler!Midoriya

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It started with a poke.

After the sports festival, Midoriya and Todoroki had become tentatively closer, bordering on friends, in Todoroki's opinion. They didn’t hang out, per se, but they sat together at lunch and were an efficient team in Heroics. They got on surprisingly well, with Midoriya rambling on about heroes, or their school work, or whatever else was on his mind, and Todoroki listening attentively. Well, usually he was listening, but sometimes Midoriya would start to mumble and Todoroki’s attention would drift away from him, and onto whatever was gnawing at the back of his mind.

Today was particularly bad for this. Todoroki was preoccupied with the upcoming final exams, and it seemed Midoriya was affected too, his muttering taking on a more harried tone than usual. In fact, Todoroki didn’t even realize that he’d zoned out until a poke to his side drew him back. A completely innocent motion that, for reasons unbeknownst to Todoroki, sent a spark of electricity up his side, making him jump and flinch away. Midoriya blinked at him, hand still raised.

“Are you alright?” He asked, more bemused than concerned. 

“I’m… fine, sorry for zoning out. What were you saying?” He replied. Midoriya squinted at him, before launching back into the conversation.

It didn’t end there.

Heroics was an incredibly varied class. One week they’d be doing rescue simulations in the fake city of Ground Beta, then attempting stealth in the sprawling tunnels of Ground Gamma, or fighting robots with one hand tied behind their backs in the main gym. Each lesson was a new challenge, designed to prepare them for the eclectic life of a hero.

Today, they were put into pairs and given a small (fake) flash drive. The aim was to last five minutes in a fight, until their ‘backup’ arrived, without having the drive stolen by the other person. Todoroki had the good luck of being paired with Midoriya, who went first. He stashed the flash drive in one of the pockets of their P.E. uniforms, then fought on the defensive while Todoroki tried to pin him down to get the drive. Unfortunately, Midoriya was very slippery, and each time Todoroki managed to get him down he would twist so the drive was out of reach, forcing Todoroki to let him back up to try again. Eventually, just as Aizawa called out that there were 10 seconds remaining, he managed to unzip Midoriya’s pocket and finally retrieve the drive, which miraculously was still in one piece. 

Midoriya grinned, panting as he wiped his brow. “I almost had you.”

“Sure,” Todoroki said, clenching the drive in his hand. He’d seen how much trouble Midoriya had keeping his pockets away from Todoroki and decided to just hold on to the device until time was up. Aizawa gave them the go-ahead, and they went back into it. 

It was a tense few minutes. Midoriya kept his focus on Todoroki’s left hand while using his quirk to dodge the streams of ice bursting from his right one, always keeping right on his tail until there were 30 seconds remaining. Midoriya managed to pin him on his stomach and at this point he abandoned all strategy, solely focusing on keeping his hand tucked under him, far from Midoriya’s reach. Then, he felt something. A gentle pinch to his side, right under his ribs, made him gasp as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. Midoriya pinched him again, and this time his arm jolted to push him away. Each pinch caused his nerves to light up with alien sensations. Was this some weird aspect of Midoriya’s quirk he hadn’t noticed before? Either way, without realizing his hand had drifted into Midoriya’s reach, which he grabbed, prying Todoroki's fingers up and retrieving the drive in the last second. 

So, a draw, and a new weakness that Midoriya had discovered in him. Thankfully, it seemed to be limited to him only. 

Todoroki did not notice Yaoyorozu watching him curiously, from her own mat next to them.

Sometimes the exercises they did were team-building, but more often than not they were pitted against each other. Today in Heroics, they were to complete a sort of obstacle course, disguised as a sort of storage room in a warehouse. The class was put into ten pairs, where they would compete within each pair to see who could complete the course in the fastest time, by flipping a leaver at the end of the massive room. The course was split into five lanes, meaning half of the class would do the course, then the other half. Easy. The groups were random, with pairings like Uruaka with Aoyama, Midoriya with Bakugo (unlucky), and Todoroki with Yaoyorozu. 

There were no quirks allowed, which put them at roughly the same level, but Todoroki was confident in his ability to win the competition. They took their starting positions, then held still as they waited for Aizawa to give the word.

“Ready…” He drawled, 

“Set…” Todoroki tensed,

“Go.”

There was a flurry of movement, then the rest of his classmates vanished as they entered their lane. Todoroki took off, vaulting over a series of crates as they entered the thick of the course. Sliding under beams, climbing over debris, and swinging over massive pits. Todoroki internally scoffed, they hadn’t put much effort into making it seem like a realistic warehouse.

Throughout the race, Yaoyorozu had kept with him, till they were neck and neck at the finish. A great wall, with bump-outs to climb to the top (and a not-so-subtle mat at the bottom in case they fell). They both hit the wall at the same time, scaling to the top. Todoroki took the lead but soon realized that the wall didn’t go quite to the leaver. There was a gap, taller than him, but he likely could reach it if he stretched for it. So then it would be a case of winning through speed and height. He and Yaoyorozu were similar in height, but she had an inch or so on him which would mean a lot in this last task where the odds were so close. Balancing carefully on the last bump-outs (conspicuously larger than the rest so they could be stood on), he stretched up to reach the leaver. His fingers brushed the base of it. He sighed and stood as tall as he could, Yaoyorozu joining him only a foot or so away at her own leaver, but his focus was on reaching it. 

As she reached the last few bump-outs, she looked up, seeing Todoroki struggling to reach the leaver. Since he was only a little shorter than her, Yaoyorozu realized she likely wouldn’t make it in time. As she pulled herself up onto the platform, she ran over his weaknesses in her head, until she landed on one. Just an idea, something she’d seen a week or so ago. Carefully, she stretched up with one hand, and with the other reached across the gap between them to scribble her nails over his ribs. The results were immediate, and just what she needed. He doubled over, arms flying down to protect his ribs. She reached over a little more, wiggling her fingers against his stomach. Amazingly, he actually let out a short laugh, before stumbling backwards, and straight off of the platform, falling onto the mat below. She reached up again, standing on the very tips of her toes, and finally latched onto the leaver, yanking it down. The lights in their lane of the course flashed green, and she jumped down to meet him on the mat, offering Todoroki her hand.

Todoroki was ready to lie on the mat forever, wallowing over the fact that he just walked off the platform, but he accepted Yaoyorozu’s hand anyway. She gave him an apologetic smile. 

“I did what I had to,” She said sheepishly, “But sorry for tickling you, that was quite unprofessional.”

“It’s alright.” He said, but inside he was reeling. Tickling? Was that what those feelings were? He knew about tickling as an abstract concept but hadn’t realized that that was what was happening. He was ticklish. Suddenly, Todoroki felt the need to do some investigating. 

The next day, Midoriya had invited him over to do some last-minute studying for the exams, seeing as they were only next week. He arrived at 12:55 pm and knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman, presumably Midoriya’s mother, who greeted him with a kind smile.

“Todoroki-kun! You’re early.”

“Oh. Sorry, Midoriya-san.” He said, bowing slightly. She waved his apologies away, inviting him inside. 

“It’s been quite a while since Izuku’s had a friend over, I’m just happy that U.A. has given him so many new opportunities.” She said, leading him into their living room where Midoriya was standing next to the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and beamed when he saw Todoroki. 

“You’re early,” He chastised, “You weren’t supposed to be here till 1:30!” Oops. Todoroki had remembered the time to be there as one o'clock, but he supposed it was better to be early than late.

They set up in Midoriya’s room, spreading out various books and laptops on his bed and the floor to revise for their exams. Midoriya’s mother brought in some snacks, and they spent a few hours working on their English, Japanese and Fundamental Heroics.

At 3 pm, Midoriya closed his laptop dramatically, 

“If I have to read another word in romaji, I’m going to drop dead on the spot.” He announced. They agreed to take a break, Midoriya going to the bathroom, and Todoroki helping himself to some rice crackers. 

When Midoriya came back, he cleared some of the books off the bed and sat down next to Todoroki.

“So… what did you think of training yesterday? Kacchan and I pulled the leaver at pretty much the same time and he ended up almost fighting Aizawa over who won, it was so awkward. I’ll bet you and Yaoyorozu got on a lot better.”

Todoroki hummed. “We also were very close, but she ended up knocking me off of the platform.” 

Midoriya laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from her! How’d she manage it?” He asked.

Todoroki felt his face heat up, slightly.

“She, um, tickled me.” He said quickly, staring at his hands.

This made Midoriya laugh even louder. “Reheally? That’s pretty underhanded of her.” 

“She apologized. I’m not sure how she knew I was… ticklish when I didn’t.”

“Wait, you didn’t know? What did you think happened when I pinched you during training last week?” 

Todoroki shrugged, fidgeting. “I don’t know, I’d never been tickled before.”

Midoriya frowned, then made a noise of understanding.

“I guess that makes sense, with your family.” He said.

Todoroki felt a sort of tension settle over the room, and tried to figure out how to break it. 

“You know,” He started, “I don’t even know where I’m ticklish…” He trailed off, unsure if Midoriya would get the bait and unsure of what he was even trying to do. 

Midoriya perked up. “Well… I could help you find out?” 

Todoroki flushed.

“I- I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t mind.” He stammered, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed as he fought to avoid Midoriya’s eyes.

“Sure!” Midoriya said brightly, “Lie down.”

Now feeling suddenly nervous, Todoroki shifted until he was lying on Midoriya’s bed, head resting on his pillows.

“Now…” Midoriya settled next to him, his tone shifting into something more playful, “I already know you’re ticklish on your sides-” He punctuated this by gently wiggling his fingers against Todoroki’s sides, making him gasp, and twitch at the strange sensations. “-but what about your ribs?” He asked, his hands sliding up to gently scratch at the bones. This made Todoroki jerk towards his hands, his breathing going funny. 

“This- ah, this feels weheird.” 

“Hmm, I think you mean ticklish,” Midoriya said, drawing circles on Todoroki’s ribs while he thought about the next spot.

“How about I try your stomach?” He asked, smiling playfully.

“Sure,” Todoroki replied, feeling his face burn. He thought about using his quirk to cool himself down but didn’t trust himself not to freeze Midoriya’s sheets in his flustered state. Midoriya’s hands crawled slowly towards his stomach, and the feeling of anticipation made butterflies dance in his stomach.

“Midoriya!” He said.

“What?” Midoriya replied, his hands freezing in place.

“Just- hurry up,” He huffed, trying not to fidget.

“Oh!” Midoriya said. Then, “Glady.” He dove his fingers against Todoroki’s stomach, wiggling them lightly.

That caused a reaction. A startled laugh worked its way up Todoroki’s throat, and his hands flew up to stifle it, as those electric touches made him want both squirm away and move closer. 

“How does that feel?” Midoriya asked, half teasing, half sincere.

“Tihihicklhllihihish!” He cried, his giggles breaking through his hands. 

Midoriya beamed, scratching a little harder and fully grinning when Todoroki began to squirm, one hand fisting into his sheets and the other clamped over his lips to no avail as he laughed freely.

“Plehehehase!” His laugh was cute, surprisingly high-pitched, and a little desperate. Midoriya fought the urge not to ‘aww’ out loud.

“Please what?” Midoriya asked.

“Ihi dohon’t knohohow!”

Midoriya shot him a bemused look. “If you don’t know then why are you asking?”

He let his hands crawl around, grinning when Todoroki started to thrash as they floated over to his hips.

“Hmm,” Midoirya said, “I wonder if-” 

He jerked his hands down, squeezing Todoroki’s hips and laughing at the shout of laughter that escaped him. Todoroki bucked his hips, kicking his feet as the hand that had been feebly covering his mouth came up to cover his eyes.

“Ihihit’s sohoho bahahad!” He cried, “Mihihdorihiyaha, nohohoho!”

Usually, Midoriya was a merciful person, but today he felt like being a little cruel. He pushed Todoroki’s shirt up with one hand and then latched back onto his hips. Despite not knowing what was about to happen, Todoroki’s laughter became desperate as Midoriya leaned down, his lips touching Todoroki’s stomach. Then, he blew as hard as he could, drilling his thumbs into Todoroki’s hips. The effects were instantaneous. He squealed, his hands shooting down to push at Midoriya’s head as he squirmed uselessly underneath him.

“STOHOHOP! STOPSTOPSTOP PLEHEHEAHASE, IHIHIT’S TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”

Finally, Midoriya leaned back, watching him with a satisfied grin.

Todoroki was panting, his cheeks flushed as he watched Midoriya through teary eyes. He pulled down his shirt, still giggling, and sat up.

“Thahat- that wahas, um, a lot.” He said.

Midoriya frowned, “Sorry if I got carried away, I’m just not used to seeing you smile or hearing you laugh.”

“It’s okay,” Todoroki replied, “I… didn’t mind. And I might not mind doing it again,” He trailed off into a mumble as he avoided Midoriya’s bright smile.

“Okay!” He said happily, “We can hang out as much as you like!”

Maybe, Todoroki thought, this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad.

[tickling-giggles]

Can you do a lee!Mr compress with a ler!toga and twice?

Good vibes only

Summary: toga and twice invite Compress to play super smash bros with them, but everyone in the LOV knows that you should and will be in a good mood around toga. One way or another it’s good vibes only around toga, plus twice also wants his friends to be happy (I adore twice he so sweet 🤭)

A/N: YOU GUYS IM FINALLY OUT OF SCHOOLLLLLLL until August 10🥲…. BUT I HAVE SOOOOOI MUCH FREE TIME ON MY HANDS UNTIL THEN SO YK WHAT THAT MEANSSSSSSS MORE FICS/HCS WILL GET PUBLISHEDDDDD

Also the bold bits in twices line are you know his “other half” speaking.

Lee: Compress

Ler: Toga and Twice

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Compress had uh…well… not so good day. Actually it maybe one of the shittiest days of his life. He’s had numerous unlucky bad days but none of the compare to today. It just started awful from when he burnt it breakfast and everything after that was just terrible. All he wanted to do now was just relax to take his mind off of all of the horrible stuff that occurred.

“Aww thats so rude I was just about to be 1st, I’m the winner” Twice whined. “That’s the same person who hit me with a squid” Toga agreed complaining aswell.

“Oh hey press what’s wrong? Did something happen? Let me beat them to a pulp”Twice greeted him questioning him as he cracked his knuckles. “Yeah press what’s wrong?” Toga turned around seeing how upset he looked.

“It was not a…good day is all” compress sighed trying not to think of it. “Do you wanna play Mario kart with us?” Toga asked as she picked up an extra controller handing it to him. “You’ll probably feel better, I’m getting 1st place again” Twice chimed in. “Y-yeah thanks you two” Compress half-heartily smiled grabbing the controller.

“I call dibs on princess peach” Toga smiled claiming her character. “I call dibs on Waluigi” Twice followed up also claiming his character. “Hmmmmmm I’ll take Kamek” He also claimed his character. “Which one should we play on?” Toga asked. “How about 150cc” compress suggested, plus that was his go to anyways. “Sure you guys are gonna lose anyways, I’ll kick both of your asses blindfolded” twice teased.

“Didn’t you lose last time according to my memory?” Toga smirked. “Um NO I was in 1st place and you know it!” twice folded his arms, looking away from her. Compress couldn’t help but chuckle at there antics.

Just as the race started, compress was in 1st with toga in 3rd and twice in 9th. “Woah press didn’t know you were good at Mario Kart”

“Well I have been playing with shiggy”compress half heartedly giggled. “What shiggy plays games other than animal crossing?!” Toga laughed. “Yeah I know I was surprised when we asked me to play Mario kart” Compress scoffed.

“I WAS SOOO close” twice whined. “ 2nd is the best aka me how’d you get in 8th place ” toga giggled. “You really are good press” toga smiled before she quickly stopped interrogating him “compress? is that a frown?”

“No nope it’s and upside down smile” he lied badly. But was toga or twice gonna point it out? Nope she has an plan in mind. “D-do you wanna play another round we can play 200cc this time” compress stuttered as he insisted another round not wanting toga nor twice to be upset.

“Hmm fine 1 more round” she squinted her eyes at him. When compress looked away sighing in relief he hadn’t payed attention to the code she’d given twice. (Yes they got this little code thing that only the two of them can understand😭😭).

Once again compress taking the lead in first place with Toga in 2nd and Twice in 3rd they were all neck and neck before he felt a jab to the side.

“Hn!!” Compress yelped, jerking away from the ticklish touch. He looked a twice to see him with both of his hands occupied by his controller. He just ignored it and glued his eyes back into the screen.

I got a banana pEEL” Compress squeaked, clenching his controller he looked over at toga who totally didn’t pinch his hip. Once again compress suspected nothing yet before looking right back at the screen.

This trend kept on happening. Were twice and toga take turns poking compress in the side, swiping a finger across his foot, or a light scratch on the back of his neck. All until “guhuys knock it ohoff this is chehEating” He giggled.

“What are you talking about and why are you so giggly” toga smirked full aware of the situation. “I wonder what’s so funny, He’s giggling his life away” Twice added on.

Both Twice and Toga looked at eachother as they clawed Compress sides. Compress immediately clamped his arms down to his side trying to escape the tickly grip “guhuhuys nohohot funnehehehe”. “Nobody’s laughing but you press— Duhhhh” Twice teased.

“Stohohohohop ihihihit”

“Stop what” toga asked.

“Tihihickling mhehehehe”Compress answered not realizing that he just fell into a trap by saying that. Twice then pins his arms above his head “You got it dude!! tickles coming your way”Twice teased as he used one hand to hold his wrists in place, while he raked his fingers down his armpits.

“Nononohoho thahahat’s not whahahat I meAAAHAHANT AHAHA” Press shrieked as he squirmed around trying to escape.

“Stop squirming Press im trying to make sure you have all of you’re ribs” Toga rolled her eyes. “Now I have to start over 1….2….3…” each rib she counted, she used her nail to lightly scratch between it.

“TOHOHOOHGAHAHAHA IT TICKLEHEHEHEHEES”

“I mean I hope it does after all you did ask for tickles” she reminded. “Press you made me lose track again hmmmm let’s see how many did I count” she acted clueless as she rapidly pinched his sides and hips.

“THAHAHAHTS SO BAHAHAHAD HAAHAHAHAHA” he thrashed around.

“Oh it is what about here?” Twice smirked, as he was near his feet. Compress hadn’t noticed that twice had use his quirk one was keeping him pin down while he was near his feet.

“Waitwaitwahahahait twice twice buddy cohome on let’s tahahalk about thihis” press lifted up his head as much as he could so he could look at twice and try to reason with him.

“Sorry man you broke toga’s rule” twice shrugged his shoulders. “Whahahat rule?” “Her ‘good vibes only’ rule— you’re obviously sad we’re not blind” he explained.

“Ihi’m nohot sad though” press giggled, becoming more and more giggly as he started to anticipate the tickles, since he could barely lift up his head.

“Too late dude—much love” Twice smiled as he scribbled up and down the soles of his feet.

“TWIHIHICE NAHAHAHAHA”

“Hey I’m here too y’know” she playfully pouted as she squeezed his thighs rapidly.

“NOHOHO TOGAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Will you stop being sad and tell us what’s wrong?” Toga asked.

“OHOHOHOHKAHAAHAY OHOHOKAHAHAY I WON’T BE SAD ANEHEHEHEHEMORE AAHHAHA IHIHLL TELL YOUAHAHAHAHA”

“You promise?” They both asked.

“YES YEHEHEHEES I PROMISE AHAHHAHAA”

“Good” Toga sighed in relief.

“Well what happened why’d you come in looking so gloomy?” Twice asked. “Ihi just had a shitty dahay from start to finishehe from when I burnt my breakfast, all the way to when I came back here, it just messed with my emotions and of course got to me. I was just ready to come back and relax but after that torture you two goofs out me through I feel a lot better” he smiled.

“We didn’t take it too far did we?” Twice asked also. “Of course not it’s was just playful banter” press giggled.

“I’m glad you told us, also we don’t ever want to cross and boundaries we just really care about you and don’t like seeing you so sad and gloomy” Toga spoke her mind and twice of course.

“If anything ever makes you sad again promise to tell us” Twice looked at him in his eyes. “Ihi promise” press couldn’t help but giggle. “You guys are so sappy” Dabi rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch.

“Looks like some one else need to be tickle tooooo” twice sang as he wiggled his fingers at Dabi. “I swear on Endeavor if you tickle me you’ll have a 6th degree burn” Dabi playfully threatened. “6th degree? That’s not even a thing!!” Toga looked at him lost.

“Exactly that’s how severe it is” Dabi smirked.

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AAAAAAAH I hope you all like it it wasn’t intended to get all mushy like that at the end but idk what came over me but yeah 😭😭

[sunflowernoodles]

Day At the Library

Nothing much to say other than I was gone for a few months and now I’m back! And seroroki is still on the brain because I am boring. Hope you enjoy! 🌻

Les: Shoto

Ler: Sero

Ships: Seroroki

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It was a late Saturday afternoon, Shoto and Sero were walking to the library. They simply wanted to sit in silence together and read, maybe study a little. Once they got to the library, they claimed a table and sat side by side.

Time passed slowly in the best possible way. The two occasionally shifted in their seats, Shoto ending up with his head in his arms as they rested upon the table, gazing up at his boyfriend. Reading could wait for a moment. Sero eventually noticed wide, mis-matched eyes staring up at him.

The corners of Sero’s mouth turned up slightly as he looked at Shoto. “Hello there.” Sero whispered, lightly ruffling Shoto’s hair and causing the rid and white to cross over and mix.

Shoto just closed his eyes, sighing a little when he felt Sero carefully stealing one of his hands. He could just fall asleep right there in the library.

But then Shoto felt the light tingles along his palm. He opened his eyes a bit to see Sero, holding Shoto’s hand in one of his own while tracing over his palm with the other. Shoto smiled involuntarily behind his arms as he breathed out a light giggle.

Sero was careful to not take things too far with the tickling. They were in a library after all. It would be rude to disturb others in the building because he made Shoto genuinely laugh… nor would it be fun if they got kicked out for being loud. That would certainly be an embarrassing conversation to have with Aizawa.

But this was okay. Sero slowly drew over the lines on Shoto’s palm, smiling at the little twitches of Shoto’s fingers and the goosebumps that spread over his arm. As well as the light squeaks and giggles Shoto let out while his legs lightly kicked underneath the table.

Sero took note of the light blush that was now covering Shoto’s ears. He lifted Shoto’s hand up slightly and kissed the inside of Shoto’s wrist, delighted by the light squeal it got from Shoto. Sero chuckled before noticing the other people around giving them weird, mildly annoyed looks.

He looked back at Shoto and just held his hand instead. Shoto was still before looking up at Sero in confusion and a bit of disappointment. Sero just quickly planted a kiss to Shoto’s forehead.

“I don’t really want to get us kicked out so. But later I will tickle you as much as you want, alright?” Sero spoke with a hint of teasing. Though it seemed to take a moment for everything to register in Shoto’s mind, but his face turned bright red as soon as it did.

Shoto buried his face in his arm shyly, “That sounds fine.” He responded, his voice muffled by the sleeve of his sweater. Sero smiled and their little library date when on.

And of course, when they did get back to the dorms, Sero tickled Shoto until he was just a puddle of giggles the remainder of the night.

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 24 : Spelling

DAY 24: Spelling

((He’s spelling out the letters on his belly in case anyone didn’t catch that 😅 also, peep Aoyama’s Barbie shirt))

[mushyblushyredhead]

Shoto is a stubborn lee but he’s gonna crack any second! (*^^*)

You can view this as a platonic pair or ship 🙌

[00just-a-pancake00]

An Explosive Night

After a rough day of school and internship works, Bakugou and Kirishima unwinds themselves before sleeping.

Lers: Bakugou/Kirishima

Lees: Kirishima/Bakugou

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It was a normal night in UA, and no Nomu appeared... well they did, but not anymore. Anyway,

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima were getting ready for bed. They changed into their sleeping clothes, brushed their teeth, and entered Kirishima's room they shared tonight because Bakugou's room was occupied by Aizawa's cats.

"Whew, I thought this fucking day would never end," sighed Bakugou, putting his clothes onto the floor near his sleeping bag.

"Yeah, first, some children gets kidnapped, then we get lost in an Illusion Villain's dungeon for hours, then we almost get killed. This wasn't the best day ever," Kirishima agreed.

"I'm just glad it's over. Hey, what time is it anyway?"

Kirishima looked at the alarm clock next to his bed.

"It's only 9:28," he answered.

"Really? It feels later than that...hmm. So, do you want to do something to pass the goddamn time?"

"Um, okay, what do you want to do?"

Bakugou shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we can..." The blonde than paused for a moment. Then he stared at the redhead for a few seconds and smirked, making the shark feel unconfortable. Before he could even think about running away, Bakugou pinned him to the ground.

"Bakubro! Please get off me!" panicked Kirishima.

"Why are you so nervous, Kiri?" Katsuki asked.

"None of your business, Bakugou! Now please get off me!"

"What's bugging you?"

Kirishima was both scared and completely annoyed. "I said NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

"Are you worried that I'm gonna tickle you?" Bakugou asked.

"Please DON'T!"

Bakugou placed a hand on his roomate's shoulder and smiled. "Hey don't worry."

"Y-You weren't going to tickle me?" Kirishima asked nervously. But then he calmed down. "Oh, thank goodness. You almost had me there."

"No, I was going to," snickered Bakugou. "I just didn't want you to be nervous."

"Kats, please no!"

Bakugou ignored him and wiggled his fingers on his friend's belly.

"Kahahahahahatsuhuhukiehehehehe! Stohahahahahahahahahaha. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" giggled Kirishima, struggling to get out of his partner's grip.

"Oh please , Eiji, I just started. I'm not just gonna stop," Bakugou smirked.

"Plehehehehehehehehehease stop!" begged the shark.

The blonde pretended to think about it.

"Hmm... let me think... nah!" the cimson-eyed blonde said, before he moved to Kirishima's sides, increasing his laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! KAHAHATSUHUKIHIHI! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Kirishima shouted.

"Eijirou, it's not my fault you're even more ticklish than I am," laughed Bakugou with a wide smuggly grin.

"STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT! PLEASE! KNOCK IT OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"You're so cute when you laugh! I think I'll kick it up a notch!"

Bakugou then began blowing raspberries on his belly. Kirishima's laughter grew louder as it tickled him so much.

"OH SHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHHATSUHUHUKIEHEHEHEHE! QUIT IT! IT TICKLES SO MUCH! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bakugou then began to tickle his underarms.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!"

Seeing that he couldn't take it anymore, Bakugou stopped tickling Kirishima, letting him breathe.

"Now that wasn't so damn bad now was it?" Bakugou asked, smug.

"N-Not... f-for me..." Kirishima panted while standing up. "Now, if y-you... excuse me, I-I need to... wash t-the sweat off me f-face..."

Red Riot walked slowly out the bedroom and to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. Once he was done and was about to leave the bathroom, something on the bathroom shelf caught his eye.

It was the same long white feather Mina and Denki used to tickle him. Thye must have left it here by mistake. Before Kirishima grabbed it, he noticed that it was next to an electric toothbrush, which was still in it's box.

The red boy stared at them in his hands and that's when he got an idea. He opened the box, put the toothbrush in his pocket along with the feather, and walked back to the bedroom.

"Hey, what took you so long, Shit hair?" Bakugou asked, walking over to his brother.

"I told you, I was washing the sweat off my face," answered Kirishima. "So, what time is it now?"

" It's only 10:04. We still have about twenty-six minutes."

"Good, because there's something I'd like to do."

"What?"

Kirishima said nothing. Instead, he actually pinned Bakugou down on the ground.

"K-Kiri! What are you doing?" asked Bakugou with a big blush.

"Oh nothing," snickered Kirishima. "I'm just doing my turn."

"Your turn to what?"

"To do the tickling."

Bakugou widened his eyes, but remembered something.

"Eiji, may I remind that you're more ticklish than me?"

"No, I don't think Im more ticklish than you," said Kirishima. "I think I'm just as ticklish as you, but in different ways."

"W-What do you mean?"

Kirishima ignored him, hardened his hands a bit to worsen the sensation and began tickling his sides, making him giggle instantley.

"Kihihihrihihi! Stohahahahahahahahap it! Cut it out! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" giggled the explosive bean.

"Sorry, no can do, Bakugou," Eijirou said, as he shook his head. "You tickled me when I begged to stop, so why can't I?"

"Nohohohohohohohoho! Knock it off! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

Kirishima stopped tickling his friend and grabbed the feather from his pocket. Bakugou widened his eyes.

"Nononono! Eijiro, not THAT!"

Kirishima then stroked the feather on Bakugou's toned midriff while he used his other hand to tickle his sides. The explosive boy immediately started laughing.

"OH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOP KIHIHIRIHIHI! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakugou shouted. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I have to admit, Katsuki, you're cute when you laugh," snickered Kirishima, before moving the feather in his underarms.

"OH NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! KIHIHIRIHIHISHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! STOP!" laughed Bakugou, "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Now do you know how I feel about you tickling me?" Kirishima asked, as he stopped tickling him. "That's something we have in common. We may like being tickled a little, but we enjoy tickling EACH OTHER."

"And D-D-Denki... and Ashido did it t-to us..." Bakugou panted. "...Are y-you... done... now?"

"Just one more thing~"

Kirishima then took off Bakugou's slippers, grabbing his electric toothbrush and started swirling the bristles around his feet in circles.

"HOHOHOLYSHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEIAAAAHAAAAHAAHAAA! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT'S ENOUGH!" Bakugou howled. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Calm down, Katsuki," chuckled Kirishima, "Midoriya told me about this spot so that's why I tried."

He's gonna kill that nerd later.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT! I CAN'T BREATHE! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Bakugou was gasping for air before Kirishima helped him up.

"I told you it'd be over soon."

Bakugou then smiled. "You know what, Shitty Hair, you were right."

"Right about what?"

"That maybe we're both as ticklish as each other. And that we liked being tickled a little, but like tickling each other."

"Told ya," Kirishima happily nodded, before he and his bestie looked at the clock, which said 10:30.

"We should get to bed now, b-ro," Bakugou pointed out, still his first time saying such address. Heading to his bed as Kirishima heads to his sleeping bag.

"Okay, Goodnight, Katsuki."

[little-lee-froggie]

Hey!!! How are you doing? I’m finally back to writing, and I have a short little fic, I hope you enjoy it! Very fluffy and sweet in my opinion. With that, let’s get into it:

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Warnings: Nothing honestly, pure fluff. Just skip if you don’t like tickling ☺️

Lee: reader

Ler: Shinsou

“What did you just say?” Shinsou asked you, confusion, yet a slight smugness on his face. You immediately froze, mid eating a piece of popcorn. 

The two of you were watching some movies together. It had been awhile since the two of you had properly hung out. You lived in the same neighbourhood as kids. You guys both tended to keep to yourself and didn’t hang out with people to often, so you would normally be the last two people left when the kids at your school were choosing partners, so the teachers would pair you together most of the time, which resulted in the two of you becoming very close friends.

Ever since the two of went to UA, you had less time to hang out, but you had the day off, so you decided to to watch a bunch of movies like you would once every month as kids, so you two started to watch a few movies. You were maybe on the third movie when there was a line in the movie that caught you off guard.

“You tickle me”

Three simple words, but it made you flinch. “Are you okay?,” Shinsou asked you, a little confused. “Uh- y-yeah, of course. Just… that word”, you said, about to put a piece of the popcorn the two of you had made, but you were cut off by his question; “wait, what did you just say?”

You gasped slightly, not thinking trough what you had said before you said it. “I-I um.. just that word…” you practically whispered. 

“[NAME]? Are you by any chance… ticklish~?,” Shinsou said, mischief heavy in his voice.

You just flinched again hiding your face in your hands to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, debating how to answer. You decided to be brave. After all, you weren’t opposed to the most likely out come. Quickly, you gave a small nod of your head, barely noticeable. This surprised Shinsou, as he was pretty sure you would try to convince him otherwise. All of the sudden, a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Wait a minute- do you like being tickled??,” he asked, but it didn’t sound accusatory. Instead, it sounded almost excited. At least as excited as Shinsou is capable of sounding. You just nodded again in almost the same way.

“Say, [NAME]… would you like me to tickle you~?,” he asked, going back to teasing. You nodded again, blushing like crazy. You were glad your head was in your arms, or your friend’s teasing would be unbearable.

Shinsou smiled softly, though it was hardly noticeable. He didn’t let his smile be obvious in his speech though.

“Aww, how cute is that~?,” he teased, lightly spidering on your slightly exposed side. You squeaked, and started tittering a little. You didn’t dare speak, knowing that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from giggling.

“Hmm, I want to hear you laugh. Common~. Laugh for me” he said as he started to poke your side. “Aha!,” you giggled, as you were surprised at the sudden change, but managed to keep most of it in. 

“Hmmm… still not fully breaking, huh?,” he said. You were still hiding your face in your hands, so you were relatively exposed. Shinsou decided to use this to use this to his advantage. 

He quickly grabbed both your wrists in one hand and held them above your head. “Aww, are you blushing?? How cute~” he said with a smirk on his face. His free hand then formed a claw and he slowly inched it towards your stomach, looking you dead in the eyes, even though yours were fixed on his hand, giggles of anticipation bubbling up and out of you.

As soon as Shinsou’s hand made contact with your stomach, you all but screamed and fell back. He decided to use this to his advantage as well, now pinning you down completely. “Shinsohohohou!!!!,” you said as you moved around slightly, your body naturally trying to escape even though you didn’t want to.

“What? What is it~?,” he asked smirking at your laughing face. “Youhu knohohow whahahat you’re dohoing!!!,” you said, your legs now starting to lightly kick at the bed beneath you. 

“I really don’t [NAME], tell me. What am I doing exactly, hmm?”

Your face got even more red as you continued to giggle uncontrollably. “I cahahahan’t say ihihit!” You said, slightly scrunching into yourself. Shinsou decided that meant he should try your neck and let your hands down. 

As soon as he touched your neck, your smile became so much wider and your laughing became higher pitched. Shinsou liked how he could poke back and forth and you could never protect your neck. “What can’t you say, hmm? Is there something wrong? You can tell me you know~.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’s done this before. You knew he’d probably tickled someone before, you were pretty sure most people have, but he was just so good at making you flustered. To be fair, he has been teasing you for years.

Shinsou stopped smirking and was genuinely smiling now. He loved seeing you look this happy. You were his only real friend in middle school, it made him happy to know this little quirk you had. He liked that he had found a way to repay all the happiness you had given him when he felt alone.

He briefly stopped tickling you to allow you to catch you breath and to give you a choice. “Ok [NAME], you get to choose this time. Where would you like me to tickle you? What’s your very favourite spot?,” he asked.

You felt pretty flustered by the question, but it gave you the opportunity to tell him your favourite place since it’s not exactly where most people would think to go. 

“Umm, my uh… my hands” you said, sitting up. “Really? Your hands are ticklish?,” he asked, surprised. You just nodded as he gently took one of your slightly smaller hands in his, holding it out flat and started drawing light circles on it with a finger from his free hand.

As soon as the first movement was made, you started very quietly giggling again and kinda fell onto him in a fit of giggles, not even trying to get your hand free.

“Holy shit, you’re so cute! You really should have told me about this sooner. I’m actually surprised I didn’t find out already, I mean, you’re SO ticklish” he said, going back to his teasing side. You didn’t even say anything, you just giggled. 

Eventually the two of you remembered the movie and stopped your playful interaction, though Shinsou kept your hand in his lap, drawing circles on it every so often.

Now whenever he’s had a bad day, he likes to just tickle your hands since he’s not good at talking, and your giggles make him feel better. Whenever you’re sad, he’ll tickle anywhere you’re comfortable with. Needless to say, your ticklishness is now incorporated into both of your everyday lives, and both of you like it that way.

                        ꧁༺The end༻꧂

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Well, that was it, I hope you enjoyed! I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best, it’s been awhile since I’ve written a fic, but I hope it was good none the less. I hope you have a good day/night, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

[kanene-yaaay]

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.

[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

[rachi-roo]

Also, I literally thought of this while writing the other one, but what would you think of Shinsou running into Tomo? >w<

-Panda/Black Feathers

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My Hero Academia: Stranger danger.

Weeeee!!! More Tomohiro action! I'm amazed by how much love my OC had gotten XD Thank you @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers and @cupcake-spice13 !!!! Thought I'd combine these two asks since my writer's block is being a menace again 😭❤️

Summary: A gloomy Shinso is confronted by the local tickle monster.

Lee!Shinso, Ler!Tomohiro OC

Tw: Footer tiggles.

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The warm breeze shifted through Shinsos hair as he sat alone on a park bench, his legs crossed comfortably on the old planks, tossing the last of his grapes to the ducks that had been circling in the lake a few feet in front of him.

He had a sad expression on his features. Slumped shoulders, glassy eyes, lazy hand movements. He was wearing his hero costume, with his capture cloth bundled on the seat by his side. Today hadn't been a good day for him.

A loud sigh escaped his lips. "Stupid..."

"Why so blue kid?" Shinso turned his head at the voice behind him, seeing a fluffy-haired boy grinning at him. He blinked, looking the boy up and down as other did the same in return, squinting slightly at Shinso.

"Blue? Wait." The boy closed one eye. "Oh, purple. Hehe. Colour blind." He then casually took a seat beside Shinso. "But you do look a little down in the dumps."

Shinso rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm fine."

"Nnnoooo you're not. I can see it, riiiight there." The boy chuckled, pressing a finger against Shinsos cheek. "Sadness. Sad Shinso."

"How do you know my name?"

"I was at the sports festival. Row eight, seat 13B. You have one hell of a quirk." He took a bag of cashews from his pocket, popping a few in his mouth. "Mh. Names Tomo. Want one?" This boy was very talkative. Shinso declined the cashew offer, shaking his head.

"No thank you."

"M'kay. So, wanna talk?"

"About what?"

"What's making you sad, duuuh."

Shinso sighed, this boy was something else. Way too chatty for his liking. And waaay too comfortable talking to strangers. Much like a certain green-haired boy who had gotten very attached to him since their first meeting at the sports festival.

There was something familiar about this boy though, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "There's nothing to talk about. Besides, I don't know you. I don't do trauma dumping on strangers."

"Aaah, true. You heroes really are noble guys, always looking out for us civilians." Tomo nodded, enjoying a few more cashews. "But. Who's taking care of you guys?"

"We can take care of ourselves." Shinso shrugged, earning a chuckle from the other.

"Oho really?" He raised a hand, smiling playfully starting to draw a figure of eight in the air continuously.

"Yes, really. That's what we're trained to- Ghk!?" Shinso stammered, suddenly hugging his stomach as he felt the light touch of a finger tracing over his belly. The sensation was tingly, making him shudder as a few suprised giggles slipped through his defence.

Tomo chuckled at his reaction, continuing his slow tease. "Something the matter?" The look on Tomos face made it very clear that this was his doing.

"Knock it ohoff." Shinso grumbled through gritted teeth, holding back his giggling as best he could.

The grin on Tomos cheeks turned into a shit-eating smirk. He said nothing as he raised a second hand, making poking gestures this time, sending a jolt of tickly pressure to Shinso's ribs.

"Ah! Hehey! Stop d-oing thahat! Y-You weirdo!"

Tomo paused, narrowing his eyes with a knowing smirk. He knew exactly how Shinsos quirk worked after the sports festival and he wasn't about to let him take over.

Shinsos heart raced, he knew wasn't getting out of this.

"I sahaid stop! C'mohon! Y-You can't just- AHA!" The tickling sensation travelled upwards, turning into scribbles under his arms. "Noho! Hahaha!" He curled in on himself and flopped onto his side on the bench, jamming his hands up under his arms to try and block the feeling. "Plehease!"

His purple locks flopped about as he shook his head, rolling onto his back with his feet kicking happily. That's when it clicked. This is the boy who Aizawa was talking about!

"T-Tomohoho! You- Gahaha! Villain!" He made a grab for his capture cloth, only to have it snatched away and put on the grass out of reach.

Tomo just made a tutting sound, shaking his head as he continued his attack. Now moving to assault Shinso's soles, skittering up and down relentlessly.

"PFF- Ahaha! NO! Nonono! Not- AHAHA!" Poor Shinso flailed helplessly, sliding off the bench and onto the grass. He never even realised how ticklish his feet were until now. It was pleasantly unbearable. "MEHERCY!"

Tomo stood over the gloomy hero, looking down at him with a genuine smile. He still wasn't talking, not wanting to risk being controlled, but Shinso just having to look at his wriggling fingers and gently gaze was teasing enough for him.

The hero's boots pressed into the grass as he arched his back, wailing with laughter. His cheeks had colour to them now. A warm red glow to match his red ears and bright smile.

"Ehehehe! I-I cahan't-! I can't take ihihit!" He rolled onto his side, bringing his knees to his chest, a hiccup popping through his endless giggling. "Tohomo! *hic* Pl-Ehehe!"

Tomohiro reached a hand down, petting Shinso's hair softly with a smile. "Keep your chin up, hero." He then turned on his heels, whistling a tune as he headed down the path out of the park. His quirk still linked to Shinso, meaning he could keep tickling him a while longer after he was gone.

"Ahaha! Haha! D-Damn ihit!" The tears in Shinsos eyes were blinked away as the tickling switched to soft pokes again, up and down his ribs and tummy making him jump and giggle quietly. He stayed sat by the lake, deciding it was best to wait for the tickling to stop before he tried walking home. That would be embarrassing.

"Ehehe! Hah. I-I'mma gehet y-ou! For thihis..." He smiled to himself as he hid his flustered face in his hands. That was the most fun he had in a while.

[tricks-tickles]

Birthday Gift

happy birthday to my favorite boy who i want all the best for <3

word count: 1163

pairing: Lee!Todoroki & Ler!Midoriya

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January 11th was a completely normal day.

This is why Shoto woke up at his usual 6:30, had breakfast, went for a run, then got ready for class in peace.

It’s why he sat through English and Art quite happily without anyone talking to him, spare Yaoyorozu asking for a sharpener.

It’s why lunch was an uneventful affair, with Midoriya chatting to Uruaka about a new hero who'd just debuted, a conversation that Shoto listened to but did not contribute.

It’s why he was paired with Ojiro for close-range training and spent an hour dodging his tail and trying not to set his classmate on fire. 

And it’s why, finally, once they got back to the dorms he planned to retreat to his room to do his homework in peace. 

And of course, since this is a normal day, his plans got disrupted. This came in the form of Midoriya, who knocked at his door.

“Uh, Aizawa-sensei said this came for you.” He said, holding out a white envelope, with Shoto’s name written on it in familiar handwriting.

 Shit. 

See today was a normal day, or at least he wanted it to be, but it also happened to be the day he was born, 16 years ago. Nothing worth celebrating, in his eyes, but his sister disagreed. And so, a card. From Fuyumi. For his birthday.

Midoriya peered at the letter, clearly curious but unwilling to ask. Shoto considered shutting the door on him, but they were friends after all. Besides, the day was nearly done, what harm could telling him do?

So Shoto opened the envelope, took out the money, and skimmed the card inside.

Dear Shoto, it read, I hope you have an amazing birthday! I’m sorry I can’t celebrate with you, so I’m sending this card instead. Use the money to buy yourself something cool because I have no idea what you’re into.

Lots of Love, Fuyumi

Shoto smiled, a little, and then set the card on his bedside table. When his eyes came back to Midoriya, he was frowning.

“Wait, when’s your birthday?” He asked. Shoto glanced to the side, then responded,

“Today.”

At this, Midoriya gaped at him, outraged.

“And you never said? I didn’t get you anything!” He cried.

Shoto sighed. “Well, clearly I didn’t expect anything.”

Midoriya pouted, jutting out his lower lip in exaggerated dismay.

“What if I wanted to get you something?” He asked, “We could have had a little party.”

Shoto made a face. “I’m fine just… not doing anything, I don’t need a party.”

Clearly, Midoriya was running out of patience, as he punctuated his next sentence with several pokes to his chest.

“Yes, you do. Even if you don’t think so.” At each poke, Shoto twitched a little, a detail that did not go unmissed by Midoriya. 

“In fact, I’m quite upset that you didn’t tell me, your trusted friend.” Upset, but there was a sly grin spreading across his face, yeah right. “Maybe I should show you how upset I am.”

Shoto knew where this was going, and took an anticipatory step back, then another, until he was tripping over his futon and landing lightly on the mattress. Midoriya followed, his sly grin turning predatory as crouched next to him, his hands coming up to rest on Shoto’s sides.

“Midoriya.” He said, warningly. Midoriya just giggled, beginning to wiggle his fingers into Shoto’s sides.

“Todoroki.” Midoriya responded, mimicking Shoto’s tone. Shoto gasped, his hands flying up to cover his face as he fell backward onto the futon.

“Nooo,” Midoriya whined, moving to squeeze his sides, “Show me your cute smile!” 

Shoto just shook his head, pressing his hands against his mouth where he could feel giggles building up. Midoriya went back to scribbling, then, made a fatal move.

As his fingers gently teased Shoto’s sides, he moved to shift himself into a different position, putting pressure on Shoto’s right side, which caused a surprised yelp of laughter to come from him, slipping out from his fingers. Midoriya stilled. Shoto stilled. The whole room froze. Then, 

“What was that!” Midoriya said, laughing.

“I dohon’t kn- WAIT Midohorihihiyaha!” Midoriya’s fingers were now pressing down against his right side, scratching harshly. It tickled so bad. He’d always felt like his left side was more ticklish, but this was easily matching it. He tried to squirm, but his body felt limp, weakened by the laughter now pouring from his lips.

Curious, Midoryia shifted his hand to the other side, still tickling. Almost immediately, the sensations died down, leaving him giggling weakly. 

“Huh.” Midoriya said, then began tickling his right side the same way as before. He yelped again, flushing in embarrassment as he weakly kicked his legs, trying in vain to fight off the sensations. Experimentally, Midoriya stopped tickling him, then fluttered his fingers over his left side. Shoto squealed, wiggling away a little.

“Huh.” Midoriya said, again.

“Whahahat?” Shoto asked, still laughing. 

“It looks like you’re ticklish in different ways, on different sides. So if I do this,” He pinched roughly along Shoto’s right side, making his back arch a little as he laughed, “Or this,” He spidered his fingers along his left, giggling as Shoto’s knee jerked up to defend the spot, “Then you must have different sensitivity levels, it must be due to your quirk, maybe your ice side is worse for rougher tickling because the cold has made the skin thicker, or tougher? And the fire because the heat makes you more sensitive? That would mean maybe your body experiences pain differently too, which could have an impact on thewaythatyoufightthatyoumaynotevenreali-”

“Midoriya! Pleheahase!” He begged, still caught under Midoriya’s tickling hand, which had been crawling toward his stomach as he mumbled to himself.

“Oh! Sorry, Todoroki.” He said, sheepishly, removing his hand and letting Shoto breathe. 

“That would mean, though, that the most effective way to tickle you is- Where are you going?” He said teasingly, as Shoto had been making to roll onto his side. 

“Uh.” He said, intelligently. 

“I’m still upset, you know! Consider this your birthday gift.”

Shoto flushed, then cackled as Midoriya’s fingers descended on him again. One hand clawed at his ribs, the other scribbled gently. His long-forgotten hands sprung up to hold Midoriya’s wrists, his legs kicked weakly at the floor, and he laughed, high-pitched and desperate, at the sensations that were crawling along his body. 

“Maybe since you’re sixteen I should tickle you for sixteen minutes.” Midoriya mused.

“Nohoho, pleheahase dohohon’t!” He cried.

“Aw, but you love it, don’t you Todoroki-kun?” Just when Shoto thought his face couldn’t get any redder, he felt heat crawling to his ears and down his neck. Still, he didn’t deny Midoriya’s claims.

When his hands started pulling at Midoriya’s wrists, he took the hint and stopped, leaving Shoto to gasp for breath.

“Happy Birthday?” He tried, and Shoto huffed a laugh in response. 

“Sure, thank you.”

Maybe January 11th didn’t have to be a normal day after all.

[tickling-giggles]

Birthday Tradition

A/N: BIRTHDAY SPECIAL TICKLE FIC FOR IZUKU….that’s all 🤭✨(Dw I got something for Mirio aswell) *ALSO BESIDES HIM LOVING ALL MIGHT YOU CANNOT TELL ME HIS FAVORITE PART ABT HIS BIRTHDAY ARE THE BIRTHDAY WISHES IDC IDC*

Summary:Nothing special just some birthday tickles for broccoli boy😼

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July 15th 7:15 A.M. (LOOK AT MY JOKE👈🏾☠️)

Deku wakes up doing his normal routine when finally looks at his phone and sees today is his birthday. He gets real excited as he puts a tie on that kacchan gave to him back in middle school to wear on his birthday.

8:00 A.M. he arrives to class 1-A but what he expected…. didn’t happen. He walked in everyone acted like it was an ordinary day.

“Oh hey Mido-Bro nice tie”Kirishima complimented. “Oh uh thanks” Deku replied not really expecting “THAT”.

“Good morning Midoriya nice tie” Shinsou smirked as he walked to his homeroom.

‘Okayyyyy something is definitely going on don’t know what but it’s something’. Deku walked over to Kacchan which as usual having his feet propped up on his desk “What do you want Nerd” he looked up from his phone.

Deku said nothing as he sat down infront of him leaving him confused as ever. Todoroki then walked up to him. “Hey Midoriya I want to— “YES… yes I meant justtellmee” Deku excitedly interrupted Todoroki.

“Have you gotten a spare pencil” Todoroki asked in a weird accent. “Todoroki that sentence didn’t even make sense but yes I do”Deku sighed had he handed him a pencil.

“Oh I was speaking like how Hamilton speaks Thankyou though also nice tie I like it” Todoroki bluntly replied before heading back to his desk.

‘talk about a teas— WAIIIT I get it now this little thing they have going on is some stupid prank for me to fall for HA jokes on them I’ll just act like I don’t care’

“Young Midoriya I see your thinking hard and class hasn’t started yet” All might teased hinting to him that he was mumbling.

“Izuku I like your tie it looks nice” Aizawa complimented before falling asleep on the floor “Thankyou Mr. Aizawa” ‘THE TEACHERS ARE ON IT TOO WOW so mean😒’

3:10 P.M. He went through the ENTIRE school day without receiving a single birthday wish BUT he kept in mind that this was some stupid little prank that his classmate were pulling on him.

After showering he plopped down onto his bed an— *bzzt* “Come down stairs Nerd” is what he received from kacchan before groaning and heading downstairs noticing that the light were off in the hallways and he assumed that the elevator wasn’t working so he took the stairs clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“Hey kacchan im downstairs I got your message it’s really dark I can’t tell if that’s you on the couch or not” Deku babbled as he slowly inched his way to the couch before two big hands wrapped around his torso.

“WOAH— WHAT THE ACTUAL FU—“

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIDORIYA”

“Wow katchan your really rubbing off onto him” Denki smiled.

“Sorry Mido-bro it was so hard ignoring you” Kirishima apologize.

“Yeah especially with that cute tie you had on” jirou teased.

“Yeah it was quite adorable”Momo added on.

“YOU GUYSS” Deku blushed covering his face.

“Stupid nerd” Bakugou scoffed.

They all sanged happy birthday and ate some delicious cake. “Tape-Face, Tenticles” Bakugou called them signaling them.

Sero shot tape at dekus wrist and shoji pulled his arms behind the couch. “What’re you guys doing” Deku nervously asked since he was in this vulnerable position.

“Dekuuuuu I know you haven’t forgotten about our Birthday tradition” bakugou teased as he cracked his knuckles.

“Kahaccahan dohon’t”the anticipation was KILLING him.

“your already giggling and he hasn’t even touched you yet”Denki teased.

“Sorry no can do it all apart of tradition” Bakugou shrugged his shoulders before scribbling at his sides.

“Kahahahcchannn nohoho”

“kacchan yehes Oi shittyhair dunceface wanna join” bakugou turned towards them with a shit evil grin on his face.

As they each grabbed a foot and scratched the sole.

“NAHAHAHAHA KIHIRI KAMEHEHE”

“Wow Midoriya this sock feels veeeeeeery nice it’s so soft right kiri” Kaminari chuckled turning towards kiri. “Yeah Mido-bro this is like the softest sock every” Kiri added on.

“LIHIHIHIES ALL LIHIHIES YOHOHOU JUST WANNAHA TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEE” Deku shrieked.

“*GASP* MIDORIYA HOW RUDE WE WOULD NEVER” they both dramatically gasped.

“Ya’know what just for that get his hips bakubro” Kiri sassed. “I was already gonna shitty hair” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“nononohoOHOHOHOHO” bakugou had suddenly paused.

“And now for the grand finaleeeee” bakugou exaggerated before he took a deep breath to blow 16 raspberries.

*PBBT*

“ohOHOHONEEE”

*PBBT*

“TWHOHOHO”

*PBBT*

“THREHEHEHE”

*PBBT*

“FOHOHOUR”

*PBBT*

“FIHIHIVE”

*PBBT*

“SIHIHIHIX AHAHAHA”

*PBBT*

“SEHEHVEHEN”

*PBBT*

“AHAHAHA EHEHEIGHT”

*PBBT*

“NAHAH NIHIHINE”

*PBBT*

“TEHEHEHEN”

*PBBT*

“EEEHHEHEHELVEHEHN”

*PBBT*

“TWEHEHEHELVE”

*PBBT*

“THIRTEHEEHEHEHHEN”

*PBBT*

“FOHOHOURTEEHEN”

*PBBT*

“FIHI-AHAH FIFTEHEHEHEN”

*PBBBBBT*

“SIHIHIHIXTEHEHEHEEN NAHAHAHAA”

“And a few more just for good luck”

*PBBT PBBT PBBT*

“OHOHOHO GAHAHAD KAHAHAHAHTSUHUHUKEHEHE YOHOHOU AHAHAHA” Bakugou knew that was his cue to stop.

“Alright I guess I don’t want to kill you just yet” bakugou joked as everyone cleaned up seeing that Deku was K.O asleep on the couch.

“Oi four-eyes, Crafting table im going to take him to his room” He notifieds them as he tossed the tired piece of broccoli over his shoulder and carried him to his room. Tuck him into bed tossed him onto his bed.

“Heh happy birthday Izuku” bakugou smiled as he turned off the lights and closed his door.

[sunflowernoodles]

Heya! Can I request a fic with lee!bakugou and ler!shinsou, please? Your writing is so cute, and you characterize them so well!

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Detention

You certainly can!! I’ve never written lee Bakugou before but here it goes. Also, seeing requests and knowing you all enjoy my silly little fanfics makes me endlessly happy, words honestly can’t describe it, thank you guys so much 💛 and to add to that, for future requests, feel free to give a little scenario or prompt if you want anything a little more specific <3 but anyways!! On with the fic, enjoy!! 🌻

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Shinsou

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Shinsou and Bakugou sat in the empty classroom after school hours. The two had gotten detention. Bakugou for yelling at Shinsou for something and Shinsou for yelling back. They were left unoccupied at the moment.

“This is your fault.” Shinsou spoke dryly after a moment. He was met with silence from the blond sitting beside him. Shinsou glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he caught Bakugo glaring at him before quickly facing forward.

Shinsou chuckled, turning in his seat, “What? Do you think I’m gonna do something with my spooky mind powers?” He asked sarcastically and yet, silence. Just a glare

“Wow.” Shinsou deadpanned, feigning offense of being offended. He stared as Bakugou continued to keep his mouth shut.

Shinsou was starting to get a little irritated, and perhaps that was Bakugou’s goal, but either way Shinsou wasn’t having it. “Seriously, I’m not gonna do anything, you asshole.” He spoke, reaching to jab Bakugou in the ribs.

The last thing he expected was the startled sound and Bakugou practically falling out of his seat. Well, not practically, he definitely, very gracefully, fell out of his seat and onto the tile floor, “What the hell!” Bakugou yelled, but Shinsou thought he saw the slightest hint of pink dusting his face.

Bakugou watched as the gears turned in Shinsou’s head and eventually realize what had happened. “Dude, theres no way.” Shinsou chuckled as he stood up from his seat, setting off a fight or flight response in Bakugou’s brain but he just sat there.

“Touch me and die.” Bakugou resorted to words, inwardly cursing himself for the small nervous shake in his voice. Shinsou was approaching ominously, a rare grin across his face.

“Why? Don’t tell me, is the winner of the sports festival, class 1A’s bad boy, really scared of a few tickles?” Shinsou teased with a small tilt of his head. The heat in Bakugou’s face increased.

“Seriously, try anything and I’ll blow you to the other side of the building.” Bakugou threatened as he tried to quickly stand up.

“I’ll take that chance.” Shinsou spoke before he lunged at Bakugou, both of them clumsily tumbling to the floor. Shinsou didn’t waste any time straddling Bakugou’s waist and effectively pinning him down before he dug into his sides.

“GAhah!” Bakugou barked out a laugh before trying to clamp down and fight back the rest of his laughter that was bubbling up now.

Shinsou was met with the slightly amusing sight of a grinning Bakugou as he tried to keep an angry expression. “How threatening. But see, I’m not gonna brainwash you so stop being weird.” He shrugged, moving his harsh tickling from Bakugou’s sides to higher up on his ribs and thats what got him to break.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHO, I’LL KIHIHILL YOU!” Bakugou threatened, but this was the least scary Shinsou had ever seen Bakugou.

His eyes were scrunched shut and he had an impossibly wide smile, he actually had dimples. He was laughing his head off for crying out loud. It was kind of adorable honestly. Was that the right word? Shinsou thought to himself, unaware he was creeping his hands into Bakugou’s underarms until he noticed the slightly frantic thrashing from the blond beneath him.

“Wow, you’re seriously pretty ticklish, huh?” Shinsou teased, grinning at the way Bakugou’s face turned a darker shade of pink. Tears were starting to prick at his eyes from how much he was laughing.

“STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP IT!” Bakugou begged to Shinsou’s surprise. Especially since he hadn’t heard an actual word of protest the whole time. Was it pride? Did Bakugou like being tickled? Oh well, Shinsou could find out about that later.

“Promise to stop being an asshole and ignoring me?” Asked Shinsou, tickling a little harder, making Bakugou throw his head back.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAY! I PROMIHIHIHISE! JUHUST STOHOHAHAHAP!” Bakugou cackled, uselessly kicking his legs out behind Shinsou.

Shinsou hummed, satisfied to have won… whatever this was. “Will do~” he said and got off Bakugou and stopped tickling him as promised.

Shinsou was smirking down at him until he heard a loud “Ahem” that made him spin around quickly. Aizawa stood in the doorway, giving an annoyed but amused look to Shinsou. “Uh- heeeey.” Shinsou chuckled awkwardly as he turned around to help up a still quietly giggling Bakugou.

“You two have to stay here 20 more minutes then you can leave. Please do so quietly.” Aizawa scolded before sitting at his desk to finish grading some papers.

“Yeah, got it.” Shinsou nodded, slightly embarrassed. He helped Bakugou to his seat and sat beside him once again. Shinsou stared at his desk with a small blush on his face until Bakugou flicked a small ball of paper at him to get his attention.

“When we get out of here, you’re dead.” Bakugou whispered but there was a small smirk on his face that told Shinsou everything he needed to know about what was happening once they got out of detention.