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kusuguricafe · 3 months
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Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23
A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁
Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou
Chapter 1 - Tough Spot
Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.
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Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.
The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.
Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”
“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“Okay!”
Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.
Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”
Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.
Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”
“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”
“O-okay.”
Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.
“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”
“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”
“N-no! Sorry!”
After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”
Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”
“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”
“No can do.”
“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”
Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.
“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”
“Oh come on, you can take it.”
Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.
“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.
God, his laughter was intoxicating.
“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”
Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.
“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”
“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.
Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”
Izuku’s eyes widened.
“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”
“I get it.”
“You- You do?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Good.”
“So, a-are you done, or…?”
Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”
Izuku took a deep breath.
“Go for it.”
Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit
Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?
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What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.
“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.
“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”
…Feet? Is that Deku?
“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.
“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.
“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”
“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”
Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.
Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.
“Oiiiii Kacchan!”
“The hell d’you want?”
“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”
“Yeah, sure.”
Crap! Was he really that obvious?
“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”
“Nah, already went.”
“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”
“Do it with Kirishima.”
“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”
“You’re insane.”
“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”
“No.”
“Pleeeeaaaase?”
“No.”
“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”
As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.
“...Oops.”
“DUNCE FACE—”
“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.
Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.
“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”
“NOOO!”
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”
Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.
“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.
Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”
“Uhm…”
“Nothing?”
Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.
Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”
“What? Why!?”
“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”
“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.
“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”
The two stared at each other for a moment.
“S-so are you gonna let me go?”
“Not until you tell me what’s up.”
“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”
“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”
Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.
“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”
Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.
“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”
Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.
“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” 
Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”
“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”
“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”
“...You’re kidding.”
“P-please don’t be mad!”
“I’m not mad.”
“Oh, thank God…”
“You could have just asked, y’know?”
“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”
“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”
Denki nodded.
Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”
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lovelymessybubbly · 1 year
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Cooould,,, you do Kaminari, maybe, for the event? asking for a friend aha
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"hehe, you're shockingly ticklish!!"
isn't he sooooo cute ??? (/▽\*)。o○♡ to have such an excitable cutie bound and helpless like this... i could not help but really let him have it. he has a fun frantic face. i enjoy seeing him covered in tears like that.
luckily, tama-chan's hair is big, so the static will not be too noticeable...
please enjoy, and thank you for your continued support !!
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gaybananabread · 3 months
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Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?
Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas
Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Denki
Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima
Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
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Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast… 
A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…
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The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.
Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually. 
Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…
“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.
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Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.
Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.
“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…” 
Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?
The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!” 
Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.
“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”
Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.
Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.
“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.
“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.
He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.
The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.
“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.
Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.
“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”
Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”
“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”
Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”
The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.
Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.
Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”
Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”
Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”
While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.
Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.
“Next time, Kami? Watch what’cha steal around Bakubro~”
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starlight-write · 6 months
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Tickletober Day 3- Cuddles
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Requests: OPEN :)
Summary: All Jirou wanted was to spend a nice night watching movies with her boyfriend. Everything goes well until Kaminari starts to tickle her out of the blue. Now she has to teach her boyfriend a lesson.
Pairing: Ler!Jirou x Lee!Kaminari (Romantic)
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"I'm not going to ask you again. Stop."
"I told you, I'm not doing anything!"
Kaminari was really getting on her last nerve. But what else did she expect from her hyperactive boyfriend when she made him sit down for an extended period of time? All she had wanted to do was to snuggle up next to her boyfriend while they binged horror movies while they both had a night to themselves. But of course it could never be that simple.
The two of them sat bundled up on Jirou's bed while flashes of light and corny screams burst from the TV. Jirou sat content in Denki's lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and they stayed like that for the better half of the film until Kaminari got the bright idea to annoy his girlfriend by prodding and pinching her stomach every few minutes.
"I know what you're doing you bastard. Now cut it oUT!-" She yelped as he poked her belly once again. She grabbed his wrists and turned to face him with a huff. Only to be met with a bright, innocent, and fake smile. The little shit.
"Do it again. See what happens." She said, still keeping her grip on his wrists.
That was all the invitation the boy needed as he quickly tried to twist his wrists out of the girls hold as they lurched towards her stomach once again. But Jirou had had enough of his antics and decided it was time to teach her boyfriend a lesson.
She had jumped out of his lap and tugged both of his wrists towards her causing the electric hero to fall face first onto the mattress. The boy let out a small yelp as he quickly tried to turn around and fight off his attacker but it was too late as the girl had already positioned herself on his lower back, effectively pinning him in place.
She watched him struggle for a few moments. Doing everything in his power to try to get free but it was no use. "Baaaabe c'mon I was just messing around! Get off, pleeeease?" He tried begging even though he knew it wouldn't help his case in the slightest.
"I tried to warn you but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself could you? All I wanted was a nice night with my boyfriend but no. You just. Had. To keep. Poking. Me."
Every phrase uttered was emphasized with harsh pokes to the boys sides. He let out a squeak as he shot his arms down to protect himself and buried his face into the mattress.
"I'm sohohohorryyyyyy! I promise I wohohon't do it again." He pleaded as he giggled into the covers.
"Nope. Too late for that. Now you're just going to have to suffer." She said as she wormed two of her fingers under his arms. The boy let out a loud squeal as he squirmed underneath her.
"Wait! Wahahahahahahahahit! Stohohohohohohop! This isn't fair, pleahehehehehehehese!" The boy wailed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides but only succeeded in trapping his girlfriend's evil fingers under his arms.
She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Uh uh. You brought this upon yourself. You wanted to play this game and lost. Now you're going to have to deal with the consequences."
"But- But I- AH! Jirou NO! No Stohohohohohohohohop ihihihihihhiht! HahahahahHAHAHAHAHA."
His laughter grew in pitch as Jirou had suddenly started fluttering her fingers all across his neck. Causing the boy to thrash below her as he brought his arms up to grab her hands hoping to escape the unbearably ticklish feeling.
He succeed and tried to pull her hands away as he tried to catch his breath only to be sent into a hysterical fit once more as the girl blew a giant raspberry on the back of his neck.
"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA JIROU-! JI-STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" The boy wailed and lost his grip on the offending hands as he thrashed and kicked and twisted and bucked. Jirou had just used her freed hands to hold his head in place as she placed another agonizing raspberry in the exact same spot.
"Please! PLEHEHEHEHASE! NO MORE! NO MOHOHOHORE!" After a few more seconds she finally lifted her head away from her screaming boyfriend. Rubbing his back gently as she allowed him to catch his breath.
"Thahahahat- thahahat was uncalled for." The boy complained and took another shaky breath as he brought his hands up to cover his burning face.
"I honestly forgot how ticklish your neck is." She giggled. "Guess I should keep that in mind from now on, huh?" She said as she smiled down at him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me up." The boy said with a pout.
"Hmmmm not yet." Denki could hear the evil smile in her voice and automatically tensed up again. Jirou got up for just a moment. Pressing her hand on her boyfriend's back so he wouldn't get any ideas about escaping as she repositioned herself to face his legs.
"There's just one more thing I have to do before we're done."
Kaminari froze at her words. He already knew what was about to happen and he nervously started kicking and thrashing once more to avoid his fate.
"WAIT! WAIT- Babe. Babe Please! Please don't I'm serious! I'll stop okay? I'll do whatever you want just hold ON- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"Damn right you will." She said with a smirk as she continued to ruthlessly scribble her nails on the backs of his knees.
Kaminari's laughter had gone silent rather quickly. He desperately thrashed and kicked around but it did him no good and he eventually resigned to pounding on the bed furiously as he lost himself in his hysterics.
"PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-"
Jirou finally took that as a sign to stop. She lifted herself up off of the giggly mess on her bed and laid down next to him.
Kaminari tried hiding his bright red face behind his hands once more but they were pulled away as Jirou planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"You okay?"
The electric boy took in a few more giggly breaths before answering. "No! Yohohou almost kihihihilled me!"
"Oh hush. I wouldn't tickle you so often if you didn't like it." The girl said, giving him a sweet smile.
The boy huffed and buried his face in the covers. "Yeah, whatever."
Jirou just rolled her eyes and gave an amused huff in return before sitting up and collecting her boyfriend in her arms.
"C'mon doofus. Let's finish this dumb movie." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And no more funny business, got it?"
Denki just sighed as he snuggled into her embrace. Smiling as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Got it."
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infrequent-creator · 5 months
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DAY 24 : Spelling
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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))
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simplysmilingdrew · 2 years
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A little of KamiJirou because... why not!? Simply love this ship💛💜
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ticklishfiend · 1 year
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Off-Button (My Hero Academia)
Pairing : Lee!Kaminari Ler!Bakugou
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A/N : oh my god who new scumbag could actually post again, it's a marvel. no but fr, i've been lurking around the tickle tags forever and reading all of yall's amazing fics and i couldn't help getting back into it, even for just one fic. this isn't tickletober, i do not have the patience for that (u guys having the willpower to make something new every single day is fucking astounding to me idk how u do it lol), but i hope u guys enjoy it anyways! as always, please like and reblog if u can bc i really appreciate the support :D enjoy!! &lt;3
Summary : Denki is incapable of being quiet during Bakugou and Kirishima's movie night they invited him to. Bakugou can't stand it, and decides to take matters into his own hands.
Word Count : 3359 
REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! LOVE U GUYS! <333
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What the absolute fuck was Spiky Hair thinking when he invited that energy filled blabber mouth to their movie night. 
Denki hadn’t shut up since he got into the damn room, his mouth seemingly going for an exercise run when the movie started and he got to make his own commentary. Katsuki was hoping for a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, watch a horror movie or two so Eijirou would snuggle close for comfort, and just all around actually enjoy his evening. 
But goddamnit if Denki wasn’t just the right man for disturbing the peace.
“Holy shit, did you see that?! That head went FLYING! It looks like someone throwing a football to a field goal! Wait, is it a field goal? Kiri, what’s the difference between a touchdown and a field goal? I’m not much of a football man, more of a baseball kinda guy. Although, I’d never turn down tickets to the Superbowl if I ever got the chance. You know they have these huge performances in the middle of the game where famous singers take over the field and just go ham?! I’d go just for that! But not if-”
Katsuki was going to become the next serial killer in a blockbuster horror movie if Denki didn’t shut his fucking mouth soon.
He glared at Eijirou, who was grinning from ear to fucking ear. Oh he did this shit on purpose. He hangs out with Sparky way more than Katsuki does, able to withstand his constant rambling in a way the short-tempered teen has never been able to understand. 
It’s not that Katuski dislikes Denki, though he would never ever fucking admit that out loud. He actually finds him funny sometimes, especially when paired with Sero. The two would probably make a good stand-up duo if Denki wasn’t the type to steal the microphone away just to ramble about every stupid thought that popped into his mind. 
But overall, Katuski does enjoy his company…most of the time.
“-I mean I don’t hate vegetables, but I’m not gonna pick them if I have the choice, y’know? Like if I have the choice between a beautiful bowl of pre-packaged ramen and a fucking green bean, I’m going with the ramen every single time, no question. Oh, but fruit though? That’s a whole different story-”
“Holy shit do you have a FUCKING off button?!” Katsuki shouted to Denki’s spot on the floor, feeling Eijirou give his shoulder a tight squeeze in return. Katsuki whipped his head around to find a disapproving gaze that really pissed him off. “What?! This is supposed to be a movie night, but I haven’t been able to hear the damn thing for it’s entire fucking duration! He’s ruining it!”
“You don’t have to be rude,” Eijirou whispered with a frown. Denki had fallen unusually quiet, and though they couldn’t see his face from their spots up on the couch, they knew what that meant. Katsuki knew what that meant, and damn Eijirou for giving him the ability to feel empathy for others.
Katsuki sighed through a groan, pushing himself off the couch and onto the floor next to Denki. Both were quiet, just sitting next to each other and watching the movie together in an uncomfortable silence.
“I’m sorry for ruining your movie night,” Denki mumbled into his arms which were now propped crossed on his knees. Katsuki pinched his lips together, gaze refusing to avert from the screen.
“You didn’t ruin shit, idiot,” he said, his tone much softer than before. “ Our fault for thinking you could actually be quiet for an hour and a half.”
“Katsuki,” Eijirou threatened from the couch, his inflection enough to make Katsuki realize his mistake in words.
“It was a joke, relax,” Katsuki grumbled like a teen to a scolding parent. Finally looking over at Denki, he started to feel his guilt bubbling to a boil. He cringed hard when he realized what needed to be said, feeling the words practically squirming in his chest with utter discomfort. “I’m…sorry. Okay? I’m sorry,” Katsuki rubbed his face anxiously, basically covering his mouth like it would make his words unheard. “I just like watching shit in silence, alright? Nothing personal, you moron, just…agree to disagree, I guess.”
Denki sat there for a moment. He was letting Katsuki’s apology settle in his system like swallowing a pill he’d never taken before. Bakugou…apologized to him. Actually said the word sorry, and TWICE at that. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.
Denki launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him tightly before Katsuki had the chance to realize he was fucking hugging him. Katsuki quickly shoved him off like he had a disease, but that smile never left Denki’s face.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Sparky! This changes nothing!”
“You like me!” Denki beamed, repeatedly poking at Katsuki’s arm like it would make him realize it himself. “You said sorry, you apologized to me! Kirishima, we’ve gotta throw a party or something, bake me a cake--shit, bake Bakugou a cake! This is a real turn of events, my friends, a real turning point in our friendship if I do say so myself,” Denki sighed happily, criss-crossing his legs and facing Katsuki with a wide smile. “You like me.”
Katsuki growled at the notion. He couldn’t even deny it, the bastard was right. But he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it. 
Then, like his guardian angel was sending him telepathic messages on how to fucking destory this loser, he remembered something. Something very interesting.
Last week, Sero and Denki had been roughhousing on the floor of the common rooms over something Katsuki couldn’t care less to find out about. All he knew was that Denki had been the annoying little shit he always is, and Sero was finally retaliating against it and winning. He had Denki in some weird wrestler hold, his arms held firm behind his back as he kicked and struggled and refused to apologize for whatever annoyance he had caused.
Then, there was a screech. A loud one, followed by bouts of hysterical laughter and far more thrashing than before. Sero was tickling at his ribs with his free hand, fingers never relenting from the one spot he had a firm ticklish grip on. Denki pleaded and begged, and eventually with enough persuasion, Denki apologized. 
Denki is ticklish, and apparently ridiculously so. This could be helpful. This could be vital.
“I suggest you shut your mouth right now before I find that fucking off button myself,” Katsuki threatened, his eyes peering through his brow in the way a predator would before striking its prey.
“Oh c’moooon, you wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” Denki creened through a grin before giggling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Such a little shit, he was really milking this for all it’s worth.
“Not gonna hurt you, fucknuts. But I am gonna make you regret everything you just fucking said,” Katsuki growled before shoving Denki onto his back, the electric blonde letting out a confused yelp as he went down flailing. Katsuki kept his hand pressed firmly on Denki’s chest, pinning him to the floor with ease as he clambered on top. 
“Woah, we turning this duo into a trio or what, KitKat?” Kirishima chided in, having been scrolling on his phone for the past minute before realizing the action that was happening right before his eyes.
“Can it, idiot. I’ve got business to attend to here,” Katsuki growled before turning back to Denki with an evil grin. “You ticklish, Sparkplug?”
Denki’s eyes went wide before immediately throwing his arms around himself to protect his torso. “Nope.”
“Ohoho really? You seem awfully nervous for someone who ain’t ticklish,” Katsuki wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, like a predator about to strike. “And if I recall correctly, Sero had you pretty fuckin’ beat the other day after you tried your luck annoying the shit outta him too.”
Denki’s lips pressed together tightly, the corners wobbling in a vain attempt to keep from giggling already. He shook his head vehemently. “No idea what you’re talking about,” his words came out quick, curling his lips under his teeth as soon as his talking ceased.
“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout I jog your memory a bit; get that pea-brain of yours back up to speed, huh?” Katsuki slowly moved his wiggling fingers down towards Denki’s sides, the electric blonde unable to keep his giggles in any longer as they flowed out of him through puffs of air through his nose and a bouncing chest filled with butterflies. He swatted slapping hands at Katsuki's quickly, trying to both fight back while also protecting himself at the same time. His elbows stayed glued to his ribs while his hands uselessly bat at the weapons of mass destruction easing towards his torso.
“No, nonono nohoho wahahait,” he giggled nervously, having yet to even be tickled but unable to keep it at bay any longer. 
“Nah, it’s too late for that shit,” Katsuki growled before finally striking, fingers pinching strategically at the boy’s sides right below his ribs. Denki screeched, back arching and legs kicking out behind his tormenter as he reached down to grip Katsuki’s wrists and try to push them away, but it was futile. Giggles poured from him with ease, interlaced with squeals when Katsuki’s fingers came just a bit too close to his ribs for comfort.
“Ahahaha! Wahahait, c’mohohon! Dohohon’t!” Denki shook his head, trying to find any relief from that torturously funny sensation Katsuki delivered to him through gentle pinches and scribbles.
That was another thing throwing Denki completely for a loop; Bakugou was being so gentle. He expected rough digging, hard squeezes that would leave him gasping for air and swirling punches. But instead he got agonizingly tame, insanely ticklish pinches that had him already nearly pleading for mercy. 
“Don’t? Please, you asked for this as soon as you tried fucking with me. I was even being nice to you before, idiot. But noooo, you just had to keep poking the damn bear, didn’t you?” Katsuki emphasized his metaphor by sporadically poking all over Denki’s torso, at his belly, then his sides, up to his ribs, and even his chest, which Denki didn’t know could feel as ticklish as it did.
Denki giggled hysterically, squirming like a worm with his arms pulled close, basically giving up the fight and letting Katsuki do as he pleases. He knew he wouldn’t win if he tried, so he might as well let it happen until Bakugou tires himself out with it.
That is, until, Katsuki’s thumbs found their way into the hollows of Denki’s armpits. Denki squealed loudly, his heels digging hard into the carpet with every kick as his head turned to try and smush his red face into the floor beside him. 
“Oh, sweet spot, huh?” Katsuki grinned, thumbs practically glued to that little spot under Denki’s arms that kept the boy cackling and squirming like crazy. “You seeing this, Kiri? Think he’s gonna keep messing with me after this?”
Eijirou chuckled, phone now beside him on the couch as he enjoyed the show before him. “Oh definitely. Guy’s a glutton for punishment.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that after I’m done with him.”
Denki blushed deeply, turning his head towards Kiri and opening a single eye as best he could with his face all scrunched in laughter. “Kirihihieehehe! Pleheheease! Hehehelp me!” he gasped for air through giggles, talking through his hysteria quite the difficult task. “Mahahake him stohohop!” 
“Oh no, absolutely not. You got what’s coming to you, gigglebox, and I’m not interfering with him when he’s like this,” Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh along, the boy’s laughter too contagious to help it.
“You could always help me, y'know? Cause you already know what I’ll do to you if you don’t, gigglebox,” Katsuki sent Eijirou a wicked smile, fingers still tickling the boy under him relentlessly. Eijirou blushed, before getting up from the couch with a sigh.
“Sorry, Denks, nothing personal,” he apologized with a giggle, obviously not sorry in the slightest. He sat down above Denki’s head, giving his hair a little tussle.
“Nohoho! You dohohon’t hahahave to do thihis!” Denki’s squirming increased before letting in a big gasp of air as Katsuki’s assault finally relented, though his arms stayed glued tightly to his sides. “C’mohon, man, we’re friehehends!” 
“Yeah, yeah, we’re friends, man. And no, I don’t have to do this,” Kiri grinned before grabbing Denki’s wrists, trying to pull them up above his head. Denki tried hard to keep them down, unable to keep the giggles to himself in pure anticipation, repeating “nonononohoho!” as he felt Kiri winning the fight for his hands. They came to a standstill when his hands were near his face, Denki pulling hard to keep them down.  “But I kinda want to, y’know?” Kiri giggled, giving Katsuki a look. “A little help, love?”
“No problem,” Katsuki smiled before bringing his fingers up to flutter softly at Denki’s neck and ears. Denki squealed, high-pitched giggles escaping as he struggled to keep his strength, too focused now on trying to protect his neck with his shoulders. This allowed Kiri to finally pull his arms up above his head and pin them there by the wrists, Denki whining loudly and kicking his legs out in protest.
“Plehehease! I’m sorry, okahay, don’t tickle mehehee!” He pleaded, bringing his knees up to drum against Katsuki’s back.
“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Katsuki said before bringing his fingers down to flutter softly against Denki’s armpits through his shirt, the boy squealing and screaming out a “no!” in response before falling helplessly into giggles and cackles. “Plus, this is kinda fun.”
His fingers fluttered and spidered for a while, relishing in Denki’s frantic laughter. Katsuki got bored of the flutters after a while, switching to pinching up and down Denki’s ribcage with gentle precision. 
“Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t, mahahan, plehehease! It tihihickles!” Denki shoved his face into his now raised arm, trying to muffle his giggles and hide his flushed face.
“Damn right it tickles, I’m tickling you,” Katsuki looked at Eijirou with a mocking shake of the head and a sigh. “This fuckin’ guy, amirite?”
“His face is so red, man. I think he’s embarrassed ~,” Kiri cooed down towards Denki’s face, giggling at the squeal his words brought.
“I’m nohohot! I’m nohohohot!” Denki shook his head into his arm, squirming even harder and screaming as one of Katsuki’s hands came up to flutter at the open side of his neck, the other still preoccupied at his ribs.
“He’s tryna deny it, Kiri,” Katsuki tsked before bringing his face closer to Denki’s. “You know what we do to liars around here?”
“Nohoho!” Denki cried, not sure if he was replying to Katsuki’s teasing question or just yelling out his preferred word to cry out in ticklish agony.
“Weeeeee…” Katsuki paused both his sentence and his tickling, his hands standing still in the spots they were last playing with. Denki continued to giggle through his panting breath, body tense in anticipation and eyes squeezed shut tight. Seconds passed and still, nothing. Curiosity killed the cat, but Denki couldn’t help opening one of his eyes hesitantly and looking up at Katsuki’s wicked grin. 
Then, he screamed when Katsuki’s hands shot down quickly to squeeze at his hips, falling yet again into helpless cackles. “...tikitikitikitikitickle them!”
“Ahahahaha gohohohod! Thahat’s sohoho- pppffttt hahahaha! -stuhuhupihihid!” Denki shook his head in protest, kicking and bucking his hips like he could knock off his tickler with one good throw. Obviously it didn’t work, and Katsuki continued to tickle him while staying put like he was riding a bull.
“Oh, you callin’ me stupid now? Do you really think that’s the smartest move to make when I’ve got you squealing like a little girl for saying some stupid shit earlier?’”
“I juhuhust said- gahahahaha nohoho! -thahat you lihihike mehehee!” 
“Yeah and how did that turn out for you?” Katsuki asked before scribbling his hands over Denki’s waist, the boy screeching and giggling frantically in response.
“Bahahahad! Sohoho bahahahd!”
“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki grinned before going back to poking around Denki’s belly, a much easier task now that Denki’s flailing arms were out of the equation. “How’s about we find that little off button we discussed earlier, huh? Maybe we can finally get you to shut your trap for once.”
Eijirou giggled with a shake of his head. “You are so mean, Katsuki.”
“Yeah, yeah, you love it,” Katsuki looked at Denki’s face, grinning at the blush he wore and the giant smile overtaking his features and making his nose scrunch up all cutely. “And from the looks of it, so does this little guy. You enjoyin’ yourself up there, dumbass?”
Denki’s belly bounced through his giggles, much softer than before now that he was just being poked at, but still frantic as his belly was very ticklish. “Nohoho!”
“I think that’s the word of the day. ‘No, no, no,’ it’s all you’ve said since we started this shit. You mean that? You want us to stop? Cause hey, say the word and playtime’s over, Sparkplug.”
For the first time since their little tickle fest started, Denki had nothing to say. Just a response of happy giggles and an even brighter blush that he yet again tried hiding in his arm.
“Well would you look at that! Seems like our friend here has some sense after all,” Katsuki smiled up at Eijirou, who rolled his eyes fondly. The redhead already knew Denki didn’t mind the tickles as much as he loved to claim he did, so he wasn’t surprised in the least to find him happily allowing them to continue the torment. 
Katsuki’s pokes never ceased, like they were still on the hunt. “So, about that off button…” He hummed curiously, his pokes traveling all around his belly, sides, and ribs like in a search. “Oh, I know. How about riiiiiight…here!” He stuck his finger in Denki’s bellybutton, scratching and poking at it gently but very obviously efficiently, as the blonde under him let out a loud squeal before his laughs fell silent. Just a bouncing chest and belly with occasional gasps for air to prove he was still laughing up a storm on the inside.
“Hehey, I think you found it! See, he’s gone all quiet now!” Eijirou boasted, looking down at Denki’s hysterical expression with a chuckle.
“Well ain’t that a relief,” Katsuki said, eyebrows shooting up when Denki’s cackles and shrieks returned in a wild new wave. “Guess we know how to shut him up now. Just a little tickle right in this off-button and we’ve got a nice night of peace and quiet,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, as Denki’s laughter had never been louder than now.
Finally, Katsuki’s assault ceased, giving Eijirou a nod to let his arms go. Denki brought them down over his belly protectively, rolling over on his side to curl into a ball of giggles when Katsuki got off and sat next to him.
“So, you still think I like you, numbnuts?” Katsuki asked, grinning proudly as his boyfriend rubbed Denki’s back.
“Ehehe…yeah, kinda,” Denki looked at Katsuki over his shoulder. “I mean, you did just have a tickle fight with me, man. Not really something non-friends do with each other.”
“Hey, not a tickle fight. I didn’t see you getting any jabs in there, did I?” Katsuki said with a poke to Denki’s side, the boy flinching with a yelp before scooting closer to Eijirou like he’d protect him from mean ‘ole Bakugou.
“Fine, a tickle attack then. Either way…” Denki tilted his head with a smug expression, a smile still very present on his face. “...you totally like me.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes before getting up and plopping himself back on the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll like nothing happened. “Whatever, idiot. Just know who you’re messing with.”
Denki giggled, looking up at Kirishima who shook his head with a fond smile. “Trust me, I am very well aware.”
There was a comfortable silence between the three of them before they all seemed to realize at the same time, it wasn’t actually silent in the room.
The movie was still on.
“Oh fucking hell you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME-“
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A/N : hope y'all enjoyed! im working on another fic rn but don't plan on that coming out super soon, y'all know how long it takes me to write sometimes and i've kinda been drowning in schoolwork lately. college is truly a different experience LMAO. anyways, much love y'all imma go do some homework and hopefully get some sleep tonight.
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shoto-lee · 6 months
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Tickletober Day 5 - Accidental
lee!kaminari / ler!iida
Summary: Iida helps Kaminari paint his body to resemble a skeleton for Halloween. He quickly finds out by accident that his paintbrush is quite the tickling tool...
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"Stay...still... I'm nearly done..."
Kaminari harshly bit his lip, praying that Iida would hurry up with the painting.
"How did you even come up with this idea?" Iida asked, stroking his thin, kid-sized paintbrush down Kaminari's collarbone. "Why not just buy a costume? You really want to paint your whole face like a skeleton?"
"Well, yes... It's creative, right?"
Iida nodded, trying to focus himself entirely on making sure every glide of his brush and every color placed on Kami's skin was perfect. He tilted his head and dragged the brush dipped in black paint down his friend's neck. Then swiftly up and down in order to fill in the space.
Kaminari fiddled with his fingers, trying to hide his growing smile.
"Can you huhurry uhuhap?!"
Iida sighed, drawing white lines to resemble Kaminari's bones quicker and quicker, trying his best to hurry up the process.
Kaminari gripped his pants, trying to contain his laughter. His neck was extra sensitive - maybe even a tad bit ticklish...
"I'm hurrying, Kaminari. You understand that this is a lenghty p-"
"Ohohkahay! I knohow! Juhust pahaint ehelsewhere..." Kaminari interrupted, letting out a few giggles.
Rude... Iida looked Kaminari stern in the eyes and continued painting the same area on his neck, filling in the area with black.
"Kaminari. I have a question." Iida had suspected something for a while, ever since he'd seen his friend struggling to keep a straight face.
"Yehehes?"
"Are you ticklish? I'm just curious as to why when I drag my brush here,-" He swirled the tool inside the right dip of Kaminari's neck. The yellow-haired boy chuckled and swatted away at Iida's hand.
"-you laugh." Iida finished.
Kaminari blushed. How did Iida figure that out so quickly? He thought he'd done a good job at hiding it... Guess not.
"Nooo, I'm nohahahot tihicklish! It just feels... weird." He explained, looking down to his lap.
Obviously, no part of what he had just said was believable.
Iida nodded, now finishing his work on Kaminari's neck. Moving onto his face, the ticklish feelings were gone. Something inside of Iida missed the cute giggles and laughs from earlier.
"Y'know, this is gonna look so coo-HOHOOL!"
Iida jabbed Kaminari's side with a finger, causing a jolt down his spine.
"Not ticklish, huh?" Iida teased, letting his index finger wiggle under Kaminari's arm. The boy yelped and clamped his arm down, trapping Iida's single finger to tickle his armpit as much as he'd like. And tickle he did...
Kaminari tried to grab Iida's hand, but was caught off guard by another few fingers pinching at his ribs. Iida had put his paintbrush down and picked up a new task. Extracting as many giggles from his friend as he could.
"I never realized how ticklish you really are."
"I'm nohOHOt! I swehehear, I'm nAHAHOHOt tihicklish!" Kaminari lied, almost falling out of his chair as he felt both of Iida's hand travel under his shirt and scribble against his belly. He strategically used his fingernails to enhance the tickling.
"Iida, gehehet ahawayaha! I'm gohohonna cryahaheh!" Kaminari pleaded, weakly flailing his hands around, hoping to get those two mischievous hands away from his stomach.
Iida removed his hands from Kaminari's belly and inspected his eyes, to make sure he wasn't actually crying.
"Don't you dare mess up my painting with your tears, Kaminari!" He shouted, running to get a paper towel.
When he got back, Kaminari was missing from his seat. Iida looked around, to see him magically appear behind him - seeking revenge...
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A/N: i've decided that i won't be doing a fic for every day of tickletober, and the ones that i do write probably won't correspond with the prompt of the day! i'm just gonna choose the prompts i like and have fun with writing them
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sleepysheepytea · 1 year
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Day 16 - New Discovery - @/august-anon
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I did a collab with @slyscribbles​ !! pls pls go read his fic omg it’s so honking cute
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wreckingtickles · 6 months
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Kaminari & Mx Rake (NSFW)
In which Kaminari learns that electricity and water don't mix.
The Auction Masterlist
Words: 4,274
Water slides. From that singular observation, Kaminari’s short-circuited brain began reconstructing its usual patterns. That thing is a water slide. And so is that one. When did I last go to a water park? Summer, was Kiri there? And Kyoka? That’s a very small water slide. It’s not a real one. It’s a model. So many water slide models. Functioning, with water running down them. Why are there so many water slide models in this room?
Why I am in this room?
The ceiling and walls alike were draped in darkness, so Kaminari had no idea how large the room actually was. He could only make out the gray floor, concrete-like, and dozens, if not hundreds of colorful water slide models of different sizes and shapes. All of them poured water directly onto the ground.
But far more alarming was the fact that he was fully restrained, wearing aught safe for a pair of bright yellow boxers and white ankle socks. He was lying on his back on some padded apparatus, his legs raised vertically and his knees bent so his shins were parallel to his torso, if at a higher elevation. His ankles were enclosed in two padded metal rings topping spikes firmly planted into the ground. Similar tools held his biceps and wrists, which were bent so they were just above his head, and connected to a metal ring around his forehead that prevented him from lifting his head. Two leather straps secured to his inner thighs prevented him from bucking or sliding up and down the padded device he was lying on.
The moment he realized he was restrained, the gale of memories came rushing back, and he remembered the horrid tickling he’d experienced earlier. He started struggling against his binds with no second thoughts. He had a slimmer build than many of his more muscular classmates – Greek god Kirishima, V-shaped Bakugo, stocky Midoriya, broad-chested Ojiro – but he was no less toned, with slightly broader shoulders than swimmer-bodied Todoroki, though that still failed to score him babes. In fact, his classmates had all grown quite fed up with him constantly flashing his abs to impress the girls, which was how the latter found out his abdominal muscle was off-the-charts ticklish.
And as his lean muscles bulged fruitlessly, he heard a splash. He froze in terror, and between his raised thighs he saw a tall shadow standing mere inches away from the lower half of his body. The shadow leaned down, bringing into view a mask that was like a massive deer skull, massive antlers sprouting from its top.
“Calm yourself, Yellow. None shall hurt thee,” both threatened and promised a deep, echoing voice.
“Don’t tickle me. Please, mister, don’t tickle me anymore!”
“Mixter. I am called Mx Rake.”
“Mixter Rake, please, sire, please please please, let me go, don’t tickle me, I can’t stand it, I’ll die, please!”
“Thou shan’t perish. Thou shan’t even be hurt. The plain crown thou wearest shan’t allow thee to fulminate thine brain.”
“Please no, please… What?”
“The thing around your head won’t let you short-circuit yourself, you dumbass!” snapped Mx Rake.
That was very bad, actually. It meant Kaminari would be fully conscious through his torture. He resumed mewling with even more fervor. “Please please don’t tickle me, I’ll do anything!!!”
“Anything?” enquired the voice pensively.
“Yes, anything!” Kaminari would have nodded furiously if his restraint allowed it.
“Wouldst thou lend thy services in titillating thine friends till they lost consciousness?”
“Yes!” exclaimed Kaminari, starting enthusiastically, then doubt creeping in the last letter.
“Who wouldst thou torment? Red?”
“No, Kirishima’s my friend! Granted, he might enjoy it…”
“Orange?”
“Oh god no, he’d kill me!”
“Green? Gray? Pink?”
Denki stayed silent and gulped. None of them deserved it.
“Mayhaps White? Or Black?”
Kaminari really didn’t know Inasa and Shindo well enough to feel much sympathy for their current predicament… or so he thought before they were offered up as alternative victims. What kind of hero would accept that offer?
“No. I won’t do it. Do your worst,” he forced himself to say with as resolute a face he could put on.
“I am pleased. Forsooth, your agreeance would not have spared thee mine fingers,” uttered the shadow, two long arms protruding from its dark form, massive hands tipped by metal claws.
Denki went pale. “No no no, I changed my mind, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”
“Too late,” proclaimed the figure as the hands retracted… and all 10 claws immediately got to work scratching at the bottom of Kaminari’s socked soles.
Kaminari instantly burst into laughter. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHEHEERE!!!”
“Wouldst thou favor a different target?” teased the shadow, fully aware that Kaminari was in no condition to understand irony.
“HAHAHAGAHAHAHH HAHAHA HAHAHHA AHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!”
Denki’s classmates had noted how he’d always scream at the top of his lungs when he was tickled. It didn’t matter where or how, if it tickled even a little bit, Denki was out. It was like he was fully unable to rein in his response, even when the tickling wasn’t as bad… and from what he remembered, the metal claws raking at his arches weren’t even half as bad as what his abs had experienced prior to his last short-circuit.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA IHIHIT TIIIICKLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!!” he shouted as Mx Rake focused on his arches more, which he’d found to be more sensitive than the balls of his feet and his heels, scratching down repeatedly and giving extra love to Denki’s instep.
“To what extent does it ‘tickle’? Answer me.”
“HAHHAHAHAHAHAA! TOOMUAHHAHAHAHAHACH! HAHHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA GHAGHAGHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!”
“Answer me, or thou shalt be tickled forevermore.”
“A THOHAHAHAHHAHA! A THAHAHAHAHAHOUSAHAHAHAHND!!! TEHEHEN THOHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!! ONE MIHIHIHLLLLIOHOHHOHOHNNN!” Denki tried to answer mid-hysterics.
“Comprised between 1 and 10, the number of the claws currently scratching under your wiggling toes.”
“HAHHAAHHAAH TEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!! TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAH TEHEHEHEHEEHN TEHEHEHEN!!”
“It does not, Yellow. I know it,” replied the shadow matter-of-factly as the metal claws raked at the white cotton. Denki could curl his feet and even wiggle them from side to side, but Mx Rake didn’t mind. They weren’t his primary target; and once he’d start really being mean, restraints wouldn’t matter, he’d been assured.
Short on stamina as he was, Denki’s struggling became weaker, though no less desperate, same as his laughter: as Mx Rake had been informed, that confirmed that his feet weren’t even that ticklish.
Even so Denki screamed “NIIHIHIHHIIHIHIIHHINE! NIHIHHHIHAHHAAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH NINIHIHAHHAHAHANINE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
The shadow didn’t relent. “Dost thou seek to deceive me, child?”
“NO NONO HAHAH NOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NAOAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Not even Denki knew if he was answering Mx Rake’s question. “EHEHEHEHEIGHT!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIGHHIHIHIHIHIHI!!”
“Such underhanded machinations warrant more torment,” proclaimed the shadow’s rumbling voice, thundering even above Denki’s crazed laughter, immediately before he went back to scratching at Denki’s insteps, causing his tortured vowels to stretch even longer.
“GHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! SEHEHEHEHEHEVEEHEHHEHHHE!!! SEHEHEHEHHEEHVEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“Thou needst to speak clearly, Yellow.”
No. Not these stupid games. He hated the, hated being teased about his ticklishness, but even more, he loathed being asked to do something while being tickled, because he simply couldn’t. And yet… he’d got enough training from Bakugo and Kirishima that he managed to eke out a “HAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH! SEHEHEHEHEHEHEVHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAH! SEHEVEN! SEVEHEN!!!!”
Surprised, Mx Rake actually paused, and Denki never thought he’d find himself being grateful for the tickling his two sadistic friends put him through on a semi-regular basis.
“That is correct,” confirmed the shadow, though that didn’t sound at all right to Denki. With a flash of fire and Sulphur, a partially unrolled scroll appeared in Mx Rake’s large, clawed hand. “I hold thine ‘Tickle Chart’, Yellow. Your feet rank a 7. Only thine armpits and chest art less sensitive. Thou art a ticklish one, verily.”
Normally Kaminari would have flushed with embarrassment, but now he was groing even paler. Because that wasn’t just information, it was a threat. Or worse yet, a promise.
“No more, please I--"
“Silence!” command Mx Rake, his clawtips making contact with the cotton again. Denki whimpered and complied.
“Thine luck is bountiful, Yellow, for my targets art few,” proclaimed the shadow, and Denki almost dared to be relieved. “Where thine good fortune be deficient, however…” Mx Rake began as his arm stretched several meters to grab at the closest water slide model. He lifted it over Denki’s right foot, letting the water it spontaneously produced run down the cotton of his sock. “…is thine own power.”
Denki didn’t understand, but he kept his mouth obediently shut. The water was almost soothing, washing out the lingering phantom tickles and cooling down a body part that had got far too much heat.
When his right foot was thoroughly drenched, Mx Rake tipped the water slide so it’d do the same to the left. The fabric grew more tight-fitting, though Kaminari knew from first-hand experience that being tickled on his bare feet would have been worse… especially with those hellish metal claws, and that was before his own damned Quirk reacted to it!
When Mx Rake laid the water slide back on its pedestal, Denki’s nerves got the best of him. “What are you going to do?”
“Demonstrate,” replied the shadow, and suddenly, all ten claws were back to work ruining Kaminari’s life, scratching at the damp cotton that had taken a pink hue.
“GHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH ANANANANANANAHAHAHAH!!!! NAHAHAAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHANOHOHAHAHAT AGAAHAHAHAHAHAINN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!!”
Denki’s laughter came back full-force… and it would stay much, much longer. For where Mx Rake was still somewhat exploring before, he was now honing in on the most ticklish pots on Denki’s soles, meaning his arches and, especially, his insteps bore the brunt of his fury. The shadow only ever targeted his heels, or the balls of his foot, or his toes when he sensed that Kaminari was getting too accustomed to that targeted torment, and would switch back as soon as the sensations were fresh once more.
Denki laughed, screamed, begged, promised as the minutes tickled by, but Mx Rake took his loquaciousness to mean that he was nowhere near his true breaking point. So he kept tickling, raking, scratching, until…
Clck. Zzap! Zzap!
Sparks began arcing off Kaminari’s drenched socks, crackling as the metal fingers made contact… and Kaminari experienced a completely new sensation: every single micron of his feet being poke-tickled at once. His laughter, which had been diminishing, skyrocketed. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHAHA HAHAHHA HAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
His Quirk was tickling him. But not just focusing on the same spots as the metal claws like before, no. It was wreaking havoc over his entire sole.
Water. That was what the water was for. It was conducting his electricity, and tickling the hell out of him as it did. It was almost like being bombarded with insanely ticklish vibrations, but that wasn’t quite it, because the sensation was much more uneven than that; and through it, he could still distinctly make out the metal claws, like ten dazzling lines in a luminous sky.
Even so, he missed them retracting several minutes after the thunderstorm began, because even when Mx Rake stopped tickling him, his own sparks didn’t, ensuring his soles would remain shrouded in a ticklish cloud that fully dispersed about a minute afterwards – which was experienced as much longer by Denki himself.
Overdramatic as always, he was left panting and whimpering as ticklish tears rolled down the sides of his head and along the peaks and valleys of his ears. His neck cramped from the effort to raise his head so he could get a better look at what Mx Rake was doing to his feet, but his restraints ensured that his feet would be at the very bottom edge of his vision, taunting him.
Suddenly, one of the water slide models was hovering right above his face.
“Drink,” commanded the shadow before water flowed the model into Denki’s parched mouth. “Thou art parched, art thou not?” he asked and, without allowing Denki to answer, he positioned the model on a pedestal right next to the electric blond; in fact, the shadow hadn’t remained idle while Kaminari was busy tickling himself, as all the models were now looming much closer to him on their pedestals, pouring water to the sides.
Mx Rake snapped his fingers, and all the water slides rotated, pouring water directly on Denki’s body, cooling him off and drenching him from the shoulders down.
“Thanks,” uttered Denki before he could stop himself. With all that thrashing and screaming, he had worked up quite a sweat. Granted, the feeling of the drenched underwear clinging to his most private parts wasn’t altogether pleasant, especially as they made his barely concealed form even less obscure…
“Hast thou not comprehended yet?” asked the shadow, and though his deer-skull could not smile, Denki recognized his bemused tone. That’s when it dawned on him.
The shadow relished in the horror that showed on his face. “Endeavour to restrain your power, should thou wish to forestall utter torment.”
“No, no wait, you can’t--!” started Kaminari before being abruptly cut off by all ten metal claws landing on his outstretched, vulnerable, terribly ticklish abs. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HAHAHA HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH AHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHA AHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Though even louder, Denki’s laughter was, perhaps surprisingly, lower-pitched: that was because all performative agony was gone. What Kaminari was feeling was genuine, unadulterated ticklish agony, and the laughter bursting forth nothing other than the sound of a ticklishness 10 spot being exploited by capable, metal-tipped fingers.
The hands were so large and the fingers so long that they could cover the whole expanse of Denki’s stomach with ease, from the waistband of his soaked underwear to his sternum, side-to-side; and what was even worse, each of them could move independently from the others, so one thumb was circling and dipping into his bellybutton while three other fingers raked at his lowest set of abs, just above his waist, while other fingers still ran up and down his lats and along the bottom of his ribcage.
It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. Only that time Sero had taped him to the common room floor and all their classmates had ganged up on him with rubber gloves compared, and barely. they had been vicious, but not many had been this skilled, this precise. And somehow, throughout it all, he was supposed to hold off his Quirk?!
The scratching got faster, even faster, and Denki dipped into silent laughter, and somehow he knew it hadn’t even been 10 seconds, so he forced himself to laugh himself crazy again, because even that tiny bit of release helped him fend off the spontaneous manifestations of his own Quirk, the weapon that the metal claws and water would turn on him…
“……………………………………………..HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
It was thanks to all that hostage training, controlling his Quirk so he wouldn’t harm the pretend-civilians, that he’d been able to hold out that long, when normally his shocks would have freed him from the hands of any sadistic classmate. The effort was superhuman…
As he kept raking at his taut belly, drawing the outline of each muscle, savoring the vibrating mirth, Mx Rake leaned down, his deer-skull mask an inch from Kaminari’s mirth-filled eyes, and he proclaimed “20 seconds have passed. 20 minutes still.”
Two things happened almost simultaneously. First, sparks began to trickle out of Denki’s skin, attracted by the metal fingers, and making the tickling that much more unbearable; and since Denki was already at his breaking point, that extra dose of torture tipped him over the edge, and he short-circuited: the whole room was lit by a flash as thunder crackled…
But he didn’t derp out: the circlet holding down his head sent the electricity back down his body, and a massive surge of ticklishness enveloped him from the neck down.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHA……………………………… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH AHHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
What came out of him could barely be called laughter, it was mirth-filled shrieking. His everything tickled: his feet, knees – god, his knees – thighs, torso, even the underwear-clad portion, everything was subjected to agonizing ticklish vibrations, pure and unfiltered. And even through all that, he could feel the claws trace their horrid patterns on the sensitive skin of his stomach.
Mx Rake made sure to make every single promised second the absolute worst it could be, the ever-changing patterns on Kaminari’s abs never allowing themselves to falter below the cloud of sensation that his own Quirk was inflicting on him, and kept inflicting on him for a solid few minutes after the promised time elapsed.
As soon as Kaminari was able to feel surprise again, he marveled that he made it through without passing out, since being tickled for that long and that hard without short-circuiting was uncharted territory for him. There be monsters.
But the second surprise was unveiled to him by the shadow’s tilted head, as Kaminari realized that among all the soreness of his thrashing, there was unexpected tension.
Kaminari was hard. Not a half-assed boner, he was fully erect in his soaked, still crackling underwear, or he would have been if the yellow fabric allowed him to grow to his full length – average, maybe even slightly above average, though he felt small.
He instantly knew what happened. That fucking water. His nipples weren’t ticklish, though his groin was a bit, but the continuous discharge had had a secondary effect on those areas, one that he hadn’t been able to focus on while every strand of laughter was pulled out of him.
“A surprise, to be sure. Yet a welcome one,” muses Mx Rake, his massive palms resting on the inner side of each of Denki’s thighs.
“It’s!! It’s not my fault, the electricity--!!” protested Denki, but the shadow’s imperious palm silenced him.
“Wishest thou for deliverance?” ask the hollow eyes. Kaminari doesn’t understand the literal meaning of those words, but the amused tone is eloquent enough.
Kaminari mouths unintelligible words before a timid “N-No!” He’d always had to take care of his own arousal. Well, there was that one time where he was so desperate he almost asked Kirishima to help him out, he knew his friend wouldn’t judge him… but he certainly wasn’t going to say yes to some shadow demon or whatever hell-bent on tickling him!
Mx Rake nodded, and two water slides swiveled, drenching Denki’s chest, each stream aimed directly at one nipple.
“I shall bide my time, then. A thousand rotations, I would say.”
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“GGGGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! OKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAHAHAHHAHAKOKHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!” desperately pleaded Kaminari as 4 fingers completed their thousandth rotation along his lower belly, while the other 6 glided clockwise along the edge of his ribcage, which he’d painfully learned was the most sensitive spot on his extremely ticklish midsection.
Throughout the rotations, the water slides had kept pouring water on his nipples, which crackled with electricity. Kaminari wasn’t normally ticklish there, and the light tickles he felt were perfectly negligible compared to the electric hell that were his abs, with the metal claws acting as lighting rods that further enhanced his torment… but another part of him was responding very strongly to the attention to his erect nubs, soaking his damp underwear with pre-cum.
But even stronger than the endlessly frustrated arousal was the need for those damn claws to leave his horribly sensitive abs alone. He’d come to regret every single crunch he’d done.
“HHAGHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!! DEHEHEHELIVER DEHEHEHEHELIVEROOOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!”
The clawtips stopped for a moment, though the electricity kept crackling.
“A thousand more rotations.”
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Kaminari had never been that exhausted, sweaty, or horny. In fact, he was convinced the arousal built by the relentless nipple stimulation was the only thing keeping him awake. That and the discomfort of the damp underwear constraining his erection.
“Wilst thou embrace deliverance?” thundered the echoing voice.
Denki tried to nod, too tired and raspy to answer, but the circlet prevented it. So, eyes closed, he simply mouthed his answer.
A splash of cold water on his nether regions revitalized him, the slight pressure more than enough to wreak havoc on his excited system.
But his eyes opened when he felt the claws on his abs once again.
“No, please…!” he whimpered as the claws glided ever so lightly, ever so slowly up and down his ticklish flesh.
“I have paid the toll. I am owned my time in full,” lashed the shadow, but his touch remained gentle. It wasn’t pleasant by any definition, except it wasn’t anywhere near as torturous as before, but it forced Denki to maintain a steady stream of giggling, on the very cusp of laughter but without getting enough stimulation to be allowed that release.
It didn’t take long for Denki’s Quirk to manifest again, and he gasped when the tickling intensified and the vibrations spread to his groin.
“Oh. Oh… ohohahaha oh! Ohhahaha oh! Oh! Oh!”
Even as it was indirectly fueling his arousal, the tickling was also distracting Kaminari from it. Those claws, those damned claws…
But the electricity around his cock felt so good, like a vibrating sleeve, that he didn’t know what to beg for. He kept moaning and chuckling for what to him was an unbearably long time, but was really probably less than a minute, until…
“Ohoho ha haha oh! Oh! O—Ooooooooooohnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh! OH! OH! OH! OH!!!” he cried as he spurted in his underwear, the pressure being far too much, and for those massive seconds, the claws almost felt pleasant on his skin…
And as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him, Denki passed out.
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When Kaminari opened his eyes again, he was lying face-down on the wet floor, elbows propped up, belly adhering to the cold surface, and his cock… wait, his cock was dangling through it?! Like in some sort of hole filled with liquid. Why was he naked?!
He was secured to the ground through his forearms, waist, thighs, and ankles, so he looked like his plank position crumbled and he’d remained stuck there.
He looked around. No water slides. No shadow. Nothing. He’s alone. Or so he thought until he glanced down and saw a deer skull looking back at him from below the surface. The antlers pierced the water, rising up from the ground, the head, until it was level with Kaminari’s.
“Please. Let me go,” begged the blond, though he already knew he wasn’t getting any mercy.
“I have paid the toll. Thine vanishing spells shan’t keep thee from what I’m owed.”
And the cold touch of the metal claws makes itself known once more, dragging up and Kaminari’s exposed buttocks.
“Oh no come on no no, nohot there!”
“It shan’t be there,” Mx Rake responds, oozing mischief. The claws trail down Kaminari’s legs…
“Oh no wait wahahait!!” Kaminari panics as they glide down his kneepit, stopping at the top of his shin muscle.
“I have stopped.”
“Nonononono, keep goihing!!! Tickle my feet, my, my armpits, my thighs, my belly – no wait, not my belly--”
“Thou hidest more than one ten,” remarks Mx Rake, and he reverses course, dragging the claws up Denki’s kneepits, then down again…
“NonoNOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
All control lost right away, sparks immediately fly off Denki’s buttocks, traveling along the water’s edge so they crackle against his balls, waist, and much more tragically, his abs; and down into the water, enveloping his entire flaccid length.
“GOOOOOHAHAHAHAAHAD!!! HAHAHA HHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!”
Thus begins a new cycle where Mx Rake gently glides his claws up and down Denki’s kneepits, often lingering just beneath it, in the interstice between the two muscles, which is just as sensitive, just as torturous as his abs; and as Kaminari laughs his head off, sparks fly, stimulating Denki’s abs again, as well as his scrotum and his entire length, soon growing into an erection, which makes it even more sensitive.
The ticklish agony slows it down, but the arousal keeps building up, up, a two-steps-forward-one-step-back proposition between the two contrasting pulls that keep Denki on the edge for way, way, way longer than he’s ever experienced – then again, he’s never been tickled that hard or that long either…
Until the pressure is too much, and Mx Rake hears his voice cut off abruptly. He doesn’t need to see the blond’s slack jaw or his unfocused pupils to know what’s going on, he simply continues wreaking havoc on those kneepits and shins, so Denki’s Quirk will continue to torment his abs and cock… allowing him to discover just how much more ticklish one gets after an orgasm, especially on their cock.
Denki screams, laughs, coughs, wheezes, hiccups, but the shadow doesn’t stop for one moment, and neither do the sparks. And when Denki feels himself growing hard again, having learned what will be in store for him once he cums, he begs Mx Rake not to let him cum, which is tantamount to pleading with him to stop with twice as much emphasis, so it’s all wasted effort.
Kaminari peaks again, and again, and again; all struggling, laughter and even pleasure steadily leaving him, but still, Mx Rake doesn’t stop; when he knows his time is almost up, he sets up one of his trusted water slide models so the water will run down Denki’s back and into his buttcrack, gifting him a more powerful and ticklish orgasm that rouses him from his near stupor, before he passes out once again.
When the Interdimensional Auctioneer appeared to set Denki free and return him to his world, he notices that Mx Rake still has a little time left.
The shadow’s voice betrays a smile. “I am satisfied. Keep the change. Mayhaps I shall reclaim those remaining few minutes in the future.”
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gingerlee-holds · 2 years
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"A Monster, huh~?"
This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like it, don’t read it ^^
This is based on this prompt from @eunchancorner:
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(Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Kaminari)
Eun requested this for her birthday, and i decided to binge four seasons of MHA to properly get a feel for the characters heehee
Triggers: Nothing but fluff baby (well maybe swearing)
Enjoy!! Reblog please cuz likes do nothing ^^
Kirishima heard a knock at his door. He delivered one last parting blow to the punching bag and walked to the door. He leaned against it, smiling to himself. 
"Password?" He called through.
He heard his boyfriend sigh. "Red Riot, Future Number One Hero."
"Why, if it isn't my dear Kaminari, come to visit!"
Kaminari groaned playfully. "Just lemme in already!"
Kirishima giggled as he opened the door, pulling the electric hero in for a quick kiss before tossing him gently onto the bed.
"W-woah! Eager, huh?" Kaminari chuckled as the red-haired hero straddled his waist. 
"Am I not allowed to miss my boyfriend~?" With that, Eijiro collapsed onto Kaminari, snuggling up close to him. 
Denki smiled as he held the red-haired hero close. "Whatever, cutie!"
They cuddled like that for a while, talking about nothing significant. Kirishima and Kaminari's conversations were always as aimless as they were scatterbrained, quickly jumping around from one topic to another. Eventually, their ramblings died down, and silence filled the room. Kirishima was the one to finally say something.
"Hey, Kaminari?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you ticklish?"
Every muscle in Kaminari's body tensed up. Truth be told, he was indeed ticklish, embarrassingly so. Yet, in his arms at that very moment was Kirishima, Class 1-A's infamous tickle monster, who had wrecked most of their classmates at some point or another. He clamped his mouth shut tighter when he felt Eijiro tapping his fingers against his sides idly.
"I'm waiting, Kami~."
To get out of this situation, Denki would have to think fast, and think fast he did. He let off a quick electric shock to his boyfriend, nothing more painful than a static shock from a doorknob, purely to catch Kirishima off-guard, allowing him to escape. He ran out the door, taking off down the hallway like a lightning bolt.
"Oh, now you're in for it! I'm gonna wreck your shit, Pikachu!!" Kirishima ran after his boyfriend, staying close on his heels. 
"No, no, no!! Lemme go!!" Despite his pleas for mercy, anticipatory giggles began spilling out of him. 
"Hey, Kirishima! Whatcha up to?" Eijiro looked off to his side and saw Sero running beside him to his left. 
"This punk needs tickles! Care to help me out a bit?"
"Oh, it'd be my pleasure! Anything to help you cut someone down to size!" Sero sent out a quick blast of tape, which ensnared Kaminari's leg, stopping him in his tracks. He hopped on one foot goofily, trying to shake the tape off. 
"No, no! That was a dirty trick!" 
Sero smiled and gave a hard tug to the tape, making Kaminari spin right into Kirishima's arms. "Why, thank you very much, Sero! I owe you one!"
"No need! Have fun with him, Kaminari!" He walked away, happy to have helped out.
"Say thank you to Sero for helping me~" Kirishima teased, nibbling softly on Kaminari's neck.
"AH-! OKAHAY-!! Thahank youhuhuhuhu, Sehehheehero!!!"
"Good boy~! Now let's get back to my room, yeah~?" Eijiro carried the electric hero back to his room, holding him tightly despite his vain wriggling. He laid him down on the bed, straddled his waist, and pinned his arms under his knees. "I hope you know that I'm not gonna go easy on you, dear~."
"Youhuhuhu vihihihhillahain!"
"You must clearly not want mercy, huh~?" With that, Kirishima scribbled at Kaminari's soft belly. The electric hero squealed and began cackling loudly. 
"NAHAHAHAHA!! KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHI!!!"
"Nuh uh~! You had your chance! You could have just answered my question, but no, you had to use your quirk on me! How rude~!"
"IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHRRYHYHYHY!!"
"Oh, I forgive you, dear! I still gotta tickle you, though~."
"NOHOHOHO FIHIHIHIHINGERS!!!"
"No fingers~?" Kirishima giggled. "Very well! I won't use my fingers~!" He leaned down and placed dozens and dozens of kisses on his boyfriend's belly, making him blush as red as his hair. 
"WHAAHHAHAA!!! THAHAHAHAHAT'S WOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!!!"
"So picky~! I'm not going to listen to you if you're just gonna say that you don't like these tickles, because I can tell that you love them~! You haven't told me to stop yet, after all~!"
Kaminari blushed even more and stammered out an excuse through giggles. However, those were swiftly replaced by cackles when his boyfriend's kisses turned to cheeky nibbles. 
"EHEHEHEHEHEHEIJIHIHIRO!!!!" Denki squealed and writhed around on the bed, trying desperately to escape Kirishima's dastardly nibbling. 
"Omnomnomnomnom!!" the red-haired hero teased as he very gently nibbled and kissed all over the sensitive skin. 
"YOUHUHU'RE AHAHAHA MOHOHOHHOHONSTER!!!" Kaminari covered his face with one hand, using the other to try to push his boyfriend's head away. 
"A monster, huh~?" Kirishima placed a big raspberry on his belly button. 
"FAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAACKKKK!!!!"
"Ooo~! You love raspberries, huh~? Do they make ya feel all tingly inside?
"LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIHI'M BEHEHEHHEING SHOHOHOHOCKED!!!"
"Oh, yeah! That makes sense!" Kirishima raspberried repeatedly, not letting up until Kaminari's laughter got wheezy and tears were falling down his cheeks.
"Okay, okay, I'll let up, cutie!" Kirishima got out of his shirt and spooned his boyfriend close, not stopping the tickles entirely. He gently traced hearts, smiley faces, and lightning bolts on his belly. "Didja like that~?"
"M-mhmhm!" Kaminari giggled as he nodded, nestling into Kirishima's strong arms. 
"Aww~! You must be sleepy after all that, huh~?" 
"Y-yeheahh..." Kaminari yawned.
Something suddenly popped into Kirishima's head, and he stopped the tickling. "Hey, by the way, why did you come in here at first?" 
"Oh, yeah! Thank you for reminding me!" The electric hero turned around and held Kirishima close, kissing him softly. "Just needed a kiss from ya!" 
They giggled, and Kirishima joked, "Well, I think you got a bit more than you bargained for, Pikachu~!" 
Kaminari yawned as he nestled his head under his boyfriend's chin. "I'd say so..."
Kirishima melted at the sight of Kaminari looking so cute. "Goodnight, dear~. Sleep well~," Kirishima said soothingly. He rubbed the electric hero's back, kissing the top of his head and gently nuzzling his face in the soft yellow hair. 
"Night, Kiri..." Needless to say, Kaminari had very, very tickly dreams that night. 
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kusuguricafe · 9 months
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Denki Makes a Splash!
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A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you're having a fun summer ⛱️☀️
Summary: Denki’s pitfall prank goes awry—will the UA girls be able to turn the tides?
Characters: lee!Kaminari, lers Momo, Jirou, and Mina (Sero cameo)
“You guuyyys,” Mina whined, “I forgot my towel!
Class 1A had taken a well earned trip to the beach to relax and have some summer fun. Most of the students were busy putting on sunscreen or setting up their beach towels and umbrellas.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Momo started, “I can just make one for yo—”
“WAIT! Look over there! Is that mine? It looks just like it!”
Sure enough, a hot pink and black zebra striped towel lay upon the sandy beach before Mina and Momo. The two walked over to inspect it.
“Yep, that’s definitely mine. I accidentally burnt a couple small holes into it right here, see?” Mina gestured towards the edge of her towel.
Momo nodded. “I wonder how it got here.”
“You know, this is actually a pretty nice spot.”
“Shall we set up here?”
“Hey! Wait for me, you two!” Jirou called out.
“Jirooouuu! We’re gonna set up heaaAAAAHH!!” Mina plopped down onto her towel and, to her surprise, plummeted a few feet before hitting the bottom of a sandy pitfall.
“Oh my! Mina! Are you alright?” Momo exclaimed.
“Mina!?” Jirou cried.
“I-I’m fine! Just uh, a little stuck!”
“Hold on one second,” Momo said as she began to create a rope ladder. “Jirou! Be a doll and come help me hold this for her, will you?”
“Coming!”
“Ha! I can’t believe she actually fell for it!” Denki snickered from behind a nearby rock.
“She really fell for it, huh?” Sero quipped.
Jirou’s earphone jacks perked up at that all-too-familiar squeaky laughter. “KAMINARI!!” she roared, facing his direction.
“Crap—quick, let’s go!”
Denki and Sero bolted in different directions.
“Once we pull her out of here, you’re dead!” Jirou shouted, “DEAD! You hear me!?
Momo and Jirou managed to hold the rope ladder steady enough for Mina to successfully climb up out of the pit, towel and all.
“Thank you guys!! Jirou, did you see Denki?”
“No, but I heard the little punk. He would have had access to your room at some point before we all left, right? I bet he’s the one behind this.”
“You’re probably right,” Momo sighed, “He’s always pulling stunts like this.”
“I say we take revenge,” Jirou declared. “Who’s with me?”
“I am.” Momo raised her hand.
“Aye, aye, captain!” Mina saluted.
“Let’s make sure that loser gets a taste of his own medicine!”
And so the hunt began. The three girls headed in the direction where Jirou had heard him. After several minutes of searching and asking around, they still had yet to find him. Until…
“Do you guys see that yellow thing in the water?” Momo asked.
Mina and Jirou looked over towards the ocean.
“I think I can see his signature black lightning bolt! C’mon!” Mina urged.
The trio started running towards the sea. Kaminari’s familiar outline became clearer the closer they got.
“There you are!” Jirou yelled.
Already in their bathing suits, the girls ran into the water after him.
“Ah! Stay back!! Or I, I…! I’ll sneeze!”
“You can’t do that, you idiot! You’ll shock everyone else along with us!” Jirou exclaimed.
“Oh, r-right… WHA! W-wait! Jirou! You can’t just drag me out of here!”
“Help me out, Momo, Mina!”
“On it!” Mina said, grabbing Denki’s other arm.
Momo quickly made a lasso and tossed it his way.
“Oh, come on!” Denki cried, “There’s no way you just lassoed me!!”
The three girls managed to pull the poor boy back to shore.
“We’ve got you now!” Jirou said.
“What are you gonna do with me?” Denki asked nervously.
“Let’s toss him into the hole!” Mina said.
“Good idea!” Momo agreed.
“Better yet, let’s bury him in it!” Jirou suggested.
“Bury me??”
The girls looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They hauled him over to the hole he had dug. Momo tied his wrists together with the lasso. They (gently) threw him in and started filling the sand in around him.
“You guys can’t just bury me alive!!!”
“We’re not going to bury your head,” Momo reassured.
“Or your feet!” Mina added.
Denki looked up at them, confused. Unable to free himself from his binds, he succumbed to his fate.
There Kaminari lay, face up, almost entirely buried in sand.
“Now for your real punishment,” Mina smirked.
“This wasn’t my punishment!?”
Momo and Jirou looked at Mina in confusion as well. She walked over to Denki’s bare feet, knelt down, and skittered her nails all over his exposed soles.
“This is your punishment!”
“AAAIIIEEEE NONONONONOHOHOHO! Minaa nOHOHOhoho!!” Denki protested.
Momo giggled. Jirou kneeled down near his head.
“Good thinking, Mina! How you like this, huh?” Jirou teased, tickling Denki’s neck and ears.
“I dohohohon’t! Nohohohohoho!!”
“You don’t know?” Momo chimed in. “Maybe this will help?” She sat beside his buried torso and began digging a small window in the sand, revealing Denki’s tummy.
“Nohohohohot you tohohoo-AAAHH NO! PFFTAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHALL OF YOU!!”
“Haha, his hair’s standing on end!” Jirou pointed out.
“Coochie coochie coo~! This is what you get for breaking into my room and stealing my towel! And then setting up a trap!? Really, Denki?”
“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYY!” The tickling felt so much more intense with how little he could move away from six hands! “PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!!”
Momo dipped a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, Mina was focused on tickling underneath and in between his toes, and Jirou found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. Tears pricked the corners of Denki’s eyes.
“You’re gonna kill meeeEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA J-JIROU EEEEHEHE NAHA *snort* NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOT THERE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHE *hiccup* EEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!”
“Haha aww, you must have found a really good spot, Jirou!” Mina beamed.
Momo paused for a moment, startled by Denki’s sudden hollering. Jirou appeared to be mildly flustered by how much of a reaction she was getting out of the boy. Her evil smirk melted into a bashful smile.
“Hey! Are you guys torturing Denki or something??” Sero yelled, rushing towards the scene.
“More or less,” Mina answered.
“GUHUHUYS SERIOUSLYYY! I’M GOHOHONNAHA BLOW A FUHUSE!”
“I think you can take a liiittle more, can’t you?” Mina sang.
He shook his head weakly.
“You two should probably slow it down a bit,” Momo said.
“Yeah, I don’t think he’s lying about the fuse thing,” Sero agreed.
Mina did not heed their call and Jirou was in her own little world. That was, until—
“YEOWCH!” Mina screamed.
“AH!” Jirou yelped.
“Weehehehei~”
Sero put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Momo resignedly began digging Denki out of the sand.
“Oops, hehe…” Mina said with a sheepish grin. She began uncovering his legs.
Jirou blinked. Realizing what had happened, she pitched in as well.
Sero joined in and the four of them uncovered and untied the short-circuited boy. They carried him to an umbrella Sero had set up earlier and set him down onto a beach chair in the shade. Sero began fanning him with a paper fan Momo had created.
“Are you alright, Denki?” Mina asked.
“Wei,” Denki replied, giving her two thumbs up.
“Sorry if we pushed you too far…” Jirou apologized. “But don’t go doing something like that again, okay? Mina could’ve gotten hurt!”
Denki nodded. Mina began rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle of pineapple juice.
“Here, you can have this,” she said, handing it to him.
“Th-thank you. Come closer for a second.”
Mina did so. “Yeah?”
“Sorry for stealing your towel. And for trapping you.”
“It’s okay, I forgive you!”
He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “But don’t bury me again!” He lightly tasered her side.
“EEK! Okay okahay!”
“You didn’t mind the tickling, then?” Jirou sneered.
“Oh, shut up!”
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tickles-and-cuddles · 2 years
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Hey there! If ur interested, do u mind writing something with Kaminari and Bakugou (u can choose the lee and ler)?
BAKU KAMIIIII!!
Ticklish Bolt
Let's just say you should not mess with Bakugo. Everyone knows that right? Right? Well so did Kaminari. Who knows what pushed him to be brave enough to pull a prank on Bakugo even though he knew it was like digging his own grave.
And now, currently, he was being chased around the dorm by the angry blond. They were barely avoiding crashing into other students, so he made a run for it outside. The chase went on for a good ten minutes, with Kami wondering how Bakugo is not tired yet. He was slowing down and if he did not think of anything soon, he was gonna die early.
In the middle of thought process, he did not hear the two quite load explosions out of Bakugo's hands, which made him fly a little and land riiiight on top of the electric boi.
Welp. Time to die. So long cruel word and pizza.
"B-b-bahakugo wait-"
"SHUT UP YOU ELECTRIC DUMBASS!" he yelled.
"I'm sorry!! P-please let me go-"
"ROT IN HELL! FIRST YOU PLAY A DUMB PRANK AND THEN YOU MAKE ME RUN AROUND? YOU DESERVE TO BE TORTURED!!!" God, how could he scream so loud?
"But i said i was sorry!"
"DIE!"
He was expecting a few hits from Bakugo. He would never just let anyone go without any payback. But instead he found himself laughing. Ah, he was being tickled. Bakugo was tickling him. Oh. Oh. OH.
"BAhahakugoho nahahahaaa!" Okay, this was torture.
"This is what you get for pranking me understand electric idiot?" Fingers scribbled harder on his tummy, and Kami tried to jerk away but couldn't.
"BAhaHAAHAKUGOO SOHOHORY!"
"DID YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"YYEHEHEHESS!"
"Good, now continue dying."
"NaHaanahhaaa LEheEt me gOhoOo"
Bakugo's fingers were now moving closer and closer to his ribs.
"I know shitty hair has it pretty bad here, how are you like?"
"NAHAHHAAHA ITS BAHAHHAHAHHA"
"Just like shitty hair. Heh."
"SOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAH"
Oh well, even though killing Kaminari this way was fun, killing him with his worst spots was even funner.
Time for the knees!
" Ba-bakugo what are you doing?"
"Can't you already figure it out? Im killing you!" And with that, fingers squeezed his knees, both at the same time in the most tortursly and ticklish manner ever.
"NAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!"
"How do ya like that?"
"JHAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!"
"Answer me!"
To say that Kami went ballistic was an understatement.
After a few moments, he decided to stop, as much fun as it was, he could not get expelled for killing his classmate.
"HAHAhah haha sohohohory."
"Whatever, if you do that again I won't show you any mercy!"
He weakly nodded and felt a hand swiftly across his hair, for a split second. It felt good.
"Y-yeah, I won't"
Thanks for reading anon, hoped you liked it. Also, thanks for letting me choose the Lee and Ler lol. This was a fun idea! -- Star
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mythica0 · 1 year
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“You caught a Pikachu!“
🎂: MHA (I got a lot of ideas leave me alone)
🧁: Denki (can you tell he’s my favorite character ?)
🍫: Payton(OC) Ft. Bakusquad
Summary: Payton decides that she wants to catch a Pikachu.
Ships: Mentioned/implied Marilon(my two OCS)
“You caught a Pikachu!”
The Bakusquad was chilling in the common rooms , doing nothing in particular.
They were talking, playing some video games, Sero was just kinda lazing, it was all very relaxed.
Little did they know, it was about to have a cup of chaos added to the days recipe.
“Hey guys!” Payton Shorburo said as she came downstairs , Marilyn trailing behind her .
“Hey Shorburo, Hey Consteny! “ Mina called
“Go away, extras” we all know who that was.
“I told you guys to call me by my first name!” The two called out in sync.
“Jinx! Knock on wood no black magic!” Payton said, knocking on the Atari railing as she said “knock on wood”
“Darn, you got me!” The plant girl replied.
“What are you American extras doing down here?”
“Oh, I just wanted to get some sun! I don’t get much in my room and it’s essentially my food source. “ Marilyn replied.
“Whatever, Sapling”(A/N; I couldn’t come up with a good Bakugo nickname tm for my OCS)
“Any~who I decided to come with so we could all hang out!”
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After a few minutes, Denki got bored and decided to dance around the common room to the music Payton was playing(which she was subconsciously making a Hologram to, to everyone’s amusement).
This gave Payton an idea. She slowly got up, and made a face at the Hologram she noticed she was making , getting rid of it before continuing. Then she followed after Denki and tackled him to the ground
“I’ve encountered a wild Pikachu!” She exclaimed, before starting to lightly tickle the Blonde’s ribs
“Paytohohohon! Whyhyhy! “
“Payton used ‘Tickle’! It’s very effective!” Sero called from the couch, looking ona t the scene.
“Denki is Paralyzed! he may be unable to move!” Called Mina in response , both smirking.
“PAYTOHOHOHON PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAH-“ his sentence got cut off as the musical hero started to tickle his knees.
“Denki attempted to use ‘beg!’ But couldn’t, because he was Paralyzed!” Kirishima joined in the little game.
Payton was leaving all the teasing to the squad, only focusing on tickling her electric friend silly.
Denki was kicking and squirming along with his loud laughter, he didn’t really mind but it still tickled so much!
Surprisingly, Bakugo even got in on the teasing!
“Duracell used ‘Struggle’! It’s not very effective !”
“You used a Pokéball!” Payton finally spoke as she begun to slow down, before stopping completely.
When Kami didn’t move at all , Marilyn finally finished with
“You caught a Pikachu!”
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eunchancorner · 2 years
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Happy Birthday Eun!! Hope you’re having an amazing birthday! 🥳 Sadly I’ve never actually seen Hamilton but I did understand most of the references and I think you did amazing! Maybe for your special day someone (your choice) is getting birthday tickles! A little extra gift to boost their moral or something. Again I hope today has treated you well and that you got to smile a whole bunch😊 -Olive
Oh I HIGHLY recommend watching it, it’s beautiful! I mean, there’s love, loss, heartbreak, freaking WAR, a piece of American history in a musical :> But anyways, this is prob coming out after. I just kinda let my mind run with this one, so let’s see what happens!
Edit: I DID NOT READ THE PROMPT I’M SORRY-
  Ler Izuku, Lee Kaminari
Warning: none
Word count: 680
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“COME HERE, KAMINARI!!” Izuku taunted, his hands curled into claws, him and the electric blonde on opposite sides of the couch, knowing when one would move, the other would move. And Izu was loving every bit of the chase, almost feeling like he was hunting for Kaminari’s laughter.
“Bahack off, Midoriya!!” Kaminari warned, already having a bright, giddy smile on his face and an excited spark in his eyes. He was ready to continue the chase as soon as the other moved, and the thrill was only making his lee mood turn from wanting to be held and tickled until he was so loopy from giggles he forgot how to speak, to wanting to be pinned and tickled mercilessly until he lost his mind laughing and rolling around on the carpet. It was easy to see he loved when his friends got playful.
“Kamiii~”
“Noho!!”
“I’m gonna getcha!” Izuku insisted, moving to go around the couch, but stopped when he saw Denki move too. He smirked, and felt an idea forming. He moved like he was about to go to the right, causing Denki to panic and go to the left, and Izuku went for it. He zipped around the left, catching Kaminari as he nearly barreled into him.
“W-wait, what?! No fair!” Kami protested, excited giggles already spilling from his mouth as he squirmed in the surprisingly strong grip of the small student. He knew what was coming, even before he felt fingers squishing his tummy.
“Nohoho wahait! Nohot my tuhummy!” He kept trying to squirm out of Deku’s grasp, only succeeding in falling onto the floor and being quickly straddled by the greenette. “Dohon’t!”
“Don’t what? What shouldn’t I do, Kami-Kami?” Izuku laid down his verbal trap, smirking as Kami fell for it on purpose.
“Tickle me!!”
“As you wish, my buzzy friend!”
“WaitwaitwaitwaHAHAHAIT!!” he burst into squealing laughter as Deku dug into the sides of his belly, a bit of a fluff spot, but it was all too sensitive. And Izuku knew this.
“Izukuhuhuhu!! Ihit tiHIHIHIhickles!! Stahahahap!!” he squealed out, kicking out behind the greenette.
“Aww, but I don’t want to! You’re so cute like this, no wonder Kacchan’s group loves tickling you so much!” Midoriya cooed, leaning in with a smile bright enough to rival the poor lee’s own.
Kami felt his face heating up, his ears and cheeks a bright red. “Shuhuhut!!”
“Hmmm..” Izuku pretended to think it over before smirking, dipping a finger into Kami’s belly button. “Nah~”
“NAHAHAHOHOHO WAHAHAIT!!”
“Wait? Wait for what?”
“IHIT TIHIHICKLES!! IT’S BAHAHAD! SO BAHAHAD!!” he smacked Deku’s hands.
“Oh, does it? Hmm, well, does this?” Izuku inhaled deeply before blowing a long, vicious raspberry on Denki’s belly. The electric student squealed loudly, his body emitting tiny electric zaps, a few of which hit Izuku’s lips and made him pull away to rub the tingles away.
“Oh, is that how we’re playing this? Ok, then take this!!” He took one of Kami’s own hands and placed it on the blonde’s belly, wincing a bit at the screech that ripped from Denki’s throat.
“EEEEEAAHAHAHA STAHAHA!! AHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!!” he attempted to plead through his cackles, unable to form any words.
“Does that tickle, Kami? Does it tickle? If it tickles so bad, why don’t you stop?~” Izuku teased, knowing that Kaminari couldn’t control it, and the incredibly ticklish sensations were only causing him to spark more.
“PLEHEHEHEHEEEE!! LEHET GOHOHOHOHOOO!” he managed to get out, tugging at his hand. Izuku noticed his laughter getting frantic and complied, letting go of his hand, watching it fall limply to the ground as Kami kept laughing from the intense phantom sensations in his tummy.
Izuku stood and went to get Kaminari some water, the giggly student curling up on the carpet. He soon returned, pulling the taller student into a hug and giving him the glass of water, which he drank without hesitation.
“You really love tickles, don’t you?” Izuku asked the blonde, who blushed at the question and nodded without a word, clearly embarrassed. “Heh… then I’m gonna have to do that more often."
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Hehe I love them
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gigglz · 2 years
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“Nahaha stAhp”
“Gotcha!”
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