#ticklish!todoroki

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Congratulations on your 1000 followers!! You truly deserve it! I'm so sad that your request are closed huhuhuhu, but I really love your oc and I just found the event now. Ummm if you have time & don't mind, please squeeze in lee todoroki with your OC as the ler, your drawing is really amazing tbh P.S. i prefer upperbody tickles hihihi

“which is more ticklish- the hot or cold side ??”

wehe, i really could not resist tormenting this sweetheart a bit; the last time i drew him was back in high school, so it has been a while. which is unfair since he is sooo cute !!! ✧ꉂ(σ▰˃̶̀ꇴ˂̶́)σ✧ so, i went ahead and added the poor, defenseless todoroki-kun to the mix. i am sure others will appreciate seeing this darling hero as well.

he is much more ticklish than he appears !! who knew he was capable of making such a face ?? ( ´͈ ॢꇴ  `͈)੭ु

i hope you enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!!

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[gaybananabread]

I'm so excited to participate in your augtickletober! For number 28, please consider writing lee kirishima! with ler todoroki from my hero academia hehehe, a relaxing massage seems nice~ By the way if the number is already taken, feel free to change to any numbers (probably number 29 or 24 as backups just in case 28 got taken), thank youu!!

TickleTober Day 28 - Massage

Oooooh not a pairing I write for often! Still, the skrimblos must have their fun. Kiri would be the kinda guy to massage his friends, so nice! I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Kirishima

Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.

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

Todoroki was stressed, to say the least. Working tirelessly to get his Provisional License, training hard to stay on top, and regular classwork had him going pretty much non-stop. Cold soba was his only escape, and even that was starting to lose its effect. It was all wearing on him, keeping his muscles tense and eyes sunken with dark bags.

The dual-quirked teen sauntered into the dorm’s kitchen, in search of his comfort food. His shoulders ached from tension, his neck and back in similar condition. The cold soba was the only thing he wanted at that moment. When he opened the fridge door, though, he deflated. “Damn it…” He had forgotten to make more the night before, exhausted from another night of rigorous training.

Kirishima walked into the room, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Todoroki! How’s it…going.” He saw the other student’s tired, saddened form, concern blooming on his face. “Are you okay, man?”

He sighed, closing the door and cutting off the cool air. Was he okay? He wasn’t sure he knew the answer himself. “Uhm…yes. Why do you ask?” 

That only made the bubbly teen’s brows furrow. “Because you look very not okay. You’re more tense than Aizawa sensei after dealing with Bakubro and Midoriya.” He smiled softly, a small huff of air escaping him. Though they didn't interact much, Todo knew he could trust the boy and enjoyed his company. “Maybe I am a little wound up.”

Kiri chuckled, getting a bit closer and opening the fridge. He noticed the lack of his classmate’s favorite dish. “If you want, I could help. I’m not the greatest cook, but I could try and make you some soba. Maybe a massage or something.”

The massage option caught his attention. He was stupidly tense; he could use a break. “I wouldn’t mind a massage, if you’re willing to give one.”

“So formal, Todobro. You’ve gotta loosen up a bit.” He was more than happy to help out his classmate, moving over to one of the dorm couches. “And of course, I’m happy to. You wanna sit down and I’ll help?”

He nodded, following him and sitting down beside the red-haired teen. Normally, he wouldn’t have been so accepting of the concerned gesture. Midoriya and the others had been working with him on asking for help, though; it was working. Kiri went right to work, rubbing circles in his shoulders. It was unfair how quickly the tension began to ease.

Eijirou moved methodically, working to ease his peer’s tense muscles. The sheer amount of knots he had to work out concerned him. “Jeez, man. You’ve really gotta take more breaks. This isn’t healthy.” 

A small hum came from the tense teen; he was too lost in the calming feeling to do much else. At first, when Kiri was working his shoulders, it felt wonderful. He could feel the tension leaving, the tight pains fading to dull aches or going entirely.

As time passed, Kirishima’s hands wandered, moving to the base of his ribs and back. A small, annoying buzz came with the release, making him smile. Todoroki squirmed a little, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

Kirishima noticed the squirms, pulling his hands away. “You good? Sorry if I hurt you, I’m a little rusty.” Of course that’s where his mind went. That boy was too kind. “No, it’s fine. Just needed to move.” With a nod, the massage continued, right back at the dreaded spot.

Okay, that was fine. He could handle a little buzzing, no problem. At least, he thought he could, until Kirishima moved upwards again, gently poking his neck to feel for tension. Todo went rigid, a small giggle escaping him. Oh, he was screwed.

“Todoroki…are you ticklish?” Previous statement retracted. Kirishima wasn’t nice at all for asking. He knew the answer already, and knew the other boy would lie. “Uh, no. Just, um, thought of something funny.”

Bullshit. Kiri sniffed out the obvious lie, deciding to toy with his friend. “Okay then. I’ll be more gentle, just because.” He went back to massaging the other teen’s neck, making sure to scritch his nails on the skin every once in a while. Todoroki bit his lip, thankful his back was to the hero-in-training. Rosy cheeks and a poorly suppressed smile didn’t really help his case.

This continued for about a minute; Kiishima gently massaging the other teen, occasionally letting his nails scrape the sensitive skin, and Todoroki trying desperately to stay quiet. The bright boy’s patience was wearing thin, and although he’d love to continue massaging his friend, the giggle was too enticing. He gave up on subtlety, going and simultaneously squeezing both Todoroki’s sides.

He muffled a yelp, jolting forwards and grabbing the crimson student’s hands. There was no denying it now; Todoroki was ticklish, and Kirishima was gonna help him let loose. Kiri wrapped his legs around the other’s torso, pulling him back and against his chest. It was a classic Kiri play-fight move, one most of the other students feared and loved; it meant that he was about to get it.

Ten fingers drilled into both his sides, pulling a few surprised giggles from the serious teen. He tried to squirm out of it, but he was essentially trapped in a hug; pinned both around the middle by wiggling fingers and waist by strong legs, Todoroki was trapped. He probably could’ve burned his way out of the hold, but he would never purposefully hurt his classmate. 

“Wow, so wiggly, Todobro. I’m just trying to get you to relax! Like these sides, they must be tense if you’re fighting it this much!” He knew that wasn’t why he was squirming so much, but it was an “excuse” to continue the tickling. Besides, teasing him was fun. He experimentally scribbled Todo’s navel, The results were better than he could’ve hoped for.

“K-KIHIRISHIMAHA! NOHOHO!” He practically squealed when he felt the boy’s nails on his belly button, his cheeks almost matching his left hair as he laughed. Kirishima adored the sound, happy that his classmate trusted him enough to cut loose like that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, but still. “Aww, there we go. You gotta release all that inner turmoil and stress, bro. Laughter is perfect!”

His well-meaning teases were completely unfair. Todoroki drummed his feet on the couch, twisting and shoving at his classmate’s hands. He didn’t totally hate what was happening, but still, it tickled! He just wished Kiri’s nails were focusing anywhere but his belly button. “MOHOHOVE! COHOME OHOHOHON!” 

Feeling merciful, he did as he was asked, instead focusing his fingers on the candy-cane boy’s sides.Loud laughter gave way to sweet giggles, surprisingly bright for such a serious kid. “Kihiri- Kihirishihihimaha! Whyhihihi?”

“Why? You’re stressed, that’s why. I’ve never seen someone so determined to have an aneurysm before adulthood before. You could do with some giggles.” He squeezed his navel, making Todoroki emphasize it with a squeal. “Like that! Very cute, by the way. You should laugh more.”

Such a jerk! He wanted to protest anything Kirishima had just claimed, but he couldn’t. Truth was, the tickling was helping. While giggly and flustered, he was much less tense than when he’d arrived. He also felt much happier, though he attributed that to human interaction rather than the goofy touch. 

Kiri could tell he was enjoying himself, at least to an extent. He hadn’t heard the actual word “stop” once. A certain sound, though, made him halt the touch. Was that…?

*grrrrrrlm*

Todoroki’s cheeks somehow got redder, that time from embarrassment. His stomach had growled rather loudly, reminding him of his long day and skipped meals. Kirishima was the one to laugh then, releasing his friend from the tickly hold. “Ohokay, your stomach’s got an opinion. Think we should get you some food, huh Todoroki?”

The half-and-half teen mumbled something under his breath, but nodded in agreement. He was hungry, and some cold soba would be nice. Kirishima chuckled, heading back to the dorm kitchen to prepare some grub for him and his friend. 

Todoroki looked after him, a small smile on his face. He felt much better than he had before, his dampened spirits lifted by the other student’s silliness. He got up, following to help with the dish. He’d have to ask for massages more often…

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[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

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

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

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

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[wreckingtickles]

Todoroki & Mx Glove

In which questions go unanswered.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 5,162

Todoroki quirked an eyebrow.

Moments ago, he was restrained in some kind of contraption in nothing but his underwear, panting, sweaty, and exhausted; then, he blinked, and now he was clean and well-rested, seated on a cushioned chair in a posh bedroom. A soft pair of dressy black trousers clad his bottom half while the top was sheathed in a white shirt, open to reveal the sharp curves of his toned chest and well-defined abs. His calves rested on the pillow of an identical iron-wrought chair facing his own while his feet protruded through the back, tied together at the ankles by several pairs if smart ties. Each of his toes was individually secured to the convenient vegetal tangle that made up the back of the iron chair, and his big toes were even tied together and to the central stem of the iron decoration, which, together with the ties around his ankles, ensured that his feet wouldn’t be able to so much as twitch, let alone escape or even lessen what was about to befall them.

Though he couldn’t see them, Todoroki guessed that ties were also what bound his wrists together behind his back, through the back of the chair he was sitting on, and around its own central stem. What he couldn’t begin to divine was what that new set-up was for.

Something shifted in the dim light of the room, provided by a single desk lamp, and Todoroki realized that the flowing black fabric he’d initially mistaken for closed curtains were actually the garb of a massive shadow, three meters tall and hunched, impossibly swollen under the vest. A deathly hood obscured the shadow’s features, but Todoroki could feel its gaze on him.

“Aren’t you scared?” growled a beastly low voice.

“What would be the point?” asked Todoroki, his tone flat.

“Good. There is nothing to fear,” growled the colossus, and a hint of delight crept into his voice. “If you give me the combination to that safe.”

“What safe?” enquired Todoroki, his intonation barely more inquisitive than before.

The shadow emitted a rumbling chuckle and turned slightly. The wall opposite Todoroki lit up to reveal a large painting whose frame had swiveled on hidden hinges, baring a large wall safe.

“I don’t know the combination. I don’t know what’s in that safe or where I am,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Another low rumble. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

Todoroki just glowered at the behemoth. “I’m not going to play along with this charade.”

Being tickled senseless was one thing, but he felt offended that that entity, whatever its name was, so much as thought that he would indulge its nonsense. “Just get it over with.”

The rumble stopped. “Then you leave me no choice.”

The figure stooped down at an angle that made it evident it didn’t possess normal human physiology, if its height and bulk hadn’t already made it clear enough. From the vast darkness behind the parting in its garment emerged a beastly hand, brown-furred and large enough to clasp Todoroki’s chest, vicious claws at the end of each finger.

Todoroki had been certain of what was about to happen, but seeing the ponderous claw, he almost flinched. Had he angered the beast, and was he about to be torn apart?

But then he felt one of those stilettos press into the ball of his right foot before beginning its descent towards his heel.

Todoroki had a very fraught history with physical contact, the kind that is born from years of sustained abuse. Despite being one of the most promising and attractive heroes on the market, he’d never been comfortable with the idea of a relationship, much less casual flings, as much as he wished he could be. That state of affairs persisted even after he’d begun to undo the damage his father had caused. But in school, he’d always been wary of physical contact, such that even when he outright asked Kirishima to try to tickle him out of curiosity, which somehow opened the floodgates to the whole class, everyone knew not to sneak up on him or touch him without telegraphing their intentions. And he’d learned two things: one, tickling didn’t generally trigger any of his alarms with regards to unwanted physical contact, precisely because it was so different from anything he’d experienced growing up (save for a couple of occasions with Natsuo, who just loved to tease the golden boy); two, everyone tended to remark that he was very sensitive. And while he didn’t have much of a frame of reference, Todoroki had to agree.

So he didn’t even attempt to disguise how much that single claw affected him, a smile already forming on his lips as he jumped in place.

The claw stopped. “Already? Just from this?”

Todoroki could feel the gloating in its rumbling voice. “You really have no chill.”

The discrepancy between how it sounded and what it said was whiplash-inducing, but Todoroki didn’t have the chance to ruminate on it as the claw began to make scratching motions.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” came out of Todoroki rhythmically, a string of exclamations somewhere on the spectrum between sounding obscene and like he was doing aerobics.

The claw scratched at the ball of his foot, his heel, his arch, the base of the toes – it didn’t matter, Todoroki would react wherever it touched him. But Mx Glove wasn’t satisfied, so began to test the base of and the area between each toe individually.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! N-Ah! Ah! Oh! Noh! Ah!”

The area between his second and third toe, was it a little more sensitive than the rest? The probing claw couldn’t quite tell, so it took its sweet time making sure. Yes, maybe there was a slight extra twitch whenever it touched there… no?

What was certain was that the arch was a bit more responsive than any other part of Todoroki’s right foot, but it was a very small deviation, one that would make returning to that spot extremely gratifying without making Mx Glove feel like it was settling if it targeted other areas.

And that was just the right foot! The right one was supposed to be even more sensitive, and possibly more ticklish in different spots than the left. That asymmetry was part of what had drawn Mx Glove to this victim, though it had actually gotten overwhelmed by the possibilities, so it had decided to stick to the one spot that it preferred, that it knew Todoroki would be able to take the least.

It could see that a flush had already crept across his face. Mx Glove retracted his finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to open the safe?”

Todoroki rearranged his expression into a scowl. “I said I’m not going to plaAHAhahah hahaha hahahaahahaha!!! Hahahaahah ahahahah ahahahahah ahahahhahahahhaha!!!”

He burst into guffaws mid-sentence as the behemoth suddenly added four more claws to the interrogation.

“Staaahahahhahahahahap! Hahahaha ahhaahh ahahahaahah ahahahaahahahahahah!!”

“You have no chill,” quipped Mx Glove as it dragged its claws up and down Todoroki’s right arch. As it expected, that made Todoroki’s laughter just a bit higher-pitched, his shifting in the chair just that little more energetic, so the claws chose to linger on that spot for a while. “Is this supposed to be the less sensitive foot? You are so screwed.”

Just when the focused tickling began to yield diminishing results, the claws ventured upwards, scratching at the base of Todoroki’s toes. There were now enough claws that Mx Glove didn’t have to worry about whether the space between two toes was more sensitive than the others, as the question was made irrelevant by sheer numbers.

Todoroki went on laughing, unashamed of the natural reaction his body was having to the stimulus, though profoundly vexed by it and, most of all, that it was being used to force him to indulge whatever fantasy his captor had cooked up.

Still, he’d never been tickled that long before. It wasn’t as when he was ganged up on by his classmates, or that time Bakugo had tried to make him regret observing out loud that he didn’t expect the blond to be so ticklish (a remark for which Kirishima would also pay), but the fact that it wasn’t stopping had him mildly apprehensive. How much longer could that go on for? Apparently, tickling tired him out very quickly, and he didn’t want to reach that point again, though he suspected he wasn’t going to have a say in the matter.

He could already feel the surface of his skin become damp under the smart clothes when Mx Glove retracted its claws. Todoroki went on giggling as his right foot still suffered under the phantom tingles, the claw trails itching like a zealous ant procession.

“Are you going to keep being stubborn?” questioned Mx Glove.

Todoroki ignored him, choosing to maintain his focus on steadying his breathing. That cost him four claws scratching at his left foot, coaxing a yelp out of him.

“Answer me!” boomed the voice; the claws showed no sign of stopping.

There were actually two more things that Todoroki had learned when tickling was introduced in his life: discovery the third, it was apparently unusual that the left and right side of his body were ticklish in different spots; discovery the fourth, his feet were the least exceptional in that regard, because they were both extremely sensitive… though the left even more than the right. At least, that was what Midoriya had told him – that guy even had notes about that – and Todoroki had indeed noticed that he’d fight harder to keep his hot side away from the tickles; but once the tickling started, he was generally too sensitive to have much of an opinion on anything.

But these weren’t chaotic, friendly tickles: these were sharp claws working precisely to uncover every ticklish nerve under his skin and play it like a string. Todoroki couldn’t tell if it tickled more or less than before, but he most certainly wanted it to stop, and he found himself trying to hold back his laughter… failing miserably.

“HAAAAAA! HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAAAA!! Haha hahaahah HAAHAHAH haahah hahaah HAHAHA ahahah haahahahah hahaahahah!!”

The scratches soon stopped being a warning and morphed into a dedicated process of destruction. They began to look for and focus on the worst areas of his right foot, then proceeded to exploit them to their fullest, moving on to the next just before Todoroki could begin to get used to the sensation.

Tears began to roll down Todoroki’s face when Mx Glove targeted his arch – no doubt as to what spot was the most sensitive now – but wherever the claws decided to give more than a torturous pass, they got him wishing he could crawl out of his skin.

“Still not going to say anything?” growled the behemoth over the hero’s high-pitched laughter. And maybe Todoroki would have said something, if he hadn’t been so focused on surviving the onslaught with his sanity intact. Mx Glove didn’t accept that excuse.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHA HAHA AHAHA AHAHAHA HAHA!!!!

HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA HA AHAHAH AHAHA!!! HAHA! HAHAHAH!!!”

His left foot still under fire, Mx Glove sent its other set of claws to wail on the right as well, obliterating Todoroki’s capacity for cognizant speech. It tickled so bad. Was it even worse than the hairbrushes? Like he was able to make a comparison as exhilarating lightning traveled up his legs.

Mx Glove truly wasn’t holding back, his claws relentless, precise, excruciating. Like it was really attempting to wring vital information out of Todoroki using whatever means necessary.

Todoroki couldn’t remember so much in all of his life combined. It just kept coming, and he was powerless to stop it, or do anything but laugh and laugh. A flush had crept up his chest and overtaken his tear-stained face, hair flopping about wildly and sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes, his crisp shirt darkening with perspiration, maddened writhing in the metal chairs without either so much as budging, or his artfully restrained feet escaping a single iota of torment.

Well after Todoroki was thoroughly broken, he noticed the claws – all of them – linger on his right foot, and at some point he became aware that Mx Glove was speaking.

“I seem to recall one of these feet is more ticklish than the other. I find it hard to believe, honestly, but I’m interested in your opinion.”

“HAAAAAAHAH AHAHAHAH AHHAH!! HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHHAHA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAH HAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!”

“No reply, ay?”

The ten claws shifted over to his left foot, and Todoroki let out an addled scream. He bent forward as far as his wrist restraints allowed, farther than was wise, to put something, anything, his head, possible or not, between the torturous points – too many! – and the outrageously sensitive surface of his sole.

Before he’d placidly accepted the notion that his left foot was more ticklish than his right, like a datum that had nothing to do with him. If that was how it was, that was how it was. But now that he was on the other side of empirical experience, he would have given anything to expunge that fact from reality.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! HAHAAHAHAAHHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHA!!! HAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHPPP!!!”

“Oh good, so you can talk! Got an answer for me, gigglebug?”

The claws moved back to his right foot, but even though the sensation decreased somewhat, Todoroki wouldn’t have called it a relief. In that small gap, he only retrieved a shard of his impatience with nonsense.

“HAAA!! HAHAHA HAAA HAHAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA YOUHAHAH!! YOU KNOHOHOHHAHAHAAH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I want to hear it from you, gigglebug,” replied the behemoth, and if Todorok had been able to discern tone, he would have noticed all affectation had been stripped from its words.

But Todoroki just went on laughing and attempting the occasional broken warning or plea, so mx Glove said, “Nope, I can’t tell,” and focused on his left foot again, lavishing his arch and the base of his toes with special attention.

Todoroki’s eyes bulged. “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHFT!! LEHEHEHEHEFT LEHEHEHEF LEHEHEFTLEFTLEHEHEHEHEEFTLEEEFT!!!” he repeated with every scratch.

A thunderous chuckle, then “Left, you say? I’m not sure, I need to test this further.” And it kept going.

Unable to take it, Todoroki’s efforts latched onto the only thing he thought could put a stop to it, sputtering “LEHEHFT!” like a broken record come alive under ten needles.

This soon earned him a coughing fit, followed by bouts of silent laughter, during which Mx Glove said, “I can’t quite tell. But if you’re right, it sure would suck if I stayed here, right?”

On some level, Todoroki had expected a break after he’d played its game. But no. It kept going. And when his struggling subsided and the only sound he could make was an irregular wheeze, Mx Glove simply moved half of its claws to his right foot, and kept doing exactly what it was doing.

It only stopped when it noticed that Todoroki was struggling to keep his head up. “Oops, I got too carried away, again,” it said to no one, and the claws withdrew into the pools of darkness that were its sleeves. “So, the combination?” it asked, but Todoroki was in no state to so much as decipher its question. It brought out a claw and ran it down the hero’s foot as a warning, but when all it got was a dismayed shake of the head, it resigned itself to wait.

Todoroki didn’t even realize the tickling had stopped at first, since it took him an enormous effort to lift his head. He felt like he just run a marathon – certainly, his soles wouldn’t feel any less raw after one. He just breathed in and out, wishing he could just shed the shirt that was clinging to his shoulders, or use his Quirk to cool himself down.

When he looked up, the behemoth was still there, its hands hidden under the sleeves, and behind it, the safe. What was new was the two upturned bottles tied to the chair, drizzling a weird liquid down on his feet.

“Do you need more persuasion?” asked Mx Glove in a low growl.

“I don’t… know the… combination,” came out of Todoroki, and he couldn’t recognize his own voice, so hoarse it was. But beyond that, was he speaking factually – he did not know because the monster made it all up – or was he playing along with the fiction just to put off the incoming extra serving of torment?

Mx Glove tutted, a sound like the smack of wet clothes on a flat stone. “A pity.”

Todoroki expected to shudder with fear once the behemoth’s hands reemerged, but what he saw was much too weird for that. At the end of each of the behemoth’s sleeves protruded a sock puppet in the shape of a goat’s head. Their square button eyes scanned the room, their moths opened and closed, and they both sniffed the air far too realistically to be simple puppets.

“What are those?” Todoroki couldn’t help asking.

“Hungry little buggers,” replied the behemoth as the goats inched closer. Todoroki could feel the air move as they sniffed his coated soles. Then, one of them took a lick.

“AH?!” exclaimed Todoroki, completely unprepared for what that felt like. That felt way too organic, in a very disturbing way, warm, slimy, fleshy, and worst of all, ticklish.

The goat puppet seemed to like what it tasted, because a second lick followed, and a third, lapping away at the ball of Todoroki’s right foot; and seeing its neighbor go at it, the other goat took an interest in the left arch.

“N-Noho w-whaat ishis thihihIHHHS!! I doho-hoHOHOH! CU-HUT THAHAhahat ouhohoHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

That felt weird, so weird! The writhing, knitted muscle sent horrifying shocks through his nervous system, the wet appendages having a rough texture that made each lick all the more torturous.

“These kids always get everyone real talkative,” gloated the behemoth. “Get it? Kids?”

“HAHAHAH HAHAA! HA! HAH AHA STAH! HAHAHA! HA! HAHAHAHIT’S SOHOHO WHEHEHEHEHIRD!! HAHA HAHAH HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!”

“You get it, you’re laughing!”

Whatever hesitation the goats may have had at first, it was long gone as they lapped enthusiastically at the saltwater-covered soles, driving Todoroki further and further into hysteria.

All Todoroki could do was laugh and watch drops slowly drip out of the bottles, emptying oh-so-slowly, until his eyes filled with tears once again.

The claws had felt worst on his arches, and his mad thrashing and high-pitched guffaws certainly suggested the goat’s tongues were proving effectively as well; but it was when his soles had been lapped clean and he felt the first tentative licks slither between his toes that the true horror of his plight sank in.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HHAHAHANANNANAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! HAHA HAHAHAAH NOHOT THEHEHHEHEEHERE!!!! HAHAH HAHAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The base of his toes, the stems, the pristine skin in-between; what agony the goat’s treat fetched. If Todoroki has a shred of analytical ability left in him, he would have noticed that his right toes now felt as ticklish as the left, if not more so. It was dubitable that he’d have been able to attribute that fact to the warmth the tongues exuded had he been lucid, but feeling the dull teeth nibble at and scrape against his toes and the ball of his foot as the wriggling tongues attempted to reach every last pocket of salt, that shattered his mind. He wasn’t used to those spots being touched, let alone by something like that, and with such torturous intent.

Todoroki would have never thought that he’d manage to last until all the saltwater had been painstakingly licked off every nook and cranny in his toes; but at some point the goat puppets did back off, vanishing back into the behemoth’s robe.

“The combination.”

Todoroki ignored him, any breath he could suck back into his lungs was too precious. And then he heard meowing. He forced himself to open his eyes: the beastly hands were out of the sleeves again, but instead of sharp claws, each finger now ended in… a cat’s head. Probably not that unsettling in a Quirky world, or to Steven Universe viewers, but the 10 sets of feline eyes fixated on him were still mildly unnerving to Todoroki, because the threat was obvious.

“The combination.”

“I don’t… know!” spat Todoroki, a distinct note of irritation creeping into his voice – less so at what he’d already endured, or even the performance that was asked of him, but rather at the fact that he wasn’t allowed to recover. Then he added, “It’s your safe!”

“Too bad,” growled the voice. “Here come the seconds!”

To his horror, Todoroki saw the two upturned bottles still above over his feet spontaneously fill with white liquid, which began to drip down on his toes.

“Wait!” came the panicked request. “I don’t know the combination, and tickling me won’t help you get it. I can’t help you break it open if you won’t. But I can’t take anymore.”

It was a plea, unquestionably, but it was expressed so emotionlessly after the first exclamation that it sounded more like a statement of fact from a neutral party: he could not take any more tickling, and subjecting him to it would be a waste of time within the parameters of the behemoth’s fiction.

For a few moments, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft splashing of the milk droplets on the tops of his feet and the floor, as well as the famished meowing of the finger-kittens.

“Waitwhahit ihit’s poHOHINTLEHEHESSS!!! STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOH I CAHAHAHANT HAHA HA AHAHA AHAHA AHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!”

The 10 kittens were even more eager than the goats, their raspy tongues smaller than their predecessors’, but sheer numbers allowed Mx Glove to target more spots at the same time, though they never strayed far from his toes and arches.

Todoroki’s handsome laughter was marred by utter rejection of what was happening, the contradiction between even more absurd tickling and his inability to withstand it even a second longer. And yet he did, for many, many, many seconds.

There was nothing he could do to stop this. Nothing.

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Hero training had been grueling at times, yet Todoroki couldn’t remember being as tired as when, several minutes after the two bottles had been emptied, the kittens finally disappeared into the behemoth’s sleeves again, their meowing ceasing at once.

Something else was dripping on his right foot, a clear liquid of sorts, but Todoroki could not concern himself with it. In fact, when the behemoth shuffled behind him, cut his left arm loose, raised it, and bent it over the back of the chair before tying it down again, he didn’t even put up a fight. He even let Mx Glove rip his drenched shirt open to reveal his chiseled physique upper body with nary a grunt of protest – his mind, reduced to sheer sensation, welcomed the exposure to the colder air.

He didn’t even have a reaction when the behemoth produced a small heat lamp it trained on Todoroki’s right foot, glistening with the dripping oil that the unpleasant – though not painful – warmth ensured would seep deep into his skin, awakening any micron of his nerve endings dulled by his cold Quirk.

Then the monster waited. It waited until Todoroki was able to make sense of sentences again, its impatience having turned into the sweet pre-savoring of what was about to transpire.

When Todoroki looked at it again, he noticed that its right paw had been replaced with a long-fingered, humanoid hand, and the left with a device that looked like a pastry whip that had come undone – a scalp-massager.

“I want you to understand this,” began the behemoth. “I’m now going to try something else, and I won’t stop until you give me the combination. If you lie to me, I promise you, you haven’t felt anything half so horrible as what I will do. Do you get it?”

Todoroki didn’t answer. There was no point. The monster was going to do what it wanted anyway. Why waste energy? Or so he would have normally thought, but he simply lacked the energy to muster any words.

But when he felt fingers wiggling into his exposed left armpit, Todoroki had no choice but to strain his burning diaphragm to expel a new bout of laughter. Not a trace of cognizant speech, though.

The monster watched him try to lean away from its prying fingers, seemingly unable to comprehend that his bonds would not allow it. It was a rather enjoyable sight. But not as enjoyable as the attempt at a choked scream that ripped its way out of Todoroki’s mouth when the scalp massager got to work on his bare right flank.

And as the two most sensitive spots on Todoroki’s upper body were ruthlessly targeted, fragments of his mind made a simple calculation.

He couldn’t take it. Not at all, not anymore. He could make up a combination just to get a short break. But then it would get worse. But he wouldn’t get a break otherwise. What should he do?

The fingertips kept scratching at his damp hollow, occasionally pressing into the skin and skating on it as if dragging coins on a table, having quickly surmised that the very center was the most ticklish part. The scalp massager was far less varied in its tactics, but its dozen tines dragged like feathers along the cold, sensitive skin were incredibly effective at making Todoroki ponder whether the goats’ tongues were less excruciating.

And the calculation went on in the background, and…

“HAHAH HAHAHAAAAAA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! TWHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOHOHOHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!!!”

“Two?” Todoroki heard coming from above. “Giving up already? Good, what’s next?”

 Todoroki had calculated this: he didn’t have to give Mx Glove the full combination yet, he could just start giving him a few digits, so when he really couldn’t take any more, he’d only have to get one number out; but as the first digit tumbled out of his lips, more exploded out of the crack in his will.

“SEHEHHAHAHAH!! SEHEHEHHEHEEVEHEHEHHEHEHNN!! LEHEHHEET ME TAHAHAHHAHAALK!!”

“It’s on you if you can’t speak. Two, seven. Three more to go.”

But Todoroki found it incredibly hard to even remember what digits existed as Mx Glove surreptitiously increased its tickling, which caused the other three digits to take a full minute to be revealed. Perhaps Mx Glove could have made it take even longer, plunge Todoroki into silent laughter to keep the brief respite it had offered out of reach, but the behemoth was overeager; because as fun as these games were, they were nothing like unleashing the single, most effective method to break an auctionee.

Todoroki was suddenly aware that he could breathe again, that the dreaded massagers had left his midsection and that the unsettling fingers were no longer tormenting his underarm. He could even feel the monster’s thunderous steps move away from him, and towards the safe.

Todoroki wasted precious energy trying to whip his damp hair out of his eyes. He wanted to see this. Because even though he’d made the combination up to appease the monster, a part of him hoped against probability that he’d somehow got it right, that he’d be left alone, that the worst would not come to pass.

And Mx Glove was certainly making a show of it. Its long fingers were turning the dial so slowly, the clicking sound drowned out by Todoroki’s labored breaths.

“…One… and six,” announced the glowering behemoth, pausing for a moment after the dial ended its last rotation before clasping the safe’s handle; and though Todoroki’s lungs desperately needed oxygen, his breath hitched for a second.

Mx Glove pushed down on the handle… but it didn’t turn.

“Liar, liar…” lilted the behemoth, sounding the opposite of disappointed, while Todoroki shook his head weakly. “You know what’s coming now…”

It walked back towards Todoroki, who accepted the inevitable. “You… made it all… up…” he stated, a final acknowledgement that he’d humored the behemoth as long as he’d had to, but that now that it wouldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t care to keep pretending in the off chance it would make his situation better.

Mx Glvoe simply chuckled, its hands vanishing into its sleeves for the last time. When it reemerged, the left hand had been replaced by a detailing brush, while the right was furry again, but instead of claws, mounted at the tip of each finger was an opaque, white cube…

The monster stopped in front of Todoroki’s trapped feet, and the hero noticed that moment that the heat lamp cooking his right foot in the lotion was still on only when Mx Glove turned it off and moved it back.

“Did you figure it out? What will break you?”

But Todoroki wasn’t going to humor it any longer.

The behemoth went on, undeterred. “Come on. The tongues were a hint.”

Todoroki just kept focusing on steadying his breath.

A note of impatience crept into Mx Glove’s voice as it said, “It’s temperature. Warm things tickle your right foot more. Cold things tickle your left foot more. So if we were to, say, roast your cold foot, and use ice cubes on the hot one…”

Todoroki’s breath caught in his throat.

“…what do you think will happen?” it asked, and it knew that Todoroki wouldn’t reply, so it didn’t wait before striking.

The lotion made it even easier for the claws to glide along Todoroki’s sole, its nerve endings firing on all cylinders from the heat lamp’s attention. The temperature shock for his left foot was even more severe, jolting the nerves awake, the warmth of the skin rapidly causing the edges of the cubes to melt, allowing them to drag frictionlessly along his arch.

It took all of 5 seconds to break Todoroki for good. That one-two punch was like nothing he had ever experienced, not even at the hands of the behemoth. His cognition shut down. He was no longer Todoroki, just a mass of stimuli and reactions, specifically the intersection of two extremely ticklish appendages being tickled extremely. No hope, despair, anger, or bargaining: just overwhelming sensation, the most exhilarating state f flow.

The behemoth worked both feet over for several minutes, adding to nearly an hour, but Todoroki had lost the ability to measure the passing time. It knew full well that the right foot’s toes were even worse than the arch, while the left arch was more sensitive than any other part of that foot, so it only ever strayed from those areas to keep them from being desensitized.

No, lapsing into silent laughter or wheezing did not afford him any mercy. He was just there to laugh, to pay for not spitting out a non-existent combination, to be the perfect, squirming canvas for Mx Glove to practice its art, to be driven mad by its touches. A mighty hero with ticklish tootsies.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!todoroki #lee!todoroki

[tricks-tickles]

Poke, Pinch

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

thank you to -anonymous- for the request =]

word count: 2496

pairing: Lee!Todoroki/Ler!Midoriya

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It started with a poke.

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

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

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

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

It didn’t end there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready…” He drawled, 

“Set…” Todoroki tensed,

“Go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Todoroki-kun! You’re early.”

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

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

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

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

At 3 pm, Midoriya closed his laptop dramatically, 

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

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

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

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

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

Todoroki felt his face heat up, slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

Midoriya frowned, then made a noise of understanding.

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

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

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

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

Todoroki flushed.

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

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

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

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

“This- ah, this feels weheird.” 

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

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

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

“Midoriya!” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” Midoriya asked.

“Ihi dohon’t knohohow!”

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

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

“Hmm,” Midoirya said, “I wonder if-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#trick write something else challenge (IMPOSSIBLE EDITION) #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #writing this for anyone doing prelims right now i am with you in spirit #not me tho im living that college life #is this 5+1? its like #3+1 #lmao close enough #oh yeah! #ler!midoriya #almost forgot him #mha tickles #bnha tickles #my fics #ill post something then edit 100 times after and its called having adhd

[sunflowernoodles]

Day At the Library

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

Les: Shoto

Ler: Sero

Ships: Seroroki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #ler!sero #bnha tickles #sfw tickles #tickle fic #I’m so normal about them I promise

[italeean]

Laugh the stress away

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hi!! As I announced yesterday, here’s the fic. It was super fun to write and I love the idea of the teachers caring that much about their students ^_^ Thanks to everyone who will read it, your support means a lot to me. Siete tutti fantastici  💚🤍❤️ (you’re all amazing) As always, suggestions and support are always appreciated. Have a nice reading!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Aizawa was storming towards the common room, as quietly as he could since it was 3 am, since he had seen a light while he was going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He was seriously worried that a villain was sneaking into the dorms, maybe with the intention of harming his students, but what he saw left him speechless.

Todoroki was sitting on the couch, papers scattered on the table, computer on and a pair of red eyes that not even the homeroom teacher ever got while he was using his quirk.

He looked so stressed that the pro hero couldn't bring himself to scold him, which is why he chose a more delicate, yet stern approach and invited him to go to his room and rest since it was so late.

The day after, Present Mic brought the graded English tests, and Todoroki wasn't surprised to see the 100% written on his perfect paper, given how hard he had studied, and he got complimented by Ms. Midnight for his excellent and pertinent interventions during her class.

But he couldn't bring himself to be happy or proud about it... he was so exhausted that even feeling emotions seemed tiring.

Obviously his behavior and his condition didn't go unnoticed, in fact the teachers were getting worried about their student and decided to confront him before his grades dropped, along with his morale probably.

The dual-haired hero was surprised when, after opening the door of his room after a knock, he found himself facing his teachers, Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might, to be precise. Although he knew he had done nothing wrong, he couldn't help but feel tense and slightly nervous because it wasn't an usual occurrence that three teachers visited a student.

"Little listener," Mic broke the ice "is something troubling you?" He went straight to the point to both spare time and prevent the student from being anxious over nothing. Todoroki understood what they were going to say, but decided to play dumb anyway, hoping they would drop the subject and leave.

However the three heroes were more than determined to help their pupil and tried many different approaches, and in the end the guy decided to drop the act and tell them everything.

He talked about the extra training that his father made him do, which not only was too much combined with the school training program, but also occupied the time he usually used to study and do his homework. He told his teachers about how Endeavor wanted him to keep his excellent grades although he was training more than anyone else. He confessed how he forced himself to pull so many all-nighters because he didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially himself, and he concluded saying "So that's why I may look slightly stressed..."

The teachers were astonished, even Aizawa was speechless. Todoroki had got everything out of his chest with such a calm demeanor that it was almost concerning, along with the situation.

"SLIGHTLY STRESSED?! THIS WOULD BE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR AN ADULT" Present Mic exclaimed, but he was quickly shushed by the dark-haired man, who had understood that the situation needed to be handled differently. This time, All Might took the lead of the conversation "Young Todoroki, we all understand your ambition to become not only a pro hero, but the #1 hero ever, but overworking yourself isn't the answer..." he remained calm to not make the guy feel like he was being scolded "I'll have a talk with your father to make him understand your current situation, but for now take it easy, alright?"

The student nodded, but he couldn't take it easy. He knew that Endeavor would've never accepted the idea of reducing his training and that the conversion with the ex #1 hero was going to end with a scolding from his father and maybe an even more intense training for him.

Obviously the teachers noticed his demeanor and couldn't leave just yet, not when the dual-eyed boy looked even more anxious than before.

"Come on, Young Todoroki," Toshinori sat on the bed with his pupil "try to not worry or overthink. We're your teachers and we care not only about your grades, but also about your well-being" he started rubbing his back to soothe him, but his fingers were grazing a bit too close to Shoto's sides, who couldn't refrain himself from squirming, although he was fighting back the urge to giggle with all his might.

The English teacher exchanged a knowing look with All Might, sat on the bed trapping Todoroki in the middle, and started softly squeezing his sides.

"Wha-whahahat's gohohoihing ohohon..?" the student had never been more grateful for the soundproofed walls that made sure that no one could hear his giggles. "Well... as your teachers we came to the conclusion that you need to relax and laugh, which is why we're tickling you, silly little listener hehehe... tickle tickle tickle" Hizashi said with a teasy grin.

Aizawa was observing the situation, ready to notice any sign of discomfort from the guy and stop his colleagues if that was necessary, but after noticing that the hero in training was genuinely having fun and cackling without any kind of worry, he decided to join the party.

He sat behind the trio and grabbed Shoto's hands, raised them slightly above his head and gestured the other two to unleash a full tickle attack on the stressed guy.

The two heroes went to town all over his torso, poking his tummy, softly kneading in his sides, delicately stroking his ribs paying extra attention to not leave any groove untickled, and worming their fingers into the poor boy's underarms. The assault and the soft phrases like "tickle tickle..." "come on, relax and laugh" and "you have a quiet laughter, it's so adorable..!" and many more coming from left and right were making him blush like crazy!

"Ihihi dohohon't thihihink thihihis ihis nehecehessahahahary..!" he tried to talk his way out of the predicament. "Your laughter says otherwise though" this time it was Aizawa talking, enjoying the squawk Todoroki let out after being exposed. He also let out an amused sigh, which was followed by an unexpected squeal.

The homeroom teacher tried to understand the reason behind that little outburst that the others didn't notice since their main focus was Shoto's middle. It didn't take long for him to understand what had happened, and once he struck, the cutest high-pitched giggles echoed in the room.

"HAHhahaheHE plehEHEahaHAsehe nahaHAhat thehEHErehe..! EEHEHEK!" Hizashi and Toshinori looked at the dark-haired man and noticed that he was sliding his fingertips all over Todoroki's hands, alternating between using only his pads and grazing the soft skin with his nails, and making him squeak every time he went between his fingers.

The three of them awwed at the flustered and giggly Todoroki (although Aizawa did that only internally) and unleashed the grand finale of their attack, which mainly consisted of those delicate and feather-like touches that drove the dual-haired guy up to the wall, and cherished the sight of their pupil finally having fun. "EEHEHEP! PleheheAHAHahaseHE stahAHAhap IHIHihit..!" After hearing those words, the teachers understood that it was time to stop and got up from the bed.

Both All Might and Present Mic ruffled Shoto's hair and patted his head, while Aizawa smiled fondly at the scene. The student was so tired that he decided to lay on the bed, which his teachers didn't mind, especially because it was partly their fault. "Tomorrow I'll have the talk to your father, so don't worry and try to recover a bit" All Might said "Alright, Young Todoroki?"

No answer.

The teachers checked the bed a bit concerned that they had overstepped the boy's boundaries, but they found him peacefully asleep with a soft and relaxed smile on his face. "Seems like he took your suggestion quite seriously" Aizawa whispered, making his colleagues snicker.

Paying extreme attention to not make any noise, they grabbed a blanket, covered him and left his room quietly closing the door, proud of the young hero for opening up to them and glad they were able to help him.

#tickle fic #mha tickles #bnha tickle #lee!todoroki #ler!aizawa #ler!mic #ler!toshinori #ticklish!todoroki #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 15 ~Tickle Fight~ (My Hero Academia)

CW: Swearing!

“GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN NERD-”

Midoriya was flying. Racing down the dorm halls, he nearly crashed into Todoroki when the other boy turned the corner.

“Todoroki!” Midoriya barely had time to squeeze his arm before Bakuogu came into view, hands popping. Switching gears, he pulled Todoroki before him like a human shield, giggling in anticipation. “Sahahve me!”

“What- huh?” Todoroki paled, clarity hitting him as Bakugou’s explosions went out, fingers raised and clawed. “Oh no- I’m an innocent bystand-eheheher!”

“Two for one? I’ll take it! Die- you damn nerds!” Bakugou roared as he grabbed them both, one arm around each of their waists as he dug into their bellies. “This is what you get for trying to tickle me!”

“Kahahhahhahchahahhahan, pleahahhhahahhase!” Midoriya squealed, feet kicking bicycles in the air as he thrashed about. “Iihihihiihm shahahahhahaharry!”

“Gehahaha! Dohoohon’t tihihiihckle me, yohoohoohu jehehehherk!” Todoroki was a bit better, feet planted on the ground as he tried doubling over and away. “Cuuhuhuhut it ohohohoohut!”

“No way! This is too good!” Bakugou snickered, blasting himself over to the nearest couch before tossing them on, resuming the tickles immediately. “So- which one of you is gonna cry for mercy first?”

“Kahahhahahchhahahhahahan!” Midoriya squealed when his ribs were pinched.

“Gehehehhet ohohoohohohooff!” Todoroki cried out as his thigh was squeezed, cheeks pink.

“Stubborn, are we? Fine- Guess I’ll just have to keep tickling you-AH!” The blonde yelped when a streak of black shot out- Midoriya’s quirk wrapping around his waist before he was yanked between the pair. “Shit- Hang on! Hahahahhang ohohohohohohohon fuuhuhuhuuhuhuck!”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you over the sound of us winning!” Midoriya cheered, he and Todoroki going for each side of Bakugou’s torso, digging into ribs and pinching along his waist.

“What was that earlier about crying mercy?” Todoroki cooed, equally motivated.

“Shuhuhuhhuhuhut thehhehehehe fuhuhuhuhuck uhuhuhuuhuhp! Ahehahhahhahahahaha yohoohoou dhahahahahmn neheheherds-AHHAH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!”

“All you gotta say is mercy, Kacchan.” Midoriya teased, pinching his hips relentlessly as Todoroki held up his wrists. “Just say the word and it’ll all be over.”

“FUHUHUHUUHCK OHOHOHOHOOFF!”

“So be it. Get him good, Midoriya.”

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober #mha/bnha #tickle #tickle dabble #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #The ticklish trio y'all #tw: swearing

[burningablaze]

Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye

A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didn’t mean to stop writing for so long but that doesn’t mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous

Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didn’t expect him to react the way he did

Words: 1,212

Ler: Todoroki

Lee: Reader

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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.

After a few moments of reading silently, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didn’t notice was someone was right behind all along.

“This is… interesting to say the least.”

“AAH!”

You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.

“Todoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.”

Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “I just couldn’t help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.”

You groaned and blushed. “Please don’t tell me you read all of that.”

“I think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?”

“Wait, Todoroki! It’s not like that! I-I-I…”

Todoroki’s expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, “I understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and it’s important not to judge them for it.”

Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todoroki’s ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.

“I apologize if I invaded your privacy,” Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “It was not my intention. But, if you’re comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps it’s something I can learn from.”

You couldn’t help but blush and try to find the right words. “Todoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be… weird,” you said hesitantly.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. I’m not very familiar with the tickling thing.” Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.

You sighed. “I like to read this sort of stuff because it’s an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.”

Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. “I see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.

Nodding, you continued, “Yes, exactly. It’s a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. It’s purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.”

“And what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?” he asked.

You started to get flustered. “Well, it’s more like… imagining what it’ll be like if you were.”

“Oh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?” Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldn’t know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.

“Hehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!” “Whoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.” Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.

You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldn’t help but kept giggling hysterically.

“What does ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ mean? Is it something like this?” he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

Todoroki’s friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. “I guess this ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ thing is quite effective,” he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re so mehehehehean!”

Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.

“If I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,” Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. “Your laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.”

As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. “You know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I can’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.”

You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.

“Shut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!”

He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. “Now, I think I remember something in the fic going “Todoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.” Is it getting to you?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, yes! Please stohohohohop!” you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. “I guess I’ve tortured you long enough.” he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.

You took that moment to catch your breath. “Damn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.”

Todoroki chuckled again. “Did I at least get everything right as what the fic said?”

You blushed slightly. “You kinda did,” you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. “I’m glad,”

“So, what did you think about all that?” you asked. “Well, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-Yeah,” “But,” Todoroki continued. “I did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,”

“Todoroki!” you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. “But I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.” he smiled.

“Me too, Todoroki.”

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha requested fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #mha todoroki #mha shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #ler!todoroki

[gaybananabread]

Hii!! I'm so glad that you're gonna participate in the augtickletober! Please consider writing number 25 with lee todoroki, where he gets gang tickled by the boys from class 1A hehehe (I feel like I've seen many gang tickles for Bakugou/Midoriya, but rarely seen it for Todoroki, and I feel like Todoroki somehow deserves it). (Please no foot tickles) If you need plot recommendation (but feel free to use your own hehe): - The boys of 1A decided to help Todoroki practice since basically he's the one that hasn't received his provisional license. - Class 1A is having a field trip, and the boys have deep talks at their sleeping hall before sleeps and the topic of "Todoroki rarely laughs" pops up I hope this idea works well! Thank you so much for participating in this event, looking forward to it!!

TickleTober Day 25 - Gang Tickles

THIS! Thank you for the kind words and awesome ideas Anon! Definitely got my creative juices flowing! Sorry this is so late, I’ve had quite the week (O~O) And the candy-cane could definitely go with some gang tickling. Mans needs to laugh more! Did a handful of the 1A boys, just because more than 5 lers on one person gets a little iffy. Anywhosit, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Lers: Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugou

Summary: On a class field trip, the boys of 1A get to talking about their multi-quirked peer. After discovering that they all rarely hear his laugh, the goobers make it their mission to get him to crack a smile. Some fun, ticklish methods are utilized.

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

It was a rare, yet heavily anticipated day for Class 1A; Fieldrip Day was finally upon them. They were out at one of the pro’s training facilities. One of All Might’s favorites, to be specific. The facility had a few sports fields, a training hall, and some nice barracks. If anything, it was better than a day of doing schoolwork at UA. Nothing against Aizawa; the teens just liked the change in pace. Plus, no math for a day.

Every student enjoyed the day; even Bakugou cracked a few genuine smiles. Ready to rest and recover, the boys hit the showers and got ready to sleep. Tokoyami was out the moment he arrived, not caring for small talk. A few conversations floated around the room as the male students entered the barracks, one in particular sticking out.

“Hey, Todoroki never really laughs, does he?” Sero had been the first to bring it up, but at that point, every student had their own little thought to add. “You’re right, I’ve really only heard him laugh once or twice. He smiles, but those are rare too!” Denki had seemed particularly surprised at the revelation.

“Why do you extras care? That half-and-half stiff is just taking after his father. Pros like him don’t act all happy,” Bakugou tossed his hair towel to the side, almost hitting Aoyama with the soggy thing. Kirishima, ever the apologist, tried to redeem anything the blonde had just said. “Th-that might be part of it, but he could just be a stoic dude. I wouldn’t call him a stiff, Bakubro. He’s just…a little serious.”

The tape hero jumped back in, trying to keep his conversation on topic. “Only time I’ve seen him even giggle was when Mr. Smiley attacked. Still, the guy pretty much held it in! Bakugou even laughed when he got hit, man!” That got a growl from said blonde, Sero nervously chuckling at the murderous glare he received.

Midoriya was fidgeting with his sleeve, looking down as they argued. He knew something they all didn’t, and saw a much different side of Todoroki. Iida noticed his antsy demeanor, outing him to his peers. “You seem rather tense, Midoriya. Care to share what’s on your mind?”

He squeaked at the sudden attention, feeling their eager eyes on him. “U-uhm, I dunno. It’s not really my place to share it…” Denki, bored and ever the trouble maker, pressed the matter. “Aww, c’mon Midoriya! You can’t just not tell us! We gotta know!”

The angel and devil on his shoulder fought for a few seconds, coming to the ultimate conclusion that a little laughter could do his friend some good. “W-well, I’ve seen Todoroki laugh quite a few times. You kinda gotta…m-make him, though.” The interested students hung on his every word, soaking in the new information. Make him? “What’dya mean by that, Midobro?

Izuku sighed, knowing they would want to hear more. At least Kirishima was nice about it. “He’s…he’s ticklish. Like, pretty badly ticklish. I’ve managed to get him really laughing a few times; it isn’t all that hard.”

Every teen that was paying attention seemed shocked. The serious, stoic, hardly-cracked-a-smile guy Todoroki was ticklish? It seemed hard to believe; the image of their emotionally distant peer a giggly, blushing, mess was just too obscure to imagine. Denki made sure to point it out. “No way! I’ve poked him before, and got nothing! I’d know if Todoroki was ticklish.”

Bakugou stared down his childhood friend before interrupting. He knew the greenette well enough to tell when he was lying. “Nah, the nerd’s telling the truth. Icy-hot is fucking ticklish.”

Kaminari looked like he’d just won the lottery. A goofy smirk formed on his face as he made a joke. “Wow, Todoroki is actually ticklish. I’m gonna go visit Hell for a bit, now that it’s frozen over.” Ojiro, rolling his eyes at the line, tased the goofy blonde’s side.

Iida regretted asking, feeling a bit guilty for indirectly exposing his classmate’s secret.. “Can you all be mature about anything? Our classmate would not appreciate us gossiping about this personal aspect!” Bakugou rolled his eyes, flopping on his mattress. “Pull the stick out your ass, four eyes. It’s just stupid shit, not like we’re talkin’ bout his dirty secrets or anything.”

The class president squawked at his argument, but didn’t get a chance to yell at him before Kirishima cut back in. “HEY! Why don’t we all put this info to use and, I dunno, make the guy laugh. I think we can all agree that he needs it.”

Nobody argued with him there. Not every student was up for it, some fearing retribution, others not wanting to be crispy-fried or frozen solid. In the end, the team consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and surprisingly Bakugou. They got a plan together; all they needed was the dual-quirked teen.

-

Todorki had always enjoyed longer showers; it felt nice to just stand under the water and think. He was expecting a few of his peers to question how long he took, though he wasn’t prepared to have five of them eagerly eyeing him as he left the showers. The boy tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice as he spoke to them. “Do you all need something from me?”

The electric blonde smirked, stepping forwards. “Actually, yeah.” With that, the group went into action. Catching him by surprise, Sero came up behind him and shot tape around his hands, hoisting them above his head. Kirishima held the shocked teen in place as Sero got a few more layers of tape on his hands and forearms, thoroughly restraining him.

Normally, Todo would’ve just burned throughout the tape and left. With his peers so close, however, he was hesitant; he couldn’t risk hurting them. The teen tugged at his arms, shooting a glare at his classmates. “What’re you all doing?”

They answered his question pretty quickly. Kaminari squeezed his sides, while Sero poked along his spine. He snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide. Oh, they didn’t. He forced out an order, managing to contain his giggles. “G-get off of me!”

This only encouraged his “attackers.” Sero used both hands, dragging his nails down Todoroki’s spine. The candy-cane arched his back, flinching right into Kirishima’s wiggling fingers on his belly. That got a snort out of him, the serious teen’s cheeks dusted with red.

“Oooh, someone’s ticklish!” It was already a struggle to hold in his giggling; Kaminiari’s stupid teases were an unfair challenge. “Sh-shut uhup!” The electric student gasped, eyes lighting up with playful mischief. “Was that a giggle?! C’mon, gimme a few more!”

Who knew Kaminari would be so good at teasing? The student definitely didn’t, that’s for sure. Thankfully, he moved his fingers to the boy’s armpits, trying to find his worst spot; he didn’t realize he had already found it. “How about here, huh? Does this tickle?” That damn word… He wished he could delete it from the blonde’s vocabulary.

Midoriya tried to conceal a smile, watching his peer move farther away from the jackpot he was looking for. He was conflicted; on one hand, it was wonderful to see Todoroki like this around other people. On the other hand, he would probably be more than a little betrayed if the greenette revealed his worst spot. Decisions, decisions… Eh, what’s the worst that could happen?

“You know you’re getting colder, right?” All four of the perpetrators turned to him, Todoroki’s eyes narrowed in a “don’t you dare” expression. Ignoring it and the inevitable revenge, he continued. “You actually already found it. It’s right around here…”

Denki parted the waters for him, letting the freckled teen do his thing. With an apologetic smile, he clawed at Todoroki’s navel, not flinching at the howl of laughter the action received. The other students’ eyes lit up, though Bakugou tried to conceal his. Izuku stepped back, leaving his friends the chaotic seed he’d planted.

Ten fingers immediately latched onto Todo’s stomach, Kaminari wasting no time. Loud, surprisingly bubbly laughter burst from him, a wide smile growing on the face of the typically-earnest teen. “N-NOHOHO! MIHIDORIYAHA! TRAHAHAITOR!”

That started a little competition; an unspoken game of “Who Can Get Todoroki to Laugh the Loudest” beginning between the four teens. Denki was in the lead, scribbling in and around his navel and teasing his lower belly. Kirishima was in a semi-close second, drilling his fingertips into the multi-quirked boy’s hollows. Sero, deciding to be a menace, toyed near his spine, tracing teasy little shapes up and down his back. Bakugou and Izuku hung back, though the explosive blonde seemed ready to jump in.

Todoroki was burning; not literally, but he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He trusted his classmates not to go too far, but damn, that shit tickled. He was mainly nervous of Bakugou; they had already found his worst spot, but he knows one more that would make the goofiness much more unbearable. A spot that Baku knew.

Deciding that he had waited long enough, the fiery teen cracked his knuckles, approaching the group. He crouched down, going for Todo’s outer thigh. He clawed at the outer edges, making sure to keep things as comfortable as they could be.

Todoroki shrieked at the addition of the spot, four people now trying their best to wreck him. It was almost maddening; all he could think about was “tickles, tickles shIT THAT TICKLES!” over and over again. His entire face was a bright red, almost matching the left side of his hair. “NAHAHAHA! GUHU- PLEHEHEASE! NOHO MOHOHORE!”

Denki saw how wild all the tickling was driving his classmate. Deciding to show some mercy, he went for one more scribble on the boy’s navel before backing away. Kirishima also took the hint, ending the underarm tickles. Bakugou reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to seem silly compared to the other two. Sero continued out of pure spite, wanting to hear the giggles a little longer.

The hot-and-cold student was wiped; five of his classmates “tormenting” him was exhausting. He practically hung from the tape restraints, giggling softly as Sero continued to softly tickle his back. It honestly just made him more tired, but in a good way. He still wanted it to end, but they were relaxing in the silliest way.

Midoriya checked the time, seeing how late it was getting. He had always been a bit of a mother-hen when it came to his close friends, even though he got injured far worse and much more often than they did. “Come on, Sero. He’s had enough.” The tape hero-in-training backed away, a smug smile on his face. “Fine. You know he was enjoying it, though.”

Kirishima hardened his hand, cutting the tape around the giggly, exhausted teen’s arms. It quickly unraveled, Todo swaying into Midoriya’s waiting arms. He carried his classmate over to the half-and-half student’s bed for the night, laying him down and pulling the blankets over him. He was out in seconds.

The rest of their classmates snickered quietly, each going either back to sleep or to their devices. The goof troop that wrecked him fist-bumped, silently cheering a job well-done. Sero, still proud of himself for bringing it up and starting it all, chuckled. “I’ll admit, that was pretty fun. Nice to see him laugh like that.”

His friends agreed, even Bakugou huffing a quiet “I guess” before heading to his bed. The teen had a strict sleep schedule, and while the tickling was fun, it did delay that. The rest snickered before dispersing, each heading to their own sleeping spots.

Todoroki found himself smiling and laughing a lot more after that day, be it from cheesy jokes or the occasional side poke. And honestly? He didn’t really mind. Turns out even the most serious of teenagers can enjoy a good laugh with friends every once in a while.

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[featherstreams]

Twice the Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Notes: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this and for the kind words!! This sounds adorable, and I'm so glad you liked my first one! I hope you like it!💚 Todoroki is a sweetheart and deserves to smile more. (Also, sorry for the long build-up to the tickling part and the lame ending) (Second Note from rewrite: I rewrote half this fic from memory before the lovely anon who requested this reached out to me with the fic saved! I decided to leave in a lot of the changes to hopefully improve my writing a bit! Thank you so much to that anon and I hope you all enjoy!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler(s): Kirishima, Kaminari, and Midoriya

Word Count: 1,534

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a successful prank on Bakugou using the T-pose trick they found online, Kirishima and Kaminari decide to move on to another victim during a boring lull during class. Chaos commences.

~ Part One ~

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“Ughh, I’m so boredddd…”

"Shut up, Dunce face." Bakugou snapped from his place at his desk where he was fiddling with his pen.

“But Kachaan~!”

“Call me that again and die.”

Kirishima chuckled from is own place at his desk. Bakugou had been giving both he and Kaminari the cold shoulder ever since their prank a few days ago, aside from little quips and banter like this. He was surprised their explosive classmate hadn't enacted his revenge on them yet, but he wasn't complaining. Being on the receiving end of Bakugou's revenge, especially when it came to tickling, was... He shuddered at the thought.

Redirecting himself back to the present, Kirishima stood from his seat and walked over to Kaminari's desk, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Why don't you play a game on your phone or something?" He suggested.

“Aizawa-sensei took my phone away,” Kaminari whined, dropping his head on his desk dramatically. “I won’t get it back until the end of the day.”

“You can use mine if you want,” he offered, rummaging through his back pocket.

“No, you don’t have the games I like. And I won’t have any of my saved progress, anyways,” Came the muffled reply from the blond, who didn’t bother to lift his head from his desk.

“Stop complaining so much if you’re just going to turn down everything you’re given to help.” Jirou called from where she was sitting on Mina’s desk her phone in her hand as she softly played some sort of tune for the alien girl.

“Speaking of sensei,” Midoriya piped up from his own seat, interrupting Kaminari’s defensive response, “I wonder what’s holding him up.”

It was Tuesday, and the entire class was in their usual classroom for the day. They were supposed to be working on some sort of training assignment, but indeed, their sensei, Mr. Aizawa, had been called away around ten minutes prior by another teacher for help with… well, none of them were quite sure what. He’d told them to sit tight and not cause trouble before leaving to deal with whatever the situation was. It hadn’t taken long for the majority the class to melt away from their assigned seats and group up in their usual cliches. The responsible ones of the class- the usual suspects, Iida, Momo, Bakugou- had taken this free time of sorts to work on their homework, but many of the others- Like Kaminari- were growing bored and restless.

"Oh, oh! I know!!" Kaminari exclaimed suddenly, lifting his head from his desk to grin at Kirishima in excitement. He lowered his voice then, glancing around as he spoke. "The prank! We should do the prank!"

Kirishima grinned, crossing his arms. "Hell yeah, man. I'm sure that'll be great entertainment. But who should we do it to?" He asked, now joining the blond in scanning their classmates for possible victims. "Sero and Mina likely know about the video already... Actually, I think we should avoid the girls in general. That wouldn't be manly to trick them into being helpless without their permission."

Kaminari rolled his eyes. "Always the gentleman."

"Midoriya would figure it out too fast.” Kirishima continued, ignoring the quip. “Iida would never let us..."

"Todoroki!" Kaminari exclaimed, already standing up. It was the perfect choice, after all; what did the half and half hero know about social media? Nothing, as far as they knew. Content with their decision, the two boys approached their target, who had been engaged into small conversation with Midoriya while Kirishima and Kaminari had been talking.

"Hey, Todoroki! Wanna try out this test we heard about?" Kirishima asked with a smile as they stopped before the pair. Todoroki, who’d been mid conversation, stopped and turned to look at them, curious.

"Test?" He echoed, tilting his head.

"It's a strength test!" Kaminari said cheerfully. "Bakugou even tried it the other day!"

A glance at the hero in question showed that the blond was now looking at them, stunned and furious. Don't rat us out, please... But Bakugou only let out an indignant sniff and said nothing, returning to his classwork.

"Oh... Sure. Okay." Todoroki said evenly, standing up from his seat on Midoriya’s desktop. "How do I take this test?"

"Oh! Let's see..." Kirishima searched for something they could use, scanning the room. Nothing, nothing… Shoot, maybe they’d been to hasty with this. But then Bakugou suddenly caught his attention when he moved, pointing to an area in the far corner of the room. Following his finger lead him to a bō sitting out beside the supply closet. Of course! From their karate-type lesson with Mr. Aizawa last week. That would be perfect!

Kirishima rushed over and picked it up, flashing a shark-toothed smile at Bakugou for the help- receiving only another indignant huff of dismissal- before returning to his friend and their new victim. Kaminari was in the midst of explaining what Todoroki was going to be doing as Kirishima stopped in front of them, staff held securely in both hands.

"Got a staff!" Kirishima said with a grin. "Go ahead and lift your arms up to the side- Yes, just like that!"

Todoroki did as instructed, standing like a statue with both arms perpendicular to his body while he watched Kirishima thread the bō, or staff, through the sleeves of his uniform jacket until it could be seen peeking out the other side.

"There! How does it feel?" Kaminari asked with a smirk. Todoroki calmly tested the staff, lightly pulling on his arms, which barely bugged.

"Secure," He replied after a moment. Half the class was watching now, curious and interested. Was Mina recording on her phone? Oh, she definitely knew what was going on.

"Great! Now, try to get it out! You can't use your quirk," Kirishima added when flames licked at Todoroki's left fingers. The peppermint boy obeyed, fire extinguishing as quickly as it’d appeared, tugging on his arms and shifting his feet. His brows knit together as he focused on the task, but remained unsuccessful aside from getting his elbows in a few inches.

"I can't get out," he said finally, blinking at the now-smirking two boys that had put him here. "Does that mean I failed?"

"Not exactly," Kaminari said, cracking his fingers. "You see, the strength test wasn't about your arms, exactly. It was about how long you can last."

"How long I can last? Last wha-AHAT! H-Hehey!" Todoroki's question was cut short when Kirishima jumped forward and squeezed his sides. The half and half hero pinched his lips together, jerking a few steps backwards only to run into Midoriya and his desk.

"Clever, you two," Midoriya commented, giggling as he looked up at his tense friend.

"Thank you!" The boys chorused together, both poking their way around Todoroki's sides and tummy.

"Come on, Todobro~! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Kirishima cooed. Giggles spilled through Todoroki's pinched lips, his cheeks pinkening from the teasing. "Awww, listen to those giggles! Who knew stoic Todoroki had it in him?"

"How adorable," Kaminari agreed with a smile, pinching his way up Todoroki's right ribs, earning a soft squeak. He had no hope of containing his reactions when caught so by surprise on top of having two ticklers. He was squirming now, trying to twist side to side as his arms remain stubbornly up and useless due to the staff in his sleeves.

He was squirming enough that it was growing exceedingly difficult for both Kaminari and Kirishima to tickle him, struggling to stay out of each other's way while also maintaining contact with Todoroki's wiggling torso. This became tricky enough that the redhead finally paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he evaluated the situation.

Then there were arms snaking around Todoroki's hips from behind, causing a surprised sound to erupt from the peppermint hero. They belonged to Midoriya, who pulled Todoroki towards him, keeping him secured against the desk and himself so he couldn't struggle away anymore. His own thumbs could be seen gently digging into the divotes of Todoroki's hips, and a snort erupted from the boy as he doubled over.

"Have at him, guys. His armpits are the worst for his upperbody," Midoriya supplied helpfully, a smile evident in his voice as he held Todoroki in place for the other two boys to play with to their hearts’ content..

"Mihidoriyahaha!!" Todoroki protested through his hysterical giggling.

"Todoroki-kun!" Midoriya echoed back teasingly.

Kirishima, not wanting to overwhelm the stoic half and half hero with six tickly hands, decided to stand back and watch this time, as most of the rest of the class was doing by this point. Most of the girls could be heard cooing, with Mina recording the entire thing on her phone, and even Bakugou was watching, smirking at Todoroki’s situation in a way that only someone who’d been in that position could.

Kaminari drilled back in on Todoroki's ribs, needing no other encouragement to continue. The victim let out a shout of laughter before delving into hysterics at the combo tickling he was being subjected to.

"Guhahahaha-guys! HAHAHhahahaa Ohohokay! Hahahahaha! Plehehease!! K-Kaminari, Midorihihi- Aaahahaha!! NONONO!" The uncharacteristic squeal shot from Todoroki's mouth when Kaminari scribbled his devious fingers under Todoroki's arms. The struggling attempts to get away doubled as Todoroki's adorable shrieking laughter filled the classroom. It was so... High pitched, and adorable, and just so genuine from such a soft spoken, neutral guy. Kirishima nearly awwed. He was not alone, though others seemed to have failed in holding the sound in.

The poor peppermint boy's legs were trembling, and it didn't take long before they gave out on him, and his weight was fully leaning into Midoriya.

"P-PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHAHAHA NO PLEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! I- EEK- I CAHAHANT!!" Todoroki cried out between his sweet laughter. This carried on for another unspecified amount of minutes, Todoroki’s desperation being dutifully ignored in favor of listening to his adorable laughter, before a voice cut through the noise, causing everyone to freeze.

"I leave to deal with a quirk emergency for fifteen minutes, and I come back to this?" Aizawa drawled from where he was standing, arms crossed, in the front of the room, eyes trained on the frozen scene. "I could hear you from three classrooms away."

Todoroki, who sat blushing and panting in what was practically Midoriya's lap by this point, turned red enough that his scar nearly disappeared. "S-Sorry, sensei." He mumbled as an almost equally embarrassed Midoriya quickly lifted his hands from Todoroki’s body in surrender, unable to stand due to being pinned down by the victim of their antics,

"Kaminari, Midoriya, detention." Mr. Aizawa merely said. The loud protests of "What?!" and "It was Kirishima's idea!" ("Hey bro, not cool!") that followed from the electric blond went ignored as Kirishima helped Midoriya remove the staff from poor Todoroki's sleeves.

As the three boys fussed over a tickled-out Todoroki, in which Iida and Uraraka joined in, no one noticed the smile or the chuckle that rasped out of Aizawa as the man closed the classroom door and set up to continue their lesson for the day.

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[wreckingtickles]

The Auction - Bundle 6 (NSFW)

The sixth chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA, and the final chapter of the first part. After this, it's 1-on-1 with the highest bidder.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 2,725

“YOU FUCKING SICKOS, THAT’S ENOUGH!! LET US GO OR I SWEAR I’LL…”

“Bakugo, stop,” advised Todoroki, his voice hoarse. “There’s no point.”

“He knows, he’s just too sensitive to take what’s coming next,” sneered Shindo.

“WHAT THE FUCK HUMAN VIBRATOR YOU’RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME DEAD!!!”

“Oh, is someone a little ticklish on his tootsies? Can’t wait to see you break. How long before you’ll be begging, I wonder.”

“Hey, save some of the trash talk for me! We get it, you’re super horny and embarrassed, but teasing you is MY job!”

That actually shut Shindo up for a moment. Someone more perceptive than Bakugo would have noticed that even though the Ketsubutsu hero was already very flushed, his ears got the tiniest bit redder.

At the same time, the spotlight that had been dark for a while was switched back on. A panting, exhausted Kaminari was back in his seat.

“Kaminari! Are you ok?!” exclaimed a very hoarse Kirishima, somehow managing to muster concern for others while he himself was a wreck, his spiky red hair but a memory as it hung damp in his face.

“Y-You guys… you h-have no i-idea… what I’ve b-been through…” panted Kaminari. After a second, he sensed the chill coming from the other heroes. “W-What?”

“Now, since bidding for this bundle always reaches the highest tier, I say let’s let our auctionees know exactly what they’re in for. The luckiest of the bunch is, once again, Black, scoring only a 6.5. Boo.”

Shindo’s smirk was back. He made to flex his long soles, almost as big as Inasa’s, albeit much slenderer, though the toe restraints prevented him.

“Next we have Gray and Yellow, both with a 7. Though we can all guess which one will be louder.”

Kaminari blushed, to which Ojiro said “Don’t listen to him.”

“Right afterward, we have White with a 7.5… except for one very specific spot we’re not going to disclose except to the highest bidder. Oooh, mysterious!”

“I would like to know too,” commented Inasa.

“Sure you would. Then we have our beloved Red, the poor guy can’t catch a break!”

Kirishima said noting, he only, fruitlessly, attempted to cover one of his broad, squat soles with the other.

“At 9, we have a tie! Green – big shocker, I know – and Orange! Though technically speaking, Orange is at a 9.5 right now… or should I say, only at a 9.5. What does that mean? He doesn’t know either, though he may suspect it! Bid on him to find out!”

“YOU #@ç°#!!!”

“Yeah, yeah. And finally, drum roll for… Pink! Right is a solid 9, while left is a 10!”

The audience aahed and oohed, and Bakugo thought he could see Todoroki blush one shade pinker.

“And since we don’t want to deprive the auctionees of the pleasure of seeing each other go nuts, let’s do a staggered start, what do you say, folks? Shall we say, 1 minute part?”

The shadowy audience loudly murmured its assent.

“But who to start with? Eeny… meeny… miny… you.”

All of the auctionees, who’d been on the edge of their seats, clenched at the announcer’s ominous proclamation. After a moment, they looked at each other: they didn’t know who had been picked.

That was until Bakugo heard Midoriya mutter a worried “Kirishima!” and the redhead to his left flinched. Bakugo noticed two spectral hands rub the squat soles, leaving a glistening film in their trail, before disappearing back into the darkness.

“It’s ok,” said Kirishima nervously, “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, we know you don’t, Red! I wonder, will everyone get to see your not-so-little friend pop up before their turn comes? Will it still be with us when your turn is over, and you see and hear everyone else? Won’t it be too much for you?”

Bakugo saw Kirishima’s expression go from apprehensive but encouraging to embarrassed and terrified. He reflexively closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, everyone!” he yelled, way too loud, as usual.

“It’s… it’s ok, Kirishima…” said Midoriya from across the hall.

“Yeah, weird ain’t a crime,” chimed Pikachu, finally not useless.

“’Sides, none of this is real, right?” chimed in Inasa, seeking a confirmation. Todoroki shrugged, while Ojiro nodded.

Bakugo also wanted to say something to put his friend at ease, but…

“Eijiro,” tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. Kirishima lifted his head and looked at him expectantly.

“Keep your eyes open,” was all that Bakugo was able to say. Kirishima looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, two hairbrushes shot out of the darkness and started savagely scrubbing his soles. The redhead instantly burst into laughter, the tamed spikes of his mane whipping left and right as he shook his head as if to reject what was happening, as if his dissent could stop it.

“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!”

Kirishima’s feet were kind of goofy: on the big side, and very broad, so much so he sometimes had to buy shoes that were one size too big. Squat to the point of being almost blocky, with a shallow arch, they looked like they’d make their owner harder to knock down, solid and dependable like Kirishima himself. But now, they were his undoing as the hairbrushes scrubbed side to side, starting at the ball of his foot, down the arch, to the heel, and then back up.

The readhead laughed whole-heartedly. He wasn’t one to try to keep it in, as Bakugo knew firsthand, but the fact that he wasn’t even attempting to protest, or letting out involuntary exclamations… he’d given up. He’d given in to the sensation and the shame. Bakugo wanted to say something, but when, for the briefest instant, Kirishima locked eyes with him, he came up with nothing; and the redhead closed his eyes, a moment before Kaminari shrieked next to him.

“HEEEEEEEEY!!! NOHOAHHAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHAIN!!! HAHAHA HAHAH AHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Loud, and overdramatic, the usual Kaminari. Exhausted though he was, the vigorous scrubbing of the brushes seemed to fill him with new energy, which he let out by vibrating on the spot. His feet looked tiny between Kirishima’s and Inasa’s, but they were regular size, maybe a bit smaller than average. They looked surprisingly plump: the ball of the foot was very pronounced, and his toes were large and round, like very ripe grapes. But while his toes were spared the torment, the rest of his feet wasn’t, as the brushes made circular motions up and down his soles.

It didn’t take long for both the shrieks and the thrashing to die down as Kaminari ran out of steam, but the hall only got louder as Inasa joined the guffawing chorus. The brushes looked tiny on his massive soles, which, in spite of their size, didn’t look look disproportionate, which in a weird way made the look even bigger. They were on the broad side, and the round toes looked a little too small, except for the big toes.

Inasa’s villainous cackling sounded almost ominous as the brushes, though dwarfed by his soles, still proved to be very effective at wreaking havoc upon them. Someone so big and strong, at the mercy of his nerves… Bakugo would have never expected to see something like that, Inasa reacting to tickling wasn’t something he cared nor would have been able to imagine.

“UUUUUUUH! OHOHOKAA- ohohohkaahahahahay thahahahahat tihihIHIHIHCKLAALHAHAHAHAGH! HAHAHAHAHAhhahaah AHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

“Ah, who doesn’t love to see a big strong man crumble? An extra-large serving of dolt, even down there… by which we mean his feet. Although, you know what they say about big feet?”

Difficult to tell how Inasa would have reacted to the crass commentary, as he was otherwise preoccupied. Bakugo saw Ojiro look at his neighbor with mild apprehension, knowing he was going to be next.

Athletic and a bit rough from the barefoot training, Ojiro’s feet would be completely unremarkable if not for the pink buds on his toes: plump, little toe beans.

“Not so average now! Is our Gray here the cutest?”

Ojiro tried to hide his face by looking down, though everyone knew he was blushing; only to jolt when he suddenly felt the oil being applied to his soles, with the devious hands pausing for a moment after they were done to poke at the toe beans. But that moment of mischief was soon swallowed by the assault of yet another pair of hairbrushes, which no amount of callus could ward Ojiro against.

The martial artist tried to hide his face again, his ears a bright shade of pink, and shifted in his bonds for a moment before beginning to let out a staccato of giggling and laughter, its volume and intensity ebbing and flowing. As announced, it didn’t seem to be a terribly sensitive spot, but the combo of oil and brushes was brutal nonetheless, and Ojiro’s timid mirth spilled forth. “Hahahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHahahah… hahaahHAHAAH… hahahahahaahahaha!”

Bakugo’s gaze shifted from Ojiro to Kirishima and then to Kaminari, whose laughter had already subsided a bit. So he didn’t notice that Todoroki was already squirming and giggling as the hands rubbed oil into his slender, dainty soles.

“Ohohoho, even that is tickling him! Drum roll, please! I give you… the – currently – most sensitive feet, Pink!”

As soon as the announcer called his nickname, Todoroki exploded with laughter, the two hairbrushes digging in enthusiastically.

Bakugo was almost positive he’d never heard Todoroki laugh before tod-- whatever time that was. And for it to happen while he was also doing to desperately, producing energy he no longer had to fight against his bonds, flushed and still bearing the red marks of previous touched, that felt even more surreal. If anything, it lent credence to the fact that none of that was real, whatever that meant.

“Now, this is already working too well, but if we wanted to be extra mean to Pink, we could do this!”

Both hairbrushes focused on his left foot, one covering his heel and part of his arch, the other the rest of his arch, the ball of his foot, and even the base of his toes.

Todoroki’s boyish laughter rose to a feverish pitch, then went silent. Eyes shut, mouth agape, hair sticky with sweat slinging to his forehead, he nodded his head as if in disbelief.

“But he’s already been through enough, so… we’ll leave that joy to his bidder.”

The second hairbrush moved back to his right foot, and Todoroki’s laughter resurged after a few moments with a coughing fit. And someone else’s joined it, a laughter Bakugo was far better acquainted with.

“HAHAAHHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHH!!! NOHAHAHAHA EHEHEHENOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA AHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!”

The two hairbrushes took up most of Midoriya’s soles, which maybe looked a little big for his size, but were overall quite small. His toes, however, were relatively big, and they looked like they wanted nothing more than to be out of those restraints to wiggle freely, yet another part of Deku that was transparently expressive.

“I think we’re reaching maximum cuteness with Green Bean here! I should warn bidders that you might feel compelled to let him go. Or to never let him go, I suppose.”

Midoriya’s eyes would have been obscured by his sweaty shock of hair, but since he had stamina in spades, he was still flailing it about, regaling the audience with glimpses of his half-astonished, half-desperate stare.

Bakugo was too transfixed looking at a sight that wasn’t quite so unfamiliar to notice that Shindo had begun to fidget next to him.

“Ah- Uh- T-That kihind ohof ti-ticklehehs… Ngh!”

The hairbrushes had begun to slide up and down the long soles.

“It uh- Ihihit’s not s-suhupposed toho tihihiclke this muhuhuch! Hehehehehey!!”

“Yes, welcome to the oil and hairbrush combo. Your physiology won’t protect you from that.”

Bakugo’s enjoyment of his next-chair auctionee’s plight was marred by the sudden realization that he was going to be next. And as Shindo went from puffing, to giggling, to laughing, Bakugo unleashed a new string of expletives and curses, which only increased in vulgarity when he saw the hairbrushes approach – slowly, teasingly, without rushing, feasting on his anger.

“Yep, no oil for him. He makes his own, as his bidder will get to see. But also, we wanted to make sure he knew that what’s about to happen to him now is entirely due to how sensitive he is.”

The string of curses cut off abruptly when Bakugo felt the bristles touch down on his soles. They hadn’t started moving yet. They were just there, threatening him with their mere presence. And he knew right away he was in trouble.

“Oh? Finally quiet, are you? You can’t trust yourself not to laugh, I take it.”

Bakugo was about to break his silence, but the bristles began to move. Slowly, incredibly slowly, pressing hundreds of ticklish lines into his skin at a snail’s pace. Shit.

Bakugo’s feet were just like him: flawless (debatably) and V-shaped. The slender arch grew wider towards the ball of his foot, very plump and clearly demarcated. His toes were prototypical, neither too long nor too short, neither too big nor too small, resting, round, on a gently curved stem. Perfectly pink his soles and toes were, and no matter how much he ran, his Quirk kept them smooth and soft. He couldn’t do anything about his ribs being horribly ticklish, but there was a reason he almost never went barefoot in common areas, why he’d kept his shoes on during the cavalry battle.

The bristles reached the base of his toes, then started their descent, slightly faster than before, Bakugo was certain of it. He wouldn’t cuss, he wouldn’t threaten. He wouldn’t say anything, nothing would escape his sealed lips. And once again, the clanging of his restraints was an outlet for the sounds his mouth wouldn’t make, but once again, that struggle was futile. Maybe he wasn’t even trying to break free, he was just channeling the mirth in a different direction.

The bristles reached the bottom of his heel, and they started back up, slightly faster. Then back down, faster. Up, faster. Down, even faster.

Bakugo vibrated in place, snarled, then bellowed like a bull. The scrubbing pace kept getting faster, and it tickled more and more.

It was intense. Far too intense. And as the traveling pressure transformed into a cloud, Bakugo was made acutely aware of exactly where it tickled most, and how much. The top of his heel, where it connected to the arch, was bad enough, but the ball of his foot, that was the pain point, the spark that lit a fire under his diaphragm. Where? Right underneath, right in the middle, or right at the top, at the base of his toes? Bakugo didn’t want to know, he only knew the cloud compelled him to laugh, but he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t… He wouldn’t!

And then, he heard the announcer again – not loud, like a whisper, as if it was coming from right next to his ear – and he hung from every word, as his mind searched for anything else to wrap itself around, “Just let it go. Because this is only the beginning. And none of this is real. So when I say that you’ll lose, it doesn’t even matter.”

Bakugo didn’t notice when his close-mouthed mooing began to break up. He didn’t notice when his lips parted, consumed by the sensation and his desperation to fight it. He didn’t realize he had broken. He didn’t realize his laughter was pouring out, louder than anyone else’s, bursting forth, finally unchained.

He burned, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, a mere instrument in the hands of those tools. He didn’t even notice it had ended at first, as he just kept laughing. And when he did, and he was able to rein in his reactions, he noticed everyone else staring at him, and he finally understood why they left him for last: so that everyone would see and hear him after he’d broken.

Shindo was the only one who dared to speak. “Like I said. Ticklish tootsies.”

There was no more blood in Bakugo’s body that could pour towards his face, but before he could resume screaming, the announcer piped up again.

“And we’re done here! I trust this demonstration has been most informative. Now, bidding commences. Best of luck, everyone!”

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!shindou #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!ojirou #ticklish!ojiro

[tricks-tickles]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

ty anon for the request i am such a whore for tododeku

word count: 735

pairing: Lee!Todoroki/Ler!Midoriya

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When Izuku walked into Todoroki’s room, he burst out laughing. 

Of course, he immediately felt guilty as Todoroki whined, burrowing deeper into his blankets until only his two-toned hair was visible. 

In all fairness, it had been a very long, cold day. They’d had an English essay due for Present Mic, and hero training which had been a complicated search and rescue mission,  dragging on for hours, and the building it had been in was a fake, of course, meaning there was no insulation against the biting cold. The only reason Izuku wasn’t in bed with him was that All-Might had pulled him aside for a catch-up. With that done, he was free to join Todoroki.

He pulled off his jacket, set it over the desk chair, and knelt down next to the futon, pulling back the covers and shuffling into it, before wrapping his arms around Todoroki. 

“Hi.” He said softly into his ear. 

“Hey,” Todoroki whispered back, then gasped when Izuku’s cold hands made their way onto his left side.

“Don’t do that.” He said, but Izuku felt the skin beneath his fingers heat up obligingly from his quirk.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes until Izuku started to get bored. He never was very good at lazing around with nothing to occupy his hands. He considered grabbing his phone, but he realized with a sigh that he’d left it in his jacket. He huffed and pressed his face into Todoroki’s hair as he thought of what he could do. Absent-mindedly, he started trailing his fingers against Todoroki, tracing shapes and patterns onto the warm skin. Then, Izuku’s nails caught against his side, just slightly, making Todoroki flinch, and his eyes widened. 

He slowly resumed his motions, dragging his nails up and down Todoroki’s side. Todoroki made a half-aborted noise and curled up tighter. Izuku grinned, leaving his fingers to gently wiggle right below his ribs. Todoroki’s breathing started to get funny, but he seemed content to lie there and take it until Izuku gently pinched his lowest rib. 

“Midoriya.” He said, warningly. 

“Yes,” He responded, pinching another rib, “What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wr- dohon’t!” Todoroki gasped before his hands flew up to cover his mouth. 

Izuku beamed. Todoroki was always so cute when he was trying not to laugh. He would fight to cover his face, while the rest of his body would lose all strength, and if he were standing he would collapse to the floor. Izuku sat up a little, bringing his hands round to scribble along his side, from his hip, along to his ribs, relishing in the quiet squeaks that were muffled against Todoroki’s hands. 

“Todoroki.” He sang, “Are you hiding from me?”

Todoroki shook his head, his eyes tightly scrunched and hands clapped over his mouth. 

Time to up the ante. 

Izuku grabbed his side, and flipped Todoroki onto his back, before settling onto his thighs. Then, before he had any time to react, Izuku began wriggling his fingers into Todoroki’s stomach. The effect was immediate.

Todoroki’s hands shot down to cover his stomach, and that's when the laughter that had been building up against his hands burst out. 

“Mihidohorihihiya! Plehehase!” He cried.

Izuku cocked his head innocently, “Please what? What’s wrong Todoroki?"

Izuku’s fingers slipped down to scratch at his hips where his clothes has shifted around, making him arch his back with a squeal.

“Yohohuhu knohohow whahahat!” He said, weakly kicking his legs.

Izuku smirked and, feeling a little malicious, he leaned forward until his lips were ghosting the shell of Todoroki’s ear. 

“Awwh.” He cooed, “Am I tickling you?” With that, he brought his hands up to squeeze Todoroki’s sides as he took a deep breath in, blowing a raspberry on his neck. 

Todoroki squealed, his hands finally coming back to hit Izuku’s arms weakly, as his whole body shook with the force of his laughter. Sensing that he was running out of air, Izuku gave his sides one final squeeze before getting off of Todoroki, watching as he panted for air. He was blushing a cute pink, his eyes scrunched up and chest still shaking with leftover giggles. Then, Todoroki sighed, rolling over to faceplant onto the futon. “Satisfied?” He mumbled into the mattress.

Izuku hummed. “For now. You?”

Todoroki nodded, and Izuku laid down next to him, content to leach his warmth for the rest of the night.

#lee!todoroki #ler!midoriya #mha tickles #bhna tickles #ticklish!todoroki #hope you all like <3 #my fics #i. spelt midoriyas name wrong and im only just realising #mistake has now been rectified #I SPELT TODOROKIS NAME WRONG TOOOOO #SOBS

[sunflowernoodles]

Touch Starved

Hope everyone’s having a lovely day! This ones a bit long but enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Iida

Ships: mentions of Seroroki

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At the 1A dorms, tickle fights were a regular occurrence. Weekly, sometimes daily fights for the sole purpose of having some dumb fun. This confused a one Shoto Todoroki.

Mainly because he never got included in these tickle fights. It made sense, Shoto thought. He didn’t know if he was ticklish, how could his friends possibly know? But still, that didn’t change the fact that Shoto so badly wanted to be a part of it all, or help his nervousness when tickling was even slightly mentioned

Earlier in the day, Shoto saw Denki pinning Sero on the floor of the common room and tickling his sides, not letting up when the blond noticed Shoto in the doorway. “Hey, Todoroki!” Denki waved with one hand while tormenting his cackling friend with the other.

Shoto blushed, both from seeing the random display of affection and tickles and from hearing Sero’s laugh. “Hello, Kaminari.” He spoke, leaving before Denki got another word in.

Everyone giving Midoriya a random poke or squeeze to the side was normal too. But it made Shoto want to shrivel in on himself nonetheless when he saw Uraraka and Tsu trapping Midoriya in a little tickle hug later in the day. Shoto tried to ignore them.

All of that brought him to right now. Sitting within a pile of friends on the couch at night as the class binged movies. Shoto was enjoying the movies, and being smushed between several of his friends.

That was until, the characters in the movie they were watching started tickling each other for a brief moment. Shoto felt his face heat up as he grew nervous and tried not to fidget. Even minutes after the scene had passed.

“I’m tired.” Spoke Shoto after a while, not waiting on an answer before standing and quickly making his exit. His face burned as nervous butterflies flapped around in his stomach.

Shoto hid in his room, sitting on the futon and burying his face into his pillow with a whine. He was frustrated with himself, he didn’t know why. Shoto so badly craved to be touched and to be given affection by his friends, and here was a perfect form of affection and yet he was nervous. And for what? He and the others knew Midoriya liked to be tickled, and they found it cute.

The creek of his door snapped Shoto out of his thoughts. “Pardon me for not knocking, but are you alright, Todoroki? You left so suddenly.” Said Iida from the door. Shoto’s embarrassed worsened as he unhid his face.

“Todoroki, you’re face is red! Are you sick?” Asked Iida worriedly as he moved to sit beside Shoto and placed a hand on his forehead. Shoto fought the urge to melt into the touch.

“I feel fine. It was just… the movie.” Shoto half told the truth with a shrug and Iida removed his hand. The peppermint colored boy looked down at his hands in embarrassment.

Iida tilted his head in confusion, “Really? I thought the movie was quite tame.” He said, watching the way Shoto turned his head away from him to further avoid eye contact. Iida thought for a moment before he realized.

“Was it the ti-“

“Yes.” Shoto interrupted before Iida could say the word. Iida was taken aback a bit at being interrupted and Shoto’s uncharacteristically embarrassed and shy behavior.

“Did it make you uncomfortable?” Iida asked, earning a small shake of the head from his friend. The taller of the two stared thoughtfully for a moment.

“Do you …like being tickled, Todoroki?” He continued with a soft smile. Shoto tensed and shoved his face back into his pillow with a small whine.

“I don’t even know if I am and everything’s driving me crazy!” Shoto complained, “I just- I just want included in everything but I don’t know.” He spoke, muffled by the pillow.

It was quite for a moment, apart from the sound of shuffling fabric Shoto heard beside him. Iida placed a hand on Shoto’s shoulder and he gently pulled the pillow away, Shoto allowing him to. “Well,” said Iida, “would you like to find out if you are?” Iida offered with a gentle smile.

Shoto’s mind was screaming at him to keep up his safety wall, to not accept the offer of affection. But Shoto really, really wanted it. So after a moment, Shoto nodded and looked up at Iida shyly.

Iida smiled brightly, “Great! Could you lay down then?” He asked, and Shoto listened, moving onto his back slowly and nervously. Iida looked over him, making sure he was really comfortable one last time.

The anticipation was absolutely killing Shoto now. He didn’t know what to expect if he was ticklish, he understood what it was at its base, but Shoto was just so unfamiliar with any affection.

Iida, not wanting to overwhelm his potentially ticklish friend, gently needed at Shoto’s sides while paying attention to any sort of reaction. Shoto jerked, nearly gasping at the unfamiliar tingly feeling at his sides. His lips quivered slightly as he fought off the urge to smile and giggle.

“Well?” Asked Iida, already knowing the answer. His tickles stayed soft for now until he hot a better idea of how Shoto was.

“It- thihis fehels- ihit feels reheally weheheird.” Shoto giggled softly but the joy and giddiness was obvious on his face and in his eyes. The sight of his happy friend was almost relieving to Iida. He smiled.

“Yeah? Wanna try a different spot?” Iida massaged Shoto’s sides as he got an excited nod from the peppermint boy. Iida chuckled, “Okay. What about here?” He asked, scratching down to Shoto’s belly. Even if it wasn’t a lot, Shoto’s reaction was much more noticeable.

“Ohoho gohod!” Shoto giggled, kicking his legs out adorably. His mind felt a little fuzzy and he didn’t know what to do with himself, which Shoto oddly enjoyed just being able to lay there and laugh.

Iida lightened the tickles even more at that, “Are you alright?” He asked, checking in just to make sure. But Shoto pouted a little.

“I’m fine. Uh- You can keep going.” Shoto spoke shyly. While some of the giggles and other noises he was making were a bit embarrassing, it felt nice to laugh and to be the center of somebody’s attention.

Iida smiled, “If that’s what you want. …I wonder what Sero would think about this, hm?” He teased as he brought the tickling back up a fee notches and the red of Shoto’s face depended noticeably.

“No! I wohould dihihie! Iida!” Shoto giggled and almost squealed when Iida suddenly dug his hands up into his underarms. Shoto clamped his arms down but it did nothing to lessen the feeling.

“But its cute. And you like it correct? Just like you like Sero. I can think of a certain peppermint who may want his crush to tickle him now.” Iida continued and Shoto rolled onto his side with a squeal, hiding in his pillows.

“Nohohohoho! Iida, I cahahant! I gehet sohoho dumb around Hahantaha!” Shoto laughed, squeaking as a finger swiped up his back to his neck. “Iida!” He giggled, upset that his laugh calmed down a bit.

“You just like him, it’s okay.” Iida nodded, pinching at a strip of exposed skin on Shoto’s stomach where his shirt had ridden up.

Shoto seemingly gave up on the argument, just wanting to laugh and not think a bit longer. Thankfully, Iida was happy to oblige, “May I try something, Todoroki?” Iida asked, earning a small nod.

Iida ceased the tickle for a moment to get a giggly Shoto back onto his and to roll his shirt up. Shoto giggled quietly as he watched. “This is something my brother would do a lot.” Said Iida before he inhaled a big breath of air, leaned down and blew one of the biggest raspberries he could muster right onto Shoto’s navel.

Shoto screamed, “EEEAHAHA IHIHIHIDAHA! PLEHEASE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!” He squirmed and kicked his legs and grabbed fistfuls of the covers underneath him. While Shoto did enjoy being tickled and the attention of it all, it was late and this was quickly sapping the rest of his energy. So after a few more thoughtfully placed raspberries on Shoto’s belly, Iida finally, really stopped and sat up.

“Are you alright, Todoroki? Did I go too far?” Iida asked as he took to gently rubbing Shoto’s belly to get rid of any left over ghost tickles and to calm him down.

Shoto giggled out breathily, face pink and eyes shut with a bright smile stretched across his face, “Fihine. Its fuhuhun, thank you Iida.” He nodded. Iida smiled a little.

“Of course, my friend. I’ll be happy to help whenever you need a good laugh. Sleep well.” Iida ruffled Shoto’s hair and pulled the covers over his sleepy friend before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Iida did answer honestly to those who asked when he returned downstairs. Besides, the movie was paused when he left and Shoto’s laughs and giggles could have been heard across the campus anyways. That and he was followed by a couple others that heard everything.

And maybe Iida did tell Sero, and everyone else, about the many new Shoto related discoveries. If Shoto asked, Sero didn’t hear it from Iida. But Shoto was added to the list of targets and people to include in tickle fights, making the following day very eventful for the currently sleeping peppermint.

#bnha tickles #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #ler!iida #sfw tickles #tickle fic #Shoto deserves all the love and affection in the world right now

[intheticklecloset]

TickleTober Day #10: Candy Apples

TodoBaku (MHA)

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“Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!” Bakugou cried through helpless giggles as his partner tackled him to the floor, sticky fingers tickling along his upper ribs. “You’re mahahahahaking a mehehehehess, idiot!”

“Oh, I am?” Todoroki teased, smirking at his boyfriend. “What a pity.”

They’d been given the task of making caramel apples for their dorm’s Halloween party that evening – something they knew they’d be able to handle easily, which was probably why Todoroki felt it safe to mess around a little while getting the job done.

The only problem was, he had caramel all over his fingers when he started tickling his unsuspecting partner, which meant said caramel was now on his upper ribs.

Bakugou tried shoving him away with his elbow so as not to get the caramel on his hands in his boyfriend’s hair. “Quihihihihihit it! You’re mahahahahaking me stihihihihicky, icy-hohohohohot!”

Todoroki stopped tickling, but only to grin at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou knew him too well not to know what was coming next. He panicked.

“No!”

“But Katsuki…”

“No!”

“You said yourself I’m making a mess. It’s only fair that I clean it up…”

“No, no, no – NOHOHOHOHOHO ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and roared with laughter when Todoroki began licking up the caramel that had gotten stuck to his boyfriend’s upper ribs. It was just coincidence that it happened to be his most ticklish spot – total coincidence. Definitely.

Todoroki expertly kept Bakugou’s flailing arms at bay as he went to work, even throwing in a little tickle bite here and there to make him scream. He grinned at the hysterics he was pulling from his usually grumpy partner. “Hold still, I’m almost done~”

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOU, ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“What’s that? You want me to keep going?”

Bakugou screeched. “NONONO WAIT—!!”

They did eventually get the caramel apples done, but they may or may not have run out of caramel for the last couple of apples by the time the party started.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #tickletober #bnha #mha #todoroki #bakugou #todobaku #tickling #ticklish #tickle