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Am I tripping or is Episode 12 of Windbreaker S1 just straight up not on Crunchyroll anymore?? I'm trying to rewatch it but Ep12 is just... not showing up for me?
Ok, so I'm really new to your channel, but I've been binge reading (is that a thing?) your MHA masterlist, and in the story "For Reference", Aoyama hints at getting back at Deku? I feel like Aoyama would be the one to tease the crap out of him, with gentle and harsh tickles. This would be SO cute!!! Ty for your hard work ^^
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Summary: Chuuya attempts to train Dazai not to be so annoying when he's in a lee mood, but by the end of the day he finds he's not sure he prefers a perfectly behaved boyfriend after all.
A/N: Remember this poll? The results were SO close, but lee Dazai won - and this was the result! Hope you enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 2054
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Poke.
Chuuya wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time. He kept his gaze squarely focused on his book of poetry, legs crossed, one arm over the back of the couch. Whenever Dazai was in a mood, he’d start being annoying, hoping to get his smaller boyfriend to react. It usually worked – scratch that, it always worked. But Chuuya had been doing some thinking recently, and today he decided he wasn’t going to give in to his partner’s antics. He was going to train Dazai to get what he wanted a different way.
Poke. His cheek squished as his boyfriend’s finger prodded into it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the brunette smirking, and that irritated Chuuya more than anything. It was like he knew he’d get what he wanted if he just kept it up, and why wouldn’t he think that? It had worked every time up to now.
Poke.
Not this time.
“Dazai,” Chuuya said, keeping his eyes trained on the words in his book even though he wasn’t reading them anymore and both of them knew it. “If you keep that up, there will be consequences.”
It was what the detective wanted to hear, and again, both of them knew it. But this time, when Dazai poked his cheek again in that arrogantly defiant way of his, Chuuya was slow, purposeful. He closed his book, put it to the side, uncrossed his legs. He could feel the energy radiating from his boyfriend, that eagerness that was the reason behind his antics in the first place.
Chuuya got to his feet.
He turned his back.
And he walked out of the room.
~
Dazai’s tricks grew more desperate as the days went by without any kind of repercussions. Normally he’d save nagging Chuuya in this way for when they were alone, or sometimes in the presence of close friends. But by the fourth day, he was even going so far as to try and provoke his boyfriend while he was on the phone with his boss.
“Yes, sir, they assured me the shipment will arrive on time,” Chuuya said into the phone, giving Dazai a sharp glare whilst keeping his tone neutral. He knew something was coming. He’d been with the detective too long now not to sense when he was about to be stupid. “Yes, sir.” More talking from the other end. “No, sir.”
It came swiftly, without warning, but thankfully the mafioso had been prepared enough to at least stifle his reaction when fingers clawed at his ribs, making what would have been an obvious yelp of laughter turn into a sudden coughing fit that sounded legitimate enough to convince Mori that his sip of water had just gone down the wrong pipe. And Mori knew he was dating Dazai, so that had to count for something.
He was a master class in acting. They should study his method in universities.
Without missing a beat, Chuuya muted his end while Mori gave further instructions, grabbed Dazai by the tie, and yanked him down so they were face to face.
“Behave,” he growled, dropping his unbothered mask for a moment to let his irritation at his boyfriend show. He leaned in to whisper the rest in his ear. “Or I won’t tickle you to within an inch of your life tonight.”
He let go of his boyfriend’s tie and took a couple of steps away, unmuting the phone to continue his conversation as though nothing had happened. Behind him, he could feel Dazai’s stillness – a sharp contrast to his fidgeting from the rest of the week. When he turned to glance at him, he could practically see the cogs whirring in his head, reformulating his plan of attack on the fly, as he was so frustratingly good at.
By the time Chuuya ended his call with Mori, Dazai was the very model of a perfectly behaved boyfriend. It was unnerving in a way, but also extremely satisfying. With a smirk, Chuuya strode out of the room.
He’d see how long it took for that behavior to crumble.
~
It would have been incredibly gratifying to drag Dazai out on a bunch of errands he normally hated that day, just to watch him struggle to be good so he could get what he wanted later, but Chuuya decided it would be even more difficult for his boyfriend if they stayed at home, always in the same room, always within tickling distance but without ever acting on it instead.
Thus, they went about an entirely normal day at home together. They did chores. They talked. They watched a few episodes of a new show, cuddling under a blanket. (That had been the hardest part for Dazai to stay still through, Chuuya knew.) They made dinner, then ate dinner, and finally changed into pajamas for the evening.
Through it all, Dazai was as gentlemanly as he’d ever been. He still bantered and snarked and found ways to annoy Chuuya, but he kept his hands to himself, never touched his boyfriend unless it was to hug him closer during their show. He was perfect. It was incredible to behold, really.
And also way more unsettling than Chuuya had anticipated. Satisfying though it had been, by the end of the day he actually found he was missing Dazai’s usual antics, and resolved to only use this method of withholding what his boyfriend wanted when he really, truly needed the man to be on his best behavior.
His decision was further cemented when he went to encourage Dazai to come to bed a little early so he could deliver on his promise, and he saw the strained, desperate look on his boyfriend’s face.
Chuuya’s heart twisted in his chest. “Hey, you good?”
The brunette looked up at him with the most pleading puppy dog eyes he’d ever used on the redhead and gripped the couch cushions, visibly restraining himself as he said, “Please, Chuuya.”
The mafioso was floored. Not only had he gotten Dazai to be on his best behavior all day, now he’d managed to get him to beg, all without ever laying a finger on him.
He’d had enough.
With a smile, he moved to stand in front of his partner, tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “You’ve been so good today. Thank you. Now, why don’t you come to bed so I can give you what you want so badly, hmm?”
Dazai’s features lit up in relieved excitement. He was off the couch and into the bedroom so fast Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh as he followed him. When he got to their room, he found Dazai lying on the bed, hands lifted above him, gripping the headboard, keeping himself wide open for whatever the redhead wanted to do.
It was adorable.
Chuuya smirked, climbing onto the mattress with him and settling himself on his hips. “All right, I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” Then, without further ado, he reached up to scribble into Dazai’s open armpits.
The brunette let out what was almost a groan of relief before bursting into cackling laughter, his grip on the headboard faltering somewhat but never actually moving.
“Fihihihihihihihihihinally!” he cried, body squirming instinctively even though his bright smile and unmoving arms told Chuuya everything they needed to. “Thahahahahahat was tohohohohohorture!”
“I’m sorry,” Chuuya replied, and he meant it. He dragged his nails down to Dazai’s top ribs, walked his fingers back up, dug into his underarms briefly, and then repeated the action. “I really just wanted a day where you weren’t constantly getting on my nerves, but I don’t think that was the answer for either of us. We can talk about it later. For now, just enjoy your reward.”
Dazai whined in an eager sort of way, letting himself relax and giggle as his boyfriend gently warmed him up for the harsher tickles he knew were coming soon. It had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to give up and tickle Chuuya into submission first as the day dragged on, but now that he was here he felt like it had all been worth it, because not only was he getting what he finally wanted, but he knew his boyfriend would use all his favorite techniques against him, too.
It didn’t take long.
Chuuya suddenly switched tactics, going from scribbling to digging a single finger into the meat of each armpit, making Dazai arch his back and shout in surprise, harder laughter bubbling up out of him, arms trembling now.
“Keep your arms up for me,” Chuuya teased, never letting up on his attack. “You’ve been dying to laugh for me all day, haven’t you? Well, I can’t do that if you don’t let me get you where it tickles the most. Riiiiiight here, yeah? Right under your arms. Does it tickle, Dazai? Hmm?”
Dazai let out a strangled curse, using the rest of his allotted willpower to grip the headboard for all he was worth. “Yehehehehehehehehehes!”
“Good. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just settle in and tickle, tickle, tickle you here for a while.” Chuuya smirked at Dazai’s reddening cheeks, his clearly crumbling resolve. “Aww, look how ticklish you are here. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”
“Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Dazai whined, briefly releasing one hand on instinct before clamping it back in place. “No teheheheheheheheasing!”
“But you love it,” Chuuya replied in a mischievous voice. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Dazai? If anything, I think you want me to tease you more. Until you can’t even think straight. Until you’re laughing your guts out and begging for mercy. Hmm? Don’t you? Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~”
With a desperate cry, Dazai released his hands and shot his arms down protectively, laughter shifting into something more frantic, especially when Chuuya snatched up one wrist, twisted it over top of his boyfriend’s head so his right armpit was as exposed as possible, and used his free hand to dig into that spot for all he was worth.
Dazai threw his head back and screamed. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“What’s the matter, Dazai? I thought you wanted me to tickle you to within an inch of your life.” Chuuya had to speak up to be heard over his partner’s helpless cackling. “I’d say we still have several yards to go before we’re there. You’ll just have to take it~”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHELSE!! PLEASE, CHUUYA!!”
“If you say so.” Chuuya smirked, effortlessly dropping his hands from Dazai’s armpits to his hips, pressing and kneading in that meticulous way he knew drove his boyfriend up the wall, wincing a little when the detective let out a fresh shriek of laughter, hands flying down to grip his wrists in desperation.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEITHER!! NO FAIR, NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
Chuuya laughed along with him, unable to hide how much fun he was having with this as well. It was always a treat to make his annoying bastard of a boyfriend plead for mercy, but right now, he was just happy to be able to reward Dazai for a very, very good day. He could have easily activated his ability, pinned his boyfriend in the way he wanted, tickled him so hard and so long he’d be forced to cancel it out of sheer desperation – but there was something so fun about watching Dazai struggle and thrash and not be able to do a damn thing about the position he was in.
And really, he’d forced his boyfriend to restrain himself all day. The least he could do now was let him react in exactly the way he wanted to in response to the unbearable sensations wracking his body, in just the way he’d been desperate for them to all week.
“CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!” Dazai’s laughter grew screechy the more he focused on his hips, hands becoming vice grips on his wrists in his unconscious effort to ease the tickling even a fraction. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
Chuuya just smiled at him, though he was too far gone to notice.
“Don’t you worry, Dazai,” he said, suddenly darting back up into his armpits and watching Dazai tip his head back to scream and laugh uncontrollably, without restraint, legs kicking in the air behind the redhead’s straddle. “Now that I’ve got you here, you’re not going anywhere.”
Hey, idk if you take suggestions, so I'll send this, but you don't have to take this, but can you do Lee older Deku and Ler dead Shigaraki? Like, in a dream, like Shigaraki isn't done haunting Deku, but is done hurting him, so he switches to tickling him in his dream and gives him a Lee mood he can't escape from? Sorry if this doesn't make sense! Also love all the fics, keep up the great work
One - my suggestions are closed, as is clearly stated both in my bio and pinned post. Two - Shigaraki is on my list of restrictions, as stated in my fandoms/characters list, which is linked in said pinned post.
I appreciate your support, but PLEASE take a minute to actually read and check my status on what's open and not.
A compilation of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories from various seasonal events.
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91) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
“Ahahahahahaha! Chihihihihihibi, wahahahahahahait!” Dazai squealed, trying to wriggle away from his boyfriend to no avail.
Chuuya’s hands were around his waist, digging into his hips from behind, trying to “hug” his partner after a long day at work and a freezing walk home in the snow. “I’m trying to actually show you affection and all you want is to get away from me? Asshole. I don’t know why I stay with you.”
“Yohohohohohohou lohohohohohohove me!” Dazai shot back, his knees going weak the more he laughed and fought. “Shit, you’re cohohohohohohold! Lehehehehehehet me go!”
“Rude!” The redhead smirked, shooting one hand up into his boyfriend’s armpit, making him crumple to the floor entirely. The mafioso wasted no time taking a seat on his backside, hooking his fingers into the detective’s hips and waist. “You’ll pay for that, you little bastard.”
“I’m your supeheheheheheheherior! How dahahahahahahare you!”
“Tch. You were when you were one of us, but now that you switched sides, I’d say I’m far superior to your dumbass.” Chuuya grinned, unable to hide how much he was enjoying their play. They so rarely got to be silly together, he cherished these moments more than he cared to admit. “Now hold still. I’m trying to warm up my hands here.”
“I’m nohohohohohohot a heheheheheheheater!” Dazai protested, squirming and laughing but otherwise making no actual move to try and stop his partner. He liked being tickled to a point, and he was far from reaching it at this stage of their game. “Agh, your hahahahahahands are so cohohohohohold! It tihihihihihihickles!”
“Does it?” Chuuya hummed, slipping one hand beneath Dazai’s disheveled shirt to scratch at his bare side. “How about now?”
The detective squealed again, shooting up for a split second before collapsing back onto the floor, clenching his fists and kicking his legs as he cackled into the carpet of their living room. “Ehehehehehehe! Meheheheheheheheanie!”
The redhead rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “So dramatic. Fine, I’ll just get this over with so you can go about your day.” He took a moment to tug off his gloves, letting Dazai breathe for a few moments before going for the kill and jamming his hands into his armpits.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Dazai shrieked, jerking so hard he made Chuuya topple off of him onto the floor. The mafioso grabbed him before he could roll away, tickling into his armpit while getting to actually see his flushed, laughing face now. “CHIHIHIHIHIHIBI!!”
Chuuya snickered, slowing to a stop and letting his hand rest on his boyfriend’s thigh as he caught his breath. “You’re such an idiot.”
Dazai shimmied closer to him. “You love me.”
“Yeah, I do,” the redhead admitted, and kissed him with a smile.
It was good to be home.
*
92) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi
“Ryuuuu~ Where are yooooou?~”
Akutagawa clapped his hands over his mouth, grinning uncontrollably. This feeling was new to him – this powerlessness (he’d left his coat on a hook by the door, the new norm when he was visiting his boyfriend), the terror, the anticipation. He was hunkered down in Atsushi’s closet, sitting on his futon. It was difficult to find a place to really hide in his tiny apartment, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t really about the hiding, was it?
It was about getting caught.
The weretiger was silent as he walked – one of the many advantages of being, well, a weretiger – but Akutagawa could sense him as easily as if he were the same person. They’d grown so close, in many ways, they might as well be the same person. Then again, he would never in a million years have suggested playing hide and seek in an apartment barely big enough to fit—
The door to the closet slid open, and Atsushi towered over him with a triumphant smile. “Gotcha!”
Akutagawa shrunk back into the corner with a squeal, giggling already despite himself. He just couldn’t help it, not when he knew what was coming!
“Weretiger – ah, wait!” The mafioso struggled just a bit, but when it came to physical strength they both knew Atsushi had him beat. Within moments he’d been dragged out of his safe hiding spot and into the open bedroom, and Atsushi was pushing him down to the floor to straddle his waist. “Wahahahait, nohohohoho!”
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Atsushi laughed, raising his fingers and wiggling them teasingly. “You’re really excited for me to tickle you, huh?”
Akutagawa felt the burn in his cheeks and knew he was blushing. Still, he crossed his arms protectively over his ribs and giggled, “Dohohohohon’t sahahahahahay that cuhuhuhuhuhursed word!”
The younger boy just grinned even more, gently taking his boyfriend’s wrists and pressing them to the ground by his sides, then kneeling on them to keep him trapped as he began scribbling over his belly and sides through his shirt.
Akutagawa made a noise he wasn’t proud of before dissolving into helpless giggles, this time properly tickle-induced. He squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his head to the side, ever embarrassed but also secretly thrilled at the sensations buzzing through his nervous system, making him let go and have fun. “Weheheheheheheretiger!”
“Yeeeeees?” Atsushi snickered, keeping his touch light and playful, not wanting to send his partner into utter hysterics – yet. “Something on your mind, Ryu?”
“Dohohohohohon’t tehehehehehease me!” Aku pleaded, knowing the exact opposite would happen and giddily bracing for it.
Atsushi knew his game but decided to play it anyway. It was so rare for his boyfriend to willingly let go, how could he deny him now? “Hmm. Tickle, tickle, tickle, Ryuunosuke~”
Akutagawa only let him stop when he was about to have a coughing fit from giggling so hard.
*
93) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
It was both a blessing and a curse, really, that Chuuya had chosen to wear a tank top today. On the one hand, he was soaked, and it was uncomfortable, but on the other hand, it was blazingly hot outside and the water dripping down his arms and back felt pretty nice, all things considered.
One of those things being the fact that Dazai had been the one to drench him in the first place.
“What’s the matter, Chuuya?” said detective taunted now, holding his water gun aloft with triumph. “Can’t use gravity to keep the water off of you?”
Technically he could, but it was a ton of effort that the redhead frankly did not possess at the moment. Focusing on each individual drop was way harder than only having to focus on a spattering of bullets, or a knife thrown.
“Nah, it feels good,” he shot back, snarky but honest at the same time. “Doesn’t mean I’m not getting you back, though. Take this!”
With a flourish he aimed his own water pistol and fired, the spray barely reaching the brunette, who danced away and cackled. “Too slow, chibi!” Then he fired his own again, snickering as Chuuya threw up his arms defensively and gradually sank to one knee, trying and failing to avoid the attack.
Dazai was too caught up in his fun to realize that stepping closer was exactly what the smaller man wanted him to do. The instant he was even mildly within reach, Chuuya kicked a leg out, sweeping his from under him and sending him sprawling to the grass. The redhead launched for him immediately.
“GAK!! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuhuuya wait, no fahahahahahahahair! You cahahahahahahan’t tihihihihickle me!” Dazai waved his gun around helplessly, his free hand grasping the mafioso’s wrist as his fingers dug into his ribs, kneading into the bottom one with precision.
Chuuya smirked, suddenly grateful that the detective had forgone a shirt this afternoon. Though his bandages were still in place, it still left more of him exposed to the smaller man’s wrath than usual. He quickly hopped onto his legs to keep him pinned while skittering and scratching all over his torso, and Dazai tossed his head back and giggled uncontrollably, barely fighting back at all.
“Meheheheheheheheanie! I was wihihihihihihinning! You’re suhuhuhuhuhuhuch a sohohohohore lohohohohohohoser!”
“Oh, I know you won the water gun fight,” Chuuya replied, reaching down to pinch at his hips and watch him twist away with a squeal. “I just wanted to remind your dumbass that you’re not all that high and mighty. Not like this.”
“Lihihihihihihihike whahahahahahat? You knohohohohohow I’m hahahahahahaving fun – wait, NO! Nohohohohoho, not thehehehehehehere! Chuuya!” Dazai frantically tried to clamp his arm to his side, but it was too late, and he howled with laughter as the redhead dug into his armpit, deftly dodging and eventually removing the water gun from the detective’s flailing hands.
Chuuya grinned. “You were saying, Dazai?”
*
94) Lee Ranpo, Ler Poe
Ranpo was letting out noises Poe had no idea he could make, and the writer was feeling rather proud of himself. He gripped his boyfriend’s ribs under his shirt and kneaded, teasing, “What’s the matter? I thought you said you wanted to cool down.”
The detective – for his part – just tossed his head back and shrieked with laughter, hands gripping Poe’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohohohoho! Your hahahahahahahands are too cohohohohohohold!”
“First you’re too hot, then you’re too cold. Make up your mind, sweetheart.”
Poe was on cloud nine. Ranpo had been going on for a while about how hot it was inside, and how their AC couldn’t keep up with the heatwave. He’d suggested going out for all kinds of things – lemonades, ice cream, a dip in the pool nearby – but Poe had been knee-deep in his work and wasn’t even aware of the temperature.
Until finally Ranpo collapsed dramatically to the floor of his office, and he decided it was time to step in. It hadn’t been easy, but he wanted to see his partner smiling, and what better way than to tickle him silly? So what if Poe’s hands had been numb by the time he’d reached his limit holding ice in them? It was working to cool his boyfriend down, and make him scream with laughter at the same time. Win-win.
Poe grinned. “Is it?” he mused, daring to reach even further up and scribble into the detective’s underarms. “How about here? Feels pretty warm to me.”
“Eheheheheheheheheddie!” Ranpo squealed, arching his back, cackling like a goon. He squirmed and kicked, but it did no good. He was stuck. “Okahahahahahay, okay, I gihihihihihihive! I gehehehehet it, you’re buhuhuhuhuhusy! Plehehehehehehease!”
The writer paused, considering. Then he let his hands drift down to Ranpo’s hips, ignoring the desperate “nononono”s that were spilling from his partner. He took hold of his waist, but didn’t do anything more just yet.
“You’ll let me finish my work?”
“Y-Yehehehes, I swehehehear!”
Poe gave him a soft smile. “Then we can go out for ice cream, all right?”
Ranpo looked elated, relieved, and wary all at once. “O-Okay. Sounds great.” Then he choked and sputtered on a fresh round of hysterics when Poe squeezed his hips, easily keeping up with his newfound flailing as he screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! I PROHOHOHOHOMISE I’LL LEHEHEHEHET YOU WOHOHOHOHORK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP, EDDIEEEEEEE!!”
The writer smiled, pressing and wriggling in the ways he knew would get his boyfriend screaming the loudest. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart. Just fueling up for another writing session. Your laughter keeps me going.”
“EHEHEHEHEHEHEDDIE!!”
It took a while for Poe to get back to work.
*
95) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
“Keep your arms up,” Chuuya said with a smirk, making a show of cracking his knuckles before wriggling his fingers teasingly.
Dazai let out a squeak. “B-But…you already told me I can’t laugh for a minute – I can’t do both!”
“Sucks to be you, then.”
Except they both knew it didn’t, really. By failing the challenges laid out before him, Dazai was about to get the tickling of a lifetime, and he was just as eager to endure it as Chuuya was to give it. Still, he clenched his fists and stretched them above his head, determined to hold out for as long as he could.
It was unfair of Chuuya to go for his armpits right away, but that’s what he did nonetheless. Partially because he wanted an excuse to get to really destroying the detective with tickle torture, but mostly because he was truly curious how long he could do as he was told.
“Mmph!” Dazai grunted, grinning widely already and squirming, arms trembling from the effort to keep them in place. Chuuya let the noise it go since it wasn’t a real giggle yet, keeping his touch light for the moment. But after about ten seconds, he couldn’t help himself anymore and switched to digging with one finger in each armpit, and the brunette crumpled immediately, bursting into helpless laughter. “Chuuya, you cheheheheheheheated!”
“Never said I was going to play fair,” the redhead replied, noting with interest that his arms were still above him, albeit barely at this point. “Can you keep your arms up for me, or am I going to have to sit on them?”
Dazai squealed with laughter, arching and squirming as much as he could with Chuuya’s weight on his hips. “I cahahahahahahan dohohohohohoho it!”
Chuuya smirked, curling all ten fingers into his partner’s weakest spot. “Can you?”
The detective didn’t stand a chance. In an instant his arms were clamped to his sides, trapping the mafioso right where they both wanted him to be.
“GAH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOHO, YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”
“Again, didn’t say I was going to let you off easy.” Chuuya quickly changed positions, snatching up his arms and maneuvering around to pull them back above the brunette’s head, promptly sitting on them once he was satisfied. He wasted no time getting back to tickling Dazai’s armpits, making the other man shout and kick as his laughter amplified with the new position.
But Chuuya knew better than to stop so soon; the detective didn’t look nearly desperate enough for that. He’d get there, though. The redhead would make sure of it.
And they’d both have a lot of fun in the meantime.
*
96) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Chuuya
“Seriously? I’m trying to hang out with you, and you’re not even paying attention to the show,” Chuuya grumbled, jabbing a finger into Akutagawa’s ribs without really thinking about it. He’d picked up some pestering habits from Dazai, it seemed. “We can watch something else if you…want. What was that?”
“Nothing,” Akutagawa said hurriedly, scooting ever so slightly away from the older man. “You surprised me, that’s all.”
But Chuuya was smarter than that. He poked again, and again got that jolt and huff of air that almost sounded like…
“Are you…ticklish?” he asked, this time keeping his finger in the younger man’s ribs and wiggling it. He was surprised when Akutagawa crumbled instantly, breaking into giggles and curling in on himself. “No freaking way!”
“Sir, w-wait,” Aku tried, but it was far too late for that. Chuuya tackled him onto the couch, grabbing onto his ribs and digging in ruthlessly. It would only be later that he found out he’d gotten his colleague’s worst spot first, hence the immediate bucking and laughing he got for his trouble. In the moment he simply thought the man was too ticklish for his own good. “SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR!! STOP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!! DEHEHEHEHEHESIST AT ONCE!! THIHIHHIHIHIHIHIS IS CHIHIHIHIHILDISH!!”
“Maybe, but it’s working,” Chuuya chuckled, dodging flailing arms with ease, entranced by the way his usually emotionless subordinate now had his head tossed back in helpless laughter, looking for all the world like the 20-year-old he really was. “Wanna tell me what you were looking at on your phone?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Akutagawa squealed.
Then Chuuya noticed something else and he stared. “You have dimples? Holy shit, that’s adorable!”
In the end, Rashomon came out to defend its master from any further embarrassment, but Chuuya felt like he still won just getting to see the younger man so carefree for a change.
*
97) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai
Chuuya was frozen, trying to process what had just happened. One minute he was leaning back with his head tilted to the sky, soaking in the sun, enjoying the peace and quiet…and the next his fedora had been ripped off of his head, only to be replaced with…a flower crown?
“Dazai,” he said, tone even despite his confusion, “what the hell?”
Because of course it was Dazai who had snuck up on him like that. No one else would have dared, and even if they had, they’d have never taken his fedora from him like that. Honestly, Dazai being the culprit was the only reason he hadn’t given him a black eye yet.
The brunette plopped onto the grass beside him with a grin. “It looks good, just like I thought it would. Those yellow petals really pop against your red hair.”
Chuuya was still confused. “Okay…but why did you give me a flower crown?”
To his surprise, Dazai reached over and grasped his chin, turning him around so they were eye to eye. “Because it’s beautiful, just like you,” the brunette replied.
Chuuya felt his face flame with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. He shoved his partner away. “Sentimental flirt.”
“Aww, you like it.” Dazai chuckled, suddenly crowding into his space and peppering kisses along his neck and ears. “You know you love it when I call you beautiful. You’re pretty as a picture, chibi.”
“Dazai!” Chuuya squeaked, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to crawl away, but soon his back was to the detective’s chest, and he wasn’t going anywhere. “You jeheheheheherk! You knohohow that tihihihihihickles – ehehehehehehe!”
“I know! But you’re just too cute not to kiss all over—” Suddenly the brunette sputtered and jerked back slightly, muttering, “Pfft, blech, got a petal in my mouth…”
And Chuuya couldn’t help it – he collapsed against him and laughed, finding the whole situation absolutely absurd, even for Dazai.
Unfortunately, his partner took his mirth as consent to keep going, and he went right back to kissing all over his face while his fingers dug gently into his hips.
“Gahk! Agh! Thahahahahaht wahahahahasn’t an invitahahahahation – Dahahahahahazai!” Chuuya squealed with giggles, squirming but not really fighting back at all. Moments like this were rare between them; ticklish as he was, he still wanted to cherish them. “Ah, wahahahahait! The crohohohown is fahahahahalling – I cahahahahan’t see – Dazai!”
But Dazai just laughed along with him and kept on playfully tickling and kissing him beneath the afternoon sun.
*
98) Lee Akutagawa, Lers Dazai and Chuuya
Akutagawa was fighting for his life, but thanks to Dazai’s grip on him, he couldn’t summon Rashomon to save him.
“Unhand me at once! This is unnecessary!” he spat, twisting and kicking as much as he could, but physical prowess had never been his strong suit and all three of them knew it.
Chuuya grunted when one of his arms caught his stomach, then was quickly trapped in a vice grip. “Jeez, calm down. It’s not like we’re going to hurt you.”
“Why are you fighting so much, hmm?” Dazai teased, straddling Akutagawa’s legs to keep him pinned in place. “You can’t be that sensitive, can you? Port Mafia’s Hellhound?”
Akutagawa was blushing furiously. He had so many mixed feelings about this. Being called out for smiling a lot more now that he and Atsushi were official while simultaneously being told he still didn’t laugh enough, the two of them suddenly tackling him to the floor, knowing where this was all leading, frantic because only the weretiger had seen him in such a state before and he didn’t know what he would do when---
He didn’t have time to think anymore, because suddenly there were fingers scribbling up and down his sides, and giggles were brewing within him whether he liked it or not. Akutagawa squeezed his eyes shut as the first helpless snickers bubbled over; if he had to endure this embarrassment, at least he wouldn’t have to see their smirking faces.
“Ooh, a little ticklish, are we?” Dazai teased, and the words only made Akutagawa whine and giggle harder. “How cute~ Get him, chibi!”
Chuuya grunted, but then there were tickling fingers in his armpits, and the younger man simply couldn’t help it – he caved.
“Plehehehehehease, no,” he begged, arching and wriggling beneath their holds. “Stohohohohop it, I cahahahahan’t—” Then a loud gasp escaped him and his eyes flew open when Dazai’s wandering fingers brushed along the bottom of his ribcage. “Fuck, no, plehehehehehease, don’t—!”
But Dazai ignored him. “Oh? Ticklish here?” He gripped his ribs and began to knead tiny, ticklish circles into the bottom ones, and Akutagawa absolutely keened, his voice growing higher-pitched the more frantic he got. “Uh-oh, I found your spoooot~”
“S-Stahahahahahahap! Please! N-No mohohohohohore, not thehehehe-HEHEHEHEHERE!! DAZAI, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“Damn, he’s really ticklish! Almost as bad as me,” Chuuya observed with a snicker. “Good to know.”
Akutagawa hated how fast he broke, laughter pouring out of him in waves that he couldn’t control. All he could do now was take it and beg for mercy. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I’M LAHAHAHAHAHAUGHING!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT, BOHOHOHOHOTH OF YOU!! FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!!”
Thankfully, they did stop just a minute later, but not before Akutagawa had completely and utterly shattered under their teasing torture. He blushed and stammered and tried to rein in his dignity, but a small part of him was inwardly elated, because this was the perfect excuse to get some revenge of his own…
*
99) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya
Chuuya knew Dazai was getting antsy. He didn’t have to look at his boyfriend to see how fidgety he suddenly was, how pink his cheeks had gotten. He hadn’t known there would be a tickle scene in this movie, but now that it had come and gone, he wanted to see how long it would take for the brunette to start pestering.
The answer was: not long at all.
One poke to Chuuya’s side and the redhead had Dazai’s wrist in his hand. “No,” he said calmly, never taking his eyes from the screen, though he wasn’t paying attention anymore. “Use your words. Ask me for it.”
Dazai let out a little noise. “Chibi…”
“Do it.” The redhead finally turned to smirk at him, still holding his wrist with one hand while using the other to reach over and begin to poke up and down Dazai’s side, just enough to give him a taste but not nearly with the pressure his boyfriend wanted. “Come on, you know you want to.” Poke. “Ask me to tickle you.” Poke, poke. “Come on, Dazai~” Poke, poke, poke.
“F-Fine! Fihihihine!” the brunette squealed, tugging at his trapped wrist uselessly. “Please tickle me, chibi. I want—” Before he could finish, the mafioso was on him with a playful growl, wrenching his arm above his head and going straight for his worst spot. “AIEE!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, CHIBI!!”
“I have a name, you know,” Chuuya grumbled good-naturedly, using his gravity manipulation to position Dazai just where he wanted him – arms above his head, completely open for him to destroy. He plunged his fingers into his boyfriend’s armpits and the detective screeched, only able to arch his back and kick his legs at this point.
Dazai either didn’t or couldn’t answer, lost to hysterics as he suddenly was. Chuuya continued to tickle his worst spot for another minute before sliding down to his hips, having a blast making his partner shriek and thrash beneath him.
“YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHALWAYS GO WOHOHOHOHOHORST SPOTS FIHIHIHIRST!!” Dazai complained even as he cackled, arms still trapped above him. “IT’S NO FUHUHUHUHUHUN!!”
“Oh? Sounds like you’re having fun to me,” Chuuya teased, but he moved from his hips up to his sides, which was a lesser ticklish spot that allowed the brunette to gasp for breath. “But fine. If you want me to start here and work my way up to your worst spots so you’re desperate for mercy by the time I get to them, so be it.” The redhead smirked at the hitch in Dazai’s breath. “Hope you’re ready, Dazai~”
*
100) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi
“You’ve got to be melting in that thing,” Atsushi observed the instant his boyfriend walked through the door of their shared apartment. It was a million degrees outside; it was everything the weretiger could do to keep their place cool, and his partner was still walking around in that big coat of his.
Akutagawa grunted. “I’m fine.”
Atsushi waited a beat to see if he would do or say anything else before suggesting, “You could…take it off now, you know. Since you’re home.” He allowed a wicked little smile to play at his lips as he added, “Want some help?”
Akutagawa’s eyes widened a fraction, but otherwise he remained perfectly still. He visibly swallowed before replying. “I’m fully capable, weretiger.”
“I know.”
Akutagawa might as well have been a statue, he was so still. He didn’t twitch, didn’t even seem to breathe as Atsushi sauntered over to him, slipping his hands underneath his coat to pull the fabric off his shoulders, down his arms, and finally to the floor. It took all of ten seconds, but from the pink in the mafioso’s cheeks, it seemed like it had had an effect regardless.
Perfect.
Atsushi let his smile become suggestive as he grabbed his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him in close. “Do you need help getting your shoes off, too?”
Akutagawa was out of them so fast it made the weretiger laugh, and then they were kissing, stumbling toward the couch, and Atsushi landed on top, and Akutagawa didn’t even argue for once.
“You’re so tense,” the younger boy teased, pinching Aku’s side playfully. “Lighten up, Ryu.”
Akutagawa gasped, twisting to the side as if that would save him, a smile tugging at his lips. “Wait, weretiger, don’t—” Then he giggled properly as Atsushi began to squeeze up and down his torso, falling easily into submission in a way he wouldn’t have dreamed of a year ago. Without even realizing it, he tipped his head back. “Ehehehehehehe, Ahahahahahatsushi – eep!”
Atsushi giggled along with him as he kissed and nipped up and down his neck, fingers still digging into the softest parts of his belly and sides. “You’re cute.”
“Nohohohohoho, yohohohohohou!” Akutagawa shot back, blushing. He scrunched again as his partner nipped his earlobe, helpless to do anything but succumb to the playful feeling. “Gehehehehehet on wihihihihihith it, already!”
“So impatient,” Atsushi chuckled, but his next kiss landed on Akutagawa’s lips, and his tickling fingers began to do something else, and all of a sudden everything was right in the world.
And keeping cool was the last thing on their minds.
A compilation of the Dr. Stone Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events. #66 contains manga spoilers.
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61) Lee Chrome, Ler Ukyo
“Are you making a scarecrow?” Ukyo asked as he sidled up beside Chrome on the log he was using as a bench.
The brunette looked at him in confusion. “A what?”
Ukyo glanced at the shirt his friend was stuffing full of hay. “A scarecrow. You know, to scare off birds in the crop fields?”
“Oh.” Chrome shrugged. “If that’s what you guys call it. We just call them bird repellers.”
The archer stifled a laugh. “Do you want any help? Any pants I can stuff?”
“Yeah, actually. Here.” The brunette handed him a pair of old trousers. “It’ll be faster if we both work on it.”
Ukyo diligently got to work helping stuff the clothing with hay to bulk it up, though he still had to fight back a chuckle. ‘Bird repeller?’ He supposed it was just as accurate as ‘scarecrow,’ but it made him smile to think how different some terms were between the old worlders and the stone worlders.
The more he considered it, the more he thought about the old modern world, and he hummed to himself. “I bet Senku could find a way to make this thing actually move…”
Chrome glanced at him. “Huh?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that if these were moving they’d probably really be able to scare off birds.”
“You guys had something like that before?”
“Kind of.” Ukyo smirked, remembering the inflatable tube men who would dance around outside of shops. “They weren’t really used for this, but I bet Senku could find a way if we asked him. And if it was a priority, which of course it’s not, really.”
The brunette looked thoughtful, pausing in his stuffing efforts. “Moving bird repellers, huh? Would those really help?”
“Sure they would.” Ukyo considered a moment, then smirked and abandoned his hay stuffing to surprise his friend by grabbing him around the waist and tickling. “See? If a scarecrow were moving like this, the birds wouldn’t want to come anywhere near it. Just look at those flailing limbs!”
“I’m nohohohohohot flahahahahahailing – gah, Ukyo, stahahahahahahahap!” Chrome squealed with giggles, weakly grasping the archer’s wrists around his hips and squirming on the log, project forgotten entirely. Nearby, a handful of birds took to the skies.
Ukyo laughed with him. “Those birds are certainly freaked out! See how effective a moving scarecrow would be?”
“Okahahahahay, okay, you mahahahahahade your pohohohohohoint!” Chrome finally managed to twist free of his friend’s clutches, sinking to the ground as he caught his breath and shot a halfhearted glare at him. “Neat idea, but I don’t think bird repellers – or, scarecrows – are ticklish, so how would we get them to move around?”
Ukyo smiled and shrugged, picking up the worn pants to resume stuffing. “I leave the genius stuff to Senku.”
*
62) Lee Gen, Ler Senku
Gen was never up before Senku. While his scientist boyfriend loved to make use of every drop of sunlight, the mentalist preferred nighttime, when the world was quiet and he could focus on honing his magician skills and learning about people through articles and the like without interruption.
But today, he absolutely had to be awake to witness the fruits of his labor.
Hiding in a darkened corner of the living room, Gen watched as Senku got up at the ass crack of dawn per usual, plodded only mildly sleepily into the kitchen, and reached for the handle of the fridge. He didn’t look twice at the hidden camera Gen had set up on the counter behind him (just in case he couldn’t crawl out of bed in time!). It was one of two; the other was in the fridge, to capture his facial reaction to what lay in wait.
Senku pulled open the door and – Gen knew, as he’d placed them there – was met face-to-face with a bright pink Jell-O brain on a platter, along with a few jellied eyeballs and gummy body parts he’d found at the store. (Hey, he couldn’t be expected to do it all.)
“What the—?!” Senku cried, stumbling back into the countertop in shock more than fear, blinking as the fridge door swung closed.
Gen clamped both hands over his mouth to keep from bursting into laughter and ruining everything. Senku took a moment to collect himself, then pulled the fridge open again, staring at the concoction inside before turning around and looking about the apartment, bewildered.
Then the scientist found the camera on the countertop, and everything clicked.
“Gen!” he shouted into the quiet morning, and the mentalist bit his lip to keep his giggles at bay.
It did no good. Mere seconds later, Senku’s eyes met his in the dark, and he surged forward, a wicked smirk on his lips.
“Eeeep!” Gen squealed, shooting to his feet and attempting to dart away, but he’d quite literally backed himself into a corner. He hadn’t thought this part through very much, mostly because he didn’t mind whatever Senku would want to do to him in retaliation.
The scientist was quick to wrestle him onto the couch, fingers deep in his ribs and belly as he growled, “Thought you’d make a fool of me, eh?”
“Nohohohohohoho!” Gen shrieked with giggles, kicking his legs uselessly as he squirmed on the soft cushions. “It wahahahahahas only ehehehehehever for me, I swehehehehehehear! It wasn’t gohohoing onlihihihihihine!”
“How considerate of you.” Senku smirked, taking a seat on his hips to keep him even more still as he let his fingers fly across his partner’s prone torso relentlessly. “Just for that, I think I’ll be nice and not go for your worst spot.”
“Eheheheheheheek! Thahahahahahahank you!”
“Right away, that is.”
*
63) Lee Senku, Ler Gen
“Mentalist,” Senku hissed out, desperately trying and failing to control the shaking of his limbs. “This is ten billion percent not going to work.”
“Sure it will!” Gen’s voice was far too chipper given the position he’d put his boyfriend in right now. “All you gotta do is reach up there and hook it up. It’ll work like a charm, like all your inventions do.”
Senku did not want to raise his arms. He didn’t trust his partner as far as he could throw him, which was not very far at all. He gave him a withering look over his shoulder. “I need you to swear you won’t do anything while I’m up there, Gen.”
The mentalist’s eyes softened. He kissed Senku’s cheek. “I promise.”
Satisfied but still a little nervous, Senku got up onto the bottom rungs of the ladder – just enough to be able to reach the top of the hut they shared. He could feel his boyfriend’s hands on his sides, but blessedly, he did nothing more than keep him steady as he strung up the poor imitations of Christmas lights. Once they were secure, the scientist let out a relieved breath and climbed back down, turning to face his partner.
“Thanks, mentalist. I’m proud of yohohohohou! Ah, wahahahahahait!” Senku suddenly cried out, doubling over with giggles when Gen began pinching and squeezing his sides the instant his feet were back on the snowy ground. “You prohohohohohohomised!”
“I promised I wouldn’t do anything while you were up there,” Gen pointed out teasingly, pulling him in closer when he tried to shimmy away. “You never said a word about once you were done.”
“Gahahahahahaha! Sneheheheheheheaky little – eheheheheheheeeek! Plehehehehehease!” Senku frantically clawed at his boyfriend’s hands to no avail. He was stuck like this and they both knew it. He really should start working out more. “Tahahahahahahake it eheheheheheheasy!”
Gen sighed dramatically, but never amped up his tickling. He smirked. “Fine, have it your way. But only because it’s Christmas, Senku-chan~”
*
64) Lee Xeno, Ler Stanley
Xeno was glad to have been able to recreate ice cream for Stanley – it was one of the only things he’d requested for himself after waking up in this stone world, and seeing it make his partner happy made Xeno happy by extension.
Then again, said ice cream was the reason he was in this unfortunate position, frantically scrambling away as though his life depended on it, fighting back a slew of giggles that threatened to burst free at any moment one way or another.
“N-Now, Stan, think about this!” he tried, gasping when his back hit the wall. “I didn’t actually do anything to you—”
Stanley just leveled him with a serene smile. “But you wanted to, and that’s enough reason for me to seek revenge.”
It was getting hotter outside by the day, and with limited air conditioning, the two of them had been taking a few minutes to eat some ice cream and just be together – something that was increasingly rare in this new world where there was always work to be done. At one point a bit of the treat had snuck its way down to Stanley’s collar, and Xeno went to wipe it away without thinking, and…well…
“Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?” the scientist asked when his partner jerked at the contact.
Why, oh why, had he thought that would be a good question to ask?
Now Stanley was crouched in his space, blocking him from any attempt at escape as he grabbed his knees and jerked them apart, sliding between them with practiced efficiency.
Xeno sputtered – another rare occurrence. “What if someone walks in on us like this – GAH!! Wait, nohohohohohoho!” Then he was a goner, giggling like a child for the few seconds Stanley felt merciful enough to just scribble before curling his fingers and digging into his inner thighs with purpose. “NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”
“What’s this? The great Dr. Xeno isn’t ticklish, is he?” Stanley teased, a smirk gracing his features for the first time.
“YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW I AHAHAHAHAHAM!! STANLEY, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“Ah, even using my full name. You must be desperate~” The sniper couldn’t help but smile at the carefree way his partner was laughing now – yet another rare sight, even before everyone had turned to stone. It felt good to help him let go and free his mind for a few blissful seconds, even if it was under the guise of ‘seeking revenge.’
Xeno gripped his wrists, pulling weakly, trying to stop him. “I DIHIHIHIHIHIDN’T EVEN TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLE YOU!! I JUST AHAHAHAHAHASKED!! STAN, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
Finally the blonde let up on his attack, waiting for the scientist to catch his breath before leaning in to steal a sweet kiss.
Xeno melted into him, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. Suddenly he didn’t care anymore if anyone saw them like this. He just wanted to savor this fleeting moment of peace.
*
65) Lee Senku, Ler Gen
Senku was playing chess absentmindedly and it showed.
Gen had been watching him all day, as he usually did, and had noticed right away that something was off. His boyfriend didn’t seem depressed, necessarily, just…not fully present. Lost in thought way more than usual. He’d let it ride for a while; sometimes Senku snapped out of it on his own. But other times, like tonight, Gen understood some assistance was needed.
Just to be sure, he made an obviously bad move on the board. When Senku didn’t tease him for it or reciprocate with a steal right away, the mentalist knew it was time to step in.
“You know, Senku-chan,” he said quietly, so as not to make him startle, “I haven’t seen you smile all day.”
The way Senku tensed made Gen smirk. They’d had enough conversations like this in the past for the scientist to know where this was going, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. His body knew. It remembered what was coming.
“Just thinking,” Senku replied, moving to pick up a piece and then stopping, rubbing his hand over his face instead. “You know, mentalist, I don’t think I have the energy for this game right now.”
Gen uncrossed his legs in preparation. He knew he’d have to put on a burst of speed here in a moment. “What about another game, then?”
Senku glanced up at him, blinked, and was out of his chair faster than Gen could take his next breath.
The mentalist laughed as he bolted after his boyfriend, following him into the bedroom – because of course Senku would trap himself in the bedroom; subconsciously he had to know he needed this – and tackling him onto the mattress.
“Mentalist,” the scientist cried, a smile already on his lips as he flipped onto his back, breath hitching when Gen’s weight settled on his hips. “G-Go easy on me, okay?”
Gen gave him a gentle smile, then grabbed onto his sides and tickled for all he was worth, enjoying the way his partner tossed his head back and laughed, easily giving in despite his weak efforts to run away or fight back.
“I SAHAHAHAHAHAID EHEHEHEHEHEASY, MEHEHEHEHEHENTALIST!!” Senku whined through his hysterics, digging his heels into the sheets behind Gen’s straddle. “NOHOHOHOT SO ROHOHOHOHOUGH!! GEHEHEHEHEHEN!!”
“Sorry, Senku-chan,” the mentalist replied, sounding way to happy to actually be sorry about anything. “But I’m afraid this level of listlessness calls for a rather heavy dose of tickling~”
*
66) Lee Ryusui, Ler Sai
Playing checkers in the stone world was no easy feat, but somehow, the Nanami brothers had managed it.
Sticks formed the outline of the board, and different colored rocks made up the checkers pieces. They had to imagine where the actual spots on the board were, but that part was easy enough to use their imaginations for.
Sai had to admit, simple as it was, he was enjoying taking the time to play a game and catch up a bit with his obnoxious younger brother. At least, it had been, until…
“Sai!” Ryusui cried all of a sudden, looking alarmed. “There’s a spider on you!”
The brunette was not proud of the way he leapt out of his seated position to screech and flail without even knowing where the creature was. “Where is it?” he yelped, smacking and swiping all over himself.
It took a few moments, but the blonde finally got up to help him, brushing at a spot on his right shoulder before nodding decisively. “It’s gone, you’re good.”
Sai sagged in relief, putting a hand to his chest. “I hate spiders.”
“I know. Sorry, I could have been a little smoother about warning you,” Ryusui chuckled as they each resumed their previous positions on either side of the makeshift checkerboard.
Sai’s gaze drifted over the board, his mind already shifting back into game mode to pick up where they’d left off. Only…the board looked different now. He frowned. He’d been winning just a moment ago, but now the pieces seemed to reflect differently.
He sighed. Glanced up at Ryusui. “You just can’t be a graceful loser, can you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” the blonde replied, eyes wide with innocence but a knowing smirk on his lips.
“You cheated.”
“I most certainly did not! A good captain would never—” In the next moment, the board had been ruined as Sai dove for him, knocking his younger brother flat on his back and hooking his hands into his ribs where he’d always been really ticklish. “GAH!! Ahahahahahahaha, nohohohohohohoho!!”
“I don’t know how you managed to convince your friends you should be the captain of anything,” the brunette grunted with a smile as he wrestled to keep the blonde pinned for easier tickling. “You’re such a brat when you don’t get your way!”
“They all knohohohohohow I’m the greeheheheheheheediest man ALIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE!! WAIT, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Ryusui’s bravado suddenly crumbled when Sai managed to wiggle a hand up into his armpit, digging wildly. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! SAHAHAHAHAHAI!!”
“If you’re the greediest man alive,” Sai shot back with a chuckle as he successfully pinned Ryusui’s arm above his head for much easier access to one of his worst spots, “then I must be the most forgiving, since I’m only going to tickle you to tears instead of to death.”
Ryusui wailed with hysterical laughter, but it was a good long while before his relentless older brother decided to show mercy.
*
67) Lee Xeno, Ler Stanley
“This takes me back.”
Xeno glanced at Stanley, gazing at his profile for a beat longer than necessary before murmuring, “What does?”
“This.” The blonde shifted the fur cloak he wore as answer. Half of it was draped around Xeno’s shoulders, and they were huddled very close together beneath it, sharing their body heat. “We used to do this on our stargazing trips, remember?”
Xeno’s mind flashed back a thousand years. Images of him and his favorite person out in the middle of nowhere, nothing but a campfire and some coats to keep them warm. “Yes, I remember.”
“If only I’d known then what I know now.”
“Which is?”
Stanley’s lips quirked in a smile, his hand drifting to Xeno’s thigh. “How sensitive you can be.”
Xeno tensed. He fought to keep his voice steady. “Do you want to die?”
“It would be the best way to go.”
Before the sniper could react, the scientist’s hands were on his stomach, digging frantically, like he was fighting for his very life.
A beat passed.
Nothing.
“What? No,” Xeno sputtered, genuinely shocked. “You have to be ticklish somewhere.”
Stanley grinned and snatched up his wrists with practiced ease. “Oh, I am. But not nearly as ticklish as you.”
Xeno struggled and kicked, but within seconds he was on his back on the ground, giggling up a storm as Stanley skittered up and down his side. “Nohohohohoho! Shahahahahahall I nehehehehehever know peheheheheheace again?!”
“Drama queen,” Stanley tsked playfully, pushing his arms above his head and pinning them there, nudging the smaller man’s legs open with a knee to grab the fleshy inside, where it tickled the most. Sure enough, Xeno arched his back and cackled into the night air, writhing like a fish out of water.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Stanley chuckled, slowing his purposeful squeezing to a gentle caress. “Always so sensitive, my love. I adore that about you.”
“Incorrigible bastard,” Xeno muttered, squealing when his thigh was pinched again. “Stohohohohohop!”
“It’s for the best, I suppose, that I didn’t know about this until I’d known you a thousand years.” The blonde’s voice had lowered, doing something to the scientist’s insides he couldn’t quite name. “I doubt you’d have gotten any work done, because I’d never have been able to keep my hands off of you.”
Xeno’s eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth to reply, but was silenced by warm lips on his, flooding his body with a new kind of warmth on this cold, winter night.
*
68) Lee Senku, Ler Gen
“Mentalist! Gen, nohohohohoho!” Senku squealed, bringing his arms down defensively but only managing to clock the backs of his boyfriend’s hands on his lower ribs. “Thihihihihihihis is sohohohoho clihihihihihiché! Stahahahahahahahap!”
Gen grinned into his back as he snuggled closer, digging relentlessly, chest flooding with warmth. “But it’s so cold! And you know as well as I do that sharing body heat is an effective way to warm up. I just wanna be close to you, Senku-chan.”
“Muhuhuhuhuhuhust that incluhuhuhuhuhuhude you tihihihihihihickling me?!”
“Yes, obviously.” The mentalist beamed, kissing the back of his neck, knowing how sensitive his brilliant partner was there. Sure enough, Senku shivered and arched in his arms. “I’m only trying to help us both, dear. Unless you’re extra cold and want me to help?”
“NO! Nohohohohoho, no, I’m fihihihihihihihine!”
“But you were just shivering before I crawled over here…”
“You’re seeheheheheheheheheeing things!”
Gen smirked. “Am I? And here I thought I was a master of illusions. My mind must be so desperate to hold you that it’s making things up now, hmm?”
“Dihihihihihihihihirty mehehehehehentalist – AGH, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Senku tossed his head back and shrieked, legs kicking out in a flurry of helpless movement as Gen finally clamped onto his sensitive sides and dug in for all he was worth.
“Dirty? Me? Why, Senku, I wasn’t imagining anything like that.” Gen expertly drew his boyfriend even closer, used to his frantic flailing when he was being tickled. “Were you?~”
Senku was too far gone to even try to form a coherent reply at this point, and it made the mentalist swell with pride. He loved making his partner so helpless he couldn’t do anything but submit and beg for mercy.
“That’s nice, Senku-chan. But I’m not.” Gen grinned at Senku’s wail of distress and began to playfully kiss his neck and ears, teasing, “It’s like you want me to freeze to death, dear. I’m wounded. And here I thought our relationship was so strong…”
“MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENTALIST!!”
Gen just hummed and continued tickling, refusing to let his partner go until he’d begun to scream his name properly.
*
69) Lee Xeno, Ler Stanley
“You’ve been skipping meals again, haven’t you?”
Xeno glanced at his partner in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”
Stanley’s eyes swept up and down his frame, nodding decisively. “You’re still skinny.”
“Excuse you,” the scientist replied indignantly, “but my metabolism is excellent. It doesn’t mean I’m skipping meals just because I’m not gaining weight.”
The blonde squinted at him, but Xeno held his ground. For once, he was being honest – he hadn’t skipped a meal in weeks, mostly thanks to his partner making sure of it. It wasn’t like he meant to not eat; he often got so wrapped up in his work that he simply forgot to. He was grateful Stanley was there to help him remember.
Even if the bastard looked like he didn’t believe a word he was saying now.
The two of them were even in the midst of taking a Stanley-mandated break – a quick dip in the stream nearby. It had felt good to splash in the cold water on a day as hot as this one, but now Xeno was beginning to feel decidedly underdressed, given the scrutiny going on.
As if sensing his thoughts, Stanley hummed and reached over, jabbing a finger between his middle ribs. “Are you lying to me?”
Xeno squeaked and flailed to the side, splashing the blonde with water from the stream as he yanked his feet out to curl his knees into his chest protectively.
“I’m not,” he insisted, watching the sniper warily. “I’m eating enough. You’re always there to make sure of it.”
Stanley paused, then was on him in a minute, dragging him toward his chest so his arms could wrap around and poke and prod Xeno’s torso freely. “Then where it is all going? Why are you still so little?”
“You ahahahahahahass! We cahahahahahahan’t all be bruhuhuhuhuhuhutes like yohohohou!” Xeno squealed, squirming like crazy, frantic to get away despite his bubbly giggles. “Stahahahahahap!”
“Tell me the truth, now, love,” Stanley murmured in his ear, fingers still wriggling teasingly into his soft belly. “Have you been skipping meals?”
Xeno’s hands flew down to grasp his wrists, not that it did any good. “Nohohohohohoho! I swehehehehehear! I’m eheheheheheheating, I prohohohohomise!” Then he arched when the blonde got to his hips. “Stahahahahahahahan!”
“Hmm…I believe you,” the blonde said at last, ceasing his attack but not letting go of him. “But I’m watching you.”
Catching his breath, Xeno chuckled and relaxed against him. “I’m counting on it.”
*
70) Lee Senku, Ler Gen
“Sen-ku-chan!” Gen chirped as he snuck up behind his boyfriend at the campfire, grabbing his sides from behind with a giggle.
Senku squealed as he shot bolt upright in his seat, just barely managing not to spill the contents of his bowl as he whipped around to glare at the older man. “Mentalist! Would you stop doing that?”
“Just keeping you on your toes, dear,” Gen replied as he plopped next to him on the log that served as their bench.
“Like I need any more of that.” Senku’s voice was grumbling, but the pink tint to his cheeks told Gen he wasn’t really upset about the surprise attack. He never truly seemed to be. It was cute.
“Aaaand that’s probably my cue to go,” Chrome said from across the fire, getting to his feet with a knowing look. “I’m just gonna…go over to a different group now. Um…yeah. Have fun.” As he wandered off, the mentalist could hear him muttering about how stupid it was to say “have fun” like that, but he quickly turned his attention back to his boyfriend.
“No,” Senku said before he could even open his mouth. “I’m eating, and you’re not ruining that for me. Let me finish before you do whatever it is you want to do to me.”
“Oh my, Senku-chan. What could I possibly want to do?” Gen teased, scooting closer and wrapping a hand around his waist to whisper in his ear. “You know I’d never keep you from eating. You work harder than anyone. You need to stay strong.”
The scientist glanced at him, blushing. “Don’t say things like that.”
“But it’s true.” Gen pinched his side playfully, enjoying the sharp gasp and muffled giggle he got in response. “You need to stay strong for all of us. And for me, so I can play with you later.”
“Gen!”
“Naughty, Senku! Whatever could you be thinking of? I’m just thinking of this.” Gen smirked and wiggled a finger into his side again, drawing out a proper laugh and a nearly spilled dinner. He helped steady Senku’s bowl with his other hand. “But I’m sure I could be persuaded to do some other things if you want~”
“Blasted mentalist,” Senku grumbled, scooting out of Gen’s reach and taking a defiant bite of his dinner. “You’re impossible.”
Gen winked and started in on his own meal. “Especially for you, dear.”
A compilation of the MHA Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories from various seasonal events.
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211) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou
Deku stared down at the notebook in his hands and felt tears welling up in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare cry on me, nerd,” Bakugou grumbled, but the heat that would have been behind it a year ago was missing. Still, he huffed and shifted on his feet, keeping his eyes averted as he continued, “I had them custom make it based on the notebooks I know you usually prefer…”
“Where did you get this photo?” Deku asked, his voice tight as he lifted his gaze to meet the blonde’s.
Bakugou felt like he had finally, finally done something right by his best friend for the first time in years. Something in his chest loosened. “Borrowed it from him. He said it was one of his favorites of you two.”
Deku’s eyes dropped to the notebook again, his fingers delicately tracing the cover, which was a laminated, perfectly preserved photo of him and All Might – the one he knew on a daily basis now, not the spiffed-up hero version that the rest of the world recognized. The sheets were crisp, the pages more numerous to help it last longer.
It was perfect.
“Thank you, Kacchan,” Deku managed at last, a single tear falling before he could stop it. He swiped it away, not wanting to make this moment all about him. “I love it.”
Bakugou was silent for a moment, but finally cleared his throat and replied, “You’re welcome, Izuku.” Then, after a brief pause, “So…what’d you get for me?”
Deku’s eyes went wide. He suddenly felt panicked. He did have something for his friend – an All Might pin for his hero uniform, which was in his pocket as they spoke – but compared to this masterpiece of a gift, it seemed wildly insufficient. He couldn’t give it to him now. He had to do better. “I-I…I need to…”
“Oh, no, you don’t. I know that look.” Bakugou grabbed his arm to keep him from bolting away. “Whatever it is, just let me have it. I was determined to outdo you this time, and I finally did, didn’t I?”
“But…”
Without a word, the blonde pulled him to his chest and wiggled relentless fingers into his ribs, making Deku squeal and snort on a laugh. “Gimme.”
“Nohohohoho, I cahahahahan’t! It’s nohohohohot enough!”
“It’s absolutely enough. Gift-giving isn’t a competition, right? Isn’t that what everyone’s always trying to tell me?” Bakugou chuckled, worming his fingers gradually downward. “Let me have it, Izuku, or I’ll tickle it out of you.”
“Kahahahahahahahacchan!” Deku protested, gripping his new notebook for dear life while trying to squirm away and fight his friend off with his free hand. “Plehehehehehehease, it’s nohohohohohot enough!”
Bakugou tsked, then grabbed him around the hips, squeezing and kneading mercilessly until Deku finally reached into his pocket and flung the pin at him in sheer desperation, still giggling even after he was released.
He could always get another, better gift for his best friend later.
*
212) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki
Todoroki woke to Bakugou’s spiky hair tickling his chin, and he smiled.
Now that it was winter, his boyfriend was spending more nights in his room. It was cramped on his twin-size bed, but they were always so smooshed together it hardly mattered. Bakugou despised the cold, mostly because his quirk wasn’t as effective when he was freezing instead of sweating bullets, but Todoroki didn’t care what excuse he gave for wanting to snuggle under the covers. He was here, and he got to wake up to him, and that was all that mattered.
A quick glance over his shoulder told him it was nearly time for them to get up anyway. He wanted to beat the alarm, but didn’t want to pry himself from his partner, so instead he slipped a hand beneath Bakugou’s long-sleeved sleeping shirt and gently traced along his ribs.
“Hey,” he murmured, keeping his voice soft so as not to startle him awake. “It’s time to get up.”
Bakugou grunted but otherwise didn’t respond. It was enough to let Todoroki know he was at least on the verge of consciousness, so with another smile, he started scratching consistently at his upper ribs, just below the spot that drove him wild. The blonde groaned, burying his face further into his boyfriend’s chest. “Cut it out,” he grumbled.
“Time to get up, Katsuki,” Todoroki replied, keeping up his gentle tickling motion. “Come on, let me see you smiling first thing this morning.”
The blonde was beginning to shift now, trying to wriggle away from the sensation, but buried under blankets and in his partner’s arms, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “Knock it ohohoff,” he growled, the last word ending on a giggly whine. “Shoto.”
“Katsuki.” The peppermint hero was beaming, scooting back a bit to see the atomic teen’s face, slipping his fingers up even higher to the special spot between his ribs and armpit that – had he been any rougher – would have gotten Bakugou to dissolve into giggles, if not full-blown laughter.
As it was, his boyfriend whined properly this time, breaking into a grin that showed off his adorable dimples, his arm trying to come down protectively. “Nohohoho. I’m not eheheheven awake yehehehehet, asshole.”
At that moment, the alarm on Todoroki’s nightstand went off, and Bakugou jolted, his eyes flying open in an instant.
Todoroki grinned wickedly and curled his fingers in harder, making his boyfriend shriek and begin to valiantly do battle with the sheets to escape his tickly trap.
The alarm continued to sound until one of their classmates came to pound on their door a few minutes later to demand they shut it off.
*
213) Lee Kaminari, Ler Deku
“Aw, man.” Kaminari sounded defeated as he pulled the tray from the oven. “I screwed them up.”
“What do you mean?” Deku asked, putting down his piping to come stand beside his friend. One look at the cookies and he understood. “Oh.”
“They’re not people at all. They’re more like gingerbread blobs.”
“Well…I did try to tell you it was better to use the cookie cutters…”
Kaminari gave him a withering look as he closed the oven and set the tray down. “Way to rub it in, Midoriya.”
Deku winced. “Sorry. But hey – they’re still cookies, right? They’ll still taste great, even if they don’t look like much of anything. Maybe you can make them ornament cookies instead.”
“Assuming they taste fine,” Kami muttered, reaching for the treats without thinking. He burned his finger the instant it touched the baking pan, letting out a shout and beginning to draw back instinctively before Deku’s hand was suddenly clamped around his wrist, shoving it under the tap and turning the water on to full blast, icy cold.
“What were you thinking?” Deku asked, beginning to giggle despite how frantic he’d been just a second ago.
Kaminari was feeling a lot of things in this moment – frustration, shock, amusement – but what he landed on was a resigned, “I don’t know anything, clearly. I’m so lame I can’t even make cookies right.”
“Hey, now, enough of that,” the greenette scolded gently, letting go of his wrist. “You’re not lame. It’s just not your day today, that’s all.”
“But seriously, how hard is it to – aha! Hehehehey!” The blonde jolted upright from his slouched position, drawing his elbows in automatically as he felt his friend scribbling into his sides. “Midoriya! My hahahahahahand is wehehehehet! Stohohohohohop!”
But Deku just chuckled, keeping up his playful tickling, easily following the electric teen as he giggled and squirmed, gradually backing away from the kitchen sink, which was still running water at full blast.
“You’re not lame, and your cookies aren’t a failure. We can make something else out of them. Come on, say it with me, now.” Deku was grinning, practically sporting devil horns as he cooed, “My cookies are amazing!”
“Thehehehehey’re nohohohohohot…!” Kaminari started, then doubled over when Deku dropped down to squeeze the space above his knee threateningly. “Ah! No! Okahahahahay, okay, they’re amahahahahahazing! Plehehehehehease!”
Satisfied, Deku nodded and let him go, reaching past him to shut off the tap. “Good. Now, dry your hands and I can help you start the next batch – wait! No, wahahahahait, dohohohohohon’t!”
Kaminari’s cookies were cooled down enough to eat by the time he’d let Deku go, and his friend was right – they did taste pretty great, even if they didn’t look like anything but blobs.
*
214) Lee Bakugou, Ler All Might
“If you get any louder, your classmates are going to think a villain is attacking.”
“FUHUHUHUHUHCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!” Bakugou roared, head thrown back with hysterics while he frantically kicked, trying to land any kind of blow on his assailant. Alas, All Might was stronger than anyone he’d been tickled by before, and he wasn’t going anywhere. “ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
All Might chuckled, glancing up at the “forbidden wall” with pride. He’d come to collect the blonde for a surprise outing, just the two of them – something he’d been meaning to do for a while, and that he thought would be perfect now that it was the holidays – when his student frantically attempted to keep him from coming any further into the room.
Of course, having to make sure he wasn’t up to anything untoward, the hero had persisted…to find an entire wall decked out in Christmas décor; one that couldn’t be seen from the doorway, and that he knew most of Bakugou’s classmates were never going to know was there, private as he was.
It was the most endearing thing he’d ever seen.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bakugou cried, laughing uncontrollably as All Might dug his fingers into his ribs, gradually shimmying one hand up toward his armpit. He could easily pry him open and get to the best spot, but it was more fun watching the blonde panic and flail. “I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“Anything?” All Might hummed, slowing his tickling to a gentle skitter along his student’s sides, allowing him to catch his breath for a moment. “I think you should show your classmates your wonderful holiday spirit. Even just a few of them would do.”
Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes. “I fucking knew you were going to say that shit – AHH!! WAITWAITWAIT, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
All Might grinned. “I’m just messing with you. You can keep it private if you want; I just thought you could use a lesson in hiding things from your teachers.”
Bakugou secretly coveted that surprise visit and evening out with his hero as one of the best nights of his life.
*
215) Switches Kirishima and Bakugou
The pillow whacked Kirishima right in the face, which wasn’t Bakugou’s intention, but he tried to cover it up by grumbling, “Move your ass. You’re taking up two seats all by yourself.”
Sputtering, Kiri pulled the pillow into his lap and did as he was asked, sitting up properly so his friend could sit next to him. They had a movie ready to go in the lounge area and mugs of cocoa on the coffee table in front of them. “Figured I could take up as much room as I wanted unless other people started watching with us.”
Bakugou grunted, grabbing the throw blanket and settling it half on his lap, tossing the other rumpled section to his friend. “Here.”
“What a gentleman,” Kiri snickered, settling the fabric over his own legs. When he didn’t get a response, he glanced at his friend and quirked a brow, reaching to poke him in the ribs when he went to reach for his cocoa. “Come on, lighten up. It’s the holidays, man.”
Bakugou gasped and jolted, shoving his arm back into place and glaring at Kiri. “Don’t even start.”
“Or what?”
It was obviously baiting, but the blonde fell for it anyway. Without another word he reached for the redhead’s side and squeezed, keeping it up even once he’d started giggling and trying to shimmy away. Thanks to their positioning, all he could do was lean on the arm of the couch unless he wanted to stand up and bodily walk away from the situation, which they both knew he didn’t.
“Bahahahahahakugou,” Kirishima whined, doing his best not to kick and knock over the mugs on the table. “We’re suppohohohohohosed to be wahahahahatching a movie!”
“And I’m supposed to be having a relaxing night, but that’s obviously not happening, is it?” Bakugou shot back, smirking a little. Still, he relented and settled back into his seat…just for the redhead to reach over and hook onto his ribs with a vengeance, toppling him onto his side. “Fucking – hehehehehehehey!”
“You started it!” Kiri laughed, then squealed when his friend tried to retaliate, only tickling harder in a flurry of giddy panic. “Oh, no, you don’t!”
“Cohohohohohome hehehehehehere!” Bakugou demanded, giggling uncontrollably despite himself, grabbing one of Kiri’s wrists and diving for his side again.
They both were having so much fun just playing around that by the time they remembered the movie, their cocoa had gone cold.
*
216) Lee Dabi, Ler Hawks
It was adorable how ticklish Dabi was. It was even cuter how much he squirmed and laughed when something as light as a feather was doing the tickling.
Like now, when Hawks had him straddled and their fingers laced together, holding his hands above his head as he manipulated his wings to do all the work, brushing and sliding and tickling all over his boyfriend’s sensitive torso.
Dabi was in hysterics.
“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, KEIGO!!” The villain begged, twisting back and forth and damn near pleading for his life. “NOHOHOHOHOHOT THE FEHEHEHEHEHEATHERS!!”
“But you said you wanted to warm up, and what could be better than getting cozy with a feathered coat?” Hawks teased. It was a stretch, but it did the job.
Dabi howled when some of the plumes brushed into his armpits. “THIHIHIHIHIHIS ISN’T WHAHAHAHAHAHAT I MEHEHEHEHEHEANT AND YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW IT, YOU – AHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK!!” He tried arching his back to escape, but Hawks kept brushing up and down his uppermost ribs and chest, admiring the way his boyfriend crumbled to pieces, throwing his head back to laugh as hard as he could, gasping for breath at this point.
Who needed physical warmth when he had something so damn hot to look at?
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Dabi wheezed, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. “PLEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”
Hawks hummed and lifted his wings just slightly, enough to give his partner a moment to breathe as he readjusted his grip on Dabi’s hands, shifting down to his wrists and pinning him even harder, settling onto his hips to make him think things were taking a turn.
The villain groaned and gazed up at him through laughter-induced tears. “You’re just as evil as any villain, Keigo. Christ, you’re going to kill me one day.”
Hawks took a moment to drink him in, admiring the way his chest heaved for air, the way his cheeks looked pink from exertion already. Then he smirked. “I’m rather hoping that day will be today.”
Dabi’s eyes went wide. “W-Wait, you’re not…?” Then he spasmed and squealed when those feathers drifted back to his skin, immediately dissolving into laughter once more. “I HAHAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!!”
“Sure you do,” Hawks teased, leaning down to shower his face with kisses as he tickled and drove his boyfriend to the brink of insanity. “That’s why you haven’t burned me to a crisp yet, right?”
*
217) Lee Bakugou, Lers Deku and Todoroki
“Fuckin’ – stahahahahap, you ihihihihihihidiots!”
Todoroki and Deku just exchanged knowing smiles, the former sitting on Bakugou’s arms pulled above his head, the latter straddling his waist. Their touches were light, but still enough to drive the blonde into helpless giggles, shaking his head back and forth but unable to do much else.
“You hear that, Todo?” Deku said as though suddenly inspired. “I think he wants us to tickle more.”
“I concur,” the peppermint hero replied, Bakugou’s “no I fucking don’t!” falling on deaf ears. Todoroki swirled the pads of his fingertips into the atomic teen’s armpits, while Deku switched from pinching to scratching at his lower set of ribs.
Bakugou whined through his laughter, cheeks pink. “Plehehehehehease, I cahahahahan’t! It’s too muhuhuhuhuhuch!”
Deku smirked. “Oh? Don’t you mean ‘too light’? Can’t handle anything other than mean tickles, huh, Kacchan?”
“He was practically begging us to tickle him not five minutes ago, wasn’t he?” Todoroki clicked his tongue playfully. “And now he says he can’t take it?”
The two boys grinned at each other as they continued their gentle assault. All three of them knew damn well that Bakugou had shown all the signs of being in a rare lee mood – going barefoot and shirtless despite the cold weather that they’d built a blanket fort to try and escape from, constantly shifting his position, sneaking in mean jabs like he used to back in the day. The clues were there, and Deku and Todoroki knew him too well at this point not to gather them up and stage an attack.
Now Bakugou was practically putty in their hands, snickering and squirming and firing off halfhearted retorts and demands to stop. They all knew if he really wanted them to, he’d have said the safe word by now.
“Ack! Not thehehehehehehere, not thehehehehehehehere!” the blonde pleaded suddenly, his giggles growing higher pitched the closer they both honed in to his worst spot. He looked flustered and panicked and excited all at once. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuck, nohohohohohoho!”
“Careful, Kacchan,” Deku chuckled along with him as one of his feet kicked out in sheer desperation. “You’ll knock the fort down.”
“Deseheheheheheherved, you neheheheheherd – ah, no! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Todoroki was the first to get to his death spot, unable to help himself, grinning as their friend lost what was left of his composure and began to properly laugh for the first time, cheeks going from pink to red. “Heh. You really were in a lee mood, huh, Bakugou?”
Bakugou couldn’t even reply at this point; he was too far gone, laughing and thrashing and going nowhere, enjoying every second of it. For now, anyway.
Deku shot Todoroki a smile. “I think that’s a yes.”
*
218) Lee Bakugou, Lers Sero and Kaminari
Bakugou was good at sparring. He was especially good at hand to hand combat; he didn’t need his explosions to beat someone’s ass, according to him. And so far it was true. Sero and Kaminari were practically out of breath, while Bakugou looked unbothered and even smug, wiping a tiny sheen of sweat from his brow. “Is that all you extras got? Come on.”
It was why they’d come to him in the first place. Both boys knew they sucked at fighting without their quirks, and they wanted to get better, so they’d employed the blonde’s help. He’d been all too happy to “assist,” but more and more they were beginning to suspect it had just been an excuse to kick their butts without getting in trouble for it with anyone.
“I hate that he knows how freaking good he is at everything,” Kaminari muttered under his breath, watching their friend out of the corner of his eye. If he overheard him, he certainly didn’t react, which gave the electric blonde an idea. “Want to knock him down a peg?”
“Always,” Sero replied. “But what are we going to do? He’s handing our asses to us on a shiny silver platter.”
There was a twinkle in Kaminari’s eye all of a sudden. “Follow my lead.” Then, turning to their sparring partner, he spoke up again. “All right, enough of this. Let’s use our quirks.”
“What are you doing?” Sero hissed.
But Bakugou was already grinning, eyes lighting up. “Sure you can handle that? Haven’t I whooped you soundly enough?” His words were typical of the friend they’d come to know, but the fact he was asking at all told them he was at least a little concerned about how easy he’d had it up to now.
Kaminari flexed his fingers. It was then that Sero understood what was about to happen. He smirked. “Yeah,” he called, jumping in on his friend’s plan. “Bring it on. We can take you.”
It was over in ten seconds. By the time Bakugou recovered, he was already on the ground. He’d barely had a chance to light up sparks in his palm before Sero and Kami were lunging for him, swiftly knocking him down. They’d taken him by surprise. Good for them, but it wouldn’t help in the long run—
Wait.
Sero was kneeling above him, grinning, and Kami was straddling his hips, looking very proud of himself. Bakugou couldn’t move his arms. They’d been taped together and Sero was sitting on them.
He finally caught up.
“Oh, you motherfuhuhuhuhuckers,” he growled through the beginnings of his snickers, both hating how fast he crumbled and not minding as much as he normally would. These were his friends, after all. “I see hohohohohow it is. Cahahahahan’t beat me on yohohohohour own so you hahahahahave to cheat, eh?”
“Kind of,” Sero replied, beginning to scribble in his underarms while Kaminari worked on his ribs.
“But we were mostly getting annoyed with how smug you looked,” the blonde added. “Figured it was time to take you down a notch.”
“Cahahahahahahan’t be mahahahahahad when it’s your ohohohohohown fault you suhuhuhuhuck so bad – aiiieee!” Bakugou’s hysterics gradually began to rise the closer the two of them got to his worst spot. “Gahahahahahahahaha, wahahahahahahait, nohohohohoho! Kaminahahahahahahahari! Sero, you FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCKERS!! LEHEHEHEHEHEMME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
But his friends were on the warpath now, having been quickly lured in by his giggles and bright smile. His dimples were beginning to peek out, too.
Bakugou ended up getting in a bigger workout than he thought that day.
*
219) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou
Arms wrapped around Todoroki’s waist, and he melted into them.
“Hey, Shoto,” Bakugou murmured. “Let’s play a game.”
“Hmm?” The other boy blinked in surprise, twisting his head to look at his partner. He’d been watching the storm from the window, but now his attention had been fully diverted. “Really?”
“Yeah. How about, every time there’s lightning, I kiss you?”
Todoroki barely had a chance to process that before a flash came from outside, followed by Bakugou’s lips on his jaw. He melted even further, beginning to smile, liking where this was going. “Yeah?”
“And every time there’s thunder…” The blonde lowered his voice to a playful growl, making Todoroki’s insides flip in the split second before a roll of thunder became audible, and then fingers were curling in his sides and he was letting out a startled shriek. “I tickle you!”
“Ah! Ehehehehehehehehe!” Todoroki wriggled in place, but Bakugou’s hold around his waist meant he wasn’t going anywhere. “Kahahahahahatsuki!”
Another flash of lightning, and Bakugou paused to press a kiss to his neck, throwing in a little bite just to keep him guessing. “You like that idea?”
“I…” Before he could reply, another rumble of thunder, and now the blonde was tickling his hips. “Ahahahahahahaha! Thihihihihihis is sihihihihihihilly!”
This time when lightning flashed, Bakugou whipped him around to shove him against the wall beside the window, caging him in and kissing his lips with fervor. His hands wandered to his ribs, waiting teasingly for the next rumble, then digging in when it came.
Todoroki tipped his head back and squealed with giggles. He had no idea what had inspired his partner to be so playful, but he was soaking it in, alternating between humming with contentment and bursting into laughter and having equal amounts of fun with both.
“You know,” Bakugou murmured after a while, taking his wrists in one hand and pinning them above his head, “I could always tickle a spot that’s worse and worse every time there’s thunder. Just to up the ante.”
Todoroki gasped in delighted horror. “W-Wait, that’s – gahk, ahahahahahahahaha! But it’s bahahahahahad everywhehehehehehere!”
Bakugou continued scribbling into his armpit as he smirked. “I know. That’s the fun part. For me, anyway.”
By the time the storm had passed, Todoroki had been thoroughly tickled half to death and kissed to within an inch of his life as well. But he refused to let Bakugou stop even after the sun came back out. It was far too much fun for him, too.
*
220) Lee Hawks, Ler Dabi
“What movie do you wanna watch?” Dabi asked, rifling through the admittedly small collection of films in his apartment.
Hawks took a moment to sweep his eyes over his partner before replying. “Don’t really care. Just no sappy romances.”
“You think I’m into that shit?”
Your brother is, Hawks thought but didn’t say. He’d caught the youngest Todoroki grinning at fluffy romance manga a few times between classes; no judgement there, but it wasn’t really his taste.
“I mean…we could always create our own romance instead of watching one,” the hero said absentmindedly, but when Dabi turned to stare at him, he smirked. “One that’s more, you know…adult.”
The brunette slowly got to his feet, movies forgotten as he sauntered forward. Hawks didn’t move a muscle as he loomed over him, gripping the couch on either side of his head.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Maybe.”
“Pick a movie, Keigo. Or there will be consequences.”
The blonde pouted playfully. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie?”
Without warning, Dabi plopped himself onto his boyfriend’s lap, making him let out an “oomph!” before grabbing onto his sides and digging in. Hawks squealed in surprise, arms coming down protectively, wings pinned between his back and the couch, unable to come out and help.
“Ah! Dahahahahahahabi!” he cried, giggling up a storm, feeling a light blush begin to heat up on his cheeks the more his partner smirked at him.
“I warned you there would be consequences. Pick a movie.”
“Buhuhuhuhuhuhut I dohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohow what you hahahahahahave!”
“Tough shit.”
“Dahahahahahahabi! Plehehehehehehehease!” Hawks tried to buck him off, fight back, anything, but Dabi swiftly forced his way into his underarms, and it was all the blonde could do not to topple over with hysterical laughter. “Cahahahahahahahan’t we mahahahahahahake out instehehehehehehead?!”
The villain grinned, never letting up as he leaned in to murmur, “I think I’m making out just fine. I like making you beg for me.”
By the time Dabi was finished with him, Hawks was too exhausted to do much of anything but sit and watch a movie after all, falling asleep on his boyfriend’s lap halfway through.
A compilation of the Sasaki and Miyano Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events. Many are also (by request) lee Miyano.
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1) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
When the door opened, Sasaki saw the mountain of blankets before he saw the legs sticking out of the bottom.
“Here we go,” Miyano grunted as he carried them into the room. “These should help us keep warm.”
Sasaki stared as his boyfriend plopped them all on the bed where he sat waiting, then took in the smaller boy’s flushed face and burst out laughing.
This of course only made Miyano blush harder. “What are you laughing at?”
Sasaki grinned up at him. “You’re cute, Mya. You know one would probably have been fine? Why did you get three?”
“Well, I just want to make sure we’re both warm enough,” Miyano mumbled, a little embarrassed as he picked one up and wrapped it around himself, then plopped onto the mattress.
Sasaki watched him for a moment, then snaked a hand inside the blanket. “Can we share one?”
“What? But there are three, we don’t need…” Miyano trailed off when he realized what his boyfriend was really asking. Can we cuddle? “S-Sure. Okay.”
Pleased, Sasaki snuggled up to Miyano and held him close as the blanket wrapped around their shoulders. He placed his chin on his partner’s hair and smiled. “Yeah. I like this much better.”
Miyano let out a little whine, but Sasaki knew it was a happy sound. Absentmindedly he trailed his fingers along Mya’s wrist, sliding into his palm to hold his hand.
“H-Hey,” Miyano sputtered, shivering and withdrawing his hand. “That tickles, Sasaki.”
“Oh?” Sasaki grinned and chased after it, scribbling purposely against the skin of his inner wrist and palm. “I forgot you’re ticklish here. It’s cute.”
“S-Sahahasaki—mmph!” Miyano started to protest but was cut off by his boyfriend kissing him instead, pushing him back on the mattress, blanket falling away and allowing the cold to seep back in and make them both shiver. “Hey! The whole point of getting the blankets was to be warmer—”
Sasaki traced his cheek with a thumb and smiled. “I have another way to keep warm.” He playfully squeezed Miyano’s side. “Are you ticklish anywhere else?”
Miyano blushed furiously and whined again. It was going to be an interesting night.
*
2) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
“Open up, Mya,” Sasaki said playfully, hovering the piece of candy corn in front of his boyfriend’s lips. “You know you want some~”
Miyano blushed and glanced away, shifting in his seat. “Y-You don’t have to feed me, you know.”
“But I want to,” the redhead replied, bumping the candy against his mouth. “Come on, Mya, open up~”
With a sigh, Miyano opened his mouth just enough for Sasaki to slip the candy corn inside, then he quickly sat back as he began to chew, wincing at how sweet it was. After a brief hesitation, he reached for another one in the bowl between them and lifted it toward Sasaki. “Your turn.”
Sasaki was more than eager, opening his mouth readily, eyes closed as he waited. Miyano took the opportunity to really look at him, to see how much fun he was having with this. He hesitated a bit too long; his boyfriend was opening his eyes to see what the holdup was by the time he finally remembered to pop the candy corn into his mouth.
Sasaki’s expression changed, morphing into concern. “Hey, Mya…is this too much? I’m sorry. I just get so excited—”
“N-No, no,” the younger boy replied, although truthfully he was feeling a little uncomfortable. “It’s just…I’m not used to…it’s kind of…” He trailed off, even more embarrassed that he couldn’t put words to his thoughts.
Sasaki’s hand brushed his cheek, and Miyano’s gaze lifted to meet his. “It’s too much. It’s okay. Please don’t feel like you have to indulge all of my whims just to make me happy. Relationships go both ways, you know?”
Miyano relaxed despite himself, nodding. “R-Right. I know that.”
The older boy grinned at him, pulling him in close and squeezing tight. “Ugh, you’re so cute, Mya! I can’t stand it!”
“S-Sasaki! Can’t…breathe!” Miyano sagged in relief when his boyfriend loosened his grip, but just as quickly found himself tensing up when he felt teasing pokes along his sides. He squirmed, but Sasaki had him locked in a bear hug, and he wasn’t getting away that easily. “Wahahahahait! Sasaki, that tihihihihihickles!”
“This is something you don’t mind, though, right?” Sasaki murmured into his ear, gradually leaning his weight into his boyfriend so they toppled over with the smaller boy trapped beneath him, giggling and kicking helplessly.
“Ehehehehehe, wait! The cahahahahahandy—mmph!” Miyano’s thoughts were silenced as Sasaki leaned down to kiss him, the bowl of spilled candy corn the last thing on the redhead’s mind.
Soon enough, it had escaped Miyano’s thoughts as well.
*
3) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
Miyano was adorable. Completely, utterly, unfairly adorable.
“L-Look, Sasaki,” he whined, trying to shimmy his way out of this situation. “You can’t tell anyone about this, all right?”
Sasaki just grinned at him. “You want some help, Miya?”
“I can do it! Just…give me a second…” The smaller boy grunted, awkwardly trying to scooch his way closer to freedom.
It was Sasaki’s fault, really. He’d been the one to want to play hide and seek in his own house – a location he was well acquainted with and that Miyano had only been to a couple of times. The younger boy hadn’t wanted for his mom or sister to walk in on him hiding anywhere else, so what other choice did he have besides under Sasaki’s bed?
He felt like a little kid now as he finally managed to get an arm and shoulder out from under the tight space. Then Sasaki had him, helping pull him out the rest of the way, the lights in the room suddenly too bright after being in that darkened space for so many minutes.
“I have to admit, this was the last place I thought you’d go,” the redhead chuckled, pulling him in close and nuzzling his hair from behind. “But I guess I should have known, huh?”
“Next time, maybe we can play somewhere with more options?”
“There are plenty of options here. The closets downstairs would have been my first choice.”
“But this is your house,” Miyano replied, turning back to look up at him. “Of course it’s okay for you to go anywhere.”
Sasaki blinked at him, then snickered and squeezed him tighter, unable to help but sneak a hand around to tickle his boyfriend’s side. “Aww, you’re always so thoughtful, Miya! Even when it’s just the two of us here.”
“Ehehehe!” Miyano tried to arch away, but his partner was much bigger and stronger than him, and in situations like these, he seemed more willing to use it to his advantage. “Nohohohoho, Sasaki! Don’t tihihihihihihickle me!”
“But you lost,” Sasaki chirped back brightly, going a step further and blowing on the smaller boy’s ears, which he’d learned in the past were especially sensitive. The squealing giggle he got for his efforts made him grin. “This is your punishment for losing.”
“Sahahahahahahasaki!” Miyano pleaded, but though he wiggled and laughed, he didn’t really try too hard to get away. He held onto his boyfriend’s arms around his middle and melted into the playful touch. “You’re so mehehehehehehean!”
Sasaki clicked his tongue, holding him even closer and whispering in his ear, “I think you like it when it comes to me tickling you, Miya~”
*
4) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
“S-Sahahahahasaki!” Miyano whined, squirming on the bed and trying to shake his boyfriend off by tossing his head back and forth. “Thihihihihis isn’t cuhuhuhuhuddling! This is an attahahahahahack!”
The redhead had an arm wrapped around his waist from behind, holding him close as he kissed and nipped at his ears. He’d learned how sensitive they were early on into their relationship, and it got the most adorable reactions out of his boyfriend – how could he not play with him sometimes?
“Nah, you’re just too cute, Miya,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on his neck when Miyano twisted to evade him once again. “I like hearing you giggle. It’s addicting.”
“No fahahahahahahahair! I dohohohohohohon’t gehehehehehet to do this to yohohohohohou!”
“You’ve never really tried. Can’t blame me for that, can you?” Sasaki teased, being a little meaner and curling his fingers in to scribble at Miyano’s upper ribs and belly.
The smaller boy jolted, kicking a leg into the air in response. His giggles rose in pitch. “Ahahahahaha, nohohohohoho!”
Without a word, the older boy positioned himself so his legs were trapping his boyfriend’s, holding him almost completely still as he kept up his gentle assault, blowing on his ears and wiggling fingers into his ribs. “I think you’re enjoying yourself, Miya~”
“I ahahahahahaham nohohohohohohohot!” Miyano’s ears and neck were turning redder by the second as he succumbed to his fluster.
“I mean, you haven’t asked me to stop yet, soooo…”
Miyano let out a gasp of embarrassment, finally reaching a hand back to try and cover his sensitive ears for the first time. “Plehehehehehease, Sasaki!”
“Hmm…still not asking me to stop~” The redhead chuckled and pulled him in as close as he could, darting his hand down to sneak a hand under his shirt and tickle his belly directly. Butterflies exploded in his stomach in response to the squealing, childish giggles he got in response. Miyano squirmed, but still didn’t really try to fight back or escape. “You like this, Miya? You like it when I tickle, tickle, tickle you?”
“Sahahahahahahahahahasaki!” Miyano whined.
He still didn’t ask him to stop, though.
*
5) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
Miyano was horrified. What had he done? What had come over him? It was totally out of character for him to—
“Miyaaaa~” Sasaki droned in a low, sing-song voice, gliding his gaze up to meet his boyfriend’s. “You’re gonna regret that~”
He was doomed.
“I’m sorry, I—” Miyano dropped into a bow, then yelped and shot right back up when the redhead began to get to his feet. “I don’t know why I did that, I…!” Knowing words were useless and that his only course of action now would be to try and make a break for it, the younger boy turned on his heel and began to sprint.
Sasaki had him around the waist in two steps. So much for being good at long distance running! He couldn’t even escape his boyfriend!
Giggles were spewing out of him already, knowing far too well what was about to become of him. “Wahahahahait, Sahahahahasaki! I’m sohohohohohorry!”
Sasaki gently pushed him to the ground, looming over him in the very spot he’d just been sitting. Droplets of ice cold water rained from his hair onto his smaller partner’s nervously grinning face. “I’m honestly impressed, Miya. Didn’t think you had it in you to be so naughty~”
Using that tone of voice was not fair—
“Please!” Miyano cried, then burst into laughter when his boyfriend finally began to exact his revenge in the form of tickle torture. His much bigger hands squeezed up and down his sides, sending the younger boy into helpless hysterics. He squirmed and kicked, but it did him no good. When Sasaki was determined, his height and weight advantage meant Miyano wasn’t going anywhere. “AHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, SAHAHAHAHAHASAKI!! I’M SORRY, I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”
“Dumping ice water on me just for one little comment about being warm,” Sasaki chuckled, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “The very nerve.”
“I DOHOHOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOW WHY—!!” Then Miyano snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth in mortification at the same time that the redhead above him lit up in delight. No, no, no, no…! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE FORGIHIHIHIHIHIVE ME, SAHAHAHAHAHASAKI!! PLEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP, IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”
But Sasaki wasn’t about to let up now until he got at least one more snort out of his helpless boyfriend. Miyano squealed, rolling back and forth in a desperate attempt to alleviate his ticklish distress, but deep down, they both knew he was having a ton of fun.
Sasaki beamed. He loved watching his partner succumb to his own laughter like this. Even if he was a little too cold now…
*
6) Lee Sasaki, Ler Miyano
Miyano smelled like candy canes.
Sasaki thought it was adorable – really, when did he not think Miya was adorable? – that his boyfriend was so thematic with his shampoos and body washes. Usually guys didn’t care that much about it, but Miya liked to smell fresh in spring, clean in summer, woodsy in fall, and now – apparently – sweet in winter.
He just wanted to gobble him up, he was so cute. As it was, he allowed himself a deep inhale, letting the candy cane smell envelop him as he hugged his partner closer to his chest, little spooning him like a pro.
Miya giggled, and it brought Sasaki’s attention back into sharp focus.
“Mm? What’s so funny?”
“You’re smelling my hair again,” the smaller boy replied, a grin in his voice.
Sasaki thought about protesting, but decided against it. “You smell like Christmas.”
“That was the intention.” Miya reached back to ruffle his hair playfully. “I assume you like it, then?”
“Always,” Sasaki murmured, nuzzling into his neck from behind, squishing Miyano even closer to him. Miya snickered in response, and then it a comfortable quiet settled between them as they just enjoyed each other’s company.
When an itch started on his arm, Sasaki tried to let it go, but ultimately it became too annoying for him to ignore, so he lifted his arm from Miya’s chest to take care of the issue…only for Miyano to grab his wrist and snatch it back to him like a kid with a favorite toy.
So freaking cute!
“Miya,” Sasaki chuckled, “my arm itches.”
“Itches?” Miyano replied, a new playfulness in his tone that hadn’t been there before. “Are you sure that’s all?”
It took him a moment, but suddenly Sasaki realized the “itching” was too consistent to be natural. He lifted his head just enough to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend softly trailing a finger up and down the crook of his elbow, the touch light enough to be noticed but not enough to make him do anything more than twitch in response.
“Hmm. You’re bold, Miya,” Sasaki teased, settling back down and trying to bear through the feeling as best he could. “Who’s to say I won’t get you back for this?”
Miya shot him a smirk over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” Then he gripped his wrist tighter and scribbled purposely into the redhead’s inner elbow.
Sasaki hated how fast he crumbled, dissolving into giggles despite his best efforts. “Miyahahahaha,” he whined, tugging uselessly at his arm. “Nohohohoho, it’s embarrahahahahassing!”
“That’s your opinion. I think it’s adorable. I’ve never known anyone else who was ticklish here.”
“Yohohou’re nohohohohohot?”
“Nope.” Miya suddenly darted his tickling fingers up higher, reaching awkwardly behind him to dive into Sasaki’s armpit, making the redhead shout with laughter and pull back from him entirely, effectively ending their snuggle session. Miyano was on him instantly, tickling all up and down his torso, his touches light. “Hehe! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Sasaki~”
“Why yohohohohohohou lihihihihihittle…!” Sasaki laughed, then grabbed him around the waist and wrestled him onto his side, beginning his revenge.
The two of them wrestled and played and tickled each other for several more minutes after that, the smell of candy canes still wafting in the air between them.
*
7) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
“SAHAHAHAHAHASAKI NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Miyano squealed, desperately trying to thrash side to side but going nowhere fast. Sasaki had both of his wrists grasped in one hand – it was unfair how much bigger he was! – his knees braced on either side of his hips as he dug his free fingers into his boyfriend’s side. “THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS IS CHEHEHEHEHEATING!!”
“Well, you didn’t seem willing to give me a hint on your own, soooo…” Sasaki grinned, enjoying their play. He wasn’t really trying to get Miya to tell him what he got him for Christmas before he’d had a chance to unwrap the gift for himself, but when his partner had adamantly stated that revealing what was under the wrapping before the appropriate day was utterly unthinkable, well…he couldn’t not mess with him, just a little bit.
It helped that Miyano’s sides were excruciatingly ticklish. They were just so easy to reach!
“SAHAHAHAHAHASAKI PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” The younger boy cried, arching his back and twisting his face into his arm, kicking his legs, doing everything he could to provide some relief from the tickling.
“I’ve got you now, Miya~” Sasaki teased, grinning as his adorable boyfriend succumbed to his hysteria, red-faced and laughing his heart out. It was clear he was enjoying himself, at least for the moment. The redhead thanked his lucky stars Miyano liked being tickled, because once he’d found out how ticklish he was, it was impossible not to want to mess with him every single day.
Still, he didn’t want to kill him, so he softened his touch to skitter softly along his ribs instead, allowing his partner to breathe and regain his bearings somewhat.
Sasaki smirked. “Gonna tell me?”
Miyano let out a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, pressing his lips together and shaking his head defiantly. He was beaming from ear to ear, the sparkle in his eyes letting the older boy know he knew this was all just for fun. “Do your worst. I’ll never tell!”
Sasaki chuckled, kissed him, and went right back in for the kill, squeezing his other side now, drawing a fresh burst of helpless laughter out of his boyfriend. “If you say so, Miya~”
*
8) Lee Sasaki, Ler Miyano
“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” Miyano asked for what had to be the sixth or seventh time today.
Sasaki smiled to himself, continuing on with the task at hand. “I’ve got this, Miya. But I really appreciate you getting everything set up for me.”
It was Sasaki’s family bakery’s holiday party tonight, and the two of them had spent the late morning and early afternoon working together in the kitchen and sitting area, food prepping and setting up tables and the like. Sasaki had been happy to handle all of the cooking himself for multiple reasons, but he did feel a little bad that Miyano was stuck doing all of the rest of the stuff on his own. It couldn’t be fun.
After a long moment, the younger boy asked, “Is this because of what happened in the nurse’s office that one time?”
The redhead slowed to a stop, blinking. He remembered that day clearly – when he and his not-yet-boyfriend back then had both wound up in the school nurse’s office for different reasons. Sasaki had been there because he was catching a cold, but Miyano…
“No…” he replied slowly, beginning to get back to work. “But it’s not not because of that, either.”
Miyano was incredulous. “You won’t let me help you cook because I hurt myself one time in cooking class?”
Sasaki put his knife down and turned to face his partner, sensing a real conversation was needed here. “I just don’t want you to get hurt in my family’s business – M-Miya? What are you—?!” Suddenly he found himself pushed up against the counter, Miyano’s hands kneading into his waist. “Miyahahaha!”
“You don’t think I can handle myself in a kitchen? Am I not good boyfriend material, then?” The younger boy demanded teasingly, smirking in a knowing kind of way that sent shivers down Sasaki’s spine.
“N-Nohohohoho, you’re…! I’m suhuhuhuhure you can hahahahahahandle the kihihihihitchen just fihihihhihine! B-But thihihihihis is my fahahahahahamily’s bahahahahakery, and…!”
“Oh, I see how it is.” Miya was still smirking, gradually drifting his hands down to squeeze his partner’s knees, making Sasaki shriek with helpless giggles. “I’ve got to prove myself before I can work in this kitchen, huh? Dating you doesn’t automatically give me a leg up?”
“Miyahahahahaha!” Sasaki cried, grasping the smaller boy’s shoulders. “Plehehehehehease! Let’s tahahahahahalk about thihihihihihis!”
Miya grinned, daring to reach around to scribble at the backs of Sasaki’s thighs. It was unfair that he was short enough to reach them without bending down! The redhead snorted, then clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so glad the rest of his family wasn’t here to see this.
“I think I’d rather convince you to see it my way just like this, Sasaki~” Miyano teased, a rare seductive gleam in his eyes. “Bet I can get you to let me help in the kitchen eventually. Think you can last against my ultimate attack?”
Crap, Miya was just so cute like this.
Sasaki whined but decided to play along a bit to humor his boyfriend. It was hard not to when those big beautiful brown eyes were sparkling with joy. “Brihihihihihihing it ohohohohohon!”
He could stand a little tickling if it made Miyano happy.
*
9) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
Miyano knew as soon as he saw the beautiful blue shell that it was all over.
He clenched his fist around the earring he’d discovered. It was only one, but Sasaki liked wearing his jewelry unbalanced. He’d thought it was a good find, but compared to something as naturally pretty as a seashell, how could he compete?
“What’s the matter, Miya?” Sasaki asked him, frowning slightly. “You don’t like it?”
“No! No, I love it, I just…” The younger boy shuffled. “I already know I’ve lost.”
At this, Sasaki grinned. It had been the redhead’s idea – see who could find the cooler item on the beach, and the winner would get a prize of their choosing – and it looked like he was thrilled to know he was about to get what he wanted.
Miya had an idea that his boyfriend would want a kiss. A trivial thing, but in public? Well…Miyano was still working on some things.
“Let me see what you found,” his partner urged.
Already accepting defeat, Miya held open his palm to reveal the single silver loop earring he’d come across. He’d dug in the sand a bit to try and find its match, but it was a no go. Folks didn’t usually lose both earrings at once.
Sasaki blinked. “Jeez, Miya, I thought you were about to hand me a rock or something. This is nice.” He plucked the item from his hand, then held it up to his left ear. “Would it look good?”
Miya relaxed a little, but only slightly. He still knew what was coming. “It would look stunning on you.”
The redhead gave him a slow smirk. “Stunning, eh?”
Miyano blushed. He ducked his head. “Well, what do you want, then? You still won.”
“You sure?”
“I can’t compete with a seashell. It’s beautiful.”
Sasaki gently took his chin and titled it up so he’d have to face him. “So are you.” Miyano braced himself, closing his eyes to accept a kiss that never came. His boyfriend’s next words were laced with mischief. “Now, I think I’ll claim my prize~”
Miyano was squealing with giggles before he even knew what was happening. His eyes flew open in surprise, taking in Sasaki’s elated grin as he squirmed instinctively, helpless to the sounds pouring out of his mouth.
“Sahahahahahahahasaki!” he cried, trying to wriggle away to no avail. “Whahahahahahat are you dohohohohohoing?!”
“Tickling you, of course! I hate seeing you look so sad. I really do like the earring, Miya. I’d have probably let you win, but you insisted, sooo~”
“Ehehehehehehehehe! But the shehehehehehehell is so prehehehehehehetty!”
Sasaki pulled him into his chest by both wrists, pinning him as his free hand kneaded into his boyfriend’s waist. “So are you.”
“Nohohohohohohoho!”
“No? Are you saying I’m wrong? When you’re in no position to deny me whatsoever? How brave of you, Mi-ya-no.”
Miya squealed, burying his face into Sasaki’s chest as he shrieked with mirth, unable to help himself. He both loved and hated when his boyfriend drew out his name like that. It never meant anything good. “Plehehehehehehehease!”
“Please? Please keep showing you that I’m right?” Sasaki snickered, then wrapped his arms around him to hoist him into the air, wiggling into his oversensitive sides. Miyano tossed his head back and laughed properly for the first time today. The redhead melted. “It would be my pleasure.”
*
10) Lee Miyano, Ler Sasaki
“Miya, are you sure it’s worth it to do this to yourself?” Sasaki asked, eyeing his boyfriend with a mix of amusement and worry as he huddled under the blanket like it was his safe haven, only his face peeking out with wide-eyed anxiety at the TV screen.
“I’m fine! It’s only a little scary,” the younger boy replied just as the serial killer jumpscared him, making him yelp and engulf himself in his blanket entirely.
“Uh-huh.” Sasaki had to admire his partner’s dedication. He knew, without a doubt, the only reason he’d suggested watching a horror movie in the first place was because it had a BL subplot in it. To be fair, the on-screen couple was cute. But their moments of romantic tension only took up ten percent of what was otherwise a suspense thriller that was too much for Miyano.
But Sasaki knew if he tried to convince the smaller boy to quit halfway through for his own sanity, he’d be rebuffed. So instead…
He waited until the next time there was a moment of tension in the movie. Eerie quiet, strained listening, Miya’s face already cringing, waiting for the inevitable.
“BOO!!” Sasaki yelled, moving suddenly as though to attack him. Miyano screamed with terror, falling back in surprise. Once he’d recovered he frowned and smacked Sasaki’s arm.
“Sasaki! Don’t do that!” he cried, shakily sitting himself back up.
The redhead did that gasping wheeze-laugh he did when he was well and truly amused, unable to help himself. “I’m sorry! I had to!” Then, as he calmed down and saw Miya’s pouting face, he sobered a little. “Aw, come on. Don’t be mad. I’m sorry.”
“You’re mean,” Miyano huffed.
Sasaki grinned. “Don’t be like that. Come here.” He grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders and plopped him down in his lap, gently skittering into his ribs and belly through the blanket. “I said I was sorry.”
“S-Sahahahahasaki, no! You cahahahahahan’t just tihihihihickle me into fohohohohorgiving you!”
“Is it working, though?”
Miyano ducked his head, wriggling in his boyfriend’s arms. “Shuhuhuhuhuhuhuhush!”
“I have an idea! Why don’t I tickle you now and then to ease some of the movie anxiety? It’ll make it more fun, right?”
“Dohohohohohon’t you dahahahahahare! I dohohohohohon’t want to mihihihihihihiss any of the rohohohohohomance!”
It was adorable that that was Miyano’s first concern. Ever the BL nerd.
Snickering, Sasaki grabbed him up in a bear hug, chin resting on the top of Miya’s head, fingers absently scribbling here and there as the rest of the movie played on. It was especially fun to dig into his boyfriend’s worst spots after a jumpscare just to hear his screams turn into laughter.
By the time it was over and the romance had reached its apex, the two of them were snuggling together contentedly, no more tickles to distract them from the story’s ending.
Miyano still swore he’d never watch another horror movie again.
Hi hi! Could you do Ler Bakugo & lee! Deku with 🫐+🔥? Thanks!
🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋
THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE!! 🤩 Making Bakugou be all silly and playful was such a joy, and the scenario and the cuteness - UGH I LOVE! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to indulge!
This is the FINAL LEMONADE of the event! Thank you so much to everyone who sent one in!
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“K-Kacchan, plehehease—”
“And sometimes, late at night, in the darkest parts of the forest,” Bakugou continued on with his “scary” story, fully aware that their friends were grinning rather than looking at all frightened, “you can still hear the screams of the monster’s victims, calling out helplessly for mercy.” He smirked, and skittered his fingers along Deku’s bare soles, and once again his friend dissolved into bubbly giggles, wriggling uselessly.
Deku had long since been trapped, his ankles pinned under Bakugou – why had he decided to share a bench with him?! – and unwittingly turned into the “victim” in the blonde’s story about a monster who hunted heroes in the woods.
On benches on either side of them were some of their friends, a campfire roaring in the middle of them all. Deku wasn’t sure who had started the scary story trend, but Bakugou had changed course as soon as he realized Kaminari was getting genuinely freaked out. The greenette would have found it sweet of him, if he hadn’t been roped into it all.
“Do you hear that?” Bakugou said now, picking up his skittering again. “You can hear the victim now, begging the monster to spare his life.”
“Kahahahahahahacchan!” Deku squealed, covering his face in embarrassment. He didn’t mind the tickling – didn’t even mind that he was being observed by so many people – but he felt completely silly being part of this storytelling.
“Huh, it sounds a little like that nerd Izuku,” the blonde added, shooting his helpless friend a knowing smirk over his shoulder.
“Yohohohohohohou’re so mehehehehehehean!”
“And now he’s taunting the monster! Bad call.” Bakugou grabbed the toes of his left foot and dragged a single finger across the ball of his foot, making Deku shriek behind him. Across the fire he saw Todoroki shiver and he winked at him.
After another few moments of happy giggles filling the air, Bakugou slowed to a stop and glanced around the fire at everyone. “What do you think, has the victim suffered enough?”
“Yes!” Deku cried, but he didn’t sound truly distressed, and that was his downfall.
“I don’t know…” Kirishima mock pondered.
“He doesn’t seem like he’s really all that desperate,” Uraraka giggled.
From the bench directly to Deku’s left (or, behind him, as it was with him lying down), Shinsou piped up with a smirk of his own. “Maybe if you focused on his toes a little more he’d wear out faster.”
Deku squeaked and titled his head back to stare at him. “Toshi! You’re supposed to be on my sihihihihihihide! Ahahahahahaha, wait, nohohohohohoho!”
Around the campfire, more laughter joined in with his – even Bakugou’s – and the earlier gloom of the scary stories that had been told were effectively chased away.
Hello o/, I'm excited for the lemonade event thing and take my chance to be one of the 8 for Wind Breaker. So..
If you could would you maybe do Wind Breaker 🍉🌭 with lee!Sakura and ler!Suo and/or ler!Nirei.
Excited for the drabble.
🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋
Since we had an odd number of Lemonades, I had to put the odd one out somewhere, so surprise! There will be three of them today. And thank you for this prompt! Always love writing for these three. ^^
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“What notes are you taking on me now?” Sakura grumbled, pausing before taking the first bite of his second hamburger this afternoon.
Nirei was distracted as he replied, “Hmm? Just that you eat a lot.”
Sakura frowned. “There a problem with that?”
“No!” The blonde seemed to realize what he’d said and snapped his head back up, shaking it earnestly. “Not at all! We’re teenagers, we all eat a lot. It’s just that you seem to eat more meat than the rest of us. I think it’s interesting.”
“Uh-huh.”
From his other side, Suo piped in. “It is rather fascinating. Where does it all go? I don’t think you have any fat on you.”
Sakura gritted his teeth. He’d agreed to come to this Bofurin barbeque because his friends had insisted and because free food had sounded even better, but now he was having regrets.
Sensing his mood, Suo smirked at Nirei, and the two shared a moment of unified mischief before plowing forward with their plan.
“I mean, really, where does it all go?” The eyepatched teen teased, reaching over to grab onto Sakura’s belly as if feeling for the aforementioned fat. “It certainly doesn’t wind up here. Nothing on your waistline.”
Caught completely off guard, Sakura’s eyes bulged and he shouted with laughter, twisting away from Suo’s grip, some ketchup from his burger dripping onto his pants. He didn’t have time to worry, though, because the next thing he knew it had been plucked from his hands and placed safely on his paper plate, and his two friends had tackled him onto the grass, tickling all over in rapid succession.
“It doesn’t go here either,” Nirei commented, vibrating his fingertips into his ribs.
Suo smirked at him and squeezed his thigh. “Or here.”
“SHIT!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!” Sakura squealed, dissolving into laughter easily even as his body thrashed and kicked. He thought it was ludicrous how ticklish he was, but his friends had a blast with it, and truthfully, he didn’t usually mind. At least, not for a minute or two. “I JUHUHUHUHUST WANT TO EHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!!”
“Aww, and here we had to fight tooth and nail to get you to come in the first place~” Suo grinned.
Nirei reached up into his armpit, making the heterochromatic teen flail helplessly. “Yeah! Glad you showed up now, Sakura?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!! YOU BOHOHOHOHOHOTH SUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”
Knowing he was just flustered and not taking it personally, the two of them laughed along with him as they kept up their playful attack – at least until a minute later when Sakura called out their safe word.
Nirei proceeded to tackle him with a hug. “Sorry, Sakura. I didn’t mean anything by it. Eat as much as you want! It’s free, after all.”
Sakura allowed the gesture for a few seconds before pushing him away and snatching his food back. “Damn right, I’m going to eat what I want. Both of you can fuck off.”
But he was smiling, and he couldn’t put any heat behind his words if he’d tried.
