Are you accepting asks? If so... Lee!Flins with ler!Illuga or Lee!Illuga with ler!Flins? Thanks for your attention anyway, your drawings are very beautiful!
Summary: Astro gets an intense urge to tickle some of his friends at garden view, a mood he’s accustomed to. But this time, he decides to actually act on it and have a bit of fun.
Word count: 1370
Reading time: 5m 29s
Ships: Moonberry if wanted!
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, scroll if that’s not ur thing.
A/N: bro Astro’s my bby i love him so much ARGHHH he’s so ler i want him to ler me EEEEAAAA…sorry
Astro calmly sits off to the side, watching curiously as his friends all gather and play in the center of garden view. He tilts his head, watching intently to make sure nobody gets hurt, but also because he has another..lingering sensation.
A very distracting one, a craving perhaps. He can’t help but watch all the interactions between his friends, his eyes drawn to every contact, his ears sharpening with each giggle. He drums his fingers against his lap beneath his blanket, a restless energy building within him.
He’s felt like this before, but rarely to this extent. He has an intense desire to tickle one of the toons, hear their bright laughter bounce off the walls and through his ears as they shriek and struggle beneath his ticklish touch..but you’d never guess from merely looking at him.
He gets these ler moods often, but being the normally shy and quiet toon he is, rarely ever gets to satiate them. As he’s slightly lost in thought, a particularly sweet sound catches him off guard. He turns and sees Cosmo joking around with Sprout, making him laugh. It’s not too rare, to see Sprout laugh. Especially since it’s Cosmo, but Astro doesn’t normally get to.
He openly stares at the two, his gaze intense as he balls his drumming fingers into a fist, the craving a burning sensation beneath his skin. He wonders if sprout would laugh differently when tickled. More freely, maybe? He couldn’t test it here, that would be just as embarrassing for him as it would be for Sprout, maybe more.
But the thought sticks in his head, something about Sprout’s laughter consuming the ler mood that had been burning within him the whole day. He gets up and walks over to the two, unable to stay away.
“Hello, Sprout. Hello, Cosmo.”
Sprout glances up in mild surprise, forcing himself to stop laughing, letting out a few chuckles.
“Oh, Astro! Hello!”
Cosmo smiles up at him brightly while Sprout regains his composure.
“Did you need something?”
Sprout finally adds.
“Mmh. Not necessarily. I wanted to ask if you had a certain dream you’d like for me to give you tonight.”
Sprout tilts his head, not expecting the kind offer from him. Normally, he rarely takes suggestions unless it’s to cheer someone up.
“Uh, no not really. Why?”
“I had one in mind for you tonight, just wanted to see if you had any other ideas instead.
“..what’s your idea?”
“You’ll see.”
His lip twitches slightly before he turns and walks away, his whole body buzzing with anticipation throughout the rest of the day, waiting for the moment Sprout falls asleep. Every twitch, laugh, squeak that he hears from all the toons only makes the ler mood worse.
Nightfall comes, and the noise stops. Astro sits calmly in his astrotarium, messing with star charts, waiting.
Then finally, he has a look into Sprout’s mind, taking control of the realm with ease.
“Finally.”
He says quietly, unable to hold back the grin on his face. He begins fabricating the reality within the dream, setting it up, coming up with ideas on the fly.
He sees the scene. A cafe hiring bakers, Sprout had decided to sign up for the job in said dream, and Astro was the one ‘interviewing’ him.
Sprout steps through the dream-cafe doors and looks around. It was neat, cozy place. It smelled of delicious sweets and coffee. He notices Astro leaning against the counter, staring at him with an unnerving intensity.
“Welcome in, my interviewee. Come on back if you’re ready.”
He smiles softly and turns to the back, allowing Sprout to follow in suit. Which he does.
“It smells so good in here..”
“Indeed it does. And you can make it smell even nicer with sweets if you get the job.”
Astro sits down and the opposite end of the desk in the back, giving sprout a once-over.
“So, Sprout. One of our biggest concerns here is making sure that our employees always have a smile on their face. May I see your smile?”
Sprout falters, and looks caught off guard by the request. He gives him a tiny, awkward, shy smile. Astro shakes his head.
“That won’t do. I need a real smile, my dear. Do you need some help smiling? I know just what to do.”
He tilts his head questioningly and with a hint of caution.
“Uh..sure..?”
Astro quickly stands and walks behind him. Since Sprout can’t see him due to his positioning, he forces himself to get over his insecurity about his arms so he can have more fun with Sprout. He reaches his top two arms around and grips sprout’s wrists in one each.
“You wouldn’t happen to be..ticklish, right Seedley? Or should I say, Seedlee.”
Sprout feels a shudder run down his spine at the impending threat he’s finally realized is looming in the near future.
“T-Ticklish? Hah, don’t be crazy Astro. Here, I’ll give you a real smile. No need to tickle me.”
He tilts his head back and shoots him a nervous grin, desperate for it to work so he doesn’t get wrecked. Astro just chuckles and begins very lightly scritching the nails of his bottom set of arms along his ribs.
“Mmhehehehaha!! Ahastro, wait—“
He arches his back and lets out a stream of giggles the light scritches a maddening but gentle touch.
Astro finally breaks into a full grin, a rush of adrenaline smacking him now that he’s actually tickling someone. His laugh is so cute.
He takes one of his hands and switches from his ribs to his tummy, gently fluttering along the length of his torso, smiling at the way he thrashes and tugs at his arms.
“My my, what a ticklish berry you are.”
“EhehAHAHA!! PLEHEASE EHEEK!”
Astro switches from using his top set of hands to pin Sprout’s arms back, and uses his stars that he uses to fill machines instead. The more the merrier.
His top set now focuses on tracing teasing circles around his underarms, slightly dipping into the hollows randomly but not completely.
One hand from his lower set continues fluttering over his tummy, and the other gently tickles his love handle on one hip.
The quadruple attack completely overwhelms Sprout’s senses, causing him to shriek and writhe with laughter, no toon had ever tickled him this amazingly terribly, and he was desperately thrashing, the tickles melting his mind and making his thoughts less clear and coherent with each touch
“AHAAHAHA!! AHAASTRO OH MY GOHOHOHOODNESS PLEASE! IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHHAHAHAD!”
Astro simply continues the tickles, then leans down and mutters gentle teases beside his ear whilst wrecking him.
“I know it does, gigglebug. That’s the point. Your laughter is music to my ears, I don’t know if I can stop myself if you keep it up.”
Sprout jolts slightly and a fresh flush creeps up his neck at the nickname. He’d never been subjected to this ruthless teasing before, and my god if it didn’t fluster him to no end..
“EEEHEHAHAHA!! YOU’RE WAY TOHOHOO GOOD AT THIS MHMHMEEHEEK!”
Sprout yelps when the hand Astro had been using on his hip travels downwards slightly and starts spidering softly along his thigh. He instantly kicks his leg out, the muscle tensing as he laughs even harder, tears of mirth spilling from his eyes.
“Ohoh my, you’re just ticklish everywhere, aren’t you? That’s my favorite kind of lee, one that’ll turn into a giggly puddle no matter where my fingers tickle.”
Sprout bows his head, a desperate attempt to hide his face out of embarrassment. His leg spasms slightly every few seconds at the touch, unable to keep itself still.
“E-EHEHEEHAHAHA!! AHAHASTRO PLEHEASE IM DYING GAHAHA!”
Astro feels his body start to go limp beneath his touch. He sighs and begins slowing down until the only stimulation left is Astro teasingly and gently running a nail up and down his spine.
“There’s that smile. You’re hired, for sure. Don’t let me see it drop, or we might have to go over your resume again.”
Sprout lets out soft, residual giggles. Astro removes his stars and gives his spine one last tickle before he exits his dream, leaving Sprout with a dazed, giddy rest of his dream.
That was..surprisingly fun. He’ll have to do that more often. It’s not like any of the toons will confront him about it, they’d be too flustered after all that.
He smiles and starts thinking of new ideas, his ler mood no longer a pure annoyance throughout his day, but a reason to get creative and enjoy himself.
I had a breakdown to my friend about how desperate I am to be tickled and how it’s been over a year and she decided to make plans to come over and wreck me. It’s currently almost 2 am and I can’t fucking sleep because I’m a nervous wreck, what if I got more ticklish since the last time I felt it, what if she finds a new spot, what if I start shrieking, what if I actually beg for the first time, what if what if what if AHHHHHH
Lee laying down on their stomach next to their Ler who's sitting up, the conversation coming to an end. Once the silence hits, the Ler has an idea. Their hand reaches out and starts drawing patterns on the Lee's back with their nail
Circles around their shoulder blades, scribbles up their spine, hearts on their lower back. All while the Ler is just smiling softly at their Lee, who's giggling with their face buried into their arms
Don’t you DARE think I hate you 🔫 I feel so honored every time I get an ask, never be nervous to ask and I’ll never feel forced 🫶🏻
Digital Weakness
Lee: Jax
Ler: Pomni
SFW! NSFW DNI!
Summary: Zooble brings up Jax’s maid outfit, attempting to fluster him. He holds his composure and starts bragging about his will power and how it’s impossible to fluster him, and it was a one time thing because he was ‘digitally drunk’. Pomni decides to test this theory.
Ships: maaaaybe funnybunny if wanted 👀
Word count: 1353
Reading time: 5m 25s
Warnings: none! Tickle fic, scroll if that isn’t what you enjoy
A/N: placed before ep. 6 fight bc I ain’t attempting to make them tickle each other after that drama, no way will that happen
“Jax, don’t act like you’re all god{BOING} mighty. You literally got shoved in a maid dress.”
Jax’s shoulders tense slightly at the reminder of the embarrassment he had gone through during that adventure, but he keeps himself composed.
“Pfft. What, you tryna embarrass me, zoobie? That’s impossible. The only reason I was flustered that day was because I was drunk. None of you idiots could ever fluster me like that again.”
Pomni glances up slightly at the challenge, but doesn’t speak yet, letting him brag.
“But I bet I could embarrass any of you. You’re all weak and pathetic, and I’m immune to getting flustered.”
He chuckles and stretches slightly.
“You all need to realize who’s in charge here. Especially you, little miss tragedy.”
He glares at her, suppressing a shudder from the memory of what had happened to him back at the restaurant.
She squeaks and nervously hides behind Zooble, not wanting to deal with his confrontation.
Pomni finally speaks up, the bells on her jester hat chiming softly with the movement of her head.
“You aren’t immune, Jax. I bet I could fluster you.”
Jax pauses, genuinely surprised that she would actually take him up on the challenge. He didn’t even mean it truly, it was just another one of his power moves to ‘remind’ everyone that he was better. He scoffs and turns to meet her gaze.
“You? You’re half my height, Pom Pom. What are you gonna do?”
She smirks softly and lets the silence sit for a moment, knowing that despite his rough demeanor, she was getting to him and building up anticipation in his chest.
“You really want me to show you? In front of all of them, the only ones you’re truly fooling with your little power complex?”
Only Pomni notices the slight fidgeting he does with his right hand, just for a second.
“Of course I do. It’ll only make me look more immune, since your dumb little attempt won’t do [%B0NĶ!$&].”
Pomni grins and stands up, walking up to him.
“Alright then, put your arms up.”
“..huh?”
“Just do it.”
He squints with suspicion. Then slowly, almost hesitantly, lifts his arms above his head, looking down at the jester.
She glances at the cast on the couches beside them, winks at Ragatha, then suddenly, much to Jax’s pure dismay, starts running her gloved fingers along his sides.
He flinches. Truly, abruptly flinches, biting back a squeak. He shoots his arms down to cover his lengthy torso, pupils tiny with shock. A faint blush creeps up his neck. Oh fuck.
Pomni takes her hands off and grins.
“What’s wrong, Jax? You’re making it seem as though that got to you. Why else would you put your arms down? There’s no way you’re actually ticklish, right? Cause that would be, like, super embarrassing for you~”
Jax’s pupils dilate even further, gripping his own arms with a white-knuckle worthy grip. Except he can’t really get white knuckles.
“..I-…”
He takes a deep breath and puts his arms back up.
“You’re crazy, jester. I just got caught off guard, didn’t expect your hands on me, yknow? Now that I know it ain’t something freaky, I’ll be fine. Didn’t fluster me a bit.”
Pomni chuckles at his blind insistence. There’s no use for trying this hard, even she knows that he won’t be able to handle the tickles for long without breaking down in front of everyone. But his ego stops him from just admitting that, even knowing it’ll get damaged even more because of it.
Pomni reaches up and gently tickles his armpits this time. She watches as his face contorts. He bows his head and bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut with shaking shoulders. God, he’s barely even trying to seem unbothered, how ticklish is he?
She reaches one hand up, having to go on her tippy toes, and gently tickles the base of his ear curiously, wondering if it would do anything.
Jax suddenly shrieks and jolts his head away, taking a shaky step back. His ear twitches violently, a blush burning across his cheeks now. Jesus, how embarrassing.
“Ohoh, does the bunny wabbit have a tickle spot, hm?”
She pounces on him suddenly, pushing him onto the purple couch perpendicular to the one Kinger and Ragatha had been sitting on.
He yelps and struggles beneath her.
“Pomni, get off me! What the {¥BRR%^$] are you doing?!”
She can hear the underlying nerves in his voice, shaking slightly. She grabs his wrists and places his palms beneath her knees, using her weight to pin them by his sides.
Then, she reaches up and softly tickles the base of both ears now, with a much better reach since he’s laying down.
“GHH— mmmh!! MHEHEAHAHA!! F[#!QUACK$}! STAHAP THIS IS SOHO EMBARRASSING!”
He thrashes beneath her, the blush on his face fully visible now, the other cast members staring with mixed reactions. Gangle was furiously sketching in her notebook, in which Zooble glances over her shoulder and smirks at what she’s drawing.
“There we go, ya finally admitted it. It’s possible to make the ‘almighty Jax’ get flustered, hm?”
He completely avoids her gaze, too embarrassed.
“SHUHUHUHUT UP!! THIS IHISN’T FAHAIR.”
His ears twitch against her touch violently, thrashing to get away from the maddening tickles. She brings one hand down and flutters her fingers against the spot where his back meets his left side. He arches his back slightly, letting out an undignified squeak.
“QUIHIHIHIT IT OH MY GOHOHOD!!”
He twists side to side, desperately trying to shake her loose and get her devious fingers off his ticklish digital skin.
“It’s interesting how ticklish you are even in the digital realm. I would’ve thought everyone would either be less ticklish or not at all. But you are living proof that you can be insanely ticklish here.”
He barely listens to a word she says, too focused on the dual tickles attacking his nervous system.
“IHIHIHI BET YOU’RE EHEHEVEN WORSE!!”
He yelps between cackles, desperately grasping at straws to save his dignity, trying to fluster her back in vain.
She grins, knowing better than to react and give him even the small win.
“I dunno, you seem pretty ticklish right now.”
She runs her hand down to his thigh and gently squeezes the side of his thigh, tickling him relentlessly.
“Your rude comments aren’t gonna save you, Jax. Maybe if you ask nicely~”
She teases, tickling his thigh with her fingers whilst drilling her thumb into the dip in his hip. Is opposite leg starts slightly kicking against the couch cushion like a real bunny.
She makes a sound of adoration at the sight.
“Ahawwh, that’s adorable.”
The blush on his cheeks instantly deepens to a deep crimson, the casual term of endearment completely ruining the last of his facade.
“DOHOHONT SAY THAHAT, NOTHING ABOUT ME IHIHIS ADORABLE, POHOM POM!!”
He jerks his head to the side, partly to hide his face and partly to attempt to dislodge her hand from his ear.
Zooble suddenly chucks her crab claw arm piece over to them, landing softly on the couch beside them. Pomni grins and places it against one of his paws, using her leg to keep his own pinned in place so he doesn’t kick her. Zooble controls the piece and starts softly pinching it, the two ends brushing up and down his paw in an extremely tickly manner.
He starts shedding tears of digital mirth, unable to handle the pure overwhelming mess of tickles. He throws his head back, genuinely cackling, letting out small squeaks between laughter.
Pomni smirks and continues for a moment longer, making sure he soaks in how utterly ticklish he is, before she slowly ceases her tickling touch.
Zooble retracts her arm, and Pomni just slowly and softly draws circles against his exposed sides, a gentle, teasing tickle, a shock to his system after the intense tickles he had just endured. It felt..nice. He just lets himself go limp and let out soft, quiet chuckles every few seconds.
“This nehever happened..got it?”
Pomni smirks.
“Oh no, I’m telling Caine to make you a personal tickle adventure.”
Another blush. Seems like it was much, much easier to fluster him than he thought. All that was needed was a good tickle attack and a few teases.
And now the whole cast was aware of his weakness. Which will definitely bite him in the ass later.
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Here’s your seconds @todoroklee, ask for as many as u want, I genuinely love writing fics for ppl :DDD
do you do fic requests? If no that’s completely fine! but if you do can I request Lee!Amity? /nf
Of course!! I’m sooo so sorry for the late reply, I genuinely didn’t know how to see asks 🥲
Not so Composed
Lee! Amity
Ler! Abominations+Luz
SFW! NSFW DNI!!
summary: Amity can’t handle her craving for tickles, and she’d rather die than admit that to anybody. So she spends most of her day trying to teach an abomination how to tickle her, and at one point, Luz walks in and finds her in said ridiculous scenario.
Ships: LUMITY :DDD
Word count: 1621
Reading time: 6m 29s
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, scroll if it’s not ur thing.
A/N: bro I haven’t watched this show in so long I’m scared I’m not doing it justice now :(
It started with a soft, buzzing feeling beneath her skin.
Amity had been unfocused lately, staring into the distance, fidgeting, flinching at any touch, always glancing over any time somebody laughed around her with a distant look in her eyes.
It hadn’t been that bad before, but she knew what it was.
A lee mood, something she hadn’t gotten since childhood, when the twins used to pin her down and tickle her all the time.
She had forgotten about all of that, but now..her skin feels like it’s on fire, her heart is constantly too fast, and she’s been much more clingy and giggly around Luz lately. It was nice, of course, but it confused Luz. Amity had always been nervous to touch her in any way, even holding hands normally flustered her out of her mind, but she had been clinging to her like there’s no tomorrow.
After a few days of this tormenting buzz beneath her skin, she had excused herself and ran upstairs, sitting in the nest in Eda’s room. She hugs herself, desperately trying to rub away the tingles.
“Dang it, Amity, get a hold of yourself..”
She mutters, eventually giving up and just sitting there, zoned out. After a few minutes of being unable to focus on anything but her craving for tickles, she sighs and starts thinking of ideas of how to satisfy the lee mood instead of ignoring it.
Then she remembers. She can basically create tiny little monsters, who says they can’t be tickle monsters? The tricky part will be figuring out how to make them tickle her.
She begins forming small abominations, she messes around with them and gets one to slightly tickle her side, the hands too gooey and uncoordinated to wiggle like a humans fingers would.
She pouts slightly, but still gets a soft giggle out of it. She gets rid of it and tries again, focusing mostly on how it moves its fingers.
This time, it manages to snake its sludge hand beneath her shirt slightly and tickle her exposed tummy. She squeaks and covers her mouth. that’s better, but still nowhere near enough for her.
She squishes it and gets rid of it again. She’s getting better..
She tries to make one with claws, an attempt at a sharper, more fluttery tickle. The previous ones had felt more like gooey nubs running against her skin instead of fingers. She tries it out, but the claws retract from the pressure of pressing against her skin, leaving her with the same, semi-ticklish feeling.
She huffs in frustration. She’s gonna have to perfect this, if she’s getting lee moods again, she needs something to help.
Luz had eagerly skipped up the stairs, not having seen Amity for about two hours.
“Sweet potato? Are you okay?—“
She opens the door to Eda’s room and pauses when she sees the intense look of concentration on Amity’s face, working on an abomination. She had been so focused that she didn’t hear Luz’s joyful call or her entrance. She quietly shuts the door and watches, curious as to what she could be so interested in.
Amity gently lifts the abomination onto her lap and sits back, watching it with a slightly anticipatory gaze. Luz watches with fascination as it lifts its hands. What’s it doing?
The abomination turns its hands into soft, gooey drill-like hands and presses them into a space between her ribs, spinning and vibrating in a tickly manner against her skin. She squeaks and bows her head, letting out quiet giggles. This was her best one yet, but still..this lee mood was awful, and this barely helped.
Luz watches from the corner with an adoring gaze, completely enamored with Amity’s little tickling abomination and her quiet giggles. Why was she making abominations to tickle her? Does she want to be tickled?
Luz steps closer after Amity squishes this abomination, and this time Amity hears her. She swivels her head to see who it is, and practically jumps out of the nest.
“L-LUZ!! Hi, baby! W-what..when did you..come in?”
Luz grins at the bright red blush that bloomed across her face at the sight of her. She’d always found that adorable.
“Long enough to see you making personal ticklers. What’s up with that?”
She hops into the nest beside her and leans against the rim, gazing at her curiously.
“I-I..you’re seeing things, sweet potato. I think you need a nap. Why would I ever make abominations that would..do that?”
Her eyes narrow slightly at Amity’s aversion to saying the word ‘tickle’, but she doesn’t call it out. Yet.
“Hm. Am I? Because I’d say it’s pretty plausible considering how you’ve been acting lately. Seems like somebodies in a lee mood~”
She scoots closer, making Amity’s heart flutter with anticipation.
“I am not. I’ve been acting perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
“You literally bolted when Hunter came over the other day and tickled my side for a millisecond. Trust me, I know what a lee mood looks like, sweet potato.”
Amity goes silent, just maintaining eye contact, a flush creeping up her neck.
“…and if I am..?”
She asks quietly, flustered out of her mind already.
“I could tickle you. If you ask~”
Amity’s eyes widen.
“Luz…no, please don’t do that..”
Luz grins and scoots closer. She gently pins her beneath her and straddles her waist, rolling up her shirt and hovering her hands above her pale skin.
“Go on. You know you want tickles, so just ask me to~” She playfully taps her fingers against her stomach, not ticklish at all, but just enough contact against one of her tickle spots to drive her crazy.
Amity’s lip twitches upwards slightly, the anticipation visible on her expression.
“..I-I can’t say it..”
She whines and covers her face, embarrassed.
“I know you can do it, baby. It’s just me, don’t be embarrassed~.”
They sit in a tense silence for a moment, until Amity’s lee mood becomes way too much to handle from the anticipation.
“..fine, fine!..please..tickle me, Luz.”
She instantly cringes and buries her face deeper into her hands.
“There we go. That’s all you needed to do~”
Suddenly, Luz’s nails are fluttering up and down her exposed tummy, pinching at her ribs. Amity squeaks and abruptly uncovers her face to grab Luz’s wrists, in no way attempting to push her off, but just keeping herself steady and composed.
“EHEEHEHAHA!! LUHUZ EEK—HAHA!”
She lets out squeaky giggles and twists her hips side to side, subconsciously squirming away from the maddening sensation, but making an effort not to actually try and get away from her girlfriend’s mischievous tickles.
Luz brings one hand down to gently squeeze her knee cap and flutter her nails against the sides of the knee. Amity instantly jerks her leg from the sudden touch, unable to keep her leg still despite being careful to not knee her.
“G-GAHAHAHA!! NAHAT THE KNEE! EEHEEK!”
She brings her hands back up to cover her face again, bright, bubbly laughter echoing throughout the large room.
Luz pulls out two of her plant glyphs and places one on both of Amity’s arms. Instantaneously, a smooth vine wraps around her arms from each side and connects at the wrists, wrapping around a wooden pole behind the nest and pinning her arms above her head. The vine then wraps downwards too and the end of each vine gently tickles her underarms, wiggling against the hollows softly.
She shrieks and bucks her hips, the sensations from all 3 areas overwhelming her senses drastically.
“EEHEHEHAHA!! BAHAHABY PLEASE NOHO ITS SO BAHAHAD!”
Luz grins, loving this adrenaline rush. She’s always been a huge ler, and getting to wreck Amity like this was amazing to her.
“Your laugh is so adorable, sweet potato, I can’t stop.”
She gently brings her nails from her stomach to her hip, drilling her thumb against the slight dip in her hip, a deathly sensitive spot on most of her friends. It’s an oddly common spot among those who live in the boiling aisle.
Amity shrieks and jolts away from the tickling, tears of mirth starting to form. She throws her head back and freely cackles, digging her heels into the surprisingly comfortable nest.
“AAAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOH MY—EEEE!!”
She tugs at the vines pinning her arms in place, her stomach doing giddy flips with each tickle.
Luz continues staring at her with an evil grin, loving this tickle attack just as much as Amity is.
She runs her other hand around to the back of her knee instead, tickling insistently against the skin. Amity’s body finally goes limp as she just allows the intense tickles to continue, besides the occasional jerks from when a bad spot is tickled, she’s utterly still.
“EHEHEAHAHA!! O-OKAY, OKAHAHAY, IM DONE HEHEHAHA! PLEASE!”
Luz quickly slows to a stop, getting rid of the tickling vines and leaving Amity with just a gentle, swirling tickle around her stomach, Luz’s nail tracing a light circle over and over.
“E-Eheheh..you’re suhuch an evil ler..”
She lets out breathy, residual giggles.
“Y’know you can just tell me any time you want tickles, sweet potato. It’s really not that embarrassing. I’ve told people when I’ve gotten lee moods before. Or, if you reaallllyyyy don’t wanna, we could make some kinda signal.”
Amity nods, tired out from the physical excursion.
“Alright, that sounds nice..and, I can..do that to you too, if you’re ever in a lee mood. I have experience, even though I was normally the lee.”
Luz blushes slightly at the thought of being tickled by Amity, but smiles.
“Perfect. And baby? I wasn’t lying when I said your laugh was adorable.”
Aaaa fic request of Lee denki ler Kirishimaaaaa? Ofc nf and have a good rest of your day !! 😝😝😝
IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW I WOULDNT GET NOTIFIED FOR ASKS IM SORRY I NEVER SAW THIS AHHHHHHHH
Beneath the Lightning
Lee: Denki
Ler: Kirishima
SFW! NSFW DNI
Summary: Kaminari tweaks his hero costume and has to go out for training with Class 1-A with a piece missing because it wasn’t fully ready yet, leaving an opening that is much more of a vulnerability than he had thought.
Ships: KamiKiri if wanted!
Word count: 1116
Reading time: 4m 28s
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, scroll if it isn’t ur thing!
A/N: holy crap my motivation is through the roof rn, and sorry that this is all back tickles, I’m sure you probably wanted variety 😭😭
“Uhhh, hey Hatsume?”
Kaminari peeks his head into Mei’s classroom, his eyes instantly drawn to her quickly moving hands working on different machinery. She turns and catches his eye.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“Would my hero costume happen to be done? Mr. Aizawa wants us all to wear ours for training today.”
Mei sighs.
“Not entirely. But you’ll live with it. I know you wanted your electricity enhancers to connect to your back, so there’s an open back on the costume that I was going to place the machine into. If you need it now, you’re gonna have to deal with the breeze against your back. That fine with you?”
Kaminari nods, stepping fully inside and looking around. He’s always been awed by this place.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just need to make sure nobody gets a hit in, that’s a pretty big safety hazard in a battle. I’ll just tell Aizawa the piece that’s supposed to go there is being worked on..he shouldn’t be too mad.”
Hatsume walks over to a closet that most likely holds her costume work, then comes out with his costume in her hands, handing it over to him.
“There are enhancers on the legs, though. So I’d primarily use any kicking skills you have.”
Kaminari nods and thanks her before rushing out with the costume, not wanting to take up too much of her time.
Kaminari steps out onto the training field after a few stretches and a swig of his water bottle, a confident demeanor radiating off of him despite the vulnerability he’s subconsciously aware of with the missing piece of his costume.
“You’re missing something, sparky.”
He turns to the snide comment from their resident Pomeranian.
“Mei didn’t finish my enhancers in time, they were meant to connect to a machine that she was gonna sew into the back. I’ll manage though, and plus, now all the ladies get to see my awesome muscles”
He flashes a grin and flexes his back. Katsuki rolls his eyes and stomps away, annoyed by his cocky attitude.
The training exercise was done in pairs, so of course the iconic duo, Kiri and Kami, go ahead and pair up. They share a manly high five before sitting down and waiting for Aizawa’s instructions. He was currently busy talking to Mic.
“Dude, you’re uh..missing a piece. What’s that about?”
Denki sighs, already finding the act of explaining this tedious.
“Mei didn’t finish a piece of machinery that she was gonna sew into the hole, so I have a sick open back for now.”
“Someone’s gonna get a hit on you through that thing, you need to watch it closely.” Kiri warns, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Meh, I have good spatial awareness, I can handle an open back.”
A moment of silence, Kaminari just assumes the conversation is over and stares off into the distance slightly, already zoning out.
He’s suddenly ripped from his trance at a swipe of Kiri’s nail up his spine. He shrieks and jolts forward, releasing a small electricity spark from pure shock.
“J-Jeez, Kiri, what was that?!”
Kirishima grins.
“Thought you said you had good spatial awareness. And it seems like your back was an awful spot to be vulnerable of all places, it seems pretty sensitive.”
He reaches out and spiders his surprisingly long nails along the length of his back, causing Denki to arch his back and fall slightly against him, jerking side to side to try and squirm away from the touch.
“EEHEHE!! STAHAP!”
He lets out tiny shocks of electricity, only making himself more ticklish. Kiri flinches at first, then realizes they don’t hurt and continues with ease. He grabs Denki’s wrists and pulls his arms over him and beside him, using his other hand to spider all over his open back.
Denki kicks his legs softly and buries his face in Kiri’s shoulder, hiding the flush on his face from the embarrassment and just his smile in general.
“Hey, hiding your smile isn’t manly, bro. What do you think tickles are meant to do? Let me see so I know Ive still got that ler power in me.”
He grins and nudges his head off, turning him so his neck is on his lap and his arms are above him, his back basically in the air so there’s room for Kiri to sneak his hand underneath him and continue the maddening back tickles.
Denki lets out a deafening shriek when Kirishima’s nails drag over one of his shoulder blades, his whole body jolting at full force at the tickly touch.
“EEEEEHAAHAHA!! KIRI PLEHEASE OHOH MY GOHOSH!!”
He digs his heels into the bench as tears of mirth well in his eyes, his face flushing from the intense tickles against one of his worst spots.
“Please what, man? Please keep going? Why didn’t you say so~”
He suddenly flips him over, trading his adorable smile for better access to his back.
Kiri balls his tickling hand into a fist and suddenly presses his knuckles into his back right by his ribs, vibrating them against the skin and moving them down to his hips in a tickly manner, then back up again.
“GAHAHAAHAHA!! ITS SO BAHAHAHAD PLEASE NOT THAHAHAT EEEE!!”
Small, low voltage trails of electricity follow Kiri’s knuckles at each point of contact, creating a pretty pattern. the feeling of his knuckles digging between each rib an insanely ticklish sensation, causing his electricity to pile up around the area being tickled as some sort of defense mechanism, though it barely does anything.
“Quit shocking me, dude, it tickles.”
Kaminari lets out an exasperated noise between his cackles.
“IHIHIHIT TICKLES YOU?!?! WHAHAT ABOUT ME?”
Kirishima chuckles and switches to running his nails in a circle around his upper back, an intense tingle running down Kaminari’s spine each time it runs over the back of his neck, only making him more sensitive. It makes him laugh less because it’s less intense, sure, but fuck, it tickles like hell.
“EhehehehEHEHE!! Stohohoop..”
He whines through his nonstop giggles, completely unable to shut his mouth or even attempt trying not to laugh due to the constant tickly feeling overwhelming his senses.
At this point he’s also gone limp against Kiri’s lap, just letting him tickle him. He’d never admit the fact that he never truly minded this tickle onslaught, but it was quite obvious by the way he never even attempted to pull his arms from Kiri’s grip.
Kirishima suddenly skitters all five nails down his spine before coming to a stop, leaving Kaminari a giggly, sparking mess on his lap.
“Let that be a lesson to not get too cocky, it’s not manly. You probably have 5 minutes before Aizawa’s done, so calm down fast.”
Kiri warns him while gently running his palm against his back to get out all the phantom tickles.
“Yohou’re a menace..Mhmhm..”
“Don’t act like you don’t love being tickled, Kami, I’ve seen your secret account.”
Denki freezes. Huh..?
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Here you go @todoroklee! I’m sorry it’s such a short fic I wrote this at 3:29 am 😭💀
I feel like I’m too casual irl abt tickling. Inside whenever someone brings it up or anything I’m fucking dying but on the outside I reflect it so easily, which is one of my problems because then I don’t seem nervous or flustered and they decide I’m not worth teasing further or tickling and that’s the LAST THING I WANT ARGHHH
I think I’ll marry the first guy that ever tickles me, every time I get a crush it’s one of the first scenarios I think of. If it ever happens I’m combusting
Summary: Shoto hasn’t been his best lately. He’s been snapping at his friends, skipping meals, staying up late to get work done, etc. Aizawa notices, like the father-not-father he is. After countless complaints about his grumpy behavior, he takes things into his own hands.
Word Count: 1505
Reading time: 6m
Ships: NONE. NO. EW.
Warnings: none, unless u don't enjoy tickling, this is a tickle fic!
A/N: I have been gone for so long but I came back bc I just got the most intense lee mood of my life.
“Stop being so loud, Kaminari.”
Shoto Todoroki, known as the collected, strong willed young boy he is. However, those character traits seemed to be cracking recently. He had been snapping at his friends recently for slight annoyances, and this was no different.
“Jeez, man, I wasn’t even being that loud, we were just laughing.”
Kaminari rebuttals, a bit hurt even though he knows it’s nothing personal since he’s been snapping at people all week.
“Yeah well, you should know more than everyone that your laughing is loud. And quite frankly? Obnoxious.”
Shoto grunts and slams his book shut, storming off to his dorm. He wasn’t losing his composed demeanor, it just had a hint of annoyance and anger mixed in with it. He wasn’t lashing out, just getting upset. But it was getting annoying.
When the rest of class 1-A was eating their dinner in the common room and chatting, Shoto was nowhere to be seen. Nobody really mentioned it, but a few started to feel a bit concerned, as he hadn’t come out for a meal since breakfast.
He was rooted to his chair currently, flipping through textbook pages and notes, focused immensely on his school work. He’d been like this for a few nights now, obsessing over his work now that state testing was coming up.
The next day was the same cycle. He’d snap at his friends when they were around, go to his room, and stay in there. Except this day was a bit different. While he was busy studying for his AP Literature, he heard a firm knock on his door.
He groans, thinking it’s one of his friends that had been bothering him. He drags himself to the door and swings it open with an attitude, stiffening at the sight of his teacher.
“O-Oh! Mr. Aizawa, sorry- uhm, what’s going on? Did you need me for something?”
He fidgets with his hand, feeling awkward after swinging the door open so rudely infront of his professor
“Your little attitude has led your classmates to disturb my peace and quiet. So I’ll ask you instead, what’s going on, Shoto? Why are you snapping at your peers?”Shoto stiffens slightly at the direct call out.
“Ah, apologies. I’ve just..been quite sleep deprived, as I’ve stayed up late studying the past few nights. And you know how obnoxious things are when you’re tired..”
Aizawa tilts his head slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his expression.“Sleep deprivation, hm? …know it all too well. You’re a bright kid, Shoto. You don’t need to exert this much energy to pass, you’re already top of the class.”
Shoto rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his stoic demeanor diminishing with the combination of praise and underlying annoyance in Aizawa’s tone.
“Yeah, I guess..but I really just want to do well, if I study hard enough, there won’t be any doubt that I’ll pass..”
Aizawa cuts him off
“You sound like you need someone to help you sleep. You’re too worked up.”
Shoto gives him a questioning look.
“Well, what could you do to help me? I can’t even get myself to sleep.”
Aizawa thinks for a moment, considering possibilities.
“Does warm milk help you sleep? I could go grab you some while you wind down.”
He shakes his head.
“Mmh-mm. Just tastes good, doesn’t tire me out.”
“..”
A slight flush blooms up Aizawa’s own neck before quickly diminishing at his next idea.
“I remember a way from my days in high school that Hizashi would force me to wind down.”
Shoto blinks, a silent offer for him to continue.
“Don’t tell the other students that this method worked on me in the past, I don’t wanna relive it. It was embarrassing. But..I’ll show you. Surprise makes it work better, so I’m not gonna tell you what it is.”
He fidgets again, now a bit nervous for what he’s planning.
“Embarrassing?”
“I hope you can use the same will power you did to hold in your laugh with Mr. Smiley, or this may get loud.”
Shoto barely has time to process the..tease? Too monotone to tell what his goal was with that statement..before Aizawa sits him back down in the spinny chair beside him and starts fluttering his fingertips along his sides. It was a silly sight, two of the most stoic people in UA engaging in such a playful activity.
Sure enough, Shoto bit back the burst of laughter that threatened to bubble past his lips, his shoulders shaking as he grips his teachers wrists, not pushing, but desperately squeezing to distract his body from the maddening, tingly sensation across his torso. Damn. He’d forgotten how ticklish he was, the only person who’d ever tickled him was Nazu, during one of the very rare days he had been allowed to play with his siblings.
“A-Aihi—mph!”
He tries again
“Aizawa, what a-are you..Mhmhm—Doing?!”
He struggles to get through without letting his giggles slip.
“Huh, even better control than I’d thought. Physical excursion tires people out quickly, you should know this. Tickling someone makes them struggle and use an excess amount of energy, therefore making them sleepy. Hence why I’m doing this.”
Shoto can barely grasp every word in his explanation, too focused on holding in his laughter and desperately trying to jolt away from each tickly touch.
Then, Aizawa takes one hand and pinches the gaps between each rib, vibrating his hand against the skin like tickly, electric shocks, meanwhile his other hand is still skittering up and down Shoto’s left side.
“AHACK—mhmhmhmph!!”
He bows his head, his core muscles fully tensed from holding in his laughter. His leg slightly kicks out at the sudden switch in tickle spots, but he suppresses other reactions.
“..have you been hiding this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you subjected to one of Mina’s tickle fights before. Is that why you’re trying so hard not to laugh?”
Shoto turns his head away, too embarrassed to look at him. He’s so good at reading people, it’s not fair. Of course he’s been hiding it, his image would be absolutely demolished if his friends knew he turned into a giggly, squirming mess when tickled.
“You realize I could make you crack in milliseconds, problem child. It’d be funny if one of your peers came in to check on you and saw you shrieking with laughter.”
“D-Don’t you dare tease me! Ihi would kill you if y-you did thahat!!”
Aizawa smirks.
The next thing Shoto knows, instead of the light fluttering and insistent buzzing tickle against his ribs, there’s a sudden, overwhelmingly ticklish spidering against the hollows of his armpits, and occasionally one hand shoots to his neck and flutters against his jawline. The combination of one of his worst tickle spots being absolutely demolished and such a light, teasing tickle against his neck sends his nerves into overdrive.
He kicks both his legs out and pins his arms to his sides, effectively trapping Aizawa’s hands against his tickle spot anyways. He thrashes his head side to side, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes.
The dormitories were awfully quiet for a Friday night, most of the students watching a movie and lounging in the common area. Until they were all suddenly bombarded by the loud, unguarded cackling from Shoto’s dorm. What the..
Shoto throws his head back and lightly knees Aizawa in the stomach from pure panic, his strength not nearly enough to do any actual damage.
Aizawa just smirks and teasingly spiders his fingers around Shoto’s underarms before randomly dipping into the hollows and going mad on the sensitive area.
“STAHAAHHAHAHAP STOP STOP EEHEHEHAAH PEOPLE ARE GONNA HEHEAR!!”
“Trust me, they’ve heard. You are insanely loud.”
As if on cue, they hear a loud banging on the door.
“The fuck is going on in there? We’re trying to enjoy a movie, icyhot!”
Shoto’s heart leaps in his chest and he frantically covers his face in case Bakugou walks in and sees him like this, the idea mortifying him already.
“I’m tickling him.”
Aizawa replies with a deadpanned tone, obviously not realizing how utterly embarrassed Shoto truly is.
“You’re hah?”
Much to Shoto’s dismay, Bakugou slams the door open and peaks in, a wicked grin splitting his lips.
“Damn, you’re a mess. I never knew you were ticklish, icyhot. I should tell Mina.”
“PLEHEHEASE NOHO- EEEEHEHAHA!!”
He cuts off for a moment when Aizawa catches him particularly off guard with his little circle and dip movement.
“SHE’LL KIHIHILL MEHEHEHEEEE”
Bakugou just smirks and shuts the door, heading back to the common area to reveal a certain secret.
“HAHAHA GAHAHA!! AIZAWA, IM TIRED IM TIRED EHEHEAHA!! ILL SLEHEHEEP, I PROMISE!”
He finally makes a slight effort to actually push him away, Aizawa quickly takes the sign and pulls away. Way too abrupt for poor Shoto, but at least he stopped. His underarms tingle with phantom tickles as he lets out a few residual giggles, he looked genuinely exhausted now.
“…I’m so gohohonna tell them about your high school experience with this.”
Aizawa stiffens slightly.
“Don’t you dare. Go to bed, Shoto. If I’m surprise attacked randomly tomorrow, you’re running 5 laps on the track.”
Shoto lets out a final, tired giggle and turns to his bed.
“Thanks, Mr. Aizawa.”He mutters, obviously embarrassed about the entire situation.
Aizawa just smiles and shuts his door, leaving the boy in peace and quiet.
