#anime tickles

[chocos-universe]

Hello?? 🥹

Lwk if Tumblr gives this a content warning I might just get them...

But this is so cutie 🥹

I found the scene, know NOTHING about the anime but!..

Have this in replacement for the fic I accidentally deleted..

[switch-witch-erin]

This anime caught me off guard…

[defo-okay-person]

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Instant Karma.

Summary: Karma and Nagisa are sparring with each other after becoming buds from the paintball fight, and Nagisa makes an interesting discovery, so does Karma.

Lees: Karma and Nagisa

Lers: Karma and Nagisa

(⚠️This is a tkl fic⚠️)

(⚠️SOME SPOILERS⚠️)

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Karma and Nagisa were at Nagisa's place, since his mother was out and would be out for a bit, making it a good opportunity for Karma and Nagisa to do some sparring to improve their assassination skills.

They couldn't get access to any anti-sensei knives, and they couldn't use real knives, so they were just using wooden spoons from the kitchen, which was pretty amusing to Karma.

They were both great assassins when it came to Nagisa's technique and strategy, along with Karma's deception and creativity, so no one was really winning.

"Damn, you're pretty good at spooning, Nagisa~."

Karma teased, using the situation with the spoons for his own comments. Nagisa, however, didn't find this that amusing.

"Shut up, Karma! Focus, we don't have much time left before March..."

"Oh please, we'll kill Koro-Sensei in time. Besides, even if we don't, that scientific stuff we got from Ritsu says that Koro-Sensei probably won't even explode, anyway. You voted to save him."

Nagisa rolled his eyes as he was reminded of his choice to save Koro-Sensei, and how he had pretty much lost the fight over it, hence why they were now sparring to train their skills.

"Stop bringing it up, Kar—"

He was cut off by a yelp from Karma when he managed to get the wooden spoon past his hands and jabbed him in the ribs.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Karma froze a bit, not wanting to start this renewed friendship with lies, but also not wanting to tell the truth about the real reason he yelped.

"Nah, you're fine..."

He unnaturally quickly rubbed whatever feeling was on his ribs away and stood back up, weirdly eager to get back to fighting, which was saying something. It didn't take rocket science—even though they had been on a rocket—to catch on.

"Oh? I didn't take you for the ticklish type, Karma..."

Nagisa somehow said it completely naturally with some curiosity, not even smiling or teasing, just genuinely curious that Karma was one of the ticklish types. That somehow worked on Karma more than if Nagisa had teased him about it.

"I'm not. Back to fighting, short-ass."

"Really? Insults after I just found this out?"

Nagisa used the insult as an excuse to poke Karma's ribs with the spoon again, this time with the handle end so that it was more precise.

"Snrk—Nagisa. I swear, I'm warning you."

Nagisa did not heed this warning. Karma should've known that a guy who could stun assassins with a clap and who had gone undercover as a girl once wouldn't just stop because of a simple warning.

He tucked the spoon away into the waistband of his trousers to make his hands free, and used his short height to duck under Karma's hands and latch his fingers onto the redheads hips, swirling his thumbs into the hipbones.

Karma wasn't the type to crumple and squeal under tickling, but he did partly double over, covering his mouth with one of his hands and grabbing the collar of Nagisa's shirt with the other, snickering.

"Snrk— N-Nagisahaha...Stohohop or I swehehear I'll gihihve you tehehen times wohohorse!"

"You can't attack me back if I don't stop yet~."

Once Karma switched from grabbing his collar to trying to grab his hands, he started switching spots. Whenever Karma got close to grabbing his wrists, he switched between digging into the spot right below his ribs on his upper stomach to the spot just above his ribs between his underarms.

"Fuhuhuck yohohou! Gehehet behehent!"

Nagisa then slipped his fingers into Karma's underarms and the boy fully doubled over with a loud laugh, knocking Nagisa over, who was still ducked beneath this hands at the time.

"FAHAHACK!"

Nagisa was now on the floor, and it didn't take long for Karma to catch his breath and glare at Nagisa in a playfully menacing way.

"K-Karma...can't we just say th-that I'm sorry and call it even?..."

"Let's see what your couch thinks."

Karma grabbed Nagisa underneath the arms and accurately threw him onto the couch, not giving him time to move before pinning him down and kneeling on his thighs.

"Karma!"

Nagisa squealed Karma's name, just because Karma was wiggling his fingers above the blue-haired teen's sides. As, very unlike Karma, Nagisa was a loud giggler and a squeaker or squeaker when it came to tickling.

"Not now, Nagisa. I'm busy."

Karma found the soft, slightly squishy part on Nagisa's sides and clawed his fingers into them, switching between clawing and vibrating, each making the smaller boy squirm under him and laugh boyishly.

"Kahaharma! Plehehease!"

Again, unlike Karma, Nagisa was quick to resort to pleases and begging. Despite being pretty much the best assassin in Class 3-E, Nagisa couldn't manage to squirm out from Karma kneeling on his thighs.

Karma then started walking his fingers all over his abdomen, trying to locate spots that would make him squeal. He stalled on Nagisa's underarms for a bit, scratching his fingers into the hollows through Nagisa's shirt.

"K-KAHAHARMA!"

"What is it with you and my name? You like my name or somethin'?"

Nagisa was pissed off at the comment, but couldn't manage a full sentence to express that, trying to glare through his slight tears of mirth. His eyes then clamped shut entirely as Karma began the finale at Nagisa's stomach, right around his belly.

"OKAHAHAY! I'M SOREHEHEHE! STAHAHAP!"

"Fine, but only because I don't want your tears on my white shirt."

Karma relented with a last squeeze to the sides and got off Nagisa, then Nagisa rolled onto his side and caught his breath.

"Ready to continue the spooning, Nagisa?"

"Stop calling it that! But sure..."

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Eeeeeeeee! Writing this was so fun, thanks for the request! Karma and Nagisa are my favourite duo in the whole series below Itona and Teresaka, so I'm pretty much dying after writing this!

[rachi-roo]

PASS-THE-LEE CHARACTER SUBMISSIONS!!!

Greetings, tickle artists and friendos alike!!! I didn't expect to get such a huge reaction to my game so quickly! So, we're going to go ahead and start taking names for which character is going to be getting got!

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Voting ended onNov 9, 2024

[cringeandproud]

A healthy reminder

Buggy the clown is canonically ticklish

[ticklishfiend]

Off-Button (My Hero Academia)

Pairing : Lee!Kaminari Ler!Bakugou

A/N : oh my god who new scumbag could actually post again, it's a marvel. no but fr, i've been lurking around the tickle tags forever and reading all of yall's amazing fics and i couldn't help getting back into it, even for just one fic. this isn't tickletober, i do not have the patience for that (u guys having the willpower to make something new every single day is fucking astounding to me idk how u do it lol), but i hope u guys enjoy it anyways! as always, please like and reblog if u can bc i really appreciate the support :D enjoy!! <3

Summary : Denki is incapable of being quiet during Bakugou and Kirishima's movie night they invited him to. Bakugou can't stand it, and decides to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count : 3359 

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! LOVE U GUYS! <333

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What the absolute fuck was Spiky Hair thinking when he invited that energy filled blabber mouth to their movie night. 

Denki hadn’t shut up since he got into the damn room, his mouth seemingly going for an exercise run when the movie started and he got to make his own commentary. Katsuki was hoping for a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, watch a horror movie or two so Eijirou would snuggle close for comfort, and just all around actually enjoy his evening. 

But goddamnit if Denki wasn’t just the right man for disturbing the peace.

“Holy shit, did you see that?! That head went FLYING! It looks like someone throwing a football to a field goal! Wait, is it a field goal? Kiri, what’s the difference between a touchdown and a field goal? I’m not much of a football man, more of a baseball kinda guy. Although, I’d never turn down tickets to the Superbowl if I ever got the chance. You know they have these huge performances in the middle of the game where famous singers take over the field and just go ham?! I’d go just for that! But not if-”

Katsuki was going to become the next serial killer in a blockbuster horror movie if Denki didn’t shut his fucking mouth soon.

He glared at Eijirou, who was grinning from ear to fucking ear. Oh he did this shit on purpose. He hangs out with Sparky way more than Katsuki does, able to withstand his constant rambling in a way the short-tempered teen has never been able to understand. 

It’s not that Katuski dislikes Denki, though he would never ever fucking admit that out loud. He actually finds him funny sometimes, especially when paired with Sero. The two would probably make a good stand-up duo if Denki wasn’t the type to steal the microphone away just to ramble about every stupid thought that popped into his mind. 

But overall, Katuski does enjoy his company…most of the time.

“-I mean I don’t hate vegetables, but I’m not gonna pick them if I have the choice, y’know? Like if I have the choice between a beautiful bowl of pre-packaged ramen and a fucking green bean, I’m going with the ramen every single time, no question. Oh, but fruit though? That’s a whole different story-”

“Holy shit do you have a FUCKING off button?!” Katsuki shouted to Denki’s spot on the floor, feeling Eijirou give his shoulder a tight squeeze in return. Katsuki whipped his head around to find a disapproving gaze that really pissed him off. “What?! This is supposed to be a movie night, but I haven’t been able to hear the damn thing for it’s entire fucking duration! He’s ruining it!”

“You don’t have to be rude,” Eijirou whispered with a frown. Denki had fallen unusually quiet, and though they couldn’t see his face from their spots up on the couch, they knew what that meant. Katsuki knew what that meant, and damn Eijirou for giving him the ability to feel empathy for others.

Katsuki sighed through a groan, pushing himself off the couch and onto the floor next to Denki. Both were quiet, just sitting next to each other and watching the movie together in an uncomfortable silence.

“I’m sorry for ruining your movie night,” Denki mumbled into his arms which were now propped crossed on his knees. Katsuki pinched his lips together, gaze refusing to avert from the screen.

“You didn’t ruin shit, idiot,” he said, his tone much softer than before. “ Our fault for thinking you could actually be quiet for an hour and a half.”

“Katsuki,” Eijirou threatened from the couch, his inflection enough to make Katsuki realize his mistake in words.

“It was a joke, relax,” Katsuki grumbled like a teen to a scolding parent. Finally looking over at Denki, he started to feel his guilt bubbling to a boil. He cringed hard when he realized what needed to be said, feeling the words practically squirming in his chest with utter discomfort. “I’m…sorry. Okay? I’m sorry,” Katsuki rubbed his face anxiously, basically covering his mouth like it would make his words unheard. “I just like watching shit in silence, alright? Nothing personal, you moron, just…agree to disagree, I guess.”

Denki sat there for a moment. He was letting Katsuki’s apology settle in his system like swallowing a pill he’d never taken before. Bakugou…apologized to him. Actually said the word sorry, and TWICE at that. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

Denki launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him tightly before Katsuki had the chance to realize he was fucking hugging him. Katsuki quickly shoved him off like he had a disease, but that smile never left Denki’s face.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Sparky! This changes nothing!”

“You like me!” Denki beamed, repeatedly poking at Katsuki’s arm like it would make him realize it himself. “You said sorry, you apologized to me! Kirishima, we’ve gotta throw a party or something, bake me a cake--shit, bake Bakugou a cake! This is a real turn of events, my friends, a real turning point in our friendship if I do say so myself,” Denki sighed happily, criss-crossing his legs and facing Katsuki with a wide smile. “You like me.”

Katsuki growled at the notion. He couldn’t even deny it, the bastard was right. But he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it. 

Then, like his guardian angel was sending him telepathic messages on how to fucking destory this loser, he remembered something. Something very interesting.

Last week, Sero and Denki had been roughhousing on the floor of the common rooms over something Katsuki couldn’t care less to find out about. All he knew was that Denki had been the annoying little shit he always is, and Sero was finally retaliating against it and winning. He had Denki in some weird wrestler hold, his arms held firm behind his back as he kicked and struggled and refused to apologize for whatever annoyance he had caused.

Then, there was a screech. A loud one, followed by bouts of hysterical laughter and far more thrashing than before. Sero was tickling at his ribs with his free hand, fingers never relenting from the one spot he had a firm ticklish grip on. Denki pleaded and begged, and eventually with enough persuasion, Denki apologized. 

Denki is ticklish, and apparently ridiculously so. This could be helpful. This could be vital.

“I suggest you shut your mouth right now before I find that fucking off button myself,” Katsuki threatened, his eyes peering through his brow in the way a predator would before striking its prey.

“Oh c’moooon, you wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” Denki creened through a grin before giggling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Such a little shit, he was really milking this for all it’s worth.

“Not gonna hurt you, fucknuts. But I am gonna make you regret everything you just fucking said,” Katsuki growled before shoving Denki onto his back, the electric blonde letting out a confused yelp as he went down flailing. Katsuki kept his hand pressed firmly on Denki’s chest, pinning him to the floor with ease as he clambered on top. 

“Woah, we turning this duo into a trio or what, KitKat?” Kirishima chided in, having been scrolling on his phone for the past minute before realizing the action that was happening right before his eyes.

“Can it, idiot. I’ve got business to attend to here,” Katsuki growled before turning back to Denki with an evil grin. “You ticklish, Sparkplug?”

Denki’s eyes went wide before immediately throwing his arms around himself to protect his torso. “Nope.”

“Ohoho really? You seem awfully nervous for someone who ain’t ticklish,” Katsuki wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, like a predator about to strike. “And if I recall correctly, Sero had you pretty fuckin’ beat the other day after you tried your luck annoying the shit outta him too.”

Denki’s lips pressed together tightly, the corners wobbling in a vain attempt to keep from giggling already. He shook his head vehemently. “No idea what you’re talking about,” his words came out quick, curling his lips under his teeth as soon as his talking ceased.

“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout I jog your memory a bit; get that pea-brain of yours back up to speed, huh?” Katsuki slowly moved his wiggling fingers down towards Denki’s sides, the electric blonde unable to keep his giggles in any longer as they flowed out of him through puffs of air through his nose and a bouncing chest filled with butterflies. He swatted slapping hands at Katsuki's quickly, trying to both fight back while also protecting himself at the same time. His elbows stayed glued to his ribs while his hands uselessly bat at the weapons of mass destruction easing towards his torso.

“No, nonono nohoho wahahait,” he giggled nervously, having yet to even be tickled but unable to keep it at bay any longer. 

“Nah, it’s too late for that shit,” Katsuki growled before finally striking, fingers pinching strategically at the boy’s sides right below his ribs. Denki screeched, back arching and legs kicking out behind his tormenter as he reached down to grip Katsuki’s wrists and try to push them away, but it was futile. Giggles poured from him with ease, interlaced with squeals when Katsuki’s fingers came just a bit too close to his ribs for comfort.

“Ahahaha! Wahahait, c’mohohon! Dohohon’t!” Denki shook his head, trying to find any relief from that torturously funny sensation Katsuki delivered to him through gentle pinches and scribbles.

That was another thing throwing Denki completely for a loop; Bakugou was being so gentle. He expected rough digging, hard squeezes that would leave him gasping for air and swirling punches. But instead he got agonizingly tame, insanely ticklish pinches that had him already nearly pleading for mercy. 

“Don’t? Please, you asked for this as soon as you tried fucking with me. I was even being nice to you before, idiot. But noooo, you just had to keep poking the damn bear, didn’t you?” Katsuki emphasized his metaphor by sporadically poking all over Denki’s torso, at his belly, then his sides, up to his ribs, and even his chest, which Denki didn’t know could feel as ticklish as it did.

Denki giggled hysterically, squirming like a worm with his arms pulled close, basically giving up the fight and letting Katsuki do as he pleases. He knew he wouldn’t win if he tried, so he might as well let it happen until Bakugou tires himself out with it.

That is, until, Katsuki’s thumbs found their way into the hollows of Denki’s armpits. Denki squealed loudly, his heels digging hard into the carpet with every kick as his head turned to try and smush his red face into the floor beside him. 

“Oh, sweet spot, huh?” Katsuki grinned, thumbs practically glued to that little spot under Denki’s arms that kept the boy cackling and squirming like crazy. “You seeing this, Kiri? Think he’s gonna keep messing with me after this?”

Eijirou chuckled, phone now beside him on the couch as he enjoyed the show before him. “Oh definitely. Guy’s a glutton for punishment.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that after I’m done with him.”

Denki blushed deeply, turning his head towards Kiri and opening a single eye as best he could with his face all scrunched in laughter. “Kirihihieehehe! Pleheheease! Hehehelp me!” he gasped for air through giggles, talking through his hysteria quite the difficult task. “Mahahake him stohohop!” 

“Oh no, absolutely not. You got what’s coming to you, gigglebox, and I’m not interfering with him when he’s like this,” Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh along, the boy’s laughter too contagious to help it.

“You could always help me, y'know? Cause you already know what I’ll do to you if you don’t, gigglebox,” Katsuki sent Eijirou a wicked smile, fingers still tickling the boy under him relentlessly. Eijirou blushed, before getting up from the couch with a sigh.

“Sorry, Denks, nothing personal,” he apologized with a giggle, obviously not sorry in the slightest. He sat down above Denki’s head, giving his hair a little tussle.

“Nohoho! You dohohon’t hahahave to do thihis!” Denki’s squirming increased before letting in a big gasp of air as Katsuki’s assault finally relented, though his arms stayed glued tightly to his sides. “C’mohon, man, we’re friehehends!” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’re friends, man. And no, I don’t have to do this,” Kiri grinned before grabbing Denki’s wrists, trying to pull them up above his head. Denki tried hard to keep them down, unable to keep the giggles to himself in pure anticipation, repeating “nonononohoho!” as he felt Kiri winning the fight for his hands. They came to a standstill when his hands were near his face, Denki pulling hard to keep them down.  “But I kinda want to, y’know?” Kiri giggled, giving Katsuki a look. “A little help, love?”

“No problem,” Katsuki smiled before bringing his fingers up to flutter softly at Denki’s neck and ears. Denki squealed, high-pitched giggles escaping as he struggled to keep his strength, too focused now on trying to protect his neck with his shoulders. This allowed Kiri to finally pull his arms up above his head and pin them there by the wrists, Denki whining loudly and kicking his legs out in protest.

“Plehehease! I’m sorry, okahay, don’t tickle mehehee!” He pleaded, bringing his knees up to drum against Katsuki’s back.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Katsuki said before bringing his fingers down to flutter softly against Denki’s armpits through his shirt, the boy squealing and screaming out a “no!” in response before falling helplessly into giggles and cackles. “Plus, this is kinda fun.”

His fingers fluttered and spidered for a while, relishing in Denki’s frantic laughter. Katsuki got bored of the flutters after a while, switching to pinching up and down Denki’s ribcage with gentle precision. 

“Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t, mahahan, plehehease! It tihihickles!” Denki shoved his face into his now raised arm, trying to muffle his giggles and hide his flushed face.

“Damn right it tickles, I’m tickling you,” Katsuki looked at Eijirou with a mocking shake of the head and a sigh. “This fuckin’ guy, amirite?”

“His face is so red, man. I think he’s embarrassed ~,” Kiri cooed down towards Denki’s face, giggling at the squeal his words brought.

“I’m nohohot! I’m nohohohot!” Denki shook his head into his arm, squirming even harder and screaming as one of Katsuki’s hands came up to flutter at the open side of his neck, the other still preoccupied at his ribs.

“He’s tryna deny it, Kiri,” Katsuki tsked before bringing his face closer to Denki’s. “You know what we do to liars around here?”

“Nohoho!” Denki cried, not sure if he was replying to Katsuki’s teasing question or just yelling out his preferred word to cry out in ticklish agony.

“Weeeeee…” Katsuki paused both his sentence and his tickling, his hands standing still in the spots they were last playing with. Denki continued to giggle through his panting breath, body tense in anticipation and eyes squeezed shut tight. Seconds passed and still, nothing. Curiosity killed the cat, but Denki couldn’t help opening one of his eyes hesitantly and looking up at Katsuki’s wicked grin. 

Then, he screamed when Katsuki’s hands shot down quickly to squeeze at his hips, falling yet again into helpless cackles. “...tikitikitikitikitickle them!”

“Ahahahaha gohohohod! Thahat’s sohoho- pppffttt hahahaha! -stuhuhupihihid!” Denki shook his head in protest, kicking and bucking his hips like he could knock off his tickler with one good throw. Obviously it didn’t work, and Katsuki continued to tickle him while staying put like he was riding a bull.

“Oh, you callin’ me stupid now? Do you really think that’s the smartest move to make when I’ve got you squealing like a little girl for saying some stupid shit earlier?’”

“I juhuhust said- gahahahaha nohoho! -thahat you lihihike mehehee!” 

“Yeah and how did that turn out for you?” Katsuki asked before scribbling his hands over Denki’s waist, the boy screeching and giggling frantically in response.

“Bahahahad! Sohoho bahahahd!”

“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki grinned before going back to poking around Denki’s belly, a much easier task now that Denki’s flailing arms were out of the equation. “How’s about we find that little off button we discussed earlier, huh? Maybe we can finally get you to shut your trap for once.”

Eijirou giggled with a shake of his head. “You are so mean, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love it,” Katsuki looked at Denki’s face, grinning at the blush he wore and the giant smile overtaking his features and making his nose scrunch up all cutely. “And from the looks of it, so does this little guy. You enjoyin’ yourself up there, dumbass?”

Denki’s belly bounced through his giggles, much softer than before now that he was just being poked at, but still frantic as his belly was very ticklish. “Nohoho!”

“I think that’s the word of the day. ‘No, no, no,’ it’s all you’ve said since we started this shit. You mean that? You want us to stop? Cause hey, say the word and playtime’s over, Sparkplug.”

For the first time since their little tickle fest started, Denki had nothing to say. Just a response of happy giggles and an even brighter blush that he yet again tried hiding in his arm.

“Well would you look at that! Seems like our friend here has some sense after all,” Katsuki smiled up at Eijirou, who rolled his eyes fondly. The redhead already knew Denki didn’t mind the tickles as much as he loved to claim he did, so he wasn’t surprised in the least to find him happily allowing them to continue the torment. 

Katsuki’s pokes never ceased, like they were still on the hunt. “So, about that off button…” He hummed curiously, his pokes traveling all around his belly, sides, and ribs like in a search. “Oh, I know. How about riiiiiight…here!” He stuck his finger in Denki’s bellybutton, scratching and poking at it gently but very obviously efficiently, as the blonde under him let out a loud squeal before his laughs fell silent. Just a bouncing chest and belly with occasional gasps for air to prove he was still laughing up a storm on the inside.

“Hehey, I think you found it! See, he’s gone all quiet now!” Eijirou boasted, looking down at Denki’s hysterical expression with a chuckle.

“Well ain’t that a relief,” Katsuki said, eyebrows shooting up when Denki’s cackles and shrieks returned in a wild new wave. “Guess we know how to shut him up now. Just a little tickle right in this off-button and we’ve got a nice night of peace and quiet,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, as Denki’s laughter had never been louder than now.

Finally, Katsuki’s assault ceased, giving Eijirou a nod to let his arms go. Denki brought them down over his belly protectively, rolling over on his side to curl into a ball of giggles when Katsuki got off and sat next to him.

“So, you still think I like you, numbnuts?” Katsuki asked, grinning proudly as his boyfriend rubbed Denki’s back.

“Ehehe…yeah, kinda,” Denki looked at Katsuki over his shoulder. “I mean, you did just have a tickle fight with me, man. Not really something non-friends do with each other.”

“Hey, not a tickle fight. I didn’t see you getting any jabs in there, did I?” Katsuki said with a poke to Denki’s side, the boy flinching with a yelp before scooting closer to Eijirou like he’d protect him from mean ‘ole Bakugou.

“Fine, a tickle attack then. Either way…” Denki tilted his head with a smug expression, a smile still very present on his face. “...you totally like me.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes before getting up and plopping himself back on the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll like nothing happened. “Whatever, idiot. Just know who you’re messing with.”

Denki giggled, looking up at Kirishima who shook his head with a fond smile. “Trust me, I am very well aware.”

There was a comfortable silence between the three of them before they all seemed to realize at the same time, it wasn’t actually silent in the room.

The movie was still on.

“Oh fucking hell you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME-“

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A/N : hope y'all enjoyed! im working on another fic rn but don't plan on that coming out super soon, y'all know how long it takes me to write sometimes and i've kinda been drowning in schoolwork lately. college is truly a different experience LMAO. anyways, much love y'all imma go do some homework and hopefully get some sleep tonight.

[infrequent-creator]

Ok hear me out. I just thought of the cutest demon slayer thought.

Tanjiro Kamado. The sweetest boy with the best heart 🥺💜 we know he’s prime lee material. He is just a delight for everyone around him, not excluding his laughter.

His laugh is one of the sweetest sounds you could ever hear. It’s loud but cheery, like New Years.

He’s an 8/10 on the ticklish scale. A couple of his top tickle spots are his feet, neck, and his tummy. I’m hesitant to say his legs are ticklish cause he’s got so much muscle there, but you can for sure get some adorable giggles out of there.

BUT HERES THE REASON I MADE THIS POST,,, PARDON MY RAMBLING ^^’’

Tanjiro has a supernatural sense of smell. So this makes my brain think:

“Oh, his nose is probably ticklish as hell..” w h a t

HAS NO ONE THOUGHT OF THIS. LIKE imagine if you will, tanjiro being sat on by his siblings or friends.

And whoever is sitting on him, is just lightly brushing the tip of his nose with a feather. And Tanjiro is just shaking his head and squirming while he laughs his little heart out.

Not in a “trying to make you sneeze way” but almost like. “You’ve got a little dirt on your face, and I’ll clean it off gently with this feather”

And no one can tell me this isn’t the cutest.

(( And yes, I do also think this applies to Zenitsu & his sensitive hearing. Baby boy has ticklish ears for dayyyyys!! ))

Imagine his s/o just lightly kissing his nose while he’s giggling sweetly. Like ….. a h someone please tickle him like this <3

[loutheswitch]

Like you said Lou just because you have prompts that you got to write doesn’t mean requests are closed, so how Bakugou being an ass to his mother and his mom tickles him

Awww this is literally the cutest thing ever 🥰🥰🥰 I thought this would be another good fic to work on (they gave me this prompt while my requests were open ;) )

Family Games

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

Some of what I say in this fic take place during the BNHA series. So if you didn’t finish the show, I suggest you do that

This is also a tickle fic. Some swearing but not too extreme

Summary: After Aizawa and All Might visit the Bakugou residence, what happens after they left, they’ll never know

Words: 639

“Have a good day!” Mitsuki says, with a gentle smile on her face, waving goodbye at the two teachers.

“Of course, and thank you for allowing young Bakugou to come into the dorms,” All Might says, smiling back at her, waving. As the door closes, Mitsuki’s gentle smile turns into an angry frown. As she turns to Bakugou, Masaru, his father, widened his eyes and had a panicked expression on his face, he knew what was coming, and didn’t want to be a part of it.

“I’ll just.. wait in the bedroom.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He then quickly went to the bedroom, not wanting to be a part of what was about to go down. Mitsuki turned to the couch, facing her son, now walking towards him.

“So, I’m a hag aren’t I?” She growls, tilting her head to the side. At that same moment, she cracked her knuckles, and began to raise her arms. The teen knew what was coming.

“Don’t take one more damn step towards me woman!!” Bakugou warned his mother, as he backed up to the corner of the couch. There was no escaping what was about to happen.

“I’ll show you what a hag can really do!” Mitsuki yells. She then pounces next to him, and darting her fingers into his exposed sides. Bakugou yelps and tries to hold in his giggles that were being produced by his mom’s hands.

“Dohon’t touhuch... mehehEHEHEEEE!” Bakugou finally broke, giving out the most cutest giggles a boy like him could make. Mitsuki continues squeezing his sides, as she knows it’s not a horrible spot for him, but it made the blonde have the most adorable giggles.

“I’m gohohonna kill yohohohou!” Bakugou managed to say, but little did he know saying that would make it a lot worst for him.

“Ah I see, so we’re making death threats now? I see how it is” Mitsuki teased. She stopped squeezing his sides, but using her thumbs to massage his upper ribs, and he completely lost it.

“AHAHAHAHAAA KNOCK IT OHOHOHOOHFFFF” Bakugou laughed, arching his back. His upper ribs were a pretty bad spot for him, so it was logical that he reacted in such a way. He bucked his hips, trying to get away from his mother, who was being ruthless with him, giving the top ribs of his ribcage a good massage. As she moved her fingers faster, the response of the young boy became more and more loud.

“GET THE FUCK OHOHOHFF MEHEHEHEEEE” Bakugou literally screamed, thinking this was the only way to Dave himself from the ruthless tickling. Dead wrong. Mitsuki widened her eyes, raised an eyebrow, and gave off the most devil like face. That was the last straw.

“So, swearing at me huh? Well that won’t do at all..” Mitsuki teased once again, about to give Bakugou hell. She grabbed his left arm, raising it above his head, and began to scribble all five fingers into the boy’s armpit, his death spot. Bakugou gave out the most loudest yells and squeals, bucking his hips, wiggling his entire body, just to escape the hell that he was in. As his laughs turned into wheazes, she knew she had done enough. Mitsuki’s devilish face, smoothed into a soft mother like smile, and softened up on the tickles, slowly stopping, giving Bakugou time to breathe. Standing up, she walked to the bedroom where Masaru was waiting, sitting on the bed. He had heard everything. He stood up, and walked to the closet.

“So, you got him so bad he’s sleeping in the couch taking a nap huh?” He said, holding in some giggles himself, pulling out extra blankets.

“Yea, but he deserved it though,” she smiled, sitting on the bed. “Hopefully he knows now not to disrespect his mother.”

Woohoo! All done! Sorry I posted a day late! Hopefully it was worth it