#ler!kaede

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My appologies to the anon that requested this!! 🥺🙏

As promised I made it!

I am so sorry again and i hope u’ll like it!

So thank you 4 the request again and i hope u’r safe healthy and hydrated!❤️❤️

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Boop boop boop the belly!

Kokichi invited some friends!

Gentle pokes? Oh he's dead! They've killed him!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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sorry, i crave for lee!kokichi. maybe ler!kaede?

OOH OUMAEDE

I REALLY LIKE THIS

Pairing: Oumaede (Kaede x Kokichi)

Lee: Kokichi

Ler: Kaede

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"Give it back!"

"You'll have to come and get it, Kayayday!"

Kaede was currently sprinting after Kokichi down the hallways of the school, for he had a sheet book that she needed, and he refused to give it back unless she caught him.

Up the stairs, round the corners, through the classrooms she chased him, until she finally cornered him in a classroom.

"You're trapped...now you have to give it back..." Kaede said, slightly out of breath from the running she did.

Kokichi just hid the book behind his back as a response.

"You'll have to pry it from me if you really want it!" He stuck out his tounge at her.

She looked at him. He was shrunken back into a corner, his hands behind his back for hiding the book. He wore a smug grin on his face, as if daring her to come and take it. He looked a bit open like that...

And then she knew.

"Kokichi..." She moved closer, it being her turn to grin. "Give it, or else."

"Or else what, Miss Pianist?"

She waited until she was right over him, and he was looking directly up at her.

"Are you ticklish by any chance?"

This caught him off guard, and his cheeky grin faltered, and became a nervous smile.

"N-no, I'm not ticklish, actually! How could an ultimate supreme leader be ticklish?" He lied. Normally he was very good at lying, but Kaede could see through this one.

"I think you're lying."

"No! No, I'm not lying!" He panicked, knowing his efforts probably weren't gonna work on her.

She smirked evilly at him.

"...Okay. If you're not ticklish, you wouldn't mind if I do this?" She said teasingly, trailing two fingers up and down his sides.

He sharply inhaled, trying his best not to break. There's no way he would let Kaede win this.

"I t-told you I'm n-not t-ticklish."

"I dunno...you seem pretty ticklish to me." She said, quickening the pace and drawing another sharp inhale from Kokichi.

"HGN! N-noho, Ihit's nohot gohonaha wohork-" He stuttered, accidentally letting a few laughs loose.

"Awww, look at that, you're already laughing! You must be suuuuper ticklish!" She teased.

"Ahaham nohohot!"

"Are too~"

And then she really attacked, digging all 10 of her skilled fingers into his ribs.

When I tell you that Kokichi fucking exploded at that moment.

"AAAAAH! NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"I knew it!"

Despite twisting and thrashing to escape her hands, he still kept his holding the book away from her.

"NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHIHIHIR!"

"Come on...Just move your hands away..."

"NOHOHOHOHO!"

"You're loss."

He twisted and turned, and more than once tried curling up into a ball. It was quite cute to Kaede, considering he always acted all high and mighty. And here he is, losing his mind over some tickling.

"You know, I could stop right now. Right at this moment, If you handed it over."

"NGH!"

"Unless, you don't want me to stop?" Kaede said, taking note on how not once he said stop.

"NNNGH! NOHOHOT TRUHUHUE!"

"If you really want me to stop, then hand it over." She knew what she was doing, and made sure she got something out of it.

"GRRRRRR! FIHIHIHIHINE! FIHIHINE!" Kokichi finally gave in. Truth be told, he didn't honestly hate it all that much. But he'd rather die than let Kaede know that.

He dejectedly gave her the book she was so determined to get.

"I win." Kaede smiled, finally getting her sheet music back.

"You...you know I'm gonna get revenge on you..." He panted, still recovering from the attack.

"Ah-ah! You're muuuuch more ticklish then I am, it wouldn't be hard to reverse." She added before exiting the room, leaving Kokichi alone to plan.

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hey! If you’re okay with it, maybe ler kaede with lee maki or kokichi? or with whoever you want lol ^^

"Maki?"

"What."

"Are you awake?"

"No."

"I can't sleep. I'm not tired."

The former assassin let out a long sigh. She hated useless chatter, especially when she was trying to sleep. She didn't understand why Kaede had asked to share a bed that night. In fact, she didn't understand why anyone would want to sleep with anyone. It was difficult enough for her to get any shut eye on her own, left alone with someone else breathing in her face all night.

"Can we cuddle?" Kaede suddenly asked.

"Why."

"Why not? It's comfy!"

Ridiculous. Maki wasn't used to physical touch that didn't involve pain, so the concept of cuddling seemed... awkward, to say the least. But that was Kaede's way. She showed affection through touch, and Maki didn't have the heart to reject it. She figured it was part of the process of growing closer to someone. And she wanted to be closer to Kaede, more than anything. Still... baby steps.

"Fine. But I'm not cuddling back."

"Meanie!" She could practically hear her pouting.

"Go sleep in your own bed then."

"Don't wanna."

"Then be quiet. I'm trying to - nghhh!"

The strange sound that came out of Maki occured when she sensed ten fingers snake around her waist. She felt herself getting pulled into a warm embrace, along with a pair of soft lips on her shoulder. Kaede's breath tickled her neck and made her scrunch up her shoulders.

"H, hey!!"

"Your skin is so soft... how is it so soft?"

The blonde began to absentmindedly run her manicured nails across her stomach and waist, causing Maki to squirm in place. She grunted at the gentle touch, unfamiliar with the electric sensations zapping through her nerves. Those nails. They were killing her.

"Mmph, stop!!"

"Heh, are you ticklish? I never would've guessed that about you."

Suddenly the caresses became more purposeful, the long strokes down her side more deliberate. It was impossible to see what Kaede was doing in the dark, under the three layers of blankets they were under, but whatever technique she was using was driving Maki wild. She felt hands explore her ribs, her hips, even wiggling under her arms when she tried to roll away. Her energy was spent on trying to escape from the blonde's grip as well as stifling the giggles bubbling in her throat, both of which she failed at accomplishing.

"Aaaah - HEY! D... Dohohon't...! Mmm, mhmhmhm! Knock it ahahaff!!"

"Tickle tickle tiiiickle! Maki's super ticklish!"

The teasing was what did her in. The brunette's laughter exploded as she melted into Kaede's touch. Her laugh was a bit awkward and offbeat, as if it was a rusty weapon she hadn't used in years. It damn well might have been years. And admittedly... it felt good. As embarrassing as it was.

The wiggling hands left her body after a minute or two, so she was finally able to catch her breath. She heard Kaede giggling softly next to her.

"You have a cute laugh. I wish I could hear it more."

Maki was grateful for the darkness. That meant Kaede couldn't see her blush.

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Prompt 49 with ler! Kaede and lee! Korekiyo

BET ler kaede has my soul and I love kiyo with my entire soul,, thanks again for the request! 💕 also, I hope you don’t mind is being platonic! ^^;

also dt to @catboyjaeger you absolute turnip I love you

Korekiyo let out a quiet, indifferent sigh through his mask as he stood up from the dining hall chair, the faint sound of the air conditioning unit simultaneously irrigated and kept him sane. It seemed to be nighttime, and honestly, the day had been pretty stressful for the anthropologist; his classmates had been yelling and arguing about pointless subjects for the entirety of breakfast, and again at lunch. Everything was just loud, too loud.

Still, like usual, he didn’t show he was bothered. Instead, he kept his eyes as emotionless as possible as he made his way to the library. If he couldn’t relax during his meal; he hoped that at least a good book would be able to calm his nerves enough for the lanky boy to fall asleep. However, when he finally arrived in the usually vacant library, Shinguji, for a split second, deflated when he felt the presence of another body.

“Oh! Hey, Kiyo!” The pianist practically skipped over to him in a manner he found way too cheerful for the evening.”

“Hello, Kaede.” He failed to focus his eyesight on her, opting to rather skim through the titles of the book.

“So, what are you doing here? It’s pretty late,” the blonde girl hummed inquisitively, standing a little closer to the tall male to keep him company.

“Im sure you are aware that I could be asking you the same thing, Miss Akamatsu. Nevertheless, I will answer your question.” The raven haired student gave his signature snicker, still staring at the shelves of leather books in front of him. “I am not too fond of people arguing, as it appears to stress me out. So, I have decided to try reading to calm myself down. I would usually prefer to be alone during times like these, but I’m sure that you have your reasons to be here as well, so it’s alright.”

A tiny frown made its way to Kaede’s face, and her expression instantly softened at his explanation. The way Korekiyo spoke so casually about it seemed to make her feel even more sympathetic towards the taller boy, and she didn’t need to think twice before wrapping her arms around Shinguji’s waist in what was intended to be a comforting embrace. Instead, the anthropologist tended up, nearly elbowing Kaede in the head out of surprise.

“Wha- Miss Akamatsu, what are you doing? This sensation...it feels quite strange,” he pondered aloud. In confusion, Kaede looked down, grinning when she found her hands on the back of his ribs from the hug. Experimentally, she sprawled out her fingers a bit against his sides, giving them a gentle squeeze, and the pianist’s smile widened when she heard the alarmed squeal leave his lips.

“I think I know why it feels weird, Kiyo.” Her eyes contained a mysterious gleam as she slowly and meticulously tapped trained fingers against the lanky male’s waist, feeling smug as Korekiyo began to slightly squirm in her hold. “It doesn’t feel weird; it feels ticklish, doesn’t it? You’re saying this tickles?”

Everytime the dreaded t-word left her lips, Kiyo grew flustered, and the pianist, easily catching onto her victim’s change in demeanor, put even more emphasis on the word. “Well, was I right? Does this tickle? It’s okay, it’s alright to feel ticklish! In fact, I find it adorable when people like you are ticklish,” she teased, but was interrupted when one of her hands squeezed just above Korekiyo’s hipbone, eliciting yet another flustered squeal from the boy.

“Ah, Akamatsu!” Korekiyo’s knees started to get weak from both the antagonizing teasing and the ticklish feeling on his sides. Having had a pretty secluded childhood and being a strong introvert the rest of his life, he wasn’t used to physical contact, much less being tickled. That little fact probably made the whole thing even worse for him; he didn’t know how to react, or where to put his hands, or why he was enjoying it. After all, he had studied humans for years, and he was pretty sure they were supposed to disliked being tickled.

Then again, he had usually been a part of the minority in most cases, so he really shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Kiyo? Does it tickle too much for you?” Kaede scribbled her fingers even faster, gently raking one hand up and down one side of his rib cage. “Aww, even with your mask I can tell that you’re blushing. It’s so cute! Are you embarrassed for liking this?”

“I don’t! I don’t like it!” Her casual tone and the way she picked up on his true feelings so easily had the anthropologist shrinking even further into himself. He had always been a calm, collected and reserved personality, so laughing and giggling like this definitely felt strange, even for him. Still, it was nice to finally laugh like this. It felt like he was regaining a missing part of his childhood.

After a few more minutes of constant, breathy laughter, the pianist finally backed off, and Korekiyo was able to catch his breath. He leaned against the side of the heavy bookshelf as he regained his energy, and gave a genuine, albeit hidden, smile towards Kaede.

“Thank you, Kaede. I do believe I’ll be able to sleep soundly tonight, after all.”

Kaede beamed back politely, her expression bright enough to to light up the dim room.

“Anytime, Kiyo.”

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2. “Are you – oh my god, you are.” And 27. “Does this tickle?” With more lee Amami! I think for all the tickling and wrecking he does, he deserves it back!!

YES!!! Lee Amami all the way! This is what he deserves for tickling everyone all the time! I’m gonna do Amamatsu for this one if that’s okay! Since I haven’t done a fic for that ship yet! Anyways without further ado, here is the fic you asked for, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! WoW sUcH a CrEaTiVe TiTlE- haven’t even seen the movie I mentioned, just figured it sounded like something they’d watch tbh XD

The Pianist Strikes at Midnight

Kaede and Rantaro were snuggling together on the couch, watching a movie called ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. Kaede was wrapped in Rantaro’s arms from behind and was mindlessly tracing her fingers over his hands. Her finger traced along the side of his hand and traced into his palm, causing a slight giggle to slip from the survivor’s mouth. Kaede’s fingers froze. She then picked up again tracing around his palm like nothing had happened. He accidentally let another giggle slip. This time the pianist turned around to face Rantaro, with a small smile gracing her lips as excitement filled her eyes. “Are you - oh my god you are,” she said while starting to wiggle her fingers up his ribs. Rantaro yelped, “Ah- wait Kaede!” He then broke into giggles as she got to his neck, tracing up from his collarbones to the shells of his ears. Kaede grinned and teased, “Oh? Does this tickle?~” The avocado giggled, desperately in response, “Yehehes! Nohohohow stahahap!” Kaede pretended to think for a moment, “Hmmmm~ nope! I’m not stopping anytime soon~ tickle tickle tickle~” She continued to spider all over his neck and on the shells of his ears, having found that those were some pretty sensitive spots. The survivor knew that the pianist wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so he would have to endure the tickling until she decides to have mercy on him. No matter how long it takes.

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Did I stay up late when I have work in the morning to draw more Shuichi getting absolutely destroyed?? Absolutely I did!

My friend suggested I draw Kaede playing his feet like a piano and I loooove that idea!! Sooo here we go!

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Protag tickle fight! Except not really because everyone is just wrecking Shuichi!

The protags had a slumber party!! Kaede let it slip that Shuichi is ticklish and the group just POUNCED! Poor Shuichi!

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Thanks for the suggestion!!