Ahhhh TodoBaku beloved! The idea for this one came so naturally and I had so much fun writing it - honestly might make it into its own full fic someday. We'll see, but for now, please enjoy! ^^
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Arms wrapped around Todoroki’s waist, and he melted into them.
“Hey, Shoto,” Bakugou murmured. “Let’s play a game.”
“Hmm?” The other boy blinked in surprise, twisting his head to look at his partner. He’d been watching the storm from the window, but now his attention had been fully diverted. “Really?”
“Yeah. How about, every time there’s lightning, I kiss you?”
Todoroki barely had a chance to process that before a flash came from outside, followed by Bakugou’s lips on his jaw. He melted even further, beginning to smile, liking where this was going. “Yeah?”
“And every time there’s thunder…” The blonde lowered his voice to a playful growl, making Todoroki’s insides flip in the split second before a roll of thunder became audible, and then fingers were curling in his sides and he was letting out a startled shriek. “I tickle you!”
“Ah! Ehehehehehehehehe!” Todoroki wriggled in place, but Bakugou’s hold around his waist meant he wasn’t going anywhere. “Kahahahahahatsuki!”
Another flash of lightning, and Bakugou paused to press a kiss to his neck, throwing in a little bite just to keep him guessing. “You like that idea?”
“I…” Before he could reply, another rumble of thunder, and now the blonde was tickling his hips. “Ahahahahahahaha! Thihihihihihis is sihihihihihihilly!”
This time when lightning flashed, Bakugou whipped him around to shove him against the wall beside the window, caging him in and kissing his lips with fervor. His hands wandered to his ribs, waiting teasingly for the next rumble, then digging in when it came.
Todoroki tipped his head back and squealed with giggles. He had no idea what had inspired his partner to be so playful, but he was soaking it in, alternating between humming with contentment and bursting into laughter and having equal amounts of fun with both.
“You know,” Bakugou murmured after a while, taking his wrists in one hand and pinning them above his head, “I could always tickle a spot that’s worse and worse every time there’s thunder. Just to up the ante.”
Todoroki gasped in delighted horror. “W-Wait, that’s – gahk, ahahahahahahahaha! But it’s bahahahahahad everywhehehehehehere!”
Bakugou continued scribbling into his armpit as he smirked. “I know. That’s the fun part. For me, anyway.”
By the time the storm had passed, Todoroki had been thoroughly tickled half to death and kissed to within an inch of his life as well. But he refused to let Bakugou stop even after the sun came back out. It was far too much fun for him, too.
[notes: can u guys tell waterboy is my absolute favourite character in dispatch? he's like a rlly wet puppy i wanna squeeze his cheeks and kiss him silly]
It’s safe to say that during Waterboy’s career as a hero for the SDN, he has never been put in an interrogation-like situation by villains before.
However, this cannot be said the same for interrogations from heroes.
“Speak now, wetwipe-boy, where did you put my leftovers!?” Flambae demanded. His voice was laced with annoyance and anger, as if he didn’t have Waterboy pinned down under him and tickling him until he was (literally) a puddle of giggles on the breakroom’s floors.
“Yeah, waterbitch! Tell us where you left my boy’s leftovers!” Prism joined in, her fingers squeezing around Waterboy’s sides. He curled up in response, endless giggles pouring out of his mouth as he tried to wriggle away from his offenders.
“Wa-waAhAHha! I doOHohhon’t knowhow!” Waterboy cried. He felt Prism's penicured nails slowly climb up to his ribs, and brought his arms down to clench around his torso, a poor attempt to guard himself against the duo.
The two ex-villains continued their interrogation on Waterboy on the floor of the breakroom. Flambae was currently sitting on top of him, preventing the poor water-hero from wriggling away. His hands roamed around his stomach, giving him belly scratches as if he were a small, playful puppy. “NohOHOHo- Noho-oHOht theeEHHEher!”
“What, got nothing to say for your actions? You too ashamed of your actions to admit you threw away my leftovers? Again?” Waterboy could only laugh desperately in response; a few snorts escaped his lips as Flambae’s hands clawed at a particularly ticklish part of his stomach. Waterboy tried to grab Flambae or Prism’s ticklish hands, but it only resulted in him flailing his arms around rather stupidly and adorably.
“I- ihihi swehehEHEear! I dihihidn’t throhoHohohow it awaAHahahay!” he pleaded for mercy.
“Lies again? You water bitch, you should know better than to lie to ME!”, Flambae threatened. He then grabbed both of Waterboy’s hands in one of his own, rather easily, and held them up in the air. Leaving all of his torso free for torment tickles. Prism seized the moment and paused to pull out her phone to film their victim.
Waterboy’s eyes widened with panic, muttering and spilling broken syllables out in desperation for mercy. “Wa-wahahit, plu-please! Let-let’s tah-talk about this?” Flambae and Prism exchanged glances, and a devilish-like smirk appeared on both of their faces. Waterboy felt his heart drop. Oh no…
The two ex-villains eyed him down like deadly predators locking onto their prey. “Listen here, Waterbitch-babe, let’s make a deal.” Prism started, her phone pointed directly at him. “If you can make it through 3 minutes of tickling WITHOUT letting out a single laugh, we’ll let you go like this never happened.”
As if Waterboy couldn’t get any redder, the blush on his face grew as he felt the pressure of the situation. If he could get by 3 minutes of tickling without laughing, they would leave him alone.
He nodded lightly, figuring that he probably wouldn’t be able to get any coherent words out for them to understand clearly. The smirk on Prism and Flambae’s faces only grew wider. They remained silent for a few moments, building anticipation for their victim before suddenly going downtown on his defenceless torso.
Unfortunately for Waterboy, this was going to be the worst 3 minutes of his entire SDN career.
Flambae’s right hand restrained Waterboy’s arms mid-air without room for struggle, while his other hand clawed and spidered across Waterboy’s stomach. “Coochie coochie coo, waterbitch. Is the tickling too much for you to handle? It’s okay, baby boy, just laugh it all out, and this will all be over~” Flambae’s baby talk and teasing made the tickling much worse for Waterboy. He opted to just close his eyes, in hopes it would block out the ticklish sensations.
Prism, on the other hand, used both hands to mercilessly tickle him with killer accuracy. Her skillful hands switched between scratching and squeezing at his hip bones. But he stayed firm, puffing his cheeks out and biting the inside of his lips to stop himself from laughing.
Waterboy felt like he was going to die!
Her hands jumped from squeezing his hip bones to counting each rib one by one. And laughter and snorts flooded from Waterboy. His reaction earned devilish smiles from Flambe and Prism. “NOHOHoHoho! *snort* PLEHeheHEsae- WHahahahAHhai- *snort* whHAHAhait!” He was laughing and snorting so hard he was sure the entire dispatcher branch of the SDN could hear him!
Suddenly, the doors of the breakroom opened. “Hey, Flambae. Sorry, but I think I accidentally mistook your leftover for mine?” Blonde Blazer walked in, looking suspiciously at her, or Flambae’s, leftovers.
She looked up to the scene in front of her: two vicious villains from the Z-team ganging up on the janitor-turned-rookie-hero. Her eyes glowed a bright golden, ready to step in and intervene. But the giddy laughter from Waterboy immediately calmed her down
A soft smile grew on her face as she left the scene. She was really glad she wasn’t in Waterboy’s shoes.
A/N: I only did 2 fics for Tickletober cuz I’m placing my studies first. Everything is queued for the respective day. I hope you enjoy my 2 short fics!
“Dazai san! I have a magic trick to show you!!” Atsushi exclaimed, gathering all of the Agency members into the main office. “Come and stand in front of me!”
“Come on, Dazai san!” Kenji urged, jumping up and down.
“Yeah! It’s a good one!” Junichiro added, sending Kyouka a wink as she stifled a laugh.
Curious, Dazai obeyed and stood by Atsushi, allowing the younger to position him how he wanted to. He then saw a broom in Atsushi’s hand, even more curious as to what exactly the magic trick entailed.
Kunikida was mildly interested only because Atsushi said he was going to torment Dazai for a bit. If Atsushi was going to torment Dazai, there was no way Kunikida could not watch. He sort of enjoyed watching Dazai get humbled by Atsushi whenever the kid decided that he had enough shenanigans for one day.
Junichiro, Kenji, Ranpo, Kyouka and Naomi all had their phones out and laughed softly amongst each other while Yosano just stood by her office, possibly hoping Dazai being the idiot he was somehow injures himself in the process of the magic trick.
“What do you want me to do, Atsushi kun?” Dazai asked, letting Atsushi raise his arms slightly.
“Put your arms out to the side. I’m going to slide this broom into your sleeves!” Atsushi said, swiftly sliding the broom into the sleeves of Dazai’s coat. “Wait…shoot! It’s stuck! Someone help!”
Seeing that the broom was stuck, Kyouka and Kenji rushed over to assist. Kenji pushed the broom stick up and Kyouka assisted Atsushi by pulling on the end that finally poked out from Dazai’s left side.
When the broom poked out of the opposite end, Atsushi had to silently laugh and turned away from Dazai to face Kenji and Kyouka, the two also laughing silently. Dazai had no idea what was about to hit him.
“All set.” Kyouka said, winking at Atsushi who winked right back.
“Okay, the broom is in my sleeves. Now what?” Dazai asked. “Do I flap like a bird?”
“No! You’re gonna break the broom, you idiot!” Kunikida scolded, giving Dazai a glare as the man smirked. “Listen to Atsushi.”
“A-And now you gotta say the magic words.” Atsushi stammered, trying to hide his laugh.
“What are the words?” Dazai wondered. “It must be silly if you’re trying not to giggle. Hey! Tanizaki kun! Kyouka chan! Don’t record this!”
Kyouka and Junichiro laughed and ignored Dazai. If he filmed them getting pranked or bothered, why should they stop?
Atsushi giggled and shook his head. “Th-the words are broom, broom abracadabra. Say that and watch as magic appears before your eyes, Dazai san!”
Chuckling as he watched Atsushi act extravagant by doing some jazz hands, Dazai shook his head and ultimately decided to indulge in this silliness. It was rare for the weretiger to engage in such silly antics. Might as well take the opportunity to be silly with him, right?
“Broom, broom abracadabra.” Dazai said, knowing no actual magic would happen.
Upon hearing the words, Atsushi shoved his hands under Dazai’s now exposed armpits, gently scribbling his fingers lightly against the clothed skin, laughing just as hard and loud as Dazai who instantly screeched and collapsed onto the floor. With the brunette down, the office erupted into fits of hard laughter much to Atsushi’s happiness. He made their dull, boring office day lively and exciting!
“Way to go, Atsushi kun!” Yosano exclaimed, giving him a thumbs up.
“You caught Dazai off guard again!” Ranpo added, laughing as Dazai hiccuped. “I thought you couldn’t pull another feat like that but I guess I was wrong! Haha!”
“Way to go, kid!” Kunikida praised, more than amused at the sight. “Don’t let up until he agrees to do all of his work for the day. He’s been slacking off too much as of lately.”
“Yes sir!” Atsushi said, giving the blonde a salute before continuing to tickle his mentor. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!~”
“A-Ahahaha!! Atsu-Atsushi ku-UUHUHUHUHUN!!!” Dazai cried, laughing as Atsushi continued tickling him. “ATSUSHI KUN AHAHHAHAA!! NO!! THIHIS ISN’T A MAHAHAGIC TRICK!!”
“You’re right.” Atsushi laughed, sitting behind Dazai and tickling his armpits relentlessly. “This was a prank I saw on social media. Ahhahaa!! You fell for it too!”
“BUHUHULLYING!! YOHOHOU’RE BUHUHULLYING MEHEHEHEE!” Dazai wailed, laughing as Atsushi dug in a little harder.
“Maybe, but you’re the one who “bullies” me, Dazai san.” Atsushi argued, now really tickling Dazai. “I’m getting my revenge for all the times you tickled me…and this is also for Kunikida san who wants you to finish all your work without asking me to do it.”
Dazai whined and continued to laugh, now leaning on Atsushi’s legs. His feet began to kick out and the others all laughed at his expense, neither joining in nor helping him. Atsushi then started to jump around between tickling around Dazai’s ribs before shoving his hands back into the man’s armpits, Dazai a whole mess of wheezes, snorts and loud, hysterical belly laughter.
“Well, it certainly looks like Dazai will be doing all of his papers soon.” Yosano whispered, giggling as Dazai admitted defeat, using his foot to stomp the floor three times.
“Yep. And he better do a damn good job too.” Ranpo added, sucking on his lollipop. “The president says he’s behind by nearly half a year’s worth of reports not including the ones he forced Atsushi kun to do.”
“I…aaahaha! I’ll g-get to wohohork!” Dazai wheezed, sighing with relief as Atsushi removed the broom stick from his sleeves.
“Oh? And when are you going to start?” Kunikida asked.
“L-later toni-AAAHA!! NONONO!” Dazai cried, Atsushi’s fingers gently scribbling along his ribs. “NOW! IHIHI’LL DO THEHEHE PAPERWORK NOHOHOW!!!”
“Good! And don’t ask me for help.” Atsushi added, giggling and running away before Dazai could get his revenge.
Just then, Fukuzawa walked into the room, looking at Dazai who curled up on the floor. He looked at Kyouka who handed him her phone and watched the video of their antics from earlier. Looking up, Atsushi was at his desk, being a good employee while Dazai remained on the floor.
“I can finally die now!” the brunette cried with glee.
A simultaneous groan escaped from everyone in the office and Fukuzawa handed Kyouka her phone back, silently walking out like he didn’t just witness chaos in his own workplace along with hearing Dazai’s suicidal antics.
A/N: A continuation (see above) featuring Bakugo’s revenge on Kaminari (for the switch / ler kami stuff you’ll have to check out part 1! he’s all lee all the time here baby) also under a cut bc she got long lol OOPS 1k words 🤷♀️ [continued]
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“Oi! Idiot!” Bakugo’s voice comes from behind the door, accompanying a quick but hard knock. “Open up.”
Kaminari walks over and opens the door to his dorm hesitantly, just a crack. It had only been a few hours since he and the others had put their friend through the very-embarrassing wringer. “What’s uuuuuup, buddy?” He smiles anxiously.
Bakugo stares at him. “Can I come in?”
Denki stutters, “uh- sure- what, uh, what do you need?”
Bakugo stares at him again, deadpan. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Kaminari shakes his head.
Bakugo huffs out a laugh. “Okay. You’re either really an idiot or just naive. Wanna do this in the privacy of your room? Or do I have to drag your ass out into the hallway?”
“D-Do what?” Kaminari flinches.
“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Bakugo asks as he shoves the door the rest of the way open and reaches out to grab at Denki’s waist.
“YeeEEK!” He jumps back from his spot. “Wait- wait- you’re not gonna-?”
Bakugo scoff-laughs. “What? Did you think you were just going to get away with that?”
“Kihihihinda!” Kaminari is giggling already, scrambling out of his reach and backing up to his bed, then crawling backwards across the surface of his mattress. “Nohoho please- Bakugo- don’t! I cahahan’t! I- hehe- I’ll zahahahahap you!”
“Yeah?” Bakugo glares. “Try that and I’ll kill you for real.”
“Nohohohohot a threat!” Kaminari squeaks, putting as much space as possible between himself and Katsuki. “I can’t hehehehehelp it!”
“Oh really?” Katuski smirks, picking up his charm. “Can’t help but explode with giggles, huh, dunce face?”
Kaminari shakes his head, snickering wildly. He flails his hands about uselessly as Bakugo stalks closer.
“And then what happens after, hmm? Fry your stupid little brain and you just get even gigglier I bet.”
“Stahahahahop!” Kaminari wails, already laughing.
Bakugo puts a knee on the bed. “I’m not even tickling you yet, idiot, and you’re laughing already? You’re fucking doomed.”
Kaminari shrieks at that and tries to lunge off the other side of the mattress. Only, Bakugo grabs his calves easily and then wraps his legs up in the crook of one arm. He is halfway off the bed, giggling madly and flailing his arms about. “NonononoNO WAIT!” He cries. “Lemmego!”
Bakugo laughs wickedly, tugging his friend a bit more so that his back is on the edge of the mattress, stretching his torso across the corner of the bed and leaving him open. Denki’s shirt has bunched up in the tussle, and he keeps trying to desperately tug it down (up?) while pleading with Bakugo. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohon’t!” He cries, giggling. His cheeks are rosy with embarrassed anticipation.
“Not a fucking chance. Got your ass right where I want you.”
He starts to scribble over Denki’s scrunched soles, making the other student gasp and start laughing even louder. Grumbling about his damn toes getting in the way, Bakugo moves to spider over the tops of his feet, earning him a squeal. He tugs again, this time readjusting and targeting his electric friend’s knees. There’s no sign of frying yet.
Kaminari shrieks with laughter. “Plehehe- HEHEHEASE! Not there! Not there! Nohohoho Bakugohohohohohho STAHAHAHAHOP! I cahahahan’t!” He pleads as fingers pinch up along his thighs. He’s quaking, his arms flailing about. He tries to sit up and throw his arms in a way of defense, but Bakugo just pushes him back down easily each time with a little chuckle of his own.
“Don’t know why you crossed me if you’re this ticklish, moron.” Katsuki continues. He readjusts Kaminari’s legs down, sitting over his shins and keeping him pinned halfway off the bed. He peaks down at his friend, red in the face and grinning wildly, wide-eyed. Bakugo smirks. He brings both hands down slowly, wiggling in menacing claws descending upon Denki’s partially exposed and fully stretched tummy.
“Don’t don’t don’t DOHOHON’T!” Denki cries, scrambling to get a grip anywhere or pull himself upright. His attempt fizzles to nothing but quaking laughter as Bakugo’s hands shoot down to scribble and spider against the skin of his stomach. They crawl up further under his shirt, pinch his sides, walk up to his ribs. Kaminari is lost to laughter, pleasing incoherently, when suddenly, the hair on Bakugo’s neck stands on end before…
ZZZZZAP!!!
Bakugo realizes he’s been knocked backwards onto the bed, but still conscious. His arms are a little tingly, he rubs his neck. “Idiot! You coulda killed me!” He grumbles, getting back up. Kaminari has slunked down, his back against the floor and his feet in the air. His eyes are big and empty, his grin wobbly as he gives Bakugo a thumbs up and laughs sweetly.
“I wasn’t done with you yet, but this should make things a little easier.” He notes before reaching for Kaminari’s ankles and hauling him back halfway up on the bed. What could he say? It was a great position to tickle someone in.
“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! WahahahahHAHAHA-” Denki squeaks and giggles and Bakugo tickles his midsection anew, this time watching for any signs of sparks. He scratches over and over at the line under Denki’s bellybutton, just over and around the ticklish, exposed spots on his lower stomach. Every spot from hip to hip sends him careening into laughter.
Bakugo takes another peak down and sees tears of laughter in Denki’s empty-minded eyes. He pauses his tickling for a moment and watches as Kaminari attempts uselessly to catch his breath.
“Alllllllll right, I think you’ve had enough for now.” Bakugo slides off of his legs.
“Haaaa- ahh.” Kaminari’s eyes roll back as his head drops against the ground. He gives a serendipitous thumbs up with a goofy, out-of-it laugh as he slinks down slowly so his full upper body is on the floor again; finally it stays there.
“So that was one… there were 5 of you guys before, right?” Bakugo mentions, pushing his friend’s legs down next to him on the ground “So that means, four more times to go. I’ll be seein’ ya, Pikachu.”
“Ahhh?” Kaminari makes a confused sound as Bakugo stands and exits the room, leaving his electrified friend to recover his spirits in a half-ball on the floor, alone.
Katsuki has a busy schedule ahead of him, after all.
okay soo!! after seeing what people voted for, i will (with a heavy heart..) be deleting my current requests. however, @intheheartofarainbow gave me the idea to let people know what the requests were so you have to option to request it! so ill link a pdf that you guys can view.
and so now, the moment you ALL have been waiting for!!!! requests are now OPEN for twisted wonderland!
despite that, i will limit it to ten requests just to pace myself and try to get them done reasonably. please provide an idea if possible!! it isnt required, but it definitely makes things easier for me.
hcs requests are unlimited until i say otherwise.
ANYWAYSS, im excited to see your guys prompts:3 heres the link for the deleted requests!
A/N: You look at me in the eyes and tell me that V doesn't deserve to get Absolutely Demolished with that outfit he's wearing like . the sleeveless/underarm window is actually Insane I need him Destroyedsksdjfhskjdn 💥💥💥💥💥
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“Lookin’ a little bothered there, V.”
“I’m well aware.” He groveled, pinching at the bridge of his nose. The pink dusted over his face from earlier that morning had yet to subside, staying as vibrant enough for even his companion to take notice from where they’ve been circling the air. V pushed onwards nonetheless, steeling himself through the goosebumps along his skin with the sturdy jabs of his cane against the pavement.
“It is but a minor concern, at the present moment.”
“Oh yeah, yeah–sure.”
V saw no reason to be wary of Griffon’s passive tone. That is, until an ebony blur whipped past his sight–and the familiar came barreling in fast, knocking him backwards with a startled grunt.
“There was no need to–a-ah–!”
A sudden yelp came to halt his scoldings as he felt the vulturous demon’s wings slip over his sides.
“Wait no–not here–not now!”
“Too late, buster!” The air came alive with the triumphant ring of Griffon’s guffaws. He flittered and swept along every patch of skin left unprotected by the worn leather of the man’s outfit, with V’s frantic squeaks joining in the dance soon after. “Next time, ya better leave these moods at home, or you’ll be due for even more of a wreckin’! Heheh!”
He would be one to protest–had it not been for the feathers wiggling under his arms and breaching into his pits, the tight squeeze of his eyes as his head fell back in a rhapsodic shriek betraying his intentions.
6. “Height doesn’t equal strength.” For lee Nick and ler Charlie! 💖 Loving all your content!!
Tickle Fic Prompts
a/n: this turned out so much longer than I expected it to but eh whatever, somebody teach me how to get to the point aahh!!
(pre!nick/charlie)
"Okay, come at me again, and this time, see if you can actually get the ball off me."
Charlie nodded, breathless from running across the pitch for the last hour.
Nick clamped the rugby ball tightly in his hand, getting himself into a sturdy stance as he watched the newest member of the Truham Rugby team charge at him.
Their bodies collided. Nick staggered backwards a few steps but managed to catch himself. Charlie was clearly becoming more confident with his tackles.
They grappled at each other, tugging at shirts and groaning with strain; Charlie more than Nick. "Come on, you're nowhere near the ball," he tried to encourage the younger boy.
"I'm aware, no need to rub it in," Charlie grunted from somewhere around Nick's waist.
Nick chuckled and lifted the ball high above his head. His other hand secured a tight grip around Charlie's shoulder and without much effort, pushed him away, holding him at arms length.
Charlie struggled for a moment. Once he saw where the ball was now, he took a step back, grumbling to himself. "You're not making this very easy, you know?"
"I could but then how would you learn?" Nick teased as he lowered the ball again, remembering the time Charlie tried to do his math homework for him.
Charlie sighed, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve. "Have you seen yourself? I'm not really built to take down a 6 foot 2-
"Hey, first rule of rugby: Height doesn't equal strength."
"I thought the first rule of any sport was 'Have fun and do your best'."
Nick paused, blinked, then broke out into a rich, wheezy laugh. A laugh, so contagious, the corners of Charlie's mouth curled upwards involuntarily. Shame he didn't hear Nick laugh like that more often.
"Alright, alright." Nick cleared his throat once the laughter died down. "Let's just go again. I know you've got this."
Charlie could feel his cheeks heat up at the encouraging words. Luckily there was enough distance between the two that Nick couldn't tell.
Run. Collide. Stagger. They found themselves back where they just were. Only this time, Charlie was determined. He would do what it took.
Nick could tell Charlie was giving it his all. He had to try a lot harder to stay on his feet and felt the younger boy's hand against his, gripping the ball, several times.
Just when it seemed that Charlie could dislodge the ball, Nick raised his arm over his head again, a smug smile on his face. After all, a lot of the players were taller than Charlie. It was a perfect learning opportunity.
Charlie groaned and made an attempt of tugging on Nick's arm, which barely budged.
Just when Nick thought, Charlie would result to climbing up him like a tree, a set of slender, pointy fingers dug into his exposed armpit.
The sensation that shot through him took him by such surprise, his mouth could not even decide on what noise to make. A throaty wail blundered out.
Nick's arm shot down, elbows snapping tightly against his waist. The assaulting fingers were consequently trapped in place.
Charlie could barely compute the older boy's reaction. He stumbled forward, getting dragged along by his trapped fingers; the same fingers Nick was twisting and squirming to get away from.
"Nick, I'm stuck," Charlie chuckled over the sound of the older's ragged laughter. His fingers flexed, attempting to grab onto Nick's shirt. If he kept getting dragged around, he would need to hold onto something in order to stay on his feet.
Nick's knees buckled with a yelp. Charlie's blunt nails brushing against the fabric was enough to bring him down. And Charlie along with him. They crumpled into an awkward pile of limbs.
"I caaahahan't-" Nick whined through a laugh. He had the side of his face pressed into the short damp grass of the pitch. The way his nose crunched up made Charlie's stomach flutter momentarily.
It wasn't clear if Nick meant he couldn't get his arm up to release Charlie or couldn't take any more tickling. Either way, the younger boy had a counter solution. With his free hand, he experimentally squeezed at the crook of Nick's neck.
Another yelp and Charlie was free. The secondary attack had been so unexpected that Nick scrunched up his shoulders up without a second thought. Charlie's trapped hand was released, along with his previously tight grip on the ball.
"So, do I win?" Nick heard Charlie ask from somewhere above him. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Nick lifted his head and gazed up at the younger boy stood above him, holding the ball with both of his hands.
"Boys, time to change! No being late for your next class!" Coach Singh called from the middle of the pitch.
Both boys looked over at her briefly, then back at each other. Charlie grinned, feeling pretty good about himself and trotted off in the direction of the changing rooms.
The typical lopsided smile spread over Nick's face as he propped himself onto his elbows, cheeks flushed. He got to his feet slowly, a warm, tingly feeling still lingering under his skin.
I’m not stopping until you let all of that laughter out-it’s not fair to keep it all to yourself.- Baku and Kiri
“I’m not stopping until you let all of that laughter out,~” Kirishima cooed softly in Bakugou’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down the blonde’s spine. Kirishima’s fingers were currently just barely squeezing and fluttering at Bakugou’s tummy, a spot Kirishima knows is good for turning the explosive teen into a giggly, mushy mess in no time. Unfortunately for him, though, Bakugou was deciding to be stubborn tonight, but it was really no matter. He’d get those giggles out eventually. “It’s not fair to keep it all to yourself!”
Bakugou huffed out a shaky breath, his body trying but failing to curl in on itself from his position pinned underneath Kirishima. Still, though, he refused to giggle like Kirishima wanted. His boyfriend had told him about how much he loved his little giggles, which is why he was currently tickling him as softly as he was (which was driving Bakugou absolutely up the fucking wall with those crazy sensations). All Bakugou did was purse his lips tightly together in that dopey wobbly smile of his he wore when he didn’t want to laugh, his body shaking gently as it tried desperately to hold back those giggles that were currently bouncing around in the confines of his ribs.
Kirishima sighed with a smile, shaking his head with a tsk. “Didn’t wanna have to do this, big guy, but you really leave me no choice,” he threatened, before taking Bakugou’s left wrist from underneath his knee and lifting it above the blonde head. Kirishima fully repositioned the both of them now, the redhead moving to lay beside Bakugou. He took Bakugou’s arm and pinned it under his own shoulder, the blonde’s hand now behind Kirishima’s back. With the hand now behind Bakugou’s head, he grabbed Bakugou’s other arm, effectively pinning it to the pillow, leaving the ticklish teen with no way to protect himself, and his worst spot completely vulnerable; his underarms. Bakugou’s eyes widened in realization, and he could already feel giggles bubbling inside him from the mere anticipation.
Kirishima finally for to work, using his free hand that wasn’t pinning his boyfriend’s arm down to very lightly flutter at Bakugou’s extremely sensitive underarm and upper rib. That’s what did the poor boy in.
“Nohoho! Nohohot thahahat! Stahahap ihihit! Ehehe it’s nohot fahahair!” Bakugou giggled happily, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment as he squirmed in Kirishima’s loving but evil hold. Kirishima chuckled at his demise, his fingers never once letting up to give his boy a second of dignity.
“You’re just too cute when you’re all giggly and ticklish,” Kirishima cooed, nuzzling his face into Bakugou’s cheek. Bakugou squealed at that, his legs kicking out at the playfulness of it all, feeling like his chest was going to burst at any given moment from how goddamn mushy this all was getting.
“Nahahah fuhuhuck! It tihihickles! Kihihirihihi! Nohoho mohohore!” he pleaded through his giggles, but the way he opened his eyes and gazed at Kirishima through his giggly blush, the both of them knew he didn’t mean that one bit. He remembered asking for this just like Kirishima remembered him asking for it, and he was so goddamn lucky his boyfriend always understood.
