#lee!Todoroki's

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Are you still doing requests? If so, could we please get lee!Hawks? I don't care so much who the ler is! Preferably with his wings getting their just desserts. 😁

Weird Wings

Words: 4184

Fandom: MHA

Characters: Lee!Hawks, Ler!Endeavour (mini lee!todoroki, Lee/ler!fuyumi)

Summary: Hawks keeps acting weird whenever his wings are touched and Endeavour is trying to figure out why, until his family shows him.

A/N: this is 4k words long. It's probably one of my favourite fanfics. It took 2-3 hours to write too. Honestly I love it. Plus the mini family scene is my favourite. ALSO YAY. Sorry its adorable, stay safe yall, and ty for this 😭😭😭

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"Im glad we could come out for a meal again, Endeavour" The winged hero teased, the two having just ordered their meal.

Of course, the number one hero sat with his arms crossed, looking down to his second place. The two were wearing casual clothes- as casual as they could at least. Hawks had invited Endeavour out for a meal to chat about work along with other things like hanging out next Tuesday or catching up with his family.

"What did you want to talk about Hawks" Endeavour ordered as Hawks gave a toothy smile. Of course the winged hero sat back with his hands up as if put at gun point while chuckling.

"Woah! Endeavour! I just wanted to catch up, like old friends"

"We aren't old friends"

"No but we're new ones! How's life up top Number One?" Hawks teased, leaning on the table while looking up to the taller man.

Endeavour sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning forward a little. "Fine. I'm currently Training Shoto along with his friends; as a favour. They're out right now with a few sidekicks so I could attend this meeting actually"

Hawks grinned, "aw, thanks for taking time to see me 'Devie" Endeavour gave the younger a weird look at the nickname.

"Never call me- that- again" he replied as a waitress walked over to give them their meal. Hawks laughed it off and flirted with the waitress for a moment before the two ate their meals with a little more chatter then paying the bill to leave.

Of course, the whole time it's was mostly the Winged Hero talking, going on and on about something or other. Endeavour swore the bird enjoyed the sound of his own voice a little too much, though he still listened.

Funnily enough they talked nearly no business other than how their work was going at their new spots since all might stepped down. Even talking about that too. And it wasn't awful, but by the time the two were walking outside of the building, Endeavour was really beginning to get sick of Hawk's continious chatter.

The two stepped outside, Hawks going on and on about something Endeavour'd already forgotten about. And without thinking nor hesitation the number one hero brushed his hand along the winged hero's feathers in hopes to make him shut up for a moment.

Instead though, the younger's face began to blush and he made a strange wiggling with his body to turn his feathers away from Endeavour with a crooked smile on his face and a giggle in his sentence. He finished his sentence and checked his phone for the time, suddenly in a rush.

Endeavour furrowed his eyebrows and watched closely at Hawk's reaction, slightly confused at how hawks had suddenly become a little flustered. The winged hero rubbed his neck and stretched his back.

"Ah! Have you seen the time? Wow, we should really get back to our agencies- nice chatting though, we should do this again sometime Endeavour. See you around!" With that he was off and took to the skies, a couple teenage girls and a guy squealed, two fainting as they saw him fly away, screaming his name.

Hawks smiled down to them but not once looked back at Endeavour, nor made eye contact for less than a second after the attempt to make him shut up.

Endeavour questioned it in his mind but overall just decided to let it go for the moment. But it kept popping up, again and again.

The next time they fought it happened, against the Villian Dabi who at that moment had Hawks in a tricky position and decided to dance a hand up his wings which resulted in a crooked smile and slightly pink face (though it was difficult to see with all the fighting) before Hawks pushed free and the fight continued.

Again it happened when they were training some of the kids together, Hawks insisted on helping Endevour (mostly to get an idea of the three boys) and helped out one day. Though, of course, Izuku Midoriya got a little too close while asking a thousand questions and mumbling about the hero's wings while touching them making him jump away with again a crooked smile and awkward laugh, telling him that it was enough for one day before helping out a bit more.

That day however, was the third or forth time Endeavour had seen it happen and wondered if it were perhaps something that hurt the winged hero or made him nervous as he always acted a little strange afterwards.

That evening the three boys went over to the Todoroki's and the two Pro Hero's went into Endeavour's office.

Hawks walloped in and threw himself onto the hero's chair behind the desk, putting his feet up jokingly with his grin at Endeavour who just looked down at him with a deadbeat face.

"So, what's up Endevour? Got a top secret mission? Or is it about one of the kid? Their doing really well actually, they're gonna be good pro hero's-" Endevour had walked around and ran a hand over the top of Hawk's marginal convert and alula at the tip of his wings and suddenly the hero shut up and jumped out of the chair while tryna laugh it off as looking at Endeavour while talking.

"You know you should really look at the person your talking to Endeavour" Hawks chuckled, trying to keep his composure, "its manners!"

For a moment to fire hero only looked at him with his hand on the chair Hawk's had previously been sitting on.

"Does it hurt when I do that?"

"I- Huh? What?" Hawks tried to sound confused.

"When I touch your wings like that, you seem to go all strange. Your smile goes crooked and you begin acting strange. It happened at the restaurant, then with the attack, and along with today when young Deku touched your wings."

Hawks just stood there for a minute, rather surprised at how much attention Endeavour had placed on him. He couldn't expect much less though from the number one hero.

"So, I will ask again. Does it hurt you whenever somebody touches your wings? If so-"

"No- no! No its nothing like that" Hawks chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck and smiling. "No its fine, it doesn't hurt"

"Then what is it?" Endeavour asked, rather bluntly.

Hawks only smiled, hoping to avoid the topic of conversation as it was pretty weird and awkward to tell your hero to stop touching your wings because it tickled. Nevertheless, Endeavour stood by his chair and watched Hawks, awaiting an answer.

Hawks laughed nervously, "my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things." Hawks looked around at his red wings as they stretched out. Endeavour stepped forwards, still confused as to what that had anything to do with what he was asking.

"So does it hurt when I touch them? Or not? Is it something that effects your life as a hero?"

Endevour then touched the feathered part of his wings, running his hands along the feathers and watched Hawk's reaction as he hadn't noticed. Hawks turned to Endeavour's side and involuntary laughed, pushing himself away and stepping backwards, retracting his wings.

The small laugh that escaped Hawks mouth was much different than his usual confident one. This one seemed a little giggly and less within his control. Endevour noticed as Hawks couldn't make eye contact and held his wings close to his back, as if shying them away from him.

Hawks on the other hand felt as if butterflies were dancing round in his stomach, fluttering up his winged bones and back down to his stomach making him giggle and bite his lip and hold his stomach. He hadn't expected Endevour to try again, nor to actually seemly attempt at tickling him.

He could physically feel the way his face turned another shade of pink and couldn't keep his composure, totally flustered and needing to get out of there quick. Endeavour only looked at him buy Hawks didn't sat anything, just hurrily left.

When Endeavour returned home, he sat down with Shoto and Fuyumi. Natsuo having either already eaten or out of the house. During that time Endeavour brought up the topic in the silence at the table.

"I have a question"

"Yeah dad?" Fuyumi jumped, happy to talk and try to be a normal family again.

Shoto ate whilst turning to listen.

"I've been working with hawks recently, but he keeps acting strange"

"Like when Midoriya touched his wing?" Shoto interrupted, having also noticed the strange behaviour for a moment but thinking nothing of it.

"Precisely"

"How was he acting strange?" Fuyumi asked, confused and wanting to get a better idea of the situation. (Being much more social than her father and brother)

"When Midoriya touched his wing, he jumped backwards and shifted the conversation" Shoto explained, eating some more noddles.

Fuyumi asked how Midoriya had touched him and Endeavour only really knew by showing her. So he touched her shoulder gently and dragged his hand and fingers down from her neck to her bycep.

To both boy's surprise Fuyumi fell off her knees a little and giggled a little. Rubbing the area. Shoto just looked at her, noodles being slurrped to his mouth whilst Endeavour sat with his hand still in the air where Fuyumi just was, sat surprised by his daughters reaction.

"Are you alright Fuyumi?" Endeavour asked, slightly concerned he'd hurt her.

Fuyumi giggled but clarified she was fine, "just sensitive, that's all"

That's what Hawk's had said.

"my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things."

"Are you alright though?" Shoto asked, leaning up and looking over as she sat back up after Endeavour retracted his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine! It just tickled, that all" she giggled happily but smiled at her brother.

"Tickled?" Shoto asked confused. "Did he hurt you?-" Shoto turned to Endeavour with a death glare, standing up. Fuyumi jumped up and stopped him from across the table from doing anything. The father was almost their height still sat down but nonetheless looked a little frightened at shoto's glare.

"No! Shoto! Shoto I'm fine! It's a funny feeling"

"Funny feeling?"

"Yeah- have you never heard of it before? Really? Here, let me show you"

Shoto stood as his sister walked around the table towards him, for some reason half of him was telling himself to run but he wanted to know what had happened so he stood still.

Fuyumi then grabbed her younger brothers sides and began to tickle them, making the half-half hero in training double over and hold a hand to his mouth so he couldn't burst out laughing. With his other hand he grabbed his sisters hand tickling him but didn't do much else to stop it.

Muffled laughter was heard from beneath Shoto's hand and Fuyumi had realised he showed no attempts at stopping her so she continued and teased him about it, much as tickling does to a tickler, she teased and tormented her younger brother. Tickling him by his sides, his hips, his ribs and such.

Shoto's muffled laughter brought the two to the floor beside Endeavour, Fuyumi teasing Shoto as his hair began to become messy and lost his composure.

He shook his head and laughed, weakly begging his sister to stop as he wiggles around gently beneath her. The two were laughing and messing around and Endeavour watched on, still sat in the same position he was when he asked the question.

Of course he knew what tickling was, but he'd always seen it as such a childish game. But right now, watching as his children played back and forth, he began to feel a slight smile form on his face. Something very unusual for the pro hero.

He's never seen his kids play, nor encouraged it. But right now, watching as two of them tumbled around, laughing and messing around without any care, watching as they smiled while usually he saw such pain on their faces while with him. He felt happy.

By the end of it Endeavour actually did have to get involved and pull Fuyumi off her brother as not to kill him. The girl had murder in her eyes as she was pulled off- it was terrifying. But Shoto laid on the floor, totally K.O.'d by the tickling, worn out with a silly smile on and hair in his face. After he'd recovered he quickly got rid of his smile, not wanting Endeavour to see more nor look weak in front of, but smiled as Fuyumi profusely apologied from across the table as they finished their food.

Watching his two children Endeavour felt happier. And that night thought about Hawks being in that same situation his son had been in.

The next time he saw the winged pro, the two were in a small fight. It had been a couple days but even so Endeavour hadn't forgotten the situation.

By the end the two had few scrapes and scraps and returned to Endeavour's agency to get a couple repairs. They were looked over but mostly fine, and Endeavour once more invited Hawks into his office.

Of course, Hawks being a young adult and after the fight, had mostly forgotten and continued being his sarcy playful teasing self. Which Endeavour appreciated.

Of course the young hero hadn't totally forgotten- of course he thought about it the night it happened and died of embarrassment much like the rest of us would. But even so he tried his hardest to forget. And continued his ways.

Though this time he didn't make the mistake of sitting in Endeavour's chair and just stood as the number one hero closed the door behind them. Endeavour turned back around and asked whether Hawks was okay after the fight, starting up small talk before his initial plan took place.

"Few hits, a few bumps, but i'm fine. What about you? You really took those hits like it was nothing huh?"

Endeavour had a very small smile on his face, hardly noticeable unless you're the narrator who shows it to all the readers.

"No, I have a few injuries but I'm glad we're okay"

"Awe, we're you worried about me Endeavour? You really shouldn't~" Hawks teased as they stood by one another, Hawks leaning on the pro as if he was a damsel in distress who'd been rescued by her hero.

Endeavour remember how much of a little shit this man could be.

"Anyway's, what was it you wanted to talk about? Unless it really was just how worried you were for me, which honestly is way too cute-"

"Your wings"

The two words sent the hero off as he remembered the last time the two were alone in here. He kept his composure a lot better this time round though and looked up at the hero in confusion as he showed them off, sprawling them out across the air.

"Yeah? What about them?" Hawks asked, wanting to get this over and done with.

"If I touch them, you react. Why" Hawks became much more flustered at this, much to Endeavour's hopes. He retracted his wings but Endeavour had one in his hands and began to run his hands over them, knowing exactky what he was doing without showing Hawks.

Endeavour wasn't one to start anything so childish, but after the dinner with his family, and after seeing the way the smug younger hero acted, it felt kind of fun doing so and teasing him much as he teased everyone around him. It's more than just out of character for the number one hero, much to Hawk's surprise as to why he'd started it, but also surprising as to how good he was at it. He'd never tickled his children, nor anyone in decades.

"Wahait- Ehendeavour!?" Hawks tried to hold back his laughter but Endeavour continued his attack as he began to tickle under the feathers making the poor winged hero almost collapse as he began laughing harder. He honestly couldn't control himself when it came to tickling, especially his wings. It was like everything became so giggly and it was the only thing in his mind.

"Yes?" The number one hero asked, not stopping as he tickled underneath the bone in his alula and marginal converts. The sudden touch here send Hawks into hysterica, flapping the other wing a little to push himself away from the tickles and holding his sides as the butterflies danced around from his wings to his back.

Hawk's laughter was muffled by his gloved hand from his hero outfit but after that specific touch he lost it and Endeavour had never heard his laugh so light before. Doubling over from a few touches on his wings.

"Wahait! Wahahait wahait Endeavour! Sthohop it! I cahant! Nohot my whihings!"

"What? I'm only looking at them"

Hawks couldn't believe what was happening to him in that moment. Then again he couldn't really think in that moment either. His wings didn't tickle like the most of his body. More like giggly and silly touches and butterflies tickling them up and down, sending him into bubbly hysterica rather than any usual laughing.

It was as if he was a kid again. Squealing as someone tickled his tummy with their finger tips.

Hawks then flew across the room as Endeavour let go of one wing. It tickled so much that even after he'd crashed he still felt as if more feathers had grown and began tickling his wings and back. He was laying on the ground and against the wall next to a bookshelf that had fallen down from impact, his arms around his waist and head down as he laughed like a giggly kid. He tried to stop himself but couldn't for a moment before looking back up with a bright red face from embarrassment.

The last thing he expected looked back at him. Endeavour stood tall on the opposite side of the room, watching Hawks. And a massive grin stretched out across his face. Hawks couldn't lie but in thaf moment, he felt terrified but also more butterflies in his stomach.

You see, much like earlier with Fuyumi, when someone is tickling someone else, they can get a little carried away. Well the young girl definitely got this from her father. Endeavour knew nobody would ever know about this, the red embarrassment on Hawk's face told him that much. And honestly, it wasn't the worst way to spend his time. And Hawk's reaction made it worth while anyway.

Hawk's looked terrified at Endeavour's grin, then struck with fear as the man walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. Suddenly every confident part of Hawk's seemed to die in that exact moment. No villain, no hero, no lover, no person in Hawk's entire life had ever done this to him. But Endeavour, the last person in his mind to do anything like this, had frozen him in place of his embarrassment.

Hawks couldn't say anything, but didn't have to for long before Endeavour got to the point and reached towards the winged hero's sides and began to knead them, sending him into bright laughter all over again. His laughter really just danced around the room as he threw his head back and kicked the floor beneath him, holding his waist best he could with Endeavour tickling him.

"At least I've found a way to shut you up" Endeavour stated, a smirk on his face which Hawks couldn't see due to caught up in his own laughter. He shook his head, wanting to say something sarcy but being unable to having feeling so silly and not being able to think all too straight.

"EhehehEndeavour!"

"Mm?" Endeavour continued his assault and even grabbed the young adults hips and kneaded into them, making the second pro hero double over, if Endeavour had been close enough, he would have definitely gotten his head wacked.

Hawks kicked out beneath him and burst out into loud obnoxious laughter, trying to curl up to stop the hip tickles.

"Is everything alright Hawks?"

All Hawks could think about was telling Endeavour to shut up. The teasing making it far, far worse. Especially coming from him. Someone who barely even spoke, especially teased.

Hawks could barely even think of what to say, stuck between speechless and laughter and tryna get Endeavour's hands off from tickling him so much. Just as Hawk tried, Endeavour swapped and began to tickle the others ribs and just behind to where Hawk's wings meet his back. In that moment, if you thought Hawk's had already reached his top tier laughter, you would be horrible mistake.

The pro threw his head back and yelled louder than ever expected to come from his big mouth. His laughter was so loud and his grin so wide as two fingers tickled the meeting between his body and his quirk. Forget about anything else because Hawks couldn't even control himself. His wings began spazzing from out wide to curled up and he even made a few bird noises which made Endeavour calm down a little in surprise, even if he was barely even touching the area.

Hawks shook his head and begged for Endeavour's mercy which was finally granted after another bird noise. Hawk's loud obnoxiously adorable laugh bouncing off the walls before he lay flat out against the wall, giving up with a smile stuck on his face.

He felt exhausted, he didn't even care what happened now. For all he cared Endeavour could burn him up right now to be rid of him. But of course that didn't happen, and Endeavout stood up, looking down at the usually confident hero beneath him.

"Are... you dead?" He asked after a moment, perhaps a little concerned as Hawks just seemed to die on spot. Though his breathing was still heavy so he hoped he wasn't dead.

A small noise was heard from the hero but he didn't move, his face was read from laughing and only in the silence did Endeavour realise how loud they'd been and that the whole building had probably heard them.

After a moment, Hawks still dead on the floor, there was a knock on the door before Shoto walked in alone.

"Hello, I'm finishing and-" he looked over to see his dad stood above a Hawks that looked beat.

"Uh- did you kill him?" He asked, slightly unfazed.

"No!- no. I don't think so. What did you want Shoto?"

"Nothing- its fine. I'll see you later" with that the half half child left, having a slight idea of what must have happened.

Hawks finally came back to life, having definitely died on the inside due to embarrassment and laughter. His winds still felt really funny, like when you get pins and needles and it tickles a little so he tried his best not to move them from their natural state.

He trued to push himself up the wall and still had a goofy gorgeous smile on his face, hunched over a little and holding his midsection while trying to stay away from Endeavour.

When Endeavour noticed, he asked, "Are you alright Tamami?"

Hawks just stood- arms distance- and smiled, blush on his cheeks from his childhood hero having just absolutely destroyed him.

Hawks could only laugh, only just noticing how Endeavour used his name for probably the first time. He didn't say anything but his facial features told Endeavour enough.

"So, you're wings?" Endeavour asked.

Hawks sighed and ran one hand down his face in embarrassment and moved it to rub his neck. "They're sensitive, what can I say?" Once again his usual nature slowly returned to him as he recovered but the blush on his face didn't.

"If you had told me the first day I would have never done anything more" Endeavour stated. If Hawks had just told him he had ticklish wings, Endeavour would have never done anything nor said anything other than a nod. But a part of him was glad he hadn't. A part of him was glad that he did that for the younger hero.

"Yeah yeah I hear you. It's just embarrassing that's all" Hawks brushed it off, trying to move the conversation while dropping truth bombs. "Anyways, how would you like it?" Just then one of Hawk's feathers dashed from around him and began tickling Endeavour's neck, having no reaction from the number one hero at all.

Hawks was gobsmacked.

Endeavour only grinned at the playful, yet failure, attempt Hawk's made. Mostly the look on his face though as he couldn't believe it.

But then another feather popped out of no where and began to tickle behind the pro hero's ears and Endeavour's laughter was heard throughout the building. Hawk's grin returned and much as you can guess. Shit went down.

Hawks and Endeavour though, never spoke about it again.

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Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it

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Shouto gets hit by a quirk, causing him to do some unexpected things...

WC: 3.2K

CW: Swearing, miscommunication, AFAB reader (reader has breasts), fluff

Note: Loosely inspired by that one scene in the Secret Garden K-Drama where Ju-Won makes Ra-Im cuddle with him, and Love Potion No. 9 by @daycourtofficiall!! Special shout-out to @andypantsx3 for beta-reading this for me. Tysm!!

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Your Valentine’s Day started like any other. The quiet beeping of your alarm cutting through the cozy silence of your bedroom as you stirred beneath your perfectly warm covers. Blearily, you reached out hitting snooze before slipping back under your blankets. After a few minutes, your alarm went off again, and this time you threw back your sheets.

The wooden panels of your bedroom floor were cold against your feet as you padded to your bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, you were ready to go, grabbing a jacket to protect yourself from the sharp February chill as you headed out the door.

As always, you walked down the block to your favorite cafe and ordered your usual, chatting with the barista as she made your order. Once your coffee was acquired, you ventured back out into the crisp winter air and began the quarter mile walk to the hero agency you worked at.

Walking along the sidewalk, you sipped your coffee, savoring its warmth while you observed couples all around you exchanging flowers and chocolates. That was right. It was Valentine’s Day. A little snort escaped you as you thought about the hordes of teenage girls that were bound to swarm Shouto today. February 14th, the one of the year people had absolutely no boundaries when it came to the attractive duo-toned hero.

Finally reaching the agency, you hustled inside, a warm gust of air brushing over you as you stepped through the door. Nodding at the security guard lounging at his desk and shooting the secretary a warm smile you got on the elevator. On the way up, you closed your eyes, leaning against the wall as you enjoyed the quiet, interrupted only by the periodic dings informing you that another floor had passed. Pressure beneath your feet told you the elevator was slowing, and it dinged a final time before the doors rolled open. 

Stepping out, you wound your way around your coworkers, smiling and returning polite greetings before retreating to the relative peace and quiet of your office and settling in at your desk to go over some PR documents from the day before. A couple hours passed, and the documents were done so you were in the process of putting together an agenda for the day when a harried intern burst into your office startling you.

“Shouto got hit with a quirk!! We don’t know what it is, but he’s insisting he’s fine and refusing to get checked out.”

Sighing, you shut your laptop and quirked an eyebrow at the frazzled teen.

“And what, exactly, do you expect me to do about that?”

Watching him flounder for an answer, you felt a little bad for adding to his torment, so you agreed to go. Shooting your half-finished coffee one more mournful look, you stood and followed him out, closing your office door behind you. Sometimes you wondered if the handsome pro hero’s good looks were just there to balance out his complete lack of both tact and common sense. Either that, or his goal was to make the life of you, his manager, as difficult as possible. 

Realizing that the intern was taking you in the direction of the infirmary you had installed in the agency primarily for Deku, you sped ahead, irritation coursing through your veins. Was it really that hard for him to just do what he needed to do and not throw a temper tantrum? Your irritation only increased as his deep monotone floated out through the open door to meet you in the hallway. Even from just the little snippets you did catch, you could tell he was arguing and being his usual incorrigibly obstinate self.

The beat of your chunky heels on the polished linoleum announced your presence as you marched in, the rhythmic thumps heralding the storm of your incoming temper. The sight of Red Riot and Chargebolt speaking in hushed voices welcomed you. Chargebolt shot you a flirtatious wink, and Red Riot greeted you with a sheepish smile before stepping aside and gesturing behind him to where Shouto was clearly arguing with your friend Aimi, who was the agency’s resident quirk specialist, and Ingenium. Nodding at Red Riot with a small smile you strode over to the trio. At least, you tried to. 

Shouto noticed you before you could reach them and the next thing you knew your cheek was pressed against a firm pectoral. What? The addictive and unique scent of Shouto filled your nostrils as strong arms wrapped around your waist and back, crushing you against a muscular torso. Again, what? 

It took you a few seconds to process that it was Shouto who was gripping you in a tight embrace. Shouto, the current number three hero, your boss, and also your long-time not so little crush. His cologne swirling in your nose muddied your thoughts, mixing them into a cesspool of intrusive thoughts and vague confusion. After an embarrassingly long five seconds you managed to pull yourself together and jerked away. 

“Hey! What’s going on? What was that for…”

A pair of intense heterochromic eyes bored into your own, causing you to trail off as the dual toned man leaned down to peer into your face. There was an awkward pause, and the entire room seemed to be holding its breath. 

“Your eyes truly are gorgeous. They might be my favorite part of you. I could gladly lose myself staring into them.”

The deep, even timbre of his voice filled the room, his words causing you to choke on your own saliva. You stared at him incredulously, unsure if you were having a hallucination due to a lack of caffeine or if he really said what you thought he did. You floundered, and just as you were finding your words he struck again.

“Although, your breasts are enjoyable to look at as well."

Your lungs officially gave up and attempted to forcibly exit your body through your mouth. Aimi spat out her mouthful of coffee all over her crisp white coat, mouthing ‘girl what’ at you with wide eyes while Ingenium’s scandalized gasp rang through the room. On the other side of the room, Red Riot and Chargebolt leaned against each other cackling. 

A small, almost nonexistent frown appeared on Shouto’s face and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face perplexed.

“I…did not intend to say either of those things out loud. I-”

The overly obnoxious blare of Chargebolt’s ringtone filled the room, cutting Shouto off. Mouthing that it was Bakugou, the electric blond answered, holding the speaker several inches away from his ear to protect his eardrums. All eyes except for Shouto’s were on him as he spoke to the explosive hero.

“Wassup?...Oh you got her to explain her quirk to you? That's great man…mhm…symptoms? Uh, hey! Shouto! Feel weird at all?" The last part was directed at the man in question as he lowered the phone.

“I’m telling you I feel fine. I’m just a bit light headed and dizzy. It’s nothing to worry about.”

Was that a hint of irritation in Shouto’s voice? Chancing a look over at him, you noticed a slight downward tilt to his lips, which for him was the equivalent of a pout. Kaminari nodded and relayed the information.

“Yeah, he says he’s fine other than that. He has said some weird shit though. Anyways, what did the girl say her quirk was?”

There was a beat of silence as Kaminari listened to whatever Bakugou was saying, his eyes opening comically wide. His reaction and prolonged speechlessness was just beginning to make you feel uneasy when he began snickering.

“There’s no way. That’s fucking gold…yeah…how did it even happen?...You’re joking…that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year…Did she say how long it lasts for?...between one and six hours? That’s not too bad. I feel a little bad for Y/N though…Yeah, anyways see you later…yep will do…bye.”

He ended the call and turned to face all of you, barely suppressing his smirk. Alarm bells were ringing in your head. What did ‘I feel a little bad for Y/N’ mean? Why was the situation so funny? All you knew was that whatever he was about to say was not going to be conducive to the peaceful day you were hoping for.

“It seems our perverted ice prince here got hit by something of a love quirk.”

The room was silent for a moment as everyone tried to process what he was saying. 

“A…love quirk? Is that why he’s been acting so weird towards me today?”

While you were glad that nothing serious was wrong with Shouto, a small part of you stung at the idea he only said what he did because of a quirk. But you were just being wishful. There was no way that a man like Todoroki Shouto, Japan’s unofficial hearthrob and number three hero would ever say, or even think something like that about you. You were just his normal -almost boring, really- manager with no special talents or characteristics to speak of. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts.

“Oh, but I wasn’t finished talking.”

Chargebolt gave you a look that told you he could sense your slight disappointment, a gleeful gleam in his eyes.

“What I didn’t get to say before you oh so kindly interrupted me was that it isn’t a normal love quirk. Instead of making someone fall in love, or acting as an aphrodisiac, it merely makes it so the affected can’t control their impulses around the person they have feelings for.”

You processed what he said, unsure if you heard and understood him correctly. If it only affected his impulses in regards to the person they had feelings for then that would mean-

No. You shook your head, resolutely stomping out the butterflies that came to life in your stomach at your train of thought. There was no reason to get your hopes up. You were reading too much into this. Todoroki probably just got confused because of the quirk and mistook you for the person he actually had feelings for. That made a lot more sense. Finally, Iida broke the quiet, his boisterous voice shattering the palpable disbelief.

“Todoroki’s personal feelings are none of our concern. Our main priority should be deciding what to do with him until the quirk wears off. Bakugou said one to six hours, correct?”

He spoke briskly, then turned and gestured at Todoroki, who had laid down on the cot in the center of the room sometime during the phone call. Whether it was because he merely got bored, or because his lightheadedness was finally getting to him, you were unsure. As all of you turned to stare at the man curled up on his side facing away from you, Aimi pushed her thin wire-framed glasses up on her freckled nose and cleared her throat.

“Erm, well for a quirk like this my recommendation would be for him to stay here until it wears off. Due to the lightheadedness and dizziness, I do think it would be best for him to remain laying down or seated so as to avoid falling and potentially injuring himself worse. We’ll also need to periodically check if the effects have faded, so we will need Y/N-.”

She gulped and threw you an apologetic glance. You thought you knew where she was going with this, and you were not exactly a fan of it.

“-Y/N to stop by every couple of hours so we can reevaluate. Is that okay with all of you?”

She mouthed an apology at you, and you sent her a glare that promised revenge. Oh she was so on her own the next time her crush, Deku, came in with some extreme injury and refused to get treated. Smiling, you angled your body, ensuring the rest of the room was unable to see you flipping off your so-called "friend."

“That’s no problem! Now, why don’t we all get back to work and leave Shouto to rest?”

Not waiting for anyone else’s answer you tried to make a beeline for the door so you could go crawl under your desk and attempt to process what the hell just happened. Unfortunately, something hindered your hasty escape. Specifically, a large, unfairly pretty hand hindered your hasty escape. Just as you had taken your first step towards freedom (and your coffee), long fingers reached up and grasped the back of your shirt, giving it a hard yank.

Caught off guard, you stumbled backward, your ass hitting the edge of the simple white cot in the center of the room. The simple white cot that the man currently gripping your shirt inhabited. Taking advantage of your momentary imbalance, Shouto smoothly pulled you over his body and onto the cot next to him, draping an arm and a firmly muscled thigh across your frame to keep you pinned snugly to his side. 

The soft strands of his two-toned hair tickled your cheeks and nose as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you like some sort of attention-starved cat. What the fuck? You blinked at everyone else in the room over Shouto’s head, flabbergasted. Weren’t you just walking away not even two seconds ago? Unfortunately, you were unable to think clearly, the addictive feel of Shouto’s body pressed against yours forcing a hard restart on your brain. It took two (or was it five?) torturously long seconds for your brain to reboot and finish loading. 

Once it did, you began squirming because firstly, this was not appropriate at all. You were at work for heaven’s sake. Second of all, you were enjoying cuddling with your boss a little too much. Any longer and you might never be able to go back to living the way you did before discovering Shouto cuddles. You might even become an addict, unable to live without them. However, Shouto did not appreciate your feeble thrashing, or share any of the same concerns because he just pulled you tighter against his frame. 

“Stop moving. ‘M trying to nap.”

You could feel the vibrations of his deep voice all across your body and unfortunately it did things to you. All of your muscles turned to jello and you relaxed into his warm embrace, suddenly unable to think straight. Over his broad shoulder you could see Kaminari and Aimi ushering everyone out, giggling and shooting sly glances over their shoulders at you.

Snapping a final picture, the two of them finally got everyone out and closed the door behind them, abandoning you. Just for that, next time you saw Deku you were going to tell him that Aimi had just fought a villain with an unknown quirk and needed help identifying it. 

Wait, nothing about your prior thought made sense. The firm press of Shouto’s body against yours paired with the deliciously masculine smell of his cologne reduced you to a mindless idiot. Melting against him your eyes slowly fluttered shut, the beat of his heart a metronome counting out an uniquely Shouto lullaby that lulled you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes next, the room was awash with bright mid-afternoon light. Unsure of where you were, you tried to sit up, only to find you couldn’t, for there was some large object around your waist pinning you to the bed. Disoriented, you rolled over, and found yourself face to face with the one and only Todoroki Shouto, pure contentment emanating from him. 

“Wha-?”

You made an embarrassingly vague and confused sound, staring at him agape with drool and sleep lines on your face. Lifting your wrist, you checked the time. It was three thirty?? That meant you had slept for six hours? Oh my god why hadn’t anyone woken you up? You jolted up, then realized something. 

Wait, so Shouto had been hit by the quirk around eight o clock, which was seven and a half hours ago. And the longest it was supposed to last was six hours, so that meant the quirk should have worn off an hour and a half ago. Turning to Shouto accusingly, you opened your mouth to speak but he just pouted at you, and gently tugged you back down so you were laying beside him again. 

“Hold up.” You said, pushing him away a bit so you could see his face. “The quirk was supposed to wear off over an hour ago.”

“And?” He raised an eyebrow as if you had said something stupidly obvious.

“Well, it obviously didn’t so you should’ve woken me up so we could get you looked at and-”

A large, warm palm covered your mouth.

“Who says it didn’t?”

You opened and closed your mouth at a loss for words. Wait, if it had worn off, then he had no excuses and-

You punched him hard in the chest and sat up.

“Todoroki Shouto! What about the girl you like? This isn’t fair to her. At least before you could excuse your behavior because the quirk disoriented you, but what about now? You-”

This time he wasn’t as gentle as he practically tackled you back onto the thin mattress of the cot and firmly pressed his mouth against yours. All thoughts immediately evacuated your mind, leaving only Shouto. And despite any and all common sense you thought yourself to possess, you found yourself kissing him back, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer. When he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against yours, panting.

“Now do you see?”

His breath fanned across your face, and you had to fight to form any coherent thoughts when his gorgeous eyes were boring into yours so intensely.

“Uh, that you're kissing me even though you have a girl you like? Yeah I-”

He let out a low growl of annoyance and kissed you again, this time with more passion, pouring all of his frustration into the kiss. This time you pulled away. 

“What, what are you doing? Like, obviously you’re kissing me but why? You just got confused because of the quirk and mistook me for the girl you have feelings for.”

He looked at you quizzically.

“I didn’t confuse you for anyone.”

What? Oh. Oh. Your eyes widened in realization as you stared at him.

“Oh. Ok. So, uh, you like me, and I um, I like you too, fyi, but uh why? And also, why did the quirk make you want to take a nap with me?”

“I have a confession.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “The quirk wore off while Kaminari was on the phone with Bakugou.”

You gaped at him while you did a quick mental calculation. Hold up. That meant-

“You were back to normal when you manhandled me into taking a nap with you!!

He just gave a completely unabashed look, nodding his head. You-he-! You couldn't believe him.

“So you pretended the quirk was still affecting you, and used it as an excuse to cuddle with me?”

Again, a nod, not even a hint of remorse on his gorgeous face. Wow. He was completely unabashed. Evidently tired of this line of conversation, he leaned in and resumed kissing you. And you let him, because fuck this, you could talk about your mutual feelings and his shameless behavior later.

After he finished kissing you senseless.

#lee's brain writes #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #fluff #bhna x reader #bhna fanfic #shouto x afab reader #todoroki x female reader

[lovelymessybubbly]

Congratulations on your 1000 followers!! You truly deserve it! I'm so sad that your request are closed huhuhuhu, but I really love your oc and I just found the event now. Ummm if you have time & don't mind, please squeeze in lee todoroki with your OC as the ler, your drawing is really amazing tbh P.S. i prefer upperbody tickles hihihi

“which is more ticklish- the hot or cold side ??”

wehe, i really could not resist tormenting this sweetheart a bit; the last time i drew him was back in high school, so it has been a while. which is unfair since he is sooo cute !!! ✧ꉂ(σ▰˃̶̀ꇴ˂̶́)σ✧ so, i went ahead and added the poor, defenseless todoroki-kun to the mix. i am sure others will appreciate seeing this darling hero as well.

he is much more ticklish than he appears !! who knew he was capable of making such a face ?? ( ´͈ ॢꇴ  `͈)੭ु

i hope you enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #my hero academia tickling #mha tickling #bnha tickling #ticklish!todoroki #lee!todoroki #deviled egg #get em tama!!

[tickly-giggles]

First time posting here in a bit, and I'm excited!

I wanted to do some cute stuff with the Keigo owns a tk blog AU, so here's some cute art! Admittedly, I had a hard time making Hawks look younger, the only thing I could really do was take away his beard lol

They're in their jammies TvT

#dabihawks #mha tickle #mha #sfw tickling community #mha dabi #dabi #dabi mha #hawks mha #hawks #mha hawks #keigo takami #touya todoroki #college au #dabihawks tickle #dabihawks tickling #dabihawks college au #keigo has a tickle blog #lee!keigo #ler!touya #lee!hawks #ler!dabi #cute dabihawks #cute tickling #sfw dabihawks tickling

[gaybananabread]

I'm so excited to participate in your augtickletober! For number 28, please consider writing lee kirishima! with ler todoroki from my hero academia hehehe, a relaxing massage seems nice~ By the way if the number is already taken, feel free to change to any numbers (probably number 29 or 24 as backups just in case 28 got taken), thank youu!!

TickleTober Day 28 - Massage

Oooooh not a pairing I write for often! Still, the skrimblos must have their fun. Kiri would be the kinda guy to massage his friends, so nice! I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Kirishima

Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Todoroki was stressed, to say the least. Working tirelessly to get his Provisional License, training hard to stay on top, and regular classwork had him going pretty much non-stop. Cold soba was his only escape, and even that was starting to lose its effect. It was all wearing on him, keeping his muscles tense and eyes sunken with dark bags.

The dual-quirked teen sauntered into the dorm’s kitchen, in search of his comfort food. His shoulders ached from tension, his neck and back in similar condition. The cold soba was the only thing he wanted at that moment. When he opened the fridge door, though, he deflated. “Damn it…” He had forgotten to make more the night before, exhausted from another night of rigorous training.

Kirishima walked into the room, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Todoroki! How’s it…going.” He saw the other student’s tired, saddened form, concern blooming on his face. “Are you okay, man?”

He sighed, closing the door and cutting off the cool air. Was he okay? He wasn’t sure he knew the answer himself. “Uhm…yes. Why do you ask?” 

That only made the bubbly teen’s brows furrow. “Because you look very not okay. You’re more tense than Aizawa sensei after dealing with Bakubro and Midoriya.” He smiled softly, a small huff of air escaping him. Though they didn't interact much, Todo knew he could trust the boy and enjoyed his company. “Maybe I am a little wound up.”

Kiri chuckled, getting a bit closer and opening the fridge. He noticed the lack of his classmate’s favorite dish. “If you want, I could help. I’m not the greatest cook, but I could try and make you some soba. Maybe a massage or something.”

The massage option caught his attention. He was stupidly tense; he could use a break. “I wouldn’t mind a massage, if you’re willing to give one.”

“So formal, Todobro. You’ve gotta loosen up a bit.” He was more than happy to help out his classmate, moving over to one of the dorm couches. “And of course, I’m happy to. You wanna sit down and I’ll help?”

He nodded, following him and sitting down beside the red-haired teen. Normally, he wouldn’t have been so accepting of the concerned gesture. Midoriya and the others had been working with him on asking for help, though; it was working. Kiri went right to work, rubbing circles in his shoulders. It was unfair how quickly the tension began to ease.

Eijirou moved methodically, working to ease his peer’s tense muscles. The sheer amount of knots he had to work out concerned him. “Jeez, man. You’ve really gotta take more breaks. This isn’t healthy.” 

A small hum came from the tense teen; he was too lost in the calming feeling to do much else. At first, when Kiri was working his shoulders, it felt wonderful. He could feel the tension leaving, the tight pains fading to dull aches or going entirely.

As time passed, Kirishima’s hands wandered, moving to the base of his ribs and back. A small, annoying buzz came with the release, making him smile. Todoroki squirmed a little, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

Kirishima noticed the squirms, pulling his hands away. “You good? Sorry if I hurt you, I’m a little rusty.” Of course that’s where his mind went. That boy was too kind. “No, it’s fine. Just needed to move.” With a nod, the massage continued, right back at the dreaded spot.

Okay, that was fine. He could handle a little buzzing, no problem. At least, he thought he could, until Kirishima moved upwards again, gently poking his neck to feel for tension. Todo went rigid, a small giggle escaping him. Oh, he was screwed.

“Todoroki…are you ticklish?” Previous statement retracted. Kirishima wasn’t nice at all for asking. He knew the answer already, and knew the other boy would lie. “Uh, no. Just, um, thought of something funny.”

Bullshit. Kiri sniffed out the obvious lie, deciding to toy with his friend. “Okay then. I’ll be more gentle, just because.” He went back to massaging the other teen’s neck, making sure to scritch his nails on the skin every once in a while. Todoroki bit his lip, thankful his back was to the hero-in-training. Rosy cheeks and a poorly suppressed smile didn’t really help his case.

This continued for about a minute; Kiishima gently massaging the other teen, occasionally letting his nails scrape the sensitive skin, and Todoroki trying desperately to stay quiet. The bright boy’s patience was wearing thin, and although he’d love to continue massaging his friend, the giggle was too enticing. He gave up on subtlety, going and simultaneously squeezing both Todoroki’s sides.

He muffled a yelp, jolting forwards and grabbing the crimson student’s hands. There was no denying it now; Todoroki was ticklish, and Kirishima was gonna help him let loose. Kiri wrapped his legs around the other’s torso, pulling him back and against his chest. It was a classic Kiri play-fight move, one most of the other students feared and loved; it meant that he was about to get it.

Ten fingers drilled into both his sides, pulling a few surprised giggles from the serious teen. He tried to squirm out of it, but he was essentially trapped in a hug; pinned both around the middle by wiggling fingers and waist by strong legs, Todoroki was trapped. He probably could’ve burned his way out of the hold, but he would never purposefully hurt his classmate. 

“Wow, so wiggly, Todobro. I’m just trying to get you to relax! Like these sides, they must be tense if you’re fighting it this much!” He knew that wasn’t why he was squirming so much, but it was an “excuse” to continue the tickling. Besides, teasing him was fun. He experimentally scribbled Todo’s navel, The results were better than he could’ve hoped for.

“K-KIHIRISHIMAHA! NOHOHO!” He practically squealed when he felt the boy’s nails on his belly button, his cheeks almost matching his left hair as he laughed. Kirishima adored the sound, happy that his classmate trusted him enough to cut loose like that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, but still. “Aww, there we go. You gotta release all that inner turmoil and stress, bro. Laughter is perfect!”

His well-meaning teases were completely unfair. Todoroki drummed his feet on the couch, twisting and shoving at his classmate’s hands. He didn’t totally hate what was happening, but still, it tickled! He just wished Kiri’s nails were focusing anywhere but his belly button. “MOHOHOVE! COHOME OHOHOHON!” 

Feeling merciful, he did as he was asked, instead focusing his fingers on the candy-cane boy’s sides.Loud laughter gave way to sweet giggles, surprisingly bright for such a serious kid. “Kihiri- Kihirishihihimaha! Whyhihihi?”

“Why? You’re stressed, that’s why. I’ve never seen someone so determined to have an aneurysm before adulthood before. You could do with some giggles.” He squeezed his navel, making Todoroki emphasize it with a squeal. “Like that! Very cute, by the way. You should laugh more.”

Such a jerk! He wanted to protest anything Kirishima had just claimed, but he couldn’t. Truth was, the tickling was helping. While giggly and flustered, he was much less tense than when he’d arrived. He also felt much happier, though he attributed that to human interaction rather than the goofy touch. 

Kiri could tell he was enjoying himself, at least to an extent. He hadn’t heard the actual word “stop” once. A certain sound, though, made him halt the touch. Was that…?

*grrrrrrlm*

Todoroki’s cheeks somehow got redder, that time from embarrassment. His stomach had growled rather loudly, reminding him of his long day and skipped meals. Kirishima was the one to laugh then, releasing his friend from the tickly hold. “Ohokay, your stomach’s got an opinion. Think we should get you some food, huh Todoroki?”

The half-and-half teen mumbled something under his breath, but nodded in agreement. He was hungry, and some cold soba would be nice. Kirishima chuckled, heading back to the dorm kitchen to prepare some grub for him and his friend. 

Todoroki looked after him, a small smile on his face. He felt much better than he had before, his dampened spirits lifted by the other student’s silliness. He got up, following to help with the dish. He’d have to ask for massages more often…

#mha tickling #lee!todoroki #ler!kirishima #ticklish!todoroki #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickle #my hero academia tickling #bnha tickling #mha/bnha #ticklish!shoto #lee!shoto #ler!eijiro #mha kirishima #mha todoroki #augtickletober #tickletober #tickle fluff

[burningablaze]

Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye

A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didn’t mean to stop writing for so long but that doesn’t mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous

Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didn’t expect him to react the way he did

Words: 1,212

Ler: Todoroki

Lee: Reader

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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.

After a few moments of reading silently, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didn’t notice was someone was right behind all along.

“This is… interesting to say the least.”

“AAH!”

You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.

“Todoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.”

Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “I just couldn’t help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.”

You groaned and blushed. “Please don’t tell me you read all of that.”

“I think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?”

“Wait, Todoroki! It’s not like that! I-I-I…”

Todoroki’s expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, “I understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and it’s important not to judge them for it.”

Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todoroki’s ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.

“I apologize if I invaded your privacy,” Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “It was not my intention. But, if you’re comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps it’s something I can learn from.”

You couldn’t help but blush and try to find the right words. “Todoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be… weird,” you said hesitantly.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. I’m not very familiar with the tickling thing.” Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.

You sighed. “I like to read this sort of stuff because it’s an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.”

Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. “I see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.

Nodding, you continued, “Yes, exactly. It’s a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. It’s purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.”

“And what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?” he asked.

You started to get flustered. “Well, it’s more like… imagining what it’ll be like if you were.”

“Oh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?” Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldn’t know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.

“Hehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!” “Whoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.” Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.

You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldn’t help but kept giggling hysterically.

“What does ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ mean? Is it something like this?” he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

Todoroki’s friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. “I guess this ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ thing is quite effective,” he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re so mehehehehean!”

Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.

“If I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,” Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. “Your laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.”

As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. “You know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I can’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.”

You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.

“Shut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!”

He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. “Now, I think I remember something in the fic going “Todoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.” Is it getting to you?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, yes! Please stohohohohop!” you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. “I guess I’ve tortured you long enough.” he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.

You took that moment to catch your breath. “Damn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.”

Todoroki chuckled again. “Did I at least get everything right as what the fic said?”

You blushed slightly. “You kinda did,” you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. “I’m glad,”

“So, what did you think about all that?” you asked. “Well, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-Yeah,” “But,” Todoroki continued. “I did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,”

“Todoroki!” you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. “But I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.” he smiled.

“Me too, Todoroki.”

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha requested fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #mha todoroki #mha shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #ler!todoroki

[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

#my scribbles💚 #ler!midoriya #ler!deku #lee!todoroki #bnha tickles #mha tickles #mha tickle #bnha tickle #ticklish!todoroki #tword community #t word community #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tickle fluff #sfw tickle community #tickle tickle #my posts📫

[jasontoddssuper]

I've realized another reason why i hate Swiftie headcanons is that while they're are plenty of characters i love who fit the 'indie softgirl musician stan' type,Taylor Swift is not an indie softgirl.....at ALL lmao.Indie is obvious because she's like one of the most famous american female singer's and a rich asshole who actively uses her privilige but she's also not even a softgirl?????A softgirl is someone who's super femme in a feminist way,kind,bubbly and has 'kiddy' traits and interests and often overlaps with being autistic-I call my end of the spectrum 'pastel autism' because of it and a good chunk of my friends do the same-and Tswift is has a 'not like other girls' complex,is racist,self-victimizing and her songs are full creepy and problematic messages that reflect who she is as a person as proven by her actions.Like sorry not sorry but i've listened to SO MANY indie girl musicians who make objectively better music than her so can we let her musty ass go and give them some love instead since they're not,y'know,ragingly horrible people?

#anti taylor swift #dodie #leanna firestone #beach bunny #olivia rodrigo #clairo #girl in red #stephanie brown #orihime inoue #hinata hyuga #momo yaoyorozu #fuyumi todoroki #gwen stacy #fionna campbell #enid sinclair #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #willow tag #ty lee #mabel pines #tunes #summercore #💌 #autistic girl summer #ichihime #todomomo #wenclair #ty luko #letters from summer

[tricks-tickles]

OOPS haha definitely wasnt meant to have this done like four days ago but i was #down with the sickness (chest infections4life) anyyyeay done now! here you go @the-gingerbread-lee

and happy very late @squealing-santa !

word count: 997

pairing: Lee!Todoroki /& Ler!Midoriya

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One of Midoriya’s favourite things about living at U.A. was the campus. Not just the state of the art gyms and dorms, but the large expanse of parks and forestry surrounding the main buildings. It was beautiful, in between all the facilities there were parks with soft grass, tall trees and flower beds. It was a favourite study spot for many students, including Midoriya.

He lay on his back, head propped up against his study-buddy’s thighs as he worked through his art homework. The study buddy in question was Todoroki, sitting upright against the tree and resting his book against Midoriya’s head. It was something of a symbiotic relationship.

They were the only ones in the park, given that the grounds were otherwise covered in a foot of snow. Only a small ring of dry grass prevailed around the tree where they sat, kept warm by Todoroki’s quirk.

Midoriya shifted, adding a little more shading to the drawing, causing Todoroki’s textbook to fall to the ground.

“Sit still.” He grumbled, picking it up.

“Meh meme me meh.” Midoriya grumbled back playfully. He waited a second, then twitched again, sending the textbook tumbling into the grass.

Todoroki glared as Midoriya beamed up at him.

He picked the textbook up and lightly hit Midoriya on the head with it, then set it back down.

Midoriya glanced back at his work. It was nearly finished, and he had a while before needing to hand it in. Moreso, the prospect of messing with the usual stoic boy was quite appealing. He and Todoroki had been getting closer, and with that came a surprising discovery that Todoroki could be quite playful. The two had spent countless hours rolling around on the floor, on the bed, the dorm’s sofa, the list goes on. Midoriya cast another glance at his work, then grinned.

Now on a mission, he counted to 60… then twitched.

“Midoriya!” Todoroki snapped, “Stop annoying me, I’m almost done.”

“But you’re so fun to pester~.” Midoriya cooed back.

Then his head fell back and lightly hit the ground as Todoroki shuffled away, smirking slightly.

“Aww come on Shoto~, don’t be like that.” Midoriya said, but was unable to keep the grin off his face.

“I am like that.” Todoroki responded, staring at his math homework.

To most, Todoroki would look slightly stern and annoyed. But to eagle eyed viewers such as Midoriya, his ears were slightly red, his eyes were unfocused and his fingers were drumming on the page. He was waiting in anticipation.

Quietly, Midoriya sat up and kneeled next to him, pressing his face into Todoroki’s.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked.

“Concentrating, now will you pleas- ACK! Midoriya!”

“Todoroki,” Midoriya smiled, pulling his hand away from his ribs, “What’s wrong?”

Todoroki glared but said nothing, moving to stare back at his work.

Midoriya poked him again.

He twitched.

Another poke.

Another twitch.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Another poke.

“I aham- I am not.”

…

Midoriya attacked, wriggling his fingers into Todoroki’s ribs as he suddenly jolted, dropping his book. Quickly as he could, Todoroki stumbled to his feet, backing away into the cold snow.

“Midoriya, what about our work- Midoriya, please.” He begged. It was strange to see him so emotive, but whenever they engaged in fights like these it brought out an unseen childish side of him, something that Midoriya adored.

“I’m gonna getcha~.” He teased, advancing with wiggling fingers.

Todoroki took off, running through the snow and carving a smooth path through the field. Midoriya raced after him. He almost tripped on a hidden rock and stumbled, and Todoroki grew further away. He ran faster, and debated using Full Cowl to bring him up to speed when Todoroki began to turn slightly, allowing Midoriya to put on a final burst of speed and pounce.

Todoroki yelled out in shock, falling into the cold snow, which quickly melted under him. He was hot all over, from his quirk, the burst of exercise and general embarrassment at their situation.

“Gotcha.” Midoriya grinned, using Blackwhip to (unfairly) pin his arms to his sides.

Todoroki huffed, wiggling a little to no avail.

“Very classy.” He said, deadpan.

Midoriya just smiled, bringing his hands up to tap along Todoroki’s ribs. He twitched a little, but the hoodie he was wearing protected him, a little. Countering this, Midoriya’s hands crept down, further and further until they reached the edge of his jumper, then they darted under, his fingers scratching at the thin t-shirt that covered Todoroki’s stomach.

He yelped, not expecting the sudden assault and began squirming in earnest.

“Mihihidorihiyaha!” He cried, writhing, “We’re ihin puhublihic!”

Midoriya lifted his head and looked from side to side, letting his hands drift to Todoroki’s sides.

“I don’t see anyone. Besides, your laugh is so cute! I think everyone deserves to hear it, you should definitely laugh more.”

“SHUHUHUT THEHE FUHUHUHUK UHUP!” Todoroki screamed, his back arching as Midoriya grasped at his sides.

“Wow, such harsh words. You wound me, Todoroki.”

“IHIHIT JUST TIHIHIHCKLEHES, PLEHEHEAHASE!”

“Fine, fine~, I won't pester you much longer.”

He grinned.

“But first,” Using Blackwhip, he brought Todoroki’s hands up beside his head, smiling wider when they trembled for him to put them down.

“You can always tell me to stop~.” He cooed.

Todoroki looked at him, eyes bright, face flushed and a wobbly smile on his lips, and looked away.

“Well, if you say so.” With that, he dove his hands into Todoroki’s underarms, scratching lightly and watching as Todoroki howled with laughter beneath him.

As he did, soft flakes of snow began to fall from the sky and land around them.

With Todoroki’s melodic laughter, the heat from his body washing away the cold and the beautiful snow, it couldn’t have been a better day.

#this is def a combination of like 4 prompts from them haha #ler!midoriya #lee!todoroki #mha tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #in 2k24 #shameful #lol

[lees-chaotic-brain-reblogs]

Todoroki Fic Recs

Note: I do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing I hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.

Blogs to read through: @andypantsx3

@neongothicc

Migraine (fluff)

@maliciouslove

Lilac (fluff)

@thesorinshow-deactivated2024012

I Think I'm in Love with my Coworker (UPDATE) (fluff)

@acerathia

Magic Shop (fluff)

@streimiv

Bedsick (fluff)

@shibaraki

Held by You, Felled by You (fluff)

@seiwas

Two-Part Something (fluff)

@yesitsmewhataboutit

Intimacy (fluff)

@shoutaaizawas

Ice King (fluff, hurt/comfort)

@earthtooz

Confession (hurt/comfort, fluff)

@cashmoneyyysstuff

Staring (fluff)

@katsukikitten

A Duke's Son and a Baron's Daughter (historical AU)

@kimkaelyn

Ditto (fluff)

@gfguren

He Gets It (18+)

@andie-orion

More than Friends (hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers)

dividers by @cafekitsune

ik i have more, so i'll continue to update this as i find them :)

#lee's brain food #todoroki x reader

[wreckingtickles]

Todoroki & Mx Glove

In which questions go unanswered.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 5,162

Todoroki quirked an eyebrow.

Moments ago, he was restrained in some kind of contraption in nothing but his underwear, panting, sweaty, and exhausted; then, he blinked, and now he was clean and well-rested, seated on a cushioned chair in a posh bedroom. A soft pair of dressy black trousers clad his bottom half while the top was sheathed in a white shirt, open to reveal the sharp curves of his toned chest and well-defined abs. His calves rested on the pillow of an identical iron-wrought chair facing his own while his feet protruded through the back, tied together at the ankles by several pairs if smart ties. Each of his toes was individually secured to the convenient vegetal tangle that made up the back of the iron chair, and his big toes were even tied together and to the central stem of the iron decoration, which, together with the ties around his ankles, ensured that his feet wouldn’t be able to so much as twitch, let alone escape or even lessen what was about to befall them.

Though he couldn’t see them, Todoroki guessed that ties were also what bound his wrists together behind his back, through the back of the chair he was sitting on, and around its own central stem. What he couldn’t begin to divine was what that new set-up was for.

Something shifted in the dim light of the room, provided by a single desk lamp, and Todoroki realized that the flowing black fabric he’d initially mistaken for closed curtains were actually the garb of a massive shadow, three meters tall and hunched, impossibly swollen under the vest. A deathly hood obscured the shadow’s features, but Todoroki could feel its gaze on him.

“Aren’t you scared?” growled a beastly low voice.

“What would be the point?” asked Todoroki, his tone flat.

“Good. There is nothing to fear,” growled the colossus, and a hint of delight crept into his voice. “If you give me the combination to that safe.”

“What safe?” enquired Todoroki, his intonation barely more inquisitive than before.

The shadow emitted a rumbling chuckle and turned slightly. The wall opposite Todoroki lit up to reveal a large painting whose frame had swiveled on hidden hinges, baring a large wall safe.

“I don’t know the combination. I don’t know what’s in that safe or where I am,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Another low rumble. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

Todoroki just glowered at the behemoth. “I’m not going to play along with this charade.”

Being tickled senseless was one thing, but he felt offended that that entity, whatever its name was, so much as thought that he would indulge its nonsense. “Just get it over with.”

The rumble stopped. “Then you leave me no choice.”

The figure stooped down at an angle that made it evident it didn’t possess normal human physiology, if its height and bulk hadn’t already made it clear enough. From the vast darkness behind the parting in its garment emerged a beastly hand, brown-furred and large enough to clasp Todoroki’s chest, vicious claws at the end of each finger.

Todoroki had been certain of what was about to happen, but seeing the ponderous claw, he almost flinched. Had he angered the beast, and was he about to be torn apart?

But then he felt one of those stilettos press into the ball of his right foot before beginning its descent towards his heel.

Todoroki had a very fraught history with physical contact, the kind that is born from years of sustained abuse. Despite being one of the most promising and attractive heroes on the market, he’d never been comfortable with the idea of a relationship, much less casual flings, as much as he wished he could be. That state of affairs persisted even after he’d begun to undo the damage his father had caused. But in school, he’d always been wary of physical contact, such that even when he outright asked Kirishima to try to tickle him out of curiosity, which somehow opened the floodgates to the whole class, everyone knew not to sneak up on him or touch him without telegraphing their intentions. And he’d learned two things: one, tickling didn’t generally trigger any of his alarms with regards to unwanted physical contact, precisely because it was so different from anything he’d experienced growing up (save for a couple of occasions with Natsuo, who just loved to tease the golden boy); two, everyone tended to remark that he was very sensitive. And while he didn’t have much of a frame of reference, Todoroki had to agree.

So he didn’t even attempt to disguise how much that single claw affected him, a smile already forming on his lips as he jumped in place.

The claw stopped. “Already? Just from this?”

Todoroki could feel the gloating in its rumbling voice. “You really have no chill.”

The discrepancy between how it sounded and what it said was whiplash-inducing, but Todoroki didn’t have the chance to ruminate on it as the claw began to make scratching motions.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” came out of Todoroki rhythmically, a string of exclamations somewhere on the spectrum between sounding obscene and like he was doing aerobics.

The claw scratched at the ball of his foot, his heel, his arch, the base of the toes – it didn’t matter, Todoroki would react wherever it touched him. But Mx Glove wasn’t satisfied, so began to test the base of and the area between each toe individually.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! N-Ah! Ah! Oh! Noh! Ah!”

The area between his second and third toe, was it a little more sensitive than the rest? The probing claw couldn’t quite tell, so it took its sweet time making sure. Yes, maybe there was a slight extra twitch whenever it touched there… no?

What was certain was that the arch was a bit more responsive than any other part of Todoroki’s right foot, but it was a very small deviation, one that would make returning to that spot extremely gratifying without making Mx Glove feel like it was settling if it targeted other areas.

And that was just the right foot! The right one was supposed to be even more sensitive, and possibly more ticklish in different spots than the left. That asymmetry was part of what had drawn Mx Glove to this victim, though it had actually gotten overwhelmed by the possibilities, so it had decided to stick to the one spot that it preferred, that it knew Todoroki would be able to take the least.

It could see that a flush had already crept across his face. Mx Glove retracted his finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to open the safe?”

Todoroki rearranged his expression into a scowl. “I said I’m not going to plaAHAhahah hahaha hahahaahahaha!!! Hahahaahah ahahahah ahahahahah ahahahhahahahhaha!!!”

He burst into guffaws mid-sentence as the behemoth suddenly added four more claws to the interrogation.

“Staaahahahhahahahahap! Hahahaha ahhaahh ahahahaahah ahahahaahahahahahah!!”

“You have no chill,” quipped Mx Glove as it dragged its claws up and down Todoroki’s right arch. As it expected, that made Todoroki’s laughter just a bit higher-pitched, his shifting in the chair just that little more energetic, so the claws chose to linger on that spot for a while. “Is this supposed to be the less sensitive foot? You are so screwed.”

Just when the focused tickling began to yield diminishing results, the claws ventured upwards, scratching at the base of Todoroki’s toes. There were now enough claws that Mx Glove didn’t have to worry about whether the space between two toes was more sensitive than the others, as the question was made irrelevant by sheer numbers.

Todoroki went on laughing, unashamed of the natural reaction his body was having to the stimulus, though profoundly vexed by it and, most of all, that it was being used to force him to indulge whatever fantasy his captor had cooked up.

Still, he’d never been tickled that long before. It wasn’t as when he was ganged up on by his classmates, or that time Bakugo had tried to make him regret observing out loud that he didn’t expect the blond to be so ticklish (a remark for which Kirishima would also pay), but the fact that it wasn’t stopping had him mildly apprehensive. How much longer could that go on for? Apparently, tickling tired him out very quickly, and he didn’t want to reach that point again, though he suspected he wasn’t going to have a say in the matter.

He could already feel the surface of his skin become damp under the smart clothes when Mx Glove retracted its claws. Todoroki went on giggling as his right foot still suffered under the phantom tingles, the claw trails itching like a zealous ant procession.

“Are you going to keep being stubborn?” questioned Mx Glove.

Todoroki ignored him, choosing to maintain his focus on steadying his breathing. That cost him four claws scratching at his left foot, coaxing a yelp out of him.

“Answer me!” boomed the voice; the claws showed no sign of stopping.

There were actually two more things that Todoroki had learned when tickling was introduced in his life: discovery the third, it was apparently unusual that the left and right side of his body were ticklish in different spots; discovery the fourth, his feet were the least exceptional in that regard, because they were both extremely sensitive… though the left even more than the right. At least, that was what Midoriya had told him – that guy even had notes about that – and Todoroki had indeed noticed that he’d fight harder to keep his hot side away from the tickles; but once the tickling started, he was generally too sensitive to have much of an opinion on anything.

But these weren’t chaotic, friendly tickles: these were sharp claws working precisely to uncover every ticklish nerve under his skin and play it like a string. Todoroki couldn’t tell if it tickled more or less than before, but he most certainly wanted it to stop, and he found himself trying to hold back his laughter… failing miserably.

“HAAAAAA! HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAAAA!! Haha hahaahah HAAHAHAH haahah hahaah HAHAHA ahahah haahahahah hahaahahah!!”

The scratches soon stopped being a warning and morphed into a dedicated process of destruction. They began to look for and focus on the worst areas of his right foot, then proceeded to exploit them to their fullest, moving on to the next just before Todoroki could begin to get used to the sensation.

Tears began to roll down Todoroki’s face when Mx Glove targeted his arch – no doubt as to what spot was the most sensitive now – but wherever the claws decided to give more than a torturous pass, they got him wishing he could crawl out of his skin.

“Still not going to say anything?” growled the behemoth over the hero’s high-pitched laughter. And maybe Todoroki would have said something, if he hadn’t been so focused on surviving the onslaught with his sanity intact. Mx Glove didn’t accept that excuse.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHA HAHA AHAHA AHAHAHA HAHA!!!!

HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA HA AHAHAH AHAHA!!! HAHA! HAHAHAH!!!”

His left foot still under fire, Mx Glove sent its other set of claws to wail on the right as well, obliterating Todoroki’s capacity for cognizant speech. It tickled so bad. Was it even worse than the hairbrushes? Like he was able to make a comparison as exhilarating lightning traveled up his legs.

Mx Glove truly wasn’t holding back, his claws relentless, precise, excruciating. Like it was really attempting to wring vital information out of Todoroki using whatever means necessary.

Todoroki couldn’t remember so much in all of his life combined. It just kept coming, and he was powerless to stop it, or do anything but laugh and laugh. A flush had crept up his chest and overtaken his tear-stained face, hair flopping about wildly and sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes, his crisp shirt darkening with perspiration, maddened writhing in the metal chairs without either so much as budging, or his artfully restrained feet escaping a single iota of torment.

Well after Todoroki was thoroughly broken, he noticed the claws – all of them – linger on his right foot, and at some point he became aware that Mx Glove was speaking.

“I seem to recall one of these feet is more ticklish than the other. I find it hard to believe, honestly, but I’m interested in your opinion.”

“HAAAAAAHAH AHAHAHAH AHHAH!! HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHHAHA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAH HAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!”

“No reply, ay?”

The ten claws shifted over to his left foot, and Todoroki let out an addled scream. He bent forward as far as his wrist restraints allowed, farther than was wise, to put something, anything, his head, possible or not, between the torturous points – too many! – and the outrageously sensitive surface of his sole.

Before he’d placidly accepted the notion that his left foot was more ticklish than his right, like a datum that had nothing to do with him. If that was how it was, that was how it was. But now that he was on the other side of empirical experience, he would have given anything to expunge that fact from reality.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! HAHAAHAHAAHHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHA!!! HAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHPPP!!!”

“Oh good, so you can talk! Got an answer for me, gigglebug?”

The claws moved back to his right foot, but even though the sensation decreased somewhat, Todoroki wouldn’t have called it a relief. In that small gap, he only retrieved a shard of his impatience with nonsense.

“HAAA!! HAHAHA HAAA HAHAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA YOUHAHAH!! YOU KNOHOHOHHAHAHAAH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I want to hear it from you, gigglebug,” replied the behemoth, and if Todorok had been able to discern tone, he would have noticed all affectation had been stripped from its words.

But Todoroki just went on laughing and attempting the occasional broken warning or plea, so mx Glove said, “Nope, I can’t tell,” and focused on his left foot again, lavishing his arch and the base of his toes with special attention.

Todoroki’s eyes bulged. “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHFT!! LEHEHEHEHEFT LEHEHEHEF LEHEHEFTLEFTLEHEHEHEHEEFTLEEEFT!!!” he repeated with every scratch.

A thunderous chuckle, then “Left, you say? I’m not sure, I need to test this further.” And it kept going.

Unable to take it, Todoroki’s efforts latched onto the only thing he thought could put a stop to it, sputtering “LEHEHFT!” like a broken record come alive under ten needles.

This soon earned him a coughing fit, followed by bouts of silent laughter, during which Mx Glove said, “I can’t quite tell. But if you’re right, it sure would suck if I stayed here, right?”

On some level, Todoroki had expected a break after he’d played its game. But no. It kept going. And when his struggling subsided and the only sound he could make was an irregular wheeze, Mx Glove simply moved half of its claws to his right foot, and kept doing exactly what it was doing.

It only stopped when it noticed that Todoroki was struggling to keep his head up. “Oops, I got too carried away, again,” it said to no one, and the claws withdrew into the pools of darkness that were its sleeves. “So, the combination?” it asked, but Todoroki was in no state to so much as decipher its question. It brought out a claw and ran it down the hero’s foot as a warning, but when all it got was a dismayed shake of the head, it resigned itself to wait.

Todoroki didn’t even realize the tickling had stopped at first, since it took him an enormous effort to lift his head. He felt like he just run a marathon – certainly, his soles wouldn’t feel any less raw after one. He just breathed in and out, wishing he could just shed the shirt that was clinging to his shoulders, or use his Quirk to cool himself down.

When he looked up, the behemoth was still there, its hands hidden under the sleeves, and behind it, the safe. What was new was the two upturned bottles tied to the chair, drizzling a weird liquid down on his feet.

“Do you need more persuasion?” asked Mx Glove in a low growl.

“I don’t… know the… combination,” came out of Todoroki, and he couldn’t recognize his own voice, so hoarse it was. But beyond that, was he speaking factually – he did not know because the monster made it all up – or was he playing along with the fiction just to put off the incoming extra serving of torment?

Mx Glove tutted, a sound like the smack of wet clothes on a flat stone. “A pity.”

Todoroki expected to shudder with fear once the behemoth’s hands reemerged, but what he saw was much too weird for that. At the end of each of the behemoth’s sleeves protruded a sock puppet in the shape of a goat’s head. Their square button eyes scanned the room, their moths opened and closed, and they both sniffed the air far too realistically to be simple puppets.

“What are those?” Todoroki couldn’t help asking.

“Hungry little buggers,” replied the behemoth as the goats inched closer. Todoroki could feel the air move as they sniffed his coated soles. Then, one of them took a lick.

“AH?!” exclaimed Todoroki, completely unprepared for what that felt like. That felt way too organic, in a very disturbing way, warm, slimy, fleshy, and worst of all, ticklish.

The goat puppet seemed to like what it tasted, because a second lick followed, and a third, lapping away at the ball of Todoroki’s right foot; and seeing its neighbor go at it, the other goat took an interest in the left arch.

“N-Noho w-whaat ishis thihihIHHHS!! I doho-hoHOHOH! CU-HUT THAHAhahat ouhohoHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

That felt weird, so weird! The writhing, knitted muscle sent horrifying shocks through his nervous system, the wet appendages having a rough texture that made each lick all the more torturous.

“These kids always get everyone real talkative,” gloated the behemoth. “Get it? Kids?”

“HAHAHAH HAHAA! HA! HAH AHA STAH! HAHAHA! HA! HAHAHAHIT’S SOHOHO WHEHEHEHEHIRD!! HAHA HAHAH HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!”

“You get it, you’re laughing!”

Whatever hesitation the goats may have had at first, it was long gone as they lapped enthusiastically at the saltwater-covered soles, driving Todoroki further and further into hysteria.

All Todoroki could do was laugh and watch drops slowly drip out of the bottles, emptying oh-so-slowly, until his eyes filled with tears once again.

The claws had felt worst on his arches, and his mad thrashing and high-pitched guffaws certainly suggested the goat’s tongues were proving effectively as well; but it was when his soles had been lapped clean and he felt the first tentative licks slither between his toes that the true horror of his plight sank in.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HHAHAHANANNANAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! HAHA HAHAHAAH NOHOT THEHEHHEHEEHERE!!!! HAHAH HAHAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The base of his toes, the stems, the pristine skin in-between; what agony the goat’s treat fetched. If Todoroki has a shred of analytical ability left in him, he would have noticed that his right toes now felt as ticklish as the left, if not more so. It was dubitable that he’d have been able to attribute that fact to the warmth the tongues exuded had he been lucid, but feeling the dull teeth nibble at and scrape against his toes and the ball of his foot as the wriggling tongues attempted to reach every last pocket of salt, that shattered his mind. He wasn’t used to those spots being touched, let alone by something like that, and with such torturous intent.

Todoroki would have never thought that he’d manage to last until all the saltwater had been painstakingly licked off every nook and cranny in his toes; but at some point the goat puppets did back off, vanishing back into the behemoth’s robe.

“The combination.”

Todoroki ignored him, any breath he could suck back into his lungs was too precious. And then he heard meowing. He forced himself to open his eyes: the beastly hands were out of the sleeves again, but instead of sharp claws, each finger now ended in… a cat’s head. Probably not that unsettling in a Quirky world, or to Steven Universe viewers, but the 10 sets of feline eyes fixated on him were still mildly unnerving to Todoroki, because the threat was obvious.

“The combination.”

“I don’t… know!” spat Todoroki, a distinct note of irritation creeping into his voice – less so at what he’d already endured, or even the performance that was asked of him, but rather at the fact that he wasn’t allowed to recover. Then he added, “It’s your safe!”

“Too bad,” growled the voice. “Here come the seconds!”

To his horror, Todoroki saw the two upturned bottles still above over his feet spontaneously fill with white liquid, which began to drip down on his toes.

“Wait!” came the panicked request. “I don’t know the combination, and tickling me won’t help you get it. I can’t help you break it open if you won’t. But I can’t take anymore.”

It was a plea, unquestionably, but it was expressed so emotionlessly after the first exclamation that it sounded more like a statement of fact from a neutral party: he could not take any more tickling, and subjecting him to it would be a waste of time within the parameters of the behemoth’s fiction.

For a few moments, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft splashing of the milk droplets on the tops of his feet and the floor, as well as the famished meowing of the finger-kittens.

“Waitwhahit ihit’s poHOHINTLEHEHESSS!!! STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOH I CAHAHAHANT HAHA HA AHAHA AHAHA AHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!”

The 10 kittens were even more eager than the goats, their raspy tongues smaller than their predecessors’, but sheer numbers allowed Mx Glove to target more spots at the same time, though they never strayed far from his toes and arches.

Todoroki’s handsome laughter was marred by utter rejection of what was happening, the contradiction between even more absurd tickling and his inability to withstand it even a second longer. And yet he did, for many, many, many seconds.

There was nothing he could do to stop this. Nothing.

---

Hero training had been grueling at times, yet Todoroki couldn’t remember being as tired as when, several minutes after the two bottles had been emptied, the kittens finally disappeared into the behemoth’s sleeves again, their meowing ceasing at once.

Something else was dripping on his right foot, a clear liquid of sorts, but Todoroki could not concern himself with it. In fact, when the behemoth shuffled behind him, cut his left arm loose, raised it, and bent it over the back of the chair before tying it down again, he didn’t even put up a fight. He even let Mx Glove rip his drenched shirt open to reveal his chiseled physique upper body with nary a grunt of protest – his mind, reduced to sheer sensation, welcomed the exposure to the colder air.

He didn’t even have a reaction when the behemoth produced a small heat lamp it trained on Todoroki’s right foot, glistening with the dripping oil that the unpleasant – though not painful – warmth ensured would seep deep into his skin, awakening any micron of his nerve endings dulled by his cold Quirk.

Then the monster waited. It waited until Todoroki was able to make sense of sentences again, its impatience having turned into the sweet pre-savoring of what was about to transpire.

When Todoroki looked at it again, he noticed that its right paw had been replaced with a long-fingered, humanoid hand, and the left with a device that looked like a pastry whip that had come undone – a scalp-massager.

“I want you to understand this,” began the behemoth. “I’m now going to try something else, and I won’t stop until you give me the combination. If you lie to me, I promise you, you haven’t felt anything half so horrible as what I will do. Do you get it?”

Todoroki didn’t answer. There was no point. The monster was going to do what it wanted anyway. Why waste energy? Or so he would have normally thought, but he simply lacked the energy to muster any words.

But when he felt fingers wiggling into his exposed left armpit, Todoroki had no choice but to strain his burning diaphragm to expel a new bout of laughter. Not a trace of cognizant speech, though.

The monster watched him try to lean away from its prying fingers, seemingly unable to comprehend that his bonds would not allow it. It was a rather enjoyable sight. But not as enjoyable as the attempt at a choked scream that ripped its way out of Todoroki’s mouth when the scalp massager got to work on his bare right flank.

And as the two most sensitive spots on Todoroki’s upper body were ruthlessly targeted, fragments of his mind made a simple calculation.

He couldn’t take it. Not at all, not anymore. He could make up a combination just to get a short break. But then it would get worse. But he wouldn’t get a break otherwise. What should he do?

The fingertips kept scratching at his damp hollow, occasionally pressing into the skin and skating on it as if dragging coins on a table, having quickly surmised that the very center was the most ticklish part. The scalp massager was far less varied in its tactics, but its dozen tines dragged like feathers along the cold, sensitive skin were incredibly effective at making Todoroki ponder whether the goats’ tongues were less excruciating.

And the calculation went on in the background, and…

“HAHAH HAHAHAAAAAA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! TWHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOHOHOHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!!!”

“Two?” Todoroki heard coming from above. “Giving up already? Good, what’s next?”

 Todoroki had calculated this: he didn’t have to give Mx Glove the full combination yet, he could just start giving him a few digits, so when he really couldn’t take any more, he’d only have to get one number out; but as the first digit tumbled out of his lips, more exploded out of the crack in his will.

“SEHEHHAHAHAH!! SEHEHEHHEHEEVEHEHEHHEHEHNN!! LEHEHHEET ME TAHAHAHHAHAALK!!”

“It’s on you if you can’t speak. Two, seven. Three more to go.”

But Todoroki found it incredibly hard to even remember what digits existed as Mx Glove surreptitiously increased its tickling, which caused the other three digits to take a full minute to be revealed. Perhaps Mx Glove could have made it take even longer, plunge Todoroki into silent laughter to keep the brief respite it had offered out of reach, but the behemoth was overeager; because as fun as these games were, they were nothing like unleashing the single, most effective method to break an auctionee.

Todoroki was suddenly aware that he could breathe again, that the dreaded massagers had left his midsection and that the unsettling fingers were no longer tormenting his underarm. He could even feel the monster’s thunderous steps move away from him, and towards the safe.

Todoroki wasted precious energy trying to whip his damp hair out of his eyes. He wanted to see this. Because even though he’d made the combination up to appease the monster, a part of him hoped against probability that he’d somehow got it right, that he’d be left alone, that the worst would not come to pass.

And Mx Glove was certainly making a show of it. Its long fingers were turning the dial so slowly, the clicking sound drowned out by Todoroki’s labored breaths.

“…One… and six,” announced the glowering behemoth, pausing for a moment after the dial ended its last rotation before clasping the safe’s handle; and though Todoroki’s lungs desperately needed oxygen, his breath hitched for a second.

Mx Glove pushed down on the handle… but it didn’t turn.

“Liar, liar…” lilted the behemoth, sounding the opposite of disappointed, while Todoroki shook his head weakly. “You know what’s coming now…”

It walked back towards Todoroki, who accepted the inevitable. “You… made it all… up…” he stated, a final acknowledgement that he’d humored the behemoth as long as he’d had to, but that now that it wouldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t care to keep pretending in the off chance it would make his situation better.

Mx Glvoe simply chuckled, its hands vanishing into its sleeves for the last time. When it reemerged, the left hand had been replaced by a detailing brush, while the right was furry again, but instead of claws, mounted at the tip of each finger was an opaque, white cube…

The monster stopped in front of Todoroki’s trapped feet, and the hero noticed that moment that the heat lamp cooking his right foot in the lotion was still on only when Mx Glove turned it off and moved it back.

“Did you figure it out? What will break you?”

But Todoroki wasn’t going to humor it any longer.

The behemoth went on, undeterred. “Come on. The tongues were a hint.”

Todoroki just kept focusing on steadying his breath.

A note of impatience crept into Mx Glove’s voice as it said, “It’s temperature. Warm things tickle your right foot more. Cold things tickle your left foot more. So if we were to, say, roast your cold foot, and use ice cubes on the hot one…”

Todoroki’s breath caught in his throat.

“…what do you think will happen?” it asked, and it knew that Todoroki wouldn’t reply, so it didn’t wait before striking.

The lotion made it even easier for the claws to glide along Todoroki’s sole, its nerve endings firing on all cylinders from the heat lamp’s attention. The temperature shock for his left foot was even more severe, jolting the nerves awake, the warmth of the skin rapidly causing the edges of the cubes to melt, allowing them to drag frictionlessly along his arch.

It took all of 5 seconds to break Todoroki for good. That one-two punch was like nothing he had ever experienced, not even at the hands of the behemoth. His cognition shut down. He was no longer Todoroki, just a mass of stimuli and reactions, specifically the intersection of two extremely ticklish appendages being tickled extremely. No hope, despair, anger, or bargaining: just overwhelming sensation, the most exhilarating state f flow.

The behemoth worked both feet over for several minutes, adding to nearly an hour, but Todoroki had lost the ability to measure the passing time. It knew full well that the right foot’s toes were even worse than the arch, while the left arch was more sensitive than any other part of that foot, so it only ever strayed from those areas to keep them from being desensitized.

No, lapsing into silent laughter or wheezing did not afford him any mercy. He was just there to laugh, to pay for not spitting out a non-existent combination, to be the perfect, squirming canvas for Mx Glove to practice its art, to be driven mad by its touches. A mighty hero with ticklish tootsies.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!todoroki #lee!todoroki

[punkeropercyjackson]

Nobody actually wants characters to be weird in ways that don't have to do with sex appeal and it shows a lot in y'all so called 'freaks'

#percy jackson #THEE example #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #gwenpool #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #talia al-ghul #lois lane #kon-el kent #bart allen #rose wilson #aang #zuko #ty lee #mai atla #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #izuku midoriya #toga himiko #dabi #anti bakugou #antidabihawks #this is a pro timsteph/stephcass/damimaps/clois/konbart/kataang/maiko/ty luko/tyzula/ichihime/todomomo/togachako post #summerposting

[lees-chaotic-brain]

i'm calling dibs on this idea btw, but what if you and shouto got hit with a quirk that caused you to switch bodies? i'm literally giddy imagining all the possible shenanigans

like-when you wake up and realize what happened you're lunging for Shouto's phone to call yourself when his phone starts ringing. picking up, you're greeted by your own voice monotonously apologizing for "accidentally copping a feel" and you're like ??????

denki fs taught him that slang

then once you've calmed down enough to think straight you go to get changed when you notice it. immediately you're back on the phone with him, hysterically asking what to do about it, because oh my god it's hard and what the HELL are you supposed to do about it and jesus you can't even look at it and SAY SOMETHING USEFUL

finally you make it to the office, only to find shouto standing there in your body wearing the ugliest outfit known to mankind. like seriously, did he dig through your entire closet just to find your ugliest pieces of clothing? you're pretty sure that shirt has been living at the back of your closet for years now. you had honestly forgotten you even had it...

he's also holding one of your bras in his hand because he didn't know how to put it on and requires assistance

just when you think things can't get worse, you get a call from him inquiring if you have any extreme internal injuries. confused you tell him you don't only for him to tell you that there's an "alarming amount of blood originating from your nether regions." of course your period has to come early while your bodies are swapped. so you have to talk him through putting in a tampon

he drops the first one in the toilet bc "it feels weird. it's inside me"

literally cracking myself up over an idea i haven't even written yet

@andypantsx3 i might try to get this done for your shouto collab if you're cool with that!!

#lee's brain writes #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #do not steal this it's my idea

[fluffyticklespots]

Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou

Word Count: 1,535

Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.

A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D

“I said, give it to me!”

“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”

“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”

Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.

He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”

“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”

“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

“Gimme the remote!”

“I said no.”

Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.

“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.

“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.

The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.

“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”

“I never said you were.”

“Then tell me what that sound was!”

Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.

“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”

“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”

“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”

“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.

“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”

“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”

“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.

“Not ticklish, huh?”

“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”

“That’s not nice, Bakug–”

The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.

“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”

A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.

“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”

“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”

The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…

“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”

The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.

“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”

“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”

“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.

“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst. 

Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.

Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.

“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.

Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.

“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.

“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”

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[tickly-giggles]

Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend. 

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath. 

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed, 

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

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