#ticklish!mirio

[wreckingtickles]

The Auction - Intermission (NSFW)

The fourth chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA. Read with caution as it's VERY NSFW.

In which a surprise guest comes.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Words: 1,911

“It is time for our intermission! We’re halfway through, let’s let our darling auctionees catch their breath.”

The seven heroes welcomed the respite, but they all felt it had come at the worst possible moment. Even Bakugo was keeping quiet.

After a few seconds, Deku piped up: “How’s Kaminari? Where is he?”

“Thank you for reminding me! Worry not, Yellow is ok. Actually…”

In Kaminari’s vacant spot appeared a hologram, a muted – in both colors and audio – projection of their friend. And though he wasn’t making any sounds, his screaming laughter could be heard by anyone in the room. A host of electric toothbrushes had overrun his form, dozens upon dozens of them buzzing against his abs and the inner side of his thighs, in his armpits, up and down his sides, ribs, and bare soles, under his toes, even against his chest and neck.

“Since he’s a bit too attention-grabbing, we’ve decided to showcase him separately, and this is a little punishment for thinking going derpy would spare him! You can check the feed at any time during the auction and bid on him as usual. In fact, should anyone wish to, you can relocate to his room and watch – and hear – it live!”

“You bastards!” yelled Bakugo.

“None of this is real, remember? Keep it in mind as we introduce our special event for the intermission. Give it up for Transparent!”

A spotlight lit up in the audience pit, the shadowy bidders having made room and crowding the edges of its light. From the ground emerged a padded table, and strapped to it, a muscular form sculpted with diligence, that honed body creating an odd contrast with the cartoonish features of its owner.

“What’s up, guys?” asked Mirio in a cheerful tone, obviously unfazed by his predicament and the fact that he was restrained in public and fully naked, his incredibly generous member on full display. He was rotated so his head was pointing at Kaminari’s hologram, which disappeared, and his feet were facing a flabbergasted Izuku.

“Oh no, they got you too!” exclaimed Midoriya.

“We’ll save you!” shouted Kirishima, his heroic instincts snapping him out of the pit of embarrassment.

Mirio cocked his head towards Bakugo’s side. “What do you mean? I think this is just a dream. I was napping a second ago.”

“Yeah, don’t ruin the show,” remarked Shindo, his eyes devouring Mirio’s trapped, naked form.

“I’ll fucking murder you sh--”

“Welcome, Transparent! You caught on quick. Now, you’re going to be tickled harder than ever in your life. How does that sound?”

“Hard to believe. Sir had so many machines to correct our loss of cheerfulness…”

“You heard it right, shadowfolk! His mentor would force his employees into tickling contraptions should they… ‘lose heart’, I believe his words were? So our Transparent here is not short on experience! Are you ticklish, Transparent?”

“Yeah, though not as much as Deku there,” remarked Mirio, nodding towards a flushed Midoriya. “Especially on my upper body. I think right under my chest is my worst spot. My armpits and bottom ribs are also very sensitive, my hips too, actually, and my stomach. I’m also ticklish on my feet.”

The auctionees were speechless. Why is this moron telling them? thought Bakugo.

They could practically hear the grin in the announcer’s voice. “Would you be surprised to learn that none of those spots are actually your worst spot?”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“Then I’m in trouble,” chuckled Mirio.

“That you are. Now, our dear bidders, why don’t you try to find his most ticklish spot? We have 10 minutes until the showcase resumes. You can all try at once! Grab your tools and go to town, he won’t mind!”

Over the next 15 minutes unfolded what was probably the weirdest spectacle any of the auctionees had ever witnessed... save for Kirishima, who kept his eyes religiously shut. The others found themselves compelled to watch, even though none of them apart from Shindo enjoyed seeing a hot guy being put through hell.

Mirio’s chiseled form was lousy with electric toothbrushes, far more than had descended upon Kaminari, buzzing into whatever’s ticklish spot each bidder preferred or could find room in.

Predictably, the spots Mirio had named had the most guests, especially his chest and ribcage, capacious enough to welcome some three dozen buzzing machines of doom. The shadowy forms who were closest and quickest on the draw immediately stuck their tools just under Mirio’s voluminous pecs, eliciting an immediate reaction from the hero. The competition for both the bottom and the top of his ribs, just below his armpits, was fierce, but even more buzzing devices skirmished for Mirio’s pink nipples. A few more daring explorers roam across his chest and up and down the grooves of his ribcage, some even test his collarbone and he base of his neck.

The seven or so brushes in his right armpit are almost stationary, while those in his left circle and swerve like cars on several intersecting tracks. And his abs, that’s what remind Bakugo of a hive the most, soooo many buzzing workers crawling around, each with single-minded dedication to its task. The abdominal ridges are thoroughly contoured and worshipped, and some others follow his V-line and waist… avoiding a very prominent obstacle. A few are content with sinking in his bellybutton and staying there, others show more enterprise by slipping under his back, several congregating around his sacrum and the top of his ass, which is otherwise lying flat against the table.

Prospector-like, a few take the gamble and go for his kneepits and the top of his calves, though his restraints soon dissuade them. Toothbrushes follow his squirming feet like zealous satellites – they know all that movement will be sapped out of him eventually, after all, and they don’t mind waiting.

Mirio’s easy laughter had started flowing right away – too loud for comfort, but it was clear to him this was business as usual, if a whole tad more intense, impersonal, something he was prepared for and didn’t resent, office drudgery. There are only a few changes in his unconstrained mirth, and all have to do with the new frontier.

Whatever else Sir Nighteye might have prepared him for, the toothbrushes in his inner thighs, buzzing into his taint and the back of his scrotum, teasing it, and joyfully playing his oversized instrument weren’t it. That didn’t seem to disconcert him at first… until one of the bidders got especially daring. Out of the shadowy form emerged gray fingers, a thumb and a forefinger closing around the tip of Mirio’s cock, lifting it off his stomach, and the head of a toothbrush kissed Mirio’s tip.

An “Oh!” resounded amidst his laughter, a clear cocktail of emotions a prominent one of which was surprise; and his laughter intensified.

That instantly led to a mass migration of worker bees, the ones that had reached for more unusual spots in hopes of monopolizing the sweetest one swarming around the rapidly stiffening rod, engorged by the attention. The more it was tickled, the bigger it got, the skin kept stretching, baring more and more sensitive nerves… and Mirio’s implement got very big. Sharing a locker room and, on a few occasion, a hot spring with them, Bakugo knew that some of his classmates – Shoji, Koda, and Kirishima – were pretty well-endowed, but Mirio looked like he might have put all of them to shame… Gah, why was he thinking about that?! It’s just, he couldn’t look away! None of them could! Mirio’s breathy laughter was hammering at their brains, and they were just drawn to its source.

There were no fewer than four toothbrushes running up and down his length, resting in that rule-breaking palm like a wounded bird, spilling out of the oversized hand; three more circled the base non-stop like looming sharks; and no less than five buzzed against the slick, crimson tip, two scrubbing the head and the slit, two more circling just under the stretched foreskin, and one, the daring rule-breaker’s, pressed into his phrenulum, that deliciously sensitive spot just under the head.

Much more converged towards the tower, multiplying the strikes against Mirio’s tightening scrotum, taint, and inner thighs.

Mirio’s laughter fell to the back of his throat, deeper, fuller, and… Bakugo couldn’t quite tell. Was it exhaustion changing those sultry notes, Mirio’s breath speeding up in a crescendo? The rhythm sped up, and up, until the laughter was barely recognizable, choked, grunts, a long grunt, and another, confusing Bakugo… until he saw one of the streams arch under the spotlight and splatter against Mirio’s chest.

He averted his gaze, flustered beyond words, but Mirio’s tortured release kept drumming against his ears, choked grunt after choked grunt…

Then they paused, and for a moment, Bakugo could hear the buzzing of the toothbrushes again. Then the laughter resumed, more agonizing than before. He thought he actually caught Mirio attempting to plead for it to stop for the first time, and he looked at the trapped hero again, but no change in method or tool had brought about that enhancement in the outcome.

Bakugo heard Shindo remark “Oh, he’s in trouble now…”

“Indeed he is! Ah, the wonders of human anatomy, that your greatest source of bliss should intensify your agony!”

“Cut that out! You heard me? Cut that out!” yelled Midoriya.

“Are you sure you want that? Once he leaves, the demonstration will resume…”

“Let him go!” cut in Kirishima, all traces of embarrassment gone as he stood up for his fellow hero. Midoriya echoed him right away. Ojiro was next, then soft-spoken Todoroki; Inasa piped up, but Bakugo couldn’t tell if he was just parroting what he heard around him…

He looked at Mirio’s overrun, chiseled, flushed form, drenched in sweat and more, heard him wheeze and struggle even as he said nothing – to avoid tiring himself by swimming against the flow, Bakugo had thought, but now he suspected that Mirio didn’t want them to worry about him… and before he could notice, he had also joined the chorus.

But the intermission didn’t end, and Bakugo was the first to understand why.

“Make them stop, you fucking creep piece of shit, or else--” he barked at Shindo, who had kept silently leering at Mirio.

“I know, you’ll rip out my guts and make me eat them, right? Can’t we just enjoy the show a little longer?”

Bakugo nearly popped a vein as he kept screaming at Shindo, who simply chuckled and uttered “Let him go.”

And just like that, the spotlight died, and the laughter and the buzzing with it.

“You disappoint me, Black! What’s with the sudden selflessness? I thought you’d grasped none of this is real!”

“It was just getting… hard to watch without being able to do anything about it,” he said, shifting his smirking gaze to Bakugo.

The atomic blond didn’t need to see Shindo’s underwear to catch his drift, and his strings of curses stopped for a moment.

“You’re enjoying yourself too much.” Bakugo didn’t expect to agree with the announcer.

“It’s not the tickling, mind you. I just like seeing buff guys powerless. Broken. Begging,” Shindo admitted nonchalantly. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me do anything about it?”

“That will be a matter between you and your highest bidder.”

“Mh. I suppose I’ll just have to make the most of the wait,” Shindo conceded, and the smirk he shot Bakugo was eloquent enough.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!shindou #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!ojirou #ticklish!ojiro #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!mirio

[burningablaze]

Mirio x Reader - It Helps to Let it Out

A/N: I had to post this fic again because at one point, I changed my name and posted it so when changed my name back, I wouldn’t be able to click on the link in my masterlist because it was under a different name

Summary: When something was wrong with Mirio, your always there to determine what happened and comfort him for as long as he needs it

Warnings: Mentions of death and heavy crying

Lee: Mirio

Ler: Reader

Words: 2,380

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"Has anyone seen Togata?" You asked, looking around the living room only to see Kaminari playing a video game, Midoriya writing in his notes, and Todoroki next to Midoriya reading a manga series.

"Nah, we haven't seen him in ages,”" Kaminari said as he button-mashed his controller. Midoriya looked over the couch to make eye contact with you. "I know! It would help if you talked to Hado and Amajiki." You nodded. "Right, thanks."

You checked your phone to see if Mirio had gotten your text, but you frowned when you saw he didn't read your text. You kept wondering why Mirio didn't answer yet, but you hoped it wasn't too serious.

You went outside and walked around the school campus, hoping you would run into the rest of the Big Three. It was very convenient to see Nejire and Tamaki sitting together under a tree's shade, playing war.

"Hey, guys." You said, making yourself known as you got closer. Nejire was the first to look up, and her eyes widened with excitement. "Hey, Y/N!" She said and waved her arm. Amajiki shyly looked up as well. "Oh, hi, Y/N."

"I wanted to ask if either of you has seen Mirio. I texted him earlier, but he didn't answer me, and I'm a little worried, is all." You confessed. Nejire pointed her finger to her chin. "Well, I haven't seen him all day either," She turned to her shy friend. "Have you seen Togata at all, Amajiki?" She asked. "Nothing really," Amajiki answered softly.

"Maybe you should check his room? He should be there. That's where I saw him last time, and I'm sure it's nothing! He's probably working on something and doesn't want to be disturbed, so he'll turn his phone off." Nejire said. "But he would've said something before." You left them to let them continue their game. "Thanks anyway."

"Happy to help! Hey, don't look at my cards!"

You remembered where Mirio's dorm was since it was a while ago the first time you met up with him. You took in a soft breath and knocked on his door. "Mirio? It's me, Y/N. I just want to know if you're okay. Is the door locked? Can I come in?" You knocked again, but this time the door slowly moved.

"Mirio?" You pushed the door more and saw nothing but complete darkness. "Why is it so dark in here?" You asked in a whisper. You took out my phone and turned on the flash. "Mirio? Are you in here?" You called out.

"Hmm, oh, hey, Y/N! I didn't hear you come in!" You heard Mirio's voice, but you didn't know where it was coming from. "Why is your room so dark?" You asked.

You seemed surprised to find Mirio's room so dark. Usually, he lets natural light shine in his room unless he is taking a nap, but he never allows his room to be completely opaque.

"Oh, right. Here, let me just-" Slowly, the sunlight peeked through the curtains until Mirio pulled the curtains all the way. You turned off the flash on your phone. "What were you doing?" You asked.

Mirio rubbed the back of his neck nervously. What does he have to be nervous about? "Oh, uh, I was, uh, just thinking. It helps me think about stuff."

You couldn't help but feel something was wrong with him, and you were right about the first thing you saw. "What, why are your eyes red?" You asked and leaned forward to get a closer look at his face. His eyes and nose were red, and his skin was pale. You also saw faint tear stains on his cheeks.

"Oh no! I was just having, uh, allergies!" He forced a smile, thinking you would buy his lie. "You never told me you had allergies." You said. "I didn't?" Mirio said.

"You've been crying, haven't you?" You asked. Mirio went quiet for a short moment before nodding softly. "Yeah,"

"Why did you lie?" You asked. Mirio ran his fingers through his hair to sweep it back with a frustrated but soft sigh. "I don't know. I'm just... upset, is all." He sat on his bed with his head down low a little. "You didn't need to lie to me, Mirio."

You sat down next to him. "I know, and I'm sorry." "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently. "I guess so," Mirio muttered sadly, but you heard him perfectly.

"What's going on, Mirio? You know I'm here if you want to talk about anything." Mirio gave you a gentle warm smile. "I know, and I appreciate it, but I thought I would handle this on my own."

You rested your hand on his back and comfortably ran up and down his spine. "Sometimes, it's not always good to handle stuff like this by yourself. It's just not healthy. It can make you feel overwhelmed sometimes, and it can feel like the world is crashing on you. I get you want to be brave and try to fight through this, but it'll be those times that it's too much to handle. Those kinds of feelings can come out of nowhere and bring you down. I would be more than happy to help you when you need it."

Mirio snorted softly. "Wow. Your starting to sound like me." You smiled. "I learned from the best." You nudged his arm gently. "Heh, thanks. The thing is... I don't usually let things get to me, but something like this really scared me." Mirio frowned. "Was it bad?" You asked.

"Worse than that. Earlier today, I felt a little tired, so I took a nap. All of a sudden, I had this horrible dream. It felt so much worse than a nightmare. I was watching Midoriya and... Sir Nighteye was fighting Overhaul, and Eri was behind me, but I couldn't move."

Mirio gulped when he had to mention his recent mentor, Nighteye. Losing Nighteye was the worst thing that ever happened to him, but he wanted to keep a happy face. He wanted to let everyone know that he was alright, even if he had to lie.

"I was so helpless, and that's... when it happened. Sir got severely injured, and it was like on a loop. It was replaying Sir getting hurt over and over again! All I could do was scream, but it was silent! Nothing but silence! I couldn't do anything!"

Mirio forced himself not to get ahead of himself as he hid his face behind his hands. You continued to rub his back, then pulled him slowly towards you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Oh no, honey. It's alright. Try to relax, okay?" You said, trying to comfort him in any way you thought of. He buried his face in your shirt, getting your shoulder wet with his tears, but you didn't care.

Mirio sniffled in your shirt. "Oh god. I just miss him so much." He whimpered and squeezed you a little tighter. "I know, sweetheart, I know." You said, rubbing his back more.

"I wish he was here right now. If only I could've done something, he would still be here."

"Mirio," You pushed Mirio away to cup his cheeks in your hands. His blue eyes shined from his tears. The redness around his eyes grew worse. "You have to understand that his death wasn't your fault. It suddenly happened, and we couldn't predict it."

Mirio moved his face away from you and mumbled, “But I was-" "No, none of that,” You brought his face towards you. "You couldn't have known about that, and he will always be with you, but not all the time cause he'll make be like a creeper." You joked.

As you expected, Mirio chuckled softly. You were glad that you got Mirio to laugh. "See?" You wiped the rest of his tears away. "And he wants you to smile. Just like how you want to make Eri smile; otherwise, he'll put you in that tickle machine."

Mirio snickered. "Oh yeah. That was the worst." He said, rubbing his neck.

After a moment of settling down, you and Mirio had been quiet. You hadn't left his side ever since; you wanted to be sure he was okay. "Feeling any better?" You asked.

"I guess a little. Thank you. I think I needed something like that." "I'm glad I got to help. The next this happens, I'm always a phone call away, and I'll come running to your door with a bunch of snacks!"

Mirio snorted. "I'll remember that." "Do you want to do anything?"

Mirio hummed and quickly looked at you with a slight smile. "A movie would be good right now."

"That sounds good, but I'm picking." "Fine by me." You didn't expect Mirio to give this sort of answer. You thought he was going to talk back.

"I was only joking." "I'm serious. It's a little something to return the favor after you helped me." Mirio smiled widely. "Alright, if you say so."

So you decided to watch The Jungle Book on Mirio's laptop. Mirio nestled himself comfortably between your legs and used your stomach as a pillow. You twirled his soft blonde locks around your fingers. You smiled as you thought to yourself that moment would never last.

"I thought you were talking about the new one," Mirio said, glancing up at you. "No, I meant the original." You said. Mirio shrugged his shoulders.

A little later, you smirked at a familiar scene and looked down at Mirio; thankfully, he hadn't noticed yet.

The scene Mowgli was tickling Baloo gave you an idea. You slowly snaked your arm down towards Mirio's side, very carefully lifting his shirt a bit, and used your nail to scrap lightly on his soft skin. You felt his body twitched away from your finger, and you decided to keep going.

"Hehehehehey, what're you dohohohoing?" Mirio giggled and pushed your hand away, but your other hand went around and squeezed his other side. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me what I'm doing, huh?" You teased.

“Ehehehehehehehe!" Mirio squirmed side to side and tried to block your tickle attack.

"Hey, Mirio, can you keep your voice down? I can't hear the movie."

"Buhuhuhuhut your tihihickling mehehehehe!"

"Oh, is that what I'm doing? Then I guess I'm doing it wrong because THIS would be tickling you!" You dove your hands and wiggled your fingers straight into Mirio's belly, which happens to be one of his biggest tickle spots.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mirio brought his knees to his chest and kicked his feet. You giggled at Mirio for how much he was making an adorable scene.

"Mirio, if you keep laughing, I'll miss the entire movie." You said and kept tickling his belly. "BUT YOHOHOHOHOHOU'VE SEHEHEHEHEN IT BEFORE!" "But I love that movie! And you know I don't miss any part!"

Mirio continued to wiggle around and push your hands away or pin them to his sides with his arms. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

"Pfft, please, you know that I know that you love being tickled. I mean, how can you not? Your so ticklish!" You stated, making his face turn redder.

You hummed as you thought up an idea. "Let's get these arms out of the way." You said and used all your strength to get his arms above his head and sat on top of them.

"Wait, wait, what're you doing?!" "Trying something new, duh!"

Starting from his elbows, you very lightly wiggled your fingertips down his biceps, getting close to his partly exposed underarms. Mirio squirmed and twitched a lot more than he did before and shrieked.

"No, no nohohohoho! Ah, quihihit ihit! It's so much wohohorse!" He tried to move his arms away from your fingers, fighting off the itchy but very ticklish feeling from his arms.

Once you got very close to Mirio's underarms, you skittered your fingers back up to his elbows and left him laughing silly. "NO, NO, PLEHEHEASE! Please, not my armpits! It's so bahahahad!" "You mean when I do this?" You did the same thing again, slowly spidering your fingers closer to his underarms and then pulling away.

"Yes, thahahahahat! Dohohohohon't!" "Do it?" "NOHOHO!" "No?" "NOHOHOHO!" "Then yes?" "NO!" "You are very confusing. Which one is it, yes or no?" "NOHOHOHO! STOP DOHOHOHOING THAHAT!" "Yes, do it? Okay!"

That kind of teasing you pulled made Mirio's squirming a lot worse, and his laughter erupted more. You tickled his soft biceps a little faster but still slowly going down. "Oh, Mirio, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha! I'm gonna tickle tickle tickle you!"

Mirio arched his back and moved himself down, hoping it would set him free. up "Nohohohohoho! Dohohohon't!" He twisted to the side, so he was partially lying on his stomach. "You can't escape the tickles, Mirio!"

You suddenly went for his underarms and dug your fingers into the hollows. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! GET AWAHAHAHAHAHAHAYEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Mirio turned back onto lying on his back and squirmed like crazy. You scratched, poked, and wiggled into his underarms in any way.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Finally, it was time to let him go. You got off his arms, and he immediately cradled himself in a ball, breathing heavily and snickered. "Jeez, you don't hold back, do you?” Mirio asked, with tears in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You think that wasn't holding back?"

Mirio widened his eyes and gulped. "In that case, allow me to not hold back and tickle you for real this time." You turned your hand into a claw and wiggled menacingly, making Mirio giggle and push your hand back. "Dohohohon't! I've had enough tickles for one day!" "Alright, alright."

You pulled your hand back and held Mirio's head in your lap. "Thank you, Y/N. I wouldn't know how to feel better after that mess." "I promise to be with you when everything falls apart around you." Both of you smiled, and you looked at Mirio's laptop. After all that tickling, the movie was really far.

"Great, now I have to go to where we were!" Mirio laughed, but not for long. "If I remember correctly, we were at that tickle scene. Right, Mirio?" You said and scribbled Mirio's neck. "Hehehehey!"

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #ler!reader #mha togata #mha mirio togata #lee!togata #ticklish!togata #togata x reader

[italeean]

A happy training session

Tamaki is terrified at the thought of having a training session with Bakugou. Luckily, Mirio will be there to help both him and the younger student

NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope y’all are okay!! I came back from Tuscany three days ago and I’m a bit more relaxed now (although I managed to get a bit sick). However, I finally finished this request!! I hope you enjoy it, suggestions and/or support are always appreciated ^_^

Buona Festa dei Lavoratori 💚🤍❤️ (Happy Labor Day - here in Italy, and I think in Europe, we always celebrate it the 1st of May)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it’s not to your taste I don’t suggest you read it

‘Come on, Tamaki, I’m sure it’ll be fun and interesting!!’ in the hallways of UA everyone could hear Mirio’s voice resonate loudly, trying to convince his best friend to do a particular training session with him and a certain first-year. ‘B-but Mirio... have you seen him? He looks so... mad, and w-when Aizawa-sensei organized that scenario he even... I wanna go home...’ Tamaki sighed.

The truth was that he didn’t actually have a problem with helping the first-years with individual training sessions, but he hadn’t considered that Bakugou, the one who had almost blown him up in another training session while muttering (better, screaming) something about ‘a villain always being a villain’ and whatnot, would’ve been one of the first students to sign himself up. It was pretty logical, now that the third-year thought about it, he always wanted to excel in everything, he would’ve never missed an opportunity like that.

Nejire was busy with her family that week, so leaving the turbulent student to her wasn’t an option, therefore, he had no choice but to do what he had agreed to do. The only good thing of the whole situation was that Mirio was going to be there with him. Aizawa had already agreed with that, and Bakugou didn’t really object either (it was going to be an even better training session for him, with two members of the Big Three instead of one). So there he was, shaking like a leaf, dragged by his friends towards the arena, which was reserved for the occasion, so that they would’ve been able to use their quirks without risking to hurt other people.

‘Tch, about time...’ there he was, Katsuki Bakugou, with a scarier aura than ever. Mirio, however, was sure that the red-eyed boy was eager to start, maybe even excited. He remembered very well how it felt to be the first year who admired the older students and tried to be like them to make his teachers proud. Tamaki, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint from nervousness. He didn’t have the same cheerful memories as his friend. All he remembered from his first year was the older students being tall and threatening.

Now he was the third-year, though. And Mirio was with him, so he only had to keep calm and avoid any kind of behavior that could anger the spiky-haired guy and everything was going to be okay, right?

Well, he was right... at the beginning...

The three of them began with a quick warm-up and stretching, then they went to the more intense part, which didn’t exactly go as they expected. The first-year didn’t manage to use a particular skill with his quirk that the two third-years were trying to teach him, and he was quickly loosing his patience. ‘WHY CAN’T I DO SUCH A SIMPLE THING DAMMIT??!!!’ Bakugou had officially begun screaming, which on the other hand totally terrified the indigo-haired guy. The angry blonde started cursing against everything and everyone, so Mirio decided to intervene.

‘Hey, don’t you think you’re going a bit too plus ultra with those bad words?’ he asked, but the answer he received contained even more curses, if that was possible. Bakugou couldn’t accept the fact that he needed time to learn a certain technique, which was perfectly normal actually. No one manages to do everything at the first try and the blue-eyed guy was more than determined to make him understand that. But first, he needed to cheer his student up and help him realize that not everything required total seriousness, that he could have fun while training with two older students. Training was made to learn, exchange ideas with other people and, why not, make friends, too.

‘Hey Bakugou, I think you’re scaring Tamaki there... try to relax a bit!!’ while saying that, the cheerful guy tried to add a quick poke to emphasize his words, not expecting the squeak that the younger boy tried in vain to suppress. ‘Oh my god, Bakugou you’re ticklish??’ he sounded incredulous, and he was. He would’ve never thought that the scary first year could be ticklish, and yet there he was, making a desperate (and yet futile) attempt to hide his embarrassment.

When the spiky haired understood he couldn’t make up an excuse for that squeak, and noticed a way-too-playful glint in Mirio’s eyes, he decided to run for his life, already imagining what was coming for him. However, he soon found out how hard it was to outrun someone who can pass not only through walls, but through the ground, too. He thought he was safe when a hand coming from the ground snatched his ankle, making him trip. He didn’t hurt himself with the fall, but that gave the older student the advantage he needed to finally catch him.

‘HA!! Gotcha!’ the playful third-year exclaimed, after successfully stopping the younger student. He’d been in many playfights with his friends, so he knew how to not push boundaries, which is why he chose to sit on the ground and hug Bakugou from behind, leaving him space to struggle and even fight him back, if he really wanted to.

‘So, are you gonna cheer up? Or do I have to make you smile with my magical methods?’ Bakugou knew he was just joking, but those words made his blood rush to his cheeks. He needed to get out of that predicament quickly. ‘S-SHUT UP!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND BY THE WAY, BEING TICKLISH IS FOR CHILDREN!! WELL, CHILDREN AND THAT DAMN NERD!’ obviously, he tried to get his way out of that situation using anger, not knowing he was only digging his own grave.

‘Oh really, only for kids? So, if I were to do this...’ Mirio said while lightly digging his fingers in the younger boy’s sides ‘you wouldn’t feel anything, right?’ he asked with a big smile on his face. ‘Hmmm...e-exactly!! Nohothing at all... hehehe’ The red-eyed guy tried to act tough, but some giggles were already spilling out of his mouth. ‘Nothing at all? But I seem to hear some giggles here... adorable giggles, if I may add. Hey, Tamaki, wanna give me a hand?’

Tamaki had been staring at them the whole time, smiling fondly at the scene (although the smile was barely noticeable). He remembered very well how his friend would use that same “magical method” to help him win his shyness, or to cheer him up when training sessions didn’t go how he wanted, or just because he wanted to play with him and make him laugh. However, he couldn’t find a reason to not join the two of them, so he got up and reached the others, earning a wide smile from Mirio and a terrified look from Bakugou.

Actually, Tamaki thought about going home before standing up to join the two of them, but Mirio’s encouraging look and Bakugou’s expression, scared and giddy at the same time, made him win his anxiety. He was starting to see the younger boy not only as the talented but scary first-year, but also as a kid who still had a lot to learn and experience.

‘DON’T YOU DARE TO COME ANY CLOS- EEK!!’ the blonde’s threat almost made the indigo-haired guy turn on his heels and run away, but a gentle squeeze on the sides was more than enough to put him in his place. The shy guy mustered up as much courage as possible and began poking at Bakugou’s stomach.

The reaction was immediate, however the guy didn’t seem exactly enthusiastic of the predicament he was in. He began to squirm violently and his laughter was forced, with no joy at all. Obviously, Mirio and Tamaki understood the situation and stopped immediately. ‘Hey buddy, I’m- no, we’re sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable. We were just messing around a bit to make you relax’ said the blue-eyed guy. Tamaki was frozen in fear at the thought of having to face an angry Bakugou.

However, the third-year’s apologetic tone made the angry boy’s glare soften a bit, also because he knew that respect was a line that should never be crossed, even if he didn’t totally drop his irritated attitude. ‘It seems we have a different conception of relaxing’ he began. ‘What the hell was that?!! You made me look like a child, which I’m not. AT ALL!!! I take training with the utmost seriousness. I want to be the #1 hero, I don’t have the time to play around like everyone else!!’

The older students were already almost sure of it, but now there was no doubt. Bakugou’s problem was that he couldn’t take the time to stop and enjoy the wonderful path he was walking to become a hero. Better yet, he didn’t know how, which is why they let the angry tone and what he said slide and explained him that it was fine to take breaks. If fact, even the best heroes need their time and space to recollect their thoughts and put themselves together before going back to their duty. Moreover, the three of them were still students, so it was their right to make cheerful memories of their time in school.

Bakugou listened carefully to every word and nodded, even though he still couldn’t bring himself to smile.

‘Still grumpy, huh?’ Mirio asked with a playful glint in his eyes once more. ‘Maybe you need something more than just words- Tamaki, get him!!’ while saying that, he hooked the younger student’s arms with his own and put him in a full nelson, leaving his torso completely exposed. The indigo-haired guy was still hesitant, so he started tickling the blonde’s tummy with light, soft touches, which however seemed to work just fine. ‘Hahahahaha oh gohohod Ihihihi undeherstohohod whahat you meahahahant’ Bakugou tried to say between hig giggles ‘yohohohou dohohohon’t nehheheheed to do thihihihis’

‘That’s right, we don’t need to, but we want to. Not everything we do must be useful, you know? Everyone’s allowed to take it easy’ Mirio explained, speaking a bit too close to the younger guy’s ears and neck, making him scrunch his shoulder to protect it. Noticing that reaction, the blue-eyed student began to blow delicately on his ears and neck, watching him with amusement while he struggled to protect both sides, failing miserably.

In the meanwhile, the other third-year had gotten more bold, and his touches were becoming harder (obviously without being painful), which was worse for the blonde. ‘Hahahahahahahah nahahahahhaha whahahahit nahahaht thehehere’ Bakugou squealed, lightly kicking the ground, when the shy teenager got a bit too close to his sides. Tamaki smiled softly at him, which wasn’t meant to fluster him but it still did, and kneaded his sides without hesitation. ‘Tickle tickle tickle...’ he said, earning another squawk from the younger hero in training. ‘Ohohoh my gahaAHAHAhad NOHohohot thehehehEHEHRE’ when his the indigo-haired guy began to squeeze the area between the sides and the lower ribs, the blonde’s laughter became more frantic.

‘Good job, buddy!! When we had this kind of fights, you’ve never been able to say tickle hehehe’ Mirio exclaimed cheerfully, making his friend squeak and jump, while blushing hard. However, while jumping he clawed at the spiky-haired guy’s ribs, which made him screech. ‘Hohohohohohold ohohohon pleheheheasehehehe dohohohon’t’ Bakugou pleaded, without sounding seriously distressed or really fighting back this time. 

Neither of them listened to the younger boy’s request and, while Mirio was whispering childish teases into Bakugou’s ears, Tamaki clawed his ribs once more, digging meticulously into every groove and stroking each bone, making the guy squirm around and kick his legs desperately, but with a big smile on his face. However, another surprise came for the third-years when, while going up and down on the ribcage, the shy guy got the spot between the ribs and the underarm, which earned a scream.

‘NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT THEHEHEHRE PLEHEHEHEHEAHASEHE’ Bakugou went ballistic. Fully aware that this spot was the jackpot, Tamaki wasted no time and dug right in, alternating poking and prodding to light scribbling and drawing small circles all over the area, never letting the blonde get used to the sensation. ‘OHOHOHOH GAHAHAHAD THIHIS IHIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ the explosion boy shouted, trying in vain to avoid the maddening feeling. 

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE STAHAHAHAHAHAP’ he begged after a solid ten minutes of getting tickled in his death spot and teased by Mirio at the same time.

Hearing the word “stop”, Tamaki immediately retracted his hands and the blue-eyed guy released Bakugou from his hold. ‘Are y-you okay? Did we o-overdo it?’ the shy guy asked genuinely concerned. ‘Huh? Oh, yeah... you didn’t overdo it’ the blonde answered after catching his breath. ‘But... well...’ he began muttering ‘you didn’t really have to... you know...’

‘Waahh!! I-i’m so sorry, I d-didn’t understand that y-you didn’t want to be tic- well... you know, that’ the indigo-haired stuttered.

‘Hahaha wait a second, I think someone was trying to say we didn’t have to stop’ Mirio said in a false menacing tone, already wiggling his fingers in the air. Bakugou’s blush and bashful expression was all the confirmation they needed. The cheerful third-year pounced on him straight away, tackling him to the ground and getting his tummy and sides, and Tamaki joined soon after, attacking the blonde’s underarms. MAking the first-year go into a fit of squeaky giggles once more.

Let’s say that no more serious training was done that afternoon.

#boku no hero academia #bnha tickle #katsuki bakugo #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #mirio togata #ler!mirio #tamaki amakiji #ler!tamaki #tickle fic #ticklish #tickle

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon

fem reader

Thinking about massive beefcakes again...

Big, brawny warriors who're carved with both muscles and battle scars – who still have some blood on their hands they couldn't bother washing off before claiming their pretty little war prize.

Oh, but he's so gentle with you. No threats on his lips, just a smile as he lets his large hands do all the talking – that, and the bloody axe he left leaning against the wall of your humble hut. So big, you wouldn't even be able to carry it if you used both hands.

And speaking about needing to use both hands...

You straddle his lap while working his massive cock – trembling as you wrap your fingers around the base, one hand stacked on top of the other, fingertips curling around his shaft – unable to reach around it while rubbing over fat veins that pulse beneath your soft touch.

He coos at you – tells you you’re doing so, so good for him, how he’s going to reward you real soon – how he won't hurt you so long as you do what he wants.

Oh, and you're so scared – so very scared of those large scathed paws holding you steady at the hips as he rubs his thick manhood against your stomach – throbbing between your ribs – a good measurement for how far inside he would try to push. 

There’s just no way you can possibly cram all of that inside you, is there?

You hadn't even noticed you were crying. Fat tears slip from brimming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and splattering on the hair of his broad chest. 

He told you to breathe, and you realized you’d been holding it in. He told you to relax – but tears only kept falling when his hand reached under to cup your scared little sex – his calloused fingers a strange type of friction on the lips of your pussy, ticklish in a sense, sending energy splurging through your core. 

Oh, but ain't you just the sweetest little thing. “You’re so wet, baby~” He hummed, voice thick with heat as his finger slid playfully through the slick pooling from your slit.

You whimpered at his teasing, and he hushed you – cooing at you while his fat fingers started prepping your tight little hole for him with a thumb rubbing over your clit – still nothing harsh – just grazing the slit, letting your body know to prepare itself for him.

You almost wished he would just push you down, tower over you, and do it all swiftly – because you weren't sure just how much of this your poor heart could take. You heard its pitter-pattering in your head, felt it drum in your fingertips, in your toes, thumping where his hands were taunting your tender flesh – petting the silk as it wept for more.

You felt something curl – coil – wind like an adder in your gut along with butterflies. Soon, glossing his entire hand with arousal. 

You heard the chuckle as he filled you up with one of his digits – long and thick with muscle, bumpy at the knuckles as it eased inside you – swirling around your velvet walls, all wet and fluttering for him – then followed by another – still with his thumb drawing sweet circles into your swollen clit, making you clench around the two fingers tightly with an ever-so-sweet moan spilling from your lips.

He groaned at the sensitivity – the stimuli and response at his fingertips – how impressionable you were for him. So sweet and pliant – knowing you were but a sheep caught on wolf claws.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, a sloppy grin showing teeth as his lips brushed up your collar with wet praise – his tongue hot as he licked up your throat with warm breath ever so very intimately – puffing like a hound as he bit your earlobe playfully, letting you know with thick rust, “I think you’re ready to take me.”

Oh, how he loved the way you tensed – knowing he had you completely in his palm – hooked right on his fingers – and soon on his cock.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, AFO, All Might, Mirio

JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku

DS – Doma

HxH – Uvogin

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere demon slayer #yandere aot #yandere bllk #yandere blue lock #yandere attack on titan #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia

[stellar-imagines]

TOGATA MIRIO MASTERLIST

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ♤ [SFW] ❝Falling into their arms.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Platonic.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who loves to wrestle.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Coming home to a surprise.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Mirio with ticklish S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Southern accent.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Mirio with shy S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Home birth.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with a singing quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Hopeless romantic S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who’s insecure of their laughter.❞

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 ☆ [SFW] ❝Slip up.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Mirio’s scare.❞

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ♡ [Fall 2019] ❝#1 + #2 + #18.❞ ♡ [Halloween 2019] ❝#1 + #17.❞

#stellar-imagines #mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha imagines #mirio togata #mirio masterlist #reader insert

[shoto-chann]

Izuku’s Lee Mood

My Hero Academia

Lee:

Ler:

Summary: Izuku can't help but find himself in one of his love/hate moods: a lee mood! How will he ever deal with this lovely curse all day?

*Warning: Contains small amounts of swearing

Izuku Midoriya woke up today in a lee mood. He knew it right away the moment he woke up. He couldn't stop giggling no matter what he did. "Dahahamn ihit! Whyhy tohodahahay of ahahall dahahahays?!" Izuku said as he got up to get ready for class. He loved/hated when he was in a lee mood. Ever since he was a kid, he's always had random lee mood days when he wanted someone to tickle him crazy. He assumed he grew out of it after attending UA, but he was proven dead wrong today. He didn't know how to handle this. He could never bring this up to his friends. They tease him about his ticklishness already. If he were to admit something like this to them...but then again, if his friends did know about his lee mood, then he could get wrecked with tickles, his favorite activity. "Ugh, stop it, Deku! You're an adult now, stop acting likena child!" Izuku managed to say before leaving for class.

Izuku wished he had stayed in his room. The day has been one close call after the other. First, after one of Aizawa's lectures, Uraraka and Iida walked up to Deku. "Hey, Deku! Iida and I have a question for you!" Uraraka said as she lightly tapped Deku's shoulder. Izuku’s brain interpreted this to scream like a girl and almost laugh. Both Uraraka and Iida were taken aback by this sudden action. "Midoriya, are you okay?" Iida asked. "Yesimtotallyfineokaygottagobye!" Midoriya said quickly as he left in a hurry. Both of them were left in shock.

Next, during lunch Deku was talking with Todoroki. "I heard that our next lesson's gonna focus on combat training against people who put us at a disadvantage" Midoriya said. "Interesting. I wonder who I would be put up against. Hunter outmatches me in power and abilities. Yaoyorozu can create weapons and defense to counter my ice. Your Quirk allows you to outmaneuver me. There's also Bakugo, with his insane agility and raw power" Todoroki answered back. During their conversation, Kirishima accidentally bumped into Deku. His brain, once again, interpreted this to scream and giggle. "Midoribro, you good, man? That was-" "Yeahimtotallyfinenothingtoworryaboutkirishimaokaygottagobye!" Midoriya once again ran out, leaving his friends confused once again. "What's wrong with Midoriya? He's been acting more awkward than usual" Todoroki asked, to which Kirishima shrugged.

What really made the day a lot more embarrassing was combat training. Midoriya was put against Hunter, who was playing a villain in this scenario: Midoriya was attempting to save a hostage (Mirio) from a villain who outmatched him and had to find a way to get the hostage to safety. During their combat training, Deku's sparring game way totally off, not just because Hunter had better versatility and combat ability, but Deku's lee mood was slowing him down, and it was showing. Usually, Midoriya had no problem fighting against Hunter and won five times out of ten, but he had to concentrate on not breaking down laughing while also keeping Hunter away from the hostage at the same time. Not an easy task for the One for All wielder. Toward the end of the training, Hunter slid in on ice and pushed Deku back with wind. He then caught Deku with a new move he made: lighting ropes, tying Deku up in midair. Deku struggled to get out, but he couldn't help but get that feeling again. His body was tingly all over and he couldn't help but laugh. Hunter, still playing the villain, smirked and decided to mess with the hero for a bit. "Looks like I caught me a hero. Let's see if I can make this hero talk" Hunter walked up to Deku with his shit eating grin and chuckled. "Let's see if you know anything useful, little hero" Hunter poked Deku's chest, and in return he got a full on screech laugh. Deku's screech laugh was so sudden and loud, Hunter jumped back and lost his grip on the rope, too shocked by what happened just now. Everyone else in the class just looked at Deku like he was crazy, including Aizawa. Deku just turned red on embarrassment and stayed quiet the rest of the day.

Once the day was over, Izuku immediately went to his room and plopped on his bed. "Damn it, Izuku. What is wrong with you? You shouldn't be like this. You completely embarrassed yourself today!" Deku groaned as he buried his face in his pillow. Just then, he heard a knock on the door. He decided to stay quiet, not ready to face anyone after today. The door opened slightly, and Shoji walked in. "Hey, Midoriya. May I come in?" Shoji asked. Deku didn't respond, but he didn't say no. Shoji sat down next to him and looked at him. "What's up with you today? You've been jumpy and very weird all day." Deku didn't want to answer. "Come on, Midoriya. I'm worried about you. You're not acting like yourself. Well, you are, but not in a normal sense. You get what I mean?" Deku just sighed and sat up straight to look Shoji in the eye. "It's...complicated," Deku finally said after a moment a silence. "Complicated?" "Yeah. I...I don't know how to explain it." "Well, take it slow. Try to describe what's wrong slowly. Start from when you woke up." Deku thought about this for a moment, afraid but excited to tell Shoji. "Well...I woke up today feeling...strange. It was like..." Deku had to hold back a powerful giggle in order to not embarrass himself...but he also wanted to giggle to give away to Shoji what was wrong. Aaah, this was so confusing for Deku!

Shoji noticed Midoriya trembling slightly, as if holding something back. A sneeze maybe? A cough? Or maybe...

"Midoriya, can I try something?" Shoji asked. The question took the young hero in green off guard. "Uh...sure?" "Okay. Lay down please" Delu did as he was told reluctantly. He was a bit confused but also excited to see what would happen. Was it possible Shoji knew? No, he couldn't know. Deku has never told anyone about this. The only one who knew about his lee mood was Bakugo, but even he would never openly admit something like that to anyone because of how ridiculous it is. "First, do you want me to do what I'm going to do?" Shoji asked. "What?" "Do you consent to what I'm going to do?" What are you going to do, Shoji?" "You'll see, if you consent" "Uhum...I guess I consehent-" And just like that, Izuku couldn't hold back his giggles any longer and just burst out giggling.

It was mainly Shoji's fault. It was he who started tickling Izuku’s sides the second he consented. "WAHAHAHAHA! Shohojihihi!" "So, I was right. You do have it" Shoji tickled Deku's sides a little faster, making Deku squirm violently. "SHOHOHOJIHIHI!" Deku screamed. But...this is what he wanted. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to run. He wanted to stay and let Shoji wreck him.

It seemed Shoji understood what Midoriya wanted because what he said completely shocked him. "You've been having a lee mood, haven't you?" Midoriya only laughed loudly at that, confirming Shoji's guess. "No wonder you've been jumpy at touch. You just wanted a little attention." Shoji decided to switch it up. He grew six other arms and looked at Deku with an evil smirk (not like he could even see the smirk, but Deku could just feel Shoji smirking at him). "Well, I know exactly how to solve your problem" "HOHOHOW?!" "How else, Leezuku?" Shoji teased as he went absolutely ham on Deku, tickling every inch of his tickle spots without rest. Deku, being the energetically ticklish baby he is, screamed bloody murder and laughed so loud the window in his room broke. He couldn't help but wiggle and giggle like he's never done before, but he never tried to escape. He was in heaven! He loved Shoji's fingers wiggling in the hollows of his armpits. He loved the way his fingers traced his ribs and his small belly button slowly. The way his fingers danced all around his knees, teasing him more and more as he got closer and closer to his death spot. Shoji was also having some fun, wrecking Midoriya like this. "Having fun, Leezuku?" "YEHEHEHEHES!" "Good" Shoji said as he stopped. Izuku, although still dying like a hyena, noticed that Shoji stopped and started complaining. "Whyhy dihid you stohohohop?" "Because you're having fun" "Buhuhut thahat's not fahahair!" "Sorry, Midoriya. That's just how it is" "NOHOHO! Plehehease keheheep gohoing!" Deku begged. Shoji's ears perked up hearing this. "Come again?" "I wahahant mohohohore! Mohohore more mohore!" Deku laughed while complaining and whining like a brat. Shoji chuckled. "I don't think you do" Deku whined even more. "Oh...it seems the little brat doesn't like to be told no" Deku kicked Shoji's leg in retaliation. "That's it, you brat" Shoji scooped Izuku in his arms and went to town on his hips, squeezing and scribbling them. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"Midoriya quickly started crying from laughing so hard, his squirming and wiggling never letting up. Yet he still intentionally opened up his other tickle spots for Shoji to attack, and Shoji obliged. Both of them started laughing as time passed on and on.

Twenty minutes later, Deku had enough and called it quits, but Shoji continued to tickle him to ensure that all of his lee energy had left his body, which took another ten minutes. Once Izuku calmed down enough after the tickling, Shoji sat down on the bed with him. "Is that better, Midoriya?" "Yeah...thanks..." Deku answered. "How did...you know-" "You're not the only one I've met with a lee mood." "No?" "No. You'd be surprised by how many of our friends here have lee moods." Like who, Shoji?" Shoji sat and thought for a bit. "Well, Ojiro has a lee mood and comes to me every time. Then there's Kaminari, Uraraka, Ashido, Koda, Kirishima, Tsu, Hunter... I can name more if you'd like" "Wow. So many of our friends have lee moods too...I thought-" "You were the only one? Not even close" "...And what about you, Shoji? Do you have a lee mood too?" Shoji didn't answer and looked up for a moment. Midoriya could've sworn Shoji was embarrassed because of his small blush. "You must be tired after all of that" Shoji said. Midoriya wanted to protest that he didn't, but he yawned in response. "You're right" Deku said. Shoji chuckled and ruffled Deku's hair. "Okay, I'll leave you be. Get some rest, but remember that you have homework to do" Deku nodded. "And remember, anytime you have one of those days again, just come to me, and I will help you. Okay?" Deku nodded again. Shoji got up and left the room, leaving Deku to sleep. As Midoriya drifted off to sleep, he felt much more at peace knowing that Shoji was here to help him with his lee mood. He would have to thank Shoji properly later once he was awake...

And after he buys a new window for his room. Oh boy, Aizawa's not gonna be happy with this one.

The End

I hope you enjoyed reading my first fic of 2024. I can't wait to put out more stories for everyone. If you made it to the end, here's a little teaser for the next story coming soon:

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If anyone can guess which characters and what fandom I'll be using for the next story (besides the lovely person who requested this story), they will get a free tickle monster character created by yours truly. Good luck to you all.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

#mha #tickle #fun #lee! Deku #ler! Shoji #leezuku #todoroki #kirishima #uraraka #iida #hunter

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Sunkissed (@squealing-santa 2023)

Panda’s Notes: Happy New Year! Almost New Year, for me. And a very late and apology-filled Crimbo for @tricks-tickles >-< I'm gonna level with you: I'm iffy on the title, and it did come out a bit more...angsty(?) than I think I planned, but I definitely liked this story as I was writing it, so I hope you like it too. Thanx once again to @hypahticklish for stepping up again this year to host!

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

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Hm, okay…

I want you to take a deep breath. Shake off; get comfortable.

This voice…Was it a voice? It felt familiar. He just couldn't place it.

I got you something~

Oh? Tamaki turned his head curiously. There was nothing around. Until there suddenly was. On the floor—well, what seemed to be a floor in this strange white void—was a box. The wrapping was plain, but the bow had an interesting vine pattern running along the ribbon. Tamaki hesitated as he reached for the lid. There was something about this. Why couldn’t he figure it out?

Maybe the answer is in there? C’mon, already.

Um, alright? Tamaki went to pull the ribbon, but as he let it go, it coiled around his wrist. The lid on the box shifted before being thrown off by rapidly growing vines. The box fell apart to reveal a flowerpot decorated with painted feathers.

Oh... Crud.

Gotcha~

The vines were quick to lash around Tamaki’s arm, and another few looped his ankle when he tried to scoot back. He was dragged down, his back hitting more vines as they crowded around him. Before he could try to protest, he felt something pressing against his side. A vine drew swirling shapes against his shirt while several others did the same against his feet or shoved under his arms. It was wild and kind of stressful and almost aggressive…

And it was kind of fun.

It tickled madly, the vines finding new spots to wriggle every time he squirmed and pulling him back toward the flowerpot whenever he managed to get some distance. He heard soft chuckling under his squeals when the vines swirled across his stomach, and his arms were pulled harder when he tried to curl up. Too hard, definitely.

Aw, I thought you liked this~?

Tamaki winced at several scrapes running up his arms. The vines were growing thorns, and bright red roses were sprouting up along them. Each one appeared to have a single eye in its center. Staring at him. His chest hurt all of a sudden; ticklish brushes were scratches of thorns. Everyone was looking at him, and she was mocking him. He felt her hands on his shoulders, and her petals fell over him as she leaned close.

You’re not having fun~? You’re still laughing. You little freak.

Tamaki gasped hard as he sat up, coughing softly as he took deep breaths. The room felt too hot, and his blankets were tangled around his legs and chest. Something was digging into his stomach, and he cringed a bit as he moved his arm to fish the item out. A familiar rectangle was brought up to his face, and it promptly blinded him as he went to check the battery. He was surprised to find it over fifty percent; he was more surprised to find that he had slept in more than he’d liked. Most importantly, he had missed a few texts from Mirio.

++[Morning, Tama-tama! \(@^0^@)/ I hope you’re still excited for this afternoon~]

++ [You’re still sleeping, aren’t you? (～﹃～)~zZ]

++ [I’ll grab you extra snacks. (○｀ 3′○) Text me when you wake up, or I can jcall in an hour!]

His texts were riddled with stickers and emojis. The Gudetama ones felt a bit egregious though. Tamaki chuckled groggily, still blinking in the bright light as he glanced between the clock and the timestamp on the latest text. He scrambled—as much as one could while still half asleep—to quickly send a few simple texts.

--[I’m alive]

--[Sorry, that sounds bad. Just still tired.]

++ [Oh no… Bad dreams? ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) ]

Tamaki smiled softly. Mirio knew him too well. He yawned loudly and stretched out before finally texting back.

--[ I’m getting up now. Give me maybe an hour.]

The response to that was just a few heart emojis, which was good because Tamaki was working on convincing his body to get out of bed. The room was dark, but it was just his dorm. He knew that, of course, but… His arms still itched. He ran his hands over them, hugging himself as he felt phantoms of long-gone nicks and scars.

It was over. It was years ago; she wasn’t here. He repeated it to himself over and over as he got ready for his date. He rattled it off as he walked through the halls to Mirio’s room. He only managed to shut himself up when he realized Mirio’s door was locked.

--[Can I come in?? (┬┬﹏┬┬) ]

++[OMG I’m sorry]

++[So sorry. Promise]

++[Lunch Rush had a line in the cafeteria. I might be a little late.]

++[Ordered something special though!]

Tamaki had no reason to doubt Mirio’s claims, but a selfie was sent of his boyfriend leaning dramatically against the wall in the cafeteria as if he were in despair. Lunch Rush had glanced over his shoulder from the skillet he was tending. Tamaki shook his head with a smile, letting his shoulders thump beside Mirio’s door and sinking to sit on the floor.

--[It’s okay. I can wait here.]

Several hearts were dropped in again. Some of those animated ones were new. Tamaki smiled to himself as he poked around and downloaded them for his own use, until one of his notifications caught his eye. An account name he recognized immediately; they had updated a certain comic that he’d been following closely. He stared for a few seconds, almost as if it was somehow a dream. It had been a few weeks; there were update posts about the artist having a particularly eventful time moving to a new place. Tamaki was fine with waiting; there were other things to read and see, of course. But…it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t a bit hooked by both the story and, uh… other things. There wasn’t anyone around, and he’d be here for a bit, so…

Okay, let’s roll back a bit. The story goes that a small party of adventurers is crossing a valley in hopes of fighting a giant beast that was cursing anyone and anything it came across. It was a fun story, if a little plain, but the funny thing is: whenever the beast, or whatever it summoned, got into a battle with the party, its attack patterns were…unique, to say the least.

…It's a tickle monster. Th-There’s not much point in trying to sugarcoat it. Ugh, and sugarcoat isn’t even the right—Agh! Look, okay, Tamaki might maybe…definitely have a “thing” for, well, tickling. It’s not something he’s ashamed of, really! That much he’s certain of. He wouldn’t even really say it’s a secret; it’s just that, after some…experiences a few years ago, it wasn’t something he planned on broadcasting to people. Not that he did before, but—y’know what, you probably get it.

For now, Tamaki let himself sink against the wall, checking back a chapter or two to get back into the story. The party had just left the first town, having set up camp halfway through the field on the way to the large forest they had to cross. The new chapter opened with them waking up and making their way to the treeline. In the background, there was apparently a constant, distant buzzing sound. Suddenly, a battle started: they had taken a wrong turn and a raspberry bush beside the path, dotted with ripe, red fruits, sprang to life. Vines with massive flowers lashed out at the party members, trying to grab at all of them and tickling whoever they managed to drag close. One of the flowers seemed to nuzzle into a mage’s neck, and they shrieked with laughter as their magic went haywire.

Oh. “Raspberry” bushes. That’s just unfair.

Somehow, a fight with a corrupted plant was giving them all sorts of hell, but the background made it very clear that the buzzing sound hadn’t stopped. If anything, it was getting louder with each panel. Someone shouted way too late, and no one seemed prepared for the swarm of bees that started to surround them. Giggles and laughter were amplified through the entire team as the little bugs buzzed against them with their wings and bodies, but it was quickly broken by yelps when it became clear that the overwhelming tickles were a front for sneaky sting attacks that drained everyone’s health. There was an air of panic, the team argued as they scrambled for ideas.

“What are you smiling at?”

Tamaki flinched, nearly dropping his phone as he heard Mirio’s voice. He looked up to find his boyfriend with a hint of panic in his eyes.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you; I was curious.”

Tamaki smiled, but he was quick to scoop up his phone and stash it while Mirio moved to unlock his dorm. “It’s not your fault. I get kind of caught up in some stories.”

“Those are the best stories though, right?” Mirio grinned, holding the door open and passing Tamaki the bag as he walked by.

He chuckled softly, shifting his hands carefully around the heat of the food inside the bag as he tried to look into the opening. Tamaki’s eyes lit up slightly as he stared. “You asked him for wontons…”

“Hey, you’re peeking.” Mirio teased, closing the door and jogging to grab his laptop. “You told me you haven’t had them since your parents’ favorite Chinese place closed, remember?”

Tamaki actually didn’t remember, not that conversation at least. But Mirio had. Tamaki kind of felt like he might cry.

Within ten minutes, they were cuddled up on Mirio’s bed, watching a pretty goofy animated romance movie on his laptop while carefully eating out of each other’s bento boxes between more emotional scenes.

“Do you think—” Mirio flinched a bit as he nearly dropped the noodles he was about to put in his mouth. “Do you think, if you were a princess, and I was your knight, we’d still fall in love?”

“Not if you talk with your mouth full.” Tamaki murmured, smiling as Mirio ruffled his hair at the comment. “But…I don’t really doubt it. You’d probably still be just as charming.”

“And you’d still look amazing in a dress.”

Tamaki covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to stifle his giggles as he leaned into Mirio’s side.

The movie was kind of adorable. Nothing so groundbreaking, but it felt like scene after scene of heartwarming nonsense. The only real conflict seemed to be keeping the King and Queen from discovering how much the Knight and Princess loved each other. Halfway through the movie, the dashing knight came scaling up the ivy on the castle wall—as he had done a few times before at a well-established secret meeting time—only to find the princess’s balcony empty. He called into her room in a raised whisper, only to notice her reaching out from under layers of blankets and pillows on her bed. Her voice was choked and raw as she beckoned him. She was clearly ill, and more clearly unhappy about it. He cooed to her playfully, and the pout was audible in her voice as she spoke. He offered to cuddle, taunted her with offered kisses, only for her to chide him with the obvious possibility of passing on her illness. He paced casually around the bed, his aura mischievous as she whined a bit sadly. He went quiet, and she called for him, worried he had left. He let her believe that for a few seconds as he carefully shifted the blankets at the foot of the bed and—

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait! Shit!

The Knight lunged suddenly, and the princess yelped as he snatched her ankle and scribbled his fingers across her foot. The blankets shifted a bit wildly, and barely stifled laughter leaked out from the blanket pile along with giggly protests and fake threats as her ankle tried to pull away. He teasingly reminded her how late it was—how they were usually so careful and quiet during these meetings—right before he scratched under her toes. A squeal almost missed being muffled into a pillow as it escaped her throat, and the Knight’s playful laugh was interrupted by a frightened glance over his shoulder as footsteps approached the princess’s door. In a panic, he scrambled under the blankets with her, and she stared at him in shock, giggling in disbelief as he silently motioned her to be quiet. When it was clear that she couldn’t, he aimed fluttery scribbles at her stomach and sides as if hinting at some consequences or just trying to wring all her giggles out before they finally heard the door open.

Tamaki Amajiki was having at least five flavors of heart attack. Why did they have to pick a random movie? Why did this scene have to be so stupid and cute? Why did it kinda sound like someone was actually tickling that voice actress to get that laughter? And why the hell did this have to happen today?!

Just…Just breathe. It really is just cute. It was pretty innocent; there was a sappy, cuddly love sticking to the whole scene. The way they looked at each other as the Princess tried to talk the worried attendant into leaving without checking under the blankets. And the way her voice got squeaky and nervous when the Knight wiggled his fingers tauntingly at her. Tamaki’s cheeks were burning from the blush, but he felt the smile pulling his lips as he settled himself. The bright grin on Mirio’s face helped a little, but Tamaki blinked and glanced away when he realized he was staring up at him.

The Knight and Princess sighed as the attendant left the room, smiling at each other playfully before it melted into pure fondness as he pulled her into his arms. They held each other tight, nuzzling softly where they could. There was a beat where they stared into each other’s eyes…and then they kissed. Her hand softly rested on his cheek, and Tamaki flinched just a bit when Mirio snuck a kiss on the back of his hand, his blush growing darker as he smiled brighter. The Princess suddenly pulled away, giving her lover a playful tap on the shoulder as she suddenly remembered why they weren’t supposed to kiss in the first place. The Knight was just a bit smug, poking her nose as he insisted it was worth it. She rolled her eyes, but she smirked and lashed her hands out to start tickling along the hem of his tunic. Turns out he was hardly any better at staying quiet than she was.

Tamaki sighed quietly, letting himself lean on Mirio’s shoulder. The scene finally cut to sunrise, where the Knight reluctantly pried himself away from the still sleeping Princess and escaped the obviously stifling heat of the blanket pile. He still seemed groggy himself as he walked out to the balcony to retrieve his boots and belt before making the precarious climb back down the ivy and rushing back to the barracks.

“There’s that smile again~” Mirio leaned to thump his chin gently on Tamaki’s head before moving to nuzzle into his cheek. “That was adorable, huh?”

 Tamaki let a few giggles slip out as Mirio’s arm wrapped around his back and pulled him in tight. A squeak managed to escape when Mirio’s hand squeezed his side, and he covered his mouth before he could stop himself. He felt his partner looking down at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up.

“Oh~?” Mirio asked playfully, and his fingers curled where they rested on Tamaki’s side. Oh, this could not be happening. Not that he didn’t kind of want it to happen; and not like it’d even be the first time it happened; but Tamaki was kind of extremely overwhelmed, so if the universe could pump the brakes a little, it’d be great. His heart felt warm, his soul basking in the light of his Sun.

Mirio’s free arm came to wrap around him as his fingers crawled, his other hand gripping at Tamaki’s wrist when he tried to squirm. He managed to scratch his nails quickly up under Tamaki’s arm, smiling at the squeal it pulled out.

Suddenly, Tamaki felt his arms itching again; felt those thorns piercing his skin. He thought he saw rose petals on the red parts of the blanket.

“N-No!” He cried out, struggling aggressively before realizing what he’d done.

“Hey, hey, whoa…” Mirio pulled away slightly, holding his hands up innocently before moving one to flick on the lamp on his headboard. “It's just me. Is that okay?”

Tamaki had cringed at the light, rubbing his palms over his arms and taking shaky breaths. “I—I’m sorry… It’s just—I wasn’t—’m sorry.”

Mirio tapped one finger lightly on one of Tamaki’s hands, a proverbial slap on the wrist. “No apologies. Boundaries are good.” He set his fingers between Tamaki’s, but he didn’t try to grab or even squeeze his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tamaki tipped his head and shoulders back and forth. Yes and no.

Mirio hummed, moving his free hand to pause the movie. “Is it about the bad dreams you had?”

There was a long pause. He was a bit hesitant to admit it, but he forced himself to nod.

Mirio went still for a moment; pieces were falling into place. Tamaki leaned into him as he shifted closer. “It was that dream again, wasn’t it? About her?”

Tamaki hugged him, and Mirio held on tight. It would never cease to amaze him just how often Mirio remembered the smallest things. He had no memory of talking about the dream; he specifically remembered telling himself to keep it a secret. Maybe his mind had deleted that bit of information, since he’d betrayed himself so much. Maybe he admitted it during a panic attack.

“I can’t even stand up to a memory…” He murmured. A shiver ran down his back as Mirio pet his hair.

“I don’t mind protecting you again.” He said with a shrug. “If you want me to. Even if it’s just a dream; I promised she wouldn’t hurt you anymore.”

Tamaki took a breath through his nose, letting it out in a tired sigh. She…She had just been some neighbor kid; she didn’t even go to school with them, just lived with her grandparents up the road from where the kids liked to gather. Maybe a year after he and Mirio had met, she appeared. Her Quirk let her grow roses and thorn-covered vines wherever she touched. She loved to put the flowers in her hair, and she was the type to behave as if the entire world loved her no matter what she did. Tamaki had always liked being tickled. It was never a secret. But one day, she just appeared on the playground; she just declared Tamaki was the weird tickle kid. She intimidated everyone; she tormented Tamaki, mocked him and anyone who tried to step in whenever she got a chance.

The only one she could never get to was Mirio. His Quirk meant that her thorns would always slip right through him; her vines could never keep hold of him, and he never just stood by and watched. He was just there. For everyone. For Tamaki.

A choked little squeak escaped Tamaki’s mouth when Mirio squeezed him tighter. Oh, right. He was in Mirio’s dorm room. Because they were in high school now. They’d grown up, and they hadn’t even seen her in years.

“I admit I’d forgotten for a minute.” Mirio murmured against the side of his head. “It just reminded me how we used to tickle you, and you’d get the biggest smile, even though you still acted just as shy after we stopped. Remember we ‘tortured’ you into telling us all your favorite things, and then Mikito made you that painting for your birthday?”

Tamaki still had pictures of that painting. He really hoped the real thing was still buried in the attic.

“And remember we went on a hunt for your favorite candy, and we found that giant cat?”

It was giant by cat standards, and very heavy by cat standards too. It loved nuzzling all of them with its fuzzy fur, and the others had teased him playfully when he got half pinned underneath its weight and his neck got tickled by its tail. It chased them demanding attention and love anytime they tried to go to that little snack shop.

Mirio snorted, just barely stopping himself. “Do you remember Giggle Button?” The poke he snuck on Tamaki’s stomach felt unnecessary, but he flinched just slightly and giggled. It was just a silly game they played: self-explanatory and simple, but he remembered adoring it more because Mirio had made it up specifically for him.

He squeezed Mirio closer, his voice feeling choked with his affection. “I love you…” He murmured.

“Love you, too, Tama.”

There was a moment of quiet, and Tamaki eventually reached to rewind the movie to where they’d gotten distracted. “…Do you think, um… Is it a bad time to ask now?”

“Do you want me to tickle you?” Mirio’s eyes had lit up excitedly, but he kept his smile calm.

Tamaki smiled back, just barely hinting a nod before Mirio half-tackled him against the bed. A kiss was pressed to the side of his neck as fingers scribbled quickly up his stomach to his ribs. He squealed as wary giggles burst into soft laughter, and his hands automatically flailed for purchase against Mirio’s wrists. His fingers slowed, but he chuckled as he spoke purposefully into Tamaki’s neck.

“Is that ‘stop’?” His voice was playful as Tamaki squeaked from the vibration. He already knew the answer.

He could barely shake his head with the way it was buried in pillows, but he laughed brightly as ten fingers shoved into his armpits. Mirio was quick to straddle his thighs before he could kick, and they both knew he could still kick.

“That’s definitely the smile I remember, Tama-chan~” Mirio teased, resting his palms on Tamaki’s stomach as he leaned to kiss his forehead before scribbling his fingers.

It was definitely the feeling Tamaki remembered too. When he knew the teasing was playful. When fingers drew pictures on his stomach and skipped up his ribs and fluttered behind his ears. When someone searched for the spots that made him smile instead of spots that made him scream. When he knew he was loved.

And in the end, the Knight proved that he was the Princess’s truest love.

#a panda writes a thing #tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa #squealing santa 2023 #my hero academia #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki

[tickling-giggles]

I have tickle head cannons for sir nighteye!

•The only people who know sir nighteye is ticklish is deku, mirio, and all might.

• his worst tickle spot is his inner thighs

•When ever sir nighteye is really mad deku of mirio will poke his sides just to mess with him.

•There was one time nighteye's tickle hell got used against him. Let me explain one time mirio and deku grabbed nighteye when he didn't expect it and they shoved him in the tickle machine. Yeah let's just say it didn't go well.

Now let's get in to how They found out he was ticklish

•one time mirio was fighting sir nighteye and nighteye was going easy on him by not using his quirk. Well mirio had him pinned at one point and by accident squeezed nighteye's thigh obviouslly this mad nighteye jump. And mirio told deku.

•All might had found out while he was working with nighteye and poked his side.

Yep these are all the tickle head cannons I have but I will have more at some point. BYEBYE!!!

Omg you should totally make a TK HEADCANON post on sir night eye you’ve got really good Headcanons 🤭

#kiara answers #anon hcs #lee!sir nighteye #Ler!mirio #ler!allmight #Ler!deku

[thelaughtercafe]

Tickle Headcanon Masterlist

Some notes:

A * means NSFT/suggestive

The names behind the titles mention who tickles who (the lers are before the / and the lees after) if it’s needed.

Assassination Classroom

Ler Karma Akabane headcanons

Black Butler

Sebastian finding out Ciel is ticklish

Creepypasta

BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, and Dr. Locklear finding out you/their victim have a tickle kink*

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Makoto and Byakuya figuring out you’re ticklish

Leon Taka and Mondo figuring out you’re ticklish

Hina and non despair! Junko finding out you’re ticklish

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Hajime, Fuyuhiko, and Nagito figuring out you’re ticklish

Reader finding out Togami and Peko are ticklish

Gundham and Kazuichi finding out you’re ticklish

Mikan finding out you’re ticklish

Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony

Kiibo Lee headcanons

Ler! Shuichi/Lee! Korekiyo headcanons

Durarara!!!

Lee Kadota

Final Fantasy XIV

Elf Boys and Thancred finding out you’re ticklish*

Fruits Basket

Ler Yuki and Momiji

Ler Hatsuharu. Ler Kyo, and Ler Shigure*

Fullmetal Alchemist (03)

Edward and Alphonse finding out you like being tickled

Heathers(Movie)

Heather/Veronica

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

What types of Lers Kiro, Lucien, Victor, Gavin, Helios, Shaw, and Ares are

My Hero Academia

Lers Izuku and Mirio

Soul Eater

Ler Soul, Maka, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, Patty and Stein

Total Drama Island

Ler Duncan

#tlc: tickle headcanons #tickling #tickle headcanons #tickle headcanon masterlist #tickles #tlc: masterlist

[mythica0]

A/N: second fic! Please send me ideas for any of the fandoms on my fandom list!

Fandom; MHA (my hero academia)

Lee!Tamaki, Ler! Mirio

Summary: Tamaki is worried about final exams, Mirio helps.

Don’t worry, be happy

Tamaki was worried. This was nothing new, he struggled with his anxiety on the regular. But today it was so much worse. The class had a big practical test coming up and Tamaki was beating himself up, thinking he was gonna do horribly .

“I’m gonna do so bad at this” He muttered. Little did he know, Mirio happened to be passing Tamaki’s room at the time, and heard him. The former burst into the ladders room and said “No. nope. Nuh uh. Not happening .”

“Wha-?”

“No beating yourself up on my watch!” Mirio exclaimed and he came over and pulled Amajiki into a hug. “You’re gonna do *amazing* and don’t you forget it.” He said as he started scribbling against Tamaki’s sides .

“Heheeheee! Mihihirihoho!”

“What? I know that this helps you! I’m just trying to make you happy!” He said as he started poking against his sides, making Tamaki smile and huff out laughter .

And although Tamaki would never admit it, Mirio had a point. Being tickled always helped to cheer him up, it was nice to be able to laugh despite was his mind tells him. It was like a big ‘F You!’ To his anxiety. So , instead of arguing , he just laughed cheerfully .

“C’mon, say something nice about yourself! You know how this goes!”

“I cahahahahahahant!” As Tamaki said those words , he felt the poking speed up to light squeezing and ticklish sensation shot through his whole torso.

“That’s okay! Then I’ll just keep tickling , and tickling, and tickling until your a giggly mess that can’t think bad of himself! “

He blushed at the teasing and giggled harder . His smile was so big and his sides were starting to hurt from laughing so long, but he didn’t mind. He always felt the most at ease like this.

“Aww, you look so happy!”

“Dohohohon’t tehehease mehe!” He whined out.

“You know you love it” Tamaki blushed even further at his best friends words .

The soft, gentle tickling was making him lightly giggle in his best freinds arms . He felt truly relaxed and happy there. A beautiful contrast to his depressed thoughts from earlier.

“Look at you! All smiley and giggly!”

This went on for a while, The suneater softly giggling with Mirio and relaxing until he finally said “ohohokaahy. I thihihink Ihihim dohohone nohow “

“Alrighty then!”Mirio said, as his hands came to a standstill.

“Thahank yohou. “ Tamaki shyly said. He had needed this. After that point, Tamaki couldn’t stop smiling , and it felt great to be truly happy. He was gonna do amazing on that practical.

#parrotwrites #lee!tamaki #ler!mirio #sfw tickle community #mha tickles

[wreckingtickles]

Hello hello! I’m not sure if you’ve done him yet but maybe Midoriya for the ask game? He gives off such lee vibes to me it’s crazy and I would love to read what you think!

Ah, Midoriya... he's that unfortunate combination of adorable and extremely sensitive that ensures everyone around him wants to see him squeal, yelp, and jump. I previously mentioned that Kaminari freaks out when tickled because he's just that big of a drama queen: with Izuku, no, he's just that ticklish. Whether ye be boy or girl, lad or lass, guy or gal, bully or doll, you will feel compelled to see him squirm, which was probably a bit of a recurring thing at school. Bakugo might be Kirishima's favorite lee, but Deku had to be the most frequent... and a bunch of other people's no. 1 target.

Tumblr has sold me on his worst spot being his hips/V-line, followed by his feet and pits. Which is kind of cool because, top, bottom, middle.

As for a scenario, I could talk about his classmates ganging up on him, or Mei designing a weird machine, or the bullying he suffered when he was younger, but I don't wanna. So I'll say two things.

As an intern in Sir's office, Izuku got put in the machine multiple times. Like, that's as close to canon as you can get, we didn't see it happen, but come on! Then, I like to think that Mirio also took it upon himself to enforce ticklish consequence. He even came up with punishment tiers: 1 is the machine, 2 is the machine but shirtless, 3 and 4 is Mirio himself doing the tickling (4 is shirtless/sockless), 5 and 6 is both the machine and Mirio at the same time (with 6 being, again, shirtless and sockless). And I'm afraid even Mirio would come to enjoy it lol

2. I'll build off the Bakugo headcanon and say that Toga got a taste for it and thought about dear Izuku, as she's definitely not immune to his charm. So she turns into Uraraka or Mei, gets him nice and tied down, reveals her true colors, and confuses the hell out of him by tickling him until he passes out. Oh, how she'd love to see just how bad each and every spot is, how far she can push him... I know this isn't original, but if the red shoe fits...

Lastly, I've recently written a story with Midoriya as a lee, though with it being NSFW, it may not be visible to a lot of people.

#my headcanons #mha tickle #bnha tickle #lee!midoriya #lee!deku

[burningablaze]

Mirio x Fem!Reader - A Favor

A/N: I think this was truly a masterpiece in my eyes. I loved writing every second of this. Thank you to the person that sent me this kind of request. And yes I know the POV is third person but I thought I could switch things up a tad

Summary: You have always been shy asking Mirio for stuff especially when it comes to tickles. Even though Mirio has told you plenty of times to don’t be too nervous about it, you can’t help yourself. Your laugh was another thing to be shy about

Relationship: S/O

Ler: Mirio

Lee: Reader

Words: 1,269

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It’s happening again. Y/N wanted tickles. The only thing is she’s too shy to ask for them. However, Mirio, her significant other, understands this.

She taps her fingers while staring at the ceiling. She sighed, thinking about what to do. Should she ask Mirio? Is he okay giving out tickles to Y/N? Should Y/N wait it out? She won’t know for sure until she asks Mirio.

Y/N took a breath of courage, got up from the bed, and walked out of the bedroom. She spotted Mirio sitting on the couch as he strolled through his phone. Y/N peeked from the corner and twirled her fingers, deciding if asking him was the right time.

“Oh hey, sweetheart. Whatchu doing?” Mirio said out of nowhere. He gave away his generous smile like always. Y/N sighed and came out of hiding. “N-Nothing much. What are you doing?” She asked and slowly made her way to the couch.

“Just looking over some emails. I’m kinda bored, to be honest.” Mirio said. Y/N began to blush and sat down gently next to Mirio. “Everything alright? You look bored yourself.” Mirio said and wrapped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder. She looked away and twirled her thumbs together in a circle.

Mirio leaned his head to the side. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. Without saying a word, Y/N grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. Mirio blinked. “Are you having a stomachache? Wait! You have cramps?”

Poor Y/N. Mirio wasn’t getting the hint just yet. She covered her face and showed Mirio her hand. She made a slight squeezing motion while imitating her fingers as claws. “Ooh! You wanted tickles!” Mirio exclaimed.

Hearing the word tickle from Mirio’s mouth made Y/N clench up, but not in a bad way. She just gets flustered so easily. “Honey, when was the last time I said you don’t have to be nervous about asking me? You know I’m always happy to do it. It’s adorable!” Mirio comforted.

“I know, but it feels…” “Embarrassing?” “Not embarrassing… just…” “A little uncomfortable?” “Something like that.”

Mirio grasped her hands into his. “Sweetie, I love tickling you because it makes you so happy, and I love seeing you happy. I love hearing your giggles and seeing that beautiful smile on your face. It’s something I get to see every day, and it makes me feel like I’m doing something right for you.”

Y/N loves how Mirio uses his words, especially getting sweet for her. She smiled uncontrollably as Mirio was getting closer and closer to her as he was talking.

“Stohohop!” She giggled and quickly covered her mouth. “Did you want tickles now?” Mirio asked. Y/N blushed slightly and nodded. “Here, lay your back in my lap.” He patted his thigh.

Y/N laid across his lap comfortably. Mirio slid her shirt up just enough to show her belly. “Gentle as usual?” He asked. Y/N nodded. Mirio began to lower his hands to Y/N’s belly and wiggled his fingers, gentle as he said. Y/N’s belly twitched as Mirio’s fingers crawled every inch. She covered her mouth to hold her laugh in. That was another problem.

Mirio had never thought Y/N would be embarrassed of her laugh. She would always hold her giggles every time Mirio tickled her, but he knew how to break her. He told her multiple times that there was no reason to hide her laugh, but it seemed there was no way to convince her.

Y/N squirmed while her hands muffled her giggles. “Come on, let me hear that laugh.” Mirio teased. Y/N shook her head. “If I can’t make you laugh by tickling your tummy, then maybe I can make you laugh by tickling your sides.” Mirio scribbled his fingers to her sides. Her quiet squeak says it all.

Mirio knew that her sides were a little more sensitive than her belly. He started squeezing her sides. Y/N had to hold her mouth with one hand and used the other to push Mirio’s hand away. Mirio seized her moving hand and held it down right by her head.

“Come on, Y/N, I know you want to laugh. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Let me see that pretty smile of yours!”

Poor Y/N had to endure the tickling from this teasing monster. She didn’t expect it would tickle this much. With this much teasing involved, she was getting more flustered by the second.

Mirio switched places from her sides to her belly again and then to the sides of the belly. At that moment, Mirio could’ve sworn he heard a chuckle. Y/N had her eyes squinted, and her body shook from laughing silently.

“Let it out, baby. You know you don’t have to be afraid of your laugh.” Mirio said passionately. “Or do I have to keep tickling this ticklish tummy of yours?” He gently clawed his fingers into her tummy, making tiny vibrations.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehe Miriohohohohohoho!” Y/N let go of her mouth and held onto Mirio’s wrists. Mirio gasped playfully. “I broke the spell! Now more tickles is on the way!” He continued to tickle her belly while squeezing her side.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohohoho!” “No, what? I can’t understand while you're being too cute!” “Mirio wahahahahahait!”

Mirio realized that he needed to stop, assuming Y/N was getting overwhelmed and needed a break.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Y/N’s face was blushing more than ever, and she slightly curled herself. “What’s wrong?” Mirio asked.

“I wasn’t supposed to laugh.” She said. “Is it because…” “I don’t like my laugh.” Y/N looked away. “But I do,” Mirio gently brought her face back to look at her properly. “I do love your laugh. I love seeing you have fun. I don’t know what made you think like that otherwise.”

Y/N frowned. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I know it’s hard, but I’m here to help. Do you want to continue?”

Feeling a little better, Y/N nodded. Mirio laid her back down on his lap. “If you really want me to stop, just use the stoplight signals.” “Okay.”

Mirio lifted her shirt again and let his fingers dance all over her tummy. Y/N was comfortable enough to giggle softly. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha,”

“See? Is that better? Letting those build-up giggles out. Tickle, tickle, tickle.” “Ehehehehehehehehehehehehe!” “Did I get a good spot? Where does it tickle more, over here or over this way?”

Y/N never knew that Mirio would be such a good teaser; she loved it anyways. Her laughs and squeals were getting louder, and Mirio loved it. Y/N shrieked when Mirio used his nails to skitter around her belly button.

She arched her back and squirmed side to side. “Ahahahahahahahahahaha it tihihihickles!” “And you seem to enjoy it! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Y/N felt comfortable not hiding her laugh. Mirio felt his heart melting of how much fun Y/N was having. She didn’t felt embarrassed or upset. It was nice getting out of her comfort zone.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehe!” “You are just so cute!” Mirio poked around her sides. Y/N curled her arms close to her chest, trying very hard not to push Mirio’s hands away. She was enjoying it too much.

Mirio slows down a little. “How you doing?” He asked. Y/N snickered. “Gohohohood,” “Am I good to keep going?” He asked. She nodded. Mirio smiled and lightly scratched her ribs.

After a couple of moments, Y/N asked Mirio to stop. He cradled her while she was breathing gently. “You alright, Y/N?” Mirio asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Mirio.”

Mirio smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m glad. I want you to do me a favor; I want you to keep laughing more. It’s beautiful and cute.”

#mha mirio #ler!mirio #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #mirio x reader #mha requested fic

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Hii! Since your sentence starters are open, would you mind writing "Aren't you Kirishima's friend" with lee bakugou, and mirio also tamaki as the lers hehehe

The angst gods are among me this week ajerakjeaejakr

Oo, I gotcha anon! This was really fun to make!

Tw: Swearing, angst

“Aren’t you Kirishima’s friend?” The question was innocent enough. They had only just met today, afterall.

Still, that didn’t make the sting of just being Kirishima’s “friend” hurt any less.

“Mind your own business, squid!” Bakugou snapped, startling the other and gaining the attention of Mirio nearby.  “Whoa there, hot shot. That wasn’t very nice.” Mirio walked over, hands on his hips. “Apologize.”

“Screw you! I didn’t come here to talk about my life- I’m just here to do the training mission. Can we get on with it already?” He snarled, internally kicking himself. Why was he so angry suddenly?

Mirio and Tamaki shared a look, confusion mixing with their annoyance at the blonde’s attitude. “The mission can wait- come here.” Mirio walked over and pulled an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders, undeterred when he tried to shove him off. “What’s wrong? You’re acting pissy today.”

“Nothing is wrong- I just want to get this over with!” His blood was boiling, god he wanted to blow something up. Anything then being here.“Let me go. Now.”

“Yeesh, you're feisty. Kirishima was right about you” He turned to Tamaki. “Fiesty as they come. His boyfriend was right on the money, wasn’t he Tamaki?”

“Boyfriend? Oh….Oh!” Tamaki blinked, a hand to his mouth as he realized his mistake. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-” Tamaki hid in his hood, guilt radiating off of him. “I- your Kirishima’s boyfriend! Right!”

“He…didn’t tell you?” Bakugou felt his insides deflating. Was Kirishima embarrassed by him?

“What? No! No, he did! He talks about you all the time!” Tamaki scrambled upon seeing the sad look crossing Bakugou’s expression. “The way he goes on and on about you- that was on me! I’m sorry!” Tamaki felt himself shrink.

“It’s fine…er, I’m sorry too.” He grunted, any anger he felt from earlier tempering down to disappointment. “Let’s just…let’s just forget about it.”

Mirio looked between the pair, not liking the sudden melancholy that settled over them both. Time to fix this up.

“Now now, we can’t have our little team going into battle looking like this.” He smiled as he pulled Bakugou closer, practically pinning him to his chest. “Tamaki, I think we should do it.”

Tamaki peeked out from his hood, eyes widening. “Are you sure?”

Mirio nodded with a wink. “Certain.”

“What the hell are you two going on about-Eh!” The blonde yelped when he felt a pinch to his side. “C-Cut that out! Let me gohohohoho!” The pinch brought another, and then more, and now Mirio was gently squeezing his side playfully until the blonde was a mess of laughter. “Aww! Someone’s ticklish, huh? How sweet! Tamaki, get in on this!” He grinned.

“Er-eh. O-Okay!” He nodded, walking up nervously. “P-Prepare yourself! Here comes Tamaki’s cheer up tickles!” He reached out and gently tickled the other’s ribs, earning even more giggles and laughs from the explosive blonde. “Fuuhuhuhuhuuuhuhck! Coohohohoohohohme oohohoohhoohohohn!” He wheezed, earning a soft chuckle from the shy hero. “Kirishima really did say he swears a lot.” He mused.

"And that he has a heart of gold.” Mirio added.

“And how he can be a real sweetheart to him.”

“And how he’s a a kindhearted, wonderful boyfriend-”

“Ohoohohohohohkay ohohohohoohokay I gehehehheheht iihihihihihit!” Bakugou cried out, his face heated from the tickles or from what Kirishima said about him he didn’t know. Eventually the pair let him go, watching him sink to his knees as he collected himself. “Ahehehee…hhehehee…fuuuhuhuhuck…” He groaned, making the pair snort. “Hehee…he really said all that?” He found himself asking.

“Of course, and lots of other things too.” Tamaki kneeled beside him, his smile small but kind. “He loves you. Truly. Please don’t let my fumbling make you think anything else, okay?”

Bakugou nodded, shoving the other lightly. “Yohou suck at tahalking.” He grinned, making Tamaki laugh.

Mirio felt his heart warm, happy to see they were okay once again. “Alright boys, let’s go!” He helped them to their feet. “Time to kick some butt!”

#sentence starters #mha/bnha #katsuki bakugou #mirio togata #tamaki amakiji #tickle #tickle dabble #angst #angst with a fluffy ending #implied Kiribaku

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For Bakugo, I'm on the "feet are his worst spot" bandwagon because 1- he's the only one who kept his shoes on during the cavalry battle, it's way too noticeable 2- he of course wants others not to think he's ticklish, so the spots he can't ignore have to be hard to reach. But other HCs are valid, I'm also partial to the upper ribs one! Anyway, any thoughts on hawt boi Mirio?

ahh it is so wonderful that everyone has their own passionate thoughts on this matter (ෆˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈ෆ) and everyone pays attention to details that might match their case, so that is cute too. having a more hidden deathly ticklish spot makes sense for bakugo, so i can see from your point of view.

ahh mirio-kun… i have not read my hero past where toga-chan’s quirk was revealed, so my knowledge of his is not a strong as it may be for others. but he is an optimistic and sunshiney type… honestly, i would imagine him to be ticklish just everywhere ! but i would also imagine him to have fun with it and to be quite charming while laughing ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ totally cute !!

#tamakucha shaberu #egg talk #kusugutama

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Iida and Eri

Eri was kind of scared of him running so fast because she thought he was gonna run her over (omg 😭)

After eri was saved and got out of the hospital, Mirio tried to tickle her but obviously she didn't smile. After Eri smiled Mirio didn't try to tickle her again but Iida did.

would probably say something like "The most efficient way to make a child laugh is by tickling them" because he's Iida. Eri would laugh SO HARD. 100% ticklish.

#mha #my hero academia

[gh0stchoir]

They arrived back at UA soon enough. Filo b-lined for Tao, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him to her room. Tamaki frowned a bit. Great, he intimidated her so much she ran away the first chance she got, probably to complain to her boyfriend and get comforted by him. With a sigh, he presented the snacks to Mirio and Hado, ignoring the stinging feeling in his chest. Probably too many people, the stress from having to go shopping during prime-time and now being a babysitter. That had to be it. Tao, up in Filo's room, was dying. Not literally, but it felt like it. Filo had ignored his questions what was going on, just dragged him to her room and pushed him on the bed. He squeaked when she straddled him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them above his head, before shoving a hand under his shirt. "Uh, uhm, Filo?!", he asked, more than confused. Filo hummed, starring him down. "Revenge, Mister", was the only warning, before she started to mercilessly tickle his armpits and stomach. So yes, Tao was dying.

"Y-you monster!" He finally was able to huff out, after the many minutes of practically torture! Filo seemed content now. She threw a glare to him. "Well I wasn't the one who forced the other to go on an awkward walk to the store with their crush!" She retorted. Tao caught his breath, now shakey from being tickled so much. He let out a sigh and shook his head. "You need to get closer to him, after all you can't get with him if you're never near him. At least I didn't lock you in a broom closet or something with him!" Filo only deflated against her bed. She definitely planned on getting back at her friend, seeing as the tickling was only a little bit of revenge. "I'm only trying to help, you know. Right now he's in the common area without you. You can still use the time to hang out with him." Tao smiled.

The idea that she would have to go back and be right next to Tamaki froze her. She was barely even able to compose herself whilst walking right next to him! But she didn't want to be rude and just leave the trio all alone. She sighed and stood. "Fine..but don't think I'll ever forget this. And also." She looked back at Tao. "Don't expect me not to tell everyone that you're really ticklish now!" Tao rushed after her, now blushing from embarrassment. "E-eh?! You said you wouldn't tell anyone!" He quickly followed after.

#ace—♡