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Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)
A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: Dabi, Hawks
Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet
Lee: Hawks
Ler: Dabi
Word Count: 3,093
Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.
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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on.
“Watch your back, birdie.”
He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably?
"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me,"
he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.
He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.
With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture.
The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.
Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.
Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera.
Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.
Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.
Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.
"The hell are you doing?"
Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.
"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.
"I- uh- I- it.."
Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,
"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."
A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."
"Yes you did,"
Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,
"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."
“Ah,”
Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,
“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”
“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”
Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.
“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.
“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”
The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks,
"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"
The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer.
When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily,
“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”
“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”
Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.
“Well?” Dabi breathed,
“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”
The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.
Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.
Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.
“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.
“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”
Dabi chuckled coldly,
“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”
Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.
“So what’re you gonna do?”
He snapped at the villain,
“Kill me?”
“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”
Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,
“I wonder…”
Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.
And then…
“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”
Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.
“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”
“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”
“What’s it look like, you moron?"
Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.
“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”
Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,
“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”
“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”
Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,
“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”
Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other.
He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.
It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.
And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.
“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”
Dabi chuckled after a while,
“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”
“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”
The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.
“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.
Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,
“I told you I was just getting started,”
He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,
“I really am curious about these~.”
Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.
“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”
“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,
“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”
“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”
Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,
“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”
The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.
Why did he love this feeling so much?
Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.
“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”
After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.
The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter,
“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”
“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”
“Can you not say it?”
Dabi frowned,
“Say what?”
“Tickle.”
The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,
“I don’t like saying it.”
“Why? Does it fluster you~?”
“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,
“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”
Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.
“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.
“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,”
Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,
“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”
The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,
“These photos. They’re really cute,”
He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,
“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”
“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.
Hawks grinned and sighed fondly.
Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks.
He chuckled and shook his head,
“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”
Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.
The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm.
The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,
“So, why are you up so late?”
Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.
“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”
Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,
“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”
The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,
“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”
“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”
“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,
“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”
“I… dont–”
“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”
Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…
"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"
Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,
"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”
he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.
“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.
Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,
“Do you?”
Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,
“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”
With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.
As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?
…Did he regret his own choices?
Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end.
His chest felt tight again.
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Raichiii your writing is so gooodd!!! You're talented hehehe. Anyway I have a sudden funny idea that i'll be very grateful if you can turn into fic. I'm thinking the league of villain kidnap bakugou (just like in the anime), to persuade bakugou to join the LOV. Luckily the pro hero hawks is there (in disguise just like in the anime also)! Because hawks scared that LOV will use persuasion method that will harm bakugou, hawks adviced & suggested tickling instead because it's harmless lol
Lee bakugou, lers hawks & LOV (platonic & no foot tickling if possible), have a nice dayy!!
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My Hero Academia: An alternative solution.
You lot just loooove seeing him suffer, don't ya? XD Same 0-0 Sorry for the lack of some lov characters, I'm not sure about writing for those guys just yet 🫣
Summary: Tiggle fic. Bakugo has once again been captured by the LOV, now under the name Paranormal Liberation Front. Things look dire for the teen until a certain familiar bird-looking hero shows up to subtly aid the kidnapped victim.
Lee Bakugo, Lers Hawks, Dabi, Toga, Twice.
Tw: Mild swearing, possible spoilers, mentions of knifes, restraints, over-stimulation
12/02/23
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"I say we drain him dry~ After losing a couple of pints I'm sure he'd be more willing to cooperate." Himiko grinned, pressing the flat of her knife against Bakugos chin, lifting his head towards the light. He was still a little groggy from whatever they'd managed to shoot him with. It could have been another quirk, but that didn't matter right now.
"Naaah, after the trouble he caused last time, we should burn the message into him. Make sure it leaves a lasting reminder of who he's up against if he doesn't want to join." Dabi chuckled, raising a small ember to the side of the ash blonde's face. The heat just licking his skin.
Bakugo just glared back, unable to move. They had the poor boy strapped into a different kind of chair this time. The seat part was normal, but the upper half of the chair was 'T' shaped, with his arms stretched out to the sides along the frame. Buckles along his upper arms, elbows and wrists held him firmly in place, with his hands trapped inside some kind of quirk nullifying blocks. They must've gotten this tech from ReDestro. He felt exposed. Only wearing his black tee, pyjama shorts and sneakers.
There were more straps, one across his chest, one on each thigh and another one holding each ankle. He was stuck good. They definitely had more painful plans for the boy this time.
"No!" Twice joined. "Let's just break every bone! Start with his toes- No this is far too cruel- He has it coming!"
"Woooah, woooah, everyone just take a breather, hey?" A cool voice interrupted, Dabi giving an irritated huff as he turned towards the voice. "The fuck are you doing here, Hawks?"
Hawks? Bakugos eyes snapped wide open, staring in disbelief. It's Hawks. He's really here. With the PLF. Why? What's he up to?
Hawks stepped in, smiling casually at the boy. "Long time no see, Bakugo." He waved.
"Hawks... The hell are you doing with-"
"All will be explained later, kid. Now, this is quite the tricky situation you've found yourself in, ain't it?" He chuckled, circling the chair in which Bakugo was bound. "Naww, look, they really did a number on you didn't they? All sleepy. Bless." He placed a hand on Bakugos back, pressing gently in a pattern, using code to let him know he was safe.
Toga frowned, pointing her knife again. "We just wanna convert him. He should be on our side! He's not as cute as Deku, but he is strong."
"Convert and befriend him by.... hurting him?" Hawks questioned with a raised brow. Bakugo gave him a side glance, wondering what he was up to.
"Uh, yeah? How else are we supposed to make him join us?" Twice hummed.
Hawks chuckled, ruffling Bakugos hair. "Well, what's one thing 99% of teen boys have in common that we could use?"
"No fire resistance."
"They need most of their blood?"
"Lack of oxygen will turn them blue!"
"All correct, but I was thinking something a little more, harmless." Hawks smiled, circling the blonde again, stopping behind him this time.
"Something, to reeeally make him regret not joining~" Two gloved hands flexed by Bakugos exposed sides, making him tense up.
"Hawks? What the fuck are you- Ghk!" He flinched, immediately trying to hold his breath as he felt the awful sensation of fingers skittering up and down his sides. He pulled on the restraints, desperately trying to stifle his giggling.
Dabi tilted his head. "Tickling? Are you serious?"
"Ah-hah~" Hawks nodded, resting his chin on Bakugos shoulder, casually continuing to lightly tickle the boy. "Think about it, you want him to join you, right? So, instead of using pain that will just make him sour towards us and our goals, why not use something that will, instead, make him smile?"
Toga crouched between Bakugos legs, leaning in to see his flustered expression as he tried to hide. "Hmmm... Good point." She nodded, a small grin growing on her cheeks. "I do like watching him wriggle like this. It must be humiliating." She rested her head on his knee, starting to drag her nails up and down the inside of his bare thigh, making his leg shudder.
Bakugo couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't real. It had to be a dream. He shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut, still desperate not to laugh. "Rh- S-Stop it-!"
"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up a little buddy." Hawks cooed, blowing into the blonde's ear, making him yelp as he bundled his shoulders up. "You're so dead!" He threatened, biting his lip again.
Toga smirked, bringing her other set of nails to his exposed knees, reverse pinching on the caps. "You look silly~" She grinned.
"The sooner you give up, the sooner this will stop." Hawks nodded.
"Lemme try!- I'll kill the brat, with laughter!" Twice hopped over, standing by the side and started to poke at Bakugos tummy, enjoying the muffled giggling that followed.
He won't break. He won't! Not now. Not ever-!
"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ C'mon buddy, we're all friends here." Hawks jeered, holding two of his longer feathers, slipping them into the short sleeves of Bakugos shirt, ever so lightly brushing and swirling against his vulnerable underarms.
"Gh-! Shihit! Ah- Mmh! No! Rh! Noho! HahAH!" He was on the edge. Right on the brink of bursting.
"You guys are so bad at this." Dabi smirked, standing over Toga, leaning in and starting to claw at Bakugos ribs. He wasn't starting soft like the others. He wanted to crush this UA student.
"AAAAH! Nahaha! Aha-! No! Nohohoho! AHAHA!"
"There she blows~!" Hawks teased, continuing his underarm torment.
"Ahahaha! S-Stahap! Hawks! God danm ihihit! HAHA!"
Toga switched up her tickling, matching Dabis ruthless energy as she pressed her thumbs on his inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense and wobble in panic. "Hmmm, not as cute as Dekus thighs. But this is still fun~"
"Gehet off! Get off my thihighs! StAHAHA!" This wasn't like any tickling he had experienced before. All these spots being attacked at once, it was crazy. Maybe a little enjoyable for the time being. But crazy. Twice rolled up Bakugos shirt, tucking it under the chest strap, leaving his belly and ribs exposed.
"Wow, he's buff!- And all ours." The two-bit man smiled, starting to shake his fingers into the exposed tummy, earning a bout of boyish giggling before the hysterics descended again. "Stahap! I-I'll never-! AHAHAHA! NEHEHEVER!"
"Oh yes you wiiiill~ Or we're just going to tickle you pink!" Hawks smiled, glad that he'd managed to make sure they at least didn't hurt the boy. He looked at Bakugos face, red as a tomato, tears pooling in the corners of his tightly shut eyes and a big smile on his face.
"Move your hands, Twice!" Toga suddenly yelled, licking her lips as she took a deep breath, plunging against Bakugos belly, blowing a round of short, fuzzy raspberries.
Bakugo all but melted, unable to do anything but flinch and squirm, his entire body filled with a flurry of tingles. "Stop, stop, stop! Stahap! STAHAHAHAP!"
Hawks sent out a few smaller feathers, all starting to tickle around Bakugos ears, neck and collarbone, freeing his hands for other places. "Let's seeeee. A little birdy, not me another bird, told me that there's a little secret spot. Bakugos off button. Where oh where was it?" He teased, knowing exactly where it was.
"Don't! Hawks, Hawks plehease! I can't tahAHAHA! AAAAAH-!"
"Bingo~" Hawks chuckled, drilling his fingers into the so-called off button. Just above his ribs, below his underarms. It did indeed turn the poor boy off. His laughter fell silent, only growing loud again when he needed to inhale.
The tickling went on like this for a while. Tears dripped onto Bakugos rolled-up shirt as he cried with laughter, his body drenched in sweat. With Hawks taking care of his vulnerable spot, Twice on his tummy, Dabi wrecking his ribs and Toga squeezing at his thighs and knees, along with Hawks damned feathers. He wasn't sure he could take much more.
"Okay-.... Ahaha! O-Okahay! Stahap! Hawks! Please! Plehehease! Please stahap! AHA! MEHERCY!" He cried out, feeling himself start to panic. His hair sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes. They weren't stopping. They really weren't stopping.
"Fuhuhuck! AHAHA! PLEHEASE! STAHAhahap!" His throat became hoarse, his mind filling with fog.
Finally, after almost an hour, the tickling finally stopped. Bakugo's head slumped forward as he gasped for air. Exhausted. Hawks stayed with him after the other members left. He gently brushed the hair from Bakugos eyes. "You did great kid, you just rest, we'll talk later."
Bakugo was too tired to argue, he just gave hawks a glare before closing his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.
What happened after that was a mystery, next thing Bakugo knew, he was waking up back in his bed at the dorms. He didn't care what Hawks was up to, he knew there was a reason he was with the villains that night. And he was still too tired to think about it right now. He sighed, curling up underneath his warm blankets, drifting off to sleep again.
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Tickletober day 2: Tracing
Aside from ShinKami, I also really like the ship ShinDeku, so here we are~! This is hella short, but I still think it’s pretty cute~ 💚💜
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Shinso x Deku (romantic)
Lee: Deku
Ler: Shinso
Warnings: Tickles!
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It was late at night, the heroes in training were found in the greennette’s room, all cozied up in his bed while watching a movie in his laptop. Deku was all snuggled up against Shinso’s side, focused on the movie, although the same couldn’t be said for Shinso. He couldn’t help but feel a bit bored by the film. Looking for literally anything else to do, he started to lightly drag his fingertips down Deku’s arm, tracing along his scars. This caused the All-Might fanboy to shiver at the ticklish touch. Poor Deku tried to ignore the tickly feeling, but the more Shinso traced his arm the more ticklish it felt. Not being able to hold it in anymore, he let out a soft giggle. Shinso quirked his eyebrow at the cute reaction “What’s so funny?”.
“N-nohothing! You’re just t-tihickling me…!” the grennette giggled out, burrying his blushing face against Shinso’s shoulder.
The purple haired male looked down at what he was doing and instantly smiled at the realization. “It tickles, huh?” he gently grabbed Deku’s arm and kept lightly tracing it up and down, reaching all the way to his wrist.
“Pfft- Ehehehe! I’ts soho bahahad!” Izuku giggled out to his hearts content, his freckles getting lost in his ever growing blush.
“I don’t see you pulling away though~” Shinso teased as he pulled up Deku’s hand to his face, placing a gentle kiss on his palm.
“EEP!” Deku’s face errupted right there and then at the embarrasing squeak that escaped him.
“Don’t tell me you have ticklish hands as well~” Shinso chuckled as he started to trace along the lines of Deku’s palm.
“I-I cahahan’t hehehelp it!” Izuku kept on giggling himself silly, enjoying the light and yet effective tickles his boyfriend was giving him. The film long forgotten.
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You're in a big trouble!
BNHA tickle fic
Lee: Kaminari
Lers: Mina and Jirou
A/N: This fic was really hard to write. I wanted to write something important, about friendship, fears that everyone can experience in a way or another, and seeing the positive sides of ourselves, because a mistake we often make is to underestimate ourselves. Hope that you will like it. English is not my first language so, if you find some mistakes, please tell me and I will correct!!
“Hero too, I am a hero too! My heart is set and I won’t back down!”
The song had been echoing in Kaminari's ears for at least half an hour.
He was relaxing on the couch of the common room with headphones on, listening to that beautiful song.
It reminded him how much fun they had at the school festival; how much they had worked hard to make an unforgettable show; how beautiful Kyoka's voice was…
Yes, he had a crush on the Hearing Hero… but he had never dared to take a step forward in this... after all, his Quirk short circuits and bad grades did not help him with the self-esteem.
He didn't realize he was also humming, but he felt perfectly a touch on his stomach. Kaminari jumped up, his eyes widening: “Hey Mina! What are you doing?”
“Hehehe, I was right! Someone was singing our song.”
Kaminari sat cross-legged: “Was I singing? Didn't notice, sorry. "
Mina smiled: “You must really like it a lot, since you always listen to it. Or should I say… you like Jirou's voice? ”and she winked at him.
Kaminari blushed instantly: “Uuh? N-no no, what are you saying? I simply wanted to relax and this song helps me-”
“Because Jirou is the singer, maybe?” Mina insisted from behind the couch.
Kaminari’s face turned even more red and tried to cover it with his arms: “W-what are you saying? It's just that, uh… it's a special song for me, it reminds me about something we've done all together. Why do you say I like Jirou?”
Mina's black eyes lit up: “Ah-ha!! I said you liked her voice, not that you liked HER…”
Dammit. Kaminari turned purple, closed his face between his legs and wished only to sink completely into the couch and disappear among the cushions. Mina giggled and sat across from him: “Come on, Jemmingway! Just kidding. I didn't mean to embarrass you, but it's pretty obvious that you like Jirou. You’re not that good at hiding your feelings.”
Kaminari's tomato-colored face emerged from his knees: “What? What do you mean with obvious? Did she notice it? Who else knows? Oh my God, I'm screwed!!! "
“Woah there, Sparky! Calm down!! Don't freak out! We of the Squad have noticed it, I am sure of this because we were together! But for Jirou, I don't think so and trust me when I say that, if she knows, we didn't tell her anything. Cross my heart.”
Poor Kami tried to go back to the closest thing that we could call “a state of calm” and, still with his hands in his hair, asked again: “What do you mean with obvious?”
“Well, your eyes light up when you look at Jirou or you talk to her; when she laughs, you laugh with her; you listen to her song as many times as Bankugou screams 'die', so...”
Kaminari let out a chuckle: “Well... you see... you're not wrong... but, I...”
Mina pushed his hair out of his eyes: “Come on, shy one. If you want, you can tell me everything, buddy.” she said imitating his pose.
Kaminari rolled his eyes, made an embarrassed expression, scratched his head and smiled: “Actually, it's true… I do have a crush on Jirou. But I'm afraid to tell her... I'm only capable of making a fool of myselself, I always fail tests and I certainly don't have to remind you of my 'Wee'. And she is… so cute, smart, she has a beautiful voice and I love to see her smile. But... I don't think I'm a guy who she might be interested in…”
Mina sighed: “If we are talking about grades, remember that you have number 19 of the class in front of you. I also fail tests, but I’m not the grade that the teacher writes on the paper, and same goes for you. I am the most agile of the class and I have taught everyone how to dance for the Festival. Even to Iida, Midoriya and Aoyama with their ‘trunk like dancing style’. You're good at mid-range combat and your Quirk is great, both for simply charging batteries, or for saving lives as a defibrillator, if you think about it for a sec.” Mina said.
Kaminari's expression totally changed: “Trust me, if Jirou didn't really like you, she wouldn't even helped you with the guitar lessons. Also... do you want to know a secret?!” Mina whispered.
Kaminari put the ear closer. Mina covered the space between his ear and her lips with one hand: “Hehehe! Jirou sometimes stares at you and smiles. I've noticed this from the Festival!”
Kaminari felt his heart locked in his throat and his mouth dropped open: “What?! Are you serious? No I-I've never noticed!” his face turned again red as a tomato and he covered it with his hands.
She giggled and ruffled his hair: “That's a good thing. I mean, she totally likes you and maybe feeling something for you, but if you didn’t notice her eyes on you, my dear, we have to borrow a pair of glasses from Iida. You. Must. WAKE. UP. AND. ACT!!"
With each word, Mina poked Kaminari's tummy, making him laugh. Then she started to poke him in various spots, all over his torso and under his neck: “Did you understand? You have to move! Come on! Talk to her! Or at least give her a little present, like the choker you gave her after I-Iland. That is now fully integrated in her Hero costume, hehehe!”
Kaminari could not answer back in any way with Mina who kept her attack on every single weak spot: “Hahaha! Stop it Mina! I Gah-hahaha, I got it!”
“Hehehe! You're in a big trouble, Kaminari!” Mina yelled, and she threw herself at him and then tickled him on his hips and sides. Kaminari burst into laughter, throwing himself back onto the couch and arching his back.
“Nonono! Tickle naaahahahaha!!!”
When Mina went for the armpits, he shrieked and let out electric shocks that made his hair stand. Mina laughed with him, surprised by the reaction.
“Hahaha!!! Kaminari, what the hehahaha! What the hell did you do? Your hair!"
“Minahahaha! Plehehehease, dohohohon’t!” he pleaded, trembling.
“Hehehe! I'm sorry, but it's too funny!” and she began to move her fingers so delicately that it was like the touch of a ghost.
Kaminari instinctively closed himself like a hedgehog, and then stretched his legs in the air, kicking a little: "Hahaha! Oh gohohohosh! Minahahahaha!"
“Yes, that’s my name and I know you like light tickles and you're so cute when you giggle like that! Oh! Hey, I know! How about, you ask her for a date at the park? Buy a new pair of airpods for her birthday? Or a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day? Simple ideas that would be perfect!" she exclaimed, still gently tickling him.
“What-hahaha!? Ihihihi, I’m naaahahaha brahahahave enough tohoho ahahahask! I alwahahays froze and I wohohohould panic!" and he began to shake his head frantically from side to side.
Mina stopped instantly.
Kaminari, completely surprised, tried to catch his breath and raised his head to look at her. Mina was staring at him with a dull look.
Kaminari began to worry: “W-what's wrong? Why did you stop so suddenly?”
She pouted and pointed her finger at his nose: “Denki 'Chargebolt' Kaminari! Do you realize what you just said?”
After such a sentence, Kaminari's concern turned into terror: “You faced the USJ Villains. You helped rescue the I-Island hostages. You saved Bakugou and Kirishima from the Shiketsu student. You protected Midoriya and Bakugou from Nine's lightning attack. You played the guitar in front of the whole school and you are one of the few who survived after pulling a prank on Bakugou! Seriously… do you really think that you're not brave enough?”
Kaminari was stunned. Actually, she was right. He wasn't totally a coward, but...
“Mina… thank you for your words. I understand what you mean but... it's different and more complicated...”
Mina pressed her finger against his nose: “Don't you dare contradict me! You ARE brave! Maybe you don't feel ready to talk to Jirou yet, but underestimate yourself, talking only about your failures and defects is wrong! I mean it, never humiliate yourself like this again! Did you hear me?!”
Maybe Mina's reaction was too exaggerated, maybe she was taking the argument too seriously, but looking at Kaminari, she remembered that day... a couple of years ago, when Kirishima apologized for not being able to intervene when the giant Villain threatened her and the other classmates.
For a moment she saw their faces overlap... with the same incredulous expression...
Maybe... those were the words she hadn't been able to say that day ...
The girl took a deep breath and in a serious tone she said: “Now, in the view of the facts and this terrible declaration, I Mina 'Pinky' Ashido, also known as 'Raccoon eyes', I sentence you to the maximum sentence!" and she grabbed his knee as hard as she could: “A minute of tickling in your worst spot!”
Kaminari's eyes became two headlights and he grabbed her arms: “WHAT!? No, you can't do it!”
“Any objections or complaints will not be tolerated!” she said completely serious.
Kaminari started to shake, but also giggling: “M-Mina wait! I beg you! I take back what I said, I swear! I'll buy you all the packages of your favorite candies at the market and even a case of that soda you love! But please don't! I could die here!”
“What did you do so bad, Kami?"
Mina and Kaminari gasped at the sound of the familiar new voice coming onto the scene. Jirou's voice.
The girl had leaned on the back of the couch and she was watching the scene with curiosity: “So? May I know what's going on? Your screams Kaminari could be heard from outside the dorm.”
Kaminari and Mina met their eyes for a second: Mina narrowed her gaze and gave him a little smile; Kaminari was even more frightened.
“Dear Jirou, you came here just in time...”
Kaminari threw himself at her, fearing the worst, in a desperate attempt to protect the secret: “Nononono! Mina don't do it!”
In response, she gently scratched her fingers under his knee and he instantly fell backwards, letting out a laugh.
Jirou became even more incredulous: “What the hell...”
“Now I'll explain everything.” Mina said: “Our dear Pikachu...”
Oh no! Pleasepleaseplease ~
“Practically humiliated himself, talking a lot of nonsense, and this is unacceptable!”
“…What!?” Kami and Jirou asked in unison.
Mina continued, in a serious tone of voice, but with an amused expression: “That's right! He dared to say that he is a good for nothing, that he only makes a fool of himself and he considers himself a coward! He didn't want to hear reasons, despite my attempts to make him understand the nonsense he was saying and I got angry!”
Jiro turned to look at Kaminari: “Dang Denks, what the hell is going through your head? Are you still under the effect of a short circuit by chance?”
He was more incredulous than before, with his mouth wide open trying to formulate any sentence, without success. A marble statue. Not even Aizawa's angry look ever reduced him in that state.
Jirou continued: “Are you convinced of what you said? No wonder that Mina wants to punish you. None of us have ever thought of you as weak or a coward. Not even Bakugou, trust me.”
Kaminari raised an eyebrow: “Dunce face?”
Mina rolled her eyes: “That doesn't count. It's just Bakugou, you know him. We are all nothing but 'extras', and then you can find him always teaming up with you and Kiri.”
Jirou nodded: “Yes indeed. And for the nicknames, I don't know what’s worse. He, who keeps calling us with those terrible nicknames, or us who still answer to him when he calls us using 'em?”
“Pfft-hahaha!” All the three of ‘em burst out laughing.
“Hehe, better not find out. In any case, Mina is right. It's totally uncool AND unmanly humiliating yourself like this, sooo...” Jirou's gaze shifted to Mina: “What is the penalty for this heinous crime, Your Honor?”
Kaminari began to tremble again: he had forgotten that Mina was holding his knee hostage.
“Well... at first I thought that tickling his worst post for a minute was a fitting one, but...”
Kaminari knew that troubles were coming, looking at Mina’s smile.
“… In all my magnanimity, I decided to halve the length of my sentence… BUT Jiro will help me, by tickling the other knee! Maybe two of us will get a better result, hehehe!”
Kaminari's face, if possible, took a bluish tone: “W-what!?” it came out like a yelp.
“Um, interesting... Fair enough. I'm in!” Jiro answered, quickly grabbing Kami's knee from behind the couch.
Kaminari's heart stopped for a second and spoke with a trembling voice: “Waitwaitwait! W-wait! Wait girls, time out, please... I-I know there's no way to stop you… but please... Go easy on me… ” more than the tickle, now it was Jirou's presence that frightened and embarrassed him.
He knew his reactions very well, and they were the reason why he was everyone's favorite prey in the class, along with Midoriya. He didn't mind having tickle fights with his classmates, sometimes it even happened with Uraraka and Hagakure… but Jirou!?
They had barely touched each other, and now he was in the position of being tickled in his worst spot by her. Oh dear!!
Mina stroked his knee: “Hey hey, don't worry! It's just a game and only thirty seconds, Denks. I promise. Not one more. And we absolutely won’t be ro-OH! Right! Maybe you don't know it Jirou, but Kami is terribly ticklish under his knees. He can handle only light tickles. Be careful to never be rough, or he could even feel pain. That’s why we hardly tickle him there.”
“Ohmygosh, really? I didn't know. I'll be gentle Kami, promised. Like as if I'm playing my… electric guitar, hehe! Who knows what sound will come out.” she asked, sticking her tongue out for the joke.
Kaminari looked at both the girls, trying in vain to hide an embarrassed smile. He closed his eyes with his hands and lay down on the couch, moaning in protest: “...two against one is not faaair...”
“For this time, just deal with it Sparky!” and the torture began.
Kaminari immediately burst out laughing, holding his belly with his arms and trying with all his strength not to kick so as not to hit the girls, but they had grabbed him well and, as promised, they were giving him only light tickles.
Mina sneered: “Come on, Kami, you can do it! 5 seconds... 6... 17... 78... 45...”
Kaminari's laugh took an octave higher: “MINAAAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! DOHOHOHOHN'T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I should play this guitar more often! It has a really nice sound, especially the high notes!” Jirou laughed.
Kaminari began to weep like a waterfall but, despite the torture, he was really enjoying all of it and, even if it was only for a moment, he could see Jirou's amused expression and smile, and it warmed his heart.
Her touch, if possible, was even more effective than Mina's: light and delicate, as if she were really plucking the strings of the guitar.
“… 29 aaaaand 30! Hands up Jirou!” Mina exclaimed triumphantly and they both released Kaminari's knees. Red as Kirishima's hair, he closed himself sideways, trying to catch his breath amid the laughter and the tickly feeling still all over him.
“Are you okay, Denks?” Jiro and Mina asked, massaging his shoulders and back.
In response, he rolled over on his back ... and raised his thumbs to the sky: “Weee!”
“Pfft-hahaha! Yes, he’s fine!” they both laughed.
"Hehehe... I-I am fihihihine... thahahanks for nehehever being rough on me...”
Mina bent down to hug him: “What are you saying, you silly! We love you! We would never hurt you!”
Jirou got behind him and ruffled his hair: “But that's obvious, Jemmingway!”
Mina then whispered in his ear: “... and I would never have dared to reveal your secret...”
Kaminari looked at his friends and smiled: “Heh… thanks girls. For everythig.”
Jirou poked his neck with her earphone jacks: “Come on, tell us the truth. In the end you were having fun, am I wrong!?”
He chuckled: “Ohohokay okahahay! You are rihihihight!” and he took her jacks to stop her.
“Of course he enjoyed it. Although most of the time he is tortured by boys, he too manages to win many fights. His Quirk is terribly effective.”
Kaminari froze... with an interesting idea in his mind: “My Ladies of the Court of Justice, may I make a statement?”
“Permission granted. What is it about?” Mina asked smiling.
Kaminari hid his eyes behind his hair: “I would like to show you that lesson is learned. And I think...” he gave some very slight shocks on Jirou's earphone jacks: “... that I have found the right way.”
Jirou jumped back, laughing at the funny sensation that had expanded throughout her body and then stopped, bringing out a worried but also amused expression.
“...What could be braver than me facing both of you, after your torture?” Kaminari asked, letting out small shocks from his hands.
Mina immediately realized what was happening and she slowly backed away: “Kami, I know what you have in mind, but your Quirk-”
“Thirty seconds. In all my magnanimity, the penalty will be thirty seconds for each of you, I promise. But I’m taking the liberty of using my Quirk, since I am alone... And the first one I catch, will have to help me taking on the second one. Does it sounds fair to you?”
The girls looked at each other, sharing the same amused look: “Fair enough, Sparky. But...”
Mina threw a pillow straight in Kaminari's face, who ended up falling on the couch, laughing.
“You have to catch us first! Run for it Jirou!”
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Hey!!! How are you doing? I’m finally back to writing, and I have a short little fic, I hope you enjoy it! Very fluffy and sweet in my opinion. With that, let’s get into it:
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Warnings: Nothing honestly, pure fluff. Just skip if you don’t like tickling ☺️
Lee: reader
Ler: Shinsou
“What did you just say?” Shinsou asked you, confusion, yet a slight smugness on his face. You immediately froze, mid eating a piece of popcorn.
The two of you were watching some movies together. It had been awhile since the two of you had properly hung out. You lived in the same neighbourhood as kids. You guys both tended to keep to yourself and didn’t hang out with people to often, so you would normally be the last two people left when the kids at your school were choosing partners, so the teachers would pair you together most of the time, which resulted in the two of you becoming very close friends.
Ever since the two of went to UA, you had less time to hang out, but you had the day off, so you decided to to watch a bunch of movies like you would once every month as kids, so you two started to watch a few movies. You were maybe on the third movie when there was a line in the movie that caught you off guard.
“You tickle me”
Three simple words, but it made you flinch. “Are you okay?,” Shinsou asked you, a little confused. “Uh- y-yeah, of course. Just… that word”, you said, about to put a piece of the popcorn the two of you had made, but you were cut off by his question; “wait, what did you just say?”
You gasped slightly, not thinking trough what you had said before you said it. “I-I um.. just that word…” you practically whispered.
“[NAME]? Are you by any chance… ticklish~?,” Shinsou said, mischief heavy in his voice.
You just flinched again hiding your face in your hands to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, debating how to answer. You decided to be brave. After all, you weren’t opposed to the most likely out come. Quickly, you gave a small nod of your head, barely noticeable. This surprised Shinsou, as he was pretty sure you would try to convince him otherwise. All of the sudden, a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Wait a minute- do you like being tickled??,” he asked, but it didn’t sound accusatory. Instead, it sounded almost excited. At least as excited as Shinsou is capable of sounding. You just nodded again in almost the same way.
“Say, [NAME]… would you like me to tickle you~?,” he asked, going back to teasing. You nodded again, blushing like crazy. You were glad your head was in your arms, or your friend’s teasing would be unbearable.
Shinsou smiled softly, though it was hardly noticeable. He didn’t let his smile be obvious in his speech though.
“Aww, how cute is that~?,” he teased, lightly spidering on your slightly exposed side. You squeaked, and started tittering a little. You didn’t dare speak, knowing that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from giggling.
“Hmm, I want to hear you laugh. Common~. Laugh for me” he said as he started to poke your side. “Aha!,” you giggled, as you were surprised at the sudden change, but managed to keep most of it in.
“Hmmm… still not fully breaking, huh?,” he said. You were still hiding your face in your hands, so you were relatively exposed. Shinsou decided to use this to use this to his advantage.
He quickly grabbed both your wrists in one hand and held them above your head. “Aww, are you blushing?? How cute~” he said with a smirk on his face. His free hand then formed a claw and he slowly inched it towards your stomach, looking you dead in the eyes, even though yours were fixed on his hand, giggles of anticipation bubbling up and out of you.
As soon as Shinsou’s hand made contact with your stomach, you all but screamed and fell back. He decided to use this to his advantage as well, now pinning you down completely. “Shinsohohohou!!!!,” you said as you moved around slightly, your body naturally trying to escape even though you didn’t want to.
“What? What is it~?,” he asked smirking at your laughing face. “Youhu knohohow whahahat you’re dohoing!!!,” you said, your legs now starting to lightly kick at the bed beneath you.
“I really don’t [NAME], tell me. What am I doing exactly, hmm?”
Your face got even more red as you continued to giggle uncontrollably. “I cahahahan’t say ihihit!” You said, slightly scrunching into yourself. Shinsou decided that meant he should try your neck and let your hands down.
As soon as he touched your neck, your smile became so much wider and your laughing became higher pitched. Shinsou liked how he could poke back and forth and you could never protect your neck. “What can’t you say, hmm? Is there something wrong? You can tell me you know~.”
You couldn’t help but wonder if he’s done this before. You knew he’d probably tickled someone before, you were pretty sure most people have, but he was just so good at making you flustered. To be fair, he has been teasing you for years.
Shinsou stopped smirking and was genuinely smiling now. He loved seeing you look this happy. You were his only real friend in middle school, it made him happy to know this little quirk you had. He liked that he had found a way to repay all the happiness you had given him when he felt alone.
He briefly stopped tickling you to allow you to catch you breath and to give you a choice. “Ok [NAME], you get to choose this time. Where would you like me to tickle you? What’s your very favourite spot?,” he asked.
You felt pretty flustered by the question, but it gave you the opportunity to tell him your favourite place since it’s not exactly where most people would think to go.
“Umm, my uh… my hands” you said, sitting up. “Really? Your hands are ticklish?,” he asked, surprised. You just nodded as he gently took one of your slightly smaller hands in his, holding it out flat and started drawing light circles on it with a finger from his free hand.
As soon as the first movement was made, you started very quietly giggling again and kinda fell onto him in a fit of giggles, not even trying to get your hand free.
“Holy shit, you’re so cute! You really should have told me about this sooner. I’m actually surprised I didn’t find out already, I mean, you’re SO ticklish” he said, going back to his teasing side. You didn’t even say anything, you just giggled.
Eventually the two of you remembered the movie and stopped your playful interaction, though Shinsou kept your hand in his lap, drawing circles on it every so often.
Now whenever he’s had a bad day, he likes to just tickle your hands since he’s not good at talking, and your giggles make him feel better. Whenever you’re sad, he’ll tickle anywhere you’re comfortable with. Needless to say, your ticklishness is now incorporated into both of your everyday lives, and both of you like it that way.
꧁༺The end༻꧂
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Well, that was it, I hope you enjoyed! I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best, it’s been awhile since I’ve written a fic, but I hope it was good none the less. I hope you have a good day/night, byeeeee!!
-Froggie :p
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Shouto holding in his laughs in the new MHA OVA just gave me visions of Bakugou and Deku realizing that Shouto really never laughs out loud, probably because he didnt laugh much during his childhood so they make it a mission to help him get comfortable with letting out laughs (lots of tickle fights coming Shouto's way)
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Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles
Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari see a fun ticklish trick online and decide to try it out on Bakugou. He could use a smile after all! (Based on this video, can't find the original)
Lers: Kirishima, Kaminari
Lee: Bakugou
Word Count: 1,104
Warnings!: Cursing (it's Bakugou sooo)
Notes: Presentingggg... My first published tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing this!! This scenario has been stuck in my head for months😅 I hope you enjoy!!💚
~ Part Two ~
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"This is stupid."
"Come on, Bakubro! I know you'll love it!" Kirishima replied enthusiastically to Bakugou's disgruntled words.
"The fuck do you mean I'll love it? I'm not letting you stick some dumb piece of wood... Where do you even want to put it?"
Kirishima had to wack Kaminari, who was standing dutifully beside him, to stop him from saying whatever dumb comeback he knew the electric hero was planning. If they wanted this to work, they needed Bakugou not to explode Kaminari first.
The two friends had seen the idea on TikTok the other day and both immediately wanted to try it out. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they wanted Bakugou to be their victim. All they needed to do was convince the angry blonde to let them get through the first step of this.
"It goes through the arms of your shirt," Kaminari said with a grin, holding up the broomstick pole they'd found around back near the trash, since it was missing the actual broom part on one end. It was perfect for their plan. "It's this strength test we found online. The way the pole holds your arms makes it really hard to break it!"
"Only a few skilled people have managed to do it!" Kirishima cut in with a shark toothed grin. "We thought you could do it too! Unless you aren't up for the challenge?"
And just like Kirishima expected, that hooked the interest of their hotheaded friend, and he knew Bakugou was on board.
"Hah?!" Bakugou boomed, palms flickering. "Of course I'm up for your shitty challenge! Do it!"
Kirishima and Kaminari shared knowing grins. Kaminari passed the pole to Kirishima, who stepped forward to his other blond friend.
“Awesome man! You just gotta raise your arms so I can put this through. Straight up, there you go, like that!" He grinned and stepped around to push the pole through the sleeve of Bakugou's raised right arm. With a bit of maneuvering, it slid all the way through to the other side, slightly visible through the opposite sleeve. Bakugou stood there now, t-posed, looking his new position over with a calculated, slightly disgruntled expression.
"Perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima stepped back. "Can you move?"
Bakugou shifted on his feet, flexing his hands. He pulled, his arms visibly bulging against the sleeves, but they didn't move. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.
"Damn it!" He growled, jerking his shoulders and twisting his arms.
"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Are you stuck?"
"I'm not fucking stuck!" Bakugou yelled, glaring at his arms. "I just gotta - Get the right angle, and-" he grunted, but still nothing.
"Hmm... I think he might be stuck. What do you think, Kirishima?" Kaminari asked, turning to his friend.
"I think he's stuck, Kaminari," Kirishima agreed, his tone exaggerated and cheery. Bakugou had frozen now, squinting at the two boys, who's tones had taken on a... suspicious note.
"Hmm... Maybe we should help him, then. What do you think?" Kaminari asked Kirishima again, who couldn't help but grin back.
"I think we should! After all, we can't just leave him like that, right? Who knows what some people might do while... he's in a position like that," Kirishima purred, now looking at the explosive hero.
"Touch me and die." Bakugou growled, expression the normal shade of angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, however, giving away his nerves. Kirishima merely smirked. A glance showed that Denki was doing the same.
Bakugou bolted.
Or, well... He tried. He didn't get very far due to the awkward upper body position and the fact that he'd worn socks on floors made for anything but. He skidded his way across the common room, running for the dorm area and the elevator- not that he knew what he'd do if he even made it- but an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him to an abrupt stop. He was caught. And then there were hands pinching up his sides, and Bakugou broke into immediate snickers.
"Stop- Kirishima, lehehet me g-go you- nahahaha!!" He tried to pull his arms to his sides to protect himself, but he was stuck fast, his elbows only managing a few inches towards the ground before being stopped by that blasted piece of wood in his sleeves.
The arm around his waist, Kirishima's arm, disappeared, but Bakugou couldn't run, legs too shaky from the ticklish attack. Kaminari had joined in now, and the two successfully tickled their victim to the floor.
Kirishima and Kaminari got the explosion boy on his back, and the redhead dutifully straddled him. Kaminari found a nice place behind him near Bakugou's kicking legs. Bakugou threw his head back against the floor, laughter overtaking him despite his obvious attempts to hold it back. This position was so vulnerable, and with Kirishima pinching along his ribs like that, and Kaminari now squeezing his thighs, oh god fuck-
"STAHAHAHA-! I'LL KILL YOUHUHU WHEN I GEHET OUT OF THIS YOU- NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK!!"
"Wow, someone's looking a little ticklish," Kirishima teased, dancing his fingers in the spaces between Bakugou's ribs. This earned him a yelp and more laughter, bringing contagious giggles to the lips of the readhead as a result. Then Bakugou was snorting, his squirming picking up as Kaminari let out a giggle behind him.
"Kiri, look! I found a snort button!" Kaminari exclaimed. He gave Bakugou's upper thighs a few more firm squeezes, and Kiri was delighted when Bakugou once again delved into snorting laughter, head thrown back and nose scrutched in the most adorable way.
"Awww, how cute!" Kirishima cooed.
"IHIHIM NOT CUTE YOU LITTLE- NAAAHAHA NONONONOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" Bakugou squealed when Kirishima's devious fingers found his unprotected death spot between his ribs and his underarms, throwing him into shrieking laughter. The occasional snort broke through thanks to Kaminari's tickle work, earning fond smiles from both of his assailants each time.
This lasted for quite a few minutes, only interrupted at last after Kaminari got a flailing knee to the chin after activating his tickle shocks into the sensitive skin of Bakugou’s thighs.
"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked, looking over his shoulder with concern as Bakugou caught his breath underneath him, finally granted reprive.
"Fine, fine- ouch. Jeez, Bakugou, you pack a mean kick," Denki replied, massaging his jaw.
"Wehell, that's what you get for tickling me, dunce face!!" Bakugou snapped back, still breathless. "Get off of me shitty hair!! And get this fucking thing out of my shirt already! I've fucking got splinters from this stupid piece of wood."
"You're awfully bossy for someone in your position," Kirishima replied, raising a brow at the demands. "I don't think we've tickled him out quite yet, Kamibro."
"Apparently not! And anyways, I need a bit of revenge now that you've kicked me like that..." Kaminari said from behind, the smirk evident in his voice.
"What? You fuckers, touch me again and I'll kill yOU- NAHAHAHA WAHAIT NO NONO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! NOHOHOHAHAHA!!"
"Tickle tickle, Bakugou~"
Suffice to say, it was a good, long while before Bakugou was released from the two boys' tickly clutches, panting, red faced, and indeed finding splinters in his skin when the wood staff was finally removed from his shirt. The pair was both were well aware that they would be dying later on once their blond friend had regained his strength, but until then, at least they knew the trick had been a success.
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Day 24: Pinned
Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]
[ao3 link]
A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.
Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way.
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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time.
Until today.
The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.
“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.
“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.
Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!”
Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.
“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.
“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.
“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.
“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.
“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.
Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage.
“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.”
“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.
“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.
In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late.
With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.
It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides.
“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!”
“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.
“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.
“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.
“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.
“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.
“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.
Bakugo growled. “Deku…”
Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend.
“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”
The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard.
Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke.
…
Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little.
Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked.
Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground.
“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.
“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand.
“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor.
“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head.
“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled.
Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’.
The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped.
Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—”
Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?”
Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?”
Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew.
“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”
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Tickletober 2023 Week 3 (BNHA)
@otomiya-tickles your wish is my command 💖
A/N: Fair warning—this one's a little unhinged 😵💫
Summary: Izuku's emotions get the better of him and, unfortunately, Katsuki gets caught in the crossfire
Characters: lee!Bakugou, ler!Deku
Izuku didn’t know how it happened. One minute he was lost in thought, minding his own business, and the next he was sat with a livid, ensnared Katsuki Katsuki, The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, dangling only a few inches in front of him.
Katsuki had stepped into the common room to get a snack when he noticed Izuku sitting on one of the couches, clearly zoned out. I’ll leave him be, Katsuki thought. That was until four spidery black-green tendrils burst forth from the green haired boy, rapidly approaching Katsuki. They snatched each of his limbs and he was promptly flung over to that same couch.
“...Deku.” Katsuki growled, glaring at Izuku upside down.
“Ah! Kacchan!? How did you get here-oh. Oh.”
“Care to explain?”
How could he let Blackwhip get out of control again!? He hadn’t even noticed Kacchan walk into the common room. Though he had been thinking about him, thinking about his muscular physique, how he wanted to put his hands all over him and—
“Deku! Earth to Deku!”
“AH! S-sorry, Kacchan. Um, I-I really don’t know how this happened. Honest! I didn’t even know you were here!”
“Whatever, just let me go already.”
“Right, yes of course.”
He tried. He really did. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let go.
“Uhh… About that…”
“Don’t tell me.”
“...”
“You don’t know how to release me?”
Izuku nodded, horrified.
“Alright then. Brace yourself.”
Hands tied behind his back, Katsuki set off some small explosions. It was no use.
“You could have at least picked a less humiliating position, you know!” Katsuki exclaimed. “What is this, some kind of shibari!?”
Katsuki hung like a chandelier, his wrists and ankles bound together while the rest of his body dangled freely.
“I-I-I don’t know! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I wasn’t trying to do anything!”
They stared at each other for a moment.
“...What were you thinking about before this happened?” Katsuki asked.
“Uh, w-well I, uhm…”
“Spit it out!”
“I don’t think you want to know!”
“I do if it’s the only way to get me out of this damn thing!”
Deku groaned. Why this, of all things?
“I was thinking about… you…”
“And?”
“Touch—”
“Touching me!?”
“No no, not like that!!” A bright blush spread across Izuku’s face. “I was thinking about t-t-tickling you.” Izuku avoided Katsuki’s burning gaze.
“...Are you serious?”
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. The two boys stayed silent for a moment.
“If… If that’s really the only way, then,” Katsuki started, “Can you at least take us to your room first? If anyone else sees me like this, you’re dead.”
“Right.”
Izuku cautiously stood up. Katsuki was brought up with him. Izuku almost wanted to laugh now, having calmed down after realizing Kacchan truly had no say in this. He checked to see if there was anyone in the hallway before racing as fast as he could back to his dorm. Katsuki lightly bounced up and down with every step Izuku took as he trailed behind him.
Thankfully, Izuku managed to evade everyone else on his way back. He quickly shut the door behind them and brought Katsuki over to his bed. He attempted to set him down onto it, but Katsuki ended up hovering a few inches above it instead. Izuku sighed and sat on the bed himself, facing Kacchan once again.
“Just know I’m going to get you back for this, tenfold.”
“I know.”
Katsuki tugged at his binds, testing his mobility. “Little help here?”
Unable to get a handle on his quirk, Izuku unintentionally shifted Katsuki into a classic shibari pose, his wrists and ankles now bound together behind his back. A few more tendrils burst out of Izuku against his will, securing Katsuki further still. They wrapped around Katsuki’s body in a flattering way, accentuating his form.
“Not helping!”
“Agh, I’m sorry, I can’t control it!” Izuku whined.
“Fine! Just, get on with it!”
The tendrils appeared to tighten as Izuku’s nervousness increased. Katsuki noticed this and, not wanting to prolong the situation, said, “Breathe, nerd. You're stressing your quirk out, or some shit.”
“Oh! I-I think you’re right.”
What a fascinating development, Izuku thought. Seems like I really have to go through with this in order to regain control of Blackwhip. It’s not like Izuku had never tickled Katsuki before. They used to have tickle fights all the time as kids. Being insanely ticklish, Izuku always lost. He had never gotten a real chance to test Katsuki’s limits before…
With no other choice, Izuku reached forward and placed his trembling hands on Kacchan’s waist. Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. Blackwhip buzzed with anticipation. Izuku focused, squeezing up and down Katsuki’s sides experimentally. Katsuki inhaled sharply. Izuku moved towards Katsuki’s abs and, feeling a little more brave, dug all ten fingers in.
“Hrmph!”
Izuku could feel his nerves dying down. “Come on, Kacchan!” If we have to do this, we might as well enjoy it. “Laugh for me!”
“O-over my dead bohody!”
Izuku could feel a carnal desire festering inside of him. I must want this really badly if Blackwhip is spiraling this wildly out of control, he thought. And if this is my one chance to tickle Kacchan to pieces… I’m going to take that chance.
Blackwhip, heeding Izuku’s call from within, sprouted several more luminescent tendrils. Izuku and his new tendrils surged forward. Izuku vibrated his fingers into Kacchan’s rib cage, searching for every little sensitive spot he could remember. Two of the tendrils snaked around each of Katsuki’s legs, wriggling up his pants and tickling his knees and thighs. Two more snuck up his shirt into his armpits. Another two found his ears. The final four targeted his feet: two brushed his arches while the other two slithered in between his toes.
“BAHAHAHAHA FUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA- WHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOU- AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOAHAHAHA!”
Oh, he couldn’t handle it. Katsuki had never felt anything like this before. It was maddening, yet somehow… kind of addicting.
“IT FEELS SO WEHEHEIRD! G-GEHET YOUR DAMN QUIRK UNDER CONTROHOHAHAHAHA!”
Izuku’s eyes were glowing green. He had an indescribable look on his face—some mixture of elation and determination. He continued to explore Kacchan’s rib cage, trying to find that one spot just above his upper ribs below his arm-
GAHAHAAAAA! DEHEHEHEHEHEKU! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
Bingo. Katsuki shook his head, it being the only body part he could really move. Blackwhip was still going at its respective targets as Izuku continued to massage those two little spots below Kacchan’s armpits. Katsuki felt as if his mind was turning to mush.
Izuku had never seen Katsuki like this before. He was in some kind of trance, enraptured by Katsuki’s raucous laughter and trembling form. He was enjoying this a little too much.
“P-PLEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHA! STAHAHAHAA!”
Katsuki couldn’t take much more of this. He felt like every single nerve on his body was tingling. He’d never felt this ticklish in his life. How was this even possible!? His position, the mixture of sensations, the look on Deku’s face… It was all too much. He had to do something, anything, to get out of this, but he could barely think. Is this what Deku felt like when he begged for mercy—oh!
“DEHEHEHEHEKU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL MIHAHAHAHIGHT!!”
Their childhood safeword.
“Eeh? Ah!”
Izuku stopped and pulled back immediately after he processed what he had heard. Blackwhip fully retracted seconds later, depositing a dumbfounded Katsuki onto the mattress below.
“Oh, thahank Gohohod…”
“Oh my gosh, Kacchan, are you okay? What happened? I totally blanked out there!”
“I am… I am going to kill you. COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!”
“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!?”
Katsuki tackled Izuku, grabbing his flanks and crackling harmless little explosions all over his waist, hips, and thighs.
“You’re not the only one who can use his quirk for tickle torture! How do you like it, huh!?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAI’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!”
“Stupid nerd…” Katsuki said to himself, fondly. “You’ll be real sorry by the time I’m done with you!”
#tickling#intense tickling#tickle fic#tickletober#tickletober2023#katsuki bakugou#lee!bakugou#izuku midoriya#deku#ler!midoriya#ler!deku#bakudeku#blackwhip#bnha#princess scrawlings#request
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blurred lines, sharp twine [bakugou/deku, 5.6k, nsfw]
okay. so I haven't written a fic in over 5 years!! can y'all believe that? i used to be so active on this blog, pumping out fics day and night, but life got busy and before I knew it over 5 years have passed omg.
of course my first fic back would be something like this lol. this was written for @wreckingtickles who shares my undying love for bakugou getting absolutely destroyed. they prompted me with a fic featuring bakugou's stirrup leggings and that kinda spiraled into this huge monster of a fic.
please enjoy 8)
(also i made an ao3 to cross-post my tickle fics on!)
warnings: nsfw, feet, intense tickling, bondage, veryyyy slight dub-con, minors DNI.
Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but he definitely doesn’t really try to hide the fact that he’s a little on the strange side. He knows he’s a gigantic nerd (he’s thoroughly reminded of that fact by Bakugou everyday), he knows he’s a little awkward, and he knows he’s maybe even a little bit of a freak. But, through the years of trauma, war, violence, and near-death, he’s come to accept that life is much too short to deny who you are.
Moving in with Bakugou after graduation was something Izuku didn’t even have to think about. Bakugou set up a few apartment viewings, and it went completely unsaid that the smartest decision for both of them would be to stick together. Roommates equaled cheaper rent, and since they both were working under the same agency it was easy to align their schedules. Normally they patrol together (the Wonder Due didn’t get its name for nothing), but occasionally - especially lately - Bakugou has been picking up more shifts than usual.
Izuku can’t help but notice how tired Bakugou has been lately, especially tonight, coming home from his 9th day in a row of patrol. The door closes softly behind him - he must think Izuku’s asleep already as it’s around two in the morning, and Izuku turns slightly from his position curled up on the couch to watch Bakugou toe his boots off. He’s already changed out of his hero uniform, clad in only his leggings and a soft, worn looking hoodie that Izuku’s pretty sure belongs to him.
Bakugou leans his head against the wall in the foyer for a brief moment, sighing deeply, and Izuku’s heart aches at the noise.
“Late night?” Izuku asks, closing his book and setting it on the coffee table.
Bakugou jumps. “Jesus - shit, you scared the fuck outta me.”
“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs, a slight smile on his face.
“The fuck are you still doing up?” Bakugou grumbles, finally making his way over to sprawl on the opposite end of the couch, sinking into the cushions with a grunt.
Izuku shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Which, technically isn’t a lie, but. Still. Even when he lays in his bed at night during one of Bakugou’s shifts that he’s not partnered on, he finds himself teetering between sleep and wakefulness as he listens carefully for the front door to open and shut, signaling Bakugou has gotten home safe for the night. Codependency wasn’t something Izuku was planning on adopting after the war, but his heart just can’t seem to relax if he doesn’t know that Bakugou is home and safe. Breathing. Alive.
Normally it’s fine, but since Bakugou has been working himself to death the past few weeks, Izuku’s own sleep schedule has taken a toll.
Bakugou doesn’t look bloodied or bruised now, though, which is a good sign.
“I thought your shift ended at midnight?” Izuku asks, his eyes unconsciously skimming over Bakugou’s exhausted body as he slumps further down into the cushions. He folds his arms over his chest, burrowing into the oversized borrowed hoodie, and Izuku smiles because Bakugou is so loud and brash, but right now, here and safe at home, he allows himself to be soft with Izuku.
“It was supposed to,” Bakugou grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. “One of the interns got caught up in a stupid bank robbery and ended up with a fuckin’ concussion, so I stayed late to help finish up some of his paperwork.”
“That’s sweet of you, Kacchan,” Izuku teases, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his legs out to rest in Izuku’s lap.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou says, voice tense with exhaustion, “I’m a fuckin’ saint.”
Izuku let’s his hands fall onto Bakugou’s ankles, rubbing gently with his thumbs, and he swallows heavily as his eyes trail down Bakugou’s body, the black leggings hugging his muscles tightly, all the way down to the thin straps holding the stirrups along the arches of his feet.
Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but shit, that’s another thing about moving in with Bakugou after graduation. Getting to see all of these new and exciting sides of him; tense and angry and bloody after a fight, soft and exhausted after a long boring shift, sleepy and comfortable on his day off.
But the damn stirrup leggings have Izuku trying desperately hard not to act up.
“Do you - uh, want a foot rub or something?” Izuku blurts out, his thumb pressing into the bone of Bakugou’s ankle.
Bakugou’s eyes narrow, and Izuku offers a small nervous smile, trying not to seem as if he’s too interested. He just wants to help his friend relax, okay? Nothing weird about that. It’s not like they haven’t massaged each other before after a long day of hero work. Bakugou’s great with his hands, and Izuku’s arms and shoulders get knotted up so tightly after hours of using his quirk.
Bakugou still has smudges of dark eyeliner around his eyes since he hasn’t washed his face yet since patrol, and it makes his gaze piercing in the low light of the living room. He’s quiet for a moment, contemplative, before shrugging eventually and folding his arms across his chest.
“Fuck it, I ain’t gonna say no to a free foot massage,” He shrugs, “Lemme take these stupid fuckin’ leggings off first - ”
“No!” Izuku blurts out, and he chuckles awkwardly as his grip tightens on Bakugou’s ankles. “I mean - um. You don’t have to, it’s fine.”
This time, Bakugou looks… curious, which is the only way Izuku can describe his gaze. He bites his lip a bit as he thinks, and when he wiggles his toes a bit, Izuku feels warmth pooling low in his belly. Bakugou’s feet are surprisingly slender, his arch defined beautifully, ideal for someone who has to be quick on their feet. His toes are slightly pink, as are the soles of his feet, and they look soft from being in his boots all day. Izuku swallows thickly, but god, he just wants to touch.
Is he into feet? Who knows, maybe, he honestly hasn’t thought too much about it until recently. Maybe he’s just into Bakugou’s feet? When Bakugou wiggles his toes again, Izuku finally glances up and catches his gaze.
“Well? What’re you waitin’ for,” Bakugou says, his voice softer than it’s been all night.
Izuku’s hands are large, tan, and calloused - a stark contrast against Bakugou’s pale skin, and at the fist press of his thumbs into the arch, Bakugou exhales quickly through his nose, body sinking further into the couch.
It’s a little difficult to massage his feet with the strap from his stirrups hugging his arches, but at this moment in time Izuku would rather die than ask Bakugou to take them off. He moves over to just one foot, pressing both thumbs into the heel of his foot, and he slowly works his way up, calluses catching onto the legging strap as he moves upwards.
“Did the bank robber get caught?” Izuku asks, hands firm but delicate, watching as Bakugou’s toes twitch when he digs in beneath them.
“What?” Bakugou replies, blinking his eyes open where they’ve fallen shut. “The - oh, shit. Yeah. Sero was actually patrolling nearby so he got him while I took the dumbass intern to medical.”
“Don’t be so mean,” Izuku chuckles, “We were dumbass interns once, too.”
“Interns, yes. Dumbass? No,” Bakugou shoots back, but then he smirks. “Well, I wasn’t a dumbass. Can’t say the same about you, nerd.”
Izuku rolls his eyes, and he can’t help it when his touch softens, hooking a finger underneath the stirrup strap to graze his nail along the delicate arch.
The reaction is instant - Bakugou inhales sharply and twitches, looking ready to pull his leg back, but Izuku holds onto the strap, preventing him from moving away.
“Deku,” Bakugou growls, and to everyone else on this planet, the expression on his face would scream angry, sharp, intimidating.
But Izuku’s known him since they were kids. Izuku can read him like a damn book, and right now underneath that glare, Bakugou looks nervous.
Izuku keeps his touch soft, one finger hooked into the stirrup strap, while his other hand grazes right beneath the blonde’s toes. His foot twitches again, his toes curling up tightly, and the only word that comes to Izuku’s mind is cute. His feet are cute, and apparently sensitive, and Izuku has no idea what monster has taken over his brain but all he wants to do right now is see Bakugou squirm.
He might be dipping into dangerous territory, but ever since they moved in together, Bakugou’s been much more open to physical touch. It almost feels like a game they’ve been playing, dancing around each other but never going to a place they can’t return from. They’ve fallen asleep cuddling on the couch. They’ve spent quiet days off with Izuku’s head in Bakugou’s lap, the blonde idly playing with his hair while they watch old reruns of All Might movies together. They’ve even spent a few nights together in bed, holding each other close when the nightmares creep up every few weeks.
But this? This might be a place they can’t return from. Izuku’s not sure what Bakugou’s feeling right now, but the lines are so incredibly blurred in this moment, and Bakugou’s cheeks are steadily turning pink, and Izuku knows he could pull away if he really, really tried.
But he’s not. He’s staying put, fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch, eyeing Izuku warily.
“You know,” Izuku says idly, moving one hand to grip Bakugou’s ankle, the other hand trailing his fingers up and down, up and down, so soft it’s barely there. “You used to be so mean when we were kids, holding me down and tickling me until I cried.”
At the word - tickling - Bakugou audibly swallows. “Not my fault you were so damn ticklish, idiot.”
“I could never really get you back because you were so much stronger than me,” Izuku muses.
“It wouldn’t have mattered anyways, I’m not fuckin’ ticklish,” Bakugou replies. His voice sounds sure and steady, but his eyes keep flickering down to where Izuku is still stroking up and down his sole. He’s tense, and Izuku can feel it - Bakugou’s trying so hard not to move, not to give himself away.
Izuku laughs quietly to himself. Of course Bakugou would see this as a challenge to himself.
“Of course you’re not ticklish, Kacchan,” Izuku says, “Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, it might actually come true.”
“It is true, you little shit - ah!”
He squeaks, his breath hitching, when Izuku flutters his fingers under his toes again. His other leg, the one Izuku isn’t holding by the ankle, jerks back, and Izuku thinks no, we can’t have that now, before tendrils of black whip shoot out, pulling his other leg back and twisting around the ankle.
“Okay, now that’s completely fuckin’ unfair,” Bakugou grunts, trying to sound unaffected, but this time Izuku can hear the shake in his voice. “The hell are you tryin’ do here, Deku?”
“Nothing,” Izuku says, a few more tendrils of black whip emerging to wrap around his other ankle so both of Izuku’s hands are free now.
“You call this nothing?” Bakugou tugs at his feet a bit, and black whip tightens to keep him in place.
Izuku ignores him. “I thought you weren’t ticklish?”
Bakugou frowns. “I’m not.”
“Then this is nothing,” Izuku teases, finally wiggling his fingers in earnest over both of Bakugou’s feet, now bound in his lap for him to do with as he pleases. The thought has his stomach flipping, molten lava settling low in his gut, and he can’t help his dick twitching in interest.
Bakugou’s reaction is beautiful, finally a small huff of laughter escaping him as he wiggles his feet as much as he can with black whip holding his ankles down. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and they keep alternating from clutching at the cushion beneath him to hovering in the air as if he’s fighting his instinct of reaching down and showing Izuku away. His eyes are averting, as if the thought of watching Izuku tickle him is too much, and oh, he’s so cute.
Izuku’s feeling a little nice at the moment, but Bakugou’s fighting his laughter, and Izuku wants to hear him, so he moves his fingers up, scratching underneath his toes. Bakugou does laugh this time, covering his mouth with one hand in surprise as the sound escapes him. His toes curl, trying to block Izuku’s fingers, and a few more tendrils of black whip slither out and wrap around each of his toes, effectively prying them back so Izuku’s fingers can burrow into the soft, sensitive flesh there.
“Wait - no, Deku - ah, ahah.” His laughter is light and staccato, little gasps in between his growls as he covers his mouth with both hands now, muffling himself as his eyes squint in mirth. Once again, he could get Izuku to stop if he really wanted to, but besides the tugging and squirming of his bound feet, he’s not doing much else to get away.
That thought intrigues Izuku, and his confidence grows as he scratches in between his toes, pulled back and vulnerable thanks to black whip.
“I always thought your feet might be sensitive, you know, with how much you sweat and stuff,” Izuku muses, gears turning in his head as he makes mental notes on where Bakugou seems to react the most to. Underneath his toes seems much more ticklish than between them, but the arch of his sole seems equally as sensitive, especially when he pulls back one of the stirrup straps and rakes all five fingers up and down.
Bakugou gasps. “Y-you’re a d-dick,” he growls, but the words melt into laughter as Izuku does the same thing to his other foot before letting the strap go with a snap.
He gives Bakugou a moment to breathe, and the blonde finally lowers his hands from his mouth. His face is extremely flushed now, and he’s looking at Izuku with a mix of murderous intent and… want?
“Still not ticklish?” Izuku murmurs, rubbing his palms over Bakugou’s soles. The blonde twitches again, tensing, before relaxing when Izuku just rubs firmly, soothing.
“Once again - you’re a dick,” he grumbles.
“And you’re ticklish,” Izuku teases back, scratching his nails up the sides of Bakugou’s feet this time before making their way back to the soft, pink skin right beneath his toes.
“Don’t - Deku, st-stop! It f-fuckin’ - ”
“It what?” Izuku’s feeling mean now, and having Bakugou squirming because of him has his dick hardening more in his sweats. “It tickles?”
“I - I c-can’t - ahahaha!”
“You’re so strong, you can take it, can’t you?” And oh, Izuku’s playing dirty, because there’s nothing Bakugou hates than being told he can’t do something, and if he admits he can’t take the tickling, it’d be the same as admitting defeat, and Bakugou Katsuki is not someone who’s ever been defeated.
Although, Izuku thinks, watching as Bakugou covers his mouth again and squeezes his eyes shut, tickling might just be the key to finally defeating this man.
Izuku doesn’t like how muffled he sounds, though, so he uses more of black whip to sneakily slide up and twist around Bakugou’s wrists, tugging them away from his face. A few tendrils slip up his arms and slide underneath the sleeves of his hoodie, and Bakugou’s expression turns to panic.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” He hisses, but his lips are still twitching on a smile which ruins the intimidation of it. “This is an awful fuckin’ use of your quirk - ”
“So was last week, with yours,” Izuku interrupts, “when you were too lazy to microwave the popcorn and tried to just explode it instead.” Izuku laughs, remembering how long it took them to fish out all of the popcorn kernels from every single crevice in the living room.
“At least that was for a good reason!” Bakugou protests, squirming when the tendrils of black whip slip higher into his sleeves, nearly grazing his underarms now. His breathing is short, body tensed and mouth turned down in a pout.
“You’re saying this isn’t a good reason?”
“What, so fuckin’ torturing me is a good reason to abuse your quirk?”
“It’s torture?” Izuku murmurs. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.”
If Bakugou’s face could get any pinker, it would, and he bites his lip hard when Izuku wiggles black whip into the hollows of his underarms, keeping it light and feathery. Bakugou can’t hold out for long, though, and soon he’s gasping on a laugh and wriggling as much as he can in the hold Izuku has him in.
This time though, Izuku fails to notice Bakugou’s feet squirming aggressively, and Izuku freezes and gasps when the blonde’s bound feet nudge against the very obvious hard-on in his sweats.
Izuku swallows, his hands darting down to grab a hold of Bakugou’s feet. His toes are still tied back with black whip, and Izuku resists the urge to brush his fingers along the skin because something is unraveling inside of him and having Bakugou like this is quickly becoming addicting. Instead, he ducks his head, words escaping him as he opens his mouth but not coming up with anything to say.
A few seconds pass, Izuku preparing himself mentally for an explosion to blast him away or for disgusted yelling and screaming to occur. He’s already mentally drafting the text to Todoroki to ask if he can move in with him when Bakugou inevitably kicks him out once he’s freed.
A beat passes. One. Two. The silence is deafening, and Izuku finally manages to raise his eyes up to glance at Bakugou, surprised at the curious expression painted there. Bakugou nudges his heels gently against Izuku’s dick again, and Izuku hisses and bites his lip, apologies already spilling from his mouth,
“I’m s-sorry, shit, um - ”
“I should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be into something weird like this,” Bakugou says lowly, tilting his head a bit, almost like a cat analyzing it’s prey. “You’re a little freak, ain’t ya?”
The words should be harsh and piercing, but Bakugou sounds like he’s…. teasing him. And not in the mean, bullying way that Izuku was expecting. Their eyes meet, and Izuku sees a small hint of a smirk when Bakugou presses his heels in harder, wiggling against Izuku’s clothed cock as much as he can in his restraints.
“Kacchan - ah,” Izuku sighs, cheeks burning. “What’re you - ”
“What is it you like about it, huh?” Bakugou asks, his voice low.
Izuku’s head feels like it’s going to explode. “I don’t… I don’t know? I didn’t even - I mean… I like….”
Bakugou raises an eyebrow. His arms are still held tightly with black whip, the tendrils under his arms twitch when Izuku stutters, making Bakugou squeak quietly and jerk in his hold. That has Izuku’s eyes darkening again, and Bakugou still hasn’t blasted him away. If anything he’s egging him on, and Izuku’s mind races with what this might mean.
“I like… you,” Izuku starts off slowly.
“Me?” Bakugou questions, and if Izuku isn’t mistaken, there’s a twinge of something akin to hope in his voice.
“Yeah, you,” Izuku breathes, all rational thoughts thrown to the wayside now. “But I also like… having you, like this,” Izuku plays with the stirrup straps on Bakugou’s soles, fiddling with the fabric, breathing hard when Bakugou squirms each time his fingers graze the skin. “I like feeling you squirm. Hearing you laugh. Having you all… y’know, vulnerable for me?”
As he speaks, a few more tendrils of black whip slip under the front hem of Bakugou’s hoodie, slithering up and tapping away at his ribs. That has Bakugou giggling again, and god, Izuku loves his laugh. This is different from his normal laugh, it’s softer and hiccupy and the sound sends white-hot heat straight to his dick. Shit, could he come from this? Just from having Bakugou squirming and laughing and bound up like a perfect little present?
“Jesus - Izuku,” Bakugou laughs, rubbing his thighs together, and Izuku’s eyes widen when he sees a bulge in his leggings, now visible from where his hoodie has ridden up.
Izuku’s brain short-circuits then, and he’s now laser focused on the other boy, fingers moving almost mindlessly as they go back to scratching beneath sensitive toes. Izuku keeps his eyes on Bakugou’s face, his expressions, every twitch of his brow, and the blonde chokes on a laugh and ducks his head, trying to hide his face since Izuku has his arms pulled aside.
“What do you like about it?” Izuku asks, growing bolder the more Bakugou squirms.
“Fuck, oh my g-god, I d-dont - !”
Izuku moves finally, and though he keeps Bakugou bound with his quirk, he crawls up until he’s seated, straddling Bakugou’s thighs where they’re squeezed together, and now Izuku’s just a nudge away from Bakugou’s own obvious arousal.
“You don’t like it?” Izuku says, and this time, he withdraws black whip from underneath Bakugou’s hoodie, instead sliding his own hands beneath the fabric to touch bare skin. His hands are warm and large, fingers curling gently over Bakugou’s deliciously tapered waist, and though he doesn’t do anything yet, Bakugou’s shifting and squirming beneath him already.
Bakugou’s eyes meet Izuku’s finally, and when Izuku flicks his gaze down to Bakugou’s cock, hard as a rock in his leggings, Bakugou groans and ducks his head again.
“It’s not - I don’t know!” Bakugou breathes out, frustration clear in his voice. “You’re just - fuck, it’s weird.”
“It’s not that weird, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, and Bakugou tugs helplessly at his arms again. Izuku hums, pulling his arms with black whip until his wrists are crossed, and then slowly - absolutely mean - he lifts Bakugou’s arms up and back until his elbows are bent, bound hands pulled behind his head and forcing Bakugou to lean back more into the arm of the couch. Izuku slides further up, straddling Bakugou’s thighs until their clothed cocks finally brush, and Bakugou breathes out a shaky noise.
“It’s okay,” Izuku breathes.
“Let me go,” Bakugou grumbles, but his eyes are averted, blush high on his cheeks, teeth gnawing at his lower lip nervously. And wow, having Bakugou nervous, beneath him where Izuku can feel the heat radiating off of his body, has Izuku grinding forward, rubbing their dicks together firmly.
Bakugou instinctively tries to buck his hips up, but with the way he’s bound up, he can’t get too much leverage. Once again, he’s still not blasting Izuku off into the sun with his own quirk, so Izuku drums his fingers against Bakugou’s bare sides, drawing little circles with his thumbs right beneath his ribs.
“Ah - ” Bakugou hiccups on another strained giggle, and Izuku grins at him sharply.
“What do you like about it?” Izuku repeats, tickling oh-so-gently, because now that he has his hands touching him, he can’t stop. He can feel every hitch of breath, can feel his body tremble with restrained laughter, and there’s definitely no going back from here.
When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Izuku creeps his hands higher, towards the upper part of his ribs. His hoodie is bunched up completely now, and although Izuku would love to remove the damn piece of clothing, he’s scared if he lets Bakugou go now, this electric bubble they’re both in will pop and Izuku will have missed his chance completely.
He grinds against Bakugou again, while at the same time finally digging into his ribs, and the explosive laughter that Bakugou lets out has Izuku groaning out loud.
“Okay - okahahay! Fuck!” Bakugou yelps, taking a breath when Izuku’s fingers finally pause. “I - fuck, I don’t know. I like… how it feels, not being… not being able to move or some shit, I guess.”
Bakugou looks like he’d rather die than tell Izuku all of this, but Izuku’s already gotten this far, and there’s nothing that would ever make him stop now. The blurred line is now vanished completely, and Izuku murmurs quietly,
“You like being tied up, Kacchan?”
Bakugou frowns, glaring at him, but doesn’t respond.
Izuku continues, smirking. “You like being tied up by me?”
Bakugou squirms a bit, staying defiantly silent.
“You like being tickled like this? Helpless, vulnerable, letting me do whatever I want to you while you can’t do anything to stop it?” Izuku has no idea where this filthy mouth of his came from, but he takes this newfound confidence and harnesses it, slipping a hand down to cup Bakugou through his leggings and squeeze.
“Nn - fuck,” Bakugou pants. “No, you asshole, I don’t like being tickled - ”
“I disagree,” Izuku says, and this time when he pinches at Bakugou’s ribs, he can feel Bakugou’s cock jump beneath his hand as the blonde gasps out a laugh. “I actually think you really like it.”
“Just - when it’s you,” Bakugou finally gasps out, giggling softly as Izuku crawls his hand higher. His words give Izuku pause, Izuku’s heart beating rapidly in his chest because oh. Okay. Just when it’s him? Because it’s him?
Oh.
“Kacchan,” Izuku breathes, a magnetic pull tugging at his chest until he’s ducking down and kissing the laughter right out of Bakugou’s mouth. The blonde moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper, and Izuku happily licks into his mouth, chasing the feeling of god, fuck, finally.
Bakugou jerks his head to the side though when Izuku’s hand creeps higher, fluttering dangerous fingers into his underarm, and he yelps on a laugh, squirming and bucking up into Izuku’s other hand still kneading at his dick.
“Oh my god,” Bakugou giggles, shaking his head back and forth, and Izuku takes a moment to duck lower and kiss his neck, licking up beneath his jaw, biting gently right under his ear. That has Bakugou squeaking again, and Izuku moans as he feels the blonde tremble against him.
“God, you’re so cute,” Izuku moans in disbelief. “How can you be so hot and cute at the same time?”
“Y-you should be - ah, ahaha - asking yourself th-that - fuck, Izuku, I cahahan’t!”
Izuku stops tickling him for a moment and grins. “You think I’m hot and cute?”
“Not right now, while you’re ti - ,” Bakugou cuts himself off with an embarrassed grunt, not even able to say the actual word, and Izuku takes note of that happily, “Also, fuck you, I’m not cute.”
Izuku doesn’t respond right away, instead opting for shoving Bakugou’s leggings down so they’re bunched around his thighs, freeing his dick, before settling back up where he was seated before. He pulls his own cock out of his sweats, and when he wraps a large, calloused hand around them both and strokes, squeezing perfectly tight, Bakugou throws his head back and moans.
Tendrils of black whip slide down his legs where his feet are still tightly held in place, and as they flutter and scratch beneath his toes more intensely this time, Bakugou actually lets out a small sob, his eyes tearing up as he simultaneously tries to tug at his legs while also squirming up into Izuku’s hand on their cocks.
“You’re feet are so sensitive,” Izuku muses, his pupils so dark his eyes look black, and although Bakugou can’t really kiss him back while he’s laughing, that doesn’t stop Izuku from swallowing up every little noise he makes, lips spit-slick and panting against Bakugou’s mouth.
“Izu - Izuku, plehehease - ah, fuck, fuck,” He sounds like something straight out of one of Izuku’s wet dreams, and Izuku leans back again to stare at his face. Bakugou’s eyes are screwed up now, tears leaking out from the corners, and Izuku coos at him.
“Baby,” he says sweetly, “Is it too much?”
“Y-yes, I can’t - Izuku please.”
“I think you’re stronger than that. It’s just tickling,” Izuku teases. Bakugou’s cock is leaking, and it’s making the slide of Izuku’s hand on them both so, so good. Izuku brings out some more tendrils of black whip, sliding them right back underneath Bakugou’s hoodie to return to the warmth of his underarms, and Bakugou screams.
“It’s so - ahhaha, it’s t-too much,” Bakugou whines, his breathless giggling mixed with moans that sound as if they’re being punched out of him, and his body is strung tight, so tight Izuku can feel how close he is to breaking.
There’s something so incredibly sweet about taking Bakugou completely apart like this. Izuku pants and grinds into his own hand, squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock against the blonde’s, and while black whip continues tormenting Bakugou’s poor feet and underarms, Izuku’s own free hand comes up to grip Bakugou by the chin, forcing him to look at him, eyes blurry through his tears.
“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his lips just a breath away from Bakugou’s, feeling the warm desperate noises coming out of the boy’s mouth.
Izuku swipes his thumb over the head of Bakugou’s cock, his own arousal forgotten as he slips down to squeeze at the base tightly, preventing the blonde from actually coming. Bakugou makes a guttural, desperate noise, and Izuku’s grip tightens on his face, keeping him there, watching him.
Izuku’s quirk is nearly everywhere by now, black whip slithering beneath the leggings to stroke behind his knees, a few more tendrils brushing and tickling at his neck, and even more settled beneath his hoodie, prodding and digging and relentless. The fight has completely left Bakugou finally, and he’s slumped against the arm of the couch, body shaking and fighting the plethora of sensations that are overwhelming him.
“Hey,” Izuku laughs a bit, “Baby, c’mon. Tell me how it feels.”
It almost feels evil, watching as Bakugou tries to speak, to come with something, anything to get Izuku to - what, to stop tickling him? To keep tickling him? To stroke his dick again until he comes all over himself? Bakugou’s brain is mush, and Izuku revels in the desperation painted on the boy’s blushing face.
“It - fuck, it f-feels like torture,” Bakugou manages to gasp out, but he bucks his hip up when he feels black whip dig into the ticklish dip of his hip.
“You like being tortured, it seems,” Izuku points out as Bakugou’s cock leaks another bead of precome, so red and hard it’s nearly purple.
“No - ” Bakugou hiccups on his laughter, eyes widening when Izuku raises a brow,, “I mean - fine, shihihit - yes, yes, I like it, god fucking d-damnit Izuku!”
“Shh,” Izuku soothes, but he doesn’t release his hold at the base of Bakugou’s cock.
“Please,” Bakugou whines, and Izuku nearly comes when he realizes he has Bakugou exactly where he wants him.
“Please what?” Izuku releases Bakugou’s chin and his hand slips under the hoodie, pinching right at Bakugou’s top rib, a place Izuku’s learned makes him absolutely lose it.
“Pl-please let me - ah, ahaha fuhuhuck - please let me c-come!” Bakugou’s crying in earnest now, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the crook of Izuku’s neck, and Izuku’s heart leaps when the blonde bites down on Izuku’s shirt, trying to muffle his noises in the fabric.
It’s adorable, and Izuku sighs happily. “Of course, Kacchan.”
He grabs ahold of both of their cocks again, this time stroking in earnest, fast and quick. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps of his hand before Bakugou is crying out against Izuku’s neck, writhing beneath him as he comes, and Izuku keeps tickling him through it. The sensation is electric, Bakugou’s body fighting to distinguish between pleasure and torment, and Izuku groans loudly as he uses Bakugou’s come to stroke his own cock.
“St-stop,” Bakugou giggles, completely breathless, “Too - too f-fucking much - please - ”
Izuku ducks back down to kiss the sweet helpless laughter right out of his mouth, finally coming, his own come mixing with Bakugou’s between them. Izuku heaves a deep breath, slumping against Bakugou as black whip finally retracts, disappearing back into his body and releasing the blonde from their clutches.
It’s quiet for a moment, Bakugou’s arms having fallen limp at his sides, head still buried in Izuku’s neck as he catches his breath. When he shifts, flexing his legs a little, Izuku leans back, sitting up and brushing Bakugou’s hair back from his sweaty forehead.
“Holy fuck,” Bakugou manages, blinking leftover tears from his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ evil, you know that?”
Izuku giggles nervously, still riding the high of whatever the hell just happened between them. Bakugou finally lifts his arms, wrapping them around Izuku’s waist loosely, and Izuku’s heart flutters when Bakugou leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth.
“You liked it,” Izuku says, turning to kiss him properly, now able to happily lick into the warmth without Bakugou’s laughter hindering him.
“Fuck off,” Bakugou murmurs into his mouth. “So what if I did, huh?”
Izuku just hums, because that blurred line being gone means that now he can kiss Bakugou whenever he wants, and that thought has him grinning widely and winding his arms around Bakugou’s neck.
“Ew, no, don’t get your nasty jizz-hands in my hair!” Bakugou protests, and Izuku laughs out loud, pulling his arms back quickly.
“Shit - sorry, sorry! We should probably get cleaned up, huh? Your hoodie is covered in come.”
“Good thing it’s not my hoodie, then,” Bakugou smirks. His cheeks are still flushed, and Izuku rolls his eyes as he takes his come-covered hand and smacks it right into Bakugou’s cheek before darting off of him and running away like his life depends on it.
Bakugou shrieks and scrambles to chase after him, and Izuku’s laughter echoes happily through their apartment.
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I'm so excited to participate in your augtickletober! For number 28, please consider writing lee kirishima! with ler todoroki from my hero academia hehehe, a relaxing massage seems nice~
By the way if the number is already taken, feel free to change to any numbers (probably number 29 or 24 as backups just in case 28 got taken), thank youu!!
TickleTober Day 28 - Massage
Oooooh not a pairing I write for often! Still, the skrimblos must have their fun. Kiri would be the kinda guy to massage his friends, so nice! I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Todoroki
Ler: Kirishima
Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Todoroki was stressed, to say the least. Working tirelessly to get his Provisional License, training hard to stay on top, and regular classwork had him going pretty much non-stop. Cold soba was his only escape, and even that was starting to lose its effect. It was all wearing on him, keeping his muscles tense and eyes sunken with dark bags.
The dual-quirked teen sauntered into the dorm’s kitchen, in search of his comfort food. His shoulders ached from tension, his neck and back in similar condition. The cold soba was the only thing he wanted at that moment. When he opened the fridge door, though, he deflated. “Damn it…” He had forgotten to make more the night before, exhausted from another night of rigorous training.
Kirishima walked into the room, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Todoroki! How’s it…going.” He saw the other student’s tired, saddened form, concern blooming on his face. “Are you okay, man?”
He sighed, closing the door and cutting off the cool air. Was he okay? He wasn’t sure he knew the answer himself. “Uhm…yes. Why do you ask?”
That only made the bubbly teen’s brows furrow. “Because you look very not okay. You’re more tense than Aizawa sensei after dealing with Bakubro and Midoriya.” He smiled softly, a small huff of air escaping him. Though they didn't interact much, Todo knew he could trust the boy and enjoyed his company. “Maybe I am a little wound up.”
Kiri chuckled, getting a bit closer and opening the fridge. He noticed the lack of his classmate’s favorite dish. “If you want, I could help. I’m not the greatest cook, but I could try and make you some soba. Maybe a massage or something.”
The massage option caught his attention. He was stupidly tense; he could use a break. “I wouldn’t mind a massage, if you’re willing to give one.”
“So formal, Todobro. You’ve gotta loosen up a bit.” He was more than happy to help out his classmate, moving over to one of the dorm couches. “And of course, I’m happy to. You wanna sit down and I’ll help?”
He nodded, following him and sitting down beside the red-haired teen. Normally, he wouldn’t have been so accepting of the concerned gesture. Midoriya and the others had been working with him on asking for help, though; it was working. Kiri went right to work, rubbing circles in his shoulders. It was unfair how quickly the tension began to ease.
Eijirou moved methodically, working to ease his peer’s tense muscles. The sheer amount of knots he had to work out concerned him. “Jeez, man. You’ve really gotta take more breaks. This isn’t healthy.”
A small hum came from the tense teen; he was too lost in the calming feeling to do much else. At first, when Kiri was working his shoulders, it felt wonderful. He could feel the tension leaving, the tight pains fading to dull aches or going entirely.
As time passed, Kirishima’s hands wandered, moving to the base of his ribs and back. A small, annoying buzz came with the release, making him smile. Todoroki squirmed a little, trying to distract himself from the feeling.
Kirishima noticed the squirms, pulling his hands away. “You good? Sorry if I hurt you, I’m a little rusty.” Of course that’s where his mind went. That boy was too kind. “No, it’s fine. Just needed to move.” With a nod, the massage continued, right back at the dreaded spot.
Okay, that was fine. He could handle a little buzzing, no problem. At least, he thought he could, until Kirishima moved upwards again, gently poking his neck to feel for tension. Todo went rigid, a small giggle escaping him. Oh, he was screwed.
“Todoroki…are you ticklish?” Previous statement retracted. Kirishima wasn’t nice at all for asking. He knew the answer already, and knew the other boy would lie. “Uh, no. Just, um, thought of something funny.”
Bullshit. Kiri sniffed out the obvious lie, deciding to toy with his friend. “Okay then. I’ll be more gentle, just because.” He went back to massaging the other teen’s neck, making sure to scritch his nails on the skin every once in a while. Todoroki bit his lip, thankful his back was to the hero-in-training. Rosy cheeks and a poorly suppressed smile didn’t really help his case.
This continued for about a minute; Kiishima gently massaging the other teen, occasionally letting his nails scrape the sensitive skin, and Todoroki trying desperately to stay quiet. The bright boy’s patience was wearing thin, and although he’d love to continue massaging his friend, the giggle was too enticing. He gave up on subtlety, going and simultaneously squeezing both Todoroki’s sides.
He muffled a yelp, jolting forwards and grabbing the crimson student’s hands. There was no denying it now; Todoroki was ticklish, and Kirishima was gonna help him let loose. Kiri wrapped his legs around the other’s torso, pulling him back and against his chest. It was a classic Kiri play-fight move, one most of the other students feared and loved; it meant that he was about to get it.
Ten fingers drilled into both his sides, pulling a few surprised giggles from the serious teen. He tried to squirm out of it, but he was essentially trapped in a hug; pinned both around the middle by wiggling fingers and waist by strong legs, Todoroki was trapped. He probably could’ve burned his way out of the hold, but he would never purposefully hurt his classmate.
“Wow, so wiggly, Todobro. I’m just trying to get you to relax! Like these sides, they must be tense if you’re fighting it this much!” He knew that wasn’t why he was squirming so much, but it was an “excuse” to continue the tickling. Besides, teasing him was fun. He experimentally scribbled Todo’s navel, The results were better than he could’ve hoped for.
“K-KIHIRISHIMAHA! NOHOHO!” He practically squealed when he felt the boy’s nails on his belly button, his cheeks almost matching his left hair as he laughed. Kirishima adored the sound, happy that his classmate trusted him enough to cut loose like that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, but still. “Aww, there we go. You gotta release all that inner turmoil and stress, bro. Laughter is perfect!”
His well-meaning teases were completely unfair. Todoroki drummed his feet on the couch, twisting and shoving at his classmate’s hands. He didn’t totally hate what was happening, but still, it tickled! He just wished Kiri’s nails were focusing anywhere but his belly button. “MOHOHOVE! COHOME OHOHOHON!”
Feeling merciful, he did as he was asked, instead focusing his fingers on the candy-cane boy’s sides.Loud laughter gave way to sweet giggles, surprisingly bright for such a serious kid. “Kihiri- Kihirishihihimaha! Whyhihihi?”
“Why? You’re stressed, that’s why. I’ve never seen someone so determined to have an aneurysm before adulthood before. You could do with some giggles.” He squeezed his navel, making Todoroki emphasize it with a squeal. “Like that! Very cute, by the way. You should laugh more.”
Such a jerk! He wanted to protest anything Kirishima had just claimed, but he couldn’t. Truth was, the tickling was helping. While giggly and flustered, he was much less tense than when he’d arrived. He also felt much happier, though he attributed that to human interaction rather than the goofy touch.
Kiri could tell he was enjoying himself, at least to an extent. He hadn’t heard the actual word “stop” once. A certain sound, though, made him halt the touch. Was that…?
*grrrrrrlm*
Todoroki’s cheeks somehow got redder, that time from embarrassment. His stomach had growled rather loudly, reminding him of his long day and skipped meals. Kirishima was the one to laugh then, releasing his friend from the tickly hold. “Ohokay, your stomach’s got an opinion. Think we should get you some food, huh Todoroki?”
The half-and-half teen mumbled something under his breath, but nodded in agreement. He was hungry, and some cold soba would be nice. Kirishima chuckled, heading back to the dorm kitchen to prepare some grub for him and his friend.
Todoroki looked after him, a small smile on his face. He felt much better than he had before, his dampened spirits lifted by the other student’s silliness. He got up, following to help with the dish. He’d have to ask for massages more often…
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Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!
Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~
A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3
Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage
Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."
Characters: Dabi, Hawks
Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!
Lee: Dabi
Ler: Hawks
Word Count: 1,187
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“Alrighty, ya ready?”
Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.
Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend.
“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,
“I just want a chance to get back at you.”
“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.
Hawks smirked mischievously,
“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”
he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,
“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”
The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,
“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”
He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.
There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.
So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath.
He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.
“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”
“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.
“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,
“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”
“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”
Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.
“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.
“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”
Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,
“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”
“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”
“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.
All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.
Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.
“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.
Dabi scoffed,
“What gives you that idea?”
“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,
“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”
The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,
“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”
“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”
Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,
“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”
“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,
“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”
He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.
“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”
Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.
“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.
It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.
“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”
And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.
“What’s… so funny?” he panted.
Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,
“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”
Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.
Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.
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Omg I just read your phantom tickles fic!! What a cute villain! I'd love to see him go up against a pro hero (like Hawks or Aizawa)!!
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My Hero Academia: Give us a smile, hero
Weeeee! Thank you for the ask anon!!! Lee!Aizawa is here babyyyy!!! Honestly I was sooo torn between Hawks and Aizawa, but this doesn't mean I won't do Hawks as well if someone else requests! 😚
Summary: Aizawa gets involved in a purse-snatching incident on his day off and ends up wishing he hadn't seen anything.
Lee!Aizawa, Ler!villain OC
Tw: None
03/03/23
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Eggs. Milk. Oat milk for Denki. Cayenne pepper for Bakugo. Kirishimas protein milkshake mix. Chocolate for Eri. Aizawa read off his shopping list in his head, making his way through the local corner store with his trolley of items. Some for him, some requests from his students. It was his day off, meaning he got to wear his casuals. A comfy slightly oversized t-shirt, jacket and jeans.
"For Serooo... Tamarind paste?" He murmured to himself, wondering what Sero would use said item for as he examined the label. "Hm. I'm sure I'll find out soon." As he set the small jar into his kart, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Down the end of the isle was a loud rich looking couple, laughing and mocking the cheap prices of most items in the store.
"Oh look, honey, only ninety nine cents for a cup noodle?"
"Ew. It must taste like garbage being that cheap. Let's just go to the restaurant, it smells of cat piss in here."
Unpleasant people, that was obvious. But that wasn't what caught his eye. No, it was the boy who had been looking at that item prior to them and was now walking back towards the couple. He bumped into the man harshly as he moved past.
"Hey! Watch it urchin!"
"Sorry sir." One wallet successfully snatched. The boy made his way to the exit, making off with the rich man's money.
Aizawa's instinct kicked in and he rushed after the boy. "Hold my shopping for me, I'll be back." He called to the cashier who nodded, knowing Aizawas occupation. He's a busy man.
He headed outside, just catching a glimpse of the thief as they ducked around a corner into an alleyway, following him swiftly.
The boy in question sighed as he opened the wallet, taking out the card and cash that was stashed inside. "This'll go towards feeding those who need it." He smiled to himself.
"Very kind of you, kid." Aizawa rested a hand on the boy's shoulder once he caught up, catching him by suprise.
"Gah!" The boy yelped, juggling with the wallet before snatching it away and hiding it behind his back. "What's the big idea?! Scarin' me like- Ooooh, Eraser." His brave front dipped as he realised who it was that had caught him. "Uuuhaha. What can I do for, you, sir?" He asked with a chuckle.
Aizawa held out his hand. "You can hand over the wallet, kid. I don't want you getting into any trouble." He was being honest. Aizawa couldn't stand seeing young people become criminals. "Please."
The boy looked at Aizawas hand, then up at him with an insulted expression. "Kid? Just how old do you think I am?"
"Seventeen?"
"Gh! I'm twenty-one!" He grumbled, folding his arms before smiling. "Look, Eraser, I respect you as a hero and teacher. I really do. You're awesome! Always so, so, uuuh... What's the word... Pokerfaced!"
Aizawa raised a brow, still holding his hand out. "Pokerfaced?"
"Yep. No emotions except for 'I'm disappointed in my kids' and 'I'm going to kill you'." He chuckled, stuffing the wallet into his back pocket. "I wonder...?" He mused, looking Aizawa up and down. The hero had already made the mistake of putting a hand on him. Game on. "Can you give me a biiig smile?"
"Please just hand over the wallet. I don't want any t-aha!" The stoic hero stammered, surprised by the noise that escaped his lips. "Wh-What the hehell?" He hugged himself, feeling a pressure on his ribs. Something tickly running up and down the inside of his shirt. "Wh-What is that?"
"That's me. Sorry, I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. Now, smiiiiile for me, hero~" The villain grinned, making a pinching gesture in the air, sending tickly shocks to Aizawas defenseless ribs, eliciting a chorus of muffled grunts as Aizawa attempted to stay quiet. The glint of a smile already tugging at his lips.
"H-Hold on kid, look I-I won't report you okay? I just want the wallet b-AHA!" A bout of loud giggling sprung forth as the tickling switched from squeezing to vigorous shaking, attacking the lowest ribs of the set and slowly moving up.
"Stahap! P-Please I'm serious, I dohon't-! Aha! I dohon't wahant a fihihight! Hahaha!" His cool composure steadily melted away as the tickling attack deepened, no amount of hugging was going to stop it.
"A fight?" The boy chuckled, watching Aizawa's struggle fondly. "I'm afraid it doesn't look like much of a fight to me. Looks like you've already lost, to be honest. But, keep ya hopes up." He teased, moving his tickles down to Aizawas hips, grinning as the reaction doubled in severity.
Aizawa felt his knees give out as his hips were targeted. This was a particularly bad spot for him, one a certain yellow-haired DJ often chose to torment him with. "Wahahait! Hahaha! Shihit!" He crumbled. The great Eraser Head, feared by many a villain, was brought to his knees via some tickles. "Y-Yohohou cahan't!"
"Oh, but, Eraser Head, I can! And so easily too~"
"Nahahaha! Ahaha! I-I swehear, I'll cahatch you!"
"Oooh that sounds fun! A game of tag! You know, a certain explody student of yours said something similar. He didn't catch me. Obviously. He met the same fate as you're going to." He smiled, crouching by the hero's side as he wriggled about helplessly. "Cooooochi, coochi, coooo~ You do have a very nice laugh. You could have any guy or gal you wanted with a voice like that, you know."
"Nohoho! I-I- BWAHAHAHAHA!" More hands joined in the game, tickling under his arms and squeezing his knees. "Stahaha-AHAHA! Stop, stop! Kihihid!" This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't been tickled before, so why was this so maddening?
"Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha, I bet your students are too scared to try something like this on you. I think if I had to see you every day, I'd be scared too. But, you probably won't see me again for a while, so I'm confident that you won't be getting any revenge." He cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm.
"AAAH! Noho! No rahaspberries! C'mohohon! This is ridiculous!" The hero was embarrassed and irritated with himself. Being reduced to a pile of giggly tears on the floor. His hair had slipped from it's bun, falling messily around his face as he curled in on himself, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slid down his cheeks, over the pink tinge of hysterics on his skin.
"Hey, raspberries are the best, don't you slander them. Heeeere comes another~!"
"NOOOHOHOHOOOO!"
The boy chuckled, standing and straightening his tie. "Don't worry, I promise this money will go towards those who actually need it. I ain't no villain." He reassured. "I'll see you round, Eraser. Make sure to keep smiling~" He turned, walking away and humming to himself as he continued to plague the hero with relentless tickling.
"Wahahit! Gihive me the wallet! AHAHAHA!"
The tickling lasted for another couple of minutes. He was just glad no prying eyes found him laying there giggling like a little girl. Once it eventually stopped, he sat up, puffing as he lazily tied his hair back out of his face.
The fact he was too bombarded with tickles to even think about using his Quirk only added to the shame he felt right now. All he had to do was look at him and it would have been over instantly. But, tickling. He had to use tickling of all things.
"Dahamn... So that's who Bakugo was so grumpy at... I get it now." He chuckled to himself, taking a breather before heading back to the store to finish his shopping. There was no use in chasing the boy right now. He was tired, more so than usual, and just wanted to get home and rest. There was something very trusting about the boy too. He really didn't seem like a bad guy.
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Heya! I'm so excited your requests are open! Could you do a mha fic with Bakugou and Shinsou? Either lee!baku or a tickle fight? If you don't feel it, no worries!! Thanks you!
Training partner
Oof I haven't written for MHA in a while, but it's Shinso so I can't say no to that XD
And as much as I love to badmouth Bakugo, I still love writing/reading tk content of him for some reason lol. So this was quite the fun pair to receive~
Merry Christmas~!
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Bakugo x Shinso (interpret as you wish)
Lee: Bakubro
Ler: Shinso
Warnings: Tickles! A bit of bondage!
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Bakugo was furious to say the least. I mean, he was always angry. But today even more so. He had been looking for someone to spar with all day but all of his friends seemed very busy. That's when he stumbled upon Aizawa sensei who suggested him to practice with his prodege, Shinso. The blonde was hesitant but it's not like he had much of a choice.
He and Shinso went out into an open field where they could freely throw hands at one another.
"This'll be too easy~" Bakugo grinned, very confident in himself while Shinso only rolled his eyes. They both got into position to fight and...
WHAM!
BAM!
KABOOM!
Bakugo was so busy trying to attack Shinso with all his might, he ended up getting captured by his scarf.
"You were saying?~" Shinso smirked proudly to himself, having managed to tangle up the explosive boy up in a tree. He was hanging upside down. It was pretty funny watching him squirm like a fish out of water to try to get free, but it was no use. He was pretty stuck up there. The purple haired male let out a soft snicker, causing Bakugo to get riled up even more.
"Oi! Don't laugh at me you damn extra!" the blonde snarled at him. Shinso could practically see the flames in his eyes. To add more salt into his wounded pride, the purple haired male decided to have a bit of fun with him.
He slowly approached Bakugo with a slight teasy smirk, causing the other to grow a bit nervous. Not like he would show it so of course he kept the tough guy act up.
"So are you gonna put me down or what?!" the blonde practically shouted up to Shinso's face.
"Hmm... now why should I? When you look so vulnerable right now~".
"Huh-" Bakugo's brain shortcircuited as he felt a poke to his stomach. He watched as Shinso's grin grew wider at the second. A soft blush started to spread across Bakugo's cheeks. "I swear if you tickle me I will- PFFT! BWAHAHAHA! W-WAHAIT! STAHAHAP!".
Bakugo's threat fell deaf as he quickly started cackling like a madman. Shinso was currently digging his fingers against his ribs, making sure to get between each ticklish bone.
"Sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you through your laugh~" Shinso teased as his fingertips lazily trailed down Bakugo's sides and all around his stomach.
"Pfftehehehe! I-I swehear when I get ohout you're so deheHEAD-!" Bakugo shrieked in surprise as Shinso's hand snuck below his uniform, playfully tickling his navel.
It didn't matter how many threats and curses he yelled out, he was stuck up there for Shinso to tease as long as he wanted. And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, not like Bakugo would ever admit to liking it though.
Shinso then dragged his fingers down his sides to his ribs, right below his underarms. "Any last words?~".
"S-suck my- PFFT! AHH! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THEHERE!" Bakugo squealed, yes you heard me, squealed in laughter as Shinso playfully scratched at him armpits. Somehow his laughter got even more wild. He squeezed his eyes fully shut. Shinso watched in amazement as Bakugo's face slowly turned all kinds of shades of red. Even though he looked like he might die from lack of oxygen, Bakugo looked so happy, like actually happy. Maybe he did enjoy this as much as Shinso.
Shinso softly smiled down at him as he kept attacking the sweet spot "What's wrong? Did I hit a good spot?~". The tease only made Bakugo more insane with laughter. His smile was so bright and wide it was unrecognizeable.
Once Bakugo's laughter started to turn wheezy and silent did Shinso let up. He slowed down his wiggly fingers to soft tickles, just to keep the blonde all giggly. It was rare hearing him chuckle so sweet and softly, but it was quite the pleasant sound. Shinso could keep this up forever but Bakugo truly looked worned out so he finally stopped, helping Bakugo down from his tangled mess.
The blonde quickly sucked as much air as he could, his red cheeks all puffed out from embarrassment. He tried to look angry and annoyed but his eyes looked so soft and content. Bakugo lowered his head as his blush grew ever so wider and mumbled out "T-thanks for that... I guess...". It was barely audible, but Shinso managed to catch it.
A blush of his own started to form before he tried acting all teasy again, but in the end he settled for a warm, caring smile "No problem~".
After that encounter, they both headed back to their respective dorms, neither of them talked about what happened but they both kept thinking about it all day and night. Both content and flustered by the experience. Who knows, maybe they'll get the chance to 'train' again.
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I had too much fun with this akdhsjdjsj
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Merry and Bright (My Hero Academia)
ShinDeku AU
Summary: Deku playfully tries to get Shinsou to tell him what he got him for Christmas, but Shinsou is determined not to break and decides to turn the tables.
A/N: ShinDeku!! I need I say more? These boys still have my heart, even if I don't write for MHA as often these days. I figured if I was going to share an MHA fic this year, a Christmasy one for Christmas Day would be perfect! This is #4 of 4. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays! ^^
Word Count: 1,687
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“Plehehehehease, Izuku!” Shinsou giggled, squirming in his more-than-a-friend, not-quite-a-boyfriend’s hold. He tried to cover up his sensitive sides but failed miserably. “I cahahahahahan’t tell you!”
“Can’t?” Deku challenged playfully, hugging him closer, curling his fingers in with devious purpose. “Or won’t?”
The day had started out fairly normally, all things considered. It was winter break now, and Shinsou was spending the day with Deku (and later with Deku’s mom as well, though she was at work right now, thank god) setting up the tree and generally decorating their apartment for Christmas. Once the tree was up and the lights had been turned on, Shinsou made an offhanded comment about how he needed to remember to bring Deku’s gift over the next time to put underneath of it, which spurred an excited Izuku Midoriya to ask what it was, which led to Shinsou saying of course he couldn’t tell him, and now…
“Ehehehahahahaha! Stohohohohohop!” the purple-haired boy squealed, grasping Deku’s wrists, only half trying to pull him away. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give up the goods, but he couldn’t honestly say he hated when the other tickled him like this. Tickling was kind of the glue that had stuck them together, so to speak. He was sure he could never hate it now.
Deku giggled along with him. “Not until you tell me, Toshi~”
That was another thing. Toshi. Deku had begun calling him that somewhere along the line, and it made Shinsou’s heart do all kinds of crazy backflips and somersaults. He melted at the nickname, but that wasn’t going to make him give in now. He was determined not to let slip what he’d gotten the stubborn greenette for Christmas.
“I cahahahahan’t!” he cried, then amended, “I wohohohohon’t! You cahahahan’t mahahahake me!”
“Oh?” Deku’s voice took on a wicked tone, suddenly dragging Shinsou away from the tree and over to the couch. He shoved the taller boy down face-first into the cushions, fingers digging wildly into his ribs and sides, making him howl. “I bet I can~”
“Nohohohohoooo!” Shinsou cackled, trying frantically to reach behind him and push Deku away, but when that failed and only opened the door for the smaller boy to dig into his underarms, he shrieked into the cushions and clutched onto them for dear life, using them as a lifeline to ground himself on as he laughed out his helplessness. “This isn’t fahahahahahahair! I cahahahahan’t tell you – it defeheheheats the puhuhuhuhurpose! Izuku!”
Deku just smiled and kept tickling him. Truthfully, he wasn’t actually trying to get his almost-boyfriend to confess anything. He just loved tickling him, loved hearing his laugh, watching the way it made his cheeks turn pink and cause that stoic demeanor to actually break into a grin for once. It was even better when he got panicky, though – that’s when Shinsou got almost unbearably cute. His heart raced at the mere thought of it.
“Looks like I’ll have to really tickle you, then…”
But instead of sliding down to Shinsou’s hips like he intended, Deku’s tickling ministrations slowly came to a stop.
Shinsou gasped for breath, still giggling, shooting him an apologetic look. “S-Sorry, Izuku. You left me no choice. Can you get off me, please?”
Deku silently did as he was told, standing obediently beside the couch as Shinsou sat up. He felt bad resorting to using his quirk, but this was another thing they’d talked about in their few months of being kind of together. Deku told him it was all right for him to use his quirk as long as he meant no harm, and when tickling each other, as long as the greenette hadn’t explicitly stated beforehand that no quirks were allowed.
In other words, since Deku hadn’t started off this tickle attack with the words, “no quirks,” it was fair play for Shinsou to turn the tables on him this way.
“Lay down on your stomach for me, would you, cutie pie?” Shinsou said softly, blushing at his own cutesy pet name, standing to the side as Deku did as he was told. Once he was exactly the way the violet-haired boy had been moments before, Shinsou gently climbed on top of him and placed his fingers just below his ribs, then released him from his mind-controlling hold.
Deku blinked, then gasped, knowing exactly what had happened since it had happened more than once before. “Ah! I forgot to say something!”
“Yes, you did,” Shinsou said in a low, teasing voice. He smiled at the way it made Deku shudder. “So…you think you can just tickle me into telling you what your Christmas present is, huh?”
“N-No?” Deku tried, bursting into giggles the instant a tiny bit of pressure was applied to his ribs. “Ehehehehehe! I dihihihihidn’t mehehehehean it! I was just hahahaving fun!”
“I’m sure you were. Now it’s my turn.” Shinsou slowly traced his bottom ribs, then moved up to the next set, then the next, all at an agonizingly slow pace. He smirked at Deku’s quiet snickers and impatient wiggling. “Let’s see. Which spot will make you give up this silly game of trying to get me to spoil your surprise?”
Deku whimpered. “Nohohohone of them! I’ll mahahahake you tehehehell me eventually!”
Shinsou beamed. This was one of Deku’s favorite things – pretending to be all high and mighty and in charge when he was clearly in no position to be smart-mouthing his way through anything, all in the hopes that his partner would completely wreck him into next week in retaliation.
And Shinsou would. But only after he made him beg for it.
“You’ll do no such thing. I’m the one in charge now, Izuku.” Shinsou dove his fingers under his arms and made him shriek in anticipation without actually beginning to tickle yet. “And you’ll do well to remember that.”
“I’ll gehehet out of this,” Deku challenged, shivering at the feeling of fingers in his armpits, even if they weren’t moving yet. “Y-Yohohou’ll spill eheheheverything, Toshi!”
“‘Toshi’? Oh, no, no, no. You don’t get to nickname me right now.” Shinsou dug in once, quick and hard, just to get his point across. “Give up. I’m not ruining Christmas for you, no matter how much of a Grinch I might seem.”
Deku twisted his head around to look up at him as much as possible, a slight frown on his features. “I don’t think you’re a Grinch, To-ahhh, Sh-Shinsou.”
Shinsou’s heart warmed at the sentiment. He chuckled. “Thanks. And I know. I’m just playing around. You know that, right?"
“Right,” the smaller boy affirmed, smiling again, wiggling nervously. “Well, are you going to do something, or are you going to just sit there and tease me all day?”
There it was. The first sign that his defiance was cracking. His first indication of how much he wanted to just be tickled already. Shinsou smirked.
“I don’t know. Maybe I just like watching you fidget.”
“I’m not a fidget toy!”
The taller boy laughed outright at that. “Oh, I think you are.” He wiggled his fingers gently into his armpits. “See? You’re fidgeting all over the place.”
“Ehehehehe! Nohohoho fair! You’re tihihihihickling me!”
“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”
For almost two full minutes, Shinsou continued to gently poke and prod at random spots up and down Deku’s torso, from his underarms to his ribs and sides and even a little bit along his neck, which he’d learned was adorably ticklish as well. The greenette clenched his fists and giggled and squirmed but ultimately held out for an impressive amount of time before finally beginning to crack again.
“Tohohoshiiii,” he whined at last. “Whahahat are you wahahahaiting for?”
Victory was near. Shinsou smiled. “For you to give up.”
“But you’re nohohohot tickling me hahahard enough for that!”
“Oh, no, cutie. I think you misunderstand. I’m not going to tickle you into giving up your silly little quest for an early Christmas surprise.” Here Shinsou leaned down and spoke directly into Deku’s ear while wiggling a single finger into either side of his ribs, keeping him in soft giggles. “I’m only going to tickle you after you give up. It’s your reward, you see.”
“Reheheheheward?”
“Of course. You want me to tickle you, don’t you? Tickle you so much you can’t even remember what we’re doing here?”
Deku’s cheeks lit up bright red, and the sight made Shinsou melt a little. He really was the cutest thing in the world.
“Well? Don’t you?”
“Y-Yehehehehes,” Deku admitted through a little whine. “Plehehehehease, Toshi.”
Shinsou stopped his gentle tickling, further making his point. “Then you’d better promise you won’t try to tickle any spoilers out of me. That’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”
Apparently Deku’s determination to keep up the “tell me what my gift is” play didn’t outweigh his desire to get wrecked, because upon hearing those words he caved instantly.
“Okay, fine, I promise I won’t try to get you to tell me what you got me for Christmas. I won’t tickle any gift spoilers out of you. Just, please…” He looked up at Shinsou again with the best puppy dog eyes he had and begged, “Please, tickle me like you mean it. I really want to laugh.”
Shinsou had to admit, it was a fatal blow to his own determination. He smiled, kissed his cheek – something they’d only done a couple of times and only very recently – and murmured, “Good. I’ll tickle you to death now.”
Without wasting any time, the taller boy hooked his fingers into Deku’s hips and dug in, barely able to keep his straddling position at the sudden, wild reaction from his kind-of-boyfriend.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TOHOHOHOHOSHI WAHAHAHAHAIT THAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAHAIR EITHEHEHEHEHER!! NOT MY HIHIHIHIHIHIHIPS!!”
“Well, you said you really wanted to laugh!” Shinsou giggled along with him, fighting to keep his fingers in the right spot to drive him crazy. “I’m just granting your Christmas wish, Izuku~”
The both of them wound up tickling and playing together for so long that they completely lost track of time, but really, who needed Christmas decorations when there was such bright, merry laughter to be heard?
#fanfiction#tickle fic#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#izuku midoriya#shinsou hitoshi#deku#shindeku#christmas fic#holiday fic#playful#fluff#boyfriends#tickling#ticklish#tickle
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Caught In The Act (My Hero Academia)
Tada! I'm back with another TodoBaku fic! :D It's been a hot minute since I've really written for them as a couple, and plus- let's be real; lee!Bakugou is a treasure! This is a gift for a friend (you know who you are :3)- I hope y'all like it!
Summary: Todoroki makes a surprising discovery about his boyfriend- much to Bakugou's embarrassment.
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It was a secret Bakugou planned on carrying to the grave.
“Geahhahahahaha! K-Kihihihirshima!” Denki squealed, feet kicking and hands slapping as the redhead tickled him relentlessly. “Stahahhahhaap!”
“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you could handle it!” Kirishima teased, looking over his shoulder at Bakugou with twinkling eyes. “Get in here, Baku-bro! Help me take out sparky!”
“Tch, I’ll pass.” He waved them off, shaking his head at the sight. He hoped his nonchalance covered the twitchiness in his muscles. Before Kirishima could ask more, Mina had already bounced over, declaring war as she threw herself into the fray.
“Dumbasses.” Bakuogou rolled his eyes with affection as he walked back to his room, hand already drifting to his phone. By the time he got back there, his heartbeat was blasting in his ears, cheeks warm as he pressed a hand against his chest- willing it to calm.
God…I wish that was me.
Shaking his head, he tapped away at his phone, flopping back into his bedsheets as he scrolled through his bookmarked fanfics, settling in. “This will have to do.”
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Bakugou…liked tickling.
There, he said it!
Well…thought it anyway.
He didn’t know why the childish act made his heart race so much, or why the sight and sound of it filled him with such joy; it just kinda did. He had plenty of tickle fights growing up- well; at least until his quirk kicked in. Admiration aside, not many people were willing to go toe to toe with him when his hands sparked out of control during a laughing fit.
Even in the dorms tickle fights reigned on. Kirishima was a walking wall of defense with a playful side to back; he and Denki made it their personal mission to tickle everyone at least once a week. They’d probably get him more if he didn’t gripe and groan so much during it.
The idea of asking for it… dear god, the idea of telling them…
He could already picture Midoriya rambling about the various reasons and factors about it as if it were a quirk- the idea both mortifying and weirdly hilarious. It wasn’t the wildest thing anyone’s revealed about themselves; not after Mineta’s google search history got leaked.
Still, the idea of anyone finding out about it made his blood turn cold and the back of his neck sweat. He had to be extra careful! No crumb trails allowed!
He could do that.
Sure- easy.
~~~
“Bakugou, can I borrow..” Todoroki paused at the blonde’s dorm room upon finding the blonde curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his headphones in.. It was after breakfast and on a weekend, so it wasn’t that surprising to find him here. Shrugging, he quietly shut the door as he entered, mumbling a soft “sorry for the intrusion.”
There it was on the chair- a large soft sweatshirt Todoroki meant to ask for. He gathered it up, smiling at the feel of the fabric against his skin. He didn’t know what it was made of, but it must have been fancy. The perks of parents in the fashion industry.
Feeling bold, he pressed it against his face, snuggling.
“Heh.” Startled, Todoroki twisted, hiding the sweater behind him with bright red cheeks. “Sorry I-”
But Bakuogu wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was still on his phone, looking at what looked to be a picture. Curiosity won out as Todoroki creeped closer, observing.
The image was a piece of fanart- two characters engaged in what looked to be a duel. One guy- white hair and dressed semi formally with black gloves- was hovering over the other, his hands curled into his sides. His companion- another man pale as a ghost dressed in all black, looked like he was in mild pain, struggling to push him away as his cheeks flushed pink. There were some strange red things sticking out of his back, but Todorok’s seen wilder quirks.
Bakugou scrolled. Another picture- this time a redhead boy covering his face and smiling while two other boys- a black haired one with bright blue eyes and a brunette with a bob cut and impish grin- squeezed his knees. At that, Bakugou huffed a laugh, hitting the little red heart as he carried on scrolling.
“...” Todoroki blinked. Bakugou was looking at fanart?
A screen of text- it looked to be a story. Todoroki leaned in to read a few words.
“Ahehehehahha! Cohoohohme on, you jehehehehrk! Gehehet oohohoff me!” Abe snorted around his laughter, shoving at Tajima’s shoulders as his waist was prodded at. “Mihiihiashi, hehehheelp!”
“H-Huh?” The shy boy yelped, startled at the cry.
“Yeah, Mihashi!! Come over here and help me tickle Abe!” Tajima wagged his brows, one hand tickling while the other gestured him over. “Come on, don’t be shy~”
Mihashi-
But Todoroki never did find out what this “Mihashi” guy did, for the next thing he knew he was grabbed and pinned, all the air in his body knocked out of him as his back slammed into the wood floor.
“Just who the hell do you think you are, you damn bastard?!” Bakugou had his hand pointed in his face, sparks popping. “Think you can sneak in here and-”
“Bakugou! It’s me!” Todoroki cried. The sparks died instantly, hand moving to reveal a shocked Bakugou’s face. “Erm…hey?”
“I-Icyhot? What- How-When-” Bakugou gaped like a fish, looking from the door to the trapped hero beneath him and back. His body eased upon realizing he was not under attack by a villain. “Why are you-”
“Wanted to borrow your sweater.” Todoroki nodded to the discarded garment. “Erm…so uh…who’s Mihashi?”
Bad move- bad, bad move. The eased expression faded to one of shock, then dread, then mortification as Bakugou seemed to forget how to breathe. “You saw…” He gaped out, looking torn between running and raging.
“I…erm, yeah.” Todoroki confessed, knowing lying would make it worse.
Bakugou stared down at him, very still. For a moment, Todoroki was sure he was gonna explode- both literally and verbally.
But then the weight upon him was gone. When he sat up by the bed, Bakugou was a mound of blankets in the center. “Erm…Bakugou?”
“Fuck off, Icy Hot!” Oh- he was mad. No longer scary Endeavor mad but Bakugou mad. Todoroki felt himself breathe as he blinked at the mound. “Leave me alone.”
“Do you really want me to go?” Todoroki asked. When no answer came, he dared to climb into the bed. “I’ll go if you tell me to.” Again, no answer. After a moment, Todoroki cleared his throat. “You know you can talk to me about this, right?”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” The blankets snapped, shifting as Bakugou curled up more into himself. “Just go on ahead and tell everyone what you saw! I don’t care anymore!”
“...Why would I do that?” Todoroki asked, brows furrowing. “You know I’d never do that to you.” No further argument came, so Todoroki carried on, scooting closer to him on the bed until his hip was against the blankets. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but I don’t think less of you for liking that sort of thing.”
“I’m a freak.” It was so quiet- yet the crack it left on Todoroki’s heart was massive.
“No you are not. You’re the farthest thing from a freak.” Todoroki reassured, petting the mound beside him. “You’re not a freak for liking fanfiction-”
“That’s not it!” Bakugou grumped as he turned over, peeking out from the blankets some. “That’s not…the part I’m talking about.”
“Was it the fanart? Cause I thought it was nicely done.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, sinking back into the blanket. “I can’t tell if you’re being intentionally dense to help me or you mean it.” Flushed, Bakugou hid further in the blankets until he was no longer visible. “It’s..the tickling part. I like it.”
“....huh.” Todoroki hummed.
“What the hell does that mean?” Bakugou snapped, resurfacing to glare. Todoroki held up his hands in surrender.
“Nothing bad. I’m just not all that surprised?” When Bakugou kept glaring, Todoroki went on. “We’ve been dating for a few months now- you don’t think I notice those little things about you? How you get so squirmy when a tickle scene happens in a show, or how you try to act cool when our classmates declare war on eachother?”
“The fuck-”
“The point is- I kinda knew already. And it’s not something to be embarrassed about.” Todoroki reassured, pushing past some of Bakugou’s blanket cocoon so he could brush back his messy hair. “If anything, I think it’s cute.”
“C-Cute? I’m not fucking cute, Icy-Hot! I’m a-” Bakugou went to argue but was soon cut off by Todoroki flopping ontop of him, pinning him gently to the bed as he pushed past the remaining layers of his blanket. “What are you do-HMMPH!”
“Come on- you know you want to laugh.” Todoroki teased gently as he scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sides, making the blonde squirm with repressed giggles. “Is this why you were looking at all those pictures? You were craving tickles, huh?”
“Sh-Shut the fuuhuhck up!” The chuckles won out. Bakugou slapped at his boyfriend’s shoulders as he giggled up a storm, semi-trapped in the blanket. “Doohoohn’t taahhahalk like thahahahat!”
“Do you prefer if I talk like this?” Todoroki leaned in so he was right next to Bakugou’s ear, fingers working up and down his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”
“FUHUHUHU!” The blonde arched with a cackle, flailing at both the ticklish feeling and the dreaded teasing. “IHIHIIHCY HOOOHOHOHOT!”
“Yehehehes?” Todoroki mocked playfully, kissing Bakugou’s red cheek before leaning back. “Wow, look at you smiling like that. I’m starting to get why you like this kinda thing.”
Bakugou could barely get out any words, too giggly for his own good. It only got worse when Todoroki found that terrible spot along his upper ribs, making his arms shoot down like rockets. “TOHOOHOHOHODOROHOHOOHOKI!”
“Yes?”
“STAHHAHAHAHP!”
“Hmm…okay.” Todoroki did just that, finally bringing his game to an end as Bakugou gasped for air. “Too much fun for one day?”
“Fuuhuuhck ohohohoff.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, hugging his torso protectively as he sank further in the bed. “You suuhuhck!”
“You love me.” Bastard!
“I do…unfortunately.” Bakugou snickered, laughing once more when his waist got pinched. “Ohoohkay okay I love you!”
“That’s what I thought I heard.” Todoroki snickered as he flopped down beside him, pulling Bakugou into his chest. “And I do mean it. You’re not a freak for liking tickling.”
“...You mean it?” There was something so vulnerable in his voice just now- a quiver of insecurity. Todoroki leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, meeting his eye.
“With my entire being- down to the smallest of microcells.”
“You’re such a dork.” Bakugou laughed- voice a little wet. Todoroki smiled before leaning down, kissing his wobbly smile.
“I’m your dork. And you’re mine.”
Thanks for reading!
#mha/bnha#tickle#tickle fic#shouto todoroki#bakugou katsuki#todobaku#my heart is so soft right now akjrjearjkekjrjka#I love them your honor
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