#ler!bakugou
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Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?
Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas
Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Denki
Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima
Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast…
A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…
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The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.
Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually.
Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…
“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.
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Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.
Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.
“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…”
Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?
The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!”
Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.
“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”
Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.
Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.
“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.
“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.
He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.
The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.
“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.
Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.
“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”
Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”
“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”
Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”
The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.
Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.
Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”
Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”
Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”
While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.
Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.
“Next time, Kami? Watch what’cha steal around Bakubro~”
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KiriBaku - Mighty Hunter
Bakugou: Oi, Shitty Hair. Stay still and don’t look at the wall behind you.
Kirishima: Uh!? What? Why? *turning to look*
Bakugou: *smirk* Warned ya. GRROAAAR!!! *PFFFBBTTHHH*
Kirishima: WHAAA-HAHAHAHA K-KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! KAHAHAHAHATS! OHMYGOSH NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bakugou: *muttering with lips against Kiri’s tummy* Didn't you know that you should never take your eyes off your opponent, you mighty hunter? *PFFFBBTTHHH*
Kirishima: OHNOOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! YOUR HAHAHAHAIR TIHIHIHIHICKLES TOO MAA-HAHAHAHAHA!
Bakugou: *chuckles* This time, I WILL FEAST ON MY PREY! And trust me, I’m gonna fully enjoy it❤️ *PFFFBBTTHHH*
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Told ya Kiri to be prepared😆
Was it worth the wait? Do hope so❤️🧡
First part can be found here: KiriBaku - Successfull hunt
#bhna#bnha fanart#bnha tickle#mha#mha fanart#mha tickle#tickle art#katsuki bakugou#bakugou#eijiro kirishima#kirishima#kiribaku#ler!bakugou#lee!kirishima
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Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23
A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁
Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou
Chapter 1 - Tough Spot
Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.
Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.
The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.
Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”
“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“Okay!”
Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.
Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”
Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.
Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”
“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”
“O-okay.”
Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.
“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”
“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”
“N-no! Sorry!”
After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”
Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”
“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”
“No can do.”
“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”
Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.
“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”
“Oh come on, you can take it.”
Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.
“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.
God, his laughter was intoxicating.
“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”
Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.
“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”
“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.
Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”
Izuku’s eyes widened.
“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”
“I get it.”
“You- You do?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Good.”
…
“So, a-are you done, or…?”
Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”
Izuku took a deep breath.
“Go for it.”
Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit
Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?
What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.
“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.
“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”
…Feet? Is that Deku?
“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.
“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.
“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”
“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”
Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.
Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.
“Oiiiii Kacchan!”
“The hell d’you want?”
“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”
“Yeah, sure.”
Crap! Was he really that obvious?
“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”
“Nah, already went.”
“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”
“Do it with Kirishima.”
“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”
“You’re insane.”
“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”
“No.”
“Pleeeeaaaase?”
“No.”
“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”
As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.
“...Oops.”
“DUNCE FACE—”
“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.
Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.
“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”
“NOOO!”
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”
Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.
“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.
Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”
“Uhm…”
“Nothing?”
Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.
Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”
“What? Why!?”
“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”
“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.
“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”
The two stared at each other for a moment.
“S-so are you gonna let me go?”
“Not until you tell me what’s up.”
“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”
“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”
Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.
“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”
Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.
“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”
Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.
“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!”
Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”
“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”
“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”
“...You’re kidding.”
“P-please don’t be mad!”
“I’m not mad.”
“Oh, thank God…”
“You could have just asked, y’know?”
“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”
“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”
Denki nodded.
Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”
#tickling#tickle fic#ss2k23#squealing santa 2k23#katsuki bakugou#izuku midoriya#deku#denki kaminari#bakudeku#kamibaku#ler!bakugou#lee!deku#lee!midoriya#lee!kaminari#bnha#princess scrawlings
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Squealing Santa Submission!!
I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?
Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅
Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:
Fandom: MHA
Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)
Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^
Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.
Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.
“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.
“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.
“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.
“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”
Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.
“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”
“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.
“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.
“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.
“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”
“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”
“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.
“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.
“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”
And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.
“Nooo dohohon’t”
“Don’t what, shitty hair?”
“Tihickle mehe”
Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.
“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”
“Yes love?”
“AHAHAHAA”
“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”
“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”
“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”
“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”
“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”
With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.
“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”
That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.
Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.
“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.
“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.
Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.
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Hii, just wanted to say that I recently stumbled upon your page and I love how well written your fics are; there's just something different about the way you write that draws me into the story :D I saw that you opened requests for short stories so could I request for lee Kirishima and ler Bakugou? Maybe Kiri pranked Bakugou, but Bakugou isn't big on pranks so he decides to tickle Kiri to get him back for the prank instead. Tickle spot could be the ribs, but I don't mind if you wanna change it :> Thankss
A/N: Ahhh thank you so much for your kind words! I was really excited to write this so thank you for requesting it! Hope you enjoy!
Shut Up and Laugh!
Primary AU
Words: 1,086
Reading Time: 4 Minutes
Pairing: Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugo
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“I’M SORRY!”
“GET BACK HERE, SHITTY HAIR!”
Kirishima’s arms and legs pumped hard as he vaulted over the table and spun around, meeting eyes with a soaking wet Bakugo who was so angry, Kirishima thought he could he see steam rising out of his ears.
“Come on, man! I said I was sorry!”
“I’m going to make you regret the day you were born, you bastard! Get over here!”
Bakugo ran to the left of the table, and Kirishima matched him, running to the right.
“Stop running!” Bakugo growled, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.
Kirishima had been feeling mischievous that day and wanted to pull a prank on the angry blonde. So he set a bucket of water on top of the apartment door and left it slightly ajar, so that whoever opened it would get splashed. After setting everything up, he invited Bakugo over, who foolishly opened the door and got rewarded with water spilling all over him and soaking into his shirt and pants. His stunned expression and lack of physical reaction; Just stating there with his mouth open in shock, caused Kirishima to explode into a laughing fit, breaking Bakugo out of his stunned trance at the mention of posting a video from a hidden camera somewhere in the apartment to the group chat they shared with their friends.
“Okay, maybe if you took a second to calm- AH!”
Bakugo slammed his hand on the table and started to jump it, comically slipping back off and crashing onto the floor. Kirishima bursted into laughter at the stunned blonde’s expression. He bent over and held his waist, laughing harder when Bakugo tried to get up and fell back down again.
Bakugo growled and used a small explosion to slide his way over and like a bowling ball, crashed into Kirishima. The red head yelped, tripping and landing hard on his back, caught off guard by the use of the explosive quirk indoors.
Bakugo easily straddled Kirishima who was weakened by his continuous laughing fit and shoved the red head’s wrists underneath his knees, locking them in place.
“You’re geheheting me all wehehet!” Kirishima broke into another bout of laughter at Bakugo’s frustrated expression.
“You trying to make a fool outta me?!” He yelled, an irritated vein popping visibly from his temple.
“Ihihit was just a prahahank! It was funny! And then you goho and fall ahahaohof the tahahahable? Ahhhahahahahaha!”
“You wanna keep laughing? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”
Before Kirishima could register what was happening, he was laughing for a whole other reason. He bucked as the blonde on top of him dug ruthlessly into his sides. Caught off guard at the randomness of the ticklish attack, Kirishima couldn’t stop himself from falling into surprised laughter, kicking his legs and pressing his knees against the blondes back, trying to push him off.
“Laugh at this, you dumbass!” Bakugo growled, still somehow seeming menacing and pissy despite the fact that he was now tickling his friend to tears.
“Bahahahahakugo whahahat ahahare you dohoing? AHH!”
Bakugo’s fingers dug into his sides, moving down slightly to press into his hips. Kirishima broke into bucking laughter, thrashing a little harder and trying to wrench his hands free.
The wet blonde smiled. “Tch, Figures. You would be this ticklish. You look like an idiot!”
Kirishima yelped and arched his back when Bakugo teased up his sides again.
“Where the hell is your bad spot, huh?” Bakugo wondered out loud, pinching along his sides, spidering along his stomach and inching himself down to dig into his hips.
“STAHAHAP! I’m sohohory!” Kirishima shook his head back and forth, trying to wrench his hands from underneath the blondes knees, but Bakugo held fast, not letting Kirishima escape.
“Shut up! You’re gonna be sorry after I’m done with you!” With a growl, Bakugo poked at Kirishima’s ribs and the red head jolted, bucked his hips, and let out a startled yelp all at the same time. An evil smile spread across Bakugo’s face making Kirishima genuinely regret his actions for the first time that night.
“Bakugo! Hey, Im sorry! I shouldn’t have done it, I-“
“Nah, it’s too late for that!” The blonde cracked his knuckles for shameless emphasis. “This will show you what happens when you mess with me! NOW DIEE!”
Bakugo ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Kirishima’s ribs, digging into, around, and between the bones with scary pin point accuracy. It was mercilessly devastating and Kirishima bucked so hard Bakugo almost lost his balance. For a few moments, there was only thrashing, then there was loud, hard laughter that surprised even Kirishima himself.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAH! BAHAHAKUGO NAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!”
“Shut up and laugh!”
“HAHAHAHOHOW CAHAHAN I SHUHUT UP AND LAHAHAHAHGUH?”
“That’s it!”
Kirishima doubled over when Bakugo vibrated all of his fingers into his bottom ribs. Kirishima mindlessly kicked and bucked, slamming his back onto the ground and hitting his head hard against the floor. His hilarity gave way to silent laughter. Bakugo smiled deviously, taking his silent laughter as one hundred percent victory.
“————- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAKKUHUHUHU———— STAHA-HAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHHESE!”
Kirishima wanted so badly to use his quirk, but he was unable to concentrate fully enough to do so, the sparkling electric current that was spamming his ribs reached his brain in unmeasurable speeds, causing him to buck and writhe and gasp as Bakugo absolutely let him have it. Bakugo kept going despite the Kirishima’s begging, his victim’s face and neck turning the same color as his hair.
Once Kirishima started wheezing, Bakugo finally let up. He jumped off of the red head who stayed stuck where he was on the floor, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath.
“I… wasn’t… expecting that.” Kirishima huffed in between breaths.
“I wont go so easy next time, asshole.” Bakugo cursed, pulling at his still wet shirt uncomfortably. “Hope it was worth it shitty hair. Is that stupid prank the reason you had me come to this shit hole?”
Kirishima shook his head, regaining his breath and sitting up. Bless his amazing stamina. “No, I got new monitors and I wanted to show you. I got a shirt for you too, man! No hard feelings.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, but they shone with interest. “Whatever.”
“Hey, Bakugo?”
“Huh?”
“Are you ticklish?”
Bakugo scoffed. “Of course not. I’m not some childish weirdo like you. Now show me the damn monitors.”
Kirishima raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t say anything more. Maybe one day he would find out the truth, but not today.
#bnha tickle#ticklish!bakugou#tickle fic#t word community#sallage-mha#tickle blog#tickle community#mha tickle#ler!bakugou#Lee!kirishima
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Commission!!! based off otomiya-tickles’ fic Bakugou’s Glitter.
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Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou
Word Count: 1,535
Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.
A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D
“I said, give it to me!”
“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”
“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”
Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.
He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”
“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”
“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”
“Gimme the remote!”
“I said no.”
Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.
“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.
“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.
The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.
“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”
“I never said you were.”
“Then tell me what that sound was!”
Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.
“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”
“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”
“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”
“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.
“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”
“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”
“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”
Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.
“Not ticklish, huh?”
“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”
“That’s not nice, Bakug–”
The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.
“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”
A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.
“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”
“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”
The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…
“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”
“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”
The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.
“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.
“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”
“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”
“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”
“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”
“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.
“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst.
Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.
Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.
“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.
Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.
“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.
“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”
#my hero academia#mha tickle#my hero academia tickle#bnha tickle#my hero academia tickle fic#mha tickle fic#lee!todoroki#lee!bakugou#ler!todoroki#ler!bakugou#switch!todoroki#switch!bakugou#todobaku#bakugou x todoroki#platonic tickles#ship tickles
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Here's the other commission! I get a lot of requests for MHA but I've never seen it so I had no reason to draw it 😅 But the lovely @scrumptiouslyholypatrol commissioned some MHA tickles so hope you all enjoy! And make sure you say thank you to him!
(My art don't repost but please reblog)
#my art#my artwork#tickling#tickle art#tickle#tickles#my art stuff#ticklish!deku#lee!deku#ler!bakugou#sfw tickles#commission#art commissions
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Bakugou and Kirishima x Reader - Caring for the Dragon
A/N: This was a request from @wertzunge so I hope you like this 💖
Summary: After Kirishima was cursed and felt horrible that he almost hurt Bakugou and you, he needed to be reassured that both of you are fine. Lucky, you and Bakugou know just what to do
Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima, and Reader
Lees: Kirishima and Reader
Words: 1,260
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As Bakugou, Kirishima, and I sat on a field full of flowers just outside of the city, Edelin, everything was silent but the tension between us three wasn’t. Kirishima was still upset over what happened that night. It was still hard to see him lose control of himself even though he was cursed.
I tried to break the tension by making small talk. “Hey, have you guys ever seen these flowers before? They’re really pretty,” I said, pointing to the field around us. Bakugou just grunted in response, but Kirishima looked over and smiled slightly.
“Yeah, I think they're called Edelweiss. They’re supposed to symbolize courage and devotion,” Kirishima said, picking one of the flowers and twirling it between his fingers.
We sat in silence for a few more minutes, just taking in the peaceful scenery. It was a nice break from the chaos of our journey ahead. But eventually, Bakugou spoke up.
“Look, I know what happened the other night was messed up, but you can’t blame yourself for what happened. You were cursed, it wasn't your fault.”
Kirishima sighed. “I know but I just can’t help feeling like it is.” He wrapped his arms around his knees and brought them close to his chest.
Bakugou gave me a look then smirked. “Outsider, do you think we should change his mind?” He asked with a teasing voice. I also smirked. “I definitely think so.”
“Wait, what are you guys doing?” Kirishima asked nervously. “He’s strong as hell so I’ll hold him down while you tickle him.” I nodded. “Right.”
“Wait, no no no! Don’t tickle me!” Kirishima curled in a ball with a slight smile. “C’mere you overgrown lizard!” Bakugou pounced and wrestled Kirishima, trying to get his arms. “Wait, Bahahahakugou!” “Ha, your already laughing before we started tickling you!” Bakugou said.
Bakugou resisted Kirishima’s wrists above his head with all his strength and I straddled his thighs. Kirishima shook his head side to side. “Bakugou, Traveler, please don’t!” Kirishima laughed in between. “Sorry, Kiri but you gave us no choice,” I started to gently tickle his sides.
Kirishima squirmed underneath me but he wasn’t going anywhere. “Ehehehehehehehehe! Bahahahakugohohohou! Trahahahavler! Plehehehease I’m reheheheally ticklish!”
“Heh, we know, shitty scales,” Bakugou used one hand to keep Kirishima’s hands pinned while he used the other to dig his fingers into his ribs.
Kirishima arched his back and threw his head back. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!”
“Outsider, tickle his belly! I want to hear him really laughing!” Bakugou said as he kept his ruthless tickling on Kirishima’s poor ribs. I dug my fingertips in the middle of Kirishima’s belly and he was roaring with laughter. His tail thumped on the grass and his wings flapped behind his back.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
Kirishima’s laughter echoed through the clearing as Bakugou and I continued our relentless tickling assault. It was a rare sight to witness the usually stoic and tough Kirishima reduced to fits of uncontrollable laughter. His vibrant red scales glistened in the sunlight, reflecting his sheer joy.
Bakugou, always the mischievous one, couldn’t resist pushing Kirishima's ticklish limits further. “Come on, outsider, tickle harder! Let’s see if we can make him cry from laughter!” He exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I obliged, increasing the intensity of my tickling, causing Kirishima's laughter to reach a whole new level.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! BAKUGOU, STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!” Kirishima pleaded between fits of laughter. His pleas only fueled our determination, and we continued to tickle him mercilessly. His laughter filled the air, mingling with the sounds of nature around us.
As Kirishima’s laughter intensified, so did the movements of his tail and wings. His tail wagged back and forth like an excited puppy, while his wings fluttered with a newfound energy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughter, Kirishima’s body began to relax. His breaths came in gasps as he tried to regain his composure. A wide, satisfied smile adorned his face, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Bakugou,” He managed to say between breaths, “You... you really got me that time. My abs... they’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”
Bakugou chuckled, a rare glimpse of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Good. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you feel crappy.”
Kirishima softly smiled. “Yeah, thanks anyways. I needed a good laugh.”
Bakugou smiled as well and ruffled his hair. “Whatever, you idiot.” He muttered, his voice carrying a hint of fondness.
Kirishima chuckled and playfully pushed his hand away. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt if someone else gets the same treatment,” He said mischievously.
I glanced at Kirishima and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Huh?” I questioned, not sure where this was going.
Bakugou’s gaze shifted towards me as well, a devious smirk forming on his lips. “You don’t say,” He remarked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
My eyes widened in realization, and I slowly started inching away from them. “Wait, wait, guys! Nohohoho!” I pleaded, my voice filled with both anticipation and dread.
But it was too late. Kirishima and Bakugou swiftly moved towards me, tackling me to the ground and pinning me down. Kirishima held my arms firmly above my head, while Bakugou wasted no time in digging his fingertips into my sensitive armpits.
I squirmed and burst into laughter as Kirishima and Bakugou mercilessly tickled me. My pleas for mercy only seemed to fuel their determination. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to catch my breath between fits of laughter.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Bakugohohohohou! Stohohohohop!” I pleaded, my voice barely audible amidst the uncontrollable laughter.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Too ticklish?” Bakugou teased as he started to poke down my ribs and to my sides. “Ahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehehease!”
“Are your sides more ticklish, huh?”
I arched my back and tossed my head side to side.
As I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath, Kirishima’s tail slithered its way under my shirt. The sensation of the scaly tip against my belly sent shivers down my spine, adding another layer of ticklish torment.
“Ahahaha! Kirishima, no fair! Ehehehehehehe!” I managed to protest between giggles. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as he and Bakugou intensified their tickling, now targeting my most vulnerable areas.
Kirishima smiled as he kept tickling me with his tail. “You look so cute right now, all giggly and so happy like this.”
I couldn't help but blush at Kirishima’s comment, even though I was too busy squirming and laughing to respond. The combination of his warm smile and the relentless tickling from both him and Bakugou was overwhelming, but in the most exhilarating way.
“Okay, okay! I gihihhihihive up! Let mehehehehehe breheheheathe!”
“Oh you can’t take it anymore? You ready to tap out?” Bakugou teased as he squeezed my sides rapidly.
“Yehehehehes! Plehehehehease stohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Bakugou finally stopped tickling me and Kirishima slid his tail out of my shirt and rested on the grass.
I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath as I lay on the grass, my sides still tingling from the intense tickling. Kirishima and Bakugou sat beside me, their laughter echoing through the air.
“Damn, you're really ticklish, huh?” Bakugou said with a smirk. I blushed slightly. “Shut up!”
Bakugou chuckled and stood up on his feet. “Alright, let’s go you two. We’ve spent enough time here. We need to get going.”
He grabbed his bag and started walking away without us. I sighed loudly. “We’ve almost been tickled to death and we have to start walking again?”
Kirishima laughed loudly and got to his feet as well.
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Tickletober Day 3: Cuddles
I'm using this prompt list! Link
#Tickletober2023#augtickletober2023#ler!Bakugou#lee!Kirishima#Skyes art#Skye posts#pretend that my break wasn't for that long#:>
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Hi Kiara!! I missed reading your fics hehe, it always brings me joy!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader (male or gender neutral) and lers todoroki and bakugou! Hehe (Probably the Reader is a new student in UA, initially scared of Todoroki and Bakugou because of their brutality in the UA Sports Festival. But then Midoriya decided to introduce the reader to them to show that they're not that scary, and the teasy midoriya somehow make Bakugou and Todoroki wreck the reader with tickles lol).
P.S. please no foot/palm tickles, have a nice day Kiara! Looking forward to it <3
You’ll fit in Just fine
A/N: Hello nonnie!! I’m glad my fics bring you happiness.
Summary: You just transferred to UA and Izuku helps you fit into 1-A. He introduces you to Bakugou and Todoroki. Everyone thinks that they’re very intimidating, but Izuku will prove otherwise by inviting you to a game night!
G/N- Gender Neutral (They/Them)
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“My stuff is already here?” You asked Deku nervously. “Yeah I helped your parents bring your stuff up” He smiled at you.
“Come on i have some friends I would like for you to meet” He eagerly grabbed your hand. You grabbed on to anything and everything to stop him from bringing dragging you inside of the dorms. “Y/N come on there’s nothing to be nervous about” he explained as he pull.
As you entered the dorms mix of excitement and apprehension. But a couple of them were playing a game when you walked in. “Hey guys this is Y/N. They’re new here” Deku introduced. “H-hi I’m F/N L/N. I was originally supposed to be here on the first day of UA but they lost some paper work and I had to wait.” You explained.
“Omg hiiiii Y/N I’m Mina by the way I love your hair is pretty” Mina complimented you. “I’m Denki IS THAT A FRUITSBASKET TATTOO I LOVE THAT ANIME” Denki fanboyed over the tattoo. One by one they introduced themselves to you it calmed your nerves. “Hey do you guys wanna play with us?” Sero offered.
“I have to help them finish unpacking plus I want them to meet Kacchan and Todoroki” He smiled before he dragged you into the elevator. “When you said todoroki you don’t mean… Endeavor’s son Shouto do you?” Your nerves started creeping up on ya. “Yes and Kacchan, I still can’t believe you don’t remember him the three of us use to play heroes all the time” Deku reminded you.
“WAIT BAKUGOU?! KATSUKI BAKUGOU?!” The realization finally hit you. “Yes him” Deku giggled. “He’s that guy from the sports festival who went up against ochako!!” You started panicking.
“Kacchan isn’t gonna hurt you netheir is Todoroki they’re both super fun to be around once you get to know em” Deku reassured you as you two walk to Todoroki’s room he knocked on the door as it open you see Bakugou sitting down on his bed.
“Hey sho” Deku happily greeted. “Hello Midoriya” He greeted him back as he notice you “Who’s this Midoriya are they new?” He asked.
“Bingo! This is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Y/N this is Shoto and That is Kacchan”Deku introduced. “Haven’t seen this extra since back when I was 5” Kacchan raised a brow looking at you. “H-Hi is that the one card game you were talking about Izu?” You asked noticing the game infront of Bakugou.
“Oh yeah that’s the Truth or Dare game lets all play it” Deku plopped on Shoto’s bed. Shoto closed the door as both you and him sat on his bed. “Sure why not” Todoroki agreed as he opened the boxes and found some cards laying the two stacks ‘Truth’ and ‘Dare’. “You’re going first Deku” bakugou stated.
“Fine” Deku goes picking up a date card “Dare spin in a circle for 30 seconds and walk in a straight line, if you fail cold water will be poured on you! Guys can we do 15 seconds? Pleaseeeee” Deku whined. You, bakugou, and Todoroki told him no.
“Fine If i hurt myself I blame all of you” Deku pouted as he did his dare successfully surprisingly.
“You’re turn Kacchan” Deku smiled. “I know that Deku” He also picked up a Dare “Dare have a chugging contest with the person on your left. loser has to get a nose hair pulled you’re gonna lose Deku” Bakugou grinned handing Deku a water bottle.
They both began to chug and surprisingly it was a tie. “Who won it was me right icyhot?” He gasped for air. “Nah uh it was totally me right Y/N” Deku argued. “Well it was a tie” you and todoroki both say. “So who gets the punishment?” Deku asked “I guess no one since it was a tie if so then I’m drawing my card” Todoroki explained picking up a dare “Dare draw a Truth um okay Truth is it true that you like cats? Yes my sister has a cat at home she just adopted her, her name is Chi Chi” Todoroki told the truth.
“That wasn’t fair” Deku pouted.
“Your turn nerd” Bakugou notified you. You picked up a Dare “Dare send your mom or dad a risky message then text oops wrong person. Yeah no that’s a set up Andrea my parent will kill me. I’m picking truth Truth are you ticklish No okay your turn Midoriya” you sped up the last bit. “Why—“
“Shut up go” you side-eyed Deku smiling nervously. “You didn’t read the the whole card dummy we have to prove if it’s true or not” Deku giggled as you doubled back looking at the card it did indeed say that.
Little did you know, Bakugou and Todoroki had mischievous sides too. Suddenly, they teamed up and decided it was time to initiate you into their group by indulging in some lighthearted tickling fun.
As they approached you with mischievous grins, you tried to protest, but the ticklish sensations overwhelmed your resistance. “Seehe I’m not tihicklish” “Oi Deku come hold their arms down there in my way” Bakugou demanded. And of course Deku pinned your arms above your head which made you more vulnerable and ticklish.
“Lehet goho izhuhuku you traitohor” you let giggles out.
Giggles and laughter filled the room as they tickled you, gently but persistently, until you couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.
“Ohohkahahay wahahait ihit tihickles ahahaha” you tried wiggling out of Deku’s grip. “That’s the point” Deku giggled tracing shapes on your neck,as bakugou started scribbling your armpits.
“Nahahahaha THAHAHATS BAHAHAHAHAD”
“Finally they cracked” Bakugou smirked . “They’re more ticklish than you Midoriya” Todoroki teased drilling his fingers into your hips. “Todoroki!” Deku blushed.
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY OHOHOKAHAHAY” you tapped the floor and they let up. “See I told you they weren’t that bad” Deku giggled.
After the tickling stopped, you realized that your initial fear of Bakugou and Todoroki had melted away. Their playful antics had brought you closer together, and from that day forward, you all cherished the bond of friendship, knowing that laughter truly knows no bounds.
#kiara answers#anon request#Mha tickles#lee!reader#Ler!deku#ler!izuku#ler!bakugou#ler!todoroki#mha tickle fic#mha tickling#mha tickle drabble#Mha tickle
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Hii!! I'm so glad that you're gonna participate in the augtickletober! Please consider writing number 25 with lee todoroki, where he gets gang tickled by the boys from class 1A hehehe
(I feel like I've seen many gang tickles for Bakugou/Midoriya, but rarely seen it for Todoroki, and I feel like Todoroki somehow deserves it). (Please no foot tickles)
If you need plot recommendation (but feel free to use your own hehe):
- The boys of 1A decided to help Todoroki practice since basically he's the one that hasn't received his provisional license.
- Class 1A is having a field trip, and the boys have deep talks at their sleeping hall before sleeps and the topic of "Todoroki rarely laughs" pops up
I hope this idea works well! Thank you so much for participating in this event, looking forward to it!!
TickleTober Day 25 - Gang Tickles
THIS! Thank you for the kind words and awesome ideas Anon! Definitely got my creative juices flowing! Sorry this is so late, I’ve had quite the week (O~O) And the candy-cane could definitely go with some gang tickling. Mans needs to laugh more! Did a handful of the 1A boys, just because more than 5 lers on one person gets a little iffy. Anywhosit, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Todoroki
Lers: Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugou
Summary: On a class field trip, the boys of 1A get to talking about their multi-quirked peer. After discovering that they all rarely hear his laugh, the goobers make it their mission to get him to crack a smile. Some fun, ticklish methods are utilized.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
It was a rare, yet heavily anticipated day for Class 1A; Fieldrip Day was finally upon them. They were out at one of the pro’s training facilities. One of All Might’s favorites, to be specific. The facility had a few sports fields, a training hall, and some nice barracks. If anything, it was better than a day of doing schoolwork at UA. Nothing against Aizawa; the teens just liked the change in pace. Plus, no math for a day.
Every student enjoyed the day; even Bakugou cracked a few genuine smiles. Ready to rest and recover, the boys hit the showers and got ready to sleep. Tokoyami was out the moment he arrived, not caring for small talk. A few conversations floated around the room as the male students entered the barracks, one in particular sticking out.
“Hey, Todoroki never really laughs, does he?” Sero had been the first to bring it up, but at that point, every student had their own little thought to add. “You’re right, I’ve really only heard him laugh once or twice. He smiles, but those are rare too!” Denki had seemed particularly surprised at the revelation.
“Why do you extras care? That half-and-half stiff is just taking after his father. Pros like him don’t act all happy,” Bakugou tossed his hair towel to the side, almost hitting Aoyama with the soggy thing. Kirishima, ever the apologist, tried to redeem anything the blonde had just said. “Th-that might be part of it, but he could just be a stoic dude. I wouldn’t call him a stiff, Bakubro. He’s just…a little serious.”
The tape hero jumped back in, trying to keep his conversation on topic. “Only time I’ve seen him even giggle was when Mr. Smiley attacked. Still, the guy pretty much held it in! Bakugou even laughed when he got hit, man!” That got a growl from said blonde, Sero nervously chuckling at the murderous glare he received.
Midoriya was fidgeting with his sleeve, looking down as they argued. He knew something they all didn’t, and saw a much different side of Todoroki. Iida noticed his antsy demeanor, outing him to his peers. “You seem rather tense, Midoriya. Care to share what’s on your mind?”
He squeaked at the sudden attention, feeling their eager eyes on him. “U-uhm, I dunno. It’s not really my place to share it…” Denki, bored and ever the trouble maker, pressed the matter. “Aww, c’mon Midoriya! You can’t just not tell us! We gotta know!”
The angel and devil on his shoulder fought for a few seconds, coming to the ultimate conclusion that a little laughter could do his friend some good. “W-well, I’ve seen Todoroki laugh quite a few times. You kinda gotta…m-make him, though.” The interested students hung on his every word, soaking in the new information. Make him? “What’dya mean by that, Midobro?
Izuku sighed, knowing they would want to hear more. At least Kirishima was nice about it. “He’s…he’s ticklish. Like, pretty badly ticklish. I’ve managed to get him really laughing a few times; it isn’t all that hard.”
Every teen that was paying attention seemed shocked. The serious, stoic, hardly-cracked-a-smile guy Todoroki was ticklish? It seemed hard to believe; the image of their emotionally distant peer a giggly, blushing, mess was just too obscure to imagine. Denki made sure to point it out. “No way! I’ve poked him before, and got nothing! I’d know if Todoroki was ticklish.”
Bakugou stared down his childhood friend before interrupting. He knew the greenette well enough to tell when he was lying. “Nah, the nerd’s telling the truth. Icy-hot is fucking ticklish.”
Kaminari looked like he’d just won the lottery. A goofy smirk formed on his face as he made a joke. “Wow, Todoroki is actually ticklish. I’m gonna go visit Hell for a bit, now that it’s frozen over.” Ojiro, rolling his eyes at the line, tased the goofy blonde’s side.
Iida regretted asking, feeling a bit guilty for indirectly exposing his classmate’s secret.. “Can you all be mature about anything? Our classmate would not appreciate us gossiping about this personal aspect!” Bakugou rolled his eyes, flopping on his mattress. “Pull the stick out your ass, four eyes. It’s just stupid shit, not like we’re talkin’ bout his dirty secrets or anything.”
The class president squawked at his argument, but didn’t get a chance to yell at him before Kirishima cut back in. “HEY! Why don’t we all put this info to use and, I dunno, make the guy laugh. I think we can all agree that he needs it.”
Nobody argued with him there. Not every student was up for it, some fearing retribution, others not wanting to be crispy-fried or frozen solid. In the end, the team consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and surprisingly Bakugou. They got a plan together; all they needed was the dual-quirked teen.
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Todorki had always enjoyed longer showers; it felt nice to just stand under the water and think. He was expecting a few of his peers to question how long he took, though he wasn’t prepared to have five of them eagerly eyeing him as he left the showers. The boy tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice as he spoke to them. “Do you all need something from me?”
The electric blonde smirked, stepping forwards. “Actually, yeah.” With that, the group went into action. Catching him by surprise, Sero came up behind him and shot tape around his hands, hoisting them above his head. Kirishima held the shocked teen in place as Sero got a few more layers of tape on his hands and forearms, thoroughly restraining him.
Normally, Todo would’ve just burned throughout the tape and left. With his peers so close, however, he was hesitant; he couldn’t risk hurting them. The teen tugged at his arms, shooting a glare at his classmates. “What’re you all doing?”
They answered his question pretty quickly. Kaminari squeezed his sides, while Sero poked along his spine. He snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide. Oh, they didn’t. He forced out an order, managing to contain his giggles. “G-get off of me!”
This only encouraged his “attackers.” Sero used both hands, dragging his nails down Todoroki’s spine. The candy-cane arched his back, flinching right into Kirishima’s wiggling fingers on his belly. That got a snort out of him, the serious teen’s cheeks dusted with red.
“Oooh, someone’s ticklish!” It was already a struggle to hold in his giggling; Kaminiari’s stupid teases were an unfair challenge. “Sh-shut uhup!” The electric student gasped, eyes lighting up with playful mischief. “Was that a giggle?! C’mon, gimme a few more!”
Who knew Kaminari would be so good at teasing? The student definitely didn’t, that’s for sure. Thankfully, he moved his fingers to the boy’s armpits, trying to find his worst spot; he didn’t realize he had already found it. “How about here, huh? Does this tickle?” That damn word… He wished he could delete it from the blonde’s vocabulary.
Midoriya tried to conceal a smile, watching his peer move farther away from the jackpot he was looking for. He was conflicted; on one hand, it was wonderful to see Todoroki like this around other people. On the other hand, he would probably be more than a little betrayed if the greenette revealed his worst spot. Decisions, decisions… Eh, what’s the worst that could happen?
“You know you’re getting colder, right?” All four of the perpetrators turned to him, Todoroki’s eyes narrowed in a “don’t you dare” expression. Ignoring it and the inevitable revenge, he continued. “You actually already found it. It’s right around here…”
Denki parted the waters for him, letting the freckled teen do his thing. With an apologetic smile, he clawed at Todoroki’s navel, not flinching at the howl of laughter the action received. The other students’ eyes lit up, though Bakugou tried to conceal his. Izuku stepped back, leaving his friends the chaotic seed he’d planted.
Ten fingers immediately latched onto Todo’s stomach, Kaminari wasting no time. Loud, surprisingly bubbly laughter burst from him, a wide smile growing on the face of the typically-earnest teen. “N-NOHOHO! MIHIDORIYAHA! TRAHAHAITOR!”
That started a little competition; an unspoken game of “Who Can Get Todoroki to Laugh the Loudest” beginning between the four teens. Denki was in the lead, scribbling in and around his navel and teasing his lower belly. Kirishima was in a semi-close second, drilling his fingertips into the multi-quirked boy’s hollows. Sero, deciding to be a menace, toyed near his spine, tracing teasy little shapes up and down his back. Bakugou and Izuku hung back, though the explosive blonde seemed ready to jump in.
Todoroki was burning; not literally, but he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He trusted his classmates not to go too far, but damn, that shit tickled. He was mainly nervous of Bakugou; they had already found his worst spot, but he knows one more that would make the goofiness much more unbearable. A spot that Baku knew.
Deciding that he had waited long enough, the fiery teen cracked his knuckles, approaching the group. He crouched down, going for Todo’s outer thigh. He clawed at the outer edges, making sure to keep things as comfortable as they could be.
Todoroki shrieked at the addition of the spot, four people now trying their best to wreck him. It was almost maddening; all he could think about was “tickles, tickles shIT THAT TICKLES!” over and over again. His entire face was a bright red, almost matching the left side of his hair. “NAHAHAHA! GUHU- PLEHEHEASE! NOHO MOHOHORE!”
Denki saw how wild all the tickling was driving his classmate. Deciding to show some mercy, he went for one more scribble on the boy’s navel before backing away. Kirishima also took the hint, ending the underarm tickles. Bakugou reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to seem silly compared to the other two. Sero continued out of pure spite, wanting to hear the giggles a little longer.
The hot-and-cold student was wiped; five of his classmates “tormenting” him was exhausting. He practically hung from the tape restraints, giggling softly as Sero continued to softly tickle his back. It honestly just made him more tired, but in a good way. He still wanted it to end, but they were relaxing in the silliest way.
Midoriya checked the time, seeing how late it was getting. He had always been a bit of a mother-hen when it came to his close friends, even though he got injured far worse and much more often than they did. “Come on, Sero. He’s had enough.” The tape hero-in-training backed away, a smug smile on his face. “Fine. You know he was enjoying it, though.”
Kirishima hardened his hand, cutting the tape around the giggly, exhausted teen’s arms. It quickly unraveled, Todo swaying into Midoriya’s waiting arms. He carried his classmate over to the half-and-half student’s bed for the night, laying him down and pulling the blankets over him. He was out in seconds.
The rest of their classmates snickered quietly, each going either back to sleep or to their devices. The goof troop that wrecked him fist-bumped, silently cheering a job well-done. Sero, still proud of himself for bringing it up and starting it all, chuckled. “I’ll admit, that was pretty fun. Nice to see him laugh like that.”
His friends agreed, even Bakugou huffing a quiet “I guess” before heading to his bed. The teen had a strict sleep schedule, and while the tickling was fun, it did delay that. The rest snickered before dispersing, each heading to their own sleeping spots.
Todoroki found himself smiling and laughing a lot more after that day, be it from cheesy jokes or the occasional side poke. And honestly? He didn’t really mind. Turns out even the most serious of teenagers can enjoy a good laugh with friends every once in a while.
#mha tickling#lee!todoroki#ler!bakugou#ler!sero#ler!kaminari#ler!midoriya#ler!kirishima#ticklish!todoroki#sfw tickling community#augtickletober 2023#tickle fic#tickle#my hero academia tickle#bnha tickling#ler!denki#boko no hero academia tickle#mha/bnha#tickle fluff#gang tickles
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I'm not only in the KNY / Demon Slayer fandom...
Wii! (Someone save Kirishima pls)
#bnha tickle#bnha tickling#bnha tickles#lee!kirishima#ler!kirishima#lee!bakugou#ler!bakugou#lee!momo#ler!jirou
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Happy Year of the Rabbit 🐰
A/N: wrote this on a whim after seeing the new hori sketch. there was so much potential I couldn't not write a quick drabble
Summary:
this. just this.
Characters: switches Midoriya and Bakugou, ler!Kirishima
“Damn Deku, what’re you doi—PFFFT!”
“Kacchan!! We’re doing a photoshoot for New Year’s!”
“And you’re wearing that?”
“Of course! Me and the others, and Mirko! So, how do I look?”
“Ridiculous.”
“Not even a little cute?”
“Tch.”
“Aw, Kacchan, don’t be like that!”
“How did you even, fit, in that?”
“With difficulty, heh…”
Bakugou gave him the once-over. Were his thighs always so, so… Well, for lack of a better phrase, fucking hot?
“You sure you can handle taking a picture in that?”
“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it.”
“But, your thighs are so…”
Deku cocked his head. “So…?”
“So damn exposed! What would you do if someone were to just come up to you and—” without thinking, Bakugou reached out and gently squeezed Deku’s thigh, eliciting a squeak from the smaller boy.
“K-Kacchan!”
Completely flustered, Bakugou decided to turn the tables as fast as possible the best way he knew how.
“Eh!? whACCHAN! Matte, MATTE!!”
Bakugou pounced. Deku fell to the floor.
“AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Damn nerd, you’re practically asking for it.”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!”
Bakugou was expertly kneading Deku’s bare thighs, digging his thumbs into all the spots he knew drove the boy wild.
“AAHAHAAAHAHA P-PLEHEHEASE KACCHAN!!”
“Oh? And what’s this? Looks like your hips are exposed too. You really didn’t think this though, did you?”
Deku flushed bright pink. “NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”
“Tickle tickle tickle, damn nerd.”
“Oi! Be nice, Bakugou!”
“Kirishi—HAAH??”
Bakugou froze. No way. No way this was real.
Kirishima smirked. “What do you think of my outfit?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Bakugou was still frozen with Deku panting beneath him. Then, the feeling of Deku grabbing his wrist snapped him out of it, and, not knowing how to handle this situation at all, he continued his ruthless attack on Deku’s poor defenseless thighs and hips.
“WHAHAHAHAHA! K-KIRISHIMA KUHUHUUN! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEE!!”
Kirishima smiled. “Coming!” He leapt into action, running up from behind Bakugou and digging his fingers into his underarms.
“WHAAAHAHA KIRISHIMAAAAA!!” Bakugou fell back into Kirishima’s lap and burst into laughter, now in between the two bunny boys’ legs.
“Th-thahanks, Kirishima,” Deku sighed in relief.
“Now’s your turn to help me out!” Kiri encouraged.
Bakugou was doing his best to twist around in Kirishima’s grip, but he was unrelenting.
Deku sat up so that his previous position was reversed. Now straddling Bakugou, he gently wiggled his fingers into his ribs.
“NAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA STAHAHAHAHAP! BOHOHOHOTH OF YOHOHOU!”
It was a good thing Bakugou had his eyes closed right now, because he’s pretty sure he'd die if he had to watch while these two bunny boys tickle him to pieces.
This went on for a few more minutes until Bakugou tapped out. He lasted an unusually short amount of time, most likely due to his already incredibly pre-flustered state. When he finally opened his eyes, he quickly realized he was laying between two pairs of beautifully toned bare thighs, and immediately covered his blushing face in embarrassment.
“You guys are the wooorst,” Bakugou whined.
Kirishima and Midoriya laughed.
“You started it!” Midoriya said.
“I didn’t start shit,” Bakugou mumbled from behind his hands. “Now would you two get offa me!??”
“Oops, sorry, man.”
“Sorry, Kacchan.”
#happy new year everyone!!#do you guys want a continuation of this??#because I'd be happy to write more#I just had to get this out of my system#tickling#tickle fic#tickle drabble#deku#bunny deku#izuku midoriya#bunny midoriya#katsuki bakugou#eijirou kirishima#lee!midoriya#ler!midoriya#lee!deku#ler!deku#lee!bakugou#ler!bakugou#ler!kirishima#bakudeku#kiribaku#kiribakudeku#mirko cosplay#year of the rabbit#bnha#princess scrawlings
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As an apology for my lack of writing here some different content for you 💕
First drawing here on tumblr
#tickleart#ticklefanart#mha#mha tickle#kiribaku#lee!kirishima#ler!bakugou#first drawing here i’m nervous
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Love Language (My Hero Academia)
Ship : Switch!Bakugou, Switch!Deku (BakuDeku)
A/N : sorry if there’s any mistakes, the tumblr app is a bitch and i am so tired of using this platform! sorry for the cynicism, just tired. hope you guys enjoy!! i’ve been wanting to write for bkdk forever so this was fun :)
Summary : Bakugou's keeping a secret. Deku is very eager to figure out what exactly he's hiding, and this leads to some...playful antics.
Word Count : 3994
REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! LOVE U ALL MWAH <3
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Deku had put some real thought behind what his and Kacchan’s love language together would be. He felt every relationship had one that stood out above the rest, whether it be words of affirmation and adoration for one another, or simple physical touch that lingered so one could be as close as possible to the other they love.
But if he had to choose a word, just one word to describe the love language he and Kacchan shared together, the answer he finds in his vocabulary sticks out like a sore thumb:
Bickering.
“Kacchan, I already told you there isn’t another day we can go. I’m either babysitting Eri or training with All Might every other day; it has to be Tuesday.”
“Fucking reschedule then, nerd. I’ve got plans on Tuesday, and I know damn well I’m not rescheduling,” Kacchan lounged against Deku’s bed, sprawled lazily as he scrolled through his phone and argued like it was clockwork. Because really, it was.
“I can’t just reschedule, you know that! What’s so important about Tuesday anyway? Got a hot date you care to clue me in on?”
“Oh yeah, super hot. Way outta your league, don’t bother asking,” the smirk on Kacchan’s face made Deku smile at the corners of his mouth before immediately pulling his face back into a pout-like scowl.
“I’m serious, Kacchan, why not Tuesday?”
“Because I said so.”
“Stop being so stubborn.”
“Stop being so annoying.”
“I’m not annoying, I’m persistent.”
“Persistent on annoying the shit out of me.”
Deku sighed frustratedly, finally shutting the laptop on his desk and swiveling the chair around to face his incredibly hard-headed boyfriend, who was still looking at his phone.
He stared at Kacchan for a good moment before the blonde gave in and looked back at him. The blonde kept his eyebrows up and lips pressed, like he was pretending to care about the conversation. He did care, but it’s fun to tease Deku and get him all huffy like he is now.
“Yes, your majesty?”
Deku groaned, but he felt his face getting just slightly warmer at the teasing remark. He said nothing in response, just continuing to stare Kacchan down like his eyes had hidden lie detectors installed in the retinas.
Finally, Kacchan huffed, his face relaxing from the teasing one he held back into that infamous grumpy expression, returning his glare to the phone in his hand, totally uninterested. Totally.
“Look, I’ve got shit to do that day, alright?”
“Like what? Why can’t you tell me what it is?”
“Because I just can’t, okay?! Not a big fucking deal..” Kacchan continued with a mumble of feign annoyance, “You’ll figure out what it is later anyways.”
Ohh. Okay then. So it’s a secret for Deku, not from him. Interesting. Very interesting.
Deku sat in thought, allowing an almost tense silence to fill the room. His glare remained aimed at Kacchan, finger curled against his chin that tilted down as he pondered. It was an expression Deku wore quite often when thinking. Every couple of seconds Kacchan spared him a glance, before clicking his tongue like he was irritated at the cogs turning in Deku’s head.
Finally, Deku stood, sauntering over to the bed innocently enough. He peeked down at Kacchan with a sweet smile, the blonde finally peering above his phone and grimacing at the look.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” He grumbled.
“So what’s this about Tuesday?”
“Oh my god are you still on that shit? I said you’ll find out soon enough so just drop it-- hey-! Gah whAt the-! S-stop, dohon’t you-- shihit stop!”
That was another thing Deku could probably count as one of their love languages: tickling. Whether to settle a dumb argument, win against the other in a spar, or just to hear some cute giggles whenever they felt in the mood, somehow tickling was always brought back up in their relationship like they were rekindling the childhood they fucked up for each other.
Neither one of them minded it. In fact, they both thoroughly enjoyed the activity when it was with one another. But one was definitely more keen on admitting that fact than the other would ever dare.
Deku’s smile was innocent and sweet; the fingers curling into Kacchan’s lower ribs, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves that left his boyfriend near thrashing through choked-back laughs, were much less so.
Kacchan growled through restrained giggles, trying hard to fight back against the silly sensations that forced his body to curl around his evil boyfriend’s fingers and his belly to bounce in giggles so unlike him.
“Q-quihit! I swear I’ll- gggrraahaha nohoho!” His feet kicked out against the mattress, ruining the well-made comforter just so he could relieve himself from all the pent-up ticklish energy coursing through him. He tried pushing away Deku’s hands, but even when he managed to move them away from one spot, like his belly, they always found another that somehow felt more ticklish than the last, like his fucking ribs. “I swehehear! GAhaAHAHahah Deheheku!”
“You swear what? Sorry, I can’t understand you, you’ll what now? Hm? What are you gonna do, Kacchan?” Deku teased, delighting in the squeal and curses against his life he got in return. “Oh, I know what you’ll do! How about you tell me what you’re gonna be up to on Tuesday? Hm? How’s that sound, Kacchan?”
The blonde just shook his head defiantly, if not to also hide his flushed face in his pillow as much as he could.
Why did he always feel like this every time that nerd tickled him. It was so fucking stupid, immature as anything. Tickling isn’t that bad, it shouldn’t take much for Bakugou to fight back and claim victory like he did with everything else.
If it was anyone else tickling him, he’d still be holding back well by now. Sure, it’d probably tickle just the same, maybe less. But he’d be able to hold off his laughter, fight back harder, do fucking anything other than curling up into a squirming ball of growling giggles and just let it happen—like he was doing right now.
There was just something about the way Deku in particular tickled him that always made his face flame, made his brain short-circuit into nothing more than giddy mush. It just felt different. More intimate, maybe. Deku knows the ins and outs of Bakugou’s entire being, has analyzed him since the day they met, and yet still somehow the bastard manages to find out new things about him nearly every day. Deku knows exactly how to tickle him, and this makes him vulnerable. That knowledge makes the fingers squishing into his belly tickle just so much worse than they would with anyone else.
Bakugou can't stand it. He can't take it.
And yet he fucking does.
“C’mooooon Kacchan! I know you wanna tell me! Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me-”
“STOHOHOPP! You ahahasshohole! Fuhuhuck ahahaha-!” Bakugou was going to die like this. Face red like a cherry, squirming away from his boyfriend’s fingers that always found a new spot to torment no matter his struggle, those stupid fucking butterflies filling his belly and making him feel all—
NO. No. He doesn’t like this. This is torture, an interrogation tactic—and a childish one at that. He is fine, he will persevere, he can fucking handle a little-
“WAHAHAIT NOHOhohoho! Nononohohoho you fuhuhucker!” Through his struggle Deku managed to sit on his waist, pinning his body to the bed and leaving him even more helpless than before. He even zeroed in on that disgustingly ticklish spot on his upper ribs, the one he just loved to remind Kacchan of endlessly. The blonde glued his elbows to his sides like it would do anything but trap Deku’s stupid skilled fingers to that one horribly ticklish spot.
Bakugou tried spitting curses at Deku through his cackles, but the words always dissolved into hysterical giggles that that green-headed fucker just chuckled at in response.
“You’re so cuuuute! It tickles, doesn’t it? Does it tickle? Does thiiiis tickle?” Deku pinched faster at that dastardly little spot, Kacchan throwing his head back in giggly anguish. The blonde shook his head yet again, squeezing his eyes shut tight so he didn’t have to look at that sickly sweet expression on his evil tormentor's face.
“Yohohou-! You cahahan’t! You cahahan’t juuhust-!” He yet again lost his words to wheezes and unstoppable giggles, kicking hard against the mattress in flustered frustration.
“I can’t? Oh, but I can! I can do whatever I want, Kacchan, and you can’t do anything about it. All you have to do is tell me what you’re gonna be up to on our date night and then I might let you go!”
Bakugou gave him a wide-eyed intimidation stare, though the effect was lost on his cackling smile and scrunched-up nose. “Mihihight!?”
“Well yeah, I love your laugh~! I only get to hear it so often cause you’re this ticklish,” Deku chuckled, now poking sporadically all over his boyfriend's sensitive ribs and making the blonde throw his head back in a giggle fit. “Tickling you is just so fun, Kacchan, you know it’s hard for me to stop sometimes,” he stated it like a clear fact Bakugou should already be aware of. Even worse is that Bakugou was indeed very aware of how much fun Deku found tickling him to be, and it made his body feel torn between squirming away from him entirely to escape that horribly funny feeling, and just sitting perfectly still (or, at least, as still as one could be while being tickled) and letting his mean boyfriend have his fun. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Deku is having his fun by torturing the living daylights out of him, but Bakugou’s come to find such a soft spot in himself for that little fucker, one that wants to let him do whatever he wants just to make the boy happy— unluckily for him, this soft spot just happens to be insanely fucking ticklish, and Deku has all intentions to exploit the hell out of it.
“I don’t cahahare! It’s nohohot—! Ahahaha shihit—!” Kacchan wheezed, fists gripping onto Dekus wrists like a lifeline. He pushed, he shoved, made a whole show about trying to get away.
And yet? There he lies; still giggling, still tickled.
Deku chuckled, giving sweet pinches to Kacchans hips and thriving in the loud, giggly whine his action brought. “You can’t even talk now~,” he keened, bringing his face so fucking close to Bakugou’s own that the blonde was almost worried he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off his flushed face. “I’ve got youuuu~!”
Bakugou wailed through a desperate cackle. He hated that, the stupid teasy shit Deku always pulled when he had him like this. It was so mean, made him feel so damn vulnerable, why the hell is his heart pounding so fucking hard.
“Nohoho! Nononohoho—!” It was all he could say, his only counter to Deku’s malicious attack. He can’t give in though, can’t let that bastard get what he wants out of him. He has to stay strong.
“No? Aww, but why? I just wanna know about your fun little plans!” Deku scribbled up Kacchan’s sides, his fingers walking a dark path back up to the blonde’s worst spot. Kacchan jerked to the side, held his arms so tight against himself while still trying to maintain the grasp he had against his boyfriend’s weapons of mass destruction. He knew it was no use, they’d played this game so many times by now he knew his fate was sealed, but he had to try damnit.
“I wohohon’t! It’s a fuhucking secrehehet you bihihitch!”
“Always so rude to me, Kacchan. What did I ever do to you, huh?” Deku said with an all-knowing grin, tilting his head like an innocent and curious puppy. That mean fucking bastard.
“Thihihis!! You’re fuhuhcking evihihil—!” Bakugou was having a hard time breathing now, his only source of oxygen being through hysterical giggling. Deku sighed with a tut, removing his fingers from the dip of Kacchans hips and placing them on his chest. He pressed down firmly, like to assert they were not yet finished here. Bakugou groaned through the giggly breaths he took thanks to his little break.
“I’m not evil, Kacchan. I’m persistent,” Deku smiled at his boyfriend's scoff. “We can be done here, y'know. No more tickling if you just tell me.”
Bakugou glared up at Deku, finally willing down his blush so he could actually assert himself here.
“I don’t care about the tickling. I’m not fucking talking. It’s not for you to know, not yet at least,” He smirked, placing a hand over the ones pressed against his chest. “Can’t keep your hands off me long, huh?”
Deku pouted, mad that Kacchan was trying to dominate the situation again like he always does. But no, no he’s not in charge here, not yet at least. Deku still has some answers he’s looking for.
“At least tell me why you can’t tell me.”
Bakugou blinked. He glared at Deku with an incredulous look, one that said “you’re fucking joking, right?”, and when he saw that look of pure seriousness on his boyfriends face, he just couldn’t help it. Bakugou slammed a hand over his mouth as he cackled at his boyfriend’s way with words.
He laughed through a muffled palm, “You’re so fuhucking stupihid!” Bakugou cackled, his free hand squeezing Deku’s on his chest to assure his words were lighthearted. “‘Tell me why you can’t tell me—,’ that’s fucking telling you, you dumbass!”
Deku scowled at his boyfriend's hysterics, much less amused by this form of laughter than the kind he brought out himself.
“I’m serious! Why can’t you tell me?”
“I did tell you, it’s a secret.”
“But what kind of secret? A gift? A party? Be more specific.”
“No, cause then you’ll fucking figure it out, you dunce.”
Deku dropped his face. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”
“I’m not asking for shit! If I’m asking you anything it’s that you leave it fucking be.”
“But Kachaaaaan…”
Oh there he goes, whining and pulling that stupid puppy dog look again. That adorable little idiot just always gets what he wants, it’s not fucking fair. But not this time, oh no. Bakugou stayed strong, holding his own, refusing to give the little manipulator what he wants. Because if he did, it would ruin the fucking surprise.
Deku’s birthday is next month, he’s turning the big one-eight. Bakugou had been preparing his present for weeks now, counting down the days and scheduling the purchase perfectly so nothing could go wrong. But, the only day he could line up to buy the limited-edition All Might plush that had been recalled when they were kids for whatever reason, was Tuesday.
Deku had one when they were little, but through a tussle between the two boys (one that Bakugou knows he started and to this day feels terrible over), it had been torn and ruined in the mud of their local playground. Deku’s mom had tried everything to fix it before eventually just trying to buy a new one, but again, the damn thing had been fucking recalled, so it was nowhere.
Bakugou still has memories of Deku bawling his eyes out over the thing, sleepless nights from not being able to cuddle his favorite plush like a security blanket. Bakugou feels, and even back then felt, fucking horrible over it.
So, when he found one for sale online a few months ago, one that was in mint-fucking-condition, he knew that was it. That plushie was exactly what Deku would get from him on his birthday into adulthood.
Thing was, buying the damn thing was looking to be a real fucking inconvenience at the moment. He was able to talk to the seller, get to a nice price they were both happy with (well, happy was an overstatement; how in the hell could a stuffed doll be so fucking expensive?!), and agree on a time to meet up and exchange. But it had to be Tuesday. This Tuesday. No other day, the seller told him, cause if he was late he’d give it to the next seller who was just as eager to buy.
And so, here he lies, entirely unwilling to fess up with an actual monster on his waist trying it’s damndest to get him to talk. But Deku had his fun, Bakugou at least gave him that. Now he thinks it’s about time a certain monster learned what the consequences of pestering his very nice and loving boyfriend are.
“Quit your whining, idiot,” Bakugou grinned before quickly gripping at Deku’s waist, careful not to tickle yet, but enough to make sure the boy knew it was a threat. “You think you’re just gonna get away with that little stunt?”
Deku gasped with a wobbly smile, his hands shooting to Kacchan’s wrists with an all-too-excited pleading look. “N-no, I just--”
“You just what? Just thought you could tickle all the answers out of me like it’s easy? Ohoho, I’ll show you what’s really easy--” Bakugou chuckled before delivering quick yet gentle squeezes to Deku’s hips, the boy already folding forward in embarrassed, giggly huffs, his head shaking ‘no’ all the while. “--What’s easy is making you fall apart right at the seams, you ticklish idiot.”
In one quick move, Bakugou had their positions flipped, Deku on his back with his legs wrapped around Bakugou’s waist and the blonde’s fingers pinching quick and mercilessly right at that little spot he knows Deku just can’t stand.
Deku squealed and shrieked through giggles, legs kicking beside his boyfriend’s waist and hands pushing not hard enough at Bakugou’s wrists. His hair was already tussled from shaking his head, face flushed and scrunched in ticklish anguish.
“Ahahaha!! Nohot fahahair!” He whined through his cackles, body twisting with a giggly shout when one hand moved to pinch up and down his right side.
“Oh, it’s not so fair when it’s you getting the tickle punishment then, is it? My my, what double standards you have there, Deku,” Bakugou couldn’t help the wide grin on his face. Seeing Deku like this is just always too damn cute. He looks a mess in the best way possible, shrieking pleas and apologies through hysterical giggles. Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m sohohorryyy!! I wahas just--AH! AHAHahaha juhuhust chuhurious! Kahachhaan plehehease-!” Deku pleaded, trying to look his boyfriend in the eye but failing miserably when the tickling just made his eyes scrunch right back up in laughter.
“Yeah well curiosity sure killed the cat here, didn’t it?” Bakugou moved his hands to pinch at the thighs so readily available to him next to his own sides, leaving Deku to arch off the bed with a loud, desperate squeal. He tried slapping at Bakugou's hands, now too far away to get a firm grip on them, but his fight was futile. Deku was sentenced to a tickled silly death. He wrapped his arms around his torso and cackled helplessly, squirming around like it would do a thing.
“You givin’ up? Just gonna sit there and let me tickle you silly, Deku? You’re fuckin’ hopeless,” Bakugou chuckled, delighted in the blush Deku now tried to cover up with his right hand. “Do you apologize for being a pest?”
“YEHEHES! I’m sohohorryy! So sohohorry, Kachahahaha--! Ahahaha nohoho-! Pleheheehehe-!”
“Yeah, I didn’t quite catch that,” Bakugou brought his face down towards Deku’s own, the boy’s cackles so loud it almost hurt his ears. He grinned maliciously, “Can’t really understand you when, y’know, you can’t even talk~,” Oh how he loved to use Deku’s own words against him. It always made him scream so deliciously.
Hm. Bakugou was quite close to Deku’s face at the moment. His cute, red, smiley little face. Bakugou’s eyes scanned down from the boy’s cheeks, to jaw, to neck. Hm. Hmm.
Bakugou switched up his tickle tactic just a tad, from digging into Deku’s thighs to just tickling softly over the skin (much thanks to the boy’s athletic shorts he always wore for comfort). At this, Deku kicked hard against the sheets, letting out a half-screech half-whine through his bubbly giggles. Bakugou grinned at the change of pace before dipping down right into the crook of Deku’s neck and nibbling.
Deku screamed. His hands pushed against Bakugou’s hair, not enough to pull but enough to make it a mess. Bakugou growled into his neck at that, making him squeak so preciously.
“Little stuck, huh?”
“Nohohoho! Nohoho yohohou-! Thihhiss ihihis-! AHAHAHA-!! Tihihickles!” His voice was so high-pitched now, the tickling at his neck making it impossible to lower it for his own dignity.
“Yeah? Tickles?” Bakugou whispered right into the shell of Deku’s ear, the tickled boy shaking his head with a squeal like it would do anything but make Kacchan’s hair tickle at his nose.
“Okahahahay! Okahahay, Kachahahan!” he shoved at Bakugou’s shoulders while his own bounced in giggly mirth. He knew his face had to be bright red at this point, he could feel the heat spreading everywhere, god he felt so warm. Kacchan’s face, his lips, against his neck and ears were too much, too vulnerable, too ticklish. The way his chapped lips grazed the skin as his teeth worked oh-too gently to nibble away at every fiber of his sanity was making him lose his mind. Not to mention he was still tickling his fucking thighs. Kacchan rarely tickled him so gently, it was so out of character for the boy, and yet here he was, tearing Deku apart by the seams just like he said he would with the softest and meanest of tickles Deku could’ve ever imagined.
“You sorry yet~?” Bakugou whispered yet again, smiling into the skin when he heard Deku’s laughter start going silent, every few seconds a wheeze or hysterical giggle slipping its way through before delving right back into silent delirium.
Finally, Deku got the breath to barely giggle out, “Y-yehehes! S-sohohorry! Kahahahahaha-!”
With a kiss at the shell of Deku’s red little ear (oh it was so warm, how delightful), Bakugou pulled away, the boy left panting through giggles on his lap. Fuck, he looks so cute like that. Bright pink and wrecked, breathing hard while still unable to control the titters of leftover sensations crawling over his neck and thighs.
Deku seemed to have forgotten what this was all about, just looking up at Kacchan and throwing his arms over his face with embarrassed giggles. Bakugou chuckled, giving a slap to the side of Deku’s thigh and making him squeak.
“You’re gonna love it, though. Even if I can’t tell you what it is, I’ll at least let your nosy ass know it’s something good,” Bakugou gave a small smile, eyes hooded in adoration.
Deku brought his arms down to his chest so he could look properly at his boyfriend, smiling wide when he saw how Kacchan was looking at him.
“Hope it was worth it,” he giggled before propping himself up and puckering his lips out for Kacchan to take the chance. Bakugou just rolled his eyes fondly before giving in and kissing his boyfriend softly, hand on his cheek.
A month passed, and Deku did indeed adore his gift. Tears were shed (all on Deku’s part of course, Bakugou just chuckled at his boyfriend’s sensitivity like he always did), and that night Deku had two things he could cuddle and snuggle himself to sleep with.
Maybe they had three love languages, Deku thought as he drifted off, cuddled against the soft plush he forgot he missed so much and the warm arms wrapped protectively around his waist. Bickering, check. Tickling, double check. Gift-giving? Most definitely a triple check in Deku’s books. He gave the plush a tight squeeze as he finally dozed off with a smile.
. . .
A/N : i hope yall enjoyed! it's currently 4:30am and i've got class in the morning and work in the afternoon so i should rlly get to sleep lmaoo. this jsut took way longer to post thanks to tumblr dot com being the worst platform in the world! hope yall have a great day, love u guys!! <;33
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