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gaybananabread · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

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

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek.

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand. “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day. Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms.

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~”

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages.

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..”

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly.

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun.

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.” That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?”

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings.

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit.

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn’t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap. He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes.

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

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tricks-tickles · 3 months

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

and happy very late @squealing-santa !

word count: 997

pairing: Lee!Todoroki /& Ler!Midoriya

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

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

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

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

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

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

Todoroki glared as Midoriya beamed up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked.

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

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

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

Midoriya poked him again.

He twitched.

Another poke.

Another twitch.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Another poke.

“I aham- I am not.”

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Todoroki huffed, wiggling a little to no avail.

“Very classy.” He said, deadpan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“IHIHIT JUST TIHIHIHCKLEHES, PLEHEHEAHASE!”

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

He grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ticklishfanart · 1 year

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Bakugou has a loonnnnnnggggg day ahead of him hehehe >:]

Also now kirishima actually has a tangible excuse to not wear a shirt!! Huzzah!!

#ticklishfanart #bnha tickling #mha tickling #ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugou #ler!kirishima

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kiritkl · 4 months

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Ticklish Massage

Lee!Midoriya | Ler!Kirishima Foot-focused tickling

Summary: Midoriya complains about his feet aching from training, so Kirishima decides to offer up some help. However, Kirishima's curiosity gets the best of him.

“A what..?’

Midoriya raised a brow.

“A massage! You said your feet hurt, right?” Kirishima gleefully replied, a grin on his face.

The green-headed boy thought for a moment, then soon after agreed. After all, how could he pass it up? His soles ached like hell from training so hard - he needed a remedy, quick.

“Alrighty, give ‘em here!” Kirishima held his hands out, signaling to his friend that he was ready to go.

Midoriya thanked him before placing his ankles in his hands. The redhead nodded, “No worries! I’m always here to help, man!”

Kirishima began the massage by suddenly drilling his two thumbs into the top pads of Midoriya’s left foot. He moved his thumbs in circular movements, completely unaware of how it was affecting his friend.

Midoriya nearly bit his tongue trying to keep his laughter inside his mouth. His cheeks held bubbles inside of them, ready to pop and release all of his cute giggles at any moment.

Kirishima glanced over at Midoriya, to see him gripping onto the floor’s carpet and mending his lips shut. He sensed something was off, but continued with his massage.

The boy’s next destination was Midoriya’s arch. He again, used two thumbs to circularly massage into the rather smooth skin. This time, when he looked over at Midoriya, he spotted his fists banging on the floor, as his lips trembled.

“Somethin’ wrong, Midoriya..?” Kirishima worriedly asked, not putting two and two together. He kept massaging Midoriya’s arch, not a care in the world.

“Oh- N…noho-nothing…” Midoriya replied, letting a singular giggle slip. He hoped that Kirishima didn’t hear it, otherwise, he’d probably realize what was going on.

“Oh…ya sure?” Kirishima brushed a finger against Midoriya’s toes - hoping he could prove a past suspicion.

Midoriya giggled, throwing his hands out to try and stop Kirishima’s finger from going anywhere else. However, Kirishima had already pulled the boy’s ankles into an armlock.

“Ohoho, I knew it! Our little friend is ticklish on his feet! How adorable!” Kirishima teased, fluttering a few fingers against both of Midoriya’s soles.

“No, I’m not!- Ah- stahahahap!” Midoriya chuckled, covering his face. He was afraid this would happen!

“Oh, c’mon…it’s alright to be ticklish,” Kirishima replied, scribbling a finger beneath Midoriya’s toes. He knew how ticklish his friend was from past experiences, so there was no point in trying to hide it.

“Wait!- NohOHOHoh! I cahan’t tahahAHAHEHEhehahake ihit!” Midoriya squealed, thrashing his legs around to no avail. Kirishima’s grip was too strong - he wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

If it weren’t for Kirishima’s love of cute laughter and giggles, this would’ve been done from the start. But how could he resist hearing Midoriya’s sweet laughter?! A simple answer - he couldn’t.

Kirishima raked five of his fingers up and down Midoriya’s feet, starting at the balls, swiftly moving up to the pads, and then making a stop at the toes to tease them. Then, moving back down the pads and so forth.

Midoriya was done for. He was basically howling with laughter, trying to reach Kirishima’s back to punch him or something. P.S., it didn’t work. It only gave Kirishima more of a reason to tickle him.

“Y’know, a little birdie told me that your thighs were ticklish…” Kirishima hummed. He looked over at Midoriya, who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Whohoho tohold you thahat?!”

“Why’re you still laughing? I’m not even ticklin’ you!” Kirishima chuckled. “Hm, maybe I should check your thighs just to make sure.”

Midoriya yelped when Kirishima pounced on his waist, straddling him. He sat facing Midoriya’s thighs so that he could have full access to the supposedly ticklish area. He quickly began to squeeze the tops of his knees, causing him to writhe around, desperate to escape this ticklish nightmare.

Kirishima then pinched the insides of Midoriya’s thighs. This drove Midoriya crazy, to the point where his face turned red and a singular tear went down his cheek.

Kirishima turned around to see this and giggled. “Too ticklish for your own good, huh?” He asked, getting off of the boy and helping him up on his feet.

Midoriya rubbed his soles on the carpet. He still felt like he was being tickled by Kirishima.

The redhead gave Midoriya a pat on the back and offered him an actual foot massage if he was still hurting. The boy was smart and decided to do it himself. He knew Kirishima would pull something sneaky again.

#kiritkl #lee!midoriya #lee!deku #ler!kirishima #tickle talk #tickle fic #tickle thoughts #tickle content #male tickling #tickle art #sfw tickling community #mha tickle #mha tickling #my hero academia

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tickling-giggles · 10 months

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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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randommusicalfluff · 9 months

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Have a self indulgent lee!Kiri piece!

#I’ve been cranking these out omg #tickle art #mango art #mha tickling #mha tickles #bnha tickling #my hero academia tickle #lee!kirishima #the hands are supposed to be denks sero and kats

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ticklishfiend · 1 year

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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

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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.

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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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rachi-roo · 5 months

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Hey, I saw your fic requests open and I wanted to know if you could do Lee!dabi and Ler!tomo (I'm pretty sure that's the name of your oc if I remember correctly)? I love his quirk and it'd be interesting to see how you think dabi would react to it! ^^

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My Hero Academia: Join the Dark Side, Yo

Oh my GOODNESS! It's been a little while since I've written something this long! I just love writing dialogue with my Tomo baby. He's such a sassy little shit XD I'd think Canon Dabi would just power through the tickles and incinerate Tomo, then find his family, burn them too, and probably steal his dog XD Buuuut, let's just pretend the tiggles are too strong! Thank you so much for the ask! Love you, thank you for your patience!

Summary: Dabi tries to convince Tomo to join the LOV.

Lee!Dabi, Ler!Tomo

Tw: Swearing, flirting

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Money, money, money! Today had been a successful hunt. Tomo had snatched several wallets from unsuspecting rich folk and even a snazzy Gucci watch that would fetch a nice handful at the cash pawn shop.

"Hmm... Udon set from the seven-eleven down the road? Ooor, maybe something from the night market?" He asked himself as he counted his wad of stolen cash. "Nice, I can afford both!"

"Abe Tomohiro."

"Huh?" The boy paused, hearing someone call his name from down an alleyway. "Yello?" He called back, stuffing the money into his pocket as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see who was talking to him in the dark.

Once his eyes focused, he saw a man staring at him with a grin across his scarred face. Dabi.

"Hey, kid. Come on down, I wanna have a talk." Dabi called, gesturing with a wave. He was on the lookout for villains to recruit into the League.

Tomo gulped, looking around for other civilians before taking a step closer, smiling. "My mum told me not to follow sexy men into dark alleyways."

"Hah, your mums a clever woman."

"That she is. Unfortunately, that intelligence didn't get passed down to me." Tomo smirked, walking towards Dabi casually. He knew that being defensive was usually worse in these situations.

Now face to face, Tomo looked up at the shadowy man who loomed over him.

"So, what can I do for you, sexy man in the alleyway? I'm afraid I'm not looking for company tonight if that's what you're offering." He smirked.

Dabi just smirked in return. He seemed to be in a good mood tonight. Otherwise, Tomos sass would find him dead. Dabi cocked his head to the side, looking down at the boy.

"I've heard a lot about you, Abe."

"Tomo is fine. No need for formalities." Tomo smirked as Dabi gave a nod of understanding.

"Tomo. I'm aware of what you get up to. You seem to have a real talent for it. And, you and the Pro hero, Hawks, are on good terms? Right?" He asked, raising a brow as he watched Tomo narrow his eyes.

"How'd you know that?"

"Doesn't matter. What I'm getting at is how useful you could be. I'm looking for people to join our little cause. You clearly understand that society is unbalanced. The way you only steal from those pompous rich bastards is evidence enough."

Tomo folded his arms, biting his lip as he listened. He knew where this was going, and he wasn't sure if he was keen on the idea. "Mhmm... What of it?"

"I think you'd be a handy addition to our group. Hawks, let's you commit crime. He knows you're stealing, and yet, he lets you walk free. That might come in handy for some dirtier jobs that come up." Dabi smirked, leaning close to Tomo, watching his eyes carefully.

"I reckon we see eye to eye on some level... I want what Stain is after. The fall of false heroes and-"

"Pffft-" Tomo cut him off, blowing a raspberry as he gave him a thumbs down. "Stain? Nuh-uh. No thanks, pal. I'm not out here to put anyone in the dirt."

Dabis friendly front immediately faded. Replaced with a blood-lust glare. "No?"

"Nah, I'm too pretty to be digging around in dirt like that. You're hot, but not pretty, so it's fine for you."

"I don't dig graves." Dabi growled, leaning closer, pinning Tomo between him and the wall with his arm.

"You don't? You mean... That smell is just you?"

"Moron. I don't dig graves because there's never anything left to bury!" The flame weirder ignited a warping blue flame in his palm, holding it close to Tomos face, slightly charring the tips of his hair.

Tomo scrunched his eyes shut, leaning away from the heat as he chuckled nervously.

"Ooho, damn. Yeah, that's hot." Tomo smirked, reaching a hand to pat Dabis chest. "Look, I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I'm just not built for the whole super-villain business, Mr- Uh, what was your name?"

"Dabi."

"Mr. Dabi. So-" Tomo ducked under Dabis arm, slowly starting to shimmy towards the main road again. "It's been nice, cool meeting a real villain and all, but I gotta go."

"Pitty." Dabi sneered, raising his hand, aiming a fireball at Tomo. "Shigaraki suggested you by name too. He held you in high regard, but I see you- GYAH!?" Dabi arched his back suddenly, yelping as his fire was diminished.

"Sorry bout that, I just hate long ass monologues." Tomo shrugged as he shook his head.

Dabi wasn't sure what just happened, but he was pissed!

"If you value your life, you won't do that again!" Dabi growled, clenching his fists angrily. His pride was already a little damaged due to the noise he made. Tomo chuckled, amused by Dabis reaction.

"Oh? Why?" Tomo asked, stepping a little closer, tilting his head.

"Does it tickle?"

Dabi felt a strange sensation in his chest. What was this feeling? He felt warm. Though not like any heat he had experienced before. This was different. Was he... Flustered?

"Little shit!" He was pissed. He tossed a fireball at Tomo. It was missed by inches as his aim was thrown off by a tickly sensation on his stomach that made him double over, clutching his stomach as he bit back a laugh.

"Oh, you are ticklish then! Never would have guessed~" Tomo teased, hopping up onto a dumpster and making himself comfortable as he watched Dabi consider his options. Which were limited at this time.

"Just get out of here, kid." The dark-haired villain hissed, keeping his eyes fixed on the concrete.

"Hm? And miss out on seeing a sexy villain like you laughing and begging for mercy under my hand? No can do, Mr. Dabi~" He raised his hands, starting to pinch the air. Each pinch made Dabi flinch and snicker.

"Gh-! I-I sweAh-! I swear, if you dOHON'T stop! I'll fihind y-you ahand- FUCK!" The constant random squeezing sensation moved up and down Dabis ribs, making it hard for him to string a sentence.

"You'll find me and what, sir? How forward of you, hehe~!" Tomo smiled, crossing his legs as he looked down at the squirming villain. "You're kinda cute when you laugh. Ya know?"

The light squeezing turned into more vigorous tickling, targeting the villains stomach now.

"Stahap! Y-You little shihiiiit! AHA! GR-! NOHO!" He rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach as a few small, harmless flames spurted from his palms. "Rrrh! NnnAHA!" His eyes scrunched shut, his knees pulled up into his chest as he tried to hide his expression from view.

"Nawww, look at that smile! You know, I love when big scary men like you are ticklish. It's very humbling and adorable. Kichy, kitchy kooo~" Tomo laughed with him, making squeezing gestures in the air that stuck to Dabis inner thighs, making him kick and flail helplessly.

"STAHAP! F-Fuhuhuck it! I-I'll bury yOHOHOUUU! AaaaAHA!"

"I thought you said you don't dig graves? Now you're lying to me? Ugh... It's always the pretty ones that are the liars." The tickling kicked up a notch as Dabis underarms were attacked.

"Kichy, koo~ Little squirmy wormy villy willain! So eeevil! Yes, I'm petrified right now, can you tell? Oh sho shcawy!"

"GOhod damn it! GyahahaAAAHAHA! NO! Noho! NAHAHAAaaa-!... *gasp* StyAHAP! STAHAHAAAAP!"

Dabi clamped his arms to his sides, throwing his head back in hysterics. He felt so vulnerable, something he hadn't felt in years now. And this sensation of tickling. Never before had he felt such a thing, it was so intense! It was... Pleasant? No! Of course not! He'd never think such a thing!

A sort passed his lips as he leaned up against the wall, just managing to prop himself upright as he laughed himself silly.

"HAHA! OHO SHIHIIIT! Dahahamn it! F-Fuhucking stahahap! EH!?" He gasped, looking up and realising the boy was long gone.

"HEY! Where'd you gohOH!? Come BAHAHACK! AHAHAAAaaaa-!... *gasp* GAHAHAD! C-COHOWARD! I'll fIHIIII- AHA!" It was no good. Dabi gave up throwing threats around. He rolled back onto his side, pulling his jacker collar up around his face, trying to keep his crimson red cheeks hidden and his laughter quieter.

Once the tickling finally subsided, Dabi couldn't even bother to be mad anymore. He just lay there for a while, staring up at the stars as he caught his breath. "Damn... Kid... Hah..." He smiled to himself, rubbing his side as a ghost tickle made him jump. Maybe Tomo was right to decline. Someone who tickles people for defence doesn't belong with a group of criminals like them anyway.

"My turn... Next time..."

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Thanks for reading! Much love! 😚💕

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lovelymessybubbly · 5 months

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dabi commission recently finished for @feathergil (❃•̤ॢᗜ•̤ॢ)✲*｡♡ it was fun to work with a character i am less familiar with, and getting to illustrate him with a red and tearful face helped to come to appreciate lee dabi-kun a little more ପ(๑•̀ुᴗ•̀ु)* ॣ৳৸ᵃᵑᵏ Ꮍ৹੫ᵎ *ॣ thanks again for commissioning me gil-kun !!!

(dialogue vers under the cut)

#tickling #deviled egg #tamabijutsu #mha tickling #bnha tickling #my hero academia tickling #ticklish!dabi #lee!dabi

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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I'm having so much fun interacting with you guys 😭💕

Sentence Starter Drabble Time!

Send me up to 3 MHA characters and up to 2 numbers, and I'll make a short drabble~!

Please specify if you want any ships or platonic.

Only pros and/or villains, please!

"Do you like being tickled?"

"Hey, watch it!"

"Shhh, be quiet~."

"Leave me alone."

"Can you... ummm... ya know?"

"Let's have a tickle fight!"

"The safe word is 'tickle.'"

"Are you okay?"

"Here comes the tickle monster~!"

"Don't tease me!"

"You're gonna regret that."

"You wanna say that again?"

"Your laugh is so cute!"

"Are you ticklish?"

"Can you help me? I'm stuck.."

"Hey, whatcha looking at?"

"If you don't stop being annoying, I'm gonna tickle you."

"I'm not stopping until you're happy again~."

"I'll give you something to laugh about!"

"I haven't heard you say 'stop' yet~."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"Please be gentle~!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"I swear, when I find you, you're dead!"

"C'mon, smile~."

"I know you love this."

"You can tell me, what's up?"

"I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't make me."

"I wanna try something new~."

#mha sentence starters #tickle fic sentence starters #tickle fic #mha tickling #tickle community #tickle prompts #tickle fic prompts

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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

TickleTober Day 28 - Massage

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

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Kirishima

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*grrrrrrlm*

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

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

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

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

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sadie-tucker · 5 days

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The Guy at the Bar

ex!Katsuki Bakugou and ex!Y/N

Hey bestiesss this wonderful amazing soul @onetoomanyfandomfixations wrote a fanfic that I decided to write an SFW version! Sorry this fic took so long omg😭 lowkey copied but it doesn’t last long The NSFW version is over on their blog! (idk their pronouns so I just put they/them)

Warning: cursing and creepy guy

Six full months. Six fucking months since I left him.

I was one drink down for every month.

So I didn’t need to feel so sick when I felt someone’s arms around my waist.

“Hey there, pretty.” everything around him smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.

“No thanks.” you politely decline as you sip your drink. “Why not, sweet cheeks?” the man persisted.

“Don’t call me that.” that was what Katsuki used to call you when you two were dating. “Feisty one, aren’tcha?”

You politely and gently push him off of you and walk back to the bar.

“Hey, bartender.”

“What can I get ya?”

“You know the.. the yummy cocktail with.. y’know the fireball and stuff- and it-”

“It tastes like autumn?” the bartender said with a knowing smirk as he shook the cocktail shaker.

“Yeah, yeah!” As I nod, I feel my head slosh.

Ugh.. am I this drunk?

Arms snake around your waist yet again.

“Hey, beautiful.” his breath felt hot and uncomfortable.

“I- I’ll actually go back to dancing..” I wander over to the dance floor.

As you whisk around, trying to move around people, someone bumps into you, sloshing your drink around, and some getting on the poor guy.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you quickly said and tried to get the drink off of his sleeve.

“Hey watch where you’re walking-” a voice. a voice so familiar it hurts. A voice that you didn’t want to hear in a time like this but at the same time you were longing for it.

“y/n?”

You look away painfully because if you know you do, you’ll fall back into love.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered as he touched your chin gently and moved your face over to face his.

“it really is you.” he says with eyes wide.

rubies.

his eyes were rubies.

not the blood of his enemies that the Bakusquad joked about.

rubies.

beautiful rubies.

you pull away with a pained expression on your face and he’s left there.. with the same.

you couldn’t let him pull you back in.

“did’ya spill your drink, beautiful? ‘s okay~ I’ll buy ya another one. whaddya want? this is whatcha get for being a beauty.” you feel an arm drape over you, the pungent stale cigarette and beer smell never left the creep like cologne or some sort of.. aura around him.

“I already said get off’a me.” you were tired of it and you wanted to leave.

“Aww, but sweet cheeks..” his grip tightened.

Once I felt his grip, my stomach churned.

“um- I’m gonna go home, actually.” you pull away.

“hm~ okay, lead the way, princess.” his arm snakes around your waist

“get off’a her, loser.” you hear a familiar voice say. the same voice that you wanted to hear so bad but at the same time, you hated it.

“nah, you’re jus’ jealous I’m getting som’a this tonight.” the creep replied with a smirk. I feel a wet sensation trailing up my neck that made me cringe.

the blonde pulled him up by the collar as you worked on getting the saliva off of your neck.

“I swear to everyone in this bar, if you touch her one more time, I’ll throw you onto traffic.”

“Katsuki!” you reprimand him like you used to. The blonde grunts and tosses him onto a chair.

A familiar arm drape over your shoulder

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll drive you home. Make sure no more creeps gon’a try’n attack you..” muttered Bakugou

“Katsuki, you really don’t-”

“Nope.” he insisted.

You walks home with him.

As soon as you left the bar, you felt the chilly autumn breeze that still somehow continued through the late hours of the night.

Katsuki held you closer to warm you and himself even though he’ll never admit it.

Once you reach the steps to your house, like clockwork, Katsuki lifts the plant pot and takes the spare key to open the door.

You walk in, kick off your shoes and finally, you walk over to the second warmest thing in your house, your bed.

You plunge into your bed’s soft covers and pull the blanket over you, ready to sleep.

You hear footsteps and a door opening.

You look up, and Katsuki brought you a glass of water and a granola bar.

“You gotta eat before you sleep.” he hands the food and water to me.

“Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I said with a cold voice.

“I fucked up..” Katsuki says

“What did’ya do this time..”

“I hurt someone because I was afraid they would leave me, but we both just ended up getting hurt.”

My breath hitches.

Tears are teasing my eyes, waiting to fall.

Bakugou Katsuki never cries.

Or at least that’s what I thought.

Until I saw little diamonds trickling from rubies.

“I’m so fucking sorry, y/n..” his voice gets caught up in his throat

“It’s okay, Katsuki.. everything will be fine.” you reassured him like you always did.

“I’ve missed you, Kats..” your own diamonds fell from amber eyes.

“Missed you too, teddy bear.” he pulls you into a hug.

Gentle, but strong.

“Y’know what I’ve missed most ‘bout ya?” Katsuki suddenly had a smirk on his face.

“What did you miss most?” you look up at him.

He rolls over and pins you to the bed.

“Your laugh.”

“No, Kats, don’t-”

Your protest gets cut off by fits of laughter bubbling out of you as Bakugou tickles you to no end.

“See? That’s what I fucking missed most.”

bonus:

after the tickling ended…

“Y’know another thing I missed?”

“What?”

“Your pussy.”

“Katsuki!! There’s people here! They just read what happened!” (pointing to reader)

“Oh shit.”

#tickle #lee!y/n #ler!Bakugou Katsuki #ler!Bakugou x lee!reader #ler!Bakugou x lee!y/n #lee!reader #mha fanfic #mha tickle fluff #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha fluff #mha #mha tickling #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #bnha

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