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The Auction - Pre-Finale Coda
In which the author stalls for time.
The Auction Masterlist
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"So, when is the next chapter due?" asked Mx Tech, their vizor looking up from the victim currently writhing under the touches of their devices, affording Awase no respite. "I haven't gotten to go yet."
The seven auction winners stood pretty much side by side, if such a thing could be said for undefined essences, in front of an equal number of metallic contraptions shaped like an X. At the intersection of each was a naked hero, arms from the elbow up fully encased in the padded protrusions of the upper portion of their X, mirroring, for most of them, their situation from the knees down. A monitor above each of the heroes' heads displayed their most sensitive spots and recommended methods of torment.
At the farthest left of the line, Yosetsu Awase endured his tickling with an expression that resembled shock, though his wide-open mouth and the laughter pouring out of it betrayed the hysteria that Mx Tech was successfully extracting. Under their influence, the lower half of the contraption had spawned several insect-like appendages that ran up and down his legs, focusing on his thighs, which would have been hard to bear even if it hadn't been combined with the stimulation unleashed by the upper portion, prodding appendages sharing the coveted space of his armpits and ribs with furiously spinning brushes.
Though leaking from the tongue-like devices applied to his nipples, Awase's manhood was unattended, clear droplets painting a modernist piece on the ground as he twisted uselessly. And he was possibly the least ticklish of the bunch.
Next to him was well-endowed Natsuo Todoroki, his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back as eight of the limbs of the squat shadow that was Mx Berry vibrated into his abs, pits, ribs, and, worst of all, the sides of his chest.
"My dear worryberry, do not fret," remarked Mx Berry without looking up from the white-haired beauty he was in the process of demolishing. "Do you hear Mx Fluff complaining?"
No, Mx Fluff was definitely not complaining. The only whine that could be heard came from the drooling mouth of one Mirio Toogata, claws being slooooowly and liiiightly gliding up and down his trunk-like thighs and deep armpits while the monstrous cat's two tails rubbed against his oversized, painful erection, one from under and between his legs, the other also rubbing against his chest, their bright purple, agonizing fuzz adding to the teasing as his most sensitive spot was being quite literally milked for all it was worth.
"Oh, how I love meaty hunks," chanted the mascotte-like, contorting abomination, their bright colors strongly contrasting with the shadowy nature of many of their associates. "Meaty, meaty. They deserve all the tickles. I want to reward them, oh yes. Do you want your reward? You know what happens after you get it... but if you don't, I'll feel snubbed, and I get really mean when I feel snubbed..."
Their murmured purrs barely registered at all in Mirio's addled brain, overtaken by arousal and the tickling which, while light in terms of intensity, was nonetheless unbearable due to the spots being targeted and the number of them, in addition to how it intermingled with the fire surging between his legs...
"I heard he's writing a gift for a certain worm," claimed Mx Pastry as he squeezed Sen Kaibara's V-line for possibly the thousandth time. The floating brushes stroking his sides, ribs, pits, abs, and feet (through hatches in the lower half of the contraption), Kaibara could almost ignore, but not the ones painting his neck, nipples, and nether regions with oil... though they were almost pleasant compared to those hellish thumbs digging for gold just below his waist. "Mx Mob is probably up to date."
Mx Tech glanced at Mx Mob, who had shapeshifted into a certain explosive blond to thoroughly break down another blond with something to prove. "Not now," hissed Mx Mob as Bakugo's hands scratched at Monoma's inner thighs just before blowing yet another raspberry into the bellybutton of the defeated, humiliated hero, all protests tickled out of him by Mx Mob with sadistic expertise.
"You are broken? Already?" they teased as if they hadn't honed in on the blond's worst spots right away. "Even he lasted longer," lied Mx Mob, referring to their current disguise, "and he's even more ticklish. How ticklish, you ask?"
A hidden hatch in the top half of the restraints whirred open to bare Monoma's palm, which Mx Mob leapt to touch.
"This ticklish," they declared before finally giving the blond's thighs a break... only to savagely attack his ribs, now several times more ticklish as Monoma's Quirk replaced his sensitivity with Bakugo's; and Monoma, who thought he'd hit his ceiling, shrieked once again, and with even more vigor.
"The end is nigh," proclaimed Mx Rake, their long, clawed fingers finding every ticklish nook and cranny of Tsuburaba's and Shinso's stomachs, the former leaner and even more sensitive, the latter less toned and slightly less sensitive; but if the guffawing hero's midriff was more conducive to laughter, the long feet of the slumped, hiccuping hero matched it, with both sets being worked over by Mx Glove's kitty-like appendages.
"Forsooth," confirmed the behemoth from behind the two heroes. "A sequel is also in the works."
As they were often wont to do, the two tall figures shared their spoils, so they could each focus on their favorite spots on two auctionees at once. "Mine old friend, I fear the airy monkey's knees are longing for your attention; after all they are his second Achilles' heel, while his soles are but his third."
"All in good time," reassured Mx Glove as they focused on Tsuburaba's arches and Shinso's heels, relishing in the simultaneous gasp torn out of both, which overlapped with Mirio's choked one; moments later, Lemillion's booming laughter resounded above all others once again as the two tails focused exclusively on extracting every ounce of ticklish agony from his spent cock, the claws also resuming their cruelest motions to make the most of the post-climax sensitivity.
"They are nearly done," chimed Mx Fluff from next to Mirio's ear. "The truth is, even though he really likes our three auctionees, he's stuck, and he doesn't understand why."
"He says he has every intention of finishing those stories, however," said Mx Mob, Monoma's laughter having gone silent. "In the meanwhile... I'm sure these other lovely heroes don't mind waiting with us."
#mha tickle#bnha tickle#tickle content#tickletorture#tickle fic#spicy content#lee!awase#lee!natsuo#lee!kaibara#lee!mirio#lee!monoma#lee!tsuburaba#lee!shinso#lee!shinsou
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Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail) Headcanons
Natsu! Now we wreck Natsu.
This has been in my drafts for a while, but since @lovelymessybubbly mentioned him as both a favorite lee and ler of hers, I thought I'd finally finish it.
Fairy Tail teased me horribly with Natsu being captured and stripped naked by a demon with a sensitivity-enhancing curse... and nothing came of it. That won't do. I don't know when or if I'll wreck him in a fic, especially since DA user indigo-bunny has already written a few incredible stories about him, but I'll at least whet my own appetite with a few headcanons.
There are a couple of characters that I could see being "indirectly" turned on by tickling, and a couple having a tickling kink:
For the "indirect" part, Bakugo probably gets turned on when pushed to and past his limit, and tickling can be one of the reasons (definitely so if Kirishima is around); Deku probably enjoys playing with his partner's body to the point of treating it as a puzzle, and if tickling makes them tick one way or the other, he'd probably enjoy taking on the role of a ler.
For the "direct" part, Kirishima is definitely a switch with his partner, though he also genuinely enjoys non-sexual tickling roughhousing; and you can't tell me that Naruto hasn't eroticized that form of playful contact, so while he's a switch in practice, it's only being a lee that gets him hot under the collar.
Natsu is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum: he gets off to being either a lee or a ler, though he might have a preference for the latter, especially with girls. However, since he's an avatar for the author's blatant foot fetish, I'm going to assume that he also has one, and that said spot is the only one that does it for him, whether his own or someone else's - usually Lucy's or another girl's.
In my mind, his preferences go: tickling a girl > being tickled by a girl > being tickled by a boy > tickling a boy; this not in small part because he gets too competitive around other males, so it's less something he can enjoy directly.
But what are his spots?
Here's my current chart for him:
This is the exact same total as Kaminari, meaning that Natsu is pretty freaking ticklish. We can break it down into 4 tiers:
Giggling (6-7): Just his groin, meaning that yes, it is ticklish too, though less so than pretty much any part of his body that's at all sensitive. Probably entertaining for Lucy.
Laughter (7.5-8.5): Most of his ticklish spots fall in this category, with his chest, V-line, and thighs being slightly more ticklish than his pits, butt, and feet, which are in turn more sensitive than his ribs and sides. His feet are a notable spot because they are an erogenous one, and also happen to be Happy's favorite (though not for that reason). They're also the spot he really doesn't want Gray to touch.
Desperate Laughter (9-10): What spot deserves to be more sensitive than the dragon's underbelly? This may be a constant among 1st-generation dragon slayers, and also happens to be the worst spot of at least one 2nd-generation one (Sting). This is the spot you go after when you want him to surrender (Gray) or to punish him (Lucy).
Superhuman Sensitivity (10.5+): The chink in the already thin belly armor of scales is Natsu's navel. Gray may not know about this spot, Lucy has to be really mad to go after it, and Erza and Happy have absolutely no compunction about tickling him there until he cries.
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I saw this on some Discord channel and oh lord if it isn't devastatingly accurate
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This is one hell of a comeback!! So glad to see you torture Bakugo again. Loved the way power moved between these two ^.^
blurred lines, sharp twine [bakugou/deku, 5.6k, nsfw]
okay. so I haven't written a fic in over 5 years!! can y'all believe that? i used to be so active on this blog, pumping out fics day and night, but life got busy and before I knew it over 5 years have passed omg.
of course my first fic back would be something like this lol. this was written for @wreckingtickles who shares my undying love for bakugou getting absolutely destroyed. they prompted me with a fic featuring bakugou's stirrup leggings and that kinda spiraled into this huge monster of a fic.
please enjoy 8)
(also i made an ao3 to cross-post my tickle fics on!)
warnings: nsfw, feet, intense tickling, bondage, veryyyy slight dub-con, minors DNI.
Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but he definitely doesn’t really try to hide the fact that he’s a little on the strange side. He knows he’s a gigantic nerd (he’s thoroughly reminded of that fact by Bakugou everyday), he knows he’s a little awkward, and he knows he’s maybe even a little bit of a freak. But, through the years of trauma, war, violence, and near-death, he’s come to accept that life is much too short to deny who you are.
Moving in with Bakugou after graduation was something Izuku didn’t even have to think about. Bakugou set up a few apartment viewings, and it went completely unsaid that the smartest decision for both of them would be to stick together. Roommates equaled cheaper rent, and since they both were working under the same agency it was easy to align their schedules. Normally they patrol together (the Wonder Due didn’t get its name for nothing), but occasionally - especially lately - Bakugou has been picking up more shifts than usual.
Izuku can’t help but notice how tired Bakugou has been lately, especially tonight, coming home from his 9th day in a row of patrol. The door closes softly behind him - he must think Izuku’s asleep already as it’s around two in the morning, and Izuku turns slightly from his position curled up on the couch to watch Bakugou toe his boots off. He’s already changed out of his hero uniform, clad in only his leggings and a soft, worn looking hoodie that Izuku’s pretty sure belongs to him.
Bakugou leans his head against the wall in the foyer for a brief moment, sighing deeply, and Izuku’s heart aches at the noise.
“Late night?” Izuku asks, closing his book and setting it on the coffee table.
Bakugou jumps. “Jesus - shit, you scared the fuck outta me.”
“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs, a slight smile on his face.
“The fuck are you still doing up?” Bakugou grumbles, finally making his way over to sprawl on the opposite end of the couch, sinking into the cushions with a grunt.
Izuku shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Which, technically isn’t a lie, but. Still. Even when he lays in his bed at night during one of Bakugou’s shifts that he’s not partnered on, he finds himself teetering between sleep and wakefulness as he listens carefully for the front door to open and shut, signaling Bakugou has gotten home safe for the night. Codependency wasn’t something Izuku was planning on adopting after the war, but his heart just can’t seem to relax if he doesn’t know that Bakugou is home and safe. Breathing. Alive.
Normally it’s fine, but since Bakugou has been working himself to death the past few weeks, Izuku’s own sleep schedule has taken a toll.
Bakugou doesn’t look bloodied or bruised now, though, which is a good sign.
“I thought your shift ended at midnight?” Izuku asks, his eyes unconsciously skimming over Bakugou’s exhausted body as he slumps further down into the cushions. He folds his arms over his chest, burrowing into the oversized borrowed hoodie, and Izuku smiles because Bakugou is so loud and brash, but right now, here and safe at home, he allows himself to be soft with Izuku.
“It was supposed to,” Bakugou grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. “One of the interns got caught up in a stupid bank robbery and ended up with a fuckin’ concussion, so I stayed late to help finish up some of his paperwork.”
“That’s sweet of you, Kacchan,” Izuku teases, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his legs out to rest in Izuku’s lap.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou says, voice tense with exhaustion, “I’m a fuckin’ saint.”
Izuku let’s his hands fall onto Bakugou’s ankles, rubbing gently with his thumbs, and he swallows heavily as his eyes trail down Bakugou’s body, the black leggings hugging his muscles tightly, all the way down to the thin straps holding the stirrups along the arches of his feet.
Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but shit, that’s another thing about moving in with Bakugou after graduation. Getting to see all of these new and exciting sides of him; tense and angry and bloody after a fight, soft and exhausted after a long boring shift, sleepy and comfortable on his day off.
But the damn stirrup leggings have Izuku trying desperately hard not to act up.
“Do you - uh, want a foot rub or something?” Izuku blurts out, his thumb pressing into the bone of Bakugou’s ankle.
Bakugou’s eyes narrow, and Izuku offers a small nervous smile, trying not to seem as if he’s too interested. He just wants to help his friend relax, okay? Nothing weird about that. It’s not like they haven’t massaged each other before after a long day of hero work. Bakugou’s great with his hands, and Izuku’s arms and shoulders get knotted up so tightly after hours of using his quirk.
Bakugou still has smudges of dark eyeliner around his eyes since he hasn’t washed his face yet since patrol, and it makes his gaze piercing in the low light of the living room. He’s quiet for a moment, contemplative, before shrugging eventually and folding his arms across his chest.
“Fuck it, I ain’t gonna say no to a free foot massage,” He shrugs, “Lemme take these stupid fuckin’ leggings off first - ”
“No!” Izuku blurts out, and he chuckles awkwardly as his grip tightens on Bakugou’s ankles. “I mean - um. You don’t have to, it’s fine.”
This time, Bakugou looks… curious, which is the only way Izuku can describe his gaze. He bites his lip a bit as he thinks, and when he wiggles his toes a bit, Izuku feels warmth pooling low in his belly. Bakugou’s feet are surprisingly slender, his arch defined beautifully, ideal for someone who has to be quick on their feet. His toes are slightly pink, as are the soles of his feet, and they look soft from being in his boots all day. Izuku swallows thickly, but god, he just wants to touch.
Is he into feet? Who knows, maybe, he honestly hasn’t thought too much about it until recently. Maybe he’s just into Bakugou’s feet? When Bakugou wiggles his toes again, Izuku finally glances up and catches his gaze.
“Well? What’re you waitin’ for,” Bakugou says, his voice softer than it’s been all night.
Izuku’s hands are large, tan, and calloused - a stark contrast against Bakugou’s pale skin, and at the fist press of his thumbs into the arch, Bakugou exhales quickly through his nose, body sinking further into the couch.
It’s a little difficult to massage his feet with the strap from his stirrups hugging his arches, but at this moment in time Izuku would rather die than ask Bakugou to take them off. He moves over to just one foot, pressing both thumbs into the heel of his foot, and he slowly works his way up, calluses catching onto the legging strap as he moves upwards.
“Did the bank robber get caught?” Izuku asks, hands firm but delicate, watching as Bakugou’s toes twitch when he digs in beneath them.
“What?” Bakugou replies, blinking his eyes open where they’ve fallen shut. “The - oh, shit. Yeah. Sero was actually patrolling nearby so he got him while I took the dumbass intern to medical.”
“Don’t be so mean,” Izuku chuckles, “We were dumbass interns once, too.”
“Interns, yes. Dumbass? No,” Bakugou shoots back, but then he smirks. “Well, I wasn’t a dumbass. Can’t say the same about you, nerd.”
Izuku rolls his eyes, and he can’t help it when his touch softens, hooking a finger underneath the stirrup strap to graze his nail along the delicate arch.
The reaction is instant - Bakugou inhales sharply and twitches, looking ready to pull his leg back, but Izuku holds onto the strap, preventing him from moving away.
“Deku,” Bakugou growls, and to everyone else on this planet, the expression on his face would scream angry, sharp, intimidating.
But Izuku’s known him since they were kids. Izuku can read him like a damn book, and right now underneath that glare, Bakugou looks nervous.
Izuku keeps his touch soft, one finger hooked into the stirrup strap, while his other hand grazes right beneath the blonde’s toes. His foot twitches again, his toes curling up tightly, and the only word that comes to Izuku’s mind is cute. His feet are cute, and apparently sensitive, and Izuku has no idea what monster has taken over his brain but all he wants to do right now is see Bakugou squirm.
He might be dipping into dangerous territory, but ever since they moved in together, Bakugou’s been much more open to physical touch. It almost feels like a game they’ve been playing, dancing around each other but never going to a place they can’t return from. They’ve fallen asleep cuddling on the couch. They’ve spent quiet days off with Izuku’s head in Bakugou’s lap, the blonde idly playing with his hair while they watch old reruns of All Might movies together. They’ve even spent a few nights together in bed, holding each other close when the nightmares creep up every few weeks.
But this? This might be a place they can’t return from. Izuku’s not sure what Bakugou’s feeling right now, but the lines are so incredibly blurred in this moment, and Bakugou’s cheeks are steadily turning pink, and Izuku knows he could pull away if he really, really tried.
But he’s not. He’s staying put, fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch, eyeing Izuku warily.
“You know,” Izuku says idly, moving one hand to grip Bakugou’s ankle, the other hand trailing his fingers up and down, up and down, so soft it’s barely there. “You used to be so mean when we were kids, holding me down and tickling me until I cried.”
At the word - tickling - Bakugou audibly swallows. “Not my fault you were so damn ticklish, idiot.”
“I could never really get you back because you were so much stronger than me,” Izuku muses.
“It wouldn’t have mattered anyways, I’m not fuckin’ ticklish,” Bakugou replies. His voice sounds sure and steady, but his eyes keep flickering down to where Izuku is still stroking up and down his sole. He’s tense, and Izuku can feel it - Bakugou’s trying so hard not to move, not to give himself away.
Izuku laughs quietly to himself. Of course Bakugou would see this as a challenge to himself.
“Of course you’re not ticklish, Kacchan,” Izuku says, “Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, it might actually come true.”
“It is true, you little shit - ah!”
He squeaks, his breath hitching, when Izuku flutters his fingers under his toes again. His other leg, the one Izuku isn’t holding by the ankle, jerks back, and Izuku thinks no, we can’t have that now, before tendrils of black whip shoot out, pulling his other leg back and twisting around the ankle.
“Okay, now that’s completely fuckin’ unfair,” Bakugou grunts, trying to sound unaffected, but this time Izuku can hear the shake in his voice. “The hell are you tryin’ do here, Deku?”
“Nothing,” Izuku says, a few more tendrils of black whip emerging to wrap around his other ankle so both of Izuku’s hands are free now.
“You call this nothing?” Bakugou tugs at his feet a bit, and black whip tightens to keep him in place.
Izuku ignores him. “I thought you weren’t ticklish?”
Bakugou frowns. “I’m not.”
“Then this is nothing,” Izuku teases, finally wiggling his fingers in earnest over both of Bakugou’s feet, now bound in his lap for him to do with as he pleases. The thought has his stomach flipping, molten lava settling low in his gut, and he can’t help his dick twitching in interest.
Bakugou’s reaction is beautiful, finally a small huff of laughter escaping him as he wiggles his feet as much as he can with black whip holding his ankles down. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and they keep alternating from clutching at the cushion beneath him to hovering in the air as if he’s fighting his instinct of reaching down and showing Izuku away. His eyes are averting, as if the thought of watching Izuku tickle him is too much, and oh, he’s so cute.
Izuku’s feeling a little nice at the moment, but Bakugou’s fighting his laughter, and Izuku wants to hear him, so he moves his fingers up, scratching underneath his toes. Bakugou does laugh this time, covering his mouth with one hand in surprise as the sound escapes him. His toes curl, trying to block Izuku’s fingers, and a few more tendrils of black whip slither out and wrap around each of his toes, effectively prying them back so Izuku’s fingers can burrow into the soft, sensitive flesh there.
“Wait - no, Deku - ah, ahah.” His laughter is light and staccato, little gasps in between his growls as he covers his mouth with both hands now, muffling himself as his eyes squint in mirth. Once again, he could get Izuku to stop if he really wanted to, but besides the tugging and squirming of his bound feet, he’s not doing much else to get away.
That thought intrigues Izuku, and his confidence grows as he scratches in between his toes, pulled back and vulnerable thanks to black whip.
“I always thought your feet might be sensitive, you know, with how much you sweat and stuff,” Izuku muses, gears turning in his head as he makes mental notes on where Bakugou seems to react the most to. Underneath his toes seems much more ticklish than between them, but the arch of his sole seems equally as sensitive, especially when he pulls back one of the stirrup straps and rakes all five fingers up and down.
Bakugou gasps. “Y-you’re a d-dick,” he growls, but the words melt into laughter as Izuku does the same thing to his other foot before letting the strap go with a snap.
He gives Bakugou a moment to breathe, and the blonde finally lowers his hands from his mouth. His face is extremely flushed now, and he’s looking at Izuku with a mix of murderous intent and… want?
“Still not ticklish?” Izuku murmurs, rubbing his palms over Bakugou’s soles. The blonde twitches again, tensing, before relaxing when Izuku just rubs firmly, soothing.
“Once again - you’re a dick,” he grumbles.
“And you’re ticklish,” Izuku teases back, scratching his nails up the sides of Bakugou’s feet this time before making their way back to the soft, pink skin right beneath his toes.
“Don’t - Deku, st-stop! It f-fuckin’ - ”
“It what?” Izuku’s feeling mean now, and having Bakugou squirming because of him has his dick hardening more in his sweats. “It tickles?”
“I - I c-can’t - ahahaha!”
“You’re so strong, you can take it, can’t you?” And oh, Izuku’s playing dirty, because there’s nothing Bakugou hates than being told he can’t do something, and if he admits he can’t take the tickling, it’d be the same as admitting defeat, and Bakugou Katsuki is not someone who’s ever been defeated.
Although, Izuku thinks, watching as Bakugou covers his mouth again and squeezes his eyes shut, tickling might just be the key to finally defeating this man.
Izuku doesn’t like how muffled he sounds, though, so he uses more of black whip to sneakily slide up and twist around Bakugou’s wrists, tugging them away from his face. A few tendrils slip up his arms and slide underneath the sleeves of his hoodie, and Bakugou’s expression turns to panic.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” He hisses, but his lips are still twitching on a smile which ruins the intimidation of it. “This is an awful fuckin’ use of your quirk - ”
“So was last week, with yours,” Izuku interrupts, “when you were too lazy to microwave the popcorn and tried to just explode it instead.” Izuku laughs, remembering how long it took them to fish out all of the popcorn kernels from every single crevice in the living room.
“At least that was for a good reason!” Bakugou protests, squirming when the tendrils of black whip slip higher into his sleeves, nearly grazing his underarms now. His breathing is short, body tensed and mouth turned down in a pout.
“You’re saying this isn’t a good reason?”
“What, so fuckin’ torturing me is a good reason to abuse your quirk?”
“It’s torture?” Izuku murmurs. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.”
If Bakugou’s face could get any pinker, it would, and he bites his lip hard when Izuku wiggles black whip into the hollows of his underarms, keeping it light and feathery. Bakugou can’t hold out for long, though, and soon he’s gasping on a laugh and wriggling as much as he can in the hold Izuku has him in.
This time though, Izuku fails to notice Bakugou’s feet squirming aggressively, and Izuku freezes and gasps when the blonde’s bound feet nudge against the very obvious hard-on in his sweats.
Izuku swallows, his hands darting down to grab a hold of Bakugou’s feet. His toes are still tied back with black whip, and Izuku resists the urge to brush his fingers along the skin because something is unraveling inside of him and having Bakugou like this is quickly becoming addicting. Instead, he ducks his head, words escaping him as he opens his mouth but not coming up with anything to say.
A few seconds pass, Izuku preparing himself mentally for an explosion to blast him away or for disgusted yelling and screaming to occur. He’s already mentally drafting the text to Todoroki to ask if he can move in with him when Bakugou inevitably kicks him out once he’s freed.
A beat passes. One. Two. The silence is deafening, and Izuku finally manages to raise his eyes up to glance at Bakugou, surprised at the curious expression painted there. Bakugou nudges his heels gently against Izuku’s dick again, and Izuku hisses and bites his lip, apologies already spilling from his mouth,
“I’m s-sorry, shit, um - ”
“I should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be into something weird like this,” Bakugou says lowly, tilting his head a bit, almost like a cat analyzing it’s prey. “You’re a little freak, ain’t ya?”
The words should be harsh and piercing, but Bakugou sounds like he’s…. teasing him. And not in the mean, bullying way that Izuku was expecting. Their eyes meet, and Izuku sees a small hint of a smirk when Bakugou presses his heels in harder, wiggling against Izuku’s clothed cock as much as he can in his restraints.
“Kacchan - ah,” Izuku sighs, cheeks burning. “What’re you - ”
“What is it you like about it, huh?” Bakugou asks, his voice low.
Izuku’s head feels like it’s going to explode. “I don’t… I don’t know? I didn’t even - I mean… I like….”
Bakugou raises an eyebrow. His arms are still held tightly with black whip, the tendrils under his arms twitch when Izuku stutters, making Bakugou squeak quietly and jerk in his hold. That has Izuku’s eyes darkening again, and Bakugou still hasn’t blasted him away. If anything he’s egging him on, and Izuku’s mind races with what this might mean.
“I like… you,” Izuku starts off slowly.
“Me?” Bakugou questions, and if Izuku isn’t mistaken, there’s a twinge of something akin to hope in his voice.
“Yeah, you,” Izuku breathes, all rational thoughts thrown to the wayside now. “But I also like… having you, like this,” Izuku plays with the stirrup straps on Bakugou’s soles, fiddling with the fabric, breathing hard when Bakugou squirms each time his fingers graze the skin. “I like feeling you squirm. Hearing you laugh. Having you all… y’know, vulnerable for me?”
As he speaks, a few more tendrils of black whip slip under the front hem of Bakugou’s hoodie, slithering up and tapping away at his ribs. That has Bakugou giggling again, and god, Izuku loves his laugh. This is different from his normal laugh, it’s softer and hiccupy and the sound sends white-hot heat straight to his dick. Shit, could he come from this? Just from having Bakugou squirming and laughing and bound up like a perfect little present?
“Jesus - Izuku,” Bakugou laughs, rubbing his thighs together, and Izuku’s eyes widen when he sees a bulge in his leggings, now visible from where his hoodie has ridden up.
Izuku’s brain short-circuits then, and he’s now laser focused on the other boy, fingers moving almost mindlessly as they go back to scratching beneath sensitive toes. Izuku keeps his eyes on Bakugou’s face, his expressions, every twitch of his brow, and the blonde chokes on a laugh and ducks his head, trying to hide his face since Izuku has his arms pulled aside.
“What do you like about it?” Izuku asks, growing bolder the more Bakugou squirms.
“Fuck, oh my g-god, I d-dont - !”
Izuku moves finally, and though he keeps Bakugou bound with his quirk, he crawls up until he’s seated, straddling Bakugou’s thighs where they’re squeezed together, and now Izuku’s just a nudge away from Bakugou’s own obvious arousal.
“You don’t like it?” Izuku says, and this time, he withdraws black whip from underneath Bakugou’s hoodie, instead sliding his own hands beneath the fabric to touch bare skin. His hands are warm and large, fingers curling gently over Bakugou’s deliciously tapered waist, and though he doesn’t do anything yet, Bakugou’s shifting and squirming beneath him already.
Bakugou’s eyes meet Izuku’s finally, and when Izuku flicks his gaze down to Bakugou’s cock, hard as a rock in his leggings, Bakugou groans and ducks his head again.
“It’s not - I don’t know!” Bakugou breathes out, frustration clear in his voice. “You’re just - fuck, it’s weird.”
“It’s not that weird, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, and Bakugou tugs helplessly at his arms again. Izuku hums, pulling his arms with black whip until his wrists are crossed, and then slowly - absolutely mean - he lifts Bakugou’s arms up and back until his elbows are bent, bound hands pulled behind his head and forcing Bakugou to lean back more into the arm of the couch. Izuku slides further up, straddling Bakugou’s thighs until their clothed cocks finally brush, and Bakugou breathes out a shaky noise.
“It’s okay,” Izuku breathes.
“Let me go,” Bakugou grumbles, but his eyes are averted, blush high on his cheeks, teeth gnawing at his lower lip nervously. And wow, having Bakugou nervous, beneath him where Izuku can feel the heat radiating off of his body, has Izuku grinding forward, rubbing their dicks together firmly.
Bakugou instinctively tries to buck his hips up, but with the way he’s bound up, he can’t get too much leverage. Once again, he’s still not blasting Izuku off into the sun with his own quirk, so Izuku drums his fingers against Bakugou’s bare sides, drawing little circles with his thumbs right beneath his ribs.
“Ah - ” Bakugou hiccups on another strained giggle, and Izuku grins at him sharply.
“What do you like about it?” Izuku repeats, tickling oh-so-gently, because now that he has his hands touching him, he can’t stop. He can feel every hitch of breath, can feel his body tremble with restrained laughter, and there’s definitely no going back from here.
When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Izuku creeps his hands higher, towards the upper part of his ribs. His hoodie is bunched up completely now, and although Izuku would love to remove the damn piece of clothing, he’s scared if he lets Bakugou go now, this electric bubble they’re both in will pop and Izuku will have missed his chance completely.
He grinds against Bakugou again, while at the same time finally digging into his ribs, and the explosive laughter that Bakugou lets out has Izuku groaning out loud.
“Okay - okahahay! Fuck!” Bakugou yelps, taking a breath when Izuku’s fingers finally pause. “I - fuck, I don’t know. I like… how it feels, not being… not being able to move or some shit, I guess.”
Bakugou looks like he’d rather die than tell Izuku all of this, but Izuku’s already gotten this far, and there’s nothing that would ever make him stop now. The blurred line is now vanished completely, and Izuku murmurs quietly,
“You like being tied up, Kacchan?”
Bakugou frowns, glaring at him, but doesn’t respond.
Izuku continues, smirking. “You like being tied up by me?”
Bakugou squirms a bit, staying defiantly silent.
“You like being tickled like this? Helpless, vulnerable, letting me do whatever I want to you while you can’t do anything to stop it?” Izuku has no idea where this filthy mouth of his came from, but he takes this newfound confidence and harnesses it, slipping a hand down to cup Bakugou through his leggings and squeeze.
“Nn - fuck,” Bakugou pants. “No, you asshole, I don’t like being tickled - ”
“I disagree,” Izuku says, and this time when he pinches at Bakugou’s ribs, he can feel Bakugou’s cock jump beneath his hand as the blonde gasps out a laugh. “I actually think you really like it.”
“Just - when it’s you,” Bakugou finally gasps out, giggling softly as Izuku crawls his hand higher. His words give Izuku pause, Izuku’s heart beating rapidly in his chest because oh. Okay. Just when it’s him? Because it’s him?
Oh.
“Kacchan,” Izuku breathes, a magnetic pull tugging at his chest until he’s ducking down and kissing the laughter right out of Bakugou’s mouth. The blonde moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper, and Izuku happily licks into his mouth, chasing the feeling of god, fuck, finally.
Bakugou jerks his head to the side though when Izuku’s hand creeps higher, fluttering dangerous fingers into his underarm, and he yelps on a laugh, squirming and bucking up into Izuku’s other hand still kneading at his dick.
“Oh my god,” Bakugou giggles, shaking his head back and forth, and Izuku takes a moment to duck lower and kiss his neck, licking up beneath his jaw, biting gently right under his ear. That has Bakugou squeaking again, and Izuku moans as he feels the blonde tremble against him.
“God, you’re so cute,” Izuku moans in disbelief. “How can you be so hot and cute at the same time?”
“Y-you should be - ah, ahaha - asking yourself th-that - fuck, Izuku, I cahahan’t!”
Izuku stops tickling him for a moment and grins. “You think I’m hot and cute?”
“Not right now, while you’re ti - ,” Bakugou cuts himself off with an embarrassed grunt, not even able to say the actual word, and Izuku takes note of that happily, “Also, fuck you, I’m not cute.”
Izuku doesn’t respond right away, instead opting for shoving Bakugou’s leggings down so they’re bunched around his thighs, freeing his dick, before settling back up where he was seated before. He pulls his own cock out of his sweats, and when he wraps a large, calloused hand around them both and strokes, squeezing perfectly tight, Bakugou throws his head back and moans.
Tendrils of black whip slide down his legs where his feet are still tightly held in place, and as they flutter and scratch beneath his toes more intensely this time, Bakugou actually lets out a small sob, his eyes tearing up as he simultaneously tries to tug at his legs while also squirming up into Izuku’s hand on their cocks.
“You’re feet are so sensitive,” Izuku muses, his pupils so dark his eyes look black, and although Bakugou can’t really kiss him back while he’s laughing, that doesn’t stop Izuku from swallowing up every little noise he makes, lips spit-slick and panting against Bakugou’s mouth.
“Izu - Izuku, plehehease - ah, fuck, fuck,” He sounds like something straight out of one of Izuku’s wet dreams, and Izuku leans back again to stare at his face. Bakugou’s eyes are screwed up now, tears leaking out from the corners, and Izuku coos at him.
“Baby,” he says sweetly, “Is it too much?”
“Y-yes, I can’t - Izuku please.”
“I think you’re stronger than that. It’s just tickling,” Izuku teases. Bakugou’s cock is leaking, and it’s making the slide of Izuku’s hand on them both so, so good. Izuku brings out some more tendrils of black whip, sliding them right back underneath Bakugou’s hoodie to return to the warmth of his underarms, and Bakugou screams.
“It’s so - ahhaha, it’s t-too much,” Bakugou whines, his breathless giggling mixed with moans that sound as if they’re being punched out of him, and his body is strung tight, so tight Izuku can feel how close he is to breaking.
There’s something so incredibly sweet about taking Bakugou completely apart like this. Izuku pants and grinds into his own hand, squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock against the blonde’s, and while black whip continues tormenting Bakugou’s poor feet and underarms, Izuku’s own free hand comes up to grip Bakugou by the chin, forcing him to look at him, eyes blurry through his tears.
“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his lips just a breath away from Bakugou’s, feeling the warm desperate noises coming out of the boy’s mouth.
Izuku swipes his thumb over the head of Bakugou’s cock, his own arousal forgotten as he slips down to squeeze at the base tightly, preventing the blonde from actually coming. Bakugou makes a guttural, desperate noise, and Izuku’s grip tightens on his face, keeping him there, watching him.
Izuku’s quirk is nearly everywhere by now, black whip slithering beneath the leggings to stroke behind his knees, a few more tendrils brushing and tickling at his neck, and even more settled beneath his hoodie, prodding and digging and relentless. The fight has completely left Bakugou finally, and he’s slumped against the arm of the couch, body shaking and fighting the plethora of sensations that are overwhelming him.
“Hey,” Izuku laughs a bit, “Baby, c’mon. Tell me how it feels.”
It almost feels evil, watching as Bakugou tries to speak, to come with something, anything to get Izuku to - what, to stop tickling him? To keep tickling him? To stroke his dick again until he comes all over himself? Bakugou’s brain is mush, and Izuku revels in the desperation painted on the boy’s blushing face.
“It - fuck, it f-feels like torture,” Bakugou manages to gasp out, but he bucks his hip up when he feels black whip dig into the ticklish dip of his hip.
“You like being tortured, it seems,” Izuku points out as Bakugou’s cock leaks another bead of precome, so red and hard it’s nearly purple.
“No - ” Bakugou hiccups on his laughter, eyes widening when Izuku raises a brow,, “I mean - fine, shihihit - yes, yes, I like it, god fucking d-damnit Izuku!”
“Shh,” Izuku soothes, but he doesn’t release his hold at the base of Bakugou’s cock.
“Please,” Bakugou whines, and Izuku nearly comes when he realizes he has Bakugou exactly where he wants him.
“Please what?” Izuku releases Bakugou’s chin and his hand slips under the hoodie, pinching right at Bakugou’s top rib, a place Izuku’s learned makes him absolutely lose it.
“Pl-please let me - ah, ahaha fuhuhuck - please let me c-come!” Bakugou’s crying in earnest now, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the crook of Izuku’s neck, and Izuku’s heart leaps when the blonde bites down on Izuku’s shirt, trying to muffle his noises in the fabric.
It’s adorable, and Izuku sighs happily. “Of course, Kacchan.”
He grabs ahold of both of their cocks again, this time stroking in earnest, fast and quick. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps of his hand before Bakugou is crying out against Izuku’s neck, writhing beneath him as he comes, and Izuku keeps tickling him through it. The sensation is electric, Bakugou’s body fighting to distinguish between pleasure and torment, and Izuku groans loudly as he uses Bakugou’s come to stroke his own cock.
“St-stop,” Bakugou giggles, completely breathless, “Too - too f-fucking much - please - ”
Izuku ducks back down to kiss the sweet helpless laughter right out of his mouth, finally coming, his own come mixing with Bakugou’s between them. Izuku heaves a deep breath, slumping against Bakugou as black whip finally retracts, disappearing back into his body and releasing the blonde from their clutches.
It’s quiet for a moment, Bakugou’s arms having fallen limp at his sides, head still buried in Izuku’s neck as he catches his breath. When he shifts, flexing his legs a little, Izuku leans back, sitting up and brushing Bakugou’s hair back from his sweaty forehead.
“Holy fuck,” Bakugou manages, blinking leftover tears from his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ evil, you know that?”
Izuku giggles nervously, still riding the high of whatever the hell just happened between them. Bakugou finally lifts his arms, wrapping them around Izuku’s waist loosely, and Izuku’s heart flutters when Bakugou leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth.
“You liked it,” Izuku says, turning to kiss him properly, now able to happily lick into the warmth without Bakugou’s laughter hindering him.
“Fuck off,” Bakugou murmurs into his mouth. “So what if I did, huh?”
Izuku just hums, because that blurred line being gone means that now he can kiss Bakugou whenever he wants, and that thought has him grinning widely and winding his arms around Bakugou’s neck.
“Ew, no, don’t get your nasty jizz-hands in my hair!” Bakugou protests, and Izuku laughs out loud, pulling his arms back quickly.
“Shit - sorry, sorry! We should probably get cleaned up, huh? Your hoodie is covered in come.”
“Good thing it’s not my hoodie, then,” Bakugou smirks. His cheeks are still flushed, and Izuku rolls his eyes as he takes his come-covered hand and smacks it right into Bakugou’s cheek before darting off of him and running away like his life depends on it.
Bakugou shrieks and scrambles to chase after him, and Izuku’s laughter echoes happily through their apartment.
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Since I've been inactive for a while, and have made no progress on the multiple stories I've started, I'll just dump my 3 top spots for each MHA character from the Auction series, just to pretend I'm still of some use. I actually have charts for each of them, but since I'm still unsure about two characters spots and totals, I won't post them.
The rating goes 1-10, with 4 and below meaning "no reaction at all" and 10 being "strongest possible reaction for a normal person".
Bakugo: Bakugo's top spot is his ribs (10)... until he sweats, in which case, his feet go from a 9 to an 11, meaning he gets superhumanly ticklish! His pits are his third worst spot, scoring an 8 when "dry" and a 9.5 when sweaty. Oh, also, normally the best method to work his ribs is to dig in, but when he gets sweaty, scratching is just as bad. His total when "dry" is 68.5, making him the least ticklish of the bunch (he just has a few bad spots)... but also the most ticklish when he sweats, clocking in at a friggin' 84. This guy was made to be broken. Special spot: His palms are also kinda sensitive (5.5), or pretty sensitive when he sweats (7.5).
Inasa: Inasa's top 3 spots are tied at an 8.5: his chest, pits, and big toes. But honestly, I keep going back and forth on them, because, naturally, his thighs (8) also deserve an honorable mention. But squishy pecs command respect, and I like the idea of him having ticklish big toes, as in the How to Stop a Quirk series. As for his pits, well, he's a big guy, it's obvious. Overall, at a 74, he's one of the least ticklish of the bunch. Special spot: His back (6.5).
Kaminari: Now, I made a mistake with Kaminari's story, and I think I'll actually go back and change it: he's sensitive for sure, and definitely a major drama queen, but none of his spots should have been a 10 - he's just dramatic like that. It just feels like Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki all should have at least one spot that's more ticklish than his worst. Anyway, his abs and the back of his knees are tied for worst spot at a 9. We also have a tie for his third worst spots, the contenders being his sides, thighs, and his, uh... johnson. As for his total, the fact that he's so ticklish on the back of his knees (Special Spot) increases his total by +5, making him one of the most ticklish of the bunch at an 82.
Kirishima: Obviously, his death spot is his armpits (9.5), it's not even a contest. As much as he enjoys being tickled, it's just too much to take there. Second worst is his ribs (9), followed by his thighs (8.5). Like Inasa's, his back (Special Spot) is also sorta ticklish. His total is 78. Uh, kind of weird I've got so little to say about my 2nd favorite lee.
Midoriya: At an 83.5, this guy is just narrowly edged out by Bakugo at his worst. It wasn't even intentional, it's how the numbers worked out. Tumblr has convinced me he's most ticklish on his hips (10), followed by his pits and feet (9). Also, definitely the most feather-sensitive of the bunch (Bakugo is the least). Special Spot: This guy has no special spot because he's just ticklish everywhere, so he's got a +1 from his ears, neck, back of the knees, and back.
Ojiro: Overall, the least ticklish of the group, at a 71. His most ticklish spot is his butt (8.5), all the way to the base of his tail (but not just). Second worst spot is his abs (8). His V-line, pits, and chest are tied for third place (7.5).
Shindo: Deceptively sensitive, it's just that his Quirk has made him immune to certain forms of tickling. His nipples and bellybutton (Special Spot) are tied for first spot (9), and they are the exception to the rule because you need vibrations to make them sensitive. His V-line and johnson are tied for third place (8.5). His total, when vibrations are accounted for, is 74.5.
Todoroki: The numbers lie here, because Todoroki has 3 spots that are a 9+. His right side is generally more sensitive than the left, with a couple of exceptions. Averaged, his total is a mere 72.75, but his hot spots - pardon the pun - are truly hot: his left foot is a 10, his right side is a 9.5, and his left armpit is a 9. Any of these getting tickled will have him crying, as he's not used to the sensation at all.
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Hello there! If you have time, please consider writing a fanfiction about bakugou getting gang tickled by class 1B and perhaps 1A as well (but only with the males) I feel like bakugou deserve being gang tickled, and will definitely be overwhelmed with it hehehe
Have a nice day!!!! (P.S. please no foot tickles hehe)
Like I said in a different ask, I already have as few stories planned that I need to get out, so it will be a while before I'm able to write it.
That said, if I did write it, I wouldn't honor the last request. I see feet as one of bakugo's worst spots and it would be a bunch of people reaching for any spot they can. Sorry!
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I just read your bakugou overdue class apologies and it was briliant! If possible, would you mind doing part 1.5, headcanons that explaining more detail about when shoji & deku is tickling bakugou? I feel like that part is very brief, but it can actually be very interesting, so if possible, please write more detail about it hehehe! Thank you so much in advance!
Hey! I like the idea, but I've already fallen behind with other stories I promised, so it might be a while before I get around to it, sorry!
If anyone else was inspired by it and wanted to write about it, they have my blessing lol
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Hi, do u write for other fandoms? I thought I saw you that mention Naruto? Hope ur doing good.
Hi! I write about whatever strikes my fancy to be honest, though I've been lacking in the inspiration department of late. That said, I did used to write about Naruto, he was my favorite lee at one point! I don't think I'll write astory about him, but I'd be happy to talk about him as a lee.
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Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-B Apologies (SFW)
A short sequel of this drabble.
When Shoji and Deku finally give Bakugo a breather, he just. Conks out.
They let him rest. Shoji's satisfied, and besides, he looks kind of angelic when he's not talking. Or yelling. Or awake.
But if Bakugo thought his nightmare was over...
Because Kirishima hasn't received his apology yet. And who does he call to help him cash it, if not his good friend from 1-B Tetsutetsu.
Yes, Class 1-B is now a part of this as well.
Bakugo wakes up in pretty much the same predicament as before, with the two knuckleheads at either side of him.
They pretend they're praising his growth and muscle definition, but really, they're just tickling the shit out of his upperbody: pecs, abs, other muscles that give them an excuse to just make Bakugo lose his mind first thing in the morning.
They both reflexively target their own worst spots first: Kiri goes for his armpits and Tetsu for his chest.
Anyone other than Bakugo would find it comical how they sometimes reach for the same spot at the same time, getting in each other's way.
Instead of doing top-bottom half like the others, Kiri takes the left side and Tetsu the right, so at one point they're both digging into Bakugo's pits and ribcage at the same time.
Yeah, he loses his mind.
If the night's rest regenerated his stubborness, he's quickly breaking again.
Naturally he apologizes, but Kiri doesn't really care, he's just giving his bro a workout.
That may be why he breaks out his Quirk and his claws on Bakugo's armpits are just torture.
And Tetsu lets him take care of that spot while he works the rest of Bakugo's upperbody over.
If anyone thought Kirishima would be nice to him... no, he's really enjoying pushing him to his limit, making it an "extended training session".
They only stop when it's clear that Bakugo's stamina has been depleted. But this is far from over.
Kirishima actually prevents anyone from entering the room to give Baku a breather.
When he resumes cursing at everyone (he really doesn't know what's best for him), Kiri lets the next batch in.
It's a friggin' trio: Tsuburaba, Kaibara, and Shinsou.
Now, Shinso may have brainwashed the former two, but I don't think he needed to.
And they come in with a plan, for they have consulted with Deku.
Shinso goes for one of his own worst spots: Bakugo's feet. Kaibara takes his ribcage. Tsuburaba takes everywhere else, skipping from spot to stop, starting at his abs but eventually settling on alternating his underarms and thighs.
Now, when his classmates paired up on him, their Quirks made it feel like there were more than two people wrecking him.
But one of the three people currently intent on breaking him has a devastating Quirk of his own: Kaibara's spinning fingers.
And once they hone in on Bakugo's ribs, it's over. GG Bakugo.
Granted, it's not as bad as Shoji + Deku (nothing will ever be as terrible), but it's an extremely effective Quirk in his death spot, and the other two are going after his other worst spots.
Oh, and did I mention that Kirishima's turn has left him super sweaty, so he's that much more sensitive?
Fortunately for him, this group isn't as into making him pay as some others, so excruciating though it is, it doesn't last too long. In part because everyone is getting hungry.
So everyone leaves to have lunch, but before they do, Awase uses his Quirk to attach electric toothbrushes to every single one of Bakugo's most sensitive spots. He'll get a break if the batteries run out before they're back.
So they just leave Bakugo like that, enjoying a loooong lunch.
Now, everyone is actually for cutting Bakugo loose at this point, but one person protests: he hasn't gotten his turn yet.
When Bakugo sees Monoma darken Kirishima's doorway, he goes straight to apologizing, he just can't take anymore.
Too bad Monoma only wants to see him suffer, and the fact that he's already broken makes it even more fun for him.
Naturally, he's borrowed Deku's notebook so he can reference it at any time. And guess what 3 Quirks he's also borrowed? The obvious ones: Kaibara's, Tokoyami's, and Kaminari's. And he tells Bakugo before he proceeds to make him cry for well over an hour.
Bakugo is voiceless by the end of it, he can't even struggle anymore. And while he will eventually begin to plot revenge, he will be a lot nicer to everyone in the meanwhile.
#mha tickle#bnha tickle#tickle content#tickletorture#ticklish!bakugo#ticklish!bakugou#lee!bakugo#lee!bakugou
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Welness check.. You've been quiet... Hope all is good.
Thanks anon, that's a wonderfully polite way to ask for updates! I've been really good, just lacking inspiration. I still want to finish the Auction series and the KiriBaku story inspired by wigglywormy's post, but I'm struggling a bit. I think what I'm feeling is the urge to "write well" when I made this account to just push ideas out in their raw form. I do expect to publish something in the near-ish future... I just need a jumpstart.
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This is incredibly hot and impossibly well-written. Easily one of the best tickling fics I've ever read.
The Milkman - NSFW
The Wheel AU
Part 1
Warning: This is an intense tickle fic!
Summary: It had been years since Bakugo had last stepped foot outside of the city. Graduating U.A. at the top of his class, interning and working for The Genious Office, and making a name for himself had been cake once Deku was suspended. The first few months, he'd hardly thought about the nerd. After that, not at all. What he didn't know, was that the life he'd grown acustomed to was about to derail in one of the most sadistic and twisted ways he'd never thought possible.
Pairing: Lee Pro Hero Bakugo, Ler Villain Deku
Words: 10,466
Reading Time: 41 Minutes
A/N: Holyyyyyyyyyy shit. This is the longest fic I have ever written. I had sooooooo much fun writing this and I'm actually kind of proud of it.... just a little(: Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!!
Read more ∘₊✧ Here ✧₊∘
The room was mostly empty.
Bakugo was blindfolded, but he could sense it. He could tell by the way the metallic clang of the chains clamoring around his neck reverberated off of the walls. The bastard had fucked with Bakugo enough for him to learn how sound worked in a small room, which is why his heart was already in his throat when he felt a tug against the icy narrow band, which he’d learned the hard way, meant stop.
So he did.
“Good boy.”
Bakugo growled, a low animalistic noise from deep within his throat. If someone gave him one million attempts to predict his future, he never would have guessed this.
That he would end up a piece of meat for the nerd to fuck with for his own sick, demented pleasure.
When Deku was suspended from U.A., Bakugo's graduation at the top of his class became effortless, with the internship and job at The Genius Office falling into place just as smoothly.
Once Bakugo had turned twenty-five years old, he had developed a high level of renown and respect as a hero. The final arc of his success was right there, literally in the palm of his hands.
Then everything went to shit.
It was supposed to be a simple mission.
Reports of a faceless crime lord monetizing black market drugs and illegal erasure darts on the dark web were far from unknown. However, an anonymous tip had led them to discover a money laundering outpost posing as a trading card store. After years of coming up empty, Bakugo was itching to discover something, anything useful.
All they had to do was monitor the establishment.
Bakugo couldn't see the use of the three men sent to scout with him, especially after the store had closed, so he’d sent them home with a note reviewing the new tracker that had been implanted in their gums. The technology was new and not widely tested yet, plagiarizing elements of skin and bone, so Bakugo was confident that the chip would be missed if he were somehow captured and searched.
He’d spend the next several hours watching.
Maybe he should have gone home after the fifth hour of quiet.
It wasn’t until four in the morning, when a small sliver of activity caught his eye.
A lone person in a black hood quietly exited the dark store.
Bakugo recognized the possibility of a diversion, that the person in the hood was simply meant to draw prying eyes away from the store while other things went on behind the scenes. Bakugo had seen the trick used before.
But he couldn't help but feel… drawn.
So he followed them.
The thought to report an update was fleeting.
The hooded figure remained silent and unperturbed. Bakugo kept a safe distance in the shadows, his soft footfalls masked by the rising pitch of the winding river and bridge ahead. The figure's movements remained consistent and steady as they both crossed, the city now but a shimmering dot in the darkened distance.
They crossed into ghostly, suburban territory.
After around ten minutes, a graffitied public school park looming under a broken flickering street light caught his attention.
A twinge of familiarity ran down his spine.
Distracted, Bakugo didn’t see the hooded figure round the sidewalk. Cursing, he rushed to catch up.
When he’d rounded the corner, they were standing in the center of the street, staring at some old, tragedy stricken apartments with their hands casually slung into their pockets.
Bakugo considered the situation, and his eyes narrowed as he contemplated initiating a confrontation. The very small and mature voice he’d annoyingly developed in his mind told him to think about his endgame. If he rushed the shady bastard now, he would tip off the villain operation and everything they’d learned up to that point would be as useful as dirt. He’d need to have reasonable proof and all he’d had was a stupid feeling.
Bakugo gritted his teeth and growled under his breath. He’d wanted to confront the fucker and kick his ass, but it was too early to have a full picture of what was really going on. The store could simply be that, a store, with nothing more to it.
He rolled his eyes and before he could talk himself out of it, took careful steps away in an attempt to slip back out, then paused. Maybe if he could catch a glimpse of their face…
“My mother still lives here.”
Bakugo's body went completely still. His breath stopped in his throat, and his heartbeat pounded in his chest like a hammer against steel.
The figure lowered their hood, glowing green eyes trained on the apartments.
Bakugo blinked. Everything else fell away from him.
“Everyday I think she’d leave, especially after I destroyed the neighborhood. Do you think she’s still waiting for me?”
He should have left right then and there.
Instead, Bakugo rose from his crouch and slowly walked out onto the street. Each step he’d taken had an undeniable ferocity to it, his eyes like two burning embers that could turn into an inferno at a moment's notice.
It was the fucking high school drop out. And he knew Bakugo was following him. He’d probably known it the second he’d left the store, maybe even before.
“Izuku.”
“Kacchan.”
The familiar nickname wasn't spoken with the same fondness that it had once been uttered with, instead carrying a tone that made it sound more like an insult.
Gone was the silly, quirky, and fun-loving person that was filled with goodness and joy. In his place stood a dangerous, predatory, and threatening presence. In his eyes no longer shined the bright light of his once golden heart, but instead the glimmering of a cold and dangerous predator.
“Don’t do this! Please don’t let them take it, Kacchan!”
Bakugo scowled at him, his palms grew hot.
“Why the hell are you here?”
He should’ve reported the update. Hell, he should’ve called in the entire damn agency.
Deku’s voice was steady, eyes trained on the apartments. “You didn’t like our walk down memory lane?”
Bakugo’s eyes sparked.
The playground, the river, the fucking card store.
Bakugo bristled. He should have known. It was obvious. “Answer the fucking question.”
Black tendrils slowly slithered out of Deku’s back. Bakugo’s palms sizzled.
“No one’s talked to me like that in a long time.”
Without so much as a twitch as a warning, one of the tendrils struck. Bakugo quickly shifted and dodged, failing to realize that Deku had simply struck the ground just next to where the blonde once stood, intentionally pushing him right into a hulking frame standing silently off to the side, who wrapped massive arms around Bakugo’s chest from behind.
His palms crackled and sparked with the orange and red of his quirk, building up and igniting in a devastating explosion that engulfed them both in a calamitous blaze of volatile force.
Somehow, deep in the heat, he felt a sudden and painful sting on the side of his neck.
In an instant, the heat and power from his attack subsided, dissolved by the abrupt numbing sensation that spread through his body and left his hands smoking and twitching. His body tingled, all of his senses numbed and weakened.
“Motherfffuuhh-”
Another sting, and his vision wavered and blurred. He shook his head, fighting against it.
It was a fucking trap. Set For him.
He’d known he was going to pass out and these fuckers were going to take him. He’d wanted to fight it with as much defiance and disrespect as he could. Profanities spewed from his lips accompanied by worthless sparks that popped from his numb, useless hands. His eyes seared into Deku, but the villain’s eyes remained locked on the apartments, not even sparing him a sideways glance before whatever drug they injected him with finally overwhelmed his senses.
He’d woken up in the same damn room he’d been staying in for the past week.
Over the course of that week, Bakugo had fought harder than he ever had in his entire life. He’d bitten fingers, head butted anyone within range, and spat. His mouth proved to be as dangerous as his quirk, but three days in the muzzle and firmer restraints taught him to use his talents sparingly.
As expected, they’d missed the tracker during the strip search. He’d woken up with it warm against his tooth, confirmation that someone was indeed looking for him.
So he’d reserved his energy, save for every few minutes or so when he would religiously check if the quirk erasure dart was still active, hoping to catch it before they’d eventually inject him again.
On his first night, blindfolded, cursing and thrashing, they’d shoved him into a chair and bound his legs to it along with his arms to a hanging contraption above his head. It took seven of them to eventually subdue the aggressive pro hero, all of them walking away with some kind of injury.
Deku didn't make an appearance that night, but the orders to his grunts were clear.
Extract any information Bakugo had uncovered about their operations.
Bakugo was expecting to be tortured. He’d mentally prepared himself for it the moment he’d woken up in this shit hole. And he was, just not in the way he was expecting.
Deku didn't want to dignify Bakugo with a formidable excuse for when he eventually gave up. He wanted to humiliate him.
For the first three days, he was brutally and sadistically tickle tortured.
When the method of torture was revealed, to say that Bakugo was flabbergasted would be an understatement. He’d imagined needles under the nails or flaying. Hell, he was even expecting something ironic like being branded or burned alive. So when he was finally forced into the chair, the last of his flailing limbs secured, he braced himself for the kind of pain that would match the reputation Izuku created for himself, only to be startled by harmless and rough fingers and hands, ticklishly squeezing sensitive spots on his body.
The pro hero sneered and taunted the goons, under the impression he was safe for the time being.
But of course, he would be proven wrong.
The grunts took their time and expertly learned his body. They triggered reactions and sounds Bakugo didn't know he could make and tormented spots he didn't even know were ticklish. After hours of meticulous work and charting, they’d put the information they gathered to blindingly effective use. Bakugo learned a few things about himself that night, things he would pay top dollar to forget.
And he’d weathered the torture by the skin of his teeth.
The second day, Deku made a personal appearance, and cracked him in less than an hour. Bakugo answered every single question asked of him, relevant or not.
Still, it wasn't enough for the damn masochist.
Deku didn't just want answers from Bakugo, he wanted him to pay.
So now, in the fourth day of hell, Bakugo has nothing to say or give that would spare him from whatever Deku planned.
Today was purely about revenge.
A hard hand clamped on his shoulder and the blonde blindly stepped forward, letting the hand guide him.
He swallowed his resistance and it slid down his throat like sand.
The hand lifted. He paused.
Then there was light.
Bakugo blinked several times after the blindfold was lifted. The intensity of the dazzling lights in the room made his eyes squint and nose itch. His eyes landed on a tall, colorful object planted in the center of the room.
The Wheel.
Deku had seen fit to inject whimsy into his revenge plot with The Wheel: a colorful 20-slice abomination that would randomly determine how Bakugo would be tickled that day.
A fucking Wheel.
Bakugo sizzled in place. He wanted to rip the bastard’s guts out and make him eat it. He wanted to kill him.
Deku blew Bakugo a kiss and strode towards it.
"Let's see what The Wheel wants us to do today." Deku winked and gave it a spin.
Bakugo's sense of how much time had passed was determined by how many times the wheel had been spun: 5, and this one made 6.
The Kennel
The Carwash
The Gang
The Hog
The Milkman
The wheel began to slow, its revolution enrapturing both Bakugo and Deku...
The dial stopped on The Milkman.
The door suddenly busted open and two grunts walked inside, carrying something that reminded Bakugo of a weird combination of a padded sawhorse and a spanking bench. There were cuffs towards the front where his arms would rest and vise versa where his calves would be placed. Towards the back of the middle cushion that would support his waist and hips, was a custom cut hole that looks like it could fit…
Bakugo’s eyes widened.
The smile that slithered onto Deku’s face was maniacal.
Bakugo clenched his jaw, continuing to stare at the contraption even after Deku smugly faced him and tugged at the leash.
“No.”
Tug
“Fuck. off.”
Deku cocked his head to the side, an amused expression squaring his face, as if Bakugo was a stubborn kid not wanting to get into the bath.
Tug tug tug tug-
“You mother fucking piece of stupid shit. I said no.”
“I don’t care.” Deku slurred, playing with the leash. “You don’t have a choice.”
Bakugo remained still. He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. But if the past few days had taught him anything, it was that without his quirk, resistance only lead to extreme suffering. The bitter pill? Deku knew his body better than he did. The largest explosion in the world wouldn’t be enough to tamper how he felt about that.
“I could force you,” Deku shrugged, reaching over to open the collar. “That would be easy. But I think it would be more entertaining for me to watch my men do it. And if they have to come in here again, they’re staying.” Deku smiled, encouraged by Bakugo’s visible frustration. “And participating.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. He knew that no matter what he did, he would end up on that fucking bench. His violent objections in the past had made quick work of him. Just thinking back to that damned tree…
When Deku gestured to the bench, Bakugo reluctantly obeyed.
“Take everything off and get on.”
This was supposed to humiliate him. To make him compliant to his own torture. A sick kick back to those days in high school when he’d scream at anyone who dared to give him orders.
Cursing obscenities the entire time, he stripped off his clothes and laid face down onto the bench, carefully fitting his groin into the cushioned hole.
Deku restrained him accordingly.
Thick, fur lined straps secured his wrists and ankles tightly. Another strap looped around his waist, and an added infinity loop tightly secured his lower thighs right above the bend of his knees, forcing his legs slightly apart and flush against the legs of the modded bench.
Bakugo clenched his jaw and rested his forehead on the cool leather as Deku circled, lingering far too long right behind him.
“You really kept in shape.” Deku whistled.
“Fuck off and get this shit over with.”
“Excited to start?”
Bakugo jerked when he felt something ghosting lightly along both of his flanks, and he instantly knew it was Blackwhip. The touch felt feathery and ethereal, like cool fingers made of harmless, tickly sparklers. He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, grateful Deku couldn't see his face from this position.
“We have so much to catch up on.”
The ghosting along his sides curved inward, tracing and slithering over his stomach and hips. It slowly dragged back and forth, up and down over the smooth skin, making Bakugo want to claw it off.
The way he was positioned arched his back slightly, so he couldn't close that small gap that gave Deku easy access to those spots. The fucking bastard.
“We don’t have shit to do with nothin’.” Bakugo spat through his teeth, uselessly forcing himself to stay as still as possible. His stomach muscles twitched of their own accord though, instantly snitching on his stoic facade.
“I think we do. I plan to make up for lots of lost time, Kacchan.” He goosed his ribs.
Bakugo flinched and clenched his jaw so tight, he felt the hurt in his neck. “Stop fucking calling me that.”
“Mmm. It never bothered you before. What’s different now?”
Bakugo ground his teeth together. He jumped when he felt more tendrils start teasing the muscles on his back, tracing agonizing patterns and small circles right underneath his shoulder blades. A lone tendril slithered up his spine, slowing down just enough to trigger an involuntary lurching reaction Bakugo did every time he was touched right below the back of his neck.
“You ffffucking-”
“Whats different now?” Deku repeated, sliding two tendrils up his spine this time.
Bakugo tensed his entire body and cringed, waiting for the tendrils to touch down on that stupid spot. Instead, he jumped when he felt them split up and caress over the top of his shoulders, tracing down to the little dip that made up the corners of his armpits. Bakugo’s arms strained, trying to push them back into himself and close the gap.
“I called you Kacchan our entire lives.” More tendrils pushed out from his back, wrapping around each of his ribs, softly vibrating in place, still tracing. Randomly, one would squeeze.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me to stop.”
Bakugo inhaled sharply when he felt the tendrils at his shoulder blades slither down his back, the slow trek brought a curse to his lips.
Deku didn't speak again until it teased around his lower back and touched down on his ass.
Deku drew long and sensual circles along the soft, toned skin, causing Bakugo to twitch and huff puffs of air through his nose. Discovering his ass was ticklish was one of the things he would die to forget.
Deku’s voice was low. “The question wasn't rhetorical.” A firm squeeze to his ass made him him jump. “Or optional.”
Bakugo snarled. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.”
Deku chuckled and Bakugo seized when all of the tendrils started moving in different directions at once, all of them teasing the fuck out of him. Circles were drawn on either sides of his back, tendrils pressed inward towards his shoulder blades, along his spine, and behind his flanks. Two wafted up and down his stomach in different patterns with two more teasing the edges of his stomach. Two ghosted the rim of his armpits, occasionally dipping in smoothly, making him jump. Two teased his hipbones, occasionally dipping inward towards the inner thighs, tracing the crease right before his thighs became his crotch. The two on his ass stroked abstractly, making him twitch with each pass. He felt two additional tendrils ghost the back of his thighs and the hollows behind his knees.
He was moving around a lot now. Frustrated noises and loud puffs of air through his nose were quiet in comparison to how loud he made the bench squeak with his erratic movements. The occasional gasp left him when the tendrils tracing his ribs moved inward, playing with the sensitive spot right underneath his pecs, or that delicious spot right underneath his underarms. The occasional squeeze anywhere on his body forced him to jump. Regardless of sensitivity, all of his nerves were absolutely on fire.
He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt two new tendrils slowly ghosting down his calves, stopping just over the heels of his feet. The only ones on his body not moving, and he was hyper aware of it.
Deku let Bakugo stew, watching the blonde lose more of his composure with every passing second. Bakugo pushed his head against the cool leather and balled his hands into shaking fists, his body starting to work up a sweat.
This was the kind of tickling he hadn’t experienced yet. It didn't make him hysterical, didn't make him scream until his throat hurt, and didn't make him thrash like his life depended on it, but it made him want to claw his fucking skin off. It tickled so fucking much, but it wasn't nearly intense enough for him to justify letting out any of the building tension through laughter. He couldn't fucking stand it.
For a hot five seconds, he went berserk on the bench. He yanked hard and bucked attempting to kick and thrash. Spittle flew from his clenched teeth and he growled when Deku watched him with a smirk, using the tendrils on the sides of his stomach to dip into a pocket of sensitive nerves right by his flanks.
Bakugo dipped his shoulder inward and to the left, as if he could close off the gap that allowed Deku entrance. He groaned out loud and used his arms to buck once, twice, before being so fed up he couldn't handle it anymore.
“Fucking stop already!” He boomed. “If you’re gonna do it, then fucking get it over with, you pathetic coward!” The slow and methodical sensations were making him so fucking frustrated. He couldn't help the way his back arched, the way his head snapped back when the tendrils behind it slithered too close to his neck, the way his shoulders and arms jerked violently in an attempt shake off the tendrils, or the way his toes flexed and splayed regardless of the threat that ominously loomed inches away.
Deku chuckled again. “You’re so ticklish.”
Bakugo cursed when he felt two tendrils slowly gliding up the insides of his thighs. They traced the sensitive skin right next to his balls, curving up and down, spreading out and caressing the skin under his ass and back again. Bakugo spluttered and yanked hard at the restraints, the ticklish muscles in his arms flexing under the mischievous and ethereal touch of Blackwhip.
“You fucking loser ass villain bah-” The tendrils on his feet twitched. Bakugo’s mouth clamped shut.
“Hm?” Deku hummed, leaning his ear toward the heaving blonde.
“Fucker.” Bakugo cursed. “What the hell is it you want from me?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” Deku gleefully mocked.
“You’re a goddamn fucking moh-morohon!” Bakugo cursed, busying himself with another bout of frustrated thrashing when more tendrils swirled under his arms. “I’m not playing your backward ass games!”
Deku smirked. Without letting up on Bakugo’s treatment, he grabbed a chair and sat right next to the blonde, who had to tilt and rest his head on his left cheek to look Deku in the eyes.
“You’ll do whatever I want you to do.” He slurred, kicking his foot up on the edge of the bench where Bakugo’s shaking arm rested.
The tendrils around his ribs prodded firmly. Bakugo flinched hard, unable to hold back the gasp that choked him.
“The day I got suspended from U.A.,” Deku’s eyes roamed shamelessly over Bakugo’s trembling body. The blonde straightened his head and closed his eyes, still painfully aware the tendrils on his feet were still as stone. Anxiety bubbled up in his throat. He knew Deku did it just to fuck with him. He fucking knew it.
“I begged you to help me.”
“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”
“Grrh! The school hahas rules, dumbass! Not my ff-fuckin’ fault you weh-went and broke ‘em!” Bakugo snapped. The damn tendrils never stopped moving, always switching places and finding new spots on his infinitely ticklish body. He was going to throw an aneurysm if it didn't stop.
Deku’s eyes darkened. “Not your fault, huh?”
Bakugo sneered. He couldn’t focus! “Damn it! If you got somethin’ to say, just fuckin- GAH!”
The tendrils on his heels traced slowly down his foot, spilling down his arch and wiggling slowly like a snake, tracing over his incepts, the sides of his feet, wrapping around to the tops and circling their tips around the balls.
Bakugo released a large puff of air and slammed his forehead against the leather, breathing harshly through his teeth. He yanked hard on his arms, face turning red with titanium effort. He jolted and grimaced when two tendrils slithered under his toes, the others still circling along and around the balls of his feet. Just a ghost of a sensation, but it psyched the fuck out of him.
Two more tendrils, parallel of each other, traced down the sides of his feet, looped around down to the heal, then zipped up to the toes, following the outline of the undersides and back again to repeat. Two other tendrils appeared and started tracing the ticklish spot along where the arch melts into the heal and then two other tendrils outlined his calves and ankles.
Bakugo lifted his forehead just to slammed it again against the leather rest, frustrated agony sizzling at the corners of his mouth.
Deku smirked, reveling in Bakugo’s priceless reactions. “You’re acting like I’m shoving a burning knife through your gut. I bet you would prefer that.”
Bakugo huffed and growled, sweat dripping off his heated skin. “What… do you gohddamn… aaghh- want?!”
“Let’s play a game!” Deku quickly stood, knocking over the chair. All of the tendrils finally, finally stopped and Bakugo shamelessly let his entire body flop onto the bench. He barely took two much needed breaths before Deku whistled. Bakugo heard the door open behind him, but he was too exhausted to attempt to look. That was, until he felt someone crouch underneath the bench. His head jolted up and he was about to speak when he felt something wet squishy and warm envelop his entire manhood. Bakugo jerked up so hard he actually moved the bench slightly.
“What the fuck! What the fuck?!” Bakugo screeched, thrashing heavily again as the person underneath the bench fitted the squishy thing over Bakugo’s penis and balls. The person then stood and pulled two straps around Bakugo’s waist, tying them in a neat little bow above his ass. Bakugo saw a tan hand pass Deku a controller and without a word, whoever it was, left and closed the door behind them.
Deku palmed the controller, observing it as if he were a critic admiring a strokeless painting. Bakugo’s face turned red with anger, embarrassment, and everything in-between.
“What the fuck is that? What did your perverted ass minion put on me?! Answer me, damn it!”
“These are the rules of the game,” Deku started, ignoring Bakugo’s whining. “First, if it’s not obvious, I’ll be tickling any spot of my choosing.”
Bakugo glared at him. “What the fuck is on my dick?!”
Deku smiled. He turned the controller and Bakugo strained to see it. It looked like a TV remote but it only had eight buttons on it. One circle button in the middle with four arrows around it. There were two buttons parallel to each other below it and one button at the top.
Deku rose his pointer finger, and made a show of pressing the top button.
The on button.
Bakugo flinched with a disgusted yelp when the thing around his cock and balls started vibrating. He anchored his back and tried to pull his penis out of the hole but he couldn't lift himself high enough.
“You’re fucking kidding me!” He screamed, a whole new wave of frustration coursing through him. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” Another bout of useless thrashing. He whipped his head towards Deku, sneering at him with all the hate he could muster. “You’re fucking dead! Do you hear me? When I get the fuck out of here, you’re- AHHH!”
Deku yawned and pressed the middle button. The squishy material Bakugo was encased in started moving. It squeezed and pressed and massaged in a sloping downward fashion, simulating a blowjob with winnowing pressure that caressed his entire length. The space that enveloped his balls started gently squeezing them, massaging them softly. Then, around his scrotum, he felt a circular object like thing close tightly, acting like some sort of cock ring.
It felt… amazing.
After almost an entire week of torture, Bakugo almost succumbed to the sensations right there, despite the makeshift ring.
Instead, he bit back his carnal reactions and pressed his forehead onto the head rest. “N- St-stop… Fffuckin’-” He groaned and bit his tongue.
“Enduring the tickling will be something you’ll have to do. What you’ll not have to do will be so much harder. Get it?”
Bakugo growled, trying to think about anything other than what his body wanted to do right now. He felt his manhood instantly get harder, more susceptible and sensitive.
“Why… why the damn-”
“I’m glad you asked.” Deku’s green eyes sparkled. “If you cum while I’m tickling you, you cant cum again on that spot for the rest of the game. If you cum twice on the same spot, you lose. If you win,” Deku shrugged again. “I’ll let you go.”
Bakugo hardly heard anything until those last four words. “What?”
“If you win,” Deku enunciated, punctuating the sentence with a careless gesture. “I’ll let you go.”
A chance. A fucking chance. He knew he couldn't rely on Deku’s word, but it was the only opportunity to present itself in this goddamn nightmare.
“Not like I… have a fuckin’ choice.” Bakugo groaned, using every ounce of energy he had not to lose the game before it could even start.
Deku grinned. “We’ll do two rounds.”
Bakugo assumed once the tickling started, it would be easy not to focus on the thing doubling his vision. It was the only silver lining he could think of, the only hope that he could cling on to.
Funny how he suddenly needed the tickling to overwhelm his pleasure.
“Alright!” Deku clapped his hands together. “Let’s start.”
“Set a.. Grrhh- S-set a fuckin’ timer.”
Deku tapped his temple. “It’s up here.”
Bakugo was about to protest, but closed his mouth when Deku, with a diabolical grin, slowly unsheathed Blackwhip. The blonde watched with disgust as inky tendrils slinked toward him with twitching excitement and intent.
They touched down on his left side first, caressing his flanks and ribs and slipping softly under his arms. He cringed, the pumping sensation on his dick still prevalent. He flinched when a tendril squeezed his hips and ribs at the same time.
“You… fuck… you said ohone damn s-spohot!”
Deku chuckled. “I’m just trying to decide.”
More poking and prodding, more flinching and cursing, then all of the tendrils traveled up and started tracing his shoulders, inner biceps, the lower outline and rim of his armpits.
“Here.” Deku said, joyfully. “Ten minutes starts now.”
Bakugo clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a burst of insufferable tickles, but the light tracing continued. The makeshift cock ring in the pump gradually released and he felt a rush of dangerous pleasure. With a long groan, the teasing and the tickles were completely obliterated from his mind, hardly able to feel them anymore as the pump expanded and closed in, the massage of his balls deepened causing him to shift around in his restraints, unconsciously grinding his hips to further the sensation.
He was close and was hardly resisting anymore. He teetered on the brink of ecstasy, a welcomed feeling afloat in a sea of agony and shit else. He felt something inside him swell, could have sworn the toy around his shaft pumped faster with excitement. Maybe just one time, just in this spot, wouldn’t be so bad. He could avoid it in the next round.
Yes, he’d decided. Who fucking cares if Deku watched. The sick fuck probably got off on it. Bakugo shoved his previous reservations aside and allowed the bliss to fully envelope him. Fuck everything and everyone else, with one final groan he-
“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! WHAHAAAA! DEHEHA- AAHHHHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHK! DAHAHAMN IT!! YOHOU FUHKING- DAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Bakugo exploded into a generous mix of curses and laughter, brought on by the four tendrils circling the rims on either sides of his armpits to suddenly close in and undulate into the sensitive flesh. One was squeezing and floating around the ticklish muscle right where the armpit and chest connect. Another was pushing and rotating just above but not quite on that delectably torturous spot above his ribs, and the last two were shamelessly digging right into the center, One stationary, the other circling largely and being sure to not to leave any spot untouched.
Bakugo thrashed. He pressed his chest into the bench and slammed his forehead onto the headrest. His hands clenched and unclenched from their trembling fists and his shoulders bounced up and down from pure mirth. The surprise caught him off guard, although he would kick himself for not expecting it if he had the ability to think at all.
Being denied a peaceful release at the absolute last second made his body tingle with newfound sensitivity. His stomach filled with frustration and his throbbing cock twitched as it was continuously and mercilessly pumped.
Quickly tumbling down from his euphoric high, he cursed and fought. One of the tendrils found a delectable spot at the top left inner muscle, where the edge of his shoulder creased into his armpit. Being caught so grossly off guard by the spike in sensitivity, it easily knocked and bursted through to the most secluded corners of his mind.
“GAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAH AAAHHHAH! AAHAHAHA! FFFAAAHAHAHAHA- GGRRRAAAAH! GAHAHAD DAHAHMN IT STAHAHAHAP!”
Deku wore a toothy grin and just hummed to himself.
Bakugo tried to use his momentum to rock himself on the bench, hoping to tip the whole damn thing over but it held steady. Unable to manage anything more then a few stress creaks, Bakugo pushed each of his shoulders in and squished them against the bench, but the tickling never relented. He jolted violently when two random tendrils goosed his ribs.
“ARRRGGHH! GAHAAD DAHAMN YOU DEHEKHU! STAHPFUC- AAHAHAHA! STOP FUCKINGARAHAHOUND!”
Deku chuckled and raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist.”
“BAHAHSTAHAHARD! SHIHIHIHT! GAH! NO! NOO!! STAHAHAP!”
Deku feigned innocence as one of his lower tendrils slowly slinked more so towards the bottom of his armpits, causing Bakugo to thrash harder, doing a piss poor job of covering up his panic.
Suddenly, he yelled out when he felt the toy around his manhood start to squeeze. The tendrils under his arms gradually slowed their manic torment, leaving Bakugo huffing and puffing with each sensitive pass. Bakugo rested his sweat riddled forehead against the leather, squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation. The transition from obnoxious tickling pleasure was rough and Bakugo felt his arms shake.
The smile in Deku’s voice was infuriating. “How are we doing?”
He didn't realize it until a surge of pleasure slapped him in the face but Blackwhip was no longer pinching and prodding. Instead, swirling and ghosting. The toy around Bakugo’s length suddenly started pumping, undulating up and down in an unpredictable pattern. Strokes, like a tongue, traveled up his length, the winnowing pressure taking him in deep while it massaged his balls. Although still there, the tickling quickly became secondary.
Bakugo couldn't help the carnal groan that left his tight lips. Everything fell away from him as he openly welcomed the only good sensation he’s felt since being in this shit hole. He wanted this and he didn't care if Deku saw and mocked him. This was only the first round, He’d be able to avoid-
Bakugo yelled out as he released the first drops of ecstasy. The slicked out muscles on his back rippled as he arched into it, riding the whole thing out. The tendrils never stopped teasing his armpits, and he didn't give a shit. He couldn't feel it anymore. Sparks ignited and bloomed across his vision. After a moment of shameful, shattering pleasure, he slumped. Spent and breathless.
Deku whistled.
The toy didn’t slow. He felt something brush across his reddened tip. Bakugo twitched and gasped, pushing his hips back as far as he could.
”Fff-Fuck!”
”That’s one for the armpits.” Deku commented, casually. “If it’s going to be this easy then I think you might be screwed.”
“S-sta- Sh- I’m- I’m gonna-“
“What?” Deku’s eyebrows rose, amused.
”I’m gonna fffuckin’ k-kill you.” Bakugo panted, his pitch rising and falling in rhythm with the thing around his cock overstaying its welcome.
Deku’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s the Kacchan I knew.”
Bakugo opened his mouth but slammed it shut when Blackwhip started moving.
”After All Might gave me One For All,” Deku started, moving Blackwhip slowly, ever so slowly downward. “He told me to keep it a secret.”
“I’m sorry, young Midoriya. Please hold still.”
Bakugo cringed as he felt the tendrils slowly swoop over his ribs. He felt them expand so they caressed right underneath his chest. Two tendrils on each side teased the ribs that wrapped around his back, while two other sneaky ones still swirled in his armpits. He hissed through his teeth as chills iced down his spine and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He shook his head, as if he could will it all away. To his dismay, the teasing is so much more frustratingly ticklish than before.
He grunted when two guileful tendrils flicked and circled his nipples on either side.
“But I told you about it anyway, and I did it out of respect. Respect you didn’t deserve or appreciate.” Deku continued. “Even after All Might, The hero we both grew up admiring, saw it fit to pass his quirk onto me, you still told me I was worthless. Unworthy of U.A. A psychopathic freak.”
A tendril goosed his upper ribs, another slithered down his stomach, drawing wide circles around his belly button. Two closed in on his hips, pressing into the bone with light pressure. Two teased the skin underneath his ass, two played with the tendons next to his groin, right along the edge of the toy. Another two slinked down his legs and teased his ankles while circling around the heels of his feet. He jumped when an additional pair circled around the balls, occasionally dipping in and tracing the skin right underneath his toes, massaging the stems and teasing the bases.
His heart rate picked up and his breath came fast. His skin tingled as his nerves fired at him with obnoxious sensitivity. He could feel every delicate stroke, every harsh poke, every sensual touch and squeeze, and couldn't help the giggles when they spilled out of his snarling mouth.
The fucking orgasm. It made him even more sensitive.
He was so fucking screwed.
Deku paused, letting the epiphany the other was clearly having, sink in. “I started to believe you.”
All of the tendrils poked their respective spots at once, causing Bakugo to let out an undignified yelp and jolt. Every little movement now started him to the core.
“Funny how a worthless, psychopathic freak now holds the leash to your collar.”
“Is that what this bullshit is about?” Bakugo’s voice boomed with irritation, edgy nervousness punctuating the end of his accusation. “What the hell do you want, damn Deku? A fuckin’ apology or somethin’?”
Deku shook his head. All the humor was void from his face, his voice dark and emotionless. “I’ve never wanted anything from you.”
Bakugo blinked when Deku raised his hand with the remote and pointed it at him. He couldn't see what button he pressed, but he gasped when suddenly the toy started vibrating. Teasing strokes evolved into sensuous pumping. He was hard again in seconds.
The tendrils eased off. All except the ones stationed at his ribs. Three teased the bottom, two on his left, one on his right. Two on each side teased the middle of his ribs, swirling and poking, following the curve of his back, and another two danced across his upper ribs, rubbing back and forth, up and down, ghosting underneath and the sides of his chest.
“I’m sure you can guess which spot is next.” Deku clicked his tongue. “Looks like you might lose before I even start.”
Bakugo’s head snapped up from where it was resting. “Fuck you!” His biceps strained with the titanic effort of trying to lower his arms. He arched his back, pushed himself forward, tried to dip his shoulders and chest hard against the leather, but nothing phased the tendrils determined to take me straight to hell. They encouraged the sort of panic that he felt like he could taste. The toy’s vibrations increased, the flesh of the toy slowly starting to suck, doubling his vision with pleasure.
“There was a spot around here… where was it again?” Blackwhip poked and nudged at his entire rib cage. Bakugo spluttered and hissed through his teeth, body jolting and flinching with every jab.
“Fucker! You, mother fuc-!!” Bakugo spat. “Stop this- Mmgghhm- bulh-bullshit! III’ve fuckin’ had it with y-AH!”
“Mmmm.” Deku mused. Blackwhip paused, pinpointed tendrils vibrating softly right on that dreaded spot. Bakugo froze as well, looking at Deku with the most hateful glare he’d ever given anyone.
“I wonder if-”
Squeeze
Bakugo inhaled so sharply, he choked. “AUGH! Damn it, stop!” He tried to haft and throw himself around on the bench. Deku only smiled, a sadistic glint in his eyes.
Blackwhip softly, softly undulated once more and Bakugo would have hit the ceiling if he wasn't so tightly restrained. “MMGGHH! STOP! Don’t you fucking do it, you fuck!”
The toy around his needy length pumped faster and his attention was quickly averted to the sudden burst of pleasure that wracked through his body and made him shutter. His mouth opened in a silent groan, which transformed into an unrestrained yell as Blackwhip again, teased one of his death spots.
He hafted himself up hard, creaking the bench. “NO!” He cursed, shoving all of the authority in his voice that he could muster. “Just fucking stop this! I swear to FuhuahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAK! SHIHIT!”
The three tendrils teasing the bottom of his ribs dove in, rubbing fast and harshly between and around the bone, the third tendril went rogue and snuck over his quivering stomach and down to his thighs. Bakugo shook his head in delirium and fruitlessly bucked his hips up and down. Even with the torturous tickling rerouting his mind, the pleasure he was feeling from the toy was still very much present. Slowly, he felt himself twitch and glisten with pressing need.
Deku hummed. “Oh, does that tickle?”
“FAHAHAK YOU! GAAGHH! NAAAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
The tendrils stationed at the middle of his ribs came alive, mimicking the same unpredictable technique as the ones on his lower ribs. Bakugo fought hard, knowing what was next, knowing he couldn't stop it. Two tendrils slowly wrapped around his thighs, goosing and tickling the whole way. Bakugo expected them to attack his thighs again, but unexpectedly, they slipped their teasing tips underneath the sleeve of the toy, now slowly stroking and wrapping around the bare skin of his penis. Aside from dissolving into harsh thrashing and seizing like he touched an exposed cable, something else instantly came over him. In a moment of panicked weakness he opened his mouth.
“AAHHH! GAHH! WAIT! FUKIN’ WAHAITWAIT! WAHT DOYOUWAHAHAHNT?!”
Deku answered simply. “This.”
Two things happened at the same time.
The tendrils resting and teasing his death spot pulled back and dove right in. Viciously rubbing into that incomprehensibly ticklish spot without a shred of mercy. Four more vibrating tendrils latched on, squeezing, rubbing and scratching torturously.
The tendrils that snuck into the toy, wrapped around the entirety of Bakugo’s heat and lightly squeezed, following the rhythm of the toy. It pumped Bakugo excitedly, the two tips reaching his pre-cum soaked tip to swirl and rub, lick and tease. One of the tips pressed underneath the head, flicking under it like like an experienced tongue, while the other teased and stroked the slit.
Torn between two incredibly overwhelming sensations, Bakugo’s voice instantly gave out. For a moment, there was silence. Bakugo’s mouth was open in a silent, lustful, tortured scream, his sweat glistened muscles rippled with the intense single pull he was imposing onto all of his limbs. His toes clenched and his nails bit into his fists. After one sharp intake of breath,
Bakugo fittingly exploded.
“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHHA! NONONOHOHOHONOOOOO! GAHHH! NAHA- I CAHHAHA- ST- GAHAHAHAHAD OHHOHOH FUCK! OHFUUUUUCK!! DEHEHE- PFFTAHAHAAHAHA!! AHAHAAAASHIHIT! SHITSHITSAHIT!! AHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAH! GGRRAAAAAHHH!!! -AHAHHAHAHAAA————OOOOOPP! STAHAHAHAP STOPSTOPSTOPFUCKINGHELLSTOHOHOHOHP!! AHAHAHA————”
Deku watched Bakugo fall apart, a maniacal, sadistic smile creasing his face. “Found it.”
“AAAAHH! FUCKDEKUSTOOOOOOOOOOOP! FAHAHAK! I CAHAHA- GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAAAAHAHAHAH-”
“What was that?” Deku stuck his tongue into his cheek. “You can’t what?”
Bakugo’s mind was blank. His entire world was encompassed by all of the sensations saturating every recess of his brain. He whipped his head around, slamming it repeatedly against the headrest, the cushioning not even allowing him the relief of pain. He quickly approached the lower level of laughter, where it became mostly screams.
“ICANTTAKEIT! OHFUCKINGSHIT I FUKIN CAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA AHA AHA AHAHAH! ICAHAHAHANT! STOOOOOOOOHOHAAAAAAAAP!”
The toy picked up its pace, encouraging the tendrils wrapped around his dick to follow along. A few new tendrils squeezed his balls, Two flicked and rubbed his nipples, one even licked up the side of his neck, right underneath his jaw. His eyes flew to the back of his head.
“Want me to stop tickling or stop pumping?”
Bakugo’s face was alight with fire, he wasted no time. “TICKLING! STAHAH THE TIHIHIH-TIHIH- FAHAHAHAK! STAHAHAHAP TIHIHAHAHA-!”
“If I stop the tickling, you’ll lose the round. Are you sure you-”
“YES! YEHEHEHS! YESYESYESJUST- SHIHIHIHT!! STAHAHAHAP! FUCKINGHEHEHELL!”
Deku instantly stopped and focused his energy into on the blonde’s dick.
“MMMMPHHHHH FFFFFUUCK!” Bakugo moaned, arching his back and shaking his head, grinding his hips along the bench. “FFFFFFFFUHHHHHK!” Bakugo groaned, lost in a new kind of torment.
He closed his eyes, everything instantly fell away from him when he felt a tendril slip over his tip again. He felt the build up burn in his stomach, felt his penis throbbing, his tip glistening, ready for release. He felt the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had gather, aching in his swollen balls. Despite the need for air, he held his breath as the first drops of-
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”
Bakugo’s voice cracked when everything simply stopped.
The tendrils and the toy fell limp. His body tingled as if all of his limbs fell asleep. Sweat dripped off his chin as he gasped. Opening his mouth to curse, a strangled sound came out instead when everything resumed. He flinched and jolted in his restraints, but the pumping and “licking” resumed, throwing him right back into that agonizing build up. Right when he could see stars, it stopped again.
He jerked his head up and seared his eyes into amused green ones with a guttural growl, only to force his head back down and clench his fists when it all started again.
“You…. You ffffuh- ffucking b-”
“I’m just helping you out.” Deku cocked his head to the side, chuckling. “Trust me, you don’t want to cum again.”
Bakugo closed his eyes, but he couldn't have a moment of rest before the pumping started again. He filled his cheeks with curses and air, releasing them in a flurry when rogue tendrils buried themselves into his ribs, his worst spot spared for now, as he was thrown head first into more ticklish chaos. He couldn't handle this much longer. He couldn't handle this now. He felt his sanity slipping through the cracks, but it didn't matter.
“I’ll make you a deal.” Deku trilled after a few more minutes. “If you beg me to cum, I’ll let you. Then we can move on.”
Beg him to lose the game. Beg him to take away the small change at freedom and hope that he had. Beg him to keep him here and torture him until help eventually came or he went batshit.
No, no he couldn't.
Bakugo snapped out of it. He returned Deku’s wicked glare and sneered. “Fuck. You.”
Deku narrowed his eyes and smirked, as if he was hoping for that exact answer. “Tickling it is then.”
First, there was a moment of silence.
Then pure, unadulterated madness.
Blackwhip attacked every inch of Bakugo’s ribcage. Bakugo screamed, a high pitched uncharacteristic shriek that shocked both of them. Then, he fell into manic, hysterical unrestrained laughter. Laughter that only maddened when his worst spot was finally targeted. Bakugo couldn't feel when the toy started again, couldn't feel the bubbling build up, or the burn of release that taunted him from mere inches away. He couldn't feel any of it, not until the tickling abruptly stopped and he stole greedy breath before countless tendrils converged on the entirety of his tip, sliding and slinking over the crimson peak it while the tendrils wrapped around his dick pumped up and down his length with mouth watering speed. His eyes stung with mirthful tears before he was thrown right back into ticklish oblivion.
Once his death spot was awarded another short break, Bakugo used that opportunity to quickly give up.
“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAYE! OKAHAHAHAHAY JUHUSTFUKINGDOHOHOHIT! I GIHIHIVE! IGIVE! JAHAHAAST MAAKEMECUM! DHAHAMNIT!”
“Mmmm,” Deku considered for a moment. “Say please.”
“AAGHHAHAHA!! GAHAHAHDDAHAHMN YOU!” Bakugo was slapping the edge of the leather wrist rest with his hand, trying to physically tap out. “PLEHEHESE! FUCKINPLEHEHESE! JUHUST STOP TIHIHIHCKLING!”
The tickling didn't stop completely, but it was enough. Bakugo was hardly afforded the gift of relief as tendrils immediately pumped and licked, massaged and caressed his entire length. The toy suddenly closed up around the tip and so similar to a warm mouth, he felt licking, swirling and even sucking. The rest of his twitching member was caressed and abused with soft and fast lustful strokes. Spit dribbled out of his mouth and beads of sweat glided down his sides and back as he arched.
He had no idea how many tendrils were pleasuring him now, but every damn spot was zapped with unbelievable, world shattering, sinful pleasure. Tendrils slinked through his toes and circled around the balls of his feet. Others lightly ghosted up his long arches and more teased his heals. New, lustful feelings seared from his feet straight to his dick, which pulsed in tandem with the activity. He didn’t dare start to unpack that.
The tendrils reappeared at his nipples and neck, his eyes once again dug into the back of his head.
He lasted an impressive 50 seconds.
He groaned out loud with his long release, his damp rob and body twitching through each pump of glorious rapture. His orgasm, almost matching the duration of his endurance, forced his twitching toes to curl, the squirming tendrils undeterred by even that. His abs and back muscles flexed, the light reflecting off of each sweaty twitch and convulsion.
He slumped heavily after it was through. He bucked and hissed when the tendrils around his ribs hardly gave him a second before teasingly slinking down, tracing over his twitching sides and pressing into his hips and thighs.
“Two for two.” Deku counted, unapologetically. “I’m not sure I like your odds.”
Bakugo couldn't muster a response. The tendrils around his hips and thighs forced a few half assed curses and poorly held back giggles from him. He arched his back, huffing when they pressed into the soft spaces inward next to his hips, ticklishly stroking down between his thighs. Oh shit.
“Agghh staha- Mmmhh. No mohore.” He murmured. His once silky ash blonde hair was now dark and matted, sticking to his eyes and head. “I-I— God, I fffucking can’t- I can’t d-do this shit anymore.” His body sizzled with heightened sensitivity. Even the breeze across his fucking feet tickled.
Deku looked at him for a moment before shaking his head slowly. “The game isn’t over yet.”
The tendrils found a ticklish tendon underneath and inward along his ass and inner thigh, and pressed into it. Bakugo barked out a surprised laugh and squirmed weakly.
Deku was silent as he teased that spot, longer than the pro hero thought he could tolerate.
“One more spot,” Deku announced, pushing his tendrils down over his thighs, creeping over the back of his ticklish knees, lingering there for a moment before tickling toward his calves. “Then round two starts.”
The tendrils slowly slithered down this calves, forcing him to half groan, half whine and bite his cheek. When they grazed over his Achilles heal and brushed down around the sides of his feet, Bakugo felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, energy he pointlessly wasted by yelling a stream of obscenities and fighting hard as he could. He’d never felt more helpless, he’d never been so tortured, he’d never felt as if he could be reduced to begging, but here he was, those sinful words dancing at the tip of his tongue, tempting him like food tempts a starved man.
All from tickling.
Blackwhip paused and Bakugo knew it was over. His fatigue caught up moments before and he stared at Deku with wide pleading eyes. Deku drank that up like a craved cigarette. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
Well, almost.
“Wait! Deku, wai-”
The rest of his plea fizzled and died on his lips.
He felt it everywhere and nowhere. Tendrils raced over and under his flailing toes, some scratched right underneath and along the stems and pads, more circled and scratched the balls of his feet, playing with the plump, overly sensitive pads. Additional ones scratched just at the creases underneath the balls, which at this point hadn’t been touched and absolutely drove him up the metaphorical wall of madness and hysteria. Others stroked up and down and side to side, playing along his creamy arches, paying special attention to the spot where the heel melts into the arch, while more circled and teased his heels. Two tickled and scratched along the sides of each foot, a few, Bakugo couldn't count, even tickled the tops of his feet along with some slowly stroked up and down this claves and two stragglers unfairly burrowing into the back of his knees.
Bakugo couldn't comprehend anything except how much it fucking tickled.
His mouth was wide open in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut, saturated with mirthful tears. When additional tendrils started stroking and alternating between the arches and balls of his feet, a switch flipped in him. He started bouncing up and down, moving the bench slightly as he tried to lift and drop his weight, trying to use pure strength to break it or at least flip it over. Aside from a few cracks and creaks, it was silent as he wasted precious, limited energy.
More at the top and sides. Extra in between the toes. Something evil goosed his ribs.
That was all he couldn't handle.
“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NONONONAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUUUCK! AHA AHAHA! AHAHHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOP!YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT ILL FUCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOUDEAAAAD! MMMGGHGHHMHMHMHMMMAAAAAH!! GOD! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!”
Pure, tortured belly laughter bellowed out of him like a fog horn. His laughter only evolved, turning pained and high pitched when the thing on his cock started vibrating.
“NOOO!”
The tendrils along his feet started slowing, sensually rubbing and tickling his toes. Electricity flitted through his dick, standing to attention within seconds.
Curses temporarily overwhelmed his laughter when Blackwhip wrapped around and pulled his toes back. The sweat coating Bakugo’s body created enough slip for the tendrils to wreak absolute havoc just along the undersides and stems of his toes, where the sensitive skin had been pulled and crueley exposed. Bakugo thrashed and screamed and spat and heaved, but nothing stopped it. Nothing topped it.
This time, Deku didn't edge, didn't relent, and didn't change the pace. Either Bakugo was going to cum like this, or he wasn't.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHESE! AHAHAHA! OOHGADDAMNITPLEEHEHESE!!”
“What are you begging for?” Deku inquired. Bakugo couldn't care that he was being mocked, couldn’t even take the few seconds of brain power to register or understand it.
“AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ST- AHAHAHA! MA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKFUCKFUCK I CAAAAA————”
Silence. Deku furrowed his brows and leaned forward, cupping a hand to his ear. “Hmm?”
“——————PAHA- PH- PLEHE- PLEHEHEHESE! WAHAHAH- WAIHIHIHT! NAHAHA I- I GOHOHAHAH! MMMMMMHHHHHFFFFFAAAGGHHHHH!!!”
The tickling hardly slowed as stars blurred his vision. A loud, animalistic moan burned his raw throat. He came hard, the tendrils slipping and sliding gleefully inside the wet toy.
Even after he was done, it continued for a few more seconds, prompting a loud continuous scream from him that only relented a few moments after everything truly stopped.
He collapsed, breathing so hard and deep that his chest ached.
He only knew one thing; He couldn't fucking handle this anymore.
Deku slow clapped and whistled. “Bet you never thought you could be tickled into an orgasm.”
Bakugo didn't respond, he hardly heard him. He flinched hard when the tendrils teasingly retracted from his reddened and raw feet, traveling up his trembling body once again.
Bakugo moaned. “N-no… Please…Just … please just stop.”
Deku shook his head and beamed. “The game isn’t over yet.”
Bakugo shook his head, entirely defeated. “No more.”
Deku eyes glittered, the emerald hue glowing as though the devil himself had possessed the soul behind them. “Remember,” Tendrils slithered up to his aching ribs. Bakugo gritted his teeth and pulled his arms. Deku’s eyes crinkled. “You cant cum in the same spot twice.”
Tendrils slipped under his arms, waving and stroking like wheat in the wind.
A noise, almost like a disgruntled whine slipped out of Bakugo. “Please. Deku, please just fucking stop this.”
More tendrils. Bakugo inhaled sharply. “I-I know what I di-did wahas fucked a-”
“Is that all it took?” Deku murmured, voice low. “Hours of tickle torture for you to realize that?”
“No!” Bakugo winced as tendrils spilled down his ribs. “Damn it! I’ve known, you fucktard! I- Fuck! I just- SHIHIT! Just- FUCK! Let me goddam taHAHAlk!”
“No.” Deku put a hand up, silencing the quivering blonde. “It might come as a shock to you, but I haven’t thought about what happened in a long time.”
Tracing along the heels of his feet. Bakugo cringed.
“I’ve wanted this for a while. To torture you, and make you beg.” Tendrils slipped into the hollows behind his knees. “To make you answer for each and every horrible thing you did to me, down to every dirty look.” Tendrils teased up his spine again, causing him to lurch forward as much as he could. “I wanted to break you and make you pay. I still do.” Tendrils ghosted down his arms, teasing the skin under his biceps. “Maybe one day, I’ll let you explain it to me. But right now,” Deku stood, straightening his back. All the tendrils lifted themselves from his body, pointing their tips over their respective spots.
“It turns out, I don’t give a shit.”
Tendrils burrowed into his underarms. As if he were being repeatedly tased with a stun gun, he convulsed and seized, immediately dissolving into loud, unrestrained guffaws. His entire being was now just a big ball of overly sensitized, ticklish nerves to which Blackwhip took full advantage of. It dug, scratched, wiggled, pinched and squeezed all over his body, the main event taking place in his armpits. He fell into silent laughter once, twice, three times within the span of a few minutes.
He couldn't fight when the toy started vibrating, when he felt more of Blackwhip dip into the sleeve of the toy, when the tendrils ghosting and tickling his thighs pinched and traced along his ass, and when tendrils teased the newfound egregious zones on his feet. He gave in to the torture, unable to protest when the freedom he had no chance of earning burned out of him for the fourth time.
Everything stopped. His head fell in misery.
Then snapped back up.
He felt it in his armpits, ribs, thighs, groin, feet, knees, calves, arms- everywhere.
Every spot Deku had learned was put to merciless use.
Bakugo’s screams echoed throughout the room, down the hall, and drifted outside, haunting the grounds like loitering ghosts.
He didn't know how long it took for him to finally pass out.
—
His eyes groggily flitted open.
It took a few minutes for his vision to fully come back to him. It took even longer for him to remember where he was. Eyes locked on the water damaged ceiling, his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. When his brain started to catch up with his body, he felt it.
Holy shit, he ached.
His throat felt chipped and raw, his head pounded hard at the side of his temples, his fucking ribs and stomach…
He groaned and pushed himself up, stomach muscles screaming as he held his head in his hand. One glance around the room and one more zap from his aching body confirmed that what happened to him wasn’t just a fucked up nightmare.
Catching a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, he turned his attention to the flimsy nightstand next to his bed. Three bottles of water were placed onto it, along with some dark steaming, floral smelling liquid inside of a beige mug with a spoon sticking out of it. In front of that was a bottle of Advil, a sandwich on a small, circular paper plate, and an envelope. All neatly placed together.
Any reservations he’d possessed about eating and drinking had been thwarted long ago, so he downed the first bottle in seconds as well as half of the second before deciding to swallow three Advils along with the rest. He placed the third bottle underneath the mattress and observed the contents of the mug, deciding it was tea. He took a tentative sip, sighing when the hot liquid velveted down his sore throat, soothing it and warming his stomach. A hint of ginger left a subtle, spicy tang and he could have sworn he tasted a bit of honey. He ate his sandwich as he sipped.
He didn't want to think about who left all of this stuff here for him, much less why. As far as he knew, everyone in this fucking place had access to his room and everyone was a damn scumbag for it.
His gaze turned to the envelope. He finished the tea, pulled the lip open, and pulled out something small and rectangular, wrapped in white tissue paper.
He tore the paper off and his stomach dropped.
“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”
It was old and worn. It looked exactly like his.
“PLEASE!”
It was Deku’s All Might trading card.
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There's no greater honor than have one of one's pieces cross into another medium through an artist one admires ç_ç This is appropriately sadistic but also sweet, and I can't get enough.
art i recently did of my most darling eddy inspired by the amazing fiction @wreckingtickles wrote for me (which you can read here) (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ thank you again for providing me with such delicious ideas to destroy my favorite with !! I feel like my urges are soundly satiated after illustrating his suffering ufufu~
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I'm not familiar with the top two characters, but Tamaki and Jinx imply insecurity, but maybe also strong loyalty to the people closest to you.
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These are my characters:
My characters: Shinji Hikari (NGE), Bojack Horseman (Bojack Horseman), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter).
I think they speak more to who I used to be than who I am now, but this is easier lol
Gosh I don't know anyone XD Absolutely no pressure guys. I'll tag @sallage, @wigglywormy, @bee--positive, @funolive, and @stantheuniquealchemist. If anyone would like me to remove them from these tags, let me know!
Making a tag game cause I can
Rules: post 4 fictional characters you relate to and assume something about the person you reblogged from based on their characters
No pressure tag! @sidneyoftheblackwoods @mqstermindswift @stars-and-birds @zenilvar @forever-chained-to-myself @themidnightarcher @skeelly @thepencilsnameissteve @thislove-taylorsversion @thislifeissweeterthanfiction @swiftieannah @a-pessimistic-swiftie @catastrxblues @jellycanon @what-about-wendy and anyone else who wants to join<3
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"Come to Denki's room. Hurry up. You've got to see this."
Deku gets this text from Kirishima and doesn't know how to interpret it, but naturally he complies.
When he opens the door to the 3rd floor, he is met with the sound of unholy cackling. Sounds like Bakugo's?
Yeah, he's in Kaminari's room laughing his head off, which doesn't bode well for Deku. But he also hears Kaminari mutter something and Kirishima chuckle, and he trusts the redhead, so he walks in.
He freezes in the doorway because what he sees just does not compute: Bakugo taped wrists and ankles to Kaminari's bed, his shirt having ridden up as the electric hero torments him with shocks that don't seem to be hurting him in the traditional sense, as he arches his back and releases a stream of cackles whenever Kaminari's fingers touch down.
Holy shit.
Kirishima and Sero are just laughing in the corner, notice Deku and wave him closer.
Kaminari says something about who really needs to work on his endurance, and Bakugo begins to apologize. Not just the once, he's apologizing profusely whenever Kaminari's shocks don't have him dissolving into laughter.
Deku is dumbfounded, Kiri explains they've found a way to make Baku apologize. Would Midoriya like to have a go? He's the one who Bakugo owes the biggest apology to.
Hearing that, Denki actually pulls back, says he'll short-circuit if he doesn't.
Naturally, instead of recovering, Bakugo insults and threatens everyone present, including Deku, says he'll never apologize to that nerd, that all of them are a disgrace, the usual.
Something comes over Deku. He walks closer to Bakugo and just digs his knuckles into his ribcage, and Bakugo just screeches. That was already a death spot when they were younger, but it seems to have gotten worse.
Sero, Kami, and Kiri are speechless.
The next two hours see Bakugo switching from laughing his head off to making death threats, with no in-betweens.
Deku first tests all the spots and methods he remembers from when they were younger, jotting down the differences in his trusty notebook. He's in full mad scientist mode, he pulls Bakugo's shirt over his head for unfettered access to his upperbody, takes off his socks, even slips his hands up Bakugo's shorts to tickle his inner thighs.
But that's not all. With a perfectly calm tone, he shakes the three stooges out of their reverie and has them run all over the dorms to retrieve items for him: pens, markers, combs, hairbrushes, combs, dusters, loofah sponges, paintbrushes, make-up brushes, forks, chopsticks, toothbrushes (electric and non), guitar picks, scalp massagers, lotion, Koda's grooming glove, and many more.
The effectiveness of every single one of these items is tested on Bakugo and duly noted.
He also has Denki and Kiri use their Quirks to test where they work best. Bakugo tells them not to dare, so of course they happily comply, and from that moment on keep him busy whenever Deku is taking notes.
He even has Sero gag Bakugo when his threats/begging causes him to lose focus ("Isn't the point to make him apologize?" "He can do that later. Now he can start atoning."), then just resumes what he was doing.
After those two hours, Deku looks exhausted, like he's just produced the most monumental brainchild. Bakugo is also a mess, but for a different reason.
He's not completely worn out, though, because Deku didn't overindulge: he was content with using each tool only long enough to figure out how well it worked.
Then they hear knocking: Kirishima has forwarded a video of Deku wrecking Bakugo to everyone else in their class.
To everyone's surprise, Todoroki is at the door. He offers no explanation, he just makes a beeline for Bakugo's upperbody and starts digging into it.
It's clear he's not the most skilled, but his aloof stare and demeanor are the fun kind of unsettling for everyone other than Bakugo.
Sero decides to help him out, jokes that Bakugo can apologize to both of them together.
Kami offers Todo Deku's notes, and Todo accepts, tests out a few recommended techniques and items.
He also adds a new one: ice cubes - his fingers, more exactly.
Yeah, they also work.
When it looks like Bakugo is about to pass out, they take off his tape gag.
Bakugo says exactly one word: "Sorry."
Todoroki shrugs. He didn't want an apology, he just thought it'd be fun.
Then they hear knocking. A small line has formed outside the door.
Bakugo tries to protest and is promptly gagged again.
Aoyama and Ojiro are let in first. They have also come to collect their apologies.
They both refuse Deku's notes: Ojiro tickles Bakugo's feet with his hands and his thighs with his tails, then switches; Aoyama takes Bakugo's upperbody, using his hands but also keeping a low-power laser trained on Bakugo's stomach, and yeah, the pulses tickle a lot (not as much as Denki's Quirk, but better than his fingers would on that spot).
When they're satisfied, Bakugo is ungagged again and yeah, he aplogizes to them, unsurprisingly.
But if Bakugo thought the worst was past...
Next up it's Iida and Tokoyami. Oh, and Mineta has sent a group text, recommends blindfolding Bakugo too. Sero does just that.
Tokoyami takes Bakugo's upperbody, except it's not just him: he also summons Black Shadow, so there are two pairs of hands tickling Bakugo's torso. Tokoyami even draws inspiration from Deku's notes.
Meanwhile, everyone gets an answer to why Iida brought a bucket full of soap water: he takes a pen and begins doodling on Bakugo's feet. No, not doodling: he writes every single infraction Bakugo has ever committed on his soles. And when he runs out of room, he takes a scrubbing brush, dips it into the water, scrubs Bakugo's feet clean, and starts again.
It is even worse for Bakugo than before, and those two go on even longer, well past the point he'd say anything to make them stop. Then, they both politely greet their classmates and take their leave...
And Shoji comes in. He simply states, "One of you can have his feet. I'll take everywhere else."
Deku and Kiri are the only ones who haven't gotten an apology yet, but Kiri tells Deku he can go: he still needs to text the girls, then even class B might want its turn...
So, Bakugo is left with a giant with countless hands and a grudge + a single-minded nerd who knows everything about how to wreck him. He can't see them and can't beg.
A full hour passes before they stop. Suffice to say, Bakugo will be a changed man after this experience. And it may not be the last one...
Haii :) Can you do a Drabble with the bullet points about Bakugou? Maybe Kiri and Kami find out he’s ticklish and although they’re scared (or maybe not Maybe they’re getting revenge for something Baku did) and they attack and destroy him? I ok w/ non con/ Intense tickles// :D
This nestles very nicely into a bullet-point drabble I'd already planned to write (since a story would take way too much effort) based on an ask @sallage sent me some time ago, where Bakugo's classmates get revenge on him.
It will be super short so don't expect anything much, but I'll probably post it in the next few days :-)
#mha tickle#bnha tickle#tickle content#tickletorture#ticklish!bakugo#ticklish!bakugou#lee!bakugo#lee!bakugou
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Haii :) Can you do a Drabble with the bullet points about Bakugou? Maybe Kiri and Kami find out he’s ticklish and although they’re scared (or maybe not Maybe they’re getting revenge for something Baku did) and they attack and destroy him? I ok w/ non con/ Intense tickles// :D
This nestles very nicely into a bullet-point drabble I'd already planned to write (since a story would take way too much effort) based on an ask @sallage sent me some time ago, where Bakugo's classmates get revenge on him.
It will be super short so don't expect anything much, but I'll probably post it in the next few days :-)
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