#mha tickle

[feathergil]

THE SILLIES!!! (platonic — please don’t tag as ship)

[tickly-giggles]

Anticipation~

Also, I have a headcanon that the parts of Dabi's skin that aren't scarred up are extremely sensitive. Like, more than they would've been without the scars. So he's likely feeling a boat load of phantom tickles right now :3c

[rachi-roo]

Lil prankster got, got!

I will forever love these two goobers (*⌒３⌒*) Denki is facing punishment for his crimes at the hands of the manliest-man out here! His crime? Probably something devious XD

[featherstreams]

Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari see a fun ticklish trick online and decide to try it out on Bakugou. He could use a smile after all! (Based on this video, can't find the original)

Lers: Kirishima, Kaminari

Lee: Bakugou

Word Count: 1,104

Warnings!: Cursing (it's Bakugou sooo)

Notes: Presentingggg... My first published tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing this!! This scenario has been stuck in my head for months😅 I hope you enjoy!!💚

~ Part Two ~

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"This is stupid."

"Come on, Bakubro! I know you'll love it!" Kirishima replied enthusiastically to Bakugou's disgruntled words.

"The fuck do you mean I'll love it? I'm not letting you stick some dumb piece of wood... Where do you even want to put it?"

Kirishima had to wack Kaminari, who was standing dutifully beside him, to stop him from saying whatever dumb comeback he knew the electric hero was planning. If they wanted this to work, they needed Bakugou not to explode Kaminari first.

The two friends had seen the idea on TikTok the other day and both immediately wanted to try it out. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they wanted Bakugou to be their victim. All they needed to do was convince the angry blonde to let them get through the first step of this.

"It goes through the arms of your shirt," Kaminari said with a grin, holding up the broomstick pole they'd found around back near the trash, since it was missing the actual broom part on one end. It was perfect for their plan. "It's this strength test we found online. The way the pole holds your arms makes it really hard to break it!"

"Only a few skilled people have managed to do it!" Kirishima cut in with a shark toothed grin. "We thought you could do it too! Unless you aren't up for the challenge?"

And just like Kirishima expected, that hooked the interest of their hotheaded friend, and he knew Bakugou was on board.

"Hah?!" Bakugou boomed, palms flickering. "Of course I'm up for your shitty challenge! Do it!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared knowing grins. Kaminari passed the pole to Kirishima, who stepped forward to his other blond friend.

“Awesome man! You just gotta raise your arms so I can put this through. Straight up, there you go, like that!" He grinned and stepped around to push the pole through the sleeve of Bakugou's raised right arm. With a bit of maneuvering, it slid all the way through to the other side, slightly visible through the opposite sleeve. Bakugou stood there now, t-posed, looking his new position over with a calculated, slightly disgruntled expression.

"Perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima stepped back. "Can you move?"

Bakugou shifted on his feet, flexing his hands. He pulled, his arms visibly bulging against the sleeves, but they didn't move. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

"Damn it!" He growled, jerking his shoulders and twisting his arms.

"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Are you stuck?"

"I'm not fucking stuck!" Bakugou yelled, glaring at his arms. "I just gotta - Get the right angle, and-" he grunted, but still nothing.

"Hmm... I think he might be stuck. What do you think, Kirishima?" Kaminari asked, turning to his friend.

"I think he's stuck, Kaminari," Kirishima agreed, his tone exaggerated and cheery. Bakugou had frozen now, squinting at the two boys, who's tones had taken on a... suspicious note.

"Hmm... Maybe we should help him, then. What do you think?" Kaminari asked Kirishima again, who couldn't help but grin back.

"I think we should! After all, we can't just leave him like that, right? Who knows what some people might do while... he's in a position like that," Kirishima purred, now looking at the explosive hero.

"Touch me and die." Bakugou growled, expression the normal shade of angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, however, giving away his nerves. Kirishima merely smirked. A glance showed that Denki was doing the same.

Bakugou bolted.

Or, well... He tried. He didn't get very far due to the awkward upper body position and the fact that he'd worn socks on floors made for anything but. He skidded his way across the common room, running for the dorm area and the elevator- not that he knew what he'd do if he even made it- but an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him to an abrupt stop. He was caught. And then there were hands pinching up his sides, and Bakugou broke into immediate snickers.

"Stop- Kirishima, lehehet me g-go you- nahahaha!!" He tried to pull his arms to his sides to protect himself, but he was stuck fast, his elbows only managing a few inches towards the ground before being stopped by that blasted piece of wood in his sleeves.

The arm around his waist, Kirishima's arm, disappeared, but Bakugou couldn't run, legs too shaky from the ticklish attack. Kaminari had joined in now, and the two successfully tickled their victim to the floor.

Kirishima and Kaminari got the explosion boy on his back, and the redhead dutifully straddled him. Kaminari found a nice place behind him near Bakugou's kicking legs. Bakugou threw his head back against the floor, laughter overtaking him despite his obvious attempts to hold it back. This position was so vulnerable, and with Kirishima pinching along his ribs like that, and Kaminari now squeezing his thighs, oh god fuck-

"STAHAHAHA-! I'LL KILL YOUHUHU WHEN I GEHET OUT OF THIS YOU- NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK!!"

"Wow, someone's looking a little ticklish," Kirishima teased, dancing his fingers in the spaces between Bakugou's ribs. This earned him a yelp and more laughter, bringing contagious giggles to the lips of the readhead as a result. Then Bakugou was snorting, his squirming picking up as Kaminari let out a giggle behind him.

"Kiri, look! I found a snort button!" Kaminari exclaimed. He gave Bakugou's upper thighs a few more firm squeezes, and Kiri was delighted when Bakugou once again delved into snorting laughter, head thrown back and nose scrutched in the most adorable way.

"Awww, how cute!" Kirishima cooed.

"IHIHIM NOT CUTE YOU LITTLE- NAAAHAHA NONONONOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" Bakugou squealed when Kirishima's devious fingers found his unprotected death spot between his ribs and his underarms, throwing him into shrieking laughter. The occasional snort broke through thanks to Kaminari's tickle work, earning fond smiles from both of his assailants each time.

This lasted for quite a few minutes, only interrupted at last after Kaminari got a flailing knee to the chin after activating his tickle shocks into the sensitive skin of Bakugou’s thighs.

"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked, looking over his shoulder with concern as Bakugou caught his breath underneath him, finally granted reprive.

"Fine, fine- ouch. Jeez, Bakugou, you pack a mean kick," Denki replied, massaging his jaw.

"Wehell, that's what you get for tickling me, dunce face!!" Bakugou snapped back, still breathless. "Get off of me shitty hair!! And get this fucking thing out of my shirt already! I've fucking got splinters from this stupid piece of wood."

"You're awfully bossy for someone in your position," Kirishima replied, raising a brow at the demands. "I don't think we've tickled him out quite yet, Kamibro."

"Apparently not! And anyways, I need a bit of revenge now that you've kicked me like that..." Kaminari said from behind, the smirk evident in his voice.

"What? You fuckers, touch me again and I'll kill yOU- NAHAHAHA WAHAIT NO NONO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! NOHOHOHAHAHA!!"

"Tickle tickle, Bakugou~"

Suffice to say, it was a good, long while before Bakugou was released from the two boys' tickly clutches, panting, red faced, and indeed finding splinters in his skin when the wood staff was finally removed from his shirt. The pair was both were well aware that they would be dying later on once their blond friend had regained his strength, but until then, at least they knew the trick had been a success.

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

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

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - New Spot

Summary: When Hawks discovers that you have ticklish underarms

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 431

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Hawks had announced to you that he had been taken leave for only a few days from hero work. You want to spend every moment with him while you can and what better way to spend time than to watch a movie on the couch.

As you and Hawks were watching a movie, his chest was pressed up against your back and his arm wrapped around you. You haven’t noticed that his fingers were softly tickling your forearm. It was feeling a little ticklish but nice at the same time that it was enough to make you smile and twitch.

Hawks leaned over to see your expression. “You smiling? Why are you smiling?” He said with a teasing tone and tickled your arm more. “Pfft! Ehehehehehehehehehe Hahahahahawks!” You squealed and tried to pull your arm to your chest but Hawks grabbed your wrist to keep your arm still.

“Aww, my baby bird is ticklish~” He said in a singing voice as his fingers went further up your arm until he reached your underarm. You let out a squeak and laughed louder. “NO PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!”

Hawks stopped for a second. “Well, you never told about this spot. Have you been hiding it from me? Yeah?”

He suddenly lifted your arm and dug his fingers in your armpit. You thrashed and kicked your legs as you screamed out beautiful strings of laughter.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hawks thought up a way to keep you close was to wrap his legs around yours and made sure to hold you tightly as he kept tickling your armpit.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAWKS PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

You wiggled around as much as you could to hopefully escape from Hawks’ trap but your strength was weakened by his tickles. He leaned closely to your ear and whispered, “Is it too ticklish, little bird?~”

His warm breath and the soft blowing from his mouth tickled your ear. You couldn’t help but burst into more fits of laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAWKS! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHORE!”

Hawks chuckled mischievously, thoroughly enjoying your reaction. He finally relented and ceased his tickling assault. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you a break.” You took deep breaths, trying to catch your breath while a wide smile spread across your face. “That was... that was so much,”

Hawks grinned, satisfied with the outcome of his playful torment. “Well, you have to admit, it was kind of fun seeing you squirm like that,” He replied then pressed his face against your neck with a playful growl. You squeaked and scrunched your shoulders. You realized your going to be there for a while.

[sleepysheepytea]

Hi!! First, I hope you’re doing well! Second, yay requests!! I’ve been craving some lee Kirishima lately- 🦋💖 Maybe something with lee Kirishima and maybe ler Midoriya. Maybe he’s trying to see how long he can last being tickled without hardening? Feel free to say yes or no and be sure to hydrate!

yeeeeeeeee!!

[sallage]

Red

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 3

Warning: This is a tickle fic! - Crossed boundaries and ignored safe word.

Summary: With a renewed sense of determination, Bakugo prepares for his first round of training with Kirishima. Set up like an interrogation, Bakugo must try to withstand the pressure and make it through the full 20 minutes without giving in or giving up.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Kirishima 

Words: 4,372

Reading Time: 17 Minutes 

A/N: So I lied and posted this earlier then I said I would which technically is still super late. I’ll admit I did not proof read this so it might be sloppy but I finished it and wanted it out there haha.

I'm going to sound like a broken record but I'm probably never going to be fully okay with the stories I post. I'll always be wishing I could either pump more into it, be more descriptive, stay true to characters, or add more dialogue. There will always be something I wish I can do or change, but then I wouild never post anything.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy! LOL

Read more ∘₊✧ Here ✧₊∘

Bakugo scowled at the clock as the minutes ticked by with relentless consistency. His gaze was unwavering in its focus as his eyes fixed on the hands, watching as they spun around the clock face in a slow revolution.

With each passing minute, the dread of meeting up with Kirishima for training weighed heavier and heavier upon his shoulders, and though he tried to resist, he could feel the pressure mounting for him to leave, sooner rather than later.

With the encounter in the forest still fresh in his mind, Bakugo felt a surge of renewed energy running through his body. There was a new fire burning within him, an intense and searing flame that would not be easily extinguished.

A knock at the door pulled Bakugo out of his introspective thoughts and set him on a trajectory for confrontation. He threw open the door, his aggressive eyes immediately finding Deku in the doorway, hand still stuck in the knocking position. Their gazes locked in a tense moment before Deku slowly lowered his hand.

“Hey,” Deku took a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I’m just reminding you about training. You should have left already.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “I know what time it is.”

He closed the door behind him and walked out.

Midoriya followed close behind. 

“We’re working on endurance today. We’re going to give you a code and you have to hold onto it for 20 minutes.” 

Bakugo’s scowl was his only response.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, the two rivals a healthy distance between one another before Midoriya worked up the nerve to speak again.

“I know this is… not what you’re used to,” Midoriya sighed, looking for words that wouldn’t get him pummeled. “Anyway, we’re all here for you.”

“Just… shut up.” Bakugo cringed. The lack of angst in his voice wasn't lost on Midoriya. His friend was nervous and didn't want to be catered to.

 After walking in silence for a bit longer, one sideways glance at the blonde told him all he needed to know about what his friend was silently wondering. 

“It’s at Ground Beta in one of the buildings towards the end of the campus. We got permission to use it and it’s far enough away that no one will hear you.” 

Bakugo scoffed but Midoriya swore he saw a bit of tension leave the blonde’s shoulders.

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

—

Once inside the building, they walked down a flight of stairs and entered the basement where Kirishima and Kaminari were lounging on a couple of bean bags playing Nintendo switches.

The boys paused their game and greeted them with energetic hellos. Bakugo looked past them and saw a random table next to a thick metal chair positioned right in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the arms and legs.

He resisted the urge to react as a bolt of nervous energy speared through him.

“Where’s Sero and Todoroki?” Midoriya wondered.

An irritated sigh sounded next to him.

“We figured Bakugo didn’t want people watching him get absolutely wrecked.” Kaminari teased with a smug smile, earning a growl from Bakugo. “Kiri lugged the chair up and I brought the bean bags and Switches. I guessed you were going to be late.”

“Besides,” Kirishima started before Bakugo could retort. “Todoroki’s got the next one, they’re going to be sparring.”

Bakugo’s lips quirked at that. He could already picture himself blasting that half and half bastard into oblivion.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari waved to get his attention. “You got your murder eyes on!” 

Bakugo looked at Kaminari and then back to Kirishima. “You idiots don’t expect me to sit in that.” He jerked his chin towards the center of the room.

Kirishima’s face tightened. “Yeah, sorry man. All that matters is that it can hold you without breaking or moving. It’s pretty heavy duty.” 

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Whatever.” 

Midoriya clapped his hands. “I’m going to head back. I’ll see you guys after!” He waved as he exited the room. 

“Hey, wait up!” Kaminari put a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, leaned in and whispered something into Bakugo’s ear. With another encouraging slap that earned a sneer, Kaminari disappeared up the stairs after Midoriya.

Once the sound of their footfalls faded, Kirishima turned to Bakugo.

“Alright!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and gesturing towards the chair. “Let’s get started!”

Bakugo stood firm in his place, defiantly staring down at the chair and refusing to budge. He couldn't explain it, but he just could not bring himself to sit down. His body refused to obey the mental command. It was as if his pride and stubbornness had taken over and would not allow him to surrender to that damn chair.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima tilted his head. “You need to-” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” Bakugo snapped.

“Okay, then what’s stopping you?”

Bakugo's pride and stubbornness continued to war within him, keeping him on the brink of either giving in or resisting even further.

On one hand, a part of him could not bring himself to compromise his pride and dignity by losing control and being reduced to a blubbering mess in front of one of the only people he respected. And on the other hand, standing his ground and continuing to resist meant giving up completely and admitting defeat.

He was finding himself stuck in this weird state of limbo where he knew what he needed to do but physically could not make himself do it.

Kirishima was quick to notice the internal struggle that Bakugo was grappling with.

“We don’t have to do this.”

No responce.

Kirishima recognized that Bakugo's desire to not participate wasn’t a complete one. The blonde still stood there within the presence of the chair, which meant there was still some potential in convincing him to follow through. Kiri knew that all Bakugo needed was a slight push in the right direction.

Kirishima adopted a more challenging tone and delivered a playful smirk, knowing Bakugo's pride was the key. “I get why you might not want to do it. It might be too intense for you.”

Bakugo met kirishima’s stare, uncharacteristically quiet.

“I saw how you were in the forest,” Kirishima continued, shrugging. “If I were you, I probably couldn't handle it either. Lets go back.” He began walking towards the exit, but a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the other didn't follow.

Kirishima paused at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms over his chest.

Bakugo mumbled a few curses before walking up and plopping into the cold chair. Kirishima with a smile full of pride for his friend, rushed over to his side.

One look at the red head’s face and Bakugo was looking away with an eye roll. “This is just to prove your dumbass wrong.”

Kirishima shrugged and went to work, efficiently securing Bakugo's wrists and ankles to the four points of the chair. He took a few steps back to survey his work. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist letting out a slight chuckle at the scowl on Bakugo's face.

“Okay, try to get out.”

Bakugo grumbled and attempted to tug at the cuffs but the sturdy restraints didn’t give an inch. Bakugo's brows drew together as he wrenched at them harder. The cuffs were much sturdier than he anticipated, and he realized that the wiggle room he would typically get with thinner restraints was not an option due to the thick cuffs covering most of his wrists.

As he wrenched at them one more time, he was met with the same result and he realized that without the use of his quirk, he was truly stuck.

Bakugo felt a tug of uneasiness deep within him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it doubt? Nervousness? Anxiety? Or was it something else altogether? He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it was something that he didn't particularly like.

Kirishima nodded encouragingly. “Ready?”

Bakugo attempted to maintain a bored and unbothered demeanor. “I’m not doing this role play garbage with you.”

Kirishima took out his phone and started the timer. 

Twenty Minutes.

He placed it on the table so they both could see it.

“We’re not roleplaying. Kaminari gave you a code and you’re not supposed to tell me.”

Bakugo scowled and tested the restraints again.

“I’ll ask nicely first,” 

Bakugo's face warped into a mix of a cringe and a scowl as Kirishima moved to stand directly in front of him.

“What did Kaminari tell you?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.” 

Kirishima just smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked around the blonde’s chair. Bakugo found himself feeling a small twinge of relief as he no longer had to look at Kirishima, but this small comfort was soon replaced with a sensation of unease as Kirishima pushed two strong hands through the little gaps between the blonde’s sides and arms, leaving them poised to strike.

His body tensed.

But his expression remained unchanging as Kirishima pinched his sides repeatedly.

Even though Kirishima believed the blonde was just saving face, he was still surprised by the lack of reaction. He thought back to the forest, trying to remember what it was that initially set him off.

Then, it hit him.

He stopped the harsh poking and pinching and changed his approach, softly tracing his fingers over the fabric of Bakugo's shirt.

Bakugo's body stiffened and twitched as his muscles convulsed under the touch of Kirishima's tracing fingertips, which the red head took as a small victory.

There it was.

He continued the gentle approach, moving his tracing and scratching motions inward towards the the inner edges of Bakugo's sides where they turned into his stomach.

Bakugo's jaw was tight, then he bit down on the inside of his cheek. The gentle touch and light scribbles were making him flinch as his muscles began to twitch in response. Every time Kirishima's fingers moved across his skin, Bakugo's body reacted, causing him to bite his cheek harder to suppress them.

Kirishima's fingers shifted lower to Bakugo's waist and began teasing the space above his hips, right above the waistline of his pants, prompting the explosive blonde to let out a small twitch and perform some subtle micro-movements which Kirishima was quick to notice. Kirishima then moved his hands down to Bakugo's hips and hovered over them, motionless.

Bakugo clenched his teeth. “Stop messing with m-” 

Kirishima pressed his thumbs deep into Bakugo's hips, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The intense and invasive prodding caused Bakugo to let out a soft groan before jerking his wrists and tugging at the cuffs in a moment of weakness.

Kirishima smiled triumphantly.

“I’m barely touching you, man.”

Kirishima found himself almost giddy with amusement, knowing he had the perfect thing to push Bakugo's buttons. Of course, he was well aware of Bakugo's fiery personality and explosive nature, but nothing had ever come close to shaking his composure or forcing him to let loose.

This newfound knowledge was proving to be quite valuable, and Kirishima couldn't help but wonder just how effective it would prove to be in keeping the unpredictable blonde in check in the future. It gave him a huge rush of accomplishment and satisfaction to realize how much he had thrown Bakugo's composure out the window with just the slight twitch of his fingers.

“Shut up.” Bakugo growled. 

Kirishima increased the pressure on his thumbs and sped up the movement, digging harder into Bakugo's hips. Bakugo's legs strained in effort and he let out a quick gasp, his breath starting to come in shorter and sharper inhales.

Kirishima didn’t even try to suppress the smirk on his face. “You just gotta tell me what Kaminari told you.” 

Bakugo could hear the amusement in Kirishima’s tone.

“What the hell are you smiling about?”

Kirishima snickered behind him and the blonde’s face grew red.

“Wipe that smirk off your damn face!”

Kirishima tutted. “You’re not really in a position to be making threats, you know.”

“You think I give a shit? I’ll wipe that stupid smirk off yo- GAH!”

Kirishima teased his way up towards the bottom of Bakugo's ribs, pushing past his attempt to speak. Bakugo tensed up and gripped the chair, awaiting the attack that-

Didn't come. 

Kirishima shifted, bringing his fingers back to Bakugo's hips and starting again with the slow, subtle, and teasing touches. Each time Kirishima seemed like he was beginning to attack Bakugo's ribs, he would quickly and smoothly transition back to the hips.

The constant shifting between the two points was causing Bakugo to flinch and spasm each time Kirishima faked out an attack.

The repetitive tickling motion was beginning to have a cumulative effect on Bakugo. The constant upward jerking of his body each time Kirishima's fingers danced closer to his ribs caused Bakugo's temper to flair.

Bakugo shouted out an expletive when Kirishima baited him yet again. Losing a toehold on his temper.

"Stop fucking with me," he shouted, his rage boiling over, "You're pissing me off!"

Bakugo was already on edge from the teasing and prodding, so when Kirishima shrugged and suddenly launched into an outright offensive attack on his lower rib cage, he let out a loud shout of surprise.

“FUHUCK!” Bakugo bit down on his lip and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold in his laughter while Kirishima continued to relentlessly strike the soft and sensitive points on his lower rib cage.

Bakugo tried to cover the area by turning in his elbows, but he was tightly confined in place. Bakugo let out frustrated gasps and grunts in lieu of giggles as Kirishima continued to hit those sweet spots.

Kirishima was playing for keeps now, his expression serious and focused as he relentlessly pursued Bakugo's lower ribcage.

With his eyes starting to water from suppressing his laughter and the relentless attack from Kirishima's fingers, he glanced frantically around the room, searching for some type of distraction that could take his mind off the tickling. He set his eyes on Kirishima’s phone. 

Fifteen minutes left.

He knew that he was running out of time to keep any sort of composure and preserve any scrap of dignity he had left.

Unfortunately, Kirishima couldn't let that happen.

Kirishima adjusted his grip and spread out his fingers to provide himself with more of a surface area to work with. He quickly began to viciously burrow his fingers into Bakugo's ribcage, aggressively rubbing and vibrating them in a large circular motion with speed and intensity.

“AHHHAhahahaha!”

Bakugo arched his back and let out a loud burst of laughter, his restraint nearly completely broken as he was unable to hold back his reaction, caught off guard by Kirishima actually following through with the attack this time. 

Kirishima finally succeeded in pushing Bakugo close to the edge, and the explosive blonde’s embarrassment was evident in the way he wrenched at his bonds.

The red head was determined to see this through to the end, inching further and further up towards the spot he knew would make Bakugo spill all the marbles. The laughter became louder and more desperate as Kirishima moved closer to the sensitive area, causing Bakugo to struggle against the cuffs even harder.

Instead, Kirishima suddenly dropped his fingers back down to Bakugo's hips and started applying as much ticklish pressure as possible, pressing hard into the sensitive areas on the inside of the explosive blonde’s hips. Kirishima felt like he was getting close as Bakugo bucked and tried and failed to contain his laughter, spluttering and trying pull away from the excruciatingly ticklish sensations.

“ShihIHIHT! YOU MAHTHER FAHAHAHAKER! AGHH! STAHAHAHAP!”

“You know what you gotta tell me to make it stop!”

Bakugo continued to buck and pull on his arms and legs, desperate to get away from the maddening sensations. Kirishima continued his relentless attack on Bakugo's hips, keeping the pressure steady.

Bakugo could only manage a few inches of movement and Kirishima kept pace, not letting his friend have even a moment of respite.

“STAHAHAHHAP, KIRISHIMA DAMN IT! FAAAHAHAHAHAK!”

“Tell me!” Kirishima had to yell over Bakugo’s laughter so he could hear him. “Give it up and I’ll stop!”

Bakugo shook his head and slammed it against the headrest, his movements getting more desperate and wild as he tried to find some type of relief. Kirishima shifted himself forward and pushed his arms further through the gaps in the chair before moving down to the spaces below Bakugo's hips at the top of his thighs.

He used four fingers on each side to really dig into the ticklish blonde’s pelvis. Bakugo groaned as if he was experiencing some type of pain and tried to fold in on himself, lifting his shoulders only a few inches off of the backrest.

“AAAHHH! KIRISHIMA! DAMN IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL KIHIHIHIL YOU! AAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“The code-”

“FAHAH- FUCK YOU! I CAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHNT REHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

His laughter spiked when Kirishima squeezed his thighs, his voice getting hoarse.

“NOHOHOHO! SHIT STAHAHAHAP! WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK!”

Kirishima stopped. Bakugo slumped, he felt sweat pool around his head and slide down his back. His eyes closed and his breathing was fast.

Time must have been up.

“Was- Was that tiiIIMMMAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! NAAHAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shoved his hands into the blonde’s armpits, causing his body to seize as if he had been struck by lightning. The intense and relentless rubbing and undulating of Kirishima's fingers caused a sensation that Bakugo did not expect, forcing him to let loose and release an unusually high-pitched scream as his body was overrun with intense, indescribable tickles.

The suddenness of Kirishima's move straight up overwhelmed Bakugo, and he struggled to clamp his arms down and move his body away, but the restraints simply would not budge. 

“AHHH! AHA AHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Kirishima watched Bakugo lose all composure. His laughter shifted to a grueling and desperate note, and Kirishima could see his resolve completely crumble when his eyebrows lifted and it looked like he was completely lost in the sensations. But Kirishima didn't relent, determined to tickle the information he needed out of his friend.

“RED! REHEHEHEHED! KIRISHIMA RED! I FAAHAHAHAHA- I FOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA THAHAHA- NAAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shook his head. Bakugo had the code and could easily end it at any instant, but he didn’t, instead using his safe word as a cop out.

Kirishima decided that he would have to give the code and only the code, admitting full defeat in the challenge, or Kirishima would continue until he truly gave up or until the twenty minutes were up.

He refused to give the blonde any kind of bragging rights, especially if he didn't deserve it. 

“Come on, man! You know you need to give up the code!”

Bakugo shook his head and repeatedly slammed his shoulders against the backrest. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Kirishima looked at the timer. 

Ten minutes left.

There was still time.

Kirishima moved his fingers downward slowly, and Bakugo's eyes shot open and his struggling intensified dramatically. The pitch of Bakugo's laughter began to rise in intensity and echo loudly through the basement, the sound magnified by the close walls and low ceilings.

Though he was moving his hands slowly towards the spot he knew Bakugo just could not stand, Kirishima was determined to reach the ultimate goal and cause his friend to completely give up.

“NO! NONONAHAHAHAHA! KIRI! WAIT- STAHAHAHP! AHH! NO DOHOHONT!”

When Kirishima finally hit it, the spot on his upper ribs right underneath his arms, there was a moment of silence as the blonde jerked violently in his restraints.

Then Bakugo screamed.

“AAAHHHHH AHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

He banged his head against the headrest and violently pulled on his arms, the skin peaking through underneath the cuffs red and scratched. He bucked his hips and tried to twist his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, baby explosions shooting out of them. But Kirishima kept going, knowing Bakugo was approaching his limit if not already there. He dug in harder and wiggled his fingers faster. 

“KIRIHIHIHHIHI———————— AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! REHEHE ——————————! STAHAHAHA——————————!  I CAHAH——————————!” 

As Bakugo's body was transported into the realm of silent laughter, tears flowed freely down his burning face. As if it were possible, the blonde struggled even harder against the restraints, his struggles becoming increasingly violent and frenetic as his body jerked and slammed around, slightly scooting the heavy chair. Bakugo's explosions grew in size, slowly expanding and beginning to sting Kirishima's skin.

For a moment, Kirishima regarded Bakugo’s dramatic reactions with confusion, wondering why he didn't just give up if it was that unbearable. Kirishima lightened his touch at the thought considering calling off the entire thing and giving his friend a break.

Then Bakugo took a rare breath and screamed.

“CEREAL! THE DAHAHAHAHMN CODE- IT’S CEREAL!’ NOHOW FUCKING STAAAHAAHAHAHHAHAP!”

Kirishima quickly backed off and dropped his hands. Bakugo dropped into the chair in a deep slump and breathed hard, his body exhausted and yet somehow continued to buzz with adrenaline. He kept his eyes shut and let out a loud and deep groan, attempting to collect himself as his aching body continued to respond with twitches and jolts to strong phantom tickles. His face and neck were flushed, and the small beads of sweat dripped off his hair, betraying the exertion he had just endured.

After a few minutes, Kirishima chewed his lip and spoke quietly. “You okay, man?”

Kirishima didn't receive any verbal response. 

He stood up and circled the chair, leaning over take a look at Bakugo from the side. The blonde looked horrible. His face and neck were all sweaty and he completely collapsed into that chair as if he were boneless.

Kirishima had a gut wrenching, agonizing feeling that he had inadvertently pushed his friend too far. It didn't feel like it even mattered at this point whether Bakugo was being honest or using the safe word merely as a cop-out in order to avoid a full concession of defeat. One look at his friend, and Kirishima knew he should have stopped. 

But why didn't he just give up the damn code?

“Why did you use the safe word instead of giving up the code?”

Again, no verbal response.

“Bakugo, answer me.”

“Don't give me orders.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Bakugo!”

“I forgot the fucking code.” Bakugo admitted coldly, spitting the words out like acid. 

Kirishima blanched.

There was too much going on, his mind must have been in shambles.

Bakugo regarded his look of sympathy with a disgusted scoff. “I ended up remembering it so it doesn't fucking matter.”

Kirishima was speechless. Bakugo had reached his limit long before he stopped, and he kept going. Guilt pounded into his chest like a jackhammer. Of course he would use the safe word if he forgot. 

It was a fucking safe word.

If Bakugo had any trust in him, Kirishima felt it dissolve like cotton candy dipped in water.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shut up. I don't want to hear it.”

“But-”

“I said to shut it, damn it!”

Sighing and turning his head, Kirishima understood that if he tried to push, it would only make things worse. Instead, he looked at his phone.

two minutes remained on the clock.

“You lasted a long time.”

Bakugo coughed, still looking exhausted. “No I didn’t, you idiot.”

Kirishima let silence hang in the air as he started undoing the cuffs.

Once freed, Bakugo stood out of the chair and stretched. 

Then they exited the basement together in silence.

—

 The air between Kirishima and Bakugo was thick as the two of them walked back to the main sidewalk in complete silence. Bakugo looked down toward the ground, keeping his hands in his pockets, appearing to be deep in thought. Kirishima kept side eyeing him, the expression on the blonde’s face unreadable.

Kirishima remained silent for the remainder of walk and allowed the tension to build and linger in the air, letting Bakugo stew in his own thoughts and emotions.

Once they reached the dorms, Kirishima whirled on Bakugo before he could reach for the handle on the front door.

“Look man, I know you don’t wanna hear it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn't stop. I should’ve put two and two together and stopped the minute you said the safe word. It was dumb and a violation and-” Kirishima looked into his eyes, willing Bakugo to see his regret. “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima maintained his gaze, not breaking off for a second while waiting for Bakugo to make his decision. Bakugo's stare was filled with disdain and anger, as the flush on the blonde’s cheeks almost faded and his fists were clenched tightly in his pockets. They remained poised for a moment, before Bakugo gave a curt nod.

Kirishima sighed, the guilt he had been feeling still there, but less suffocating. He knew Bakugo was going to need time, but at least the blonde didn't completely hate him.

Kirishima turned and opened the door entering the building and holding it open for his friend.

The dorms were bustling with life and activity, as students settled in for the evening and gathered to partake in fun activities such as watching a movie and eating snacks. Kirishima sighed as Bakugo brushed past everyone and headed towards his room without a word, ignoring everyone who greeted him and offered an invite to stay. 

Midoriya turned to Kirishima a questioning look, but Kirishima could only shake his head in response.

Bakugo wasn't just mad at Kirishima.

He was mad because once again,

He’d lost.

[simplysmilingdrew]

KiriBaku - Mighty Hunter

Bakugou: Oi, Shitty Hair. Stay still and don’t look at the wall behind you.

Kirishima: Uh!? What? Why? *turning to look*

Bakugou: *smirk* Warned ya. GRROAAAR!!! *PFFFBBTTHHH*

Kirishima: WHAAA-HAHAHAHA K-KYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! KAHAHAHAHATS! OHMYGOSH NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bakugou: *muttering with lips against Kiri’s tummy* Didn't you know that you should never take your eyes off your opponent, you mighty hunter? *PFFFBBTTHHH*

Kirishima: OHNOOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! YOUR HAHAHAHAIR TIHIHIHIHICKLES TOO MAA-HAHAHAHAHA!

Bakugou: *chuckles* This time, I WILL FEAST ON MY PREY! And trust me, I’m gonna fully enjoy it❤️ *PFFFBBTTHHH*

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Told ya Kiri to be prepared😆

Was it worth the wait? Do hope so❤️🧡

First part can be found here: KiriBaku - Successfull hunt

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?

Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅

Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^

Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.

Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.

“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.

“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”

“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.

“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”

“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.

“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.

“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”

And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.

“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”

That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.

Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.

“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.

“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.

Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.

[wreckingtickles]

Todoroki & Mx Glove

In which questions go unanswered.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 5,162

Todoroki quirked an eyebrow.

Moments ago, he was restrained in some kind of contraption in nothing but his underwear, panting, sweaty, and exhausted; then, he blinked, and now he was clean and well-rested, seated on a cushioned chair in a posh bedroom. A soft pair of dressy black trousers clad his bottom half while the top was sheathed in a white shirt, open to reveal the sharp curves of his toned chest and well-defined abs. His calves rested on the pillow of an identical iron-wrought chair facing his own while his feet protruded through the back, tied together at the ankles by several pairs if smart ties. Each of his toes was individually secured to the convenient vegetal tangle that made up the back of the iron chair, and his big toes were even tied together and to the central stem of the iron decoration, which, together with the ties around his ankles, ensured that his feet wouldn’t be able to so much as twitch, let alone escape or even lessen what was about to befall them.

Though he couldn’t see them, Todoroki guessed that ties were also what bound his wrists together behind his back, through the back of the chair he was sitting on, and around its own central stem. What he couldn’t begin to divine was what that new set-up was for.

Something shifted in the dim light of the room, provided by a single desk lamp, and Todoroki realized that the flowing black fabric he’d initially mistaken for closed curtains were actually the garb of a massive shadow, three meters tall and hunched, impossibly swollen under the vest. A deathly hood obscured the shadow’s features, but Todoroki could feel its gaze on him.

“Aren’t you scared?” growled a beastly low voice.

“What would be the point?” asked Todoroki, his tone flat.

“Good. There is nothing to fear,” growled the colossus, and a hint of delight crept into his voice. “If you give me the combination to that safe.”

“What safe?” enquired Todoroki, his intonation barely more inquisitive than before.

The shadow emitted a rumbling chuckle and turned slightly. The wall opposite Todoroki lit up to reveal a large painting whose frame had swiveled on hidden hinges, baring a large wall safe.

“I don’t know the combination. I don’t know what’s in that safe or where I am,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Another low rumble. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

Todoroki just glowered at the behemoth. “I’m not going to play along with this charade.”

Being tickled senseless was one thing, but he felt offended that that entity, whatever its name was, so much as thought that he would indulge its nonsense. “Just get it over with.”

The rumble stopped. “Then you leave me no choice.”

The figure stooped down at an angle that made it evident it didn’t possess normal human physiology, if its height and bulk hadn’t already made it clear enough. From the vast darkness behind the parting in its garment emerged a beastly hand, brown-furred and large enough to clasp Todoroki’s chest, vicious claws at the end of each finger.

Todoroki had been certain of what was about to happen, but seeing the ponderous claw, he almost flinched. Had he angered the beast, and was he about to be torn apart?

But then he felt one of those stilettos press into the ball of his right foot before beginning its descent towards his heel.

Todoroki had a very fraught history with physical contact, the kind that is born from years of sustained abuse. Despite being one of the most promising and attractive heroes on the market, he’d never been comfortable with the idea of a relationship, much less casual flings, as much as he wished he could be. That state of affairs persisted even after he’d begun to undo the damage his father had caused. But in school, he’d always been wary of physical contact, such that even when he outright asked Kirishima to try to tickle him out of curiosity, which somehow opened the floodgates to the whole class, everyone knew not to sneak up on him or touch him without telegraphing their intentions. And he’d learned two things: one, tickling didn’t generally trigger any of his alarms with regards to unwanted physical contact, precisely because it was so different from anything he’d experienced growing up (save for a couple of occasions with Natsuo, who just loved to tease the golden boy); two, everyone tended to remark that he was very sensitive. And while he didn’t have much of a frame of reference, Todoroki had to agree.

So he didn’t even attempt to disguise how much that single claw affected him, a smile already forming on his lips as he jumped in place.

The claw stopped. “Already? Just from this?”

Todoroki could feel the gloating in its rumbling voice. “You really have no chill.”

The discrepancy between how it sounded and what it said was whiplash-inducing, but Todoroki didn’t have the chance to ruminate on it as the claw began to make scratching motions.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” came out of Todoroki rhythmically, a string of exclamations somewhere on the spectrum between sounding obscene and like he was doing aerobics.

The claw scratched at the ball of his foot, his heel, his arch, the base of the toes – it didn’t matter, Todoroki would react wherever it touched him. But Mx Glove wasn’t satisfied, so began to test the base of and the area between each toe individually.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! N-Ah! Ah! Oh! Noh! Ah!”

The area between his second and third toe, was it a little more sensitive than the rest? The probing claw couldn’t quite tell, so it took its sweet time making sure. Yes, maybe there was a slight extra twitch whenever it touched there… no?

What was certain was that the arch was a bit more responsive than any other part of Todoroki’s right foot, but it was a very small deviation, one that would make returning to that spot extremely gratifying without making Mx Glove feel like it was settling if it targeted other areas.

And that was just the right foot! The right one was supposed to be even more sensitive, and possibly more ticklish in different spots than the left. That asymmetry was part of what had drawn Mx Glove to this victim, though it had actually gotten overwhelmed by the possibilities, so it had decided to stick to the one spot that it preferred, that it knew Todoroki would be able to take the least.

It could see that a flush had already crept across his face. Mx Glove retracted his finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to open the safe?”

Todoroki rearranged his expression into a scowl. “I said I’m not going to plaAHAhahah hahaha hahahaahahaha!!! Hahahaahah ahahahah ahahahahah ahahahhahahahhaha!!!”

He burst into guffaws mid-sentence as the behemoth suddenly added four more claws to the interrogation.

“Staaahahahhahahahahap! Hahahaha ahhaahh ahahahaahah ahahahaahahahahahah!!”

“You have no chill,” quipped Mx Glove as it dragged its claws up and down Todoroki’s right arch. As it expected, that made Todoroki’s laughter just a bit higher-pitched, his shifting in the chair just that little more energetic, so the claws chose to linger on that spot for a while. “Is this supposed to be the less sensitive foot? You are so screwed.”

Just when the focused tickling began to yield diminishing results, the claws ventured upwards, scratching at the base of Todoroki’s toes. There were now enough claws that Mx Glove didn’t have to worry about whether the space between two toes was more sensitive than the others, as the question was made irrelevant by sheer numbers.

Todoroki went on laughing, unashamed of the natural reaction his body was having to the stimulus, though profoundly vexed by it and, most of all, that it was being used to force him to indulge whatever fantasy his captor had cooked up.

Still, he’d never been tickled that long before. It wasn’t as when he was ganged up on by his classmates, or that time Bakugo had tried to make him regret observing out loud that he didn’t expect the blond to be so ticklish (a remark for which Kirishima would also pay), but the fact that it wasn’t stopping had him mildly apprehensive. How much longer could that go on for? Apparently, tickling tired him out very quickly, and he didn’t want to reach that point again, though he suspected he wasn’t going to have a say in the matter.

He could already feel the surface of his skin become damp under the smart clothes when Mx Glove retracted its claws. Todoroki went on giggling as his right foot still suffered under the phantom tingles, the claw trails itching like a zealous ant procession.

“Are you going to keep being stubborn?” questioned Mx Glove.

Todoroki ignored him, choosing to maintain his focus on steadying his breathing. That cost him four claws scratching at his left foot, coaxing a yelp out of him.

“Answer me!” boomed the voice; the claws showed no sign of stopping.

There were actually two more things that Todoroki had learned when tickling was introduced in his life: discovery the third, it was apparently unusual that the left and right side of his body were ticklish in different spots; discovery the fourth, his feet were the least exceptional in that regard, because they were both extremely sensitive… though the left even more than the right. At least, that was what Midoriya had told him – that guy even had notes about that – and Todoroki had indeed noticed that he’d fight harder to keep his hot side away from the tickles; but once the tickling started, he was generally too sensitive to have much of an opinion on anything.

But these weren’t chaotic, friendly tickles: these were sharp claws working precisely to uncover every ticklish nerve under his skin and play it like a string. Todoroki couldn’t tell if it tickled more or less than before, but he most certainly wanted it to stop, and he found himself trying to hold back his laughter… failing miserably.

“HAAAAAA! HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAAAA!! Haha hahaahah HAAHAHAH haahah hahaah HAHAHA ahahah haahahahah hahaahahah!!”

The scratches soon stopped being a warning and morphed into a dedicated process of destruction. They began to look for and focus on the worst areas of his right foot, then proceeded to exploit them to their fullest, moving on to the next just before Todoroki could begin to get used to the sensation.

Tears began to roll down Todoroki’s face when Mx Glove targeted his arch – no doubt as to what spot was the most sensitive now – but wherever the claws decided to give more than a torturous pass, they got him wishing he could crawl out of his skin.

“Still not going to say anything?” growled the behemoth over the hero’s high-pitched laughter. And maybe Todoroki would have said something, if he hadn’t been so focused on surviving the onslaught with his sanity intact. Mx Glove didn’t accept that excuse.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHA HAHA AHAHA AHAHAHA HAHA!!!!

HAHAHA HAHA HAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA HA AHAHAH AHAHA!!! HAHA! HAHAHAH!!!”

His left foot still under fire, Mx Glove sent its other set of claws to wail on the right as well, obliterating Todoroki’s capacity for cognizant speech. It tickled so bad. Was it even worse than the hairbrushes? Like he was able to make a comparison as exhilarating lightning traveled up his legs.

Mx Glove truly wasn’t holding back, his claws relentless, precise, excruciating. Like it was really attempting to wring vital information out of Todoroki using whatever means necessary.

Todoroki couldn’t remember so much in all of his life combined. It just kept coming, and he was powerless to stop it, or do anything but laugh and laugh. A flush had crept up his chest and overtaken his tear-stained face, hair flopping about wildly and sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes, his crisp shirt darkening with perspiration, maddened writhing in the metal chairs without either so much as budging, or his artfully restrained feet escaping a single iota of torment.

Well after Todoroki was thoroughly broken, he noticed the claws – all of them – linger on his right foot, and at some point he became aware that Mx Glove was speaking.

“I seem to recall one of these feet is more ticklish than the other. I find it hard to believe, honestly, but I’m interested in your opinion.”

“HAAAAAAHAH AHAHAHAH AHHAH!! HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHHAHA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAH HAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!”

“No reply, ay?”

The ten claws shifted over to his left foot, and Todoroki let out an addled scream. He bent forward as far as his wrist restraints allowed, farther than was wise, to put something, anything, his head, possible or not, between the torturous points – too many! – and the outrageously sensitive surface of his sole.

Before he’d placidly accepted the notion that his left foot was more ticklish than his right, like a datum that had nothing to do with him. If that was how it was, that was how it was. But now that he was on the other side of empirical experience, he would have given anything to expunge that fact from reality.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! HAHAAHAHAAHHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHA!!! HAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHPPP!!!”

“Oh good, so you can talk! Got an answer for me, gigglebug?”

The claws moved back to his right foot, but even though the sensation decreased somewhat, Todoroki wouldn’t have called it a relief. In that small gap, he only retrieved a shard of his impatience with nonsense.

“HAAA!! HAHAHA HAAA HAHAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA YOUHAHAH!! YOU KNOHOHOHHAHAHAAH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I want to hear it from you, gigglebug,” replied the behemoth, and if Todorok had been able to discern tone, he would have noticed all affectation had been stripped from its words.

But Todoroki just went on laughing and attempting the occasional broken warning or plea, so mx Glove said, “Nope, I can’t tell,” and focused on his left foot again, lavishing his arch and the base of his toes with special attention.

Todoroki’s eyes bulged. “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHFT!! LEHEHEHEHEFT LEHEHEHEF LEHEHEFTLEFTLEHEHEHEHEEFTLEEEFT!!!” he repeated with every scratch.

A thunderous chuckle, then “Left, you say? I’m not sure, I need to test this further.” And it kept going.

Unable to take it, Todoroki’s efforts latched onto the only thing he thought could put a stop to it, sputtering “LEHEHFT!” like a broken record come alive under ten needles.

This soon earned him a coughing fit, followed by bouts of silent laughter, during which Mx Glove said, “I can’t quite tell. But if you’re right, it sure would suck if I stayed here, right?”

On some level, Todoroki had expected a break after he’d played its game. But no. It kept going. And when his struggling subsided and the only sound he could make was an irregular wheeze, Mx Glove simply moved half of its claws to his right foot, and kept doing exactly what it was doing.

It only stopped when it noticed that Todoroki was struggling to keep his head up. “Oops, I got too carried away, again,” it said to no one, and the claws withdrew into the pools of darkness that were its sleeves. “So, the combination?” it asked, but Todoroki was in no state to so much as decipher its question. It brought out a claw and ran it down the hero’s foot as a warning, but when all it got was a dismayed shake of the head, it resigned itself to wait.

Todoroki didn’t even realize the tickling had stopped at first, since it took him an enormous effort to lift his head. He felt like he just run a marathon – certainly, his soles wouldn’t feel any less raw after one. He just breathed in and out, wishing he could just shed the shirt that was clinging to his shoulders, or use his Quirk to cool himself down.

When he looked up, the behemoth was still there, its hands hidden under the sleeves, and behind it, the safe. What was new was the two upturned bottles tied to the chair, drizzling a weird liquid down on his feet.

“Do you need more persuasion?” asked Mx Glove in a low growl.

“I don’t… know the… combination,” came out of Todoroki, and he couldn’t recognize his own voice, so hoarse it was. But beyond that, was he speaking factually – he did not know because the monster made it all up – or was he playing along with the fiction just to put off the incoming extra serving of torment?

Mx Glove tutted, a sound like the smack of wet clothes on a flat stone. “A pity.”

Todoroki expected to shudder with fear once the behemoth’s hands reemerged, but what he saw was much too weird for that. At the end of each of the behemoth’s sleeves protruded a sock puppet in the shape of a goat’s head. Their square button eyes scanned the room, their moths opened and closed, and they both sniffed the air far too realistically to be simple puppets.

“What are those?” Todoroki couldn’t help asking.

“Hungry little buggers,” replied the behemoth as the goats inched closer. Todoroki could feel the air move as they sniffed his coated soles. Then, one of them took a lick.

“AH?!” exclaimed Todoroki, completely unprepared for what that felt like. That felt way too organic, in a very disturbing way, warm, slimy, fleshy, and worst of all, ticklish.

The goat puppet seemed to like what it tasted, because a second lick followed, and a third, lapping away at the ball of Todoroki’s right foot; and seeing its neighbor go at it, the other goat took an interest in the left arch.

“N-Noho w-whaat ishis thihihIHHHS!! I doho-hoHOHOH! CU-HUT THAHAhahat ouhohoHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

That felt weird, so weird! The writhing, knitted muscle sent horrifying shocks through his nervous system, the wet appendages having a rough texture that made each lick all the more torturous.

“These kids always get everyone real talkative,” gloated the behemoth. “Get it? Kids?”

“HAHAHAH HAHAA! HA! HAH AHA STAH! HAHAHA! HA! HAHAHAHIT’S SOHOHO WHEHEHEHEHIRD!! HAHA HAHAH HAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!”

“You get it, you’re laughing!”

Whatever hesitation the goats may have had at first, it was long gone as they lapped enthusiastically at the saltwater-covered soles, driving Todoroki further and further into hysteria.

All Todoroki could do was laugh and watch drops slowly drip out of the bottles, emptying oh-so-slowly, until his eyes filled with tears once again.

The claws had felt worst on his arches, and his mad thrashing and high-pitched guffaws certainly suggested the goat’s tongues were proving effectively as well; but it was when his soles had been lapped clean and he felt the first tentative licks slither between his toes that the true horror of his plight sank in.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HHAHAHANANNANAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! HAHA HAHAHAAH NOHOT THEHEHHEHEEHERE!!!! HAHAH HAHAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The base of his toes, the stems, the pristine skin in-between; what agony the goat’s treat fetched. If Todoroki has a shred of analytical ability left in him, he would have noticed that his right toes now felt as ticklish as the left, if not more so. It was dubitable that he’d have been able to attribute that fact to the warmth the tongues exuded had he been lucid, but feeling the dull teeth nibble at and scrape against his toes and the ball of his foot as the wriggling tongues attempted to reach every last pocket of salt, that shattered his mind. He wasn’t used to those spots being touched, let alone by something like that, and with such torturous intent.

Todoroki would have never thought that he’d manage to last until all the saltwater had been painstakingly licked off every nook and cranny in his toes; but at some point the goat puppets did back off, vanishing back into the behemoth’s robe.

“The combination.”

Todoroki ignored him, any breath he could suck back into his lungs was too precious. And then he heard meowing. He forced himself to open his eyes: the beastly hands were out of the sleeves again, but instead of sharp claws, each finger now ended in… a cat’s head. Probably not that unsettling in a Quirky world, or to Steven Universe viewers, but the 10 sets of feline eyes fixated on him were still mildly unnerving to Todoroki, because the threat was obvious.

“The combination.”

“I don’t… know!” spat Todoroki, a distinct note of irritation creeping into his voice – less so at what he’d already endured, or even the performance that was asked of him, but rather at the fact that he wasn’t allowed to recover. Then he added, “It’s your safe!”

“Too bad,” growled the voice. “Here come the seconds!”

To his horror, Todoroki saw the two upturned bottles still above over his feet spontaneously fill with white liquid, which began to drip down on his toes.

“Wait!” came the panicked request. “I don’t know the combination, and tickling me won’t help you get it. I can’t help you break it open if you won’t. But I can’t take anymore.”

It was a plea, unquestionably, but it was expressed so emotionlessly after the first exclamation that it sounded more like a statement of fact from a neutral party: he could not take any more tickling, and subjecting him to it would be a waste of time within the parameters of the behemoth’s fiction.

For a few moments, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft splashing of the milk droplets on the tops of his feet and the floor, as well as the famished meowing of the finger-kittens.

“Waitwhahit ihit’s poHOHINTLEHEHESSS!!! STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOH I CAHAHAHANT HAHA HA AHAHA AHAHA AHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!”

The 10 kittens were even more eager than the goats, their raspy tongues smaller than their predecessors’, but sheer numbers allowed Mx Glove to target more spots at the same time, though they never strayed far from his toes and arches.

Todoroki’s handsome laughter was marred by utter rejection of what was happening, the contradiction between even more absurd tickling and his inability to withstand it even a second longer. And yet he did, for many, many, many seconds.

There was nothing he could do to stop this. Nothing.

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Hero training had been grueling at times, yet Todoroki couldn’t remember being as tired as when, several minutes after the two bottles had been emptied, the kittens finally disappeared into the behemoth’s sleeves again, their meowing ceasing at once.

Something else was dripping on his right foot, a clear liquid of sorts, but Todoroki could not concern himself with it. In fact, when the behemoth shuffled behind him, cut his left arm loose, raised it, and bent it over the back of the chair before tying it down again, he didn’t even put up a fight. He even let Mx Glove rip his drenched shirt open to reveal his chiseled physique upper body with nary a grunt of protest – his mind, reduced to sheer sensation, welcomed the exposure to the colder air.

He didn’t even have a reaction when the behemoth produced a small heat lamp it trained on Todoroki’s right foot, glistening with the dripping oil that the unpleasant – though not painful – warmth ensured would seep deep into his skin, awakening any micron of his nerve endings dulled by his cold Quirk.

Then the monster waited. It waited until Todoroki was able to make sense of sentences again, its impatience having turned into the sweet pre-savoring of what was about to transpire.

When Todoroki looked at it again, he noticed that its right paw had been replaced with a long-fingered, humanoid hand, and the left with a device that looked like a pastry whip that had come undone – a scalp-massager.

“I want you to understand this,” began the behemoth. “I’m now going to try something else, and I won’t stop until you give me the combination. If you lie to me, I promise you, you haven’t felt anything half so horrible as what I will do. Do you get it?”

Todoroki didn’t answer. There was no point. The monster was going to do what it wanted anyway. Why waste energy? Or so he would have normally thought, but he simply lacked the energy to muster any words.

But when he felt fingers wiggling into his exposed left armpit, Todoroki had no choice but to strain his burning diaphragm to expel a new bout of laughter. Not a trace of cognizant speech, though.

The monster watched him try to lean away from its prying fingers, seemingly unable to comprehend that his bonds would not allow it. It was a rather enjoyable sight. But not as enjoyable as the attempt at a choked scream that ripped its way out of Todoroki’s mouth when the scalp massager got to work on his bare right flank.

And as the two most sensitive spots on Todoroki’s upper body were ruthlessly targeted, fragments of his mind made a simple calculation.

He couldn’t take it. Not at all, not anymore. He could make up a combination just to get a short break. But then it would get worse. But he wouldn’t get a break otherwise. What should he do?

The fingertips kept scratching at his damp hollow, occasionally pressing into the skin and skating on it as if dragging coins on a table, having quickly surmised that the very center was the most ticklish part. The scalp massager was far less varied in its tactics, but its dozen tines dragged like feathers along the cold, sensitive skin were incredibly effective at making Todoroki ponder whether the goats’ tongues were less excruciating.

And the calculation went on in the background, and…

“HAHAH HAHAHAAAAAA!!! HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! TWHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOHOHOHAHAHAHAH!!! TWOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!!!”

“Two?” Todoroki heard coming from above. “Giving up already? Good, what’s next?”

 Todoroki had calculated this: he didn’t have to give Mx Glove the full combination yet, he could just start giving him a few digits, so when he really couldn’t take any more, he’d only have to get one number out; but as the first digit tumbled out of his lips, more exploded out of the crack in his will.

“SEHEHHAHAHAH!! SEHEHEHHEHEEVEHEHEHHEHEHNN!! LEHEHHEET ME TAHAHAHHAHAALK!!”

“It’s on you if you can’t speak. Two, seven. Three more to go.”

But Todoroki found it incredibly hard to even remember what digits existed as Mx Glove surreptitiously increased its tickling, which caused the other three digits to take a full minute to be revealed. Perhaps Mx Glove could have made it take even longer, plunge Todoroki into silent laughter to keep the brief respite it had offered out of reach, but the behemoth was overeager; because as fun as these games were, they were nothing like unleashing the single, most effective method to break an auctionee.

Todoroki was suddenly aware that he could breathe again, that the dreaded massagers had left his midsection and that the unsettling fingers were no longer tormenting his underarm. He could even feel the monster’s thunderous steps move away from him, and towards the safe.

Todoroki wasted precious energy trying to whip his damp hair out of his eyes. He wanted to see this. Because even though he’d made the combination up to appease the monster, a part of him hoped against probability that he’d somehow got it right, that he’d be left alone, that the worst would not come to pass.

And Mx Glove was certainly making a show of it. Its long fingers were turning the dial so slowly, the clicking sound drowned out by Todoroki’s labored breaths.

“…One… and six,” announced the glowering behemoth, pausing for a moment after the dial ended its last rotation before clasping the safe’s handle; and though Todoroki’s lungs desperately needed oxygen, his breath hitched for a second.

Mx Glove pushed down on the handle… but it didn’t turn.

“Liar, liar…” lilted the behemoth, sounding the opposite of disappointed, while Todoroki shook his head weakly. “You know what’s coming now…”

It walked back towards Todoroki, who accepted the inevitable. “You… made it all… up…” he stated, a final acknowledgement that he’d humored the behemoth as long as he’d had to, but that now that it wouldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t care to keep pretending in the off chance it would make his situation better.

Mx Glvoe simply chuckled, its hands vanishing into its sleeves for the last time. When it reemerged, the left hand had been replaced by a detailing brush, while the right was furry again, but instead of claws, mounted at the tip of each finger was an opaque, white cube…

The monster stopped in front of Todoroki’s trapped feet, and the hero noticed that moment that the heat lamp cooking his right foot in the lotion was still on only when Mx Glove turned it off and moved it back.

“Did you figure it out? What will break you?”

But Todoroki wasn’t going to humor it any longer.

The behemoth went on, undeterred. “Come on. The tongues were a hint.”

Todoroki just kept focusing on steadying his breath.

A note of impatience crept into Mx Glove’s voice as it said, “It’s temperature. Warm things tickle your right foot more. Cold things tickle your left foot more. So if we were to, say, roast your cold foot, and use ice cubes on the hot one…”

Todoroki’s breath caught in his throat.

“…what do you think will happen?” it asked, and it knew that Todoroki wouldn’t reply, so it didn’t wait before striking.

The lotion made it even easier for the claws to glide along Todoroki’s sole, its nerve endings firing on all cylinders from the heat lamp’s attention. The temperature shock for his left foot was even more severe, jolting the nerves awake, the warmth of the skin rapidly causing the edges of the cubes to melt, allowing them to drag frictionlessly along his arch.

It took all of 5 seconds to break Todoroki for good. That one-two punch was like nothing he had ever experienced, not even at the hands of the behemoth. His cognition shut down. He was no longer Todoroki, just a mass of stimuli and reactions, specifically the intersection of two extremely ticklish appendages being tickled extremely. No hope, despair, anger, or bargaining: just overwhelming sensation, the most exhilarating state f flow.

The behemoth worked both feet over for several minutes, adding to nearly an hour, but Todoroki had lost the ability to measure the passing time. It knew full well that the right foot’s toes were even worse than the arch, while the left arch was more sensitive than any other part of that foot, so it only ever strayed from those areas to keep them from being desensitized.

No, lapsing into silent laughter or wheezing did not afford him any mercy. He was just there to laugh, to pay for not spitting out a non-existent combination, to be the perfect, squirming canvas for Mx Glove to practice its art, to be driven mad by its touches. A mighty hero with ticklish tootsies.

[feathergil]

I LOVE WOMEN. can i req lee mina from mha i love her sososo much

TY FOR REQUESTING HER she’s adorable 😭

[tickly-giggles]

Wing tks anyone~?

[rachi-roo]

Happy birthday, Dekuuuu!!! 💚💚💚

🥳🎉

Waaa! He's grown so much! I'll always love this green dust bunny, he's just such a cutie! 🥰 And always deserving of some friendly tummy tiggles!

[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

[gaybananabread]

Hi I love your fics! I was wondering if you could write a lee bakugo and ler best jeanist? If your requests are closed you can just ignore this, I thought it could be cute though!

Have a great day! Remember to take care of yourself!

TickleTober Day 2 - Accidental

Okay, kinda lucked out! I was gonna wait till November to do this request, but I liked the pairing and needed an idea. You didn't request it as TickleTober, but that's what it is now. Changes nothing, just gives me an excuse to write it as such lol. Ignore any sewing-term errors, I don't sew anything. Anywho, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Best Jeanist

Summary: Jeanist thought that Bakugou's suit needed some special touches. The blonde obviously protests, leading to some rather giggly measurements.

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

Bakugou's hero suit was…well, it wasn't bad. It just lacked a certain flair the pro hero was looking for. So, with him mentoring the teen and all, Jeanist thought it his responsibility to spruce up the slightly drab suit.

The rapidly approaching fall season was a decent inspiration for him. With fall comes the changing of leaves, carving of pumpkins and cooler weather. Jeanist made sure to insulate the suit, knowing the blonde needed to sweat for his quirk to work. He kept the theme mainly orange, yellow and black, adding in a few splashes of green for style. 

By the end of his lunch break, he had drawn up a new seasonal suit for Bakugou. It was time for the hard part: getting his measurements without the boy exploding.

“I don’t need a new suit! Nothin’s fucking wrong with it!” Bakugou was not putting up with another change. His poor hair had been the first change. That damn comb over…he’ll never get over it. Now he wanted to switch up his suit design? Fuck that.

The pro hero sighed, expecting this reaction. “No need to be so dramatic. It’s just a little…seasonal makeover. Trust me, you’ll be much happier.” Bakugou huffed, shaking his head. Yeah right, he had said the same thing about the hairstyle…

Bakugou's choice of words wasn't his best idea. He was getting a bit pissy, letting his temper get the best of him. "Fuck off. My suit is fine, no more makeovers!" He glared at the pro, but that temper faded when he saw the look on his face. The look that meant Jeanist was done with his shit.

"Quite the mouth on you. I believe I said something about censoring your f-bombs, did I not?" Threads flew towards the teen, wrapping around his limbs and getting him positioned. When Jeanist was done, Bakugou was standing tall, his arms and legs spread just enough to get perfect measurements. "I would say 'stand still', but I don't think that'll be an issue now."

A bit dramatic, but he needed it. Bakugou thrashed and tugged on the thread, but everytime one broke, three more were quick to replace it. Jeanist was careful not to hurt the boy, just restrain him. "The fuck?! Get these damn threads offa me!" 

The pro rolled his eyes, grabbing his measuring tape and approaching him. "What did I just say?" Jeanist first ran the tape around his chest, getting the bust measurements. He wasn't expecting the other blonde's gasp when his fingers grazed his ribs. "Bakugou…are you hurt?"

Shit… "No, go away! Get these damn threads away from me!" He tried thrashing his way out, but nothing was working. Jeanist was too good at keeping him in place.

"Bakugou, if you're hiding an injury, you're only hurting yourself more. I only think less of you for getting injured if you don't tell me about it." His tone was serious. The pro didn't mess around when it came to his others' well-being. Giving Bakugou a stern look-over, he could tell the explosive teen wasn't lying. But if he wasn't injured, why'd he gasp? Jeanist knew he wasn't getting a straight answer; best to run a test…

Ignoring his protests, Jeanist got back to measuring. He did the bust measurements one more time, his fingers grazing Bakugou's ribs again. The teen was prepared, though, biting his cheek to keep quiet.

Okay, no noise that time…moving onto the waist. He moved the tape down, fiddling with the ends of it to find the exact measurement. He pressed his fingers against the boy's lower stomach, taking mental notes of the numbers. 

Bakugou's breathing was a bit shaky, his cheek starting to hurt from biting it so hard. Why couldn't Jeanist measure somewhere that wasn't ticklish? Literally any other place would have been fine. He just had to start with his ribs. Things only went downhill from there…

Now for hip girth. The tape was moved once again, running around his hips. Bakugou struggled not to react when he felt his mentor's fingers brush his hips. He could feel his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment and stupidity of his situation getting to him. 

Jeanist heard how shaky his breathing was getting, glancing up at the teen's face. What he saw shocked him. A blushing Bakugou, struggling not to smile. Why would he…wait a minute. He got a wonderful idea. And oho, it was perfect. 

The measuring tape was pulled away, Best Jeanist's fingers leaving his torso. Bakugou huffed, sparing a glance at his mentor. He instantly regretted it. The pro hero's smile was as wide as it was mischievous. The measurements were done for now, he could've released him; but he didn't. He knew. Bakugou was fucked. 

"Jeanist I- don't you FUCKING dare! I'll blow you into the stratosphere! Back off!" The blond pulled at his thread restraints, but Jeanist was too good with his quirk. He could barely wiggle around, much less escape.

The pro hero chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow, again with the language. What's it gonna take for you to clean up your act, Bakugou?" He tucked his arms behind his back, slowly getting closer to the teen. He knew exactly what it would take. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with his temperamental mentee. 

"Maybe…something like this?" He went behind the teen, squeezing his side. Bakugou huffed, jerking as much as the threads would allow. How were things as simple as threads keeping him restrained so well? 

"Lemme go! I swear, if you touch me one more time, I'll fucking blast you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before Jeanist squeezed his side again, cutting his words off with a yelp. "There's that word again. You've really got to stop using it. Children aren't going to want to be near a hero who uses such scary language." 

To be completely honest, Jeanist didn't really care how the boy spoke. It wasn't up to him, he wasn't going to dictate how he communicated. Still, the cursing gave him an excuse to tickle the other blonde. An excuse he wasn't about to let go of.

Deciding to just go for it, Jeanist scribbled across the teen's stomach. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Baku's poorly-restrained giggles. He wasn't putting up much of an effort to conceal them anymore. "Shihit- nohoho! Get ohohoff!" 

It was nice to hear the aggressive, loud teen giggle like that. After all, he was still a kid. A teenager, yes, but still a kid. The boy deserves to laugh. And, by the looks of it, he doesn't really mind. 

"You'd think that you would stop cussing, but no. Honestly, do you ever learn your lesson?" The wiggling fingers move upwards, heading for his ribs. Bakugou's giggling got louder, still lighter and bubbly. At least he was on the right track.

Jeanist slowly moved up Bakugou's ribs, scribbling between each bone. The teen squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, his pink cheeks deepening to a vibrant red. The giggling was now borderline laughter. Just needed that one extra notch to get there.

"Goho awahahay, ohohold mahahahan!" The pro scoffed, pausing his tickling for a second. That kid was in for it now… "Old man?! I'm 35, thank you very much! That's a perfectly normal age for a hero. I think you need a lesson in manners…" 

The pro's hand suddenly darted upwards, scribbling mercilessly on the spot where his underarms meet the top of his ribs. Bakugou all but screamed, loud cackles replacing his giggling. "NOHOHO! GEHEHET- NOHOT THEHEHERE!" 

Jeanist just chuckled as he continued his ticklish fun. He was enjoying himself, seeing his mentee laugh like that. The boy never let loose besides fighting, it was a nice sight. "There we go, improvement. No insults, and not one swear word!" He didn't really have a definite reason for tickling Bakugou, besides the fact that it was fun. Excuses would help, though.

Laughter echoed around Jeanist's office, bouncing off the walls and lively the place up. The denim-clad pro experimentally squeezed Bakugou's hip, smirking at the squawk he got in return. His fingers moved away from the teen's death spot, fully moving his hands down to focus on his hips. 

"OHOHO MY- IHIHI'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU!" Bakugou was trying to continue his sort-of squirming, but he was tiring out. The tickles, paired with that morning's training and patrol, had him beat. He managed to keep his head held up, laughing as the pro went at his hips. 

His thumbs drilled into the boisterous teen's hips, smirking as he pulled laugh after laugh out of him. The kid definitely had a nice one; much better than his normal demented cackling. His eyes wandered down to Bakugou's legs, questioning if they'd be half as his upper body. Lucky for him, he forgot a measurement. 

"Oh, my bad! I forgot to measure your inseam! We'll need to take care of that, now won't we?" Jeanist pulled the measuring tape from his pocket once again, holding it against Bakugou's thigh. Only this time, he actually poked around the area, purposefully tickling him while getting the measurement.

Thigh tickles are a completely different experience from anywhere else on the body (imo). As such, Bakugou's laugh was a brand-new shade of adorable. The fiery teen giggled and squeaked, pitchy laughter replacing his cackles.

"CohOHOme ohohon! Youhuhu AHA- uhum,  j-jeheherk!” To his mentor’s surprise, Bakugou actually filtered his language. True, he had begun to call him an ass, but he took the effort to stop himself. It was kinda cute, even if he didn’t truly care about the other blonde’s language.

Jeanist chuckled, easing up on his student’s hips. “Would you look at that, he can learn. All it took was some tickling!” Said student groaned, his cheeks reddening as Jeanist said the word. Normally, he can hear and say the word just fine. That time, however, he was being teased and restrained by someone he looked up to. It’s waaay harder to stay composed when you’re giggling like an idiot.

Finally, the tickling and teasing got to him. Bakugou actually tapped out. He didn’t exactly say “uncle” or anything, but he did say one word that hadn’t been spoken since Jeanist started. “S-STOHOHOP IHIT! JeHEHEAnihihist noho mohOHORE!” 

And stop it he did. The pro hero pulled his hands away as the threads holding Bakugou in place snapped. The teen fell forwards, a bit dazed from laughing so hard for so long. Jeanist caught the giggly student before he could hurt himself. “Woah, careful. I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Bakugou shook his head, hiding his red face in his mentor’s shoulder. “Sh-shuhuhut uhup…” That was the only response he needed to know that everything was fine. The older blonde wrapped his arms around him, keeping the boy upright and letting him know that there was no judgment. 

“Alright, I’ll stop. Still, you have to admit you enjoyed yourself just a little.” Bakugou groaned, weakly punching his mentor’s side. That just made him laugh and muss up the teen’s hair. “I’ll take that as another yes.” 

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Jeanist’s head as he remembered the whole reason the silliness started. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that I’ve got your measurements, I can start on your new suit!” He walked over to a nearby couch, laying the teen down to rest. Bakugou wasn’t totally spent, but he could use a breather. He grumbled something, but didn’t protest any. He wanted a quick nap, and knew Jeanist wouldn’t tease him for it. 

The pro went over to his personal work-area, grabbing the fabrics for Bakugou’s new suit. Hopefully, by the time his student woke up, he would have a starting point on the garment.

Their playful exchange had given him some good ideas on where to add extra padding, as well as some pops of color. Bakugou might have been a bit temperamental, but he was a good kid. A good kid deserves a good suit. As he cut the first length of fabric, he thought of the happy smile that was on his mentee’s face as he tickled him. He would have to take measurements more often…