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Shaved

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been forever since I’ve written anything to completion bUT I felt like Kaminari deserved this love ! Cause lets be real, he’s a special babe who needs tickles! Bakugo and Kirishima were happy to ablige.

Prompt: Kaminari has a secret and his two boyfriends are dying to find out what it is !

Word Count: 1,964 (holy shit XD)

Finally, they all made it back to Kirishima’s house.

“Gahh Shitty Hair! Why do you live so damn far away?!” Bakugou grumbled as he flopped down on the living room couch,panting slightly.

“I’m sorry, who’s fault was it that we missed the bus? Oh that’s right…you! You were so focused on training that we missed it by 2 hours you dork!” He shot back.

“I’m gonna squash that bug, Deku tomorrow!’” Kirishima mocked Bakugou’s voice. He heard the angry blonde growl, tossing his head to one side.

“C'mon guys…no need to argue?” Kaminari spoke up as best he could. He didn’t really like confrontation, it made his voice small. He hated it when his boyfriends argued. The two heard Kaminari’s words and quickly stopped fighting.

“Do you guys want to watch a movie?” The electric teen suggesting.

“No way Pikachu, last time we watched all the Little Mermaid movies! Let’s play video games!” He said excitedly.

“Yeah! Cmon Kami!” Kirishima wrapped his arm around him, shaking Kaminari’s shoulders a little. The boy laughed as he playfully shoved Kirishima off him.

“Alright alright! But I wanna change first, we get too rough when we play video games! We’ll wreck our uniforms.” He pointed fingers at them. They nodded, starting to shed their jackets, shirts, and ties. All articles of clothing thrown recklessly about the floor.

“Ah that’s much better.” Kirishima smiled, standing there completely shirtless, his scar showing. Kaminari smiled and gently ran two fingers along one of the lines. The redhead smiled and kissed the boy’s temple. Bakugou and Kirishima were dressed the same, body exposed from the torso up. The electric blonde blushed a little. He was embarrassed that he didn’t have as much muscle as his boyfriends, so he decided to leave his thin white tank top on underneath, but they always helped him feel beautiful.

“Let’s play, you’re all toast!” Bakugou roared, Kaminari rubbed his outer forearm and chuckled nervously.

The boy’s played for a good hour before anyone was close to winning. They all kept dying, or rage quitting, or taking food breaks.

“Cmon cmon cmon cmon! Yes!..No! …. AH SHIT!” Kirishima shouted, thumbs bashing at the controllers. The other boy’s were no better. Bakugou was about to set his controller ablaze with a bomb when…

“YES!! FUCK YES! I WON!!” Bakugou hollered.

“Player 1 wins!” The female game voice said.

“FUCK YEAH I DID WOO!” When he said ‘woo’, he threw his fists high in the air, exposing his armpits. Kaminari was laughing a little at the display of victory, and the fact that Baku was talking to the gaming console. Kirishima looked at his cheering boyfriend’s armpit, his eyes didn’t mean to, he just caught a glimpse of it.

“Wow Baku, you have a lot of hair in your armpits!” The redhead stared as he spoke.

“Of course I do, I’m not a fucking girl I don’t shave it! Do you, Shitty-Hair?” When Bakugou said ‘I’m not a fucking girl’, Denki felt a small pang in his chest.

“Of course not! I’ve got hair in my armpits!” Kirishima smiled big, lifting his arms high. The body hair was matching his hair color to a ’T’.

“Wow, you even have shitty armpit hair!” He chuckled loudly, reaching over, pulling some of it. Kirishima let outta loud yelp and smacked the hand.

“Ouch!! You wad, that hurt!” He rubbed he assaulted armpit.

“What about you Pikachu, let’s see yours!”

“I-I don’t want to show mine…” he blushed a little bit, holding his arms down a little.

“Aww cmon Denki, we won’t judge ya?” Kirishima rubbed the boy’s shoulder.

“L-Let’s just play another round instead…?” The nervous boy suggested.

“Cmon let us see!” Bakugou repeated, grabbing for the blonde. Denki yelped and dodged, falling to the floor. Both his boyfriends dove after him. After a bit of tussling, they finally got Kaminari pinned by his shoulders. He wiggles and squirmed around, trying to escape. During the wrestling, Kaminari’s tank top had riden up that it was up past his chest, leaving his body embarrassingly exposed. His cheeks turned red.

“G-Guys! Lemme up!” He whined, trying to give a puppy dog face. Kirishima almost caved, but Bakugou was dying to know what their nervous boyfriend was hiding.

“Get his wrist…” The blonde smirked wickedly. Kaminari made an 'eep’ noise and applied as much resistance to his arms as possible, but no such luck. In a second, both his arms were pulled tight against the carpeted floor. He still pulled and tried to twist out of their simple thumb and finger grip on his wrist.

“Wow..” Kirishima gasped.

“Holy shit Pikachu ..! You shave??” He laughed out, holding his side with his free hand. Kaminari blushed all over, trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

“Alright fine! I shave! I-I do get armpit hair b-but its just so itchy, so I–AIYYEEEP!!” That…unidentifiable sound was ripped from Kaminari’s throat by Kirishima running a finger down the exposed and bare skin.

“They’re so smooth! Feel Bakugo!” Kirishima grins. The look on Denki’s face was of pure fear.

“N-No! D-DoONT!” The squealy “don’t” came out when both Bakugou and Kirishima used one finger to pet the pinned down boy’s armpits. Both index fingers were tracing random patterns and wiggling about as they felt the soft skin.

“G-GuhuhuUHUYS! StahahahAP!” He squealed, thrashing against his wrists to no avail.

“Wait…Denki-chan, are you ticklish?” Kirishima tilted his jaw towards the blonde on the floor. He whimpered and bit his lip. After a moment, he nodded slowly.

“Awww Denki~! How come we didn’t know this?~” The redhead teased, letting his 5 fingers lightly scribble at his left armpit, but it was difficult with his rolled up shirt in the way so off it went, now he could resume the tickling. The boy’s body shook with laughter.

“EHEHEIJIHIHI!! NOHOHO!” He laughed, bucking against the floor.

“No fucking way!” Bakugou attacked with hard squeezes on Kaminari’s slender ribs. He let out some loud sounds of distress mixed with the giggles from his armpit tickles.

“Baku, you can’t just grab at him, Sparky is sensitive…you gotta be gentle…here, like this~” the redhead reached for Bakugou’s hand. He put his hand on top of Katsuki’s, gently pushing down on his fingers, wiggling the tip of them. Bakugou forced mirroring movements caused poor Denki to laugh with ticklish glee. The boy’s cheeks turned red at being called 'sensitive’.

“I-I’m not sensi–tihiIHIVE! Ahahaha! B-Bwahahakuu!!” He attempted to say though his laughter. Bakugou couldn’t help but produce a very predatory, and might I add seductive, smile.

“Wow, he’s really sensitive~” he teased. Kirishima took back his hand and proceeded to tickle Kaminari’s sensitive torso on his own, now that Bakugou had his tactic down.

“Hey hey Kami! Are you ticklish here?” He asked, already assaulting the boy’s lower ribs and sides before the laughing blonde could even answer.

“A-AHAHA! Nahahahat thehehehere!!” He yelped out some laughter, his ribs bouncing around to try and save themselves from the sensation.

“Hehe, careful Pikachu…you’re bouncing around too much, one might fall out” Bakugou chuckled, starting to count from the top down. Oh great, now Bakugou was teasing him. They find out he’s ticklish AND now the toughest one in their group was teasing him as if he was a child. Denki could only scream at the sensation.

“AHH! BWAHAHAH-AKU!! TheheheEHEHERES twehehehenty foUR! Twenty-fohoOHOHOUR!” He screamed though his laughter.

“Look at his belly when he laughs!” Kirishima pointed at it. Baku’s hands kept tickling as they both looked. Kaminari’s belly was shaking a little, watching his belly quiver with laughter.

“Aww! I think his belly is trying to get our attention? What do you think Baku?” Kirishima smirked evilly, the blonde nodded in response. Bakugou’s strong hands released Denki’s ribs, giving him a brief breather.

“Ah-Ahaha…g-guys…I-I…w-wait! N-No! EEEP!” They both had start pinching and poking at the boy’s abdominal muscles. Kaminari didn’t have too many muscles besides his arms, but you could feel the muscles underneath the little layer of squish.

“Maybe all this laughter will give you the abs you’ve always wanted Denki-chaaan~!” he cooed. He started clawing at it a little, causing their victim to jolt upward, then quickly back down.

“G-Geheheht ohohohoff!” He begged though his laughter.

“No way in hell Denki, we’re gonna wreck you!~” Bakugou growled menacingly. Kaminari couldn’t help but whine at that comment though his loud laughter. Kirishima had an idea, a mischievous and childish idea, but a great idea nonetheless. He whispered it in Bakugou’s ear, after a moment an evil smile spread across the angsty blonde’s face.

“Denki-chaaan~ we’ve got a treat for youuu~” Kirishima said in a sing-song, teasing manor. He and Katsuki leaned down and they each blew a loud raspberry. Kaminari’s eyes squeezed shut as he let out a squeak. He couldn’t move his arms but he kicked his knees up and down, that’s all he could do.

“Aww, look at him babe, he looks like a little kid scared of the tickle monster.” He teased. The helpless blonde’s cheeks are bright red.

“Stohohop ple-ehehease!” He begged some more.

“I don��t know…I mean, we still haven’t tried your lower half Denki-Chan, this is all very valuable information! You understand, don’t you?~” Kirishima and the way he talked to his boyfriends could make them do almost anything. It was like silk and honey in their ears as he spoke. He was like the snake from the Jungle Book, completely mesmerizing.

“I-….ok~” he whimpered, his knees pushing against each other with his hips slightly uneven. He just wanted this over and done with! The ticklers were in somewhat awe when Denki gave them permission to keep going!

“As you wish, my dear…” he lifted Kaminari’s leg and kissed the to of his slender foot gently. The blonde flinched, letting out a small and soft giggle.

“You know, you’ve got some cute feet babe…are they sensitive?” Kirishima teased further, rubbing the sole with his whole hand. It didn’t tickle a whole lot, it felt like an odd massage, but he was still giggling out of nervousness.

“A-Ah they are a biIHIHIT BAKUGOHOHOU!!” He let out a sudden scream of laughter as Bakugou grabbed his ankle and started viciously scribbling his finger all over the blonde’s foot. Poor Denki writhes and kicks to try and free the assaulted foot.

“Bakugou! I was trying to tease him into submission! You always have to jump the gun!” He growled, fists on his hips. Denki now free from his boyfriends’ grip, curled his arms to his chest and started kicking his feet. After the tickles proceeded, Kirishima decided the boy has had enough.

“Alright Bakugo. That’s enough…leave him alone. We don’t want our special Denki to pass out.” he teased playfully, leaning down to smooch the breathless blonde’s temple.

“Sorry if we tickled you too much babe, you just looked so cute. Why didn’t you want to tell us you shaved your armpits?” Kirishima asked, laying down next to him, awaiting an answer. Denki looked away for a moment.

“I-I didn’t want to say anything…because, when Bakugo said ‘of course I have armpit hair, I’m not a fucking girl’. I felt kind of insecure.” he blushed, biting his lip. Bakugo’s eyes widened. Wow, he didn’t mean to offend Kaminari, he didn’t know…maybe he should watch what he says around his boyfriends?

“Hey, I’m sorry Pikachu, I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Bakugo said after a small grunt. Both boys stared at their tough boyfriend.

“Katsuki! That was so sweet!” Kirishima leaning up and cooing in Bakugo’s face. This resulting in the grumpy blonde shoving him down again. Kaminari laughed lightly at the two of them.

“You guys are dohohorks!” He giggles out. Bakugo and Kirishima felt their hearts jump. They both went on either side of the giggly boy and started kissing his cheeks, resulting in more giggles.

“We love you Denki.” They said in unison. Kaminari blushed and turned to each of them, planting a big kiss on both their mouths.

“I love you guys too!” He hugged them as they relaxed on the floor, in a big cuddle pile.

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We’ve All Got Our Quirks (KiriBaku)

We’ve All Got Our Quirks (Kirishima x Bakugou from Boku no Hero Academia)

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for sending a prompt! Sorry this took so long rip. I need to say for future reference (and I’ve updated my bio) that I probably won’t write NSFW because I am confused about the new rules regarding NSFW content? So I am nervous to post anything like that aha.

So, this is SFW. Sorry for any confusion and thanks again for sending the prompt!

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic.

Summary: Kirishima has something he’s been wanting to reveal to his boyfriend, Bakugou. When the perfect opportunity presents itself, Bakugou once again finds himself at his partner’s mercy. Kirishima confesses, Bakugou learns something new, and together they grow… and laugh!

Word Count: 1772

Kirishima was pretty comfortable with himself. He didn’t worry too much about his body or his clothes or his personality, and he sure didn’t worry about what his boyfriend Bakugou thought of him. He wasn’t cocky or arrogant, just comfortable. That being said, there was one thing nagging at him lately.

He was trying to work up the courage to tell Bakugou about a certain interest of his. He… liked tickling. Really, he loved it. He’d always known that there was something about it.

He enjoyed being tickled, but what he really craved was to be the one doing the teasing and drawing helpless laughs from his partner. He liked being the cause of his squirming and his special smile and his empty threats voiced around breathless giggles. These were sights and sounds saved only for him, and Kirishima craved them more often than he cared to admit.

He’d just recently discovered that Bakugou was ticklish, and he found himself taking advantage of every opportunity that presented itself: Pokes to Bakugou’s sides while they did homework; hugging the blond from behind and using both hands to dig into his stomach and sides; soft, tickly touches to his neck and collar bones when they made out; using his foot to tickle the other’s feet and legs when they laid down at night. It never seemed to be enough, however.

Part of him was nervous Bakugou would catch on to why he tickled him so often and part of him honestly hoped he would, just to get it out in the open. He’d been wanting to talk to Bakugou about it, to explain it. He was going to! He was just waiting for the right time and the right way to get it out.

He apparently wouldn’t have to wait much longer. The opportunity presented itself just a couple weeks after he had begun wrestling with himself about the whole thing. Bakugou’s parents had gone out of town so Kirishima was spending the weekend with him.

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blurred lines, sharp twine [bakugou/deku, 5.6k, nsfw]

okay. so I haven't written a fic in over 5 years!! can y'all believe that? i used to be so active on this blog, pumping out fics day and night, but life got busy and before I knew it over 5 years have passed omg.

of course my first fic back would be something like this lol. this was written for @wreckingtickles who shares my undying love for bakugou getting absolutely destroyed. they prompted me with a fic featuring bakugou's stirrup leggings and that kinda spiraled into this huge monster of a fic.

please enjoy 8) (also i made an ao3 to cross-post my tickle fics on!)

warnings: nsfw, feet, intense tickling, bondage, veryyyy slight dub-con, minors DNI.

Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but he definitely doesn’t really try to hide the fact that he’s a little on the strange side. He knows he’s a gigantic nerd (he’s thoroughly reminded of that fact by Bakugou everyday), he knows he’s a little awkward, and he knows he’s maybe even a little bit of a freak. But, through the years of trauma, war, violence, and near-death, he’s come to accept that life is much too short to deny who you are.

Moving in with Bakugou after graduation was something Izuku didn’t even have to think about. Bakugou set up a few apartment viewings, and it went completely unsaid that the smartest decision for both of them would be to stick together. Roommates equaled cheaper rent, and since they both were working under the same agency it was easy to align their schedules. Normally they patrol together (the Wonder Due didn’t get its name for nothing), but occasionally - especially lately - Bakugou has been picking up more shifts than usual. 

Izuku can’t help but notice how tired Bakugou has been lately, especially tonight, coming home  from his 9th day in a row of patrol. The door closes softly behind him - he must think Izuku’s asleep already as it’s around two in the morning, and Izuku turns slightly from his position curled up on the couch to watch Bakugou toe his boots off. He’s already changed out of his hero uniform, clad in only his leggings and a soft, worn looking hoodie that Izuku’s pretty sure belongs to him. 

Bakugou leans his head against the wall in the foyer for a brief moment, sighing deeply, and Izuku’s heart aches at the noise.

“Late night?” Izuku asks, closing his book and setting it on the coffee table. 

Bakugou jumps. “Jesus - shit, you scared the fuck outta me.”

“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs, a slight smile on his face. 

“The fuck are you still doing up?” Bakugou grumbles, finally making his way over to sprawl on the opposite end of the couch, sinking into the cushions with a grunt. 

Izuku shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Which, technically isn’t a lie, but. Still. Even when he lays in his bed at night during one of Bakugou’s shifts that he’s not partnered on, he finds himself teetering between sleep and wakefulness as he listens carefully for the front door to open and shut, signaling Bakugou has gotten home safe for the night. Codependency wasn’t something Izuku was planning on adopting after the war, but his heart just can’t seem to relax if he doesn’t know that Bakugou is home and safe. Breathing. Alive.  

Normally it’s fine, but since Bakugou has been working himself to death the past few weeks, Izuku’s own sleep schedule has taken a toll. 

Bakugou doesn’t look bloodied or bruised now, though, which is a good sign. 

“I thought your shift ended at midnight?” Izuku asks, his eyes unconsciously skimming over Bakugou’s exhausted body as he slumps further down into the cushions. He folds his arms over his chest, burrowing into the oversized borrowed hoodie, and Izuku smiles because Bakugou is so loud and brash, but right now, here and safe at home, he allows himself to be soft with Izuku.

“It was supposed to,” Bakugou grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. “One of the interns got caught up in a stupid bank robbery and ended up with a fuckin’ concussion, so I stayed late to help finish up some of his paperwork.”

“That’s sweet of you, Kacchan,” Izuku teases, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his legs out to rest in Izuku’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou says, voice tense with exhaustion, “I’m a fuckin’ saint.”

Izuku let’s his hands fall onto Bakugou’s ankles, rubbing gently with his thumbs, and he swallows heavily as his eyes trail down Bakugou’s body, the black leggings hugging his muscles tightly, all the way down to the thin straps holding the stirrups along the arches of his feet.

Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but shit, that’s another thing about moving in with Bakugou after graduation. Getting to see all of these new and exciting sides of him; tense and angry and bloody after a fight, soft and exhausted after a long boring shift, sleepy and comfortable on his day off. 

But the damn stirrup leggings have Izuku trying desperately hard not to act up. 

“Do you - uh, want a foot rub or something?” Izuku blurts out, his thumb pressing into the bone of Bakugou’s ankle.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow, and Izuku offers a small nervous smile, trying not to seem as if he’s too interested. He just wants to help his friend relax, okay? Nothing weird about that. It’s not like they haven’t massaged each other before after a long day of hero work. Bakugou’s great with his hands, and Izuku’s arms and shoulders get knotted up so tightly after hours of using his quirk. 

Bakugou still has smudges of dark eyeliner around his eyes since he hasn’t washed his face yet since patrol, and it makes his gaze piercing in the low light of the living room. He’s quiet for a moment, contemplative, before shrugging eventually and folding his arms across his chest.

“Fuck it, I ain’t gonna say no to a free foot massage,” He shrugs, “Lemme take these stupid fuckin’ leggings off first - ”

“No!” Izuku blurts out, and he chuckles awkwardly as his grip tightens on Bakugou’s ankles. “I mean - um. You don’t have to, it’s fine.”

This time, Bakugou looks… curious, which is the only way Izuku can describe his gaze. He bites his lip a bit as he thinks, and when he wiggles his toes a bit, Izuku feels warmth pooling low in his belly. Bakugou’s feet are surprisingly slender, his arch defined beautifully, ideal for someone who has to be quick on their feet. His toes are slightly pink, as are the soles of his feet, and they look soft from being in his boots all day. Izuku swallows thickly, but god, he just wants to touch. 

Is he into feet? Who knows, maybe, he honestly hasn’t thought too much about it until recently. Maybe he’s just into Bakugou’s feet? When Bakugou wiggles his toes again, Izuku finally glances up and catches his gaze. 

“Well? What’re you waitin’ for,” Bakugou says, his voice softer than it’s been all night. 

Izuku’s hands are large, tan, and calloused - a stark contrast against Bakugou’s pale skin, and at the fist press of his thumbs into the arch, Bakugou exhales quickly through his nose, body sinking further into the couch. 

It’s a little difficult to massage his feet with the strap from his stirrups hugging his arches, but at this moment in time Izuku would rather die than ask Bakugou to take them off. He moves over to just one foot, pressing both thumbs into the heel of his foot, and he slowly works his way up, calluses catching onto the legging strap as he moves upwards. 

“Did the bank robber get caught?” Izuku asks, hands firm but delicate, watching as Bakugou’s toes twitch when he digs in beneath them. 

“What?” Bakugou replies, blinking his eyes open where they’ve fallen shut. “The - oh, shit. Yeah. Sero was actually patrolling nearby so he got him while I took the dumbass intern to medical.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Izuku chuckles, “We were dumbass interns once, too.”

“Interns, yes. Dumbass? No,” Bakugou shoots back, but then he smirks. “Well, I wasn’t a dumbass. Can’t say the same about you, nerd.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, and he can’t help it when his touch softens, hooking a finger underneath the stirrup strap to graze his nail along the delicate arch. 

The reaction is instant - Bakugou inhales sharply and twitches, looking ready to pull his leg back, but Izuku holds onto the strap, preventing him from moving away. 

“Deku,” Bakugou growls, and to everyone else on this planet, the expression on his face would scream angry, sharp, intimidating. 

But Izuku’s known him since they were kids. Izuku can read him like a damn book, and right now underneath that glare, Bakugou looks nervous.

Izuku keeps his touch soft, one finger hooked into the stirrup strap, while his other hand grazes right beneath the blonde’s toes. His foot twitches again, his toes curling up tightly, and the only word that comes to Izuku’s mind is cute. His feet are cute, and apparently sensitive, and Izuku has no idea what monster has taken over his brain but all he wants to do right now is see Bakugou squirm. 

He might be dipping into dangerous territory, but ever since they moved in together, Bakugou’s been much more open to physical touch. It almost feels like a game they’ve been playing, dancing around each other but never going to a place they can’t return from. They’ve fallen asleep cuddling on the couch. They’ve spent quiet days off with Izuku’s head in Bakugou’s lap, the blonde idly playing with his hair while they watch old reruns of All Might movies together. They’ve even spent a few nights together in bed, holding each other close when the nightmares creep up every few weeks. 

But this? This might be a place they can’t return from. Izuku’s not sure what Bakugou’s feeling right now, but the lines are so incredibly blurred in this moment, and Bakugou’s cheeks are steadily turning pink, and Izuku knows he could pull away if he really, really tried. 

But he’s not. He’s staying put, fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch, eyeing Izuku warily. 

“You know,” Izuku says idly, moving one hand to grip Bakugou’s ankle, the other hand trailing his fingers up and down, up and down, so soft it’s barely there. “You used to be so mean when we were kids, holding me down and tickling me until I cried.”

At the word - tickling - Bakugou audibly swallows. “Not my fault you were so damn ticklish, idiot.” 

“I could never really get you back because you were so much stronger than me,” Izuku muses. 

“It wouldn’t have mattered anyways, I’m not fuckin’ ticklish,” Bakugou replies. His voice sounds sure and steady, but his eyes keep flickering down to where Izuku is still stroking up and down his sole. He’s tense, and Izuku can feel it - Bakugou’s trying so hard not to move, not to give himself away. 

Izuku laughs quietly to himself. Of course Bakugou would see this as a challenge to himself. 

“Of course you’re not ticklish, Kacchan,” Izuku says, “Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, it might actually come true.”

“It is true, you little shit - ah!”

He squeaks, his breath hitching, when Izuku flutters his fingers under his toes again. His other leg, the one Izuku isn’t holding by the ankle, jerks back, and Izuku thinks no, we can’t have that now, before tendrils of black whip shoot out, pulling his other leg back and twisting around the ankle. 

“Okay, now that’s completely fuckin’ unfair,” Bakugou grunts, trying to sound unaffected, but this time Izuku can hear the shake in his voice. “The hell are you tryin’ do here, Deku?”

“Nothing,” Izuku says, a few more tendrils of black whip emerging to wrap around his other ankle so both of Izuku’s hands are free now. 

“You call this nothing?” Bakugou tugs at his feet a bit, and black whip tightens to keep him in place. 

Izuku ignores him. “I thought you weren’t ticklish?”

Bakugou frowns. “I’m not.”

“Then this is nothing,” Izuku teases, finally wiggling his fingers in earnest over both of Bakugou’s feet, now bound in his lap for him to do with as he pleases. The thought has his stomach flipping, molten lava settling low in his gut, and he can’t help his dick twitching in interest. 

Bakugou’s reaction is beautiful, finally a small huff of laughter escaping him as he wiggles his feet as much as he can with black whip holding his ankles down. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and they keep alternating from clutching at the cushion beneath him to hovering in the air as if he’s fighting his instinct of reaching down and showing Izuku away. His eyes are averting, as if the thought of watching Izuku tickle him is too much, and oh, he’s so cute. 

Izuku’s feeling a little nice at the moment, but Bakugou’s fighting his laughter, and Izuku wants to hear him, so he moves his fingers up, scratching underneath his toes. Bakugou does laugh this time, covering his mouth with one hand in surprise as the sound escapes him. His toes curl, trying to block Izuku’s fingers, and a few more tendrils of black whip slither out and wrap around each of his toes, effectively prying them back so Izuku’s fingers can burrow into the soft, sensitive flesh there. 

“Wait - no, Deku - ah, ahah.” His laughter is light and staccato, little gasps in between his growls as he covers his mouth with both hands now, muffling himself as his eyes squint in mirth. Once again, he could get Izuku to stop if he really wanted to, but besides the tugging and squirming of his bound feet, he’s not doing much else to get away.

That thought intrigues Izuku, and his confidence grows as he scratches in between his toes, pulled back and vulnerable thanks to black whip. 

“I always thought your feet might be sensitive, you know, with how much you sweat and stuff,” Izuku muses, gears turning in his head as he makes mental notes on where Bakugou seems to react the most to. Underneath his toes seems much more ticklish than between them, but the arch of his sole seems equally as sensitive, especially when he pulls back one of the stirrup straps and rakes all five fingers up and down. 

Bakugou gasps. “Y-you’re a d-dick,” he growls, but the words melt into laughter as Izuku does the same thing to his other foot before letting the strap go with a snap. 

He gives Bakugou a moment to breathe, and the blonde finally lowers his hands from his mouth. His face is extremely flushed now, and he’s looking at Izuku with a mix of murderous intent and… want?

“Still not ticklish?” Izuku murmurs, rubbing his palms over Bakugou’s soles. The blonde twitches again, tensing, before relaxing when Izuku just rubs firmly, soothing. 

“Once again - you’re a dick,” he grumbles. 

“And you’re ticklish,” Izuku teases back, scratching his nails up the sides of Bakugou’s feet this time before making their way back to the soft, pink skin right beneath his toes. 

“Don’t - Deku, st-stop! It f-fuckin’ - ” 

“It what?” Izuku’s feeling mean now, and having Bakugou squirming because of him has his dick hardening more in his sweats. “It tickles?”

“I - I c-can’t - ahahaha!” 

“You’re so strong, you can take it, can’t you?” And oh, Izuku’s playing dirty, because there’s nothing Bakugou hates than being told he can’t do something, and if he admits he can’t take the tickling, it’d be the same as admitting defeat, and Bakugou Katsuki is not someone who’s ever been defeated. 

Although, Izuku thinks, watching as Bakugou covers his mouth again and squeezes his eyes shut, tickling might just be the key to finally defeating this man. 

Izuku doesn’t like how muffled he sounds, though, so he uses more of black whip to sneakily slide up and twist around Bakugou’s wrists, tugging them away from his face. A few tendrils slip up his arms and slide underneath the sleeves of his hoodie, and Bakugou’s expression turns to panic. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” He hisses, but his lips are still twitching on a smile which ruins the intimidation of it. “This is an awful fuckin’ use of your quirk - ”

“So was last week, with yours,” Izuku interrupts, “when you were too lazy to microwave the popcorn and tried to just explode it instead.” Izuku laughs, remembering how long it took them to fish out all of the popcorn kernels from every single crevice in the living room. 

“At least that was for a good reason!” Bakugou protests, squirming when the tendrils of black whip slip higher into his sleeves, nearly grazing his underarms now. His breathing is short, body tensed and mouth turned down in a pout. 

“You’re saying this isn’t a good reason?”

“What, so fuckin’ torturing me is a good reason to abuse your quirk?”

“It’s torture?” Izuku murmurs. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.”

If Bakugou’s face could get any pinker, it would, and he bites his lip hard when Izuku wiggles black whip into the hollows of his underarms, keeping it light and feathery. Bakugou can’t hold out for long, though, and soon he’s gasping on a laugh and wriggling as much as he can in the hold Izuku has him in. 

This time though, Izuku fails to notice Bakugou’s feet squirming aggressively, and Izuku freezes and gasps when the blonde’s bound feet nudge against the very obvious hard-on in his sweats. 

Izuku swallows, his hands darting down to grab a hold of Bakugou’s feet. His toes are still tied back with black whip, and Izuku resists the urge to brush his fingers along the skin because something is unraveling inside of him and having Bakugou like this is quickly becoming addicting. Instead, he ducks his head, words escaping him as he opens his mouth but not coming up with anything to say. 

A few seconds pass, Izuku preparing himself mentally for an explosion to blast him away or for disgusted yelling and screaming to occur. He’s already mentally drafting the text to Todoroki to ask if he can move in with him when Bakugou inevitably kicks him out once he’s freed.

A beat passes. One. Two. The silence is deafening, and Izuku finally manages to raise his eyes up to glance at Bakugou, surprised at the curious expression painted there. Bakugou nudges his heels gently against Izuku’s dick again, and Izuku hisses and bites his lip, apologies already spilling from his mouth, 

“I’m s-sorry, shit, um - ”

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be into something weird like this,” Bakugou says lowly, tilting his head a bit, almost like a cat analyzing it’s prey. “You’re a little freak, ain’t ya?”

The words should be harsh and piercing, but Bakugou sounds like he’s…. teasing him. And not in the mean, bullying way that Izuku was expecting. Their eyes meet, and Izuku sees a small hint of a smirk when Bakugou presses his heels in harder, wiggling against Izuku’s clothed cock as much as he can in his restraints. 

“Kacchan - ah,” Izuku sighs, cheeks burning. “What’re you - ”

“What is it you like about it, huh?” Bakugou asks, his voice low. 

Izuku’s head feels like it’s going to explode. “I don’t… I don’t know? I didn’t even - I mean… I like….”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. His arms are still held tightly with black whip, the tendrils under his arms twitch when Izuku stutters, making Bakugou squeak quietly and jerk in his hold. That has Izuku’s eyes darkening again, and Bakugou still hasn’t blasted him away. If anything he’s egging him on, and Izuku’s mind races with what this might mean. 

“I like… you,” Izuku starts off slowly. 

“Me?” Bakugou questions, and if Izuku isn’t mistaken, there’s a twinge of something akin to hope in his voice. 

“Yeah, you,” Izuku breathes, all rational thoughts thrown to the wayside now. “But I also like… having you, like this,” Izuku plays with the stirrup straps on Bakugou’s soles, fiddling with the fabric, breathing hard when Bakugou squirms each time his fingers graze the skin. “I like feeling you squirm. Hearing you laugh. Having you all… y’know, vulnerable for me?”

As he speaks, a few more tendrils of black whip slip under the front hem of Bakugou’s hoodie, slithering up and tapping away at his ribs. That has Bakugou giggling again, and god, Izuku loves his laugh. This is different from his normal laugh, it’s softer and hiccupy and the sound sends white-hot heat straight to his dick. Shit, could he come from this? Just from having Bakugou squirming and laughing and bound up like a perfect little present?

“Jesus - Izuku,” Bakugou laughs, rubbing his thighs together, and Izuku’s eyes widen when he sees a bulge in his leggings, now visible from where his hoodie has ridden up. 

Izuku’s brain short-circuits then, and he’s now laser focused on the other boy, fingers moving almost mindlessly as they go back to scratching beneath sensitive toes. Izuku keeps his eyes on Bakugou’s face, his expressions, every twitch of his brow, and the blonde chokes on a laugh and ducks his head, trying to hide his face since Izuku has his arms pulled aside. 

“What do you like about it?” Izuku asks, growing bolder the more Bakugou squirms. 

“Fuck, oh my g-god, I d-dont - !”

Izuku moves finally, and though he keeps Bakugou bound with his quirk, he crawls up until he’s seated, straddling Bakugou’s thighs where they’re squeezed together, and now Izuku’s just a nudge away from Bakugou’s own obvious arousal. 

“You don’t like it?” Izuku says, and this time, he withdraws black whip from underneath Bakugou’s hoodie, instead sliding his own hands beneath the fabric to touch bare skin. His hands are warm and large, fingers curling gently over Bakugou’s deliciously tapered waist, and though he doesn’t do anything yet, Bakugou’s shifting and squirming beneath him already. 

Bakugou’s eyes meet Izuku’s finally, and when Izuku flicks his gaze down to Bakugou’s cock, hard as a rock in his leggings, Bakugou groans and ducks his head again. 

“It’s not - I don’t know!” Bakugou breathes out, frustration clear in his voice. “You’re just - fuck, it’s weird.”

“It’s not that weird, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, and Bakugou tugs helplessly at his arms again. Izuku hums, pulling his arms with black whip until his wrists are crossed, and then slowly - absolutely mean - he lifts Bakugou’s arms up and back until his elbows are bent, bound hands pulled behind his head and forcing Bakugou to lean back more into the arm of the couch. Izuku slides further up, straddling Bakugou’s thighs until their clothed cocks finally brush, and Bakugou breathes out a shaky noise. 

“It’s okay,” Izuku breathes. 

“Let me go,” Bakugou grumbles, but his eyes are averted, blush high on his cheeks, teeth gnawing at his lower lip nervously. And wow, having Bakugou nervous, beneath him where Izuku can feel the heat radiating off of his body, has Izuku grinding forward, rubbing their dicks together firmly. 

Bakugou instinctively tries to buck his hips up, but with the way he’s bound up, he can’t get too much leverage. Once again, he’s still not blasting Izuku off into the sun with his own quirk, so Izuku drums his fingers against Bakugou’s bare sides, drawing little circles with his thumbs right beneath his ribs. 

“Ah - ” Bakugou hiccups on another strained giggle, and Izuku grins at him sharply. 

“What do you like about it?” Izuku repeats, tickling oh-so-gently, because now that he has his hands touching him, he can’t stop. He can feel every hitch of breath, can feel his body tremble with restrained laughter, and there’s definitely no going back from here. 

When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Izuku creeps his hands higher, towards the upper part of his ribs. His hoodie is bunched up completely now, and although Izuku would love to remove the damn piece of clothing, he’s scared if he lets Bakugou go now, this electric bubble they’re both in will pop and Izuku will have missed his chance completely. 

He grinds against Bakugou again, while at the same time finally digging into his ribs, and the explosive laughter that Bakugou lets out has Izuku groaning out loud. 

“Okay - okahahay! Fuck!” Bakugou yelps, taking a breath when Izuku’s fingers finally pause. “I - fuck, I don’t know. I like… how it feels, not being… not being able to move or some shit, I guess.”

Bakugou looks like he’d rather die than tell Izuku all of this, but Izuku’s already gotten this far, and there’s nothing that would ever make him stop now. The blurred line is now vanished completely, and Izuku murmurs quietly,

“You like being tied up, Kacchan?”

Bakugou frowns, glaring at him, but doesn’t respond. 

Izuku continues, smirking. “You like being tied up by me?”

Bakugou squirms a bit, staying defiantly silent. 

“You like being tickled like this? Helpless, vulnerable, letting me do whatever I want to you while you can’t do anything to stop it?” Izuku has no idea where this filthy mouth of his came from, but he takes this newfound confidence and harnesses it, slipping a hand down to cup Bakugou through his leggings and squeeze. 

“Nn - fuck,” Bakugou pants. “No, you asshole, I don’t like being tickled - ”

“I disagree,” Izuku says, and this time when he pinches at Bakugou’s ribs, he can feel Bakugou’s cock jump beneath his hand as the blonde gasps out a laugh. “I actually think you really like it.”

“Just - when it’s you,” Bakugou finally gasps out, giggling softly as Izuku crawls his hand higher. His words give Izuku pause, Izuku’s heart beating rapidly in his chest because oh. Okay. Just when it’s him? Because it’s him?

Oh.

“Kacchan,” Izuku breathes, a magnetic pull tugging at his chest until he’s ducking down and kissing the laughter right out of Bakugou’s mouth. The blonde moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper, and Izuku happily licks into his mouth, chasing the feeling of god, fuck, finally. 

Bakugou jerks his head to the side though when Izuku’s hand creeps higher, fluttering dangerous fingers into his underarm, and he yelps on a laugh, squirming and bucking up into Izuku’s other hand still kneading at his dick. 

“Oh my god,” Bakugou giggles, shaking his head back and forth, and Izuku takes a moment to duck lower and kiss his neck, licking up beneath his jaw, biting gently right under his ear. That has Bakugou squeaking again, and Izuku moans as he feels the blonde tremble against him. 

“God, you’re so cute,” Izuku moans in disbelief. “How can you be so hot and cute at the same time?”

“Y-you should be - ah, ahaha - asking yourself th-that - fuck, Izuku, I cahahan’t!”

Izuku stops tickling him for a moment and grins. “You think I’m hot and cute?”

“Not right now, while you’re ti - ,” Bakugou cuts himself off with an embarrassed grunt, not even able to say the actual word, and Izuku takes note of that happily, “Also, fuck you, I’m not cute.”

Izuku doesn’t respond right away, instead opting for shoving Bakugou’s leggings down so they’re bunched around his thighs, freeing his dick, before settling back up where he was seated before. He pulls his own cock out of his sweats, and when he wraps a large, calloused hand around them both and strokes, squeezing perfectly tight, Bakugou throws his head back and moans. 

Tendrils of black whip slide down his legs where his feet are still tightly held in place, and as they flutter and scratch beneath his toes more intensely this time, Bakugou actually lets out a small sob, his eyes tearing up as he simultaneously tries to tug at his legs while also squirming up into Izuku’s hand on their cocks. 

“You’re feet are so sensitive,” Izuku muses, his pupils so dark his eyes look black, and although Bakugou can’t really kiss him back while he’s laughing, that doesn’t stop Izuku from swallowing up every little noise he makes, lips spit-slick and panting against Bakugou’s mouth. 

“Izu - Izuku, plehehease - ah, fuck, fuck,” He sounds like something straight out of one of Izuku’s wet dreams, and Izuku leans back again to stare at his face. Bakugou’s eyes are screwed up now, tears leaking out from the corners, and Izuku coos at him. 

“Baby,” he says sweetly, “Is it too much?”

“Y-yes, I can’t - Izuku please.”

“I think you’re stronger than that. It’s just tickling,” Izuku teases. Bakugou’s cock is leaking, and it’s making the slide of Izuku’s hand on them both so, so good. Izuku brings out some more tendrils of black whip, sliding them right back underneath Bakugou’s hoodie to return to the warmth of his underarms, and Bakugou screams. 

“It’s so - ahhaha, it’s t-too much,” Bakugou whines, his breathless giggling mixed with moans that sound as if they’re being punched out of him, and his body is strung tight, so tight Izuku can feel how close he is to breaking. 

There’s something so incredibly sweet about taking Bakugou completely apart like this. Izuku pants and grinds into his own hand, squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock against the blonde’s, and while black whip continues tormenting Bakugou’s poor feet and underarms, Izuku’s own free hand comes up to grip Bakugou by the chin, forcing him to look at him, eyes blurry through his tears. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his lips just a breath away from Bakugou’s, feeling the warm desperate noises coming out of the boy’s mouth. 

Izuku swipes his thumb over the head of Bakugou’s cock, his own arousal forgotten as he slips down to squeeze at the base tightly, preventing the blonde from actually coming. Bakugou makes a guttural, desperate noise, and Izuku’s grip tightens on his face, keeping him there, watching him. 

Izuku’s quirk is nearly everywhere by now, black whip slithering beneath the leggings to stroke behind his knees, a few more tendrils brushing and tickling at his neck, and even more settled beneath his hoodie, prodding and digging and relentless. The fight has completely left Bakugou finally, and he’s slumped against the arm of the couch, body shaking and fighting the plethora of sensations that are overwhelming him. 

“Hey,” Izuku laughs a bit, “Baby, c’mon. Tell me how it feels.”

It almost feels evil, watching as Bakugou tries to speak, to come with something, anything to get Izuku to - what, to stop tickling him? To keep tickling him? To stroke his dick again until he comes all over himself? Bakugou’s brain is mush, and Izuku revels in the desperation painted on the boy’s blushing face. 

“It - fuck, it f-feels like torture,” Bakugou manages to gasp out, but he bucks his hip up when he feels black whip dig into the ticklish dip of his hip. 

“You like being tortured, it seems,” Izuku points out as Bakugou’s cock leaks another bead of precome, so red and hard it’s nearly purple. 

“No - ” Bakugou hiccups on his laughter, eyes widening when Izuku raises a brow,, “I mean - fine, shihihit - yes, yes, I like it, god fucking d-damnit Izuku!”

“Shh,” Izuku soothes, but he doesn’t release his hold at the base of Bakugou’s cock. 

“Please,” Bakugou whines, and Izuku nearly comes when he realizes he has Bakugou exactly where he wants him. 

“Please what?” Izuku releases Bakugou’s chin and his hand slips under the hoodie, pinching right at Bakugou’s top rib, a place Izuku’s learned makes him absolutely lose it. 

“Pl-please let me - ah, ahaha fuhuhuck - please let me c-come!” Bakugou’s crying in earnest now, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the crook of Izuku’s neck, and Izuku’s heart leaps when the blonde bites down on Izuku’s shirt, trying to muffle his noises in the fabric. 

It’s adorable, and Izuku sighs happily. “Of course, Kacchan.”

He grabs ahold of both of their cocks again, this time stroking in earnest, fast and quick. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps of his hand before Bakugou is crying out against Izuku’s neck, writhing beneath him as he comes, and Izuku keeps tickling him through it. The sensation is electric, Bakugou’s body fighting to distinguish between pleasure and torment, and Izuku groans loudly as he uses Bakugou’s come to stroke his own cock. 

“St-stop,” Bakugou giggles, completely breathless, “Too - too f-fucking much - please - ”

Izuku ducks back down to kiss the sweet helpless laughter right out of his mouth, finally coming, his own come mixing with Bakugou’s between them. Izuku heaves a deep breath, slumping against Bakugou as black whip finally retracts, disappearing back into his body and releasing the blonde from their clutches. 

It’s quiet for a moment, Bakugou’s arms having fallen limp at his sides, head still buried in Izuku’s neck as he catches his breath. When he shifts, flexing his legs a little, Izuku leans back, sitting up and brushing Bakugou’s hair back from his sweaty forehead. 

“Holy fuck,” Bakugou manages, blinking leftover tears from his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ evil, you know that?”

Izuku giggles nervously, still riding the high of whatever the hell just happened between them. Bakugou finally lifts his arms, wrapping them around Izuku’s waist loosely, and Izuku’s heart flutters when Bakugou leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth. 

“You liked it,” Izuku says, turning to kiss him properly, now able to happily lick into the warmth without Bakugou’s laughter hindering him. 

“Fuck off,” Bakugou murmurs into his mouth. “So what if I did, huh?”

Izuku just hums, because that blurred line being gone means that now he can kiss Bakugou whenever he wants, and that thought has him grinning widely and winding his arms around Bakugou’s neck. 

“Ew, no, don’t get your nasty jizz-hands in my hair!” Bakugou protests, and Izuku laughs out loud, pulling his arms back quickly. 

“Shit - sorry, sorry! We should probably get cleaned up, huh? Your hoodie is covered in come.”

“Good thing it’s not my hoodie, then,” Bakugou smirks. His cheeks are still flushed, and Izuku rolls his eyes as he takes his come-covered hand and smacks it right into Bakugou’s cheek before darting off of him and running away like his life depends on it. 

Bakugou shrieks and scrambles to chase after him, and Izuku’s laughter echoes happily through their apartment.

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If I Were A Villain (My Hero Academia)

One Shot

I MADE IT. This is the final request out of the 32 ones I accepted a month ago in January! Whoever this anon is, your patience is incredible! Thank you!

I’ll be honest, the wording of this prompt is a little funky, so at first it was unclear to me whom was proving to whom that they weren’t a villain. I finally decided you probably meant Deku was trying to tell Shinsou he wasn’t a villain, since that appears to be the storyline for the latter (from what little I’ve read of the manga). I really loved this concept and had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you for the idea, and thank you and everyone else again for being so patient with me while I worked through all of these MHA stories. You’re awesome! Enjoy!

Note: This fic will remain unconnected to my other MHA fics. It’s a one shot story.

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“I can’t help but think,” Shinsou said contemplatively to the ceiling, “that if I’d been the one captured by the League of Villains, I may have actually joined them.”

Deku stopped reading to stare at him. The purple-haired boy looked as bored and stoic as ever, but the words he’d just spoken were a clear signal that he was bothered by the idea. “That’s…random,” he replied at last, bookmarking his page and setting the volume aside. “Where did that come from?”

“It’s just that my whole life, I’ve been told I have a villain’s quirk. No one really believed I could be a hero if my special power was brainwashing others. For a long time, I believed them, too. I didn’t really decide to stop listening to those voices until recently.” Shinsou glanced at the boy beside him. “If I’d already been in the hero course when the villains attacked your camp, you know they would have gone for me over Bakugou. Because of my quirk.”

“That doesn’t mean—”

“And with as frustrated as I was about everything at the time?” Shinsou continued, sighing. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think I’d have joined the League, but…I can’t say it wouldn’t have been tempting. At the time. I feel different now.”

Deku didn’t know what to say, but he wanted to reassure his partner as much as possible. “Hitoshi, you don’t have a villain’s quirk. You’ve never seemed villainous to me, even when I was under your direct control. You do your job just like the rest of us. Being able to brainwash someone doesn’t automatically make you a bad guy. We’ve already seen proof of that.”

“I know.” Shinsou sat up, leaning his back against the pillows. “I do know that, now. But a while ago it was different. Things might have been really different.”

“Dwelling on the ways things could have been worse won’t be beneficial to you in any capacity,” Deku argued gently. “You’ve got to stop thinking about it. You didn’t join them, and you never will. You’re not a villain, Hitoshi.”

Shinsou nodded. “You’re right.” He paused, then looked at his partner, and a mischievous glint came to his eyes that immediately made Deku nervous. “Although, if I had joined the League, I’m pretty sure you’d have been out of the picture by now.”

“W-What?” Deku stammered, frowning. “What does that mean?”

“You’ve been the biggest thorn in their side from the beginning, haven’t you?” Shinsou asked. “If I’d joined them, I would have helped them take you down by now.”

“That’s not freaking me out at all.”

“Come on, Izuku. You know I know your weakness.”

“Huh?” Deku suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, expecting to be thrust under Shinsou’s control at any moment. But seconds passed, and nothing happened. He eyed his partner warily. “Wait…what are you talking about?”

Shinsou chuckled lowly, gradually moving closer and closer to Deku, never breaking eye contact. Deku forced himself to stay put. He wasn’t afraid of being close to Shinsou normally, but something about the way he was acting right now set him on edge, triggering his fight or flight response. And right now, he really wanted to fly.

Shinsou saw the exact moment it registered with Deku what he was implying. In a flash he had the boy pinned firmly beneath him, wrists above his head.

Deku was giggling already. “N-No, wahahait, Shinsou!”

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” the purple-haired boy replied, amused.

“Please!”

“Like I said, I’d have taken you down by now if I were a villain. It’s just so easy.” Shinsou smirked, slipping into his evil tickler role. “You respond to me without thinking most of the time, which is part one. I’d have brainwashed you into getting you right where I want you. Then…” Suddenly the 1-C student’s fingers were flying all over Deku’s belly and sides, making him burst into desperate giggles. “…I’d have just tickled you into submission. Like I’m going to do now.”

“Plehehehehehehease, Hitoshihihehehehehehehe!” Deku squealed, giggling and squirming but unable to deny that he loved the attention. “Nohohohohoho tihihihihihickling!”

“Why not? It’s painless and effective,” Shinsou teased. “Not to mention you love it.”

“Meheheheheheheanie!”

Shinsou chuckled again, pressing his fingers in harder, earning a yelp in response, followed by harder giggling that bordered on laughter. “You’re not in a position to be calling me names, now are you, Izuku Midoriya?”

“Stahahahahahahap!”

“Not until you submit.” Shinsou shoved his hands under Deku’s shirt to make contact with his bare skin, scribbling wildly from his ribs to his belly and everywhere in between. The green-haired boy shrieked with unstoppable mirth, squirming and pushing at his partner’s hands. In that moment, Shinsou got an even eviler idea. “Hmm. You know, I’m not sure this is quite how my dominance would play out if I were a villain.” He stopped tickling, leaning in close to Deku’s face. “Don’t move.”

Deku shivered, nodded, and watched from his spot on the bed as Shinsou went to their dresser to retrieve a necktie and come back. Just a few seconds later the smaller boy had his arms bound behind him, and Shinsou was shoving him back onto the mattress and straddling his thighs, now with full, unprotected access to his torso.

“Y-You’ll never b-break mehehehehehehehehe!” Deku sputtered out his defiance around a mouthful of giggles, twisting back and forth as much as possible in his newly helpless position – which wasn’t much.

“I will.” Shinsou grinned, enjoying himself as much as Deku was. “It’s just a matter of finding the right…” He teasingly slid his hands down to his partner’s hips and scribbled over them lightly. “…spot.”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!” Deku pleaded, already desperate, the full realization of how completely screwed he was hitting him all at once. “Plehehehehehease, not thehehehehehehere!”

“What happened to that ‘you’ll never break me’ energy from just a moment ago?”

“I used ihihihit all alreadyehehehehehehehehe!”

Shinsou laughed. “Oh, come now, Deku,” he teased, switching to his hero name on purpose. “I thought you were a rising star. One to watch, they all say. Don’t tell me I’ve defeated you already?”

Deku blushed furiously, a mix of defiance and fear in his eyes. “N-No, b-b-but…”

“Then I’m sure you won’t mind,” Shinsou interrupted, finding the hollows of Deku’s hips and kneading, “if I play with you a little more, hmm?”

Deku tossed his head back and absolutely screamed with laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere.” Shinsou kept up his pace relentlessly, watching his partner come undone beneath him with joyous satisfaction. It was fun to be dominant like this, but even more, he loved making Deku laugh himself silly because he knew how much Deku loved it, too.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! HITOSHIHIHIEHEHEHEHEHE!!” The smaller hero cried, laughing at the top of his lungs. It sucked so much that his hands were right there, trapped underneath his bucking hips, but he couldn’t move them to stop Shinsou whatsoever. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“I think you can.” Shinsou continued kneading his thumbs into Deku’s hips, using his other fingers to scribble along his lower belly. “When you really can’t take it anymore, submit. Until then, I’m going to enjoy tickling you out of your mind.”

His partner’s teasing words were enough to send him over the edge, and Deku’s laughter went silent, his face turning dark red, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Still, Shinsou was relentless, never letting up on his pace or his teasing. Deku laughed and pleaded and thrashed for another few minutes before finally breaking.

“OKAHAhahahahahay, stahahahahahahahap!” He wheezed through his hysterics, barely able to get the words out for how hard he was laughing. “StahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! HITOSHI!! I suhuhuhuhuhuhubmit! I SUHUHUHUHUHUBMIT!!”

Shinsou kept it up for a few more seconds, just to drive Deku a little more insane, then finally showed him mercy and stopped. The green-haired boy gasped for breath, sucking in lungful after lungful of air, even coughing once or twice. But he never complained, and that goofy smile never left his face.

Gently, Shinsou reached down to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked in a soft voice, back to being the kind, caring partner he was on a regular basis. Sometimes it amazed Deku how such a normally sweet person could be so evil and dominant in situations like this.

“Y-Yeah,” he whispered, still greedily gasping for breath. “C-Can you…let me go now?”

“Nuh-uh.” Shinsou leaned down, beginning to trail soft kisses from Deku’s shoulder to his neck and finally up to his lips. “I’m not quite done taking you down yet.”

[tkln]

TickleTober Day #4: Scream

Asahi and Noya (Haikyuu)

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It was a good thing it was Halloween and the entire street was filled with the sound of screams, because Asahi had Noya screaming like a madman and for once it blended in perfectly.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Noya begged, thrashing against the bed in a ticklish frenzy. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP ASAHI!!”

Asahi smirked down at him, checking to make sure the toy handcuffs he’d bought as a prank were holding and not chafing Noya’s wrists. “Calm down. I need to test your nerve endings before I unleash you upon the world.”

He found the spots at the back of his friend’s ribs that always got him wheezing with silent laughter. Sure enough, Noya dissolved into utter hysterics, too far gone to even care whether he was making noise or not.

After a few torturous moments Asahi let up on his assault and let Noya catch his breath, ruffling his hair and checking the handcuffs again. “Are you all right?”

“P-Plehehehease, Asa—doctor,” Noya giggled breathlessly, his keeping with the role play letting his friend know he was hanging in there. “You’ve made me too sensitive…”

“On the contrary.” Asahi got up and moved a little further down the bed, smiling at Noya’s panicked anticipatory giggles. They were playing Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, deciding to be a little more childish than usual on this festive evening.

Asahi grasped Noya’s ankle and scribbled across his foot, grinning at his friend’s resulting cackles and squirming.

“It’s imperative that I make you as sensitive as possible so that you better understand what it’s like to be a human being.”

He scratched at his toes and Noya tossed his head back and exploded into belly laughter that was a rare treat for them both. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“One final test,” Asahi mused, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Noya’s legs. Then he smirked and pulled out an item he’d been hiding all evening – a toy claw that they had learned was incredibly tickly to the poor libero.

Noya gasped and pulled uselessly at the handcuffs. “No!”

“Oh, yes.” Asahi firmly grasped his leg above the knee and dragged the claw along his friend’s inner thigh, and Noya let out a scream that could rival any haunted house. “I made sure to make this the most sensitive spot of all.” Then, unable to help it, he broke into an evil kind of laugh. “Mwahahahaha!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASAHIIIIIII!!!!”

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Stop Sulking (Seraph of the End)

Summary: After learning that Mika is alive, Yu retreats into himself for a while, but Kimizuki is having none of that.

A/N: My first Seraph of the End fic!! I wrote this before I'd finished the show because I just couldn't help myself - I HAD to write for it! I love Yu so much - he and Mika are my faves - and you know that with the natural chaos of his friend group, something like this was probably bound to happen. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I loved writing for it! 💖

Word Count: 1316

**Contains minor spoilers for Episodes 10-12**

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“Would you stop sulking already?”

Yu sat up straight, startled, and turned toward the doorway of his small bedroom, scowling when he saw his pink-haired teammate striding in with a frown of his own.

“I’m not sulking,” he grumbled. “Get out of here.”

“You are,” Kimizuki returned, still walking towards him, “and no, I won’t. Not when you obviously need company.”

“I don’t want company,” Yu retorted, very nearly growling when Kimizuki sat beside him on the bed. “Go away, jerk.”

“Then stop sulking.”

“I’m not sulking! I’m just…” Even Yu had to admit his first thought was ‘brooding,’ and that was basically sulking. “…thinking.”

“About your friend?”

Silence fell between them. Yu let his mind drift back to Mika. Mika, whom he hadn’t seen in four years. Mika, whom he’d thought dead all this time. Mika…his family.

Kimizuki sighed. “Look, I get it. You want to save him from the vampires. We all want to take those blood suckers out. But sulking about it isn’t going to do any good.”

“You’re one to talk. Like you don’t worry about your sister all the time,” Yu retorted.

This time, the silence that fell felt tense. The smaller boy turned to look at his teammate, surprised by the troubled expression he wore. But before he could open his mouth, his friend was talking again.

“I’m just saying that worrying isn’t going to help. You’ll only make yourself sick. Believe me.” Kimizuki turned to look at him, expression serious. “So for real, Yu. Stop sulking about it and start thinking about what you’re going to do about it.”

Yu scowled. “Don’t you think I’m already doing that? And quit telling me to stop sulking. I’m not sulking.”

“Oh, yeah?” Without any warning or hint of his intentions whatsoever, Kimizuki reached for him and grabbed onto his sides, squeezing purposefully. “Then let’s see a smile.”

Yu would deny the shriek that left his lips for the rest of his days. He spasmed and his hands flew down to grab the taller boy’s wrists, trying to frantically push him away. A huge smile broke out without his consent, as did a slew of giggles. “Dohohohohon’t!”

Kimizuki only smirked. “Oh? Our tough guy’s pretty ticklish, huh?” He wiggled his fingers despite Yu’s protests, pulling more helpless snickers out of his teammate even as he struggled and tried to shimmy away. “Tsk, where do you think you’re going, big guy? Come here.”

Yu’s eyes widened in alarm when Kimizuki swung a leg over to straddle his thighs, effectively pinning him in place and keeping him from wiggling any further away. “Nohohohohohoho! You jeheheherk – dohohohon’t do thahahahahat!”

“What’s the matter? I thought you said you weren’t sulking,” Kimizuki teased, clawing his fingers up to Yu’s ribs, smirking triumphantly when it made his friend yelp and bring his elbows in protectively.

The smaller boy whined, “I’m nohohohohohohot! Stohohohohohohohop alreheheheheady, you ahahahahahahass!”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep going. You obviously need it.”

Yu continued to scratch and claw at his teammate, desperately trying to push him away and protect his sensitive torso, but it was hard to put his whole strength into it when it was being sapped by the ticklish sensations wracking his body. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid; he’d forgotten how susceptible he was. Giggles poured out of him beyond his control, light and airy despite himself. He dug his heels into the bed, messing up the sheets, but he didn’t care. Kimizuki’s fingers easily kept up with him, tickling his sides and ribs and even his belly and hips in rapid succession, keeping Yu in a constant state of helpless laughter.

Then a third voice joined the cacophony. “Yu? Kimizuki? Is everything okay?”

“Quick!” Kimizuki said before Yu could even try to formulate words. “Come hold his arms, Yoichi!”

As soon as he saw his brown-haired friend coming to heed his assailant’s instructions, Yu cried, “Nohohohohohoho! Don’t you dahahahahahahare, Yohihihihihichi!”

But instead of hesitating, Yoichi’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. “You’re laughing! I haven’t seen you laugh in a while. I was beginning to worry.”

“It’s nohohohohohohot my chohohohohohohoice!” Yu whined, clenching his arms to his sides when Kimizuki tried yet again to go higher than his ribs. “Mahahahahahahake him stohohohohohohop!”

Instead, Yoichi just smiled at him and moved to stand behind his head, reaching down to grab at his arms.

“You’ll have to give it your all,” Kimizuki chuckled when he saw his teammate struggling to pull Yu’s arms up. “He’s surprisingly strong, even now.”

Spurred on by his teammate’s words, Yoichi gripped Yu’s arms tighter and pulled with all his might, gradually forcing them above his head.

“Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Yu screeched, thrashing and kicking the whole way but losing the battle all the same.

Kimizuki’s smirk turned into a wicked grin as he finally, finally plunged his tickling fingers into Yu’s armpits.

Yu’s whole body reacted, jerking and spasming as he arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut and absolutely screamed with laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHASSHOLES!! I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHIHLL YOU!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Whoa!” Yoichi cried, giggling along with his friend as he quickly repositioned himself so he could sit on his arms instead of just holding them, ensuring that he was trapped in this new vulnerable position. “He’s really ticklish, isn’t he?”

“Seems like it,” Kimizuki replied, smiling as well as he dug and kneaded into Yu’s armpits, drawing out a myriad of shrieks and cackles and even a few snorts from their brooding friend.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Yu cried, the first pleading word to come out of him so far tonight. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

Kimizuki just chuckled and kept tickling, being merciful and going back to his ribs and sides for a few seconds at a time to give him a breather, and all the while Yoichi looked on with a beaming smile of his own, both of them happy to see Yu properly laughing for the first time since he’d seen his friend out on the battlefield.

After a couple of minutes – during which time the both of them were surprised to hear that Yu had stopped demanding for them to knock it off, stopped saying anything at all, really – Kimizuki noticed tears in his friend’s eyes and decided he’d had enough, slowing his tickling to a gradual stop.

“There, now, was that so hard?” he teased, his smile beginning to fade when he noticed Yu’s own forced grin beginning to wobble.

Kimizuki and Yoichi looked at each other in alarm. This was not what they’d wanted.

“I…” the pink-haired boy stammered, climbing off of his teammate as he brought his arms down and covered his eyes with one hand, the other clenched in his shirt. “I’m…I’m sorry, Yu. I should have…you asked me to stop, and I…”

“It’s not that,” Yu managed, his voice obviously choked up from trying to hold in his emotions.

Yoichi sat at the head of the bed, frowning worriedly at him as well. “Then what is it?”

Yu swallowed hard, taking a few moments to find his voice again. “It’s just…I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. I forgot how…how good it feels.”

His teammates exchanged glances again, this time surprised ones.

After another few moments of gathering himself, Yu pushed up into a sitting position, keeping his head down as he murmured, “I’m not upset. That was…”

When he didn’t – or couldn’t – say anything more, Kimizuki hesitantly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, surprised when Yu buried his face in his chest and hugged him. He returned the gesture, glancing up at Yoichi’s beaming face just as he joined in, too, and then all three of them were hugging each other tightly, like they never wanted to let go.

“You’re still gonna pay for that, though,” Yu grumbled against his teammate’s shirt, making him chuckle and ruffle his hair.

“We’ll see about that.”

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My Hero Academia: Phantom Tickles!

The poll has spoken, poor Bakugo. xD

Summary: Bakugo tries to take on a villain solo, Dynamite can do this alone! He soon discovers that this task might be a little tricky for one ticklish guy to tackle. Lee Bakugo, Ler villain

Tw: Swearing

07/02/23

Update (26/02/23): Just thought I'd add the details of my villain oc here, since some of you have be asking!

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"Oi! Stop running, bastard!" A familiar sound echoed through the back alleys of the city, Bakugos harsh, aggressive tone broke through the air as he was in pursuit of a crook who'd been spotted stealing people's purses earlier that day. Now that Bakugo was on the case, he was done for. "I said stop, damn it!"

The villain in question was a boy, a few years older than Bakugo, short in stature but nimble on his feet, ducking and darting around the narrow back alleys of the city streets. He turned, sticking his tongue out patronising the hot-headed hero before sprinting out of sight, earning an enraged growl in response.

Bakugo rounded the corner. The villain in his sights. Aim. Fire! He shot himself forward with a few powerful blasts, tackling the culprit to the ground quickly. "Hah! Not so smug now are ya, stupid?" He jeered, pinning one of the boys arms behind his back, keeping him in place.

"Oh noooo, looks like I'm in a spot of trouble here," The other sang in a sarcastic tone, leering over his shoulder at Bakugo. "Damn right you are, this ain't a good time for you to be smilin'." He retorted, pulling the boy to his feet.

"You're right, this is certainly no laughing matter. Oh me, oh my, whatever will I do?" With his free hand, the boy started tracing small circles in the air with a finger, small white lines following the pattern like a sparkler.

"The fuck are you- Hah!" Bakugo hunched over, one hand hugging his stomach as the other kept hold of the boy's wrist. What was that? It felt like, a finger, on his stomach but, there was no way- He shook it off, grumbling as he started to drag the boy back towards the main street.

Once again, the boy raised a hand, this time making a clawing gesture at the air as he grinned. Bakugos knees turned to jelly for a second, making him stumble and lean on the wall of the alleyway as he let out a random, short rush of laughter. "PffAHA!.... What-?" He looked around, bewildered by what just happened.

"What the matter, hero? I thought you said this was no time for smiling." The crook teased, raising a snarky brow at the ash blonde. That's when it clicked. It must be the teen's quirk, it's making him laugh. Bakugo cringed, remembering his encounter with that Mr Smiley.

"You-" Bakugo seethed, gritting his teeth as he roughly pulled both the boy's arms back, marching him further down the dingy walkway. "You'd better cut that out or you'll be s-! S-Sssaha!" He bit his lip, trying to stifle his giggling as he felt a set of ghost hands poking at his tummy in random patterns.

This was getting silly, and embarrassing. Bakugos walk became wobbly, drunken-like as he tried to keep his composure. He could see the boy side-eyeing him with a smile. "I don't see what's so funny, hero." He mocked, starting to twiddle his thumbs. Bakugo suddenly stuck his backside out, trying to lean away from the grip he felt on his hips, the feeling of soft thumbs pressing into the sensitive bone, letting out a shriek.

"Damn it! Stahap!" His grip loosened on his prisoner's wrists, allowing a split second for him to yank his hands free, taking a couple of large steps away from the giggling hero before turning back, looking at the big strong blonde as he started to loose his cool.

"Fuck! Listen here asshole!" Bakugo steamed, explosions firing from his clawed fists. "You're going to jail today whether you like it or n-Ahaha!" Another tickling sensation worked its way up Bakugos inner thighs, making his knees buckle beneath him.

"Poor hero, who would have thought that a few tickles would, quite literally, bring you to your knees." Pinching gestures made by the villain caused Bakugo to snort as he squeezed his thighs together, trying to block the unstoppable attack.

"Stahahap! I-I mehehean ihit!" Threats shrouded in giggling aren't very effective. The villain crouched by Bakugos side, chuckling as he watched him writhe. "Tickle, tickle, tickle~ C'mon hero, do something!" He teased, cupping his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm, sending it straight to Bakugos belly.

"AAAAH! Nononono! Nahahaha!" The blonde's head snapped back as he hugged his stomach, howling with laughter. "I'll kihill you! I'll kill you dead! FAHAHACK!" His legs kicked and spasmed, flailing helplessly as the attack moved to his feet. A scratching sensation made his arches tingle.

"Aawww, he's got tickly little feets. What about if we creep back on uuuup~" Singing again, the villain made his fingers walk in the air, Bakugo felt each step make it way up his thighs, over his tummy and towards the top of his ribs.

"No! Nonononono! Stop! DON'T!" He tried brushing off each step with panicked hands before quickly attempting to grab the villains. Too slow.

"Coochie, coochie, cooo~"

"NO-!" Then it hit, the awful, maddening sensation of tickling on his most lethal spot. Below the underarms, and above the ribs. "NAAAAHAHAHA! N-NOHO! SHIHIHIT!" He clamped his elbows to his sides, still trying to stop the tickling, to no avail.

"OH GOD- YOU'RE DEA-AHA!" His threats became nothing but a jumble of mismatched sounds, a snort acting as a punctuation in the endless stream of laughter.

"That's not very heroic of you, mind you, I am about to kill you with tickles. God my quirk is so fun. My victims say they can feel the tickling much worse than physical tickling." He grinned, not even sure if Bakugo was listening through his hysterics. "They say they feel it right down the bone. Like their brain is being tickled directly. Is that how it feels, Dynamite? Does it tickle that bad?" This villain was the worst.

Bakugo nodded, his face was red hot with blush, unable to respond verbally any more as his eyes filled with tears of mirth, dampening the edges of his eye mask. He arched his back, pressing his head into the ground as he wailed with laughter, the sound echoed down every street nearby.

"Aww, good. I like seeing you students smile. Although we're on different teams, I know you have it tough." He smiled, playfully wriggling his fingers in the air over Bakugos flailing body, a million little spider tickles tiptoed up and down his tummy, the hysterics dying down to breathy giggling. "Stahap! You're soho dead when I catch you! Hahaha!"

"Oop, rude. Back up we go~"

"NO! NONONO WAIT! AHAHA-!"

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He wasn't sure how long the tickling had lasted, but the villain was gone. He had turned Bakugos mask around, blocking his vision before he bolted, leaving the hero in a sweaty heap on the ground, still giggling as he hugged himself. "Damn.... H-Hehe's so gonna.... hah.... regret that...."

Despite having his dignity stripped from him for the time being, Bakugo was looking forward to finding the villain again. He wanted to catch him, bring him to justice! Obviously. No other reason.

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I wrote somethin a little different today, if you're interested in some not sfw wolf kacchan and bunny izuku, check it out on my ao3!

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Just Ask (My Hero Academia)

This fic was commissioned by @queerishima18. Thank you!

Primary Universe

Summary: Kirishima is in a bad lee mood, so he fights off his nerves and asks Bakugou to tickle him. Luckily, Bakugou is more than happy to oblige.

A/N: THIS IS MY 100TH MHA FIC WHO EVEN AM I LOL

No but seriously, thank you to queerishima18 for commissioning this cute fic idea, and THANK YOU to all of you who have supported me over the years to make this crazy milestone possible! 100 MHA FICS! That's insane!! Please enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,756

Warning: Light, consensual bondage

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He was going to do it. Kirishima was going to get up, go to Bakugou’s room, and ask him to tickle him. He really was! He was…as soon as he could find the courage to get his butt out of his desk chair.

He stared at the closed door of his own room, leg bouncing nervously. Bakugou had told him he’d do it anytime he asked, and Kiri believed him. But that was the embarrassing part – actually asking. Like, straightforwardly asking to be turned into a puddle of laughter. But he wanted it so bad, and he knew his explosive friend would keep his promise. He also knew Bakugou preferred being asked rather than provoked, if his competition with Deku a while back had proven anything. (He’d feel bad for Midoriya if his friend hadn’t loved it so much.)

Kirishima got to his feet, but that’s as far as he managed. He hesitated again, pulled out his phone, considered sending a text instead. It would be easier that way, right? If Bakugou wasn’t interested, being rejected in a message instead of in person would suck less, wouldn’t it?

He tapped out a message, erased it. Tried again, erased it again. Then he shoved his phone in his pocket and strode to the door. Asking over text wasn’t manly. He could do it in person. It was just tickling! And if all else failed, he could always ask Todoroki.

It wouldn’t be quite the same, but still.

Two minutes later he was standing in front of Bakugou’s door, hesitating again. I can do this, he told himself firmly. If he can come to all of us and ask for it, I can go to him and ask. He told me I could. Just do it!

He knocked. He thought about running away.

He didn’t.

Bakugou yanked open the door, looking irritated, but his usual scowl softened when he saw the redhead. “What do you want, spiky hair?”

Kirishima found himself hesitating a third time.

The blonde seemed to sense something was up. He stepped back and gestured for Kiri to come in, which he did, albeit slowly. Once the door was closed again, Bakugou asked in a gentler voice, “What’s up? You look nervous.”

“I am,” Kiri admitted, leaning against the wall and letting out a huge sigh. He glanced over, saw his best friend’s expectant stare, and covered his eyes with one hand. “I came to ask you to tickle me but if you’re busy or not in the mood I totally get it, it can just be whenever, I don’t want to impose—”

Bakugou grabbed his ribs and squeezed once, effectively silencing him and making him shoot his arms down instinctively, making actual eye contact this time. Kiri’s eyes widened. His friend was wearing a wicked smirk that immediately made him both terrified and elated.

“You want me to tickle you?” Bakugou asked in a low, teasing voice. Kiri swallowed. “Well? I asked you a question, Eijiro.”

Oh, crap. First names? He was screwed already.

“I…y-yeah, I…I want you to tickle me,” he stammered.

“Then you’d better get your butt to the bed before I take you down right here against this wall.”

What the heck?! Kiri pushed past him and scurried to the bed, if nothing else just to get away from that intense gaze for a few seconds. He sat down and looked back at the blonde, who stopped halfway in following him, seeming to consider something.

“What…what are you doing?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou glanced at his closet, then back at him. “How bad do you want me to tickle you? Like…do you want to be able to fight me, or would you rather be totally out of control?”

“Um…” Kiri hesitated yet again. He shifted slightly. “I mean…I guess it doesn’t matter? Why?”

Silently, Bakugou opened his closet and rifled in his bottom drawer for something. He paused before looking over at his friend and holding up a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs.

Kiri’s eyes widened. “Bakugou?”

“It’s not what you think, all right?” the blonde snapped, looking both frustrated and flustered at once. “I do this to Deku when he’s got it bad sometimes, too, and I thought it was easier than using neckties all the time. But if you don’t want—”

“I do,” Kirishima said quickly, then followed it up with, “Wait, you tie Midoriya up when you tickle him?”

“Only when he wants me to totally wreck him, like you do right now.” Bakugou got to his feet. “Are you sure? Once you’re in these you’re at my mercy until you use the safe word. And I’m not feeling particularly merciful today.”

Kiri shuddered, an excitement he hadn’t known was possible settling over him. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Seeming more at ease and in his element now, Bakugou shot him another evil smile. “Then lay down and put your arms up so I can get those pesky hands out of my way.”

Moments later the cool metal of the cuffs were around each of his wrists, and Kiri gave an experimental tug at them, a thrill coursing through him when he realized he really wasn’t going anywhere, and now Bakugou was straddling his waist, cracking his knuckles.

“Use the safe word when you want me to stop for real, okay?” the blonde said seriously, beginning to drag his nails along his friend’s ribs.

Kiri squeaked and bit his lip to contain his smile. “I will.”

“Good.”

The redhead squealed with giggles a second later, squirming uselessly beneath the light tickles his friend was giving him as a warm-up. He’d had his arms pinned above him before, but not bound like they were now. This was so much different. Here it was just the two of them, but he was even more helpless to stop what was about to happen than usual. It was terrifying, but he couldn’t wait to really get going with this session. He’d wanted this so bad. He was craving it even more now that it had started.

“Getting excited?” Bakugou teased, as if sensing his shift in mood. He pushed Kiri’s shirt up just enough to get better access to his ribs and slowly began to increase his tickling pressure. “We’ll see how long that lasts when I have you begging me to stop.”

“I d-dohohohohon’t beheheheg easily,” Kiri reminded him, daring to be bold even in this position. “You’ll hahahahahahave to wohohohork for it.”

“I think you’re forgetting what it’s like to be the sole recipient of my tickle torture.”

“AIIEEE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA WAIT!! OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY, NOT SO FAHAHAHAST!! WAIT!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“What? You said you wanted me to tickle you, and you even let me tie you up. You must be in a really bad mood, huh?” Bakugou teased easily, enjoying the panicked laughter he was getting now that he was digging into his friend’s ribs with everything he had. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“GOD NOHOHOHOHO DON’T DOHOHOHOHO THAT!! BAKUGOU!!”

“Let’s see…” The blonde gradually slowed his tickling to a lighter pace, allowing his friend a moment to breathe. “You know what? I’m going to work my way up.” Bakugou scooted himself back so he was straddling Kiri’s ankles instead, reaching behind him to scratch at his bare soles with a smug smile on his lips.

“Ah! Nohohohohoho!” Kiri burst into giggles again, tugging at his restraints. Somehow it made it tickle even worse, not being able to roll around or kick or anything at all. “Ehehehehehehehehehe!”

“I’m going to start here,” Bakugou told him matter-of-factly, wiggling his fingers into the spaces between the redhead’s toes, making him squeal. “And I’m going to sloooowly work my way up to your knees and thighs.” A quick scratching over his arches. “Then I’ll tickle your hips, and your sides, and your stomach. Your pudge is looking extra ticklish today.”

Kiri whined, wishing for all the world that he could cover up his blushing face, giggling crazily all the while from the light, lazy tickling on his feet. “Dohohohon’t tahahahalk about my puhuhudge!”

“I’ll talk about whatever I dang well please,” Bakugou growled, digging into his toes again, drawing yet another screech and subsequent laughter from his friend. “And you’ll do nothing to stop me because you can’t. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Bakugou was being extra mean with his teasing today, it seemed. Kirishima had no idea why or where it had come from, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all. In fact, it only made him more anxious to get moving. Get laughing. Screaming for mercy as he always ended up doing when his best friend was the one doing the tickling.

“Then I’m going to go up to your armpits and your neck, and that ridiculously sensitive collarbone of yours.”

“Shuhuhuhut up! I cahahahahan’t help – AIEEE!!”

Bakugou’s gaze had darkened, but his smirk told Kiri he was enjoying this just as much as he was. “Tell me to shut up again and see what happens.”

Kiri kept his mouth shut, save for the increasingly hysterical giggles.

“Then, just when you think you can’t handle any more, I’m going to tickle your ribs again. One by one, veeeery slowly, until you’re begging so hard you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore.”

“Plehehehehease, Bakugou!”

“Yes, just like that.”

“Plehehehease, just dohohohoho it! Tihihihihickle me like you mehehehehean it, already!”

Bakugou quirked a brow and lunged for his ribs without warning, making Kiri scream in surprise and hysterics when his most ticklish spot was assaulted with his atomic friend’s unique brand of tickle torture. “You know what? You’re making me change my mind about how I want to take you down. That’s rude, considering you’re the one who came to me, asking me to take away all your control~”

“AHAHAHAHAHA I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THERE!! NOT YEHEHEHEHEHET!!”

Bakugou chuckled, grinned, settled himself back in for a very rib-focused session, enjoying the way Kiri’s face lit up with terror and delight at the same time, laughter filling the room, making him feel lighter just by being present for it. “Hmm…I think I’ll stay here for a little while after all, since you want it so bad. Does that sound good to you?”

Kirishima was already laughing so hard he couldn’t reply, but he wouldn’t have denied it if he could. He was so, so glad he’d found the courage to ask for it this time.

His best friend chuckled again, making him feel twice as sensitive, making him laugh even louder.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Hii, just wanted to say that I recently stumbled upon your page and I love how well written your fics are; there's just something different about the way you write that draws me into the story :D I saw that you opened requests for short stories so could I request for lee Kirishima and ler Bakugou? Maybe Kiri pranked Bakugou, but Bakugou isn't big on pranks so he decides to tickle Kiri to get him back for the prank instead. Tickle spot could be the ribs, but I don't mind if you wanna change it :> Thankss

A/N: Ahhh thank you so much for your kind words! I was really excited to write this so thank you for requesting it! Hope you enjoy!

Shut Up and Laugh!

Primary AU

Words: 1,086

Reading Time: 4 Minutes

Pairing: Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugo

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“I’M SORRY!” 

“GET BACK HERE, SHITTY HAIR!”

Kirishima’s arms and legs pumped hard as he vaulted over the table and spun around, meeting eyes with a soaking wet Bakugo who was so angry, Kirishima thought he could he see steam rising out of his ears. 

“Come on, man! I said I was sorry!”

“I’m going to make you regret the day you were born, you bastard! Get over here!” 

Bakugo ran to the left of the table, and Kirishima matched him, running to the right.

“Stop running!” Bakugo growled, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.

Kirishima had been feeling mischievous that day and wanted to pull a prank on the angry blonde. So he set a bucket of water on top of the apartment door and left it slightly ajar, so that whoever opened it would get splashed. After setting everything up, he invited Bakugo over, who foolishly opened the door and got rewarded with water spilling all over him and soaking into his shirt and pants. His stunned expression and lack of physical reaction; Just stating there with his mouth open in shock, caused Kirishima to explode into a laughing fit, breaking Bakugo out of his stunned trance at the mention of posting a video from a hidden camera somewhere in the apartment to the group chat they shared with their friends.

“Okay, maybe if you took a second to calm- AH!”

Bakugo slammed his hand on the table and started to jump it, comically slipping back off and crashing onto the floor. Kirishima bursted into laughter at the stunned blonde’s expression. He bent over and held his waist, laughing harder when Bakugo tried to get up and fell back down again. 

Bakugo growled and used a small explosion to slide his way over and like a bowling ball, crashed into Kirishima. The red head yelped, tripping and landing hard on his back, caught off guard by the use of the explosive quirk indoors.

Bakugo easily straddled Kirishima who was weakened by his continuous laughing fit and shoved the red head’s wrists underneath his knees, locking them in place. 

“You’re geheheting me all wehehet!” Kirishima broke into another bout of laughter at Bakugo’s frustrated expression.

“You trying to make a fool outta me?!” He yelled, an irritated vein popping visibly from his temple.

“Ihihit was just a prahahank! It was funny! And then you goho and fall ahahaohof the tahahahable? Ahhhahahahahaha!”

“You wanna keep laughing? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

Before Kirishima could register what was happening, he was laughing for a whole other reason. He bucked as the blonde on top of him dug ruthlessly into his sides. Caught off guard at the randomness of the ticklish attack, Kirishima couldn’t stop himself from falling into surprised laughter, kicking his legs and pressing his knees against the blondes back, trying to push him off.

“Laugh at this, you dumbass!” Bakugo growled, still somehow seeming menacing and pissy despite the fact that he was now tickling his friend to tears.

“Bahahahahakugo whahahat ahahare you dohoing? AHH!” 

Bakugo’s fingers dug into his sides, moving down slightly to press into his hips. Kirishima broke into bucking laughter, thrashing a little harder and trying to wrench his hands free.

The wet blonde smiled. “Tch, Figures. You would be this ticklish. You look like an idiot!” 

Kirishima yelped and arched his back when Bakugo teased up his sides again. 

“Where the hell is your bad spot, huh?” Bakugo wondered out loud, pinching along his sides, spidering along his stomach and inching himself down to dig into his hips. 

“STAHAHAP! I’m sohohory!” Kirishima shook his head back and forth, trying to wrench his hands from underneath the blondes knees, but Bakugo held fast, not letting Kirishima escape.

“Shut up! You’re gonna be sorry after I’m done with you!” With a growl, Bakugo poked at Kirishima’s ribs and the red head jolted, bucked his hips, and let out a startled yelp all at the same time. An evil smile spread across Bakugo’s face making Kirishima genuinely regret his actions for the first time that night.

“Bakugo! Hey, Im sorry! I shouldn’t have done it, I-“

“Nah, it’s too late for that!” The blonde cracked his knuckles for shameless emphasis. “This will show you what happens when you mess with me! NOW DIEE!”

Bakugo ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Kirishima’s ribs, digging into, around, and between the bones with scary pin point accuracy. It was mercilessly devastating and Kirishima bucked so hard Bakugo almost lost his balance. For a few moments, there was only thrashing, then there was loud, hard laughter that surprised even Kirishima himself.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAH! BAHAHAKUGO NAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!”

“Shut up and laugh!”

“HAHAHAHOHOW CAHAHAN I SHUHUT UP AND LAHAHAHAHGUH?”

“That’s it!”

Kirishima doubled over when Bakugo vibrated all of his fingers into his bottom ribs. Kirishima mindlessly kicked and bucked, slamming his back onto the ground and hitting his head hard against the floor. His hilarity gave way to silent laughter. Bakugo smiled deviously, taking his silent laughter as one hundred percent victory.

“————- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAKKUHUHUHU———— STAHA-HAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHHESE!”

Kirishima wanted so badly to use his quirk, but he was unable to concentrate fully enough to do so, the sparkling electric current that was spamming his ribs reached his brain in unmeasurable speeds, causing him to buck and writhe and gasp as Bakugo absolutely let him have it. Bakugo kept going despite the Kirishima’s begging, his victim’s face and neck turning the same color as his hair.

Once Kirishima started wheezing, Bakugo finally let up. He jumped off of the red head who stayed stuck where he was on the floor, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath.

“I… wasn’t… expecting that.” Kirishima huffed in between breaths.

“I wont go so easy next time, asshole.” Bakugo cursed, pulling at his still wet shirt uncomfortably. “Hope it was worth it shitty hair. Is that stupid prank the reason you had me come to this shit hole?”

Kirishima shook his head, regaining his breath and sitting up. Bless his amazing stamina. “No, I got new monitors and I wanted to show you. I got a shirt for you too, man! No hard feelings.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but they shone with interest. “Whatever.”

“Hey, Bakugo?”

“Huh?”

“Are you ticklish?” 

Bakugo scoffed. “Of course not. I’m not some childish weirdo like you. Now show me the damn monitors.”

Kirishima raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t say anything more. Maybe one day he would find out the truth, but not today.

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bullet points #3

more from the tickle fights being healthy vid tags

bakugou sending this to kirishima to jUsTiFy that he‘s about to ask for tickles or test out bringing up the topic to see the reaction acdjwlwhjd

and kiri just goes ‘ooh!! can confirm haha, used to love having tickle fights back at home’ or smth lmao and bakugou reads that and just barely keeps himself from absolutely screaming into his pillow

he types back ‘weirdo’ because he gets stupid around kirishima (and tickling) and kiri takes it as a joke and texts back ‘it‘s literally theorized to help keep you healthy bro!!’ and bkg grins to himself and rolls his eyes and is about to snark type back but then kiri sends another message

‘maybe a little tickling could do even you some good, mister explosion murder~!’

and bakugou nearly chokes on his spit, face blushing bright red as he furiously types back ‘shut the fuck up!!’

and kiri just answers ‘or what >:) bet i would beat u in a tickle fight’

and bakugou bites his lips to keep from nervously grinning before typing back, competitive but ever so slightly nervous, ‘say that to my fucking face, coward’

and low and behold, kirishima‘s door opens and a familiar butterfly-inducing laugh rings out, muffled through bakugou‘s locked door,

—which promptly bursts open because it was decidedly not locked which makes bakugou jump and kirishima laugh again when he realizes what happened,

and then bakugou‘s jumping up from his bed and ready to fight but kirishima makes the first move and just tackles him right back onto the bed

they wrestle until kirishima goes, “you know a tickle fight isn‘t just wrestling, right, bro?” and bakugou officially can‘t keep his grin off his face anymore, reiterating his earlier points, “shut the fuck up, shitty hair!”

and kirishima laughs and goes, “make me” and bakugou‘s mind briefly flashes with imagery that is decidedly not tickling,

but then lets go off the grip he had on kirishima‘s hands to grab the redhead‘s sides and, improvising off of the vague theoretical knowledge he has of tickling, squeezes like no tomorrow

it‘s a little bit rough but it gets kirishima collapsing on top of him in laughter all the same, which is a development bakugou had not foreseen but was equally not opposed to in the slightest

until kirishima made use of the proximity to worm his hands between them, grab bakugou‘s sides and squeeze.

it feels like he‘s hit by fucking lightning and he spasms accordingly, but instead of a yelp of pain, he loses fucking laughter.

“shihihit!! AAHAH fUHuCK THEHE FUHUCK IHIS THIHIHIS!!”

his own hands have stopped squeezing kirishima‘s sides to try in vain to dislodge his friend‘s hold on himself, but kirishima laughs anyway, “this is a tickle fight, bro! i‘m not just gonna let you tickle me without tickling back!”

and holy shit yeah that‘s not what bakugou had meant at all, he was talking about the fucking feeling running through him like electrifying hot chocolate, fucking maddening yet in some weird, strange as fuck way warm and absolutely welcome.

in a way that is apparently perfectly human.

or... mammal.

another maddening and much more embarrassing thing is the way bakugou feels it tickle more the more liberally kirishima uses the word tickle.

“SHUHUT THEHE FUHUCK UHUP!”

kirishima smiles crookedly, “you‘ve been saying that a lot today. does it embarrass you when i talk about tickle-tickle-tickling~?”

he moves his hands so one scratches and pinches at bakugou‘s ribs and the other kneads into one of bakugou‘s hips and bakugou will forever blame that unfairly skillful attack on two spots at once for the way his laughter rises in pitch and hysterics.

while bakugou tries his best to both turn onto his side to block at least his ribs and simultaneously squirm into every other direction possible because apparently that’s his body’s idea of ideal self-defense,

kirishima decides to give him more of a fighting chance and moves to claw just one hand at his stomach, “bro, where‘s your fighting spirit today, bakugou? this tickle fight is getting awfully one-sided.”

his eyes twinkle with a sudden thought, and he leans closer with a knowing smile, “unless you want me to tickle the shit out of you?”

bakugou‘s face has never been a brighter red than when he finally manages to grab kirishima‘s now lone attacking hand and push it away from him,

giggles finally brought to a temporary end.

his eyes are on fire as he holds kirishima‘s gaze with a steady, unforgiving stare,

panting hard and growling through his grin, “you’ll fucking wish that‘s what i wanted when i‘m done with you.”

and kirishima‘s smile turns into a nervously excited grin as his own stomach fills with anticipatory butterflies,

and then he‘s falling backwards and laughing when bakugou straddles him and, at a lucky guess, digs right into his underarms.

his grin turns wider, a mix of absolute shit-eating, shameless schadenfreude and adorable, happy excitement when kirishima throws his head back and laughs harder than bakugou had been laughing.

a very lucky guess, as it turns out.

“HAAHAHAHAHAH!! AAHAHAH!” his favorite redhead laughs, pulling his arms close fruitlessly but not trying to get away at all.

“damn, you really like this.” bakugou observes, almost quietly, almost more to himself than kirishima.

his lips were quick to twitch back into a wide, delighted grin when he spies the red flooding kirishima‘s cheeks.

“oh?” bakugou leans closer to taunt, “you suddenly embarrassed? can dish it out but can’t take it?”

embarrassment settles over himself again when he talks next, paints his cheeks pink, but the desire for revenge makes him say it anyway.

“tickle tickle, motherfucker.”

kirishima snorts,

and something about it makes katsuki stop dead in his tracks.

he scans kirishima‘s face with his brows furrowed,

kirishima evades his gaze and bursts out laughing again, and bakugou’s eyes widen. “are you laughing at me, you stupid shithead?!”

“NOOHOHO!” kirishima laughs back, and he’s a shitty liar, shielding himself with hardening as bakugou throws mini explosions at him that gradually get a little bigger.

“your lying fucking sucks, asshole! fuck you, you shitty little himbo!”

kirishima only laughs more, but it sounds like it always does when they‘re having fun, so the tight embarrassment in bakugou’s stomach unfolds a little bit.

shitty hair continues laughing, “hehey! yohou said being a himboho ihisn‘t a bahad thing!”

bakugou halts his explosive assault, watching the redhead with narrowed eyes and singleminded focus, picking the worst interpretation of kirishima‘s words possible (as he tends to do when feeling attacked), and yet, right now, he’s fighting a grin.

“so you admit you were lying.”

kirishima‘s mouth forms an o that almost makes bakugou laugh.

instead, he lets his face settle into his battle grin, secretly delighting at the nervous little giggles kirishima lets out in response.

“you‘re gonna regret that, shitty hair.”

bakugou tickles the fuck out of him and thinks this isn‘t how i thought this would go but am i complaining? in the middle of it, and is about to ask his shitty haired best friend if he plans on ever laughing at him again,

when kirishima looks up at him with the most tickled out, happy and exhausted grin ever, “no regrehets.”

and bakugou smiles before he can stop himself.

“fucker.” he murmurs quietly, fondly, in spite of his very best efforts to never be happy or soft, ever.

kirishima snuggles into katsuki‘s middle, and bakugou looks down at him with mild panic that ever so slightly bleeds into his voice. “fuck are you doing?”

kirishima smiles. katsuki can feel it.

“cuddlin‘.”

“i just fuckin‘ killed you,” bakugou mumbles, and kirishima giggles again, prompting a flick to his ear. “you fuckin‘ laughin‘ at me again, shitty hair?”

kirishima shakes his head emphatically, and it’s ironic because katsuki feels a bit numb as well, but he can feel every micro motion of it.

“nnnever. ‘m just cuddlin‘!” kirishima insists, and bakugou lowers a hand to his hair, buries his fingers in the strands without conscious decision to do so.

“hm.”

kirishima smiles again, “hm!”

bakugou leans back against the headboard and closes his eyes. “whatever.”

he can feel kirishima grin against his stomach through his shirt.

his fingers slowly, gently flex in kirishima‘s hair, then relax, fingertips running over the redhead‘s scalp.

kirishima’s asleep within minutes.

bakugou follows after not too many more.

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scraps or fire (and what‘s in between)

a/n: hi, i found this in my notes and i don‘t think it sucks. hopefully you think so too :‘)

minors dni, simply bc i just.. don‘t want you to; blogs who allow minors pls don‘t reblog !

that whole bakugou doesn’t get soft love thing, everything is brash or burning and sudden and short-lived

the squad is fond of using tickles to convince each other to do stuff, and bakugou notices, but doesn’t ever partake

until one brave soul, aka a very jumpy and giggly — and stupid if you ask half of the class for this — kaminari, sneaks up behind him while he‘s in the kitchen and just reaching up to get something out of this stupidly high fucking cupboard—

—digs two fingers each into katsuki‘s sides.

while bakugou is busy jumping out of his fucking skin, kaminari lets out a hysterical and terrified giggle and runs,

and bakugou doesn‘t think twice when he slams the cupboard door shut and runs after the bastard with a good old death threat and crackling hands.

kaminari ends up headlocked and roughly noogie’d, bakugou berating and threatening him to better not repeat that while he whines and eventually gives in.

bakugou releases him with a huff, gives him a shove that‘s too light to really be mean, and then walks back to the kitchen without looking back.

“will you make me dinner, too?” kaminari shouts after him, and bakugou throws an “in your fucking dreams, idiot!” over his shoulder,

...but ends up making enough for… well, more than just kiri and him anyway. if dunce face takes a portion too, what the fuck does he care.

i wanted the squad to from then on maybe sort of sometimes tickle him too, maybe they have some silly game whatever, it’s just casual affection between them,

but there‘s also cheer up tickles, or soft, teasy ones, or cheer on tickles when kami or kiri or sero or even mina need a confidence boost.

it’s just affection between them,

but bakugou only ever gets the quick tickle and run, or more, but rough ones.

they’re not rough enough to hurt, and even if he‘d never admit it, they’re sorta fun… but he can’t help it when he sees the way the others are so damn soft with each other, when they treat him like they really do have to get him bad enough to temporarily incapacitate him and then run for their fucking life.

and that‘s his fucking fault. and they’re right anyway, he does run after them every time and gets revenge one way or another, but… sometimes it feels like he’s just doing it because this is what’s expected of him.

he doesn’t want them to always feel the need to fucking run or whatever, but he‘d rather deck himself than admit that he sees them being gentle and wants so bad it hurts.

it’s stupid.

it’s not like they’re excluding him, or actually fucking scared he‘d hurt them or whatever, it’s just what they’ve established he‘s comfortable with or whatever. the morons fucking care about that after all.

......YAAAA anyway, he only ever gets got or tazed and then they run away or something, but they gently prod each other‘s ribs to draw out smiles or soft laughs or tazer someone but then hug them immediately afterwards and giggle about having scared them in their ear,

and not even fucking kirishima does that to him.

(because that‘s all the squad think he‘s comfortable with, like they think of it more as like he lets them get away with it cause he likes them, they are friends, but it‘s more like. an adrenaline rush for them lmao? more just when they wanna be mischievous little shits or when it‘s a group tickle war or whatever, that‘s when they‘ll get him too, but they never just hug him or hold his hand or prod his side until he smiles, and he gets sick at himself for even thinking about this shit when he knows they love him, and he doesn‘t want that shit,

that‘s not fucking for him,

it‘s incom-fucking-patible with who he is.

and he doesn‘t give a shit.

…but he does.

kiri slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into a half-hug and high-fives him and presses their legs together under the table, and every now and then, every now and then he brushes his hand against katsuki‘s when they walk, or reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder or give his back a pat or a rub,

but he never leaves it there, and the brushes could be accidental, and the hugs are never long and never fucking frontal.

the last time katsuki was fucking held like he sees kirishima hug and hold anyone in his vicinity who shows even a modicum of being upset

(aside from him, all he gets is sitting close enough for their sides to be pressed up against each other and sometimes a head bonking his, kiri obviously wanting to help but not knowing how. instead of a hug he offers to go train together, to let katsuki blow off some steam, and katsuki never disagrees, never lets those dumbass longings he can‘t seem to squash see light.)

was when he was fucking five and fell off a ledge while hiking, scaring his dad shitless enough to carry him the rest of the way. which was fucking humiliating for katsuki back then, and still would be now, but he misses the touch.

he‘d been scared, too; the rock he‘d stepped on was loose and suddenly he just fell;

his dad‘s hold had felt like the only reliable thing in the world for the first couple moments after the shock.

anyway,

he only gets half or double,

half a hug over the shoulder, or a sudden tickle that leaves the shock running through his blood long after the split second touch had left,

it‘s either scraps or fire,

but he wants the in-between so bad.

he swallows it down for a whole while,

during which kirishima gets a slight bit more touchy.

tickles still stay mostly sudden and meaningless squad being little shits that want to annoy him to get a rise out of him,

but the hand on his shoulder lingers, the pulled in half hug gets longer,

the accidental hand brushes more frequent.

then they‘re dating.

they start sharing a bed again, after hanging out too long to leave,

and katsuki wakes up wrapped up in kirishima‘s arms. and he doesn‘t want to ruin it, so he closes his eyes and pretends to try to go back to sleep.

he‘s warm, he‘s so warm. it‘s really nice.

at some point, after he‘s come to terms with never being tickled like the others but at least being touched like them now, he reaches out to do the tickling to kirishima,

and it‘s like a switch has been flipped?? lmao??? like he introduces it so now kiri‘s like wait that‘s on the table and suddenly the tables are turned and katsuki‘s laying underneath kiri, not laughing himself out of his mind but just laughing and grinning, and receiving kissies on his cheek and scrunched up nose and all over his face while kiri goes slow (comparably) and drinks his giggles up like a towel lol?,

and savors the moment.

and katsuki can too!! and he DOES❕❕❕

yeah, so he does get soft gentle prods just to make him smile now, and tickly kisses to his ear when kiri‘s being a wonderful little shit and tells him he likes his blush, weirdo, it‘s all blotchy and discolored and stupid, and kiri likes it, and katsuki blushes harder and hides his so-wide-his-cheeks-hurt smile in eijirou‘s shoulder.

he gets his hands kissed too, which straight up lets him know that his boyfriend is a lunatic because hardening quirk or not those explode and destroy, and they shouldn’t be kissed like they mend and heal, but kiri kisses them like it anyway, and katsuki inwardly screeches a bit every time.

(fucking tell anyone and you’re dead.)

(love that that’s like if he was entrusting us with all this!!!!!!!!!!!)

once he dates kiri he feels like he‘s allowed and finally free to be gentle and be loved gently in return, even sometimes without him having done anything to deserve it— kiri‘ll just see him and lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, and katsuki couldn’t be happier.

the endddd or something hehe

YAAAS he uses the general thing of dating as an excuse to be gentle cause he’s fucking supposed to be like this, dipshit, you think he‘d fucking halfass a relationship?!

yesssss heheheheheheheeee

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So Intriguing (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou & Ler!Todoroki

A/N : omg. hi LMAOOOO um yeah so i've been on hiatus for a WHILE just bc i've had literally zero motivation to write but i just got over having covid for the past two weeks so i got a sudden spark of motivation and decided to write a fic :D it's lee!bakugou, no one is surprised, he's my favorite and i just love seeing him get tickled sorry not sorry <//3 LMAOO anyways um im excited to hopefully be back!! ive missed u guys so much omg :( but ilyasm and i REALLY hope you guys enjoy this fic!! love u!! <33

Summary : Bakugou hurts his foot during provisional license training, and considering it was Todoroki's fault, Todoroki offers to help fix it. But when it turns out Bakugou might be a bit too sensitive for Todoroki's methods of healing, Todoroki can't help but feel interested in this little discovery.

Word Count : 3894

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Bakugou and Todoroki don’t really agree on many things. For instance, Todoroki preferred his food cold and mild, while Bakugou refused to eat anything that didn’t singe his taste buds from pure spice and heat. They couldn’t agree on what the best way to study was, and they definitely couldn’t agree on whether or not they were even friends in the first place (Todoroki was confident they were practically besties, but Bakugou denied this with a raging fury that Todoroki found very amusing). But after being paired together these past couple months for provisional license training, they were finally able to form their possible first agreement ever: provisional licnese training fucking sucks.

After a particularly grueling training day together, the pair walked back to the dorms in a grumbling silence, every once and a while an almost pained groan being heard from Bakugou. Todoroki didn’t think much of the noises at first, as he was quite the grumbly person, but after a particularly loud hiss that sounded really painful, he knew something was up with Bakugou, and he wasn’t just going to let his friend suffer in silence.

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“Is something wrong?” Todoroki broke the quiet as they started approaching the dorms. Bakuguo just huffed, refusing to look in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’m fine, idiot. Stop asking weird questions,” Bakugou shoved past Todoroki, quickening his pace towards the dorm doors. Todoroki just sped up as well, matching the boy’s pace much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

“Are you sure? You seem like you’re hurt,” Todoroki examined Bakugou up and down, his slouched posture making for a cringeworthy appearance, and he noticed a small limp coming from Bakugou’s left leg.

“I’m not fucking hurt, IcyHot! Leave me alone or I’ll-”

“Your foot. You have a limp in your left leg. Did you hurt your foot, Bakugou?” Bakugou stopped walking, already halfway down the hallway towards the elevators but couldn’t help being stopped in his tracks by Todoroki’s accurate observation. He seethed frozen in his spot, looking over at Todoroki who was now also standing, waiting for Bakugou’s response.

“That’s none of your fucking business, now is it!?” Bakugou barked through gritted teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets and charging towards the elevators, Todoroki following right behind him to no one’s surprise.

“You can’t be hurting tomorrow during training, Bakugou. They said it was going to be really gruelling. I could help you if you’d let me,” Todoroki offered, stepping into the elevator calmly while Bakugou practically punched the buttons beside the elevator door to shut it.

“And why the FUCK would I let you help me?!” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, the door dinging closed as he angrily threw himself back against the wall of the elevator to lean on it with a pout (obviously trying to relieve the tension off his aching foot).

“Well...I’m pretty sure it’s my fault your foot’s hurting right now,” Todoroki hummed in thought, Bakugou just widening his eyes and looking towards Todoroki in confusion.

“The hell do you mean?” He asked, glancing down at his foot and back up at Todoroki with a look of suspicion.

“Think about it. Remember when I made that blast of ice on the ground earlier today without thinking about the fact that you were running that way? You caught yourself before you could slip and fall, but it probably did something to your foot,” Todoroki said, the elevator dinging again as the doors opened. He looked up at Bakugou with a blank stare. “It’s my fault your foot got hurt. But I can help you fix it, since Recovery Girl is definitely in bed by now.”

Bakugou shuffled in place awkwardly for a moment, weighing out all his options in his head. He stepped forward to walk out of the elevator and groaned in pain as he applied weight to his left foot again. He sighed as he realized what he needed to do.

“God, fucking fine. But only because I’ve heard you give good massages with your half’n’half quirk bullshit AND because it’s your fuckin’ fault I’m hurt in the first place,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving past Todoroki with a pained grunt as he made his way towards his own dorm. Todoroki just smiled in victory, following behind Bakugou who was definitely his friend.

Bakugou trudged inside his dorm, kicking his shoes off immediately with a sigh of relief and throwing himself on his bed in defeat. Todoroki calmly walked in behind him, taking his shoes off with his hands while observing the room around him. He’d never seen Bakugou’s room before, and it was an interesting peek into Bakugou’s personal life that he never expected to find so intriguing.

He had an All Might poster up on his wall, which wasn’t all that surprising considering Midoriya said they both used to be super into All Might when they were younger. Todoroki noticed a half-sized bookshelf against the wall that seemed to be filled with books and...manga? He wasn’t aware Bakugou was interested in manga, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be of the pretty...romantic genre. Hm. He really didn’t know his friend like he thought he did.

“You comin’ over here or not, asshole? My foot’s fucking killing me,” Bakugou groaned, sitting up to massage his foot on his own while Todoroki made his way to the bed and sat down. Todoroki just observed where Bakugou applied the pressure onto himself, as that’s probably where most of the pain is.

“Take your sock off. My quirk works best if it’s skin to skin,” Todoroki moved himself to sit criss crossed on the bed facing Bakugou, which would give Bakugou a place to sit his foot once he took his sock off. But Bakugou just sat there a moment, holding his foot with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Does the sock...have to come off?” Bakugou asked, his voice a little quieter than normal. Todoroki just raised an eyebrow at the question, tilting his head a little while Bakugou looked mildly embarrassed.

“You’d definitely prefer if it did. I promise it’ll feel good, I really am good at this,” Todoroki offered a hand to Bakugou, obviously asking to hand over his foot without the sock. Bakugou just huffed, ripping the sock off his foot and shoving his ankle into Todoroki’s hand with a grumble of complaint. “Good. So where does it hurt the most?”

“Probably...uh...like, at the ball of my foot. And kinda at the top before you get to my toes,” Bakugou pointed towards his foot from his spot leaning against his pillows, feeling a bit awkward at the fact his foot is literally in the hands of one of his classmates right now. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t trust Todoroki with this. He’s heard how good he is at giving massages from the other people in his class, and he can’t say he wasn’t a little curious to know how it felt firsthand.

He could feel Todoroki’s quirk start to activate, the right side of his ankle getting a little colder while the left started to feel warm. He couldn’t help the chillbumps that made their way up his calf at the feeling, and a small shiver sent down his spine that was unfortunately noticed by the dual-haired boy handling his foot.

“Feels weird, huh?” Todoroki asked with a small smirk, the thumb of his right hand beginning to ghost over Bakugou’s soul just barely enough to feel. It made Bakugou flinch, Todoroki’s eyebrows raising at the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah just fuckin’ get on with it damnit,” Bakugou spoke quickly, almost like he was out of breath, and was very clearly flustered. Todoroki was extremely intrigued by these reactions, but kept it to himself as he started applying pressure near the ball of Bakugou’s foot.

Bakugou sighed in relief at the feeling, all the tension that was in his leg just a moment ago from those featherlight sensations practically melted away into jelly right in Todoroki’s hold. Todoroki worked at the knot of tension in his foot, which actually seemed to be just a really bad cramp that wouldn’t go away, and watched Bakugou’s face intently as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment, sometimes a hiss of pain leaving his lips as Todoroki found a particularly tense area that needed work.

At some point, Todoroki felt like giving Bakugou a break from the pressure massage, and intended to just rub his hands over his foot to let the sensations of his quirk wash over him. That’s what Todoroki normally did, anyway, when he was massaging someone’s back or shoulders.

Todoroki eased the pressure on his foot, letting his fingertips ghost against the ball of his foot and close to the undersides of his toes. But Bakugou...started to tense again. His breath hitched, and his toes curled ever so slightly as Todoroki grazed his fingers against the skin. Huffs of air were leaving Bakugou’s nose in fits, and eventually he was making noises that Todoroki couldn’t place, squirming in his seat with his arms crossed very tightly over his chest. Todoroki looked up and saw that Bakugou’s face was tinted an adorable pink, and he seemed to be...smiling? No, no he wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was fighting back a smile with every fiber inside of him, but Todoroki couldn’t tell if he was winning that fight or not.

“Bakugou, are you alright?” Todoroki asked, pausing his fingers but not moving them from the spot they had stopped on. Bakugou opened his eyes, letting out a large huff of air from his lungs that Todoroki did not know he was holding in.

“Yeah, fine just…” Bakugou paused, squirming a bit in his seat. He looked like he was trying to get angry, but just couldn’t with how relaxed Todoroki had made him just moments ago. He finally sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to look Todoroki in the eyes at his next words. “The thing you’re doing. It feels good, cause of your quirk and shit. But...it's just...it really…” Bakugou groaned, throwing his hands over his face in defeat and embarrassment. His next words were muffled, but they were clear as day in Todoroki’s ears. “It tickles really bad.”

Todoroki’s eyebrows raised, a very small grin appearing on his face without even meaning for it to. “Oh...I had no idea you were ticklish.”

“Yeah, and I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you but here we are,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms again and looking up at Todoroki expectantly. After a moment where neither of the boys did anything, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and nudged Todoroki’s hand with his foot. “You gonna keep going or what, IcyHot? This cramp isn’t gonna relieve itself.”

“You don’t want me to stop? I figured you might be too ticklish for it,” Todoroki smirked, playfully wiggling his nails over Bakugou’s sole and releasing a yelp from the blonde who jerked under him. It only lasted a second, but he could see a very faint smile on the corners of Bakugou’s mouth, and it was very interesting to observe.

“Shit! Don’t fuckin’ do that!” Bakugou barked, but he didn’t pull his foot away. Todoroki just started tracing his fingers lightly over Bakugou’s sole again like he had been before, and this time Bakugou wasn’t holding back his reactions as much as he had been.

He was squirmy and sounded like he was out of breath with how much he was huffing, and Todoroki could tell he was trying not to curl up his toes or jerk away out of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still? This seems like it really tickles,” Todoroki traced his fingers upwards towards Bakugou’s toes, and that’s when he heard it. The first ever real giggle he’s ever heard come out of Bakugou’s mouth. It was small and faint, and if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve missed it, but it was there and it was glorious. Todoroki knew he was hooked in now, no going back. He was definitely going to tickle him on purpose now.

“I’m f-fine, shithead! Just- wahait! Stop thahat! Quit it!” Bakugou giggled as Todoroki switched to using his nails instead of his fingertips, grabbing his ankle and tightening the grip so Bakugou couldn’t get away. He just barely scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sole, but it was enough to get the blonde to start really laughing, hiding his face with one hand while unsuccessfully swatting at Todoroki with the other. “Nohoho! Don’t fuhucking tickle mehehe!”

“But it’s so much fun to. And you also seem to be having fun, I mean you are laughing,” Todoroki spoke so monotone and it was ruining Bakugou. Those nails just kept wiggling and scratching so lightly against his foot, how the hell could something so light tickle so fucking badly!?

“Shihit! That’s not fahahair! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!” Bakugou writhed on the bed, the hand he was using to swat at Todoroki now being used to clutch at his bouncing tummy, almost trying to hold in all the giggles escaping from there.

Todoroki smiled at his predicament, never relenting on his poor foot for a second. “Y’know, I’m barely touching you. Are you really this sensitive?”

At that, Bakugou turned bright red. He was so embarrassed, but he still didn’t pull himself away. He just laughed and laughed, squirming and the bed and tugging on his foot with barely any force behind it. It was endearing to observe, Todoroki would have to admit.

Todoroki then used his nails to scribble up into his toes, and Bakugou let out a shriek. He arched his back up off the bed and covered his giggling, blushing face with his hands, his precious giggles now muffled behind his palms.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! C’mohohon- shiHIHIT! NAHAHA! STAHAHA- FUHUHUCK!” Bakugou cackled, his other foot now uselessly kicking at Todoroki’s lap as the dual-haired boy tickled relentlessly at the bases of Bakugou’s toes. He was barely even scratching, really, but Bakugou was a screechy mess, tossing and turning while giggling hysterically.

“You really can’t take much, can you? Look, my fingers are barely moving! You’ve probably woken up the whole hall by now with your screaming, how are you gonna explain yourself?” Todoroki couldn’t help but tease, the blush on Bakugou’s ears was too enticing to not try and make more pink. He was so infatuated by his reactions. He’d only ever seen Bakugou laugh maybe a couple of times, but this was just entirely different. He was so embarrassed but was clearly enjoying himself, and it was so endearing to witness. Todoroki could not help his interest.

“FUHUHCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, one hand covering his mouth while the other clutched at his quivering side. Todoroki decided to offer him a break from his toes, but didn’t want to end his torment just yet. To even call it torment had to be falsehood, as he hadn’t even broken away from Todoroki’s hold yet despite being physically stronger than him.

Todoroki moved his fingers away from his toes, instead prompting to scribble his nails lightly at his calloused heel. It kept him giggling, but he was very obviously thankful for the chance to breathe again.

“Have you always liked being tickled?” Todoroki asked bluntly, making Bakugou’s face drop and eyes widen significantly. Todoroki always did have a knack for being extremely straightforward, not exactly caring for social boundaries in the same way the rest of his friends did. It could come in handy sometimes, like now for instance in making Bakugou somehow even more embarrassed than he was when cackling hysterically at having his toes tickled.

“Fucking WHAT?! fuHUHUCK WAHAHAIT!” Bakugou cackled again when Todoroki stuck his fingers right back under Bakugou’s toes. He obviously wasn’t very happy with Bakugou’s answer.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t pulled away or fought me off at all, and don’t say it’s because my quirk feels good, because I deactivated my quirk a while ago,” Todoroki spoke calmly, as if he wasn’t scratching at Bakugou’s toes and making him scream for mercy underneath him.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY FUHUCK PLEHEHEASE! I’LL TAHAHALK! NO MOHOHORE!” Bakugou barked through his laughs, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he batted at Todoroki’s hands. Todoroki just smiled victoriously, sitting Bakugou’s foot back down in his lap and resting his hands on his own thighs.

He gave Bakugou a second to catch his breath, letting him lay back and stare at the ceiling as he tried to will away that stupid fucking blush that stained his cheeks. When he realized that damned heat on his cheeks wasn’t going away until he talked, he decided he should probably get to talking.

“My parents tickled me a lot as a kid. We played stupid kiddy games with it and shit. I really liked it back then, and I even got into tickle fights with Deku all the time because of it,” he said, linking his fingers over his chest as he talked.

“Midoriya’s ticklish as well?” Todoroki asked, curious at his new discovery. Bakugou’s face lit up, taking his foot off Todoroki’s lap as he quickly sat up and looked at Todoroki with a huge menacing grin.

“You’re damn right he is. Even worse than me. I could always get him saying uncle in less than a minute, it was fucking great,” Bakugou smiled wickedly, before slowly losing the smile as his thoughts started to overtake him again. “But, uh...y’know, we got older so that shit obviously stopped. I didn’t even realize I missed it until Kirishima tickled me a while back at my house. It felt very…” Bakugou paused, looking up at Todoroki with a small, almost sad scowl on his face. “...nostalgic. It felt nostalgic.”

Todoroki nodded, thinking back on his childhood. He tried to remember if there was any point where he was shown tickly affection in the same way Bakugou had been. He knows his mother would give him belly tickles every once and a while, but he was never allowed to play with his siblings, so tickle fights were something he was very new to the concept of. It makes sense that Bakugou would find tickling endearing like he does, as it’s something that was a big part of his childhood.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know. I’m sure many would find it rather...endearing, to see how much you enjoy such playful affection,” Todoroki smiled softly, getting only an eye roll from Bakugou in return.

“Tch, whatever…” Bakugou just pouted, his cheeks pink and ears even pinker. Todoroki wasn’t sure if Bakugou got his message, so he decided to be a little more clear.

“I’m one of the people that finds it endearing, Bakugou. I like that you like being tickled-”

“I FUCKING GOT IT, ICYHOT! OH MY GOD!” Bakugou covered his face with his hands, throwing himself back down on his pillows. A moment of silence passed, but when he felt fingers wrap around his ankle and slowly pull his foot up into a warm lap, he didn’t pull away. In fact, he didn’t move it all. He just let Todoroki do whatever he wanted.

“Your toes seem to be a really big hot spot for you. Is there anywhere else here that tickles just as bad?” Todoroki asked, using one hand to pull back Bakugou’s toes and stretch them out, making the blonde’s breath hitch.

“F-fuck, I’m not telling you that shit,” Bakugou’s voice wobbled, finding it very hard not to clench his foot up and protect his sensitive skin from the attack he knew would be coming.

“Hm, what a shame. Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, huh?” Todoroki grinned before wiggling his nails into the stretched out skin of Bakugou’s toes. Bakugou went ballistic, screaming and cackling and cursing all while loving every second of his playful agony. He opted for grabbing one of his pillows and clutching onto it tightly, both to muffle his screams and just to have something to hold onto while being tickled close to death.

“Always so loud, Bakugou, in everything you do,” Todoroki chuckled, pushing his knuckles in between Bakugou’s toes to spread them out completely. There was a beat of no tickling, and Bakugou just sat there giggling residually into his pillow, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Hmm...I can’t help but wonder which toe tickles you the worst. Shall we find out?”

“Nohoho!” Bakugou giggled into his pillow, playfully kicking Todoroki with his other foot. Todoroki raised an eyebrow, his jaw slacking in playful offense.

“Oh you are so in for it now,” he snided, before using just one finger to tickle in the spot right between Bakugou’s two last toes. Bakugou practically wailed into his pillow, throwing himself back and forth and screaming haphazardly.

“PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHA FUHUHUCK OH GAHAHAD! IT TIHIHICKLES! TODOROHOHOKI! FUCK YOHOHOUAHAHA! YOU DIHIHICK! YOU AHAHASS!” Bakugou cursed, tugging at his ticklish foot and kicking with the other. Todoroki just chuckled in glee at the sight, he never thought he’d ever see such a happy Bakugou in his life.

“Does it? Does it tickle? Does it really tickle?” Todoroki teased, while Bakugou just whined through his incessant cackling.

“YEHEHES YOU BASTAHAHARD! IT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Bakugou screeched into his pillow as Todoroki traced circles into that torturous little spot, not even able to scrunch up his toes thanks to Todoroki’s knuckles being so conveniently placed between them.

“Poor thing. Better hope no villains find out about this little spot then, huh? You’d spill any information they asked for, wouldn’t you?” Todoroki teased, before giving Bakugou a small “break,” meaning he took his knuckles out of his toes and went back to scribbling his nails along the sole of his sensitive foot. It kept Bakugou in a heap of giggles, but not as hysterical as they were before.

“Nahaha! I wohohould nehever!” Bakugou argued through his giggles, finally taking his face out of his pillow to give Todoroki the smiliest scowl he had ever seen. Todoroki just grinned.

“Oh really? Not even if they get you hereeee,” Todoroki grinned as he slowly walked his fingers up Bakugou’s foot and back up towards his pinky toe again. Bakugou finally gave in with a screech, curling up his foot and cackling into his pillow before Todoroki could even get into the dreaded spot.

“NOHOHO DOHOHON’T! FUHUCK PLEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE AGAHAIN!” Bakugou pleaded into his pillow through cackles, and Todoroki finally relented on Bakugou’s foot with a chuckle. He gave Bakugou’s foot back to his rightful owner, the blonde curling up into a puddle of giggles still hugging his pillow.

Todoroki stood up from Bakugou’s bed and ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, Bakugou. I really hope your foot feels better.” Todoroki smiled as he grabbed his things and walked out the door and into the halls, leaving a giggly Bakugou behind him.

Before that night, Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t agree that they were friends. It had been an argument among the two of them that quite amused Todoroki, and frankly annoyed Bakugou. But...it was hard for Bakugou to argue against him after that. Maybe they were friends. And...maybe that wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed!! i've got a couple other fics im hoping to release soon but i hope this one can hold u guys over until then :) again im so so sorry for my hiatus but i just really needed the break, this account started to feel like a lot for me but i am really excited to be back! and yes, i have seen all the sweet messages you guys have sent in my inbox during my hiatus and yall are just fucking precious ugh tysm for checking in on my so often wtf <33 anyways, hope u guys enjoyed and i cant wait to write more, much love!! <33

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Upgrade, Downgrade...

BakuDeku | N$FW

A/N: Haha this fic was never planned and came out of nowhere, so my guess is I just need my dose of Bakudeku once in a while, and thought why not make it some naughty smut sometime;). 

It’s also the fic I was super pissed about for accidentally losing a big part that had to be rewritten, it would’ve been up sooner if that hadn’t happened hahaha. Oh well, I’m over it now. 

Summary: Bakugou just wants to tickle Deku, and he was looking forward to introducing the concept erotically when something gets in their way. Luckily he is Bakugou Katsuki and he’ll get what he wants sooner or later! (Also on Ao3)

Word Count: 3818

Life was all about upgrades. At least, that was how Bakugou saw it, looking back at the various upgrades in the past few years that made everything so much better for him. 

Like how some years ago, he and that Deku-nerd actually decided to finally give whatever they had a name: a relationship. 

Nothing much changed actually, they had already lived through the automatic upgrade from going past their so-called friendship, bromance, regular quarrels and sparring sessions to actually going with the flow and give in to their desire to do gross things. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, Bakugou never thought it could feel as natural as it did.

And when they decided to officially say they were boyfriends (well, of course Deku did), it got better. And it got even way better when they moved in together, combining their hero studies- trainings and internships with actually living together. And way, way, waaaay better when sex was introduced in their lovey-dovey lives.

Then, one of the best recent upgrades he had never seen coming was discovering that Deku actually liked being tickled. Yes, Deku liked tickling! After all those years of torturing him with tickles every now and then, the truth finally came to light, and Bakugou loved to tease and bully him with it everyday.

“KACChahahan!” Deku squirmed beneath him, squealing and gasping for breath while Bakugou mercilessly assaulted his sides with tickles.

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Bakugou's Luck

BakuDeku | N$FW

A/N: [Sequel to Upgrade, Downgrade 6K Followers Celebration] - Since this appeared to be the most popular in the poll I feel slightly pressured to complete it, but here it is. Bakudeku smut, requested by anon!

Summary: Bakugou and Deku have finally moved to a new place where they won't need to worry about making noise, and they immediately celebrate with some kinky intimacies. (Also on Ao3)

Warnings: Bondage, smut, erotic tickling, sex, lots of swearing

Word Count: 3825

Wet sounds filled the room that still smelled of fresh paint. Naughty sounds of kisses, lustful moans as Bakugou and Deku stumbled across the space together, avoiding boxes, scattered items and other things that still needed to get to their official location. Their lips were glued together and so were their tongues.

Heh. They were so gross. But there was a reason to celebrate. They had finally moved into their new home. 'The next upgrade' Bakugou had been looking forward to, been saving his money for, and been longing for, had come sooner than they both expected.

They had still been busy looking for a place to live when he caught the news that Sero and Denki were moving out of their apartment, out of the city and even out of the country - heading for the UK of all places for Sero's new job.

Their former home was the place where they often came together to throw parties with other friends. It was ideally located, well isolated, with only few neighbors - who were never at home. It was perfect, and it was now theirs. Sometimes all people needed to get what they want in life, was a bit of luck, and fuck yeah Bakugou could speak of a lot of luck in this case.

"K-Kacchahahan hold ohohon!" Deku laughed when Bakugou gripped his sides tightly, tickling him while at the same time guiding him towards their empty bed. The bed wasn't made, the walls were only 70% painted (it was necessary, let's just not say anything about Sero and Kaminari's... choices), and they were definitely not done moving yet.

But Bakugou already knew they were going to have the best sex and tickle sessions ever here, and he wanted to do it right now.

Well, not that they didn't already give it a try within these newly owned square meters before. Of course Bakugou already fucked Deku here and there, and tickled him a lot, whenever they were busy moving or painting.

But today was the official move date. Their final things had been packed and now stood scattered through the apartment. They had said goodbye to their former home, so long farewell, and they were now already in bed in their new room, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.

"Kaha-Kacchahahan plehease!" Deku turned on his front and tried to crawl away from under him.

"What's wrong nerd, don't wanna celebrate our move by dying of laughter? Sure, I'll let you come too. If you behave~" Bakugou teased, his fingers digging into Deku's torso. Deku shrieked and struggled hysterically.

"Nohoho! AHah I sahahaid wait!" Deku finally turned on his side and managed to snatch one of Bakugou's hands by its fingers. His forefinger and middle finger were now caught in Deku's little fist as he caught his breath, and Bakugou blinked and gaped at him.

"Oh, so you were serious," he said. Like, Deku would say 'wait!' hundreds of times, and he would still forgive Bakugou if he didn't really wait before wrecking him completely.

Deku nodded. "I do want to celebrate! It's just, eh..." he panted and he scratched his head awkwardly. Deku, shy? About sex? Tickling? At this stage? Bakugou cocked his head. He was already half-hard, his dick throbbing in his pants and here Deku was, just making him wait.

"Haven't got all day," he grumbled when Deku continued to struggle with his words. What were they, high schoolers? Ugh. To put pressure on him, Bakugou used his other hand to poke him in the stomach, making him squeak. From the single poke he just couldn't help but also tickle his tummy with some quick wiggles, and Deku's cute laugh was heard once again.

"Yeheeh ahahalright! I do want to celebrate!" he repeated, still panting, and he looked up at him with the cutest puppy look that should just be illegal.

"I want it to be you."

Bakugou frowned. "....Me?"

Deku nodded again. "This time, I'll tickle you," he said with confidence that did not really match with the shy attitude. Bakugou tried to pull his hand away, but Deku still held him and he squeezed tightly, making him sense this scary determination.

"Y-you're the one who likes getting tickled," Bakugou said, blushing slightly. It wasn't that Deku never tickled him, but just never.... the erotic kind of tickling. That was just for him to treat Deku with. Tickle him to death, fuck him all over and tickle him more. That was their thing. But the other way around....?

"What makes you think that? Why now?" Bakugou asked.

Deku chuckled and pulled Bakugou's hand further towards him. With his free hand he walked to fingers up his wrist, tickling him very lightly.

"I just know you'll be loud. We couldn't do it where we lived, and I've been wanting to," he said. Bakugou gasped. Now that really triggered a lot in him. He felt offended, shocked, challenged, and irritated all at once as he finally did pull his hand free.

"Me, loud? You mean louder than you? Hell no. I swear I could take it way better. Twice, ten times better. Remember two days ago? Oh I do. You were moaning the safeword over and over and over!"

Deku was smirking despite that comment and Bakugou knew he was playing right into those pesky little hands, but it was already too late, so he continued:

"Alright, here's the deal. Fine, you do it to me first. I could take that shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner anytime. It'll be like warming up, ok? I could swear I won't even come from just a little tickling. And if you fail in making me come, or call out the safeword, that's my win, and then we really celebrate. And oh I'm going to destroy you," Bakugou spoke in some kind of villainy monologue, already getting harder with each thought he spent on that last part.

Deku wanted to make him work for the reward, even after all this moving shit? Fiiine. It was going to be worth it.

"Hmmm okay. Sure!" was Deku's only reply to Bakugou's speech, and he smirked. "Then put this on first," he said, taking the bondage rope from Bakugou's pocket which he had intended to use on him.

"Okay then mister Deku," Bakugou said sarcastically, wrapping the rope around his wrist while Deku walked around the room to gather more tools from several moving boxes that weren't unpacked yet.

"Oh and get undressed first too, Kacchan~" Deku instructed. Bakugou scoffed.

"I always gladly rip those clothes off your body, but no. I can do it myself. Totally fine by me of course. Even better," he muttered, putting the rope aside so he could take off his shirt. He also took off his pants and settled himself on their brand new bed, wearing only his underwear.

Yeah they didn't only get a new apartment, they also got a new bed. A bed that was fit for.... sessions like these. Bakugou blushed. It was really not his idea to be the first to be in this position though, but then again, the reward of Deku suffering from the tickling and sexual pleasure he was going to give him afterwards.... he could only imagine it to be even doubled if he worked hard for it.

"Here let me do it," Deku said when Bakugou had sloppily tied one of his own wrists to the bed. He watched how his boyfriend just came back from gathering more things, and Bakugou spotted the little pile of items he had collected, his eyes focusing on a little bottle.

"What is that?" he asked, nodding at it. Deku secured his wrist tightly to the bed and got started on his other one as well.

"What is what? You have to be more specific Kacchan~" he said. Oh the little shit. Bakugou grunted.

"The bottle. That isn't lube."

"No you're correct, it's oil. I got it recently, heard that it works really well with tickle sessions," he explained casually. Bakugou sighed. And he couldn't share that with him earlier? Bakugou hadn't even used that on Deku yet. He should have been the first!

"There. Are you good?" Deku asked as he finished tying him up, but without waiting for his answer he dragged a finger from Bakugou's wrist to his underarm, and Bakugou jolted in shock and pulled at his tied arms.

"Hnghhh!"

Deku giggled. "Seems tight enough."

What a little shit! "I'm going to destroy you after this, you know that huh?" Bakugou panted, and Deku giggled even more.

"I know, but I'm gonna destroy you first."

Bakugou just stayed there quietly while Deku tied his ankles to the bed as well, spreading him out completely. So he immediately went for this pose, pfft. Talk about lazy. Bakugou tried to think of ways to joke about Deku's choices, but in reality he was just feeling a little nervous. In this position, he was so helplessly exposed...

After tying him up, Deku sat on top of the bed by his side with his little pile of kinky items beside him, and....

"And take that off, damn it!" Bakugou yelled when a very happy All Might grinned at him, giving him a thumbs up.

"Oh right, sorry," Deku said, taking off his nerd shirt and giving him the perfect view of those lovely abs. Bakugou felt himself twitch in his underwear. After all this time, he still had such a gross soft spot for this nerd.

"So, same safeword as-"

"I don't need your stupid safeword, now come on and tickle me. Let's see what it's all about," Bakugou said impatiently. Nice, nice. He was beaming with confidence as ever while the nervous feeling in his chest got suppressed.

But he wasn't the only one who was acting all confident. Deku smirked at him and held up his hand with wiggling fingers.

"Ooookay then. I'll check again soon, but if you're in such a hurry, I'll just get started." And he did. His wiggling fingers went for his ribs immediately and Bakugou inhaled sharply, his laughter caught in his throat as he fought his reactions.

"Y-y-you s-suck so bad!" he huffed, squirming and struggling against his bonds.

"Why?"

"N-not the ribs - f-first!"

"I don't see why not, Kacchan. Here, I'll do it like this." Deku went from poking to wiggling, his fingers moving rapidly up and down Bakugou's vulnerable ribcage, and Bakugou was embarrassed that he was already giggling.

"Pfhahahaha! Thihihis is nohothing!"

"Don't worry, we only just got started~" Deku replied. He dug in firmly and Bakugou jolted, his arms pulling at the rope that kept them tightly stuck to the bed.

"Heheh-WHAhh! That wahahas so lohohow!" Bakugou roared when Deku switched to tickling his armpits without warning.

"You never play fair either when you tickle me, Kacchan. Besides, I need to keep you entertained hm? Or else you will get bored," Deku said while he wiggled his fingers under his arms.

"AHaham! I ahaham bohohored ahahas hehehell!" Bakugou yelled. Deku snickered.

"Oh no, we have to do something about that," he said, poking Bakugou's armpits ruthlessly. Bakugou was confident that Deku would've been worse in this situation, but yes, it did tickle. A lot, already. Not that he felt like admitting to that.

"HEhehehe! Fuhuhucker!" he cackled, shaking his head wildly. The feeling of Deku's fingers scribbling and poking all over his helplessly exposed underarms really made him struggle a lot.

Deku seemed to notice too, so he climbed on top of him and straddled him. He sat a little higher than usually in this position though, sitting right on top of his tummy, towering over him. In that same position, he went for Bakugou's armpits and ribs again, only now it was a lot harder to struggle.

"PFhahaah! Agahahain hehehere?! So bohohoring!" Bakugou protested when the same spots were tickled all over. Deku giggled.

"It still seems to tickle, so we aren't finished yet~" Deku said, and he reached behind him to grab one of the tools. Bakugou waited to see the oil appear, but Deku grabbed a little brush instead. He flicked the tickly hairs of the brush under his chin and down his neck while his free hand continued to lazily dance its fingers all over his sensitive underarm.

"HEhehhe! Gehehet that dahahamn thihihing awahahay!" Bakugou laughed. The brush felt awful! It tickled and itched, and he felt how he got goosebumps from it, and... oh. He gasped when Deku finally stopped tickling his armpit and pinched his hardened nipple instead.

"Good, that worked," he said as if he had been working on some science project. He placed the brush between his teeth and pinched Bakugou's other nipple as well. Bakugou groaned softly and closed his eyes.

"Hnngh-FUCKHAha hehehey!" he shrieked when Deku clawed at his lower ribs all of a sudden. Deku chuckled and took the brush again, which he used to tickle his nipples with.

"I tohohold you not the bruhuhush ahahaa!" Bakugou cried. He arched his back and struggled, but Deku was determined to continue until he was breathing heavily. He then reached behind him again and this time he did grab the bottle. Bakugou sighed when the cold liquid was put on his chest, and he calmed down again when Deku started to rub it all over him.

Now that felt more like a massage. "Do you think you can handle it? Still no safeword?" Deku asked. Bakugou laughed mockingly.

"Handle what? This feels quite comfortable. And everything you did so far isn't - HEheh! Ohohoh thihis ihisn't sohoho bahahad eheheither!" he laughed when the comfortable rubbing already soon changed to rapid scribbles. The sensation of Deku's fingers wiggling all over his oily ribs, underarm and chest indeed felt quite maddening.

"AHhhah! Stuhuhupid ohohoil!" Bakugou laughed, and Deku laughed playfully in response. He moved down and repositioned himself at his hips, so some of the oil dripped from Bakugou's chest down towards his stomach.

Deku wiggled his fingers around the area to spread the liquid further, and when he got around his belly button and lower stomach, he was embarrassed when he couldn't stop his voice from changing pitch.

"HEheh! Shihihit!" he cursed.

"Tickles huh?" Deku teased, scratching all over the tingling areas, and he wiggled a finger in his belly button.

"Fuhuhuck! Not ahahat aaaall!" Bakugou yelled, but he really noted how tense all of his limbs were. His muscles started to ache from struggling against the ropes so much, and he felt so hot all over.

Most likely from laughing and struggling so much, but the remarkable heat around his crotch was eh... Hm.

"You're hard, Kacchan," Deku said as if reading his mind, his fingers tickling him right above the line of his underwear. Bakugou laughed helplessly and shook his head.

"I ahahalready wahahas b-before we staahharted this, neheherd!"

Truth. Though he was afraid he got a little harder during all this. But that must've been because his nipples are just that sensitive. And Deku with his bare chest in his face just now, yeah. Hot.

"Really? I see I see," Deku said, peeling his underwear down and slowly revealing him. Bakugou glanced down tiredly and the sight of the amount of precum dripping from his dick really made him blush.

"It does feel good, getting tickled right?" Deku asked, stroking him a few times while his free hand casually switched between squeezing his hip and inner thigh. Bakugou barked out loud.

"AHH! Heheheh it dohohoesn't!" he lied. It did. No matter how much he loved to tickle Deku until he came, he did tease him a lot about it too. About how turned on he would get from something like that, calling him a masochist. Now Bakugou was exactly the same. He panted and moaned, feeling more stimulated than during any other hand job, without the bondage and without the tickling.

"Ahhhhahh!" Bakugou moaned and laughed when Deku increased the speed of the hand job, his oily hand pleasuring him while his other hand continued to explore areas in a way that made Bakugou laugh.

"Waitwaitwahahait!" Bakugou yelled when he felt this was going too fast. Deku let go of his throbbing dick and cocked his head.

"Hmm? he hummed.

"Not yet," Bakugou panted. He moved his head slightly, nodding at Deku.

"Inside you," Bakugou demanded, as if he wasn't the one in the submissive pose. He refused to let Deku have all of the fun here.

"You're tied up," Deku said with a blush.

"And I can still fuck you," Bakugou said. "You just have to do it yourself."

Deku thought for a moment, but then nodded. "You're right." He grabbed the lube and moved a bit out of sight.

"Hey, why not do it where I can see you?" Bakugou asked, still panting, but he knew why. He screeched when he suddenly felt his feet getting tickled. He lifted his head, hurting his neck slightly just to see Deku fingering himself with the lube to loosen him up, but one hand was leaning on Bakugou's foot and casually wiggling its fingers around.

"Stahhaahp that! Hehehey you lihittle shihit!" Bakugou laughed.

It lasted for longer than Bakugou had expected, but at last after some almost unbearable foot tickling, Deku came back in sight, now naked and also very hard.

"I'd jerk you if you untie me," Bakugou panted, smirking to see that Deku had gotten this turned on as well. So he liked both tickling and being tickled this much huh.

He shook his head and sat back on top of him, positioning himself right at Bakugou's stiff erection.

"Look at you, having to do it all by yourseWAHahh!" Bakugou squealed when Deku squeezed both his hips. Bakugou jolted but his determined and horny lover kept him firmly in place while he continued to work himself down on top of him. Bakugou moaned softly when he felt himself enter him, but Deku's fingers were also scribbling lightly at his bare waist, still causing him to laugh.

"Thihihis is so fuhucking weheheird ahahaahh!" Bakugou laughed tiredly. He watched Deku move on top of him, and ah, when he was finally all the way in, he started thrusting up, fucking his boyfriend like he did so often, except this was quite a different position. With his arms and legs tied up, it wasn't like he could easily -

"NGheheha! Deheheku!" he squeaked when Deku started to wiggle his fingers all over his oily torso again, tickling his toned stomach, sides, ribs and aaah his underarms again.

"You fuck me - I - tickle you, heh, f-fair deal, isn't it?" Deku panted, and Bakugou would've loved to have a clever response to that. But he could only laugh and moan. It felt absolutely insane - in a good way.

"AAHhahaha! Nohahaha!"

Deku's ass was moving skilfully, but so were his fingers, tickling him exactly where it tickled most. One hand up and down his torso, the other tickling his nipple lightly. One hand then moved down a bit, tickling down his side, and the other hand followed suit, in an almost sort-of structural rhythm, dropping lower and lower until both hands were right at Bakugou's lower stomach.

He could see a little smirk on Deku's face as he said: "I'll warn you, it tickles a lot right here when you do it to me. So I think...." His fingers started scribbling at the spot, and Bakugou gulped.

"HOwaahhh! Nahahaha oh shiihihit!" The increase of ticklishness also gave him a wave of doubled pleasure, making him feel even more stimulated than ever before. And while this was the sort of ecstasy he would've liked to feel for a bit longer, the peak came sooner than expected.

"EEheheheeh!" he laughed as he came. It was as if his orgasm was what took Deku over the edge as well, because he came right after, all over Bakugou's already oily and sweaty chest. Now he was covered in cum too, and still, Deku did not stop tickling him. Still resting on top of him, with Bakugou's dick still pulsing inside him, Deku scribbled his nimble fingers all over Bakugou's sensitive torso.

"Deheheheku! T-thihis is thehe p-point whehere we quihihit! GAhaha!"

"Would you quit, Kacchan?"

Bakugou gasped in realization. Probably not? He'd absolutely destroy the nerd. Welp, seemed like they shared the same thoughts and methods then. "AAHahha! GAhaha!" he shrieked, squirming helplessly. Deku wasn't stopping. He wasn't! stopping! Bakugou's chest was heaving with each heavy breath. He felt more ticklish after his orgasm, the sensations started to feel less bearable.

As a hero he had learned to tolerate a lot, but this was just.... He needed it to stop. He needed it to stop soon, or else, he wasn't sure what would happen. It was too much!

"DEKUhuh! BWahahha! I-eheheh- Izuku! S-safeword! Safewohohohord!" he called out helplessly, and even though they didn't determine an actual safeword, just saying this really did the trick after all. Deku smirked and immediately stopped. He finally moved off him and kissed his dry lips before finally untying his arms.

Before Deku could move to the other side to untie his feet, Bakugou grabbed him and pulled him on top of him.

"Wah!" Deku gasped when he ended up resting on top of Bakugou's dirty oil-sweat-cum-chest, and Bakugou continued panting while he held him close.

"I-it wasn't so bad, right?" Deku asked sweetly.

"Stop talking," Bakugou murmured.

"Heh. But you did come, Kacchan. And you said the safeword. It's not your win."

That sassy little guy???

"I didn't come because of the tickling, it's because we fucked and it felt damn good. And the safeword wasn't technically a safeword, you just fell for it."

"..... Such a sore loser. I swear you just enjoyed the tickling a lot too."

"But can you prove it?"

"Eh...."

"Not before I wreck you first, huh? When, you ask? Well, right now of course," Bakugou spoke in one breath before he started clawing up and down Deku's muscled torso.

"BWAHahaha! But I wohohon!" Deku spasmed immediately, struggling on top of him.

"And I'll still get you good, how's that huh? Huuuh?" Bakugou teased, digging his fingers firmly into some of his lover's best tickle spots. Now this was way more familiar territory.

"Kacchahahan! Y-your lehehegs are still- ahahaha!" It didn't matter that Bakugou was still tied up. He shoved Deku right underneath him and devoured him and his delicious ticklishness.

Between Bakugou and no one else: yes, that tickle session did feel fucking good. He hated to admit it even to just himself, but he enjoyed that a lot. It felt challenging, weird, yet satisfying.

And right now? He was feeling good again, because Deku and his ticklish body were all his to enjoy and no single neighbor would come complain about the noise. Bakugou's luck just wasn't running out, and he was here to celebrate it.

"Kacchahahaaaan!"

"Die, neeerd!"

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lee kirishima, lers bakugou & todoroki (sorry for a typo in the request huhu), I'm the anon that previously requested a fic hehe

Yaaaay! Thank you so much for the ask anon! This is going to be an interesting one 👀 I've never written a ler Todoroki before! He's a funny one, I hope I can create a believable scenario with these three for you! 😙🩵💙

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My Hero Academia: Prop Hunt

Summary: Tickle fic. No shipping. Lee Kirishima, Lers Bakugo and Shoto.

Aizawa has decided that the students of class 1A need a break, a fun activity rather than vigorous, gruelling hero training. So he's devised a sort of prop hunt, where some of the class are the items! Left in pairs, can Bakugo and Shoto retrieve their red-headed prop before time runs out?

10/02/23

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"If I was a shitty-haired bolder, where would I hide?" Bakugo thought out loud, crouching and opening the counter cabinets in the dormouse kitchen, peering inside. Empty.

"Probably not among the pots and pans. He's a little big." A placid Shoto responded, casually sipping his capri-sun.

"He's dumb enough to try squeezing in here, probably got his butt stuck somewhere." The blonde pushed the cupboards shut with his knee, stuffing his hands into his tracksuit bottoms. The class had been split up into pairs and given a prop to recover in a set time. The prop being another student. Bakugo and Shoto were set to capture Kirishima. Make him surrender. And bring him back to Aizawa.

Shoto looked around the lounge, pouting as he finished his drink. "Maybe we should try outside? Kirishima likes the sunny weather. Like a turtle." He smiled slightly to himself, thinking of a little Kirishima sprawled on the lawn.

"Outside? Huh, not a bad shout."

"I didn't shout."

"God's sake. C'mon icey-hot."

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Outside, Bakugo and Shoto split up, starting to check the various bushes and trees that surrounded the dorms. Todoroki pushed through some of the common Boxwood shrubs, that ran along the bottom of the building, hearing a sneeze nearby. He narrowed his eyes, spotting a small tuft of red hair poking out from the flowers.

Raising a hand and waving to get Bakugos attention, he then pointed to the suspicious-looking spot among the bushes. The ash blonde nodded with a crooked smirk, raising his fingers, signaling a countdown from three.

".... Now!" The pair suddenly ambushed their prey, grabbing at his wrists and tugging him from the bushes and wrestling him to the ground on his back.

"WAAH! Woah, woah! Geez, can't a guy enjoy his bush nap in peace?!" The redhead yelped, struggling against his attackers, trying to twist his wrists free.

"Told you. Turtle in the sun." Todoroki nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. You gonna come quietly, prop?" Bakugo sneered, pressing a finger against Kirishima's forehead, tauntingly.

Kirishima opened his pinned hands in defeat. "Sure am. 'm too tired to fight." He let a yawn slip as he tried to stretch. Bakugo and Shoto looked at each other, then back at Kirishima before loosening their grip.

In one swift movement, Kirishima kicked both the boys away, dashing to the dorms where he knew the two wouldn't be able to use their quirks so freely. "Damn it icey-hot!" Bakugo spat, springing back onto his feet.

"What did I do?"

"Wh-? Ugh, nothing, just get him!" The two chased after their prop as he darted into the lounge, vaulting over the couch. "Haha! Not today ya' goobs!" He jeered, enjoying the fun of the hunt.

This cat-and-mouse chase lasted only a few minutes before they finally cornered their prize. The two closed in slowly, poised to strike. "Just come quietly, prop."

"Not a chance-!" Kirishima made a break for it, trying to slip past the two kidnappers. Bakugo snagged his shirt as he dashed, wrestling him to the floor, ending up on top of the redhead, straddling his waist with his arms pinned by his sides.

"You should have just come quietly, shitty-hair. Now I gotta run your battery down so you won't run." Bakugos cruel grin sent a fearful jitter down Kirishima's spine, his breath hitching as he watched his capture crack his knuckles.

"W-Wait a moment, I won't run again! I swear I-AHA! Bahakugo!" Todoroki watched as Bakugo dug into the poor boy's ribs, sending him into a flurry of loud, hearty laughter. Legs flailing and stamping behind as he tried to wriggle free.

"Bakugo! C-C'mohon! Tickling isn't FAHAHAIR!" His laughter picked up when Bakugo switched to his lower ribs, pinching and massaging the bone with his thumbs. "Life's not fair, Red-Wriggles. You did this to yourself." The blonde grinned, watching as Kirishima twisted this way and that, trying to hide his face from view.

"Oi, icy-hot. This would go a lot quicker if you helped out." He snapped, nodding for Todoroki to sit on the victim's legs. "Me? I'm not very good at tickling, Bakugo." He shrugged.

"Not good at it? It's easy, dumbass. Sit. I'll walk you through it." He demanded, giving Kirishima a friendly pat on the cheek. "You're gonna be sleeping for a week when we're done with ya."

Todoroki sat on Kirishima's legs, facing his feet, staring blankly as he waited for instructions. "Alright, get his boots off."

"Done."

"Wait!" Kirishima yelped, already dreading what was to come. "I'll pay! I'll pay you!"

"Damn right you're gonna pay, with your suffering." Bakugo grinned. "Okay, Half 'n' half, start tickling."

"How?"

"However you want. Poke, scribble, drag, anything. This Shitty-hair is most ticklish on his feet so anything should work."

"Oh... So, like this?" With a single finger, he started training up and down the length of the props foot, immediately earning a strained giggle, feeling the leg kick beneath him.

"Noho! P-Plehease! Not my feet, I can't ta-HAHAHA!" His pleading was silenced when Todoroki suddenly raked all tour fingers up and down both the trapped, socked, soles. He seemed to immediately understand what needed to be done, no more coaching necessary.

"That's the way, Icey-hot. Keep doing what ya' doing." Bakugo sneered, picking up where he left off, wrecking the boy's ribs.

"Stahap! Oho oh gahad! pleHEHAHA! N-No!" Kirishima's laughter was very randomized, going from giggles to hollering, back to giggling as Todoroki experimented on his worst spot, testing each area of the feet.

"I'm gonna try his toes next." Todoroki narrated, starting to enjoy himself more. He liked the sound of his friends laughing. "Go for it, Icey-hot." Bakugo beamed, knowing very well that Kirishima couldn't stand teasing.

"No! Don't say it! Just- AAAAH! AHAHA! NO! Gehehet off! TODOROKIHIHIHI!" The red head couldn't stand it, his head thrown back as his eyes clouded up with happy tears, trying desperately to scrunch his toes up to protect them. It was no use, with Bakugo shifting positions on his torso so frequently, it left the rest of his limbs uncoordinated, instead just flailing helplessly.

"He's very ticklish under his toes." Todoroki concluded, scribbling underneath the digits at the sensitive skin underneath. "He sure is. And he hates when you do this~" Bakugo grinned, making his hands into fists, pressing the knuckles into Kirishima's ribs, vibrating them into each dip between the bone.

"NAAAAA! OH SHIT-! AHAHAHAhahaaa!-" The poor hero's laughter trailed off into silent hysterics as both his weak points were targeted, a sharp breath between the silence was keeping him alive as all he could do was mouth the words 'please' and 'no'.

This lighthearted torture only lasted a few moments before Todoroki looked up at the clock, gasping at the time. "Bakugo, we've got ten minutes to get him back to Aizawa!" He exclaimed. Bakugo too looked at the clock, narrowing his eyes. He didn't want to stop.

"You got lucky this time, Shima'. C'mon." Bakugo smiled as he pulled a limp Kirishima to his feet, the boy groaned and panted in response. "Nooo..." He was exhausted. "We don't have time for this. Here-" Todoroki offered to carry the boy piggyback. To which he didn't protest.

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The team made it back to Aizawa just in time, everyone else was already gathered there. Kirishima was almost asleep on the boy's shoulders, his hair sticking up more randomly than it usually was. Nevertheless, they succeeded in winning their prop hunt, and got to have a laugh together at the same time.

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If you’re still doing the sentence starters, how about BakuKiri (platonic) “Please, you totally love this.”

I’ve been needing to write some more ticklish Bakugou lately. These two are the best!! ❤️ Hope you enjoy!

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“Please, you totally love this.” Kirishima stated to the cackling Bakugou beneath him.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI DOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

Kirishima drilled into the sides of Bakugou’s stomach. Bakugou’s hands were currently being held behind his back. Kirishima thought it would be funny to tie the sleeves behind his back. (*cough* @duckymcdoorknob reference *cough*)

“Don’t lie to me, BakuBro- you’re in no position to not be telling the truth.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!! GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHEHELSE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bakugou twisted and turned, desperately pulling at his arms.

“You sure, babe? You absolutely sure you want me to stop tickling your ticklish belly.” Kirishima brought a hand over to his belly button and scribbled at his navel. High pitched squeals filled the room.

“GAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE! KIRIHIHIHIHI!” He arched his back, legs kicking widely.

Kirishima stopped and gave him a break.

“You have a really ticklish tummy don’t you~” Kirishima poked his belly button.

“EEK! Okay- okahay I doho now stahap!”

“Was that a squeal?! Awwww! Do it again!”

“NO- I will nahahahat! *squeal* Nohohoho!” Kirishima poked up and down at his ribs.

“Haha! You squealed! That’s the most adorable sound ever! Other than your laugh of course.”

“Yohohou suhuhuhuck! Hahaha! FUHUHUCK! Myhyhyhy arms are stuhuhuhuck!” Bakugou closed his eyes, and bucked his hips.

“Did you just figure that out, gigglebug?” Kirishsima moved to squeezing his lower ribs.

“Dohohohon’t cahAHAHALL mehe thahahat! You’re sohohOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEHAD!! NAHAHAHA!”

Kirishsima quickly sped up his technique and moved to scribble under his arms.

“Oh I am? Too bad you’re stuck, huh?”

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Admit you like it and maybe I will.” Kirishima leaned down to blow a raspberry on Bakugou’s neck.

“*snort* OKAHAHHAHAHAHAY!! IHI LAHAHAHA- IHI LOHOHAHAHAVE IHIT!!”

Kirishsima removed his hands from under his arms, giving Bakugou a kiss on the nose.

“I know. I just like hearing you say it.” He untied Bakugou’s arms and was immediately tackled to the floor.

“You really think you’d get away with that without some revenge, Kiri?”

“No. Not really.”

Bakugou just giggled before tickling Kirishima till he admitted he liked it.