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Ojiro, Inasa & Mx Fluff (NSFW) - Treatment

I started this story last year, but I just can't seem to bring myself to finish it. So, in the event I never do, here's a bullet point breakdown.

The Auction Masterlist

Ojiro and Inasa come to in the same room - a dark, featurless space lit up by a spotlight that shines down on both of them.

They are bound by red string anchored somewhere in the complete darkness. They are completely naked. Ojiro is tied in such a way that he is suspended as if he was on all fours (or, rather, on his forearms and shins). Inasa is suspended a little higher in what could pass for a kneeling position, with his elbows pointing up and to the side and his hands tied behind his head.

Ojiro is behind Inasa, who can't see him at all, his face basically of a height with Inasa's huge soles. He can also see Inasa's balls and the tip of his monster dick pointing down.

They talk for a moment, reassuring each other they'll get out of their bind.

But before they can do anything, Ojiro catches fuzzy pink blur and hears a whisper in his ear: Mx Fluff, a giant mascotte/Cheshire Cat-like monstrosity with an unspecified number of extendable arms (paws/claws) and even fuzzier tails.

It tells Ojiro of its fondness for meaty hunks and that he was specifically its favorite, calling him "the best boy" and promising to make him feel as good as he deserves.

Inasa can't hear Mx Fluff and has no idea what's happening until he hears Ojiro giggling: Mx Fluff has wrapped two fuzzy arms around Ojiro's midsection, tickling his washboard stomach with its feathery fur and, worse, with the ten dull claws on its paws.

The torment rapidly escalates: a claw finds Ojiro's bellybutton, and more fuzz and claws descend on his thighs before targeting Ojiro's worst spot: his bubble butt, tickling all over his glutes and under his tail.

Ojiro is in hysterics, and to add insult to injury, the intimate touches also make him hard.

And then, Mx Fluff whispers him a deal: he'll stop tickling him if Ojiro uses his tail to tickle "the dolt"'s feet. Inasa can't see him and he's dumb, he won't even know it's Ojiro doing it, and at the end of the day, he's not real, is he?

But Ojiro is a pro hero, there's no way he'll accept, so Mx Fluff brings out the carrot and the stick: the carrot is that he'll allow Ojiro to cum, the stick is that if he refuses to use his tail, Mx Fluff will use the claws that are just hovering above Inasa's feet to tickle him instead, promising it will be much worse.

Inasa gives a start as he feels something fuzzy but also somewhat coarse (the hair on Ojiro's tail becomes stiffer when he's turned on) run up and down his soles. He assumes it's Mx Fluff and tells it to bring it on, as Ojiro behind him sounds like he's having an easier time.

Ojiro is still squirming because Mx Fluff runs its fluff across all of Ojiro's ticklish spots, which isn't that bad, but that includes his dick, edging him...

Since Inasa is not laughing hard enough, it tells Ojiro to use his raspy tongue on Inasa's big toes, a major ticklish spot for him.

Ojiro tries to refuse, but Mx Fluff starts clawing at Inasa's wide-open pits, and the wind himbo immediately starts guffawing, so Ojiro caves and starts lickling, struggling to stay focused as Mx Fluff shifts its attention to slowly feather him into an orgasm...

As soon as Ojiro cums, Mx Fluff gags him and turns Inasa around, telling him it was Ojiro all along who was tickling him, all to avoid being tickled himself and for a climax.

But both Mx Fluff and Ojiro underestimated Inasa, because he immediately calls the auction winner out on the fact that he certainly threatened to do worse to Inasa if Ojiro didn't comply, as he can tell that the tail hero is honorable and selfless.

Mx Fluff acknowledges that Inasa is is a lot more perceptive than it gave him credit for... but not it's pissed off its plan to pit them against each other didn't work, so it unleashes its fury on Inasa, clawing at his pits, thighs, and feet, digging under his toes and scratching at the pads of his big toes, rubbing its fluff across his abs, chest, legs, balls, back, titillating his balls...

Inasa goes absolutely ballistic, and Ojiro can only watch in helpless horror as the mascotte just wails on his ticklish companion in misfortune.

Mx Fluff even blindfolds Inasa, making the sensation even more intense, and wraps some of its fur around the base of his dick, tickling him with nowhere near enough stimulation to let him cum.

And as Ojiro keeps struggling, he offers him another deal: if he can make Inasa cum with his tail, it will stop tickling him.

So Ojiro immediately complies, rubbing his own fuzzy appendage up and down Inasa's monster cock, working the head with care until Inasa explodes.

And as the himbo comes down from his high, Mx Fluff states that it would be a waste to let that post-oargasm sensitivity go to waste, and tickles and edges both Inasa and Ojiro to insanity and back until their time is up.

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A Fiery Make Up

A/N: A story with just the two of them couldn’t be left out, so here we go. Number 19 - Make Up - of @lovelynim's Tickletober prompt list of 2024 ft. Bakugou and Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia.

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The tension in the air was palpable as Bakugou and Kirishima sat on opposite ends of their shared living room, a heavy silence hanging between them. Their recent argument had been fierce, both stubborn in their perspectives, and now Bakugou’s pride kept him from making the first move to reconcile.

Kirishima sighed softly, running a hand through his red hair as he glanced over at his boyfriend. Bakugou's arms were crossed, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed stubbornly on the TV screen, though it was clear he wasn't really watching it. The sight tugged at Kirishima's heart.

He hated seeing Bakugou like this and he knew that deep down Bakugou hated the distance between them just as much. Taking a deep breath, Kirishima decided to bridge the gap. He walked over to Bakugou, who tensed up but didn't look at him. Gently, Kirishima knelt down in front of him, placing a hand on his knee.

"Katsuki," he said softly, "I'm sorry for what I said. Can… Can we just talk about it, please?" The blonde huffed, still refusing to meet Kirishima's gaze. "What's there to talk about? You said what you said." Kirishima's expression softened even more. He knew Bakugou's stubbornness well, but he also knew how to get through to him.

Leaning in, he wrapped his arms around Bakugou in a warm hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "I love you, Katsuki." He could feel how his shoulders relaxed a bit and smiled. Before Bakugou could react, Kirishima launched his surprise attack. His hands darted to Bakugou's sides, fingers wiggling and squeezing in a merciless tickling assault.

Bakugou's eyes widened in shock as laughter burst from him uncontrollably. "Oi! You... You baHahahstard!" the blonde gasped, trying to squirm away, but Kirishima's strong arms kept him in place.

Kirishima chuckled, continuing his tickle attack. "Come on, Katsuki, you know you can't stay mad at me," he teased, his fingers dancing over Bakugou's ribs and stomach, eliciting more uncontrollable giggles from the explosive hero. The other's laughter was a rare, infectious sound and Kirishima couldn’t help but chuckling along with it.

"S-StoHoHohp! Damn it… Oi! I- aHah I’ll kiIHihll you~" he choked out between laughs, his attempts to push Kirishima away weak and half-hearted. Despite his resistance, Bakugou didn't truly want Kirishima to stop, nor kill him (obviously). He loved the way his boyfriend knew just how to break through his defenses, even if he'd never admit it out loud.

Seeing Bakugou's resolve crumbling, Kirishima grinned wider and continued his relentless tickling. "Admit it, you love this," he teased, fingers moving to tickle Bakugou's sides and under his arms, wiggling into the unprotected holes with gusto. The blonde was a mess of laughter and curses, his body writhing under Kirishima's touch.

"OkahAhahay! OkaHay, you wihiHihin! Just s-stop!" he pleaded, his laughter echoing in the room. Satisfied with that, the red-haired finally relented, pulling him into a tight hug. "There, was that so hard?" he murmured, kissing Bakugou softly on the lips. Bakugou, still catching his breath, glared at him, though his eyes were soft.

"You're such an idiot," he muttered, but his tone lacked any real bite. Kirishima chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Bakugou's face. "But you love this idiot," he said, smiling. Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he said, closing his eyes as he puckered his lips.

Just as Kirishima was about to lean in for another kiss, Bakugou's expression changed. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes and before Kirishima knew it, he found himself being pulled down onto the couch, Bakugou swiftly switching their positions. He cracked his knuckles, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You think you can tickle me and get away with it?" he growled playfully, his hands already moving towards his sides. Kirishima's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, guess I'm in trouble now," he said, though his laughter was already bubbling up in anticipation, as if he already knew that this would happen.

Well, the days at school and some intimate moments with the blonde have told him that if you tickle a Bakugou, no matter which mood he is in, you will get it back at least double as bad. Though, he also learned from experience that if it was him, it wasn't like really really bad or if Iida would say "200%" but maybe still really (bearable) bad or in numbers "190%".

Not much to be honest, but a little bit of affection, some special treatment from the other, that made his feelings for the blonde only stronger. A word and a blow, Bakugou's fingers found their mark and soon it was Kirishima's turn to laugh uncontrollably.

He squirmed beneath him, his strong frame shaking with laughter as Bakugou's fingers danced over his ribs and stomach. "K-Katsuki! Ahahahahahah! M-MeHehehrcy!" he begged, half-heartly trying to fight him off, trying keep up appearances. The blonde grinned, relishing the sound of Kirishima's laughter.

"No mercy," he declared, continuing his ticklish revenge. Kirishima's laughter continued to fill the room, mingling together with Bakugou's chuckles. "PleHehease~" he laughed shaking his head. "Already begging ehh, that's not very manly~" Bakugou teased and Kirishima's breath pitched when he bent down to press a kiss on his neck, sending shivers throughout his body.

"KahAtsuHukiHihi… ehEHhehEh, nAhahahAh!" The redhead could end this any time, simply by overpowering the other or just using his Quirk to less the sensation, but he did neither which was proof enough that he still could handle it.

Though, even if - he also knew that the redhead had a thing for tickling, enjoying to laugh and feeling of his fingers on his sides or whatever spot he wanted to touch. The blonde didn't mind, but he never understood how someone as ticklish as him could love it so much.

Well, we are talking about Kirishima... he had always liked skinship, even back in school he had loved to hug. But to get back to the point, the redhead was a goof with a heart too big and maybe that was the reason that made Bakugou fall for him in the end.

Besides, it wasn't the first time he had executed a ticklish punishment on his beloved, so he had a pretty good understanding of what he could really handle and what not. "DoHohon't be mad aHahanymore~" Kirishima whined, tears of mirth and maybe a bit of sorrow as well filling his eyes.

Upon hearing that, Bakugou finally slowed his tickling, wiping away a single tear from his cheek before leaning down to capture Kirishima's lips in a passionate kiss, the tension from their earlier fight long since melted away, replaced by the warmth of their shared laughter. The other responded eagerly, his hands moving to rest on Bakugou's back, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless but smiling. "You really are an idiot," Bakugou said softly, his forehead resting against Kirishima's. "I'm not mad at you and-" The other grinned, his eyes sparkling. "And you love this idiot," he replied, echoing his earlier words.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but didn't argue, instead, he pressed another kiss to Kirishima's lips before leaning back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Since you said it yourself, Eijirou, of being an idiot, you're in real trouble now," he said, his tone playful.

"No one but me can be meany to my boyfriend, that includes you as well mister~" the blonde teased bopping his nose, the other hand already pulling his writs over his head as his free hand already wiggled midair in anticipation.

Kirishima laughed, letting it all happen, his heart swelling with love for the stubborn, fiery man beside him. "Bring it on, Katsuki," he said, his voice filled with affection, "I'm ready for whatever you throw at me." And so he did...

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Favourite kind of tickle scenarios? Like stocks, tickle machines, gang tickles, etc

I like variety, but I am partial to torturous tickles. Punishment tickles might be my favorite because they give the ler license to be absolutely ruthless, and there's nothing the lee can say or do to stop them.

I also enjoy interrogation tickles, especially when the ler keeps going after the lee spills the beans (as punishment, or to make sure he's telling the truth), or when the ler decides to break the lee first, or when the lee doesn't actually know what he's being interrogated about (and maybe the ler realizes it, but they enjoy what they're doing too much to stop). Same goes for tickles to force someone to surrender in other contexts (e.g. Caterpy tickling Goku into throwing the match).

I usually prefer a single, humanoid ler (or multiple lers going one at a time), since it's easier to focus on just those two characters and you don't have to keep track of what everyone else is doing, but machines and gang tickles can also be really good, and unfathomable/alien beings that tickle a lee to pieces for some esoteric reasons, or because that's just their biology, send me to the moon too.

Stocks are indeed a favorite of mine, but I also want full-body access.

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Are you familiar with JJK and AOT?

I've never read/watched JJK, though if I did, I think I'd like the main character as a lee.

As for AOT, I initially thought that Eren would make a good lee, but the story ends up being too dark for that. Even so, the scene where he's chained shirtless and on his knees definitely gave me ideas XD

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Do you like discussing characters tickle wise with people?

I do, and feel free to send me asks in that regare! If it's a character I'm familiar with, I may have something to say about him.

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Fandoms list?

Can't give one because 1- I'm not planning on resuming writing any time soon 2- the series I actually like and the series I write for tend to be non-intersecting diagrams lol

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The Cinema Incident Final Take

A/N: Now, now… I know I already wrote a sequel to the original story for @lovelynim's Tickletober prompt list of 2024 but with how the second story ended I just couldn’t leave it like that. I wanted to give them the ending they deserved and that’s how the third- and final story was born. After all, all good things come in threes.

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It had been a week since the chaotic incident at the cinema - a fiasco that resulted in Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima being practically “banned” from ever returning to that particular theater again (at least when a certain employee would be there).

The four had tried to enjoy a movie together, but things had spiraled out of control in the most unexpected way, leading to a lot of laughter, embarrassment, and an unspoken agreement to avoid that cinema for a while.

But tonight, something had happened that none of them could have anticipated. As they lounged around in the common room of their dormitory, All Might himself had dropped by with a surprise. The former Number One Hero was beaming, a sparkle in his eyes as he presented them with a small gift - a copy of the movie they had tried so hard to watch.

"Boys, I’ve got a little surprise for all of you," All Might explained, his voice full of pride, "I had a meeting with the director today. He's a huge fan of mine himself and when I told him about all of you, he insisted I bring you this. Said you shouldn't miss out on it," he said with a wink as he handed it over. “I got a copy of it as well~”

Midoriya's eyes sparkled with admiration, as they always did whenever All Might was around. "Th-Thank you so much All Might!" he stammered, clutching the DVD like it was the most precious thing in the world. Kirishima grinned widely, patting him on the back. "That’s so manly of you, All Might! We’ve been wanting to see this movie for ages." Bakugou, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, gave a curt nod, though he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes. Even Todoroki offered a small, appreciative smile.

"Make sure you enjoy it and don’t forget to share it with the everyone else," All Might chuckled before leaving them to their movie night, his laughter still echoing in the distance. Later that evening the four of them gathered in the common room once more, ready to give their movie night another shot - this time - hopefully - without any interruptions or mishaps.

Kirishima had suggested making some snacks, which led to Bakugou begrudgingly taking over the kitchen. "Fine, I'll make the popcorn," the blonde grumbled, his voice filled with that usual edge of irritation, though there was a hint of amusement there as well. Midoriya stood by the counter, watching as he busied himself with the stove.

"Uhm… don’t make it too salty this time Kacchan," the green-haired mumbled, recalling how Bakugou had a tendency to over-season things. The other shot him a glare, grinning devilish at him. "Extra salty, coming right up Deku," he retorted, making Midoriya groan in playful exasperation.

As Bakugou tossed the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, Kirishima came over to inspect the snack. “Looks good man! You didn’t burn it this time!” “Tch, like I’d mess up something as simple as popcorn,” Bakugou scoffed, though he couldn’t help but look a little pleased with himself.

With snacks in hand - popcorn, nachos, and a few drinks - they all settled down on the couch. They had all changed into comfortable clothes and the atmosphere was warm and inviting, the soft light from a lamp giving the room a cozy glow. Midoriya took the remote and fiddled with it, trying to navigate through the options on the screen.

Bakugou, sitting beside him with a scowl, grunted in annoyance. “Hurry up Deku. We don’t have all night.” “Sorry Kacchan,” Midoriya said flustered as he continued to fumble with the remote. Bakugou’s impatience was palpable and he kept tapping his fingers against his thigh as if to urge Midoriya to be quicker.

Sitting on Bakugou’s other side, Kirishima couldn’t help but notice his friend’s irritation. Smirking, he casually reached down and scratched his fingers over one of Bakugou’s socked soles, causing him to squirm in surprise, his foot jerking away as he let out an involuntary laugh that he quickly tried to mask with a cough.

“Relax Bakugou,” Kirishima teased, his sharp teeth flashing in a grin, “it’s not the end of the world if it takes a few extra seconds.” The other glared at him, but there was no real anger in his eyes. Instead, he mumbled something inaudible under his breath, finally deciding to relax back into the couch, though he kept his feet out of Kirishima’s reach.

Finally, Midoriya managed to get the movie started and for the first few minutes everything seemed to be going smoothly. They all watched the screen intently, the earlier incident already forgotten as they became engrossed in the film. So far, so good…

But then, as if on a whim, Bakugou decided to get a little revenge. He subtly poked Kirishima in the side, just enough to make the redhead flinch and give him a surprised look. Kirishima side-eyed him playfully and with him never being one to back down from a challenge or goof around, he retaliated with a poke of his own to Bakugou’s ribs.

“StoHop!” *poke* “No yoHou stoHop!” *poke* *poke* “KiHihri… I-” *poke* *poke* *poke* “FuUHuck iIHit!” It didn’t take long for things to escalate. What started as a few playful pokes turned into an all-out tickle war between the two, their laughter filling the room as they began to wrestle, fighting for the upper hand.

Todoroki, sitting next to Kirishima, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sudden change in atmosphere and as if he had gotten infected by their behavior, he found himself caught up in the infectious energy of the moment. He hesitated for only a second before joining in, pressing his own fingers into the red-haired’s other side.

"NoHohot you too, Todoroki! HAhahahH!" Kirishima yelped, twisting away as he tried to fend off the tickling attacks from now both sides. His efforts were in vain, though, as the blonde’s relentless poking and Todoroki’s surprisingly precise tickles had him laughing uncontrollably.

Midoriya watched the chaos unfold with wide eyes, momentarily unsure whether to intervene or join in, but when Bakugou managed to break free from their clutches, leaving the duo engage in a little fight of their own, and turned his sights on him, grinning wickedly, he knew he had no choice but to defend himself.

“K-Kacchan! D-DoHohon’t even- noHOho!” Midoriya warned, but it was too late. Bakugou lunged at him, fingers wiggling menacingly as he aimed for his ribs. “Think fast Deku!” he taunted and Midoriya barely had time to react before the tickling onslaught began.

“WahhaHahit! I’m- aHaHAhaH!” the green-haired burst into laughter, his defenses crumbling as Bakugou’s fingers found all his most sensitive spots. He squirmed and kicked, trying to get away, but Bakugou was relentless.

“Don’t think you can escape me Deku~” he teased and clawed one of his hands on is stomach, his fingers teasing the vulnerable spot, making Midoriya’s laughter high-pitched. “NoHot theHere! AhaHah K-KaHahcchahAhn noHoho!~” The two of them ended up tangled in a heap on the couch, both laughing so hard that tears formed in the corners of their eyes.

“GuHUhuys come on, we’re suppoHosed to be waHahtching a movie!” Kirishima protested, though his own laughter made it clear that he wasn’t too upset about the interruption. He was still trying to fight off the dual-haired’s fingers, lingering to his sides with him unable to fight the other back, only landing a few pokes of his own, making the other snicker.

“Pffftt...heHe…” Todoroki, who got caught in the moment, despite still relatively new to these kinds of playful interactions, found himself caught between trying to continue the tickle fight which he really came to like, especially if he considered this bubbly laughter coming out from the redhead’s mouth just by him dragging his fingers over his sides, and actually watching the movie, which they could continue any time, but when the blonde’s attention shifted to him, having wrecked the poor freckled hero, he knew the only option left was to fully engage.

“Don’t think I forgot you Half-and-Half~” Todoroki's hands shot out with surprising speed as the blonde pounced on him, his fingers lightly brushing against the other's sides. Bakugou flinched, a bark of laughter escaping him as he tried to squirm away from Todoroki's precise and methodical tickling, not having excepted to be met with so much resistance.

“H-HehEy noHOho! AHahaAhahAH! Dahamn iHiht!” the blonde bursted out laughing, trying to fight his hands off. “Y-You chose the wrong one~” Todoroki said in an attempt to tease, imitating a certain greenette, which actually seemed to work, since it made Bakugou chortle like a maniac. Who would’ve thought he would get so good at this in such a short time.

Kirishima watched the duo with a weak smile, still feeling the aftershocks of Todoroki’s attack, too weak (read: lazy) to join them. This was their moment, besides Bakugou needed to laugh once in a while, so that did him good, although the blonde would rather die than admitting it.

“Dahman… HAhalf-and-HaHalf…stoHop!” Despite his best efforts, Todoroki's calm persistence had Bakugou laughing uncontrollably, unable to fend off the relentless attack.

In the middle of their almost one-sided scuffle, Midoriya, having got his breath, started another attack and managed to twist around and go for Bakugou’s feet, which were still protected by his socks, recalling how the other had squirmed not to long ago when Kirishima had tickled that spot.

“Let’s see how you like that Kacchan!” he declared, grabbing hold of one of Bakugou’s ankles. “DoHohon’t you fuHucking dare Deku!” Bakugou growled, trying to kick free, but Midoriya had already started wiggling his fingers over the sole of his foot.

His toes wiggled involuntary as the green-haired slid them under them, the thin cotton providing almost no protection from his listless fingers. The blonde’s resistance crumbled instantly, as he let out a loud, uncharacteristic laugh, his body writhing as he tried to escape the tickling fingers.

“HAHAhaha... fuhUHuhck yoHohou boHohoth!” he screamed, falling back as one of his most sensitive spots was tickled. Todoroki saw his opportunity and joined in, his own hands darting towards Bakugou’s other foot. The blonde cursed at him, he hissed and warned, but nothing could stop the other from join Midoriya in tickling him into submission.

His laughter became even more frantic as he struggled against the combined attack, his usual tough demeanor completely shattered in the face of the tickling assault. “GeHeheht off me you bastards!” Bakugou gasped between laughs, but his protests were weak and half-hearted. “Not gonna happen, it’s your fault after all~” Midoriya teased.

“You’re in no position to make any demands Bakubro~” Todoroki added with a grin. “DoHon’t caHall meHEe thAhhat, I- aHAhahahh… shiHihit!” the blonde screamed. Why did his feet have to be so sensitive, hell why had HE be the one being tickled when fucking Deku was even more sensitive than him… even that stupid half-and-half hero would be a better option.

Kirishima, still recovering from his own tickle attack, grinned as he watched his defenses finally give way. “Looks like you’re outnumbered, Katsuki!” But just as it seemed like Bakugou was about to be completely overwhelmed, he found a moment of reprieve when Todoroki’s attention was momentarily diverted by the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

It was Kaminari, followed by Sero and Mina, all of them drawn to the common room by the sound of laughter and commotion. ���What’s going on in here?” Kaminari asked, flicking on the lights as he looked around in confusion.

The sight that greeted him was one of pure chaos: The movie was still playing in the background, but the four boys were now a tangled mess on the couch, laughing so hard that none of them could form a coherent response.

Mina burst into laughter at the sight while Sero shook his head in disbelief. “Are you guys seriously tickling each other instead of watching the movie? Wait isn’T that the new one with All Might?!” “It’s…not what it looks like!” Midoriya managed to choke out, though the laughter bubbling up from within made it difficult for him to get the words out.

“Sure, sure,” Kaminari said with a grin, clearly not buying it, “looks like we missed out on all the fun!” Bakugou, who had finally managed to break free from the tickle attack, glared at the newcomers. “Shut up and go back to whatever you were doing idiots!”

He was glaring at his friends with a dark expression but despite his harsh words, they knew by now that he wasn’t really angry or anything. In fact, there was a trace of a smile still lingering on his face as he tried to catch his breath.

“…Sure, didn’t want to interrupt you being lovey-dovey~” Kaminari teased and giggled as he hurried away when he got almost hit by a pillow. The others followed shaking their heads at their goofiness. Once they were left alone again, the four of them shared a look and then they all broke into laughter again. The absurdity of the situation was too much to handle.

They had gone from trying to watch a movie to engaging in a tickle fight that had left them all breathless and grinning like fools. Finally, as the laughter began to die down, Kirishima spoke up, wiping a tear from his eye, “I guess we’re never gonna make it through this movie, huh?” “Doesn’t seem like it,” Todoroki agreed.

Midoriya, still holding the remote, looked down at it and then back at his friends. “Maybe we can try again… but, uh, after a quick break?” “Fine,” Bakugou muttered, running a hand through his hair to straighten it out, “but next time, no tickling!”

The others laughed at that, but they all nodded in agreement. They settled back into their seats, this time with a renewed determination to actually watch the film.

Though, even as the movie played on, there was still a sense of lightheartedness in the air and for the rest of the evening the common room was filled with the sound of laughter, not from tickling this time, but from the sheer joy of being together as friends, finally able to finish what they started.

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The Cinema Incident Take Two

A/N: After I finished the story for @lovelynim's Tickletober prompt list of 2024 I just couldn’t restrain myself from writing an immediate sequel to it. The setting of the story was too alluring to not do so.

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A few days had passed since the cinema incident and Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou found themselves heading back to the movies once again. This time however they were joined by Kirishima, who walked alongside them with his usual enthusiastic grin. “It’s been ages since I’ve gone to the cinema!” he exclaimed excitingly. “Thanks for inviting me, guys!”

“Yeah, well, don’t get too excited,” Bakugou muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, “it’s just a movie.” Midoriya chuckled softly at Bakugou’s attempt to downplay things, while Todoroki walked beside them, his expression as calm as ever. The truth was they were all looking forward to the outing, even Bakugou, though he’d never admit it.

When they arrived at the cinema, the four of them headed straight for the ticket counter. Kirishima took the lead, eager to make sure everything was set. After buying the tickets, they moved on to the food counter. “What do you guys want?” Kirishima asked, looking over the various snacks available.

“Salty popcorn,” Bakugou said gruffly before anyone else could speak. Kirishima nodded, already anticipating Bakugou’s preference. “Got it! One salty popcorn for Bakugou,” Kirishima said with a grin, ordering the snacks for everyone.

After they had their drinks and popcorn in hand, they made their way toward the area where their tickets would be validated. As they approached the ticket validation area, Midoriya suddenly slowed down, his cheeks turning a faint pink. Todoroki too seemed to tense slightly, while Bakugou just scowled at the floor.

The employee behind the counter looked up as they approached and a flash of recognition crossed his face. He let out an audible sigh. “You guys again,” he said, clearly less than thrilled. “Don’t cause a scene like last time, got it?”

Midoriya’s blush deepened and he quickly averted his gaze, embarrassed by the reminder. Todoroki glanced away, trying to keep his composure, while Bakugou just grumbled under his breath. Kirishima on the other hand looked between them, confusion evident on his face.

“What was that about?” Kirishima asked once they were a few steps away from the counter. “Did something happen last time?” Neither of the three said anything, with Midoriya and Todoroki just shaking their heads, while Bakugou glared ahead. Kirishima raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue.

Once inside the viewing room, they found their seats. Midoriya sat on the far left (far away from Bakugou), followed by Todoroki, Kirishima, and then said blonde on the far right. The lights dimmed and the trailers began to play, but Kirishima couldn’t help but feel a bit curious about what had happened during their last visit.

About halfway through the movie, Kirishima leaned over toward Bakugou, his voice a whisper. “So, what really happened last time?” “Nothing,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes still fixed on the screen, “watch the damn movie.”

Kirishima smirked, not satisfied with Bakugou’s answer. He had a hunch that there was more to the story and he wasn’t one to give up easily. An idea began to form in his mind and before he could second-guess it, he acted on impulse. Without warning Kirishima reached over and poked Bakugou in the side.

The blonde jerked in his seat, glaring daggers at his friend. “What the hell are you doing?” Bakugou whispered furiously. Kirishima just grinned, showing him his sharky smile, and began tickling Bakugou’s side and stomach.

The reaction was immediate. Bakugou’s eyes widened and he burst out in unexpected laughter, trying to squirm away from Kirishima’s relentless fingers. “KnoHOhock it off Kirishima! OhoHi!” Bakugou’s voice came out strained as he tried to hold back his laughter.

“I’m gonna-” But Kirishima wasn’t done yet. He knew Bakugou was ticklish and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by. He wriggled his fingers into Bakugou’s side, going for the sensitive spots that he knew would make Bakugou squirm even more. The blonde’s laughter grew louder and he tried to swat Kirishima’s hands away, but it was no use.

“Pffft… E-EHIhihijirou- ahAHhahh! StoHOhop fuUhuucking tiHihihIickling mehEhehe~” Bakugou cursed in his seat and bend over to Todoroki, but the redhead’s fingers followed, jabbing in-between his ribs and sending shivers throughout his body. “Only if you tell me what happened?” the redhead teased, smiling at the sight of Bakugou smiling.

Midoriya was peeking out from the other side, alarmed by the sudden laughter from his normally grumpy friend. When he saw what was going on, he couldn’t help but smile at the scene going on next to him, his expression a combination of embarrassment and understanding, had he not been on the receiving end as well not too long ago.

"Get him good Kirishima~" he giggled, seemingly happy that it wasn’t him this time. "DeHeku I- fuHhuck... I toHOhold yoHohou thaHaht- aAhhahahah!" Kirishima was relentless, even moving up to tickle Bakugou’s ears, which sent him into a fit of giggles. "HahaHa noHOhot tHEHehre- Eihiji-"

"Haha then you want me to tickle you somewhere else, works fine with me you only-" Kirishima began, only to be interrupted a sudden flash of light shining onto his face and the sound of someone clearing their throat. The four friends looked up in unison, only to see the same employee from before standing in the aisle, arms crossed.

“I told you not to cause a scene,” the employee said with a sigh. “You guys are out of here and this time, you’re banned from ever seeing a movie while I’m on shift. *sigh* Why do I have to deal with lovey-dovey teenagers all the time… do that at home or wherever you want but not at my workplace… mhm… I should really think about switching jobs… and now out with you! Chop-chop!” he grumbled, looking annoyed.

Midoriya’s face turned beet red, while Todoroki looked away, his expression unreadable. Bakugou, still catching his breath from the tickle attack, just glared at the employee, while Kirishima scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” Kirishima said, offering an apologetic smile.

The employee didn’t seem impressed and simply gestured for them to leave. With a collective sigh, the four of them gathered their things and made their way out of the theater, the other moviegoers watching them with curious expressions. As they walked down the street, heading back home, the atmosphere was filled with an awkward silence.

Kirishima couldn’t help but feel guilty for ruining their evening. “Hey guys,” Kirishima said, breaking the silence, “I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.” Bakugou didn’t respond immediately, just glaring ahead as they walked. But before Kirishima could dwell on it too much Midoriya spoke up.

“It’s okay Kirishima,” Midoriya said with a small smile, “you don’t have to apologize. The same thing happened last time too.” Kirishima blinked in surprise. “Wait, really?” Todoroki nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah. We got kicked out for causing a scene last time as well.”

Kirishima’s expression brightened and he let out a laugh. “So that’s what happened!” Midoriya nodded, and before they knew it, all four of them were laughing, even Bakugou, though he tried to hide it behind his usual gruff demeanor. “You’re all idiots,” he muttered, but the smile in the corner of his lips was betraying him.

“Says the one whose laughter got us kicked out,” Todoroki teased and brought light-hearted laughter from the other two. Bakugou made a fist and wanted to say something, but stopped, instead, he found himself chuckling along with the others, unable to stay mad after everything that had happened.

Yes, they had missed the movie, sure, but in the end, they had still managed to had a good time together and that, they all realized, was what truly mattered and who knew, maybe they might see the movie another day, you never knew…

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The Cinema Incident

A/N: I saw this picture a few weeks ago in a commercial for the new movie and it was too good to not be used for writing something with it… Number 11 - Noise - of @lovelynim's Tickletober prompt list of 2024 ft. Midoriya, Bakugou and Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia.

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The cool evening air was perfect for a night out at the cinema and Midoriya couldn’t contain his excitement. He was practically bouncing on his heels as he walked beside Bakugou and Todoroki.

The three of them were headed to see a brand-new documentary featuring All Might and as if that wasn’t exciting enough Todoroki had won the tickets in a lottery and had invited both him and Bakugou to join.

“This is going to be amazing!” Midoriya exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling as they neared the cinema. “I’ve heard this documentary covers all of All Might’s early years - stuff that’s never been shown before!” “Calm down nerd,” Bakugou grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched as if he was fighting back a smirk.

It was obvious he was just as excited, though he’d never admit it out loud. Todoroki, who walked on Midoriya’s other side, smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re excited Midoriya. I knew you’d appreciate the tickets.”

“Appreciate?” Midoriya nearly tripped over his own feet as he turned to face Todoroki, his enthusiasm spilling over. “I’m beyond appreciative! You’re the best Todoroki! And Kachcan, I’m so glad you could come too- I know how much All Might means to you as well!”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets, though his eyes gleamed with anticipation, “of course I’m here. Wouldn’t miss it.” They entered the cinema, grabbed their popcorn and drinks, and found their seats near the middle of the theater - the perfect spot to take in all the action on the big screen.

Midoriya was sandwiched between Bakugou and Todoroki, which seemed ideal since he could discuss the film with both of them during the movie - though he didn’t quite anticipate how that might backfire. The lights dimmed and, after a short series of advertising clips, the documentary began.

The opening scenes showed All Might in his prime and Midoriya couldn’t help but lean forward, his eyes wide with admiration. The theater was packed with fans, some of them even cosplaying as their hero, all of them quiet and focused on the screen, but Midoriya’s excitement got the better of him.

“Did you know this footage was taken during one of All Might’s first public appearances as the Symbol of Peace?” he whispered to Bakugou, his voice barely above a murmur, though filled with enthusiasm. Bakugou side-eyed him. “Shut up, Deku. I’m trying to watch.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Midoriya whispered back, though it wasn’t long before another fascinating piece of trivia popped into his head. “Oh, this scene is where All Might defeated-” “Deku,” Bakugou growled softly, not taking his eyes off the screen, “if you don’t zip it, I’m gonna make you.” Midoriya bit his lip, trying to contain himself.

He knew Bakugou wasn’t joking, but the film was just too incredible. When a particularly epic moment came on, showing All Might in a fierce battle, he couldn’t help but let out a hushed, “This is so cool…” Bakugou let out a sigh of exasperation, rolling his eyes. “That’s it.” He turned slightly in his seat, his hand sliding over to Midoriya’s side.

“What-? Kacchan, no-” Midoriya stammered, but it was too late. Bakugou’s fingers found their way to his ribs and started poking and wiggling in the soft spots, sending shockwaves of ticklishness through his friend’s body.

Midoriya immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the giggles that were bubbling up, but his shoulders shook with the effort of trying to keep quiet. “Mmmph! S-StoHohop!” he whispered through his hand, his eyes wide as he squirmed in his seat. Todoroki, noticing the commotion, glanced over and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“Deku here can’t keep his mouth shut,” Bakugou muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to tickle Midoriya’s side, “figured I’d give him something else to focus on.” Midoriya was wriggling helplessly, trying to pull away from the blonde’s relentless fingers, but there was nowhere to go.

He looked pleadingly at Todoroki, hoping for some kind of intervention. Th dual-haired hero however simply watched the scene unfold with mild curiosity before a small smile tugged at his lips. “I guess that’s fair,” he said before deciding to join in on the fun. He leaned over and started tickling Midoriya’s other side.

The green-haired’s eyes widened in shock, muffled giggles and squeaks escaping from behind his hand. “Pffff- noHohot you toOHoho~” he giggled, his other hand grabbing the seat a bit harder in a hopeless attempt to lessen the ticklish feeing. Heads were turning their way, but neither of the three was recognizing it, too occupied with their own show going on.

Midoriya was being tickled from both sides now, Todoroki’s cool, calculated touches combining with Bakugou’s more aggressive approach, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back his laughter. “Mmpph! N-NHOhoho fair!” he managed to whisper, his voice trembling with suppressed laughter as his body shook with the effort to stay quiet.

Bakugou snickered. “You brought this on yourself Deku. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before running your mouth during a movie,” he mocked in a playful voice, his hand shooting up into his armpit, pressing aggressively into the soft, earning a high-pitched squeak from the other. "Ahhh K-Kacchan, noHohot thehEhre~"

Todoroki, still smiling - happy to see his friends so carefree, added, “You really should try to focus on the film, Midoriya, or you gonna miss it~” he teased, squeezing and kneading his lower side, just above his hip, all while he grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffing it into his mouth, with his gaze returning to look at the movie screen for a second before he focused on him again. "T-ToHodoroHohoki, plehHEhease~" he whined.

Midoriya was practically vibrating in his seat, tears of laughter forming at the corners of his eyes. He pressed both hands over his mouth now, his attempts to stay silent becoming more and more desperate as the tickling continued. He was leaning from left to right, trying to escape both their ticklish attack, but he just couldn't escape them.

His legs kicked out involuntarily, bumping against the seats in front of him, though thankfully the theater was so loud with the film’s sound effects that no one seemed to notice. Nothing doing! Bakugou's grin winded - he was enjoying this situation way too much.

"Be quite Deku, I can’t concentrate on the movie~" he teased, ignoring that he and Todoroki were the reason for it. The freckled teen shook his head, and pressed his eyes close. He just wanted it to stop, too sensitive to handle it, especially since they were in public. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he heard a quiet voice next to them.

“Excuse me,” the voice whispered and the three of them looked up to see a cinema employee standing at the end of their row, looking rather annoyed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re disturbing the other guests.” Midoriya’s face turned bright red as Bakugou and Todoroki immediately stopped their tickling, both looking somewhat sheepish.

Midoriya tried to stammer out an apology, but his voice was still breathless from the laughter. “We’ll go,” Todoroki said calmly, standing up and nudging Bakugou and Midoriya to follow. Bakugou grumbled under his breath, but he followed Todoroki’s lead, with Midoriya trailing behind, his face still flushed with embarrassment.

As they exited the theater and stepped into the cool night air Bakugou rounded on Midoriya, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Damn it Deku, you’re way too ticklish for your own good.” The greenette pouted, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “It’s not my fault! You two ganged up on me!”

Todoroki watched the exchange with a small smile. “We should go see the movie again. Maybe next time we can bring Kirishima along.” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Why the hell would we do that? We’re not doing this again!” Midoriya couldn’t help but grin, a mischievous thought crossing his mind.

“Maybe because Kirishima could help me tickle you back?” Bakugou’s face twisted into a scowl, but before he could retort, Midoriya took off running, laughing as he went. “Deku get back here!” the blonde yelled, sprinting after him with a determined look on his face.

Todoroki watched them for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Guess I’d better catch up,” he muttered to himself before jogging after the pair, already looking forward to the next cinema trip.

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Thoughts on female lers?

Depending on the story, they can be really good! I definitely enjoy using Tama as a ler, it almost feels like a collab XD

The other case where I enjoy female lers is when I'm tickling an explicitly straight lee, and that kind of attention goes straight to their... head.

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This is cooooo cute!!! And the two feel very much in character, I could see this being an actual chapter!

Clean-Up

A/N: These two are such an adorable pairing and upon thinking about a possible story I immediately had everything set up in mind. Number 03 - Cleaning - of @lovelynim's Tickletober prompt list of 2024 ft. Hirano and Kagiura from Sasaki to Miyano.

Words: 1,446 words under the cut

The dorm rooms at Shumeikan Academy were unusually busy that day. Every student had been drafted into the annual cleaning event; a day set aside for a thorough scrub-down of their living quarters.

The usually calm hallways were filled with the sounds of clattering brooms, vacuum cleaners, and the chatter of boys grumbling about having to clean on a weekend. In one particular dorm room however, things were quiet - too quiet.

Hirano was busy sorting through his belongings, his bed already stripped of its sheets, his desk meticulously organized. However, his roommate Kagiura, was less enthusiastic about the task. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall with a forlorn expression. His usual cheerfulness was absent and he had barely touched any of his cleaning tasks.

Hirano glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow as he took in Kagiura’s moping posture. “Kagi, what’s with you today?” the blonde asked, finally setting down the stack of books he’d been organizing. “You’ve barely done anything and we’ve got a lot of work to do.” Kagiura looked up at Hirano, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and something more tender.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, though his voice was heavy with unspoken feelings. Hirano sighed, recognizing the look on Kagiura’s face. He knew exactly what this was about.

The night before Kagiura had asked for a hug before bed - a not-so-uncommon request from his roommate - but Hirano had been preoccupied with schoolwork and had brushed him off, promising a hug later. Clearly, Kagiura had taken it to heart. “Kagi,” Hirano began, softening his tone, “you’re upset because I didn’t hug you last night, aren’t you?”

Kagiura’s cheeks flushed slightly but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked down at his hands, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I just… I just wanted a little attention, that’s all,” he admitted quietly, “but it’s okay. I know you were busy.” Hirano felt a pang of guilt at seeing Kagiura so downcast.

He knew how much those little moments meant to his roommate and truth be told, they meant a lot to him too. But seeing Kagiura moping around wasn’t going to help them get through the mountain of cleaning they had ahead of them. He needed to do something to lift Kagiura’s spirits - and get him moving.

An idea began to form in his mind, one that brought a small smirk to his lips. “Well, if you’re not going to help me clean,” Hirano said, adopting a more playful tone, “I guess I’ll have to resort to some drastic measures.” Kagiura looked up, confusion flashing across his face. “What do you mean, drastic measures?”

Hirano didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked over to Kagiura’s bed, where the younger boy was still sitting. Without warning, the blonde pounced, pinning Kagiura down onto the mattress with surprising speed. “H-Hirano-senpai?!” Kagiura stammered, his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

But Hirano wasn’t about to give him time to figure it out. With a grin that could only be described as mischievous, Hirano’s hands dove to Kagiura’s sides, his fingers wiggling and digging into the sensitive spots just above his hips. His kouhai immediately bursted into laughter, his body twisting and squirming beneath Hirano’s hands.

“AhAhah! Hirano-senpai, waHaahit- stop! That- aHAhah ThaAht tiHIhickles!” he cried out, his voice a mixture of giggles and surprise. “Exactly,” Hirano replied with a chuckle, continuing his ticklish assault, “this is what you get for sitting around and sulking instead of helping me clean.”

Kagiura’s laughter filled the room as he tried to wriggle free but Hirano had the advantage, and he wasn’t about to let up. His fingers moved with teasing excitement, finding every ticklish spot on the brunette’s torso. “H-Hirano-seHehnpai, pleHehehase!” Kagiura begged, his face flushed from both the tickling and the close proximity to his roommate.

This was even better than a mere hug. Hirano was touching him, no he was sitting on top of him, his fingers kneading into his midriff and sliding over his stomach. Kagiura could see the other's eyes sparkling and that teasing, warm smile that could melt even the coolest heart, it was if a dream had come true for him.

…Wouldn't there be these almost unbearable sensations sending warning signals right to his brain. The brunette shook his head, no right now he got more skinship than the last few weeks all together but he was also highly sensitive - a real dilemma.

"AhahhaHAHH... Hihi- HiraHnoHo w-w-wahAhahit~" he tried, stretching out a shaking hand towards the other which he surprisingly took, squeezing it. "Yes, A-ki-ra~" That was too much for him... The blonde was cheating so much and he probably didn’t even realize it. Kagiura could hardly catch his breath between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

“I’ll heHEhehlp! I proHohomise!” He gave up, feeling how his face was burning. Hirano grinned, clearly pleased with the results of his plan. “Oh, you’ll help, will you?” he teased, though he didn’t stop tickling just yet. His fingers moved up to Kagiura’s ribs, earning another round of giggles from the younger boy.

“YeHEhehes! I sweHehehar!” Kagiura gasped out, his laughter weakening as he tried to squirm away from Hirano’s tickling fingers. “Just pleHehease stop!” Hirano finally relented, pulling back and letting Kagiura catch his breath. The younger boy lay on the bed, panting and giggling softly, his face flushed and his eyes bright with amusement.

“See?” Hirano said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he looked down at Kagiura. “All you needed was a little motivation.” The other, still breathless, looked up at Hirano with a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re not playing fair, Senpai…” he mumbled, though the smile on his face took away any possible sting from his words.

Hirano chuckled, offering a hand to help Kagiura sit up. “I know, but you don’t mind, right?” he said, giving him a grin. Kagiura’s cheeks flushed again, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he took Hirano’s hand and let him pull him up. “I do,” he admitted quietly, his voice sincere.

For a moment the two of them just stood there, when Hirano felt a tug at his heart, the affection he had for Kagiura bubbling up in a way that made him want to pull the younger boy into a hug right then and there, but instead, he smiled and ruffled Kagiura’s hair affectionately.

“Come on,” Hirano said, breaking the moment with a teasing tone, “we’ve got a lot of cleaning to do. And maybe if you work hard enough, I’ll give you that hug you wanted later.” Kagiura’s face lit up with a smile, his earlier gloom completely forgotten. Hirano was really spoiling him rotten today.

“I’ll work really hard, Hirano-senpai! You can count on me!” he said enthusiastically, already grabbing a broom to start sweeping the floor. The blonde watched him for a moment, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew he wasn’t always the best at expressing his feelings but he hoped that Kagiura understood, even in these small, playful gestures.

The rest of the cleaning went by much more quickly with Kagiura’s renewed enthusiasm. He worked diligently, making sure every corner of their dorm room was spotless, all the while stealing glances at Hirano, as if to make sure he was doing a good enough job to earn that promised hug. When they finally finished, the room was literally gleaming.

Kagiura wiped the sweat from his brow, looking around with satisfaction before turning to Hirano with hopeful eyes. “So… did I do good?” he asked, a slight blush dusting his cheeks and for a moment, the blonde thought he had seen a wagging tail behind his roommate. The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle at the hopeful expression on his face.

He walked over to his roommate, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a warm, comforting hug. “Yeah, you did good, Kagi,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection, “I’m proud of you.”

Kagiura melted into the embrace, his heart swelling with happiness as he returned the embrace, pressing the other softly against himself, even daring to snuggle in the blonde’s neck for a moment. This was the hug he had wanted, and it was worth all the tickling and hard work to get it.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, Hirano couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe he was starting to get better at showing how much Kagiura really meant to him and judging by the way Kagiura’s arms tightened around him, Hirano knew that his message had been received loud and clear.

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Just finished my Sasaki to Miyano rewatch. I just can't with those two, god damn it. I'm going to have to pace myself with the chapters after the end of the anime, and I'm saving the movie for after I'm done with those... I so hope they'll dub it because the English localization and dub are extraordinarily good and what got me into the series in the first place ç_ç

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Bakugo deserves all the (foot) tickles, and I really like the idea of him realizing he's completely powerless to stop his boyfriend after the latter seizes hold of him... if Kirishima hardens and grins, he knows he's done for.

Game Over, Giggles

A/N: This artwork looks so amazing and upon seeing it I couldn’t help but write a little something with them.The combination of gaming and weaving in a bit of tickling is also such a great- and often used plot, but this chance was just too good to be left out.

Summary: A gaming session between Bakugou and Kirishima turns into a playful one-sided tickle fight, with Bakugou’s sensitive feet becoming the target. What starts as a distraction soon escalates, but beneath the laughter, it’s all in good fun.

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The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, reflecting off the shiny surfaces of some old game cartridges and a worn, chunky console. A retro gaming melody and some chuckling could be heard as Bakugou and Kirishima were deeply engrossed in their latest game.

The blonde was lounging on the couch with one of his feet propped up, a bowl of chips nestled against his side. Kirishima, was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, holding his controller with focused intensity, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of them.

The game was just nearing its final stage. The room, that had been filled with competitive jokes and playful insults a few seconds ago, had now fallen into a tense silence as both boys neared the end boss. So far, as raging through the different dungeon rooms, both of them had dealt equally damage to the "little fries" as Bakugou would call them.

Now, upon reaching the last layer, with just a few steps away from the final door that would lead them to a glorious victory or a devastating doom, it all boiled down to who of them would manage to cause the most damage. Their characters were likewise equipped and the game would be solely decided on their gaming skills... and maybe a bit of luck as well.

"I'm gonna fry you Eijirou, just you wait~" Bakugou chuckled with a teasing voice, already certain of success. The other was grinning up at him. "Ohh~ Is that so... Well, let's see who of us will get fried here, I remember last time you-"

"That was one time!" the blonde interrupted him, as a faint memory filled his brain where his digital alias had been literally fried, because a certain green-haired got scared during the game and had somehow managed to kick him into lava, resulting in an immediate death…

Well, let's just say that this evening ended up with Bakugou - besides making a tantrum - almost forbidding Midoriya to ever play with them again. "Haha, okay, okay~ Now then, off we go~" Kirishima snickered, as they pushed the door open, facing the creepy smiling monster that had already awaited them.

...

Bakugou’s eyes were narrowed, his fingers moving rapidly over the buttons, each press bringing them closer to victory or defeat. Kirishima was feeling the pressure, his grip tightened around the controller as the boss’s health bar dwindled to a sliver. He could sense Bakugou’s smirk even without looking - his friend was confident, too confident.

He knew how much the blonde hated to lose, even in a playful game like that, always giving the best as if he was in a real fight. The only difference was that Bakugou got really teasing beyond belief whenever he claimed victory, and that was for Kirishima's taste, even more "annoying" than a sulking Bakugou.

At least he could handle latter version of him better, be it by playing another game from which he knew that Bakugou was better at, giving him one of his favorite snacks - the spicy ones - that had already been prepared by him before the gaming session or using... other methods to make him calm down again.

A plan began to form in his mind, a desperate move to turn the tide in his favor. He was about to lose and if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was the thought of Bakugou lording it over him for the rest of the night. As the boss unleashed a devastating attack, his character stumbled. He had seconds to react, and instinctively, his free hand shot out.

His fingers found the warm, socked foot resting just beside him on the ground. Without hesitation, Kirishima lightly dragged his fingers across the sole. "Ha- what the hell, Shitty Hair?!" Bakugou blurted out, his voice rising in surprise. His fingers fumbled on the controller as he jerked his foot away, nearly dropping it.

He shot a glare at the redhead, who was struggling to suppress a grin, his attention now divided between the game and his mischievous plan. "I dunno what you're talking about," he replied, feigning innocence. Though, he couldn't hide the sharky grin on his face, that stayed mostly hidden due to his sitting position.

His character had recovered just in time, and he took advantage of Bakugou’s lapse in concentration to land a solid hit on the boss, dealing a huge amount of damage. “Oi, quit messing around!” Bakugou growled, his voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and the slightest hint of amusement.

He wasn’t truly mad - this was just the sort of thing Kirishima did and secretly, he even enjoyed the back-and-forth banter they always had, not that he would ever admit it though. To this point everything would've been fine though, wouldn't there be the fact that Kirishima wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

As the battle raged on-screen, he reached out again, this time more deliberately. His fingers found the sole of Bakugou’s foot once more, pressing gently but firmly into the soft fabric of the sock, this time wiggling over its heel. “DoHohon’t you dare!” Bakugou warned in a low voice, but the corners of his mouth already twitched upward despite himself.

The touch was light, teasing, but it still sent tingles up the blonde’s leg. Kirishima grinned wider. “What, this?” he asked, his voice playfully innocent as he lightly tickled the sole again, feeling Bakugou’s foot twitch in response. “CUHut it out, or I swear I’ll-” Bakugou’s threat was cut off by a sudden burst of laughter.

The light, almost involuntary sound was like music to Kirishima’s ears - he really liked seeing him like that, all chuckly, and well, happy. Bakugou was notoriously ticklish, though he hated to admit it. It was a fact that the redhead had discovered by accident months ago and it had quickly become one of his favorite tools in their playful rivalry.

“You’ll what? Laugh me to death?” he teased, his fingers now moving in quick, intentional strokes across Bakugou’s sole. The sock provided little protection from the playful tickling and the other’s composure was crumbling rapidly.

“D-DaHahamn it, Kirishima!” Bakugou managed to choke out between giggles. He squirmed on the couch, trying to pull his foot away, but Kirishima was too quick. With a swift motion, he hooked his arm around Bakugou’s ankle, trapping the foot in place.

“Let’s see how tough you are now, Bakugou!” he declared triumphantly. With one hand still holding the controller, somehow managing to still fight the boss and deal some damage, even though he was moving more sluggish now, he used the other to peel off Bakugou’s sock, exposing the bare foot to the cool air.

“DoHohon’t you dare, you baHahstard! ThaHat- aHahaHAhha ThaHaht’s chEhating!” Bakugou shouted with a mix of panic and laughter, but it was too late - Kirishima’s fingers were already descending on the now bare sole, tickling with renewed vigor.

The reaction was immediate and explosive - Bakugou burst into uncontrollable laughter, his body thrashing as he tried to escape Kirishima’s hold. “HahAHAHAHAh ShiHihihitty HahAhir- fuHUhuck- noOHohoHo!” “I can’t remember we set any rules that a little distraction wasn’t allowed~” Kirishima mused with a sly grin while sliding his fingers over his sole.

With the other getting more and more squirmy behind him, the redhead quickly paused the game, letting go of the controller to get an even better hold on him. He didn't want to risk dying nor did he want the other to claim his victory was accomplished to unfair play - that wouldn't be manly.

Bakugou grunted, his free foot kicked out, landing a solid thud against Kirishima’s back, but the redhead barely flinched. Instead, he caught the offending foot, quickly pulling off the second sock as well. “Oh, you’re in for it now!” he chuckled, his voice full of playful menace as he held both of Bakugou’s feet captive.

His fingers danced over the newly exposed soles, tracing over the arches, the balls of the feet, and even the highly sensitive spots between the toes. “NohoHOho dahahmn iHiht, KiHihishima, noHOhoho!” Bakugou was helpless, his tough exterior melting away under the assault of his tickling fingers.

He writhed on the couch, his laughter turning into desperate, breathless giggles. “K-KiHihirishima! I’m g-goHohonna k-kill you!” he gasped out between fits of laughter, his body twisting as he tried to break free, almost kicking off the bowl of chips, which had someone still remained save and sound up on the couch.

The redhead just laughed along with him, his own chest shaking with mirth as he continued the playful attack. “You can try,” he teased, his fingers never slowing down, “but I think you’re a little too busy laughing to do much of anything right now.” His fingers moved under his wiggling toes again, emitting high-pitched giggles from the poor blonde.

“AhahhaHAha noHohot thehEhe toHOhoes hahAhahaha!” Bakugou’s hands clutched at the couch cushions, his fingers digging into the fabric as he tried to pull himself together, but every time he managed to catch his breath, Kirishima’s fingers would find a new ticklish spot, sending him spiraling back into uncontrollable laughter.

“Your feet are so ticklish Bakugou… and they feel kinda soft. What lotion do you use?” Kirishima mused, his thumbs rubbing into the sensitive skin. The other could feel his face heating up, the blush covering his face spreading to his ears.

“CoHOhome on, stoHop iHit already- I cahAhahn’t!” Bakugou whined and, as a last resort, he grabbed the huge custom-made plushy of his friend, beginning to hit the other with it. The “weapon” obviously didn’t hurt and made the other just chuckle.

“Ow~ HehEy, B-Bakugou stoHop! How can you doHO this to “Little Riot”? I- oW heHe I thought you loved him~” he teased as the blonde’s hits continued. “Pfft… noHOho, hEHehehe… y-yoOHu suUHuhck,” he laughed, switching to hugging it like his life depends on it, his laughter being muffled by the soft material.

Kirishima shook his head still chuckling as he continued his torture for a few more seconds, before he finally, after what felt like an eternity to Bakugou but was really only a few minutes, relented. He let go of Bakugou’s feet, sitting back on his heels and grinning widely as he watched his friend try to regain his composure.

Bakugou laid sprawled on the couch, his chest heaving as he sucked in deep breaths, still embracing the plushy. His face was flushed, his hair even more tousled than usual, and his eyes were narrowed into a glare, but there was no real malice behind it.

“…Y-You’re so dead,” he managed to pant out, though the effect was ruined by the lingering smile on his lips. Kirishima just laughed, reaching out to ruffle through his hair. “Yeah, yeah, you can get your revenge later,” he said with a warm voice, “but for now, I think we both know who won this round.”

Bakugou grumbled something unintelligible, but he couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Shut up, you idiot," he mumbled before he grabbed his controller that had been lost sometime during the attack, trying to refocus on the game. "Let’s get this over with so I can wreck you… for tick- ahem you know what…"

The redhead raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but smirk. "Aww~ Bring it on Blasty, I'll beat you no matter what... be it in a game of buttons or in a game of chuckles~" he teased and reached out for his foot again which the other quickly pulled away.

"H-HehEHeY!" he warned, already laughing from anticipation before he was interrupted by Kirishima chuckling. "See~ You won't beat me~" he said with a wink, grabbing his controller as well. The blonde rolled his eyes. "Argh! Start the fucking game already and well will see who of us will laugh last…" he grumbled. "Gotcha~"

As the game resumed, with both being fully invested once more, eager to beat the other, the room was soon filled with the sound of smashing buttons and boosting self-talks before a certain blonde managed to claim victory. As for the loser... he found himself being straddled to the ground, a shadow looming over him.

"W-WahAhit... can't- can't we talk about it?" "Not gonna happen Shitty Hair, you lost the game, you pay the price..." And as he cracked his knuckles, laughter - more cheerful and carefree this time - soon after began to fill the air once more. The game might've been decided, but another one had already begun…

...

Bonus

…Backstory that led to Midoriya's almost banishment…

The room was filled with the sounds of button mashing, intense music, and the grunts of three determined gamers. Midoriya, Bakugou and Kirishima were deep into a boss fight in their latest game, with Bakugou and Kirishima sitting on the floor and Midoriya perched nervously on the couch behind them, swaying from right to left.

"Ahh, what should I do?!" he yelled, his fingers fumbling over the controller as the screen showed a massive, menacing boss charging toward them. "No, don't come closer, ahHH!" In his panic, Midoriya accidentally fired off a magic spell that blasted Bakugou’s character, launching him straight into a nearby lava pool.

The screen displayed a big, bold “YOU DIED”. Bakugou’s eyes widened, then narrowed as he turned to face Midoriya, who was now hiding behind the couch. "DEKU, YOU DAMN NERD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!" he roared, veins popping on his forehead as he almost smacked his controller to the ground.

Kirishima couldn’t help but laugh, his character still dodging the boss’s attacks. "Wow, Midoriya, I didn’t know that was even possible! Nice shot, though." Bakugou shot him a glare. "Shut it, Shitty Hair! You’re just encouraging him!" Midoriya, peeking out from behind the couch, held up his hands in defense. "It was an accident, Kacchan, I swear!"

“An accident that just cost me the match, you damn nerd!” Bakugou snapped back, his face turning red with frustration as he watched the game continue - without him. After a few tense moments, Kirishima managed to beat the boss with a final blow. He pumped his fist in the air, grinning.

"Got it! We did it, guys- uh, well, some of us did." Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms. "Stupid Deku is banned from ever playing with us again!" he announced with a scowl. The green-haired’s face fell and he whined from his hiding spot, "Come on, Kacchan, I’m really sorry! I’ll make it up next time!" Kirishima chuckled, patting Bakugou's shoulder.

"Aw, come on, man, don’t be so mean." "Who’re you calling mean?!" Bakugou snapped, his temper flaring again, but Kirishima just poked his side, causing him to flinch with a surprised grunt. "Tch, quit it, Shitty Hair!" Kirishima grinned wider.

“Chill, Bakugou. It's just a game. Besides, Midoriya looks like he’s about to cry." That seemed to do the magic because as he looked at him his eyes softened a bit - though it was barely noticeable. Bakugou rolled his eyes, growling, "Fine, whatever, but if he messes up again, I’m kicking his ass for real!" He shot Midoriya a glare that was more bark than bite.

Sensing the tension had eased, the greenette slowly crawled out from behind the couch, a sheepish smile forming on his face. "Thanks, Kirishima," he mumbled, giving a relieved sigh. Kirishima winked at him. “No problem, buddy. Just try not to fry Bakugou next time, alright?”

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Love Kirishima pointing out that Bakugo's ticklish, and he definitely deserved tickles himself lol

Annoying Pikachu

A/N: Another fic I wanted to have out of my drafts before finishing all preparations for TickleTober. Bakugou and Kaminari are - in my opinion - also an underrated pair though I have to admit that I would still root for KiriBaku in the end. Still… the dynamic of this fic turned out better than expected… The story is set roughly after the events involving Sir Nighteye.

Summary: Kaminari learns the hard way that there are times when you shouldn’t bother Bakugou.  

Words: 1,417 words under the cut

The common room of the U.A. dorms was filled with an unusually heavy atmosphere. The events of the past few days had left everyone in a somber mood, and even the most boisterous among them seemed quieter, more subdued. The room was almost empty, with just a few students remaining, having retreated to their rooms.

Bakugou, sat hunched over on a couch. His brows were furrowed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his eyes stared blankly ahead. Opposite him, sprawled on another couch, were Kirishima, Mina, and Sero.

Kirishima’s head leaned back on a cushion, though he kept throwing worried glances toward his friend, knowing he had been worried about them just as much as the others. Not that he would ever admit it tough, he knew how proud Bakugou could be, but he also knew how much he cared for his friends.

Mina and Sero whispered quietly between themselves, unsure how to break the tense silence. The silence was broken when a certain blonde walked down the stairs, entering with his usual cheerful stride. But his smile faltered slightly as he took in the atmosphere.

His eyes landed on Bakugou, who looked more closed-off than usual, and his curiosity got the better of him. Ignoring the serious mood, Kaminari immediately made his way over to him, leaning over the armrest of the couch beside him.

“Hey, Kacchan!” Kaminari chimed in a teasing voice. “What’re you sulking for? You’re here ‘cause you were worried, right? Be more honest with yourself!” His hand clapped down on Bakugou’s shoulder, shaking him slightly as if to jostle him out of his mood. The other’s eyes snapped shut in irritation.

He didn’t respond immediately, his face twitching slightly as if debating whether to explode or stay silent. Finally, with an annoyed grunt, he shot up from the couch, causing Kaminari to lose his balance and fall into the space Bakugou had vacated. He flopped onto the couch with an “Oof!” but quickly recovered, shooting Bakugou a playful grin.

“Geez, Bakugou, you’re so sensitive,” he teased, rubbing the back of his neck. That did it. Something in Bakugou snapped. Maybe it was the way Kaminari had the gall to call him “sensitive” or maybe it was just the pent-up frustration that needed an outlet.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou turned around with a dangerous glint in his eyes, lips curling into a menacing smirk. “Oh, you think I’m sensitive, huh?” Bakugou growled, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer to Kaminari. The electric hero’s grin wavered, a hint of nervousness creeping into his expression. “Uh, well, I mean-”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Bakugou lunged forward, his hands darting to his sides, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt. Kaminari let out a high-pitched squeal, his body jerking as the ticklish sensations shot through him.

“AhH! No! K-Kacchan, w-wahAhahit I- ahAhahahha!” Kaminari burst into uncontrollable laughter, his voice echoing through the common room as Bakugou’s fingers worked their magic on his sides, kneaded up and down his midriff. He tried to squirm away, but Bakugou’s grip was firm, keeping him pinned against the couch.

Kirishima, watching the ordeal from his spot on the opposite couch, couldn’t help but laugh at the scene unfolding before him. “Man, Kaminari, you should’ve seen that coming!” he called out, grinning widely. “You know better than to provoke Bakugou like that!”

Bakugou’s smirk widened, his eyes narrowing with a teasing glint. “Who’s the sensitive one now, huh, Pikachu?” he taunted, his fingers moving from Kaminari’s sides to his stomach, tickling him with rapid, precise movements that had him gasping for breath. Kaminari could barely breathe, his laughter coming out in frantic bursts as he desperately tried to escape.

“HaAhahaHa Kacchan, pleHehease! AhHahah- I’m goHOhonna diHihie!” he pleaded, his voice high and breathless. Bakugou ignored his pleas, his attention now drawn to Kaminari’s kicking feet, which were still covered in a pair of worn slippers. A devious grin formed on his lips and he decided to slow his tickling, giving Kaminari just enough time to catch his breath.

Kaminari panted, his body trembling from the relentless tickling, but before he could even think about what the blonde was planning next, he felt a gentle tug on his feet. His eyes widened, and he glanced down to see Bakugou slowly pulling off one of his slippers, revealing his bare foot.

“K-Kacchan, wait! DoHon’t-” Kaminari began to protest, but Bakugou silenced him with a look that promised nothing but mischief. “Too late,” he muttered with a grin, letting the first slipper carelessly fall to the ground. He took his time with the second one, deliberately pulling it off at a tantalizingly slow pace.

Kaminari could feel the cool air on his bare skin, and he knew he was in for it. Once both slippers were discarded, Bakugou wasted no time. His fingers brushed lightly against Kaminari’s soles, testing the waters, and the effect was immediate. His foot jerked, and he let out a shriek of laughter. “N-NoOHoho! NoHOhot there! HahahAhahHa!”

Kaminari’s voice rose in pitch as Bakugou’s fingers began to tickle in earnest, sliding up and down his bare feet. His fingers scratched over the curve his heels before sliding teasingly slow over the blonde’s arches. Every touch seemed to send shockwaves through him, and he couldn’t stop the laughter that spilled from his lips.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Pikachu?” Bakugou teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You’re so damn ticklish, it’s pathetic.” Kaminari kicked out with his legs, trying to twist away from Bakugou’s grip, but it was no use. The blonde’s fingers moved to his toes, wiggling underneath them with a precision that had Kaminari bucking wildly.

“Ack! NohOHhot the toes! Nghhahah- Kacchan, pleHEhease!” Kaminari’s laughter was desperate now, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to pull his feet away. But Bakugou was relentless, his fingers slipping between each toe, driving Kaminari into fits of uncontrollable giggles. Kirishima, still watching the spectacle with amusement, couldn’t resist chiming in.

“You know, Bakugou, I remember you being pretty ticklish on your feet too,” he remarked, a knowing grin on his face. Bakugou’s head snapped up, and he shot the redhead a glare that send shivers down his spine. “Shut up, Shitty Hair or you’re next,” he barked, though he didn’t stop tickling Kaminari for even a second.

Kirishima gave him an apologizing look but decided to stay silent, knowing how dangerous Bakugou in “ler-mode” could be. Kaminari, on the other hand, was nearing his limit. His body shook with laughter, his cheeks flushed, and he could barely form a coherent thought.

In a last-ditch effort to escape, he tried to focus his energy, and without thinking, he unleashed a small electric shock from his Quirk. The jolt coursed through both of them, causing Bakugou to yelp and pull back, more startled than hurt.

“Ow! You idiot!” he growled, shaking his hands as he scowled down at Kaminari. Latter, still breathless and laughing, couldn’t help but grin up at him, his face flushed but his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sorry, reflex,” he managed to say between giggles. Bakugou rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed but also slightly amused.

“You’re lucky I don’t fry you right now,” he muttered, but he finally relented, stepping back from the couch. He turned away, his steps heavy as he stomped toward the door. “I’m going to bed,” he announced gruffly, not bothering to look back as he exited the room.

As his steps faded away in the distance, Kaminari let out a relieved sigh, still lying on the couch with his feet bare and his body exhausted from laughing so hard. Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you really know how to push Bakugou’s buttons, don’t you?”

Kaminari just grinned, wiping a tear from his eye. “Yeah, but at least it’s never boring,” he replied, his voice full of lightness that hadn’t been there before. The others couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Just be careful, Bakugou never forgets…” Mina teased. “Don’t worry, next time he tickles you, I’ll help you out, promise,” Kirishima said, giving him a wink.

“Thanks, I'll make sure to remind you of it~” Kaminari replied. He looked up at the ceiling, and knowing he had the redhead's support, he couldn't help but look forward to it, the grin on his face spreading. After all, getting Bakugou hear to laugh was worth it, even if he had to suffer being tickled again.

[wreckingtickles]

I simp for Sink.

How did they manage to give Sidon a fiancée and still make him even gayer than the last game

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I'm still so obsessed with Sasaki to Miyano, please send help.