#boku no hero tickle

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You Mean More (My Hero Academia)

One Shot

Summary: Bakugou promised Todoroki to spend time with him on the last day of summer break. The problem is he's forgotten that, and now Todoroki is acting out.

A/N: Definitely more angsty than I tend to write, but I had a good time exploring these characters in a different way, and I think it turned out really well. I wrote this for @giggly-squiggily after one of our many wonderful conversations! I hope you enjoy this slightly different take on my usual TodoBaku. 💖

Word Count: 2222

Warning/Disclaimer: Angst, mostly a comfort fic with some tickles involved

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Whump!

Bakugou sputtered as the pillow connected with his face, making him drop his phone in his lap and blink back into the real world, where Todoroki stood with one hand on his hip and the other gripping the corner of said cushion.

“The hell was that for, icy-hot?!” he snapped.

Todoroki shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you’ve forgotten something.”

He made to swing the pillow again, but this time the blonde was ready. He protected himself with an arm and then knocked the soft weapon away entirely. A quick glance at his phone screen told him his character had died in battle.

Bakugou growled and closed out of the game. “Forgotten what?”

“‘Forgotten what?’” Todoroki mimicked in a purposely mocking voice that annoyed the blonde to no end. “You always do this. It’s the last day of summer break! Weren’t you going to do something with me today, hothead?”

Okay, so Todoroki was clearly in an interesting mood. Irritated because of the mocking but still using the affectionate ‘hothead’ nickname? Bakugou frowned.

“Just remind me. You don’t need to hit me in the face with a pillow, especially in the middle of a game.”

Todoroki glanced at the phone still in his boyfriend’s hand, then huffed. “Would you like me to role play as your emperor? Would that get your attention?” Then, before Bakugou could protest, he jumped right to it, straightening imperiously and looking very much like his father for a brief moment. Not that the blonde was stupid enough to say so out loud. “You, peasant! I demand that you serve me. Keep the promise you made at the beginning of the week!”

Bakugou clenched his fists, breathing through his nose in an effort to stay in control of his temper, which was quickly rearing its head at the way Todoroki was acting right now. “What promise?”

“You’ve forgotten again? Bah!” Todoroki turned on his heel and strode away a few paces. “I’ve no need of a useless boyfriend like you.”

At this point, Bakugou got to his feet. “Hey! Cut the attitude. Just tell me what you—”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you liked being bossed around like a servant.” Todoroki gave him a glance that was both angry and hurt. “Since you spend so much time on that game you’ve forgotten me entirely this week.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to retort, but found that he couldn’t. All of a sudden he felt a stab of guilt. He glanced at the calendar on the wall, noticing that it was indeed the last day of summer break, and what had they done together? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t know that he’d even seen much of Todoroki this week, let alone actually spent time with him.

He let out a resigned breath. “Shit.”

“Truly, a word of great wisdom,” Todoroki muttered, but he deflated a little as well.

“I’m sorry, icy-hot. It’s just…this game—”

He realized it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his mouth. Todoroki looked like a kicked puppy for a brief instant, but then his eyes glazed over with a coldness that could rival his tallest ice wall.

“Don’t bother. Your emperor clearly means more to you than me.”

Bakugou clenched his fists again. “Icy-hot. You’re not going to like where that sass of yours is gonna take you.”

Todoroki gave him the most deadpan expression he could muster and monotoned, “Oh, no. Please. Don’t take me anywhere. I would hate that.”

“All right, you asked for it!”

Bakugou lunged for him, and though it was obvious Todoroki had been trying to get any kind of attention from him, he was surprised that his boyfriend actually fought back, dodging his attempt to grab him as deftly as a ninja.

“You want me?” Todoroki spat, still looking both hurt and angry at the same time. His voice wobbled a bit on the last two words: “Prove it.”

Challenge accepted.

For a few minutes the two of them tussled – Bakugou trying to grab at him and Todoroki dodging out of the way, literally dancing circles around the blonde, which only got him more fired up. Soon the grabs turned into actual attempts to land a blow, which then turned to them all-out sparring in the middle of the room. How they both resisted the urge to use their quirks was beyond Bakugou.

Still, when the blonde was determined to do something, he did it. At last, he managed to grab a fistful of Todoroki’s shirt, at which point he promptly threw him to the ground. Todoroki tried to punch and kick him away, but his boyfriend merely snatched up his wrists and pinned them out at his sides, throwing one leg over to half-straddle, half-lay on his legs to keep him from thrashing, and finally – finally – the icy-hot boy stopped fighting.

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked as he caught his breath, panting from the exertion.

Bakugou grunted. “Hell yeah, you do. And you know what? I still don’t like your attitude.”

“Oh, poor baby.”

The blonde gripped his wrists hard enough to make him wince. “If you weren’t my boyfriend, I’d pound your ass into the ground.”

Todoroki snorted. “I’m your boyfriend? Could have fooled me.”

“But since you are,” Bakugou continued as if he hadn’t heard him, “I’m going to give you a different attitude check.”

The icy-hot boy opened his mouth to say something more, but he was cut off by his own loud gasp when he felt a finger swipe down the arch of his foot.

Todoroki lifted his head to look at the blonde, who was giving him a wicked look that he knew meant only one thing was coming. He yelped, “Wait!”

“Wait? Fuck no! Not after all that,” Bakugou snapped, releasing his pinned arms to dive for his feet, ripping off the socks and going all-out on his bare soles.

Todoroki let out a scream, immediately bursting into uncontrollable laughter as he flailed his arms and cried, “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! KAHAHAHAHAHATSUKI DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“What’s that? My first name? Must be doing something right,” Bakugou half-teased, half-growled, locking both of his partner’s feet in a headlock and scratching ruthlessly at his arches, his heels, his toes. “I’m gonna tickle that sass right outta you, icy-hot.”

“NONONONO!! KAHAHAHAHAHATSUKI!! DOHOHOHOHON’T TIHIHIHIHICKLE ME!! I’M MAHAHAHAHAHAD AT YOU!!”

“Yeah, I got that. But until you can talk to me without being snarky, you’re getting my full tickle torture treatment.” Bakugou reared his head back when one of Todoroki’s feet tried kicking him in the face. He growled and pinned his ankles down to straddle them, then went crazy tickling both of his worst spots at once, enjoying the screeching laughter he got for his efforts as he usually did, even though a part of him was still annoyed by the whole situation.

Todoroki flailed and bucked and laughed and rolled from side to side in ticklish agony, but despite all of his efforts, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. A part of him had known he’d get stuck in this situation if he pressed Bakugou too hard, but really, what else was he supposed to do? Trying to get his own boyfriend’s attention was as difficult as trying to defeat Shigaraki sometimes!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE KATSUKI!! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

“Well done. Saying ‘please’ is a good first step. Now, will you promise to talk this out with me like a civilized human being?” Bakugou asked in a teasingly reasonable tone.

“WHOHOHOHO ARE YOU AND WHAHAHAHAHAT HAVE YOU DOHOHOHOHONE TO BAHAHAHAKUGOU?!”

The blonde wordlessly pulled back his two biggest toes to scratch ruthlessly at the hypersensitive spots on the icy-hot boy’s arches, and Todoroki instantly lost what was left of his mind – and his resolve.

“SHIT OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! OKAY OKAY I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALK!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!! PLEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!”

Finally Bakugou ceased his attack, allowing Todoroki to melt into the ground and gasp for breath, cheeks pink and eyes misty and giggling out leftovers.

Then the blonde braced himself on either side of his partner’s shoulders, looming into his field of vision. “Out with it. Nicely.”

Despite everything, Todoroki still managed to summon a sad look when he asked, “Do you really not remember?”

Bakugou frowned, shifting as though about to strike again. “Icy-hot—”

“You said you’d cuddle me!” Todoroki cried, his voice coming out whinier than he probably meant it to, since he took a moment to clear his throat before trying again. “All summer break you wanted your space. I guess you wanted to play your game, and I get that you’re not clingy like me, I really do. But – but you keep telling me that if I ever really need them, I’m always allowed to ask you for cuddles, and at the beginning of the week you promised to save this day for an anime marathon and cuddling on the couch together, but then every time you promise something like that you forget, and—”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as the memory hit him out of nowhere, and suddenly all of Todoroki’s nagging and attitude made sense, as did the first tears spilling down his cheeks.

“I’m just so tired of competing with a stupid video game,” his boyfriend finished weakly, the last words rising up into a sob as more tears came to his eyes.

“Fuck,” Bakugou whispered, panic welling up inside him. He’d done it again. He was the worst! How had Todoroki put up with this shit for so long? He should have left him forever ago for pulling this stunt over and over again. Because he was right – it wasn’t the first time.

Todoroki rolled onto his side, and despite his looming position, Bakugou allowed him to do so. But he wasn’t going to let him cry without saying something. No way.

“God, I’m sorry, Shoto,” Bakugou said, and he was surprised how much it hurt to say it. He shouldn’t have had to say it. He should have been a better boyfriend and kept his promises from the start. He should never have put either of them in this position. “You’re right. I’ve been way too focused on shit that doesn’t matter. You’re so much more important to me than some dumb video game. I should have been better about proving it.”

At this point, Todoroki took in a shuddering breath and covered his face. “I’m sorry for being so clingy. I know it’s not normal to want to cuddle so much—”

“Nope! Stopping you right there.” Bakugou gently grabbed his shoulder and forced him onto his back again so that he’d have to look up and make eye contact. “Fuck normal. This is your normal. Wanting affection isn’t a bad thing. I’m just shit at making it happen for you. But I swear on All Might – on all the pro heroes in the entire world – I’m changing that right now.”

Todoroki didn’t reply, but the look in his eyes was clear: I don’t believe you. You’ve said that so many times and never followed through.

With a sudden determination, Bakugou pushed to his feet and strode back to where his phone now lay on the ground, picking it up and opening the lockscreen on his way back to his partner.

He went to his home screen.

He held down his thumb so the icons would start to bounce.

He clicked the X on the game he’d just been playing.

“Wait—!” Todoroki reached out as if to stop him, but Bakugou swiftly moved out of his range and followed through, deleting the app and all of this week’s progress in one tiny tap.

Utter silence descended.

Bakugou tossed his phone aside and reached out to cup Todoroki’s scarred cheek. “You mean more.”

Todoroki’s face crumpled as a fresh round of tears overtook him, and Bakugou wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest, hugging him as closely and as tightly as he could manage.

A few minutes later, Todoroki finally stopped crying and took a deep breath to calm himself. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You’re my emperor,” the blonde returned in just as soft a tone. “Not some cheapass CGI character."

Todoroki snorted out a laugh, and the sound of it made Bakugou’s spirits lift. “Cheesy.”

“Not as cheesy as that anime you wanted to watch. What was it? Kaguya-sama?”

“Love is war,” Todoroki confirmed. “Which honestly, kind of suits us, doesn’t it?”

“I do like sparring with you.”

“And wrestling.”

“And being pinned down?” Bakugou teased, smirking at the blush that rose up in response. “And tickled out of your mind?”

Todoroki giggled a little, pushing at his chest. “Shut up.”

“Oh, that’s right. You like tickling me out of my mind even more.”

“Shut up!”

Bakugou chuckled and tilted his chin up so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I can’t decide if I want to kiss you, or squeeze you, or wrap you up in a blanket burrito, or tickle you again because – god – your laugh.”

This time it was the exact right thing to say. Todoroki’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he shifted in Bakugou’s lap a little as he seemed to formulate a response.

“Maybe…” he said tentatively, “all of the above?”

Bakugou started by kissing him.

[rachi-roo]

Please do not the cat. ✋️

[gaybananabread]

Could I get lee!dabi and ler!hawks for day 28? <3

TickleTober Day 28 - Spooked

~Ehehe my bois! These two will always be one of my favorite ships to write; it’s so fun with their dialogue! Been a hot sec, so I’m sticking to the character attributes I remember. Dabi’s got his black hair and patchwork chest, and Hawks has his wings. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Summary: Dabi decides to spook his boyfriend with a “harmless” prank. Hawks doesn’t appreciate his sense of humor, teaching the crispy-fried villain a lesson he won’t soon forget.

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

“I’m home, Dabs!” Hawks bumped his hip against the janky door of the villain’s apartment, sighing as it stuck once again. He’d really have to get on his ass about moving in with him…

“Uh…why’s it so dark?” The winged hero felt like he was talking to himself as he looked around, fumbling for the light switch. It was in such a weird place; he could never find it, and that was with the lights on.

A thump sounded from Dabi’s room, making Hawks’s eyes narrow. That wasn’t normal…

Two feathers came off his wings, hovering beside him as he slowly approached the door. He was in full hero-mode, the familiar feeling of adrenaline creeping into his veins almost putting him at ease.

When he reached the door, he sent the feathers towards the thumping noise, only to find them…sticking out of the top of a Roomba. A very sad and confused little Roomba that kept bumping into the wall, hence the thumping.

“What the fu-”

“AAAUGH!”

Hawks let out his own scream at the deep-throated howl that came from behind him, whirling around to strike the offender. His wrist was easily caught, though instead of a bullet to the ribs or stab to the heart, he was met by the cheeky grin of his boyfriend.

“Ha! Holy fuckin’ shit, birdy! I didn’t think it’d get you that bad!” Dabi’s teeth were showing in an uncharacteristically gleeful smile, his eyes glowing with amusement. “Thought you hero types were supposed to be brave and all that.”

“You…” The blonde’s brain took a moment to catch up, the adrenaline in his system still addling his thoughts. Dabi had turned out the lights, set the Roomba, and… “You asshole! What if I’d stabbed you?!”

“But you didn’t. Actually, you stabbed the Roomba. Poor lil’ guy.” Dabi nudged the thing with his foot, watching as it shifted back and forth on the carpet. Hawks had definitely damaged it, but hadn’t completely broken it. It was just stuck in a sad little shuffle.

“I didn’t mean to- since when did you have a Roomba?” Hawks asked incredulously, looking around the apartment. The floor was kinda clean for once, save for the random shirt or sock here and there.

“Found it.” Dabi snickered at the look that earned him. “What, the guy was a dick! He was scammin’ people the whole morning.”

“Damn it, Dabi,” Hawks sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. No matter how terrible of a person the guy was, he shouldn’t have been stolen from. Unfortunately, the machine wasn’t exactly in peak condition anymore. “Can’t really return it now…”

“Oh no, so sad.” Dabi’s monotone snark really let Hawks know he regretted his actions. Not. “You should’ve seen your face, Keigo. Adorable~”

“Proud of yourself, are you?” Hawks’s voice dropped an octave, making Dabi’s grin falter slightly. Maybe he’d gone a little far, but…well, he really didn’t regret it. It was fun as hell to spook him.

“Yep. I always knew you were a chicken~”

Oho, that’s it, you shithead!

Hawks lunged at his boyfriend, making the man jump back. He landed on his bed, the bird quickly jumping down on top of him. After a quick tousle, the winged hero had him pinned, a dangerously playful glare on his face.

“Damn! You really are an adrenaline junkie, ain’t ya?” Dabi smirked up at him, puffing his chest out a bit. Even when he was stuck beneath someone, he managed to dominate the situation.

“Shut up.” The tone of his lover’s voice immediately shut him up, leaving the burnt boy blinking in surprise. Hawks shifted, forcing the man’s arms above his head. “You like laughing at me so much? Try laughing at yourself.”

“H-hey, Keigo, wait a min- GRK!” Dabi jolted as the winged hero targeted his navel, immediately attacking the unburned area that he knew damn well was ticklish as hell. The man lasted a grand total of five seconds before he broke.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” The villain thrashed and tugged on his arms, trying to get free of his boyfriend’s evil grip. He was really regretting wearing such a thin shirt…

“We could’ve just cuddled when I got home, but noooo. Someone had to be a little asshole and scare me.” Hawks didn’t stop the scolding as he tickled him, leaning in so the ravenette could hear him over his own laughter. “You brought this on yourself.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” His taunt stomach quivered as he laughed, sure to be sore later during training. He really didn’t have a good comeback for the man; he wasn’t wrong, but there was no way Dabi was gonna admit it.

“No thanks. You learn best when you’re forced to.”

A thought popped into Hawks’s mind, making him smirk. Teaching him was a good idea, actually. He lifted his hand from the man’s stomach, instead sending two feathers to trace along his collarbones. Dabi’s unruly laughter slowly died down to airy giggles at the tactic change, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, babe. Try not to get them wrong.” Hawks flexed his fingers menacingly before speaking again, the feathers never stopping their gentle teasing. “Is it okay to steal from someone, even if they’re being a dick?”

“I-ihihin the rihight cihircumstahance, yeheah.” Dabi answered with his honest opinion, knowing it would piss the bird boy off. He was digging his own grave, but he was doing it with style. At least, he felt like he was.

“Bzzzt! Wrong, jackass. The correct answer was ‘No, beautiful, it’s not.’” Hawks dug his fingers back in as he made the buzzer noise, giving Dabi’s navel a good knead.

“C-COHOHOCKY BAHASTAHARD!” Dabi arched his back off the bed, though he was quickly pushed back down by Hawks’s elbow. He really wasn’t playing around…

After a nice two-minute penalty, Hawks tried asking a different question. “Let’s try this one. Is it okay to scare the living daylights out of our boyfriends who take down bad guys for a living?”

Dabi bit his lip as he giggled, panting slightly. It would be in his best interest to answer wisely, but… Well, Hawks didn’t lose control often. He wanted to see what would happen if he pushed that little bit too far.

“Hehell yeah. Ehespecially whehen thehey’re adohohorable lihittle chihicken- GYAAAAHAHAHA!”

The smug retort was cut off by a loud and ridiculous sound. Hawks blew a raspberry – a fucking raspberry – on his navel, nearly sending the burnt man into silent laughter. Curse his damn sensitivity!

Just to really make sure the lesson made it through his boyfriend’s thick head, Hawks blew a few more little ones across his stomach. By the time he was done, the unburned crests of Dabi’s cheeks were practically glowing with a blush, his eyes half-lidded. Hawks thought it was beautiful, taking a mental snapshot.

“One more chance.” The feathers resumed their tracing, swooping across the spent man’s collarbones once again. The sleepy giggles nearly made Hawks melt, but he held strong. “Was it a good idea to scare me like that, especially when you had to steal to do it?”

“N-nohohoho…” Dabi’s resolve had been thoroughly broken, his weary body lying still as the feather grazed across his skin. It was actually sort of relaxing, the soft compared to the rough.

“There ya go. Good job,” Hawks cooed, petting his exhausted boyfriend’s head as he settled down. If he were fully awake, Dabi would no doubt be taking his revenge; he wasn’t, though, his clingy side showing with the grogginess.

Dabi wrapped his arms loosely around Hawks as the man lied down, nuzzling his face into his soft hair. It smelled faintly of his vanilla shampoo, though he was much too tired to tease him about the scent. Instead, he sighed and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his lover seep into his bones. A moment later, he felt Hawks’s wings extend, draping over them like a weighted blanket. So tired…

“Love you, KFC…”

“Love you too, you burnt chicken nuggie.”

[otomiyaa]

Day 18: Clothes

Bakugou x Deku | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 900

Warning: BNHA manga finale spoilers

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Bakugou stared at his reflection, totally unimpressed. "Uhuh," he murmured to himself. He wasn't even sure what he was wearing. For the upcoming Halloween party he managed to borrow something from Kirishima so he would at least match the theme, but now that he was wearing it. he actually doubted what it was supposed to look like.

It was like a combination of different oufits. Some sort of strange monster, alien, zombie kind of being, with something even weirder on his head. What in the world?

"Kacchan, hi! I'm home~"

Bakugou turned to see Deku coming home, and he chuckled.

"Welcome home sensei," Bakugou greeted jokingly. The new pet name was definitely sticking. Deku came up to him and gave him a kiss.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, checking him out. Bakugou frowned. It was more than obvious that he was putting on clothes for a Halloween costume party, like, what else could this crazy costume be for? But still, Bakugou wasn't Bakugou if he didn't respond with some jokes and sarcasm.

"What does it look like? My new hero outfit of course. I'm trying out my new style."

Deku put his bag down and circled him in excitement.

"Really?! Wow, that's awesome! So this is a sneak peek of the new Dynamight? I'm so lucky to see it!"

..... Bakugou stared at him. No way. He couldn't be serious. "Of course. You're my boyfriend. Obviously you'll see it first. What do you think? Does it look cool?" Bakugou said.

He really couldn't drop the sarcastic tone, but it didn't matter. Deku replied: "It looks totally cool!"

What...? Even after knowing Deku for years, developing from rivals to friends to partners and lovers, Bakugou could still sometimes get completely surprised by him. Deku didn't actually believe him, did he? Was he being sarcastic too? Maybe working as a teacher had changed him? Being surrounded by young students all the time did the thing?

"It comes with a new special attack I've been coming up with. Would you like me to show it to you?" Bakugou said slowly. Deku nodded. His excitement did seem genuine.

"Sure! Just don't burn our house down!"

"...I promise I won't."

Still amazed that Deku believed this ridiculous costume would be his new hero outfit, Bakugou stood in position. He spread his legs and formed claws with his hands.

"For me to properly show you, you have to stand there. Against the wall. With your hands above your head."

Deku actually did as he was told. "Sure. Like this?" At this point, Bakugou was starting to worry. How much more would that silly guy believe? Did he love Bakugou this much, to trust him blindly and foolishly?

"Yes," Bakugou confirmed. Deku looked adorable, standing there.

"Then, this new Dynamight will announce a brand new attack, named... UNITED TICKLES OF DEATH!" Bakugou exclaimed and sprinted towards Deku who yelled in surprise, covering himself up with his arms.

"WAH-Kacchan?!" With his arms covering his face in surprise, Bakugou could tickle his exposed sides and ribs perfectly well, causing Deku to stumble and fall forward immediately. Bakugou was there to catch him, and tickle him of course. To a loving death.

"KAhahaahcchan! Wahahah, no! Ehehee!" Deku giggled, squeaked and struggled adorably in Bakugou's arms. Lowering him gently to the floor, Bakugou tickled him mercilessly with both hands.

"How do you like the new Dynamight now, huh?" he teased. Deku let out the cutest giggles and kicked his legs.

"Kacchahahan nohoho!"

Tickle fights with Deku had... kind of become unfair, after the loss of One For All. But that didn't make them less fun. Something they luckily both agreed with.

Deku just loved to get tickled, and his physical trainings hadn't been all for nothing. He still made a fair challenge, sometimes. But whenever Bakugou could catch him off-guard, just like now, well yes. He'd just wreck the lovely guy to pieces and there was nothing Deku could do to stop it besides begging for mercy.

"Still holding up?" he asked a hysterical Deku.

"Yeheheehes!"

Even in this moment, Deku would not just surrender easily. So Bakugou continued the random tickle attack until they both were practically out of breath from the wild exercise.

Bakugou then collapsed right next to Deku and they both sighed. "Don't tell me you really believed this is my new hero costume?" Bakugou asked.

Deku giggled. "Of course not. But then again, you're Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised."

Ah, so Deku just played him too. Bakugou grinned.

"I just didn't expect you to tickle me. It was a nice surprise," Deku said. Bakugou chuckled.

"Oh really?" He poked his stomach and made him giggle again. "Then why stand there against the wall like a cute little fool when I asked you to?"

Deku turned his head and smiled sweetly. "I don't want to say it," he said with a cute blush.

"You sure?" Bakugou wiggled his fingers at him, and Deku immediately laughed again.

"Ohoh alright! I thought, no, maybe hoped... that you'd put on clothes for me too? Like, I raise my hands and you put a matching outfit over my head, as a surprise? Silly right?"

Bakugou stared at him. He then laughed. Deku was the cutest fucking shit ever.

"Come here you. I thought you already decided on your outfit for the party. But yes, if you want to find matching clothes, we can do that."

"I like what you're wearing now though."

"It's silly, we can find something else."

Before anymore of the discussion about their party costumes could proceed, they were hugging, and kissing. And Bakugou's silly Halloween clothes? Bakugou sensed they would not stay on for much longer...

[c00kiesart]

Pretty easy to star gaze with eyes like hers✨

+ Not cropped version!

Twitter // Kofi

[tklpilled]

cannibal

asking ochako what she and toga are would be like asking if tomatoes are fruits or vegetables. there’s the logical answer, the one that’s objectively correct: tomatoes are fruits, and she and toga are enemies. an undeniable fact. but there's another answer, the one that isn’t technically true but that feels right, like it would be true if circumstances were different: that a tomato is a vegetable. that ochako and toga are lovers.

ochako doesn’t think either answer is entirely right. she thinks they’re too gentle to be enemies. she thinks they’re too violent to be lovers.

toga pins her to the ground, blade in hand, sharp smile on her face. her love is an obsessive kind, one that acts like it wants to consume ochako whole. 

“ochako-chan,” she says, eyes glistening with bloodlust. “won’t you give me a taste?”

ochako squirms beneath her, some mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her. “you’ll have to work for it.”

toga tosses her head back with a laugh and ochako thinks it may just be the prettiest sound in the world, a high-pitched giggle that makes her sound just like the schoolgirl she is. “you can never make it easy for me, can you?”

ochako grins, and in an instant she’s wriggled her way out and begins to run.

she’s not trying, really. she could easily run much faster, and she thinks toga knows that. it’s like this every time; ochako doesn’t run fast, or she doesn’t go very far, allowing toga to catch her every single time. she lives for the thrill of it.

she feels toga’s arms wrap around her waist before she’s on the ground again in quite a similar position as before, only this time she’s face-down in the grass. she turns her head to look up at the villain, a smug look on her face even though she’s lost this little game of theirs. in a way, she’s still winning.

toga leans in, her breath brushing against ochako’s ear. “caught you~!” she giggles, pressing most of her weight against ochako’s back. she taps her fingers against the hero’s arm. “you’re not going easy on me, are you, ochako-chan?”

ochako smiles up at her. “of course not,” she lies smoothly. “you caught me fair and square.”

toga sighs, her head drooping a bit. “you do look cute when you’re all bloodied,” she says, twirling her knife between her fingers. “but i don’t know…i’m thinking of switching things up!” she picks her head back up, grinning. “are you ticklish, ochako?”

“h-huh?” ochako squeaks out, eyes widening. 

toga continues, an almost disappointed expression on her face. “i see how you always laugh around izuku,” she complains. “i’m getting jealous of him, you know? why don’t you ever laugh like that with me?”

ochako stares in shock for a second before she snorts. “is that it?”

toga hisses, cheeks pinkening. there’s a clattering sound as she tosses her blade aside, manicured nails crawling up ochako’s sides before she can react.

“himiko!” she squeaks, her hands grabbing at toga’s. she tries activating her quirk, but toga is faster than her in this state. she grabs ochako’s wrists and pins them over her head with one hand, her other continuing her merciless assault.

“you’re so cute, ochako!” toga practically squeals, giggling along. “just laugh and i’ll stop, ‘kay? after a while, anyway.”

ochako tries to hold out, but among her list of weaknesses, both tickling and himiko toga are at the top. she falls into laughter, kicking her feet behind her, the only part of her body that she can freely move. she never wears her hero costume when she goes to meet toga, never seeing a reason to, but right now she wishes she had it to protect her.

or, well, a part of her does. the other part of her is undeniably happy, even despite her situation. because toga is smiling with her, and being playful and acting like a regular girl instead of a wanted criminal. ochako’s heart nearly bursts with want, to take her back to u.a. and kiss her and give her every last drop of her blood.

but all she can do is shove the thought away and enjoy the moment while it lasts.

toga lets go of her arms suddenly, grabbing her body and flipping her over to face her. she cups ochako’s cheek with her hand. it’s warm.

“stop frowning like that, ochako,” she says. her voice is always so gentle when she talks to her. “i’m trying to make you laugh. you’re ruining it, you know.”

“i love you,” says ochako before she can stop herself.

“i know,” replies himiko.

ochako looks down at himiko’s hand, still resting against her side. her nails are sharp, pointed. she once thought those nails would rip her apart. she wouldn’t care much if they did.

but they don’t, because himiko has killed and hurt and tortured but ochako is like a goddess to her. so, yes, they claw at her stomach and make her shriek, but no blood is shed and all ochako feels is love. 

“h-hihimikoho!” she squeaks, one hand flying up to her mouth to muffle herself, but himiko pulls it away just as quickly.

“don’t hide from me, ochako-chan,” she coos, lacing their fingers together. “let me see your pretty face!”

ochako falls practically limp, letting himiko toy with her as she wishes. “st-stohohop, stop, tihihickles,” she manages to piece together through endless giggles. the only thing racing through her mind is that it tickles.

it makes himiko laugh. “ha! because i’m tickling you, silly. it’s supposed to.” the tone of her voice makes ochako squirm, butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her face heating up.

there are tears in her eyes when himiko finally relents, brushing messy strands of hair out of ochako’s face. “you’re so cute,” she hums, leaning to place a kiss on ochako’s forehead. it’s one of the gentlest acts that she’ll ever perform.

and when ochako inevitably has to leave, to keep whatever this is a secret, she will give her a kiss in return as a farewell. and himiko will smile and blush in the way ochako loves, and she will place a hand to her lips as if to preserve the feeling forever.

and later, they will meet, and do the same thing again, and ochako does not hurt people and himiko does not save people, but somehow they still fit together perfectly.

[funagonys-blog]

"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"

... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.

I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.

In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.

[allnightstay]

Day 25 - New Discovery

Summary: Deku discovers a little something that ends up being the greatest discovery ever.

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Deku

A/N: Oct. 25th is my birthday 🥳 so this is like a birthday post 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

The afternoon sun streamed through the training room windows, illuminating the space where Deku was helping Todoroki with a small issue on his hero uniform. The fabric had snagged slightly, and Deku was focused on making the repair.

“Hold still for a second,” Deku said, his brow furrowed in concentration as he adjusted the material.

Todoroki stood patiently, his usual stoic expression in place, but as Deku worked, he suddenly flinched when the fabric tugged a bit unexpectedly. “What was that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Deku blinked, realization dawning. “Did I just tickle you?” he asked, a playful smile creeping onto his face.

Todoroki’s cheeks flushed slightly. “It was just a surprise,” he replied, trying to maintain his composure.

Encouraged by the flinch, Deku decided to test the waters further. “Let’s see if you’re really ticklish!”

Before Todoroki could react, Deku poked him gently in the ribs. Todoroki jumped, eyes widening. “Deku!” he exclaimed, a hint of laughter breaking through his stoic facade.

Deku grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. “You are! I can’t believe it!"

Seizing the moment, he launched into a full tickle attack, fingers dancing across Todoroki’s sides. Todoroki doubled over, laughter erupting from him as he tried to wriggle away. “Gahaha, Deheheku!! Quihihit it!"

Deku was relentless, his laughter mixing with Todoroki’s as he continued to tickle him. “You’re so ticklish!” Deku exclaimed, filled with joy at the sound of his friend’s laughter.

Todoroki collapsed onto the floor, breathless and giggling uncontrollably. “Ahahahaha, gahaha s-stohohop!!” he gasped, tears of laughter in his eyes.

Following him down, Deku kept tickling the poor icy hot boy, switching from his sides, to his stomach, to his waist, discovering each and every spot Todoroki responded to. It was adorable seeing such a serious face turn to a laughing mess.

"Nahahaha nohoho mohohore!! Come ohohon!! Deheheku plehehehehease!!!"

Deku stepped back, both surprised and delighted at the sight before him. Todoroki, usually so serious and composed, was now a bundle of laughter. “This is the best discovery ever!” Deku cheered.

As Todoroki caught his breath, he looked up at Deku, a smile still lingering on his face. “Okay, okay, you win,” he said, shaking his head in mock defeat.

Deku offered him a hand, helping him up. “I’m glad I could make you laugh! You should let loose more often,” he said warmly.

“Maybe,” Todoroki replied, a soft smile playing at his lips. “It’s… not so bad.”

As they resumed their work, a new bond of laughter and friendship lingered in the air, proving that even the most serious heroes could enjoy a little fun.

[thebest-medicine]

Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[ao3 link]

A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way. 

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time. 

Until today. 

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!” 

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage. 

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.” 

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late. 

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides. 

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!” 

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend. 

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard. 

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke. 

… 

Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little. 

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked. 

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground. 

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand. 

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor. 

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head. 

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled. 

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’. 

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped. 

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—” 

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?” 

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?” 

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew. 

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 4 - Weak spot

Prompts by @tickletober

I think Aizawa having a ticklish neck is canon at this point and he’s gremlin of a husband would use it all the time against him. Wjajswwjssj I love them too much 🥹

Happy tktober everyone! 💜

[intheticklecloset]

I’d absolutely love something for Shinsou and Deku for 6. Black Cat 🐈‍⬛ I actually recently reread all your MHA fics and your ShinDeku ones are always absolutely amazing and adorable! 💖 Take all the time you need and hope you’re doing well!

TickleTober Day #11: Black Cat

ShinDeku (MHA)

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If you’d asked Deku how he managed to lose his boyfriend in a pet store of all places, he would have pouted and proclaimed that it was Shinsou’s fault for wandering off in the first place. Yet here he was, diligently scouring the aisles for his partner and continuously coming up short. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, rodents – he went through them all, but there was no sign of the purple-haired boy anywhere.

Then suddenly, Deku saw him! All the way in the back at the adoptables section – the last place he should have been. The greenette hurried over to stand beside him, but Shinsou barely looked his way as he approached, his eyes focused on something behind one of the glasses, looking completely and utterly in love.

Deku was only a little bit jealous.

“What are you staring at?” the smaller boy finally asked, trying and failing to see what had captured his attention.

“I’m staring into the void,” Shinsou murmured, unmoving and unblinking.

Deku felt a pang of concern. Was his boyfriend okay? He was almost…hypnotized.

Then he saw a pair of eyes blink, and he understood.

“Oh, there’s a cat in there,” he said.

“This beautiful baby is not just a cat. He is my soulmate.”

“Hey!”

“Look at his little face!”

Deku had to admit the cat was adorable, but just to mess with his partner, he mused, “You know, I’ve heard that black cats are bad luck—”

Shinsou whirled on him, aghast. “Don’t you dare say that!”

At first Deku panicked – he’d only meant it as a joke – but then he saw the wicked glint in Shinsou’s eyes moments before there were hands around his waist, thumbs dangerously close to his hips.

“Take that back,” the purple-haired boy warned.

Deku glanced at the cat, then back at his partner. “T-They’re not really bad luck.”

“Now, help me find someone to fill out the adoption papers.”

“Toshi, you can’t bring a cat back to the dohohohohohohorms! Hey!” Deku squealed, slapping a hand over his mouth as he succumbed to his giggles while Shinsou mercilessly drilled his thumbs into his hip bones right there in public. “Nohohohohoho! Someone will seehehehehehehehee!”

“We’re adopting him.”

“We cahahahahahan’t!”

“This cat and I were meant to be together. The red string of fate has bound us.”

“I’m beheheheheheheing upstahahahahahaged by a cahahahahahat?!” Deku whined, squirming and pushing uselessly. “Shihihihihihihihihinsou!”

They didn’t go home with a cat that day…but only because Deku promised to let Shinsou do a lot more than just tickle him in return.

[rachi-roo]

Just curious, what're your toughts on giulio getting gang tickled by deku, shoto, and bakugou? That scenario suddenly pops up from my mind lol

Oh, yes we'll actually I'm glad you asked because- 💥💥💥 YES!? That'd be the cutest thing ever!

Me and a friend were discussing how touch starved he is and how tickling would be a foreign concept to him. He'd be so confused 😭

I believe Deku would be the first to make a move, spotting Giulio pouting or something and just poking at him to try cheer him up. Once he starts squirming, Shoto realises what Deku is up to and offers a helping hand.

Their tickling would be light poking and scribbling at whatever they can reach as they just let Giulio wriggle freely on the ground. He's in denial about how much he enjoys it for sure. Hiding his face from them, trying to stifle his giggling and, of course, telling them he's bot ticklish 🤭

It's not until Shoto shoots a comment Bakugos way about how 'extras are not supposed to join in anyway' that gets him joining in. That's when Giulio breaks. With Bakugo not being as gentle and playful, Giulio is soon a bubbly, tickle drunk mess. His hair falls from its bun as he writhes and bucks underneath the three tickling pairs of hands. His hands can't decide what to do! Cover his face? Protect his ticklish spots? Get away from the attackers??

After he's had enough, he regains composure rather quickly, forcing down the remnants of giggling as he smoothes out his frantically messed hair. Red ears. Definitely gets red ears. On my life. He pouts too, he tries to glare, he really does, but it just comes across as a flustered pout.

He's very tummy ticklish. Curling up like a woodlouse. And his thighs too, they have to be, I need an excuse to squeeze em 🤤... I MEAN WHAT!?

Big laugh. Once he's broken. Laugh is big and hearty. Head thrown back, mouth agape, no restraint 🥰

So, in conclusion to your question, dear dust bunny, um- AAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAÀAAAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAH!!!!! 😇❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

Might make a lee/ler hc post about him!!! Lemme cook for a lil bit 🤩✨️ Have a great day, dust bunny!!! Love you!!!

[gaybananabread]

ARGHSH I was thinking maybe ler!Sero and Lee!gnReader for day 15 of tickletober????? TYSM if you decide to do this (it’s also ok of you don’t ToT)

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK AND HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT NIGHT/ DAY <33333333

TickleTober Day 15 - “Are you ticklish?”

~THANK YOU ANON!✨✨✨✨ Sero is best boy, no doubt about it. Fair warning, I haven’t watched the newest season yet, so this is gonna be written with the knowledge I have! As for the movie reference in here, let’s be honest: that scene with the spiders got a good few of us. I may or may not have let my old crush on Sero show here… Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader (nickname “hon”)

Ler: Hanta Sero

Summary: What starts as an innocent movie hang-out becomes tickly chaos as Sero makes a rather interesting discovery. Unfortunately for you, he’s quite happy with the new source of entertainment.

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

Movie night – an innocent enough idea, or so you’d thought. You and him hadn’t had much quality time as-of-late, so you penciled in some quick, low-effort fun.

And, of course, Sero had to be the one to choose the film. You weren’t complaining (much); he had pretty good taste in films. You just hadn’t expected him to pick a movie with…that in it.

Since it was October, Sero had chosen a spooky movie: Corpse Bride. You’d never seen it before, and it seemed interesting. He promised you’d like it, even betting his favorite hoodie that you’d wanna watch it again. You happily took those odds.

About three-fourths of the way through the movie, you were definitely into it. The stop-motion animation was really cool to watch, and the plot had you wondering which way it’d go.

Of course, you also had the world’s comfiest space heater next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned against his side. That definitely helped you enjoy yourself.

You were completely relaxed and focused, zeroed in on the television screen. So, when the scene with the spiders came on, you were completely unprepared.

As the folk of the underworld were preparing Victor for the wedding, Victor’s suit was tailored by the spiders. At least six of the hand-sized arachnids crawled across his torso, each repairing some part of his suit.

Apparently, the legs tickled; he jerked about and laughed, squirming as they accidentally tickled him. It wasn’t a long scene, by any means, but it still caught you completely off guard.

Sero felt you squirm, glancing over to see what was going on. You were blushing…? The only thing happening on screen was a quick tickle scene. He saw your foot clench through your socks, and it all clicked. Oooo, I’m gonna have fun with this…

“You’re awfully red over there, hon. What’sa matter?” Sero gave your side a little squeeze, presumably to get your attention. He couldn’t hide his smirk as you jumped, loving the little sound that caught in your throat.

“I-I’m fine. Just…need a drink.” You reached over to grab your drink, only to have him tase your underarm. Squeaking, you back, falling right into his side. He barely had to try to capture you, just wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Hey…” He leaned in, dropping his voice to whisper teasingly in your ear. “Are you ticklish?”

The question somehow both made your blood run cold and your face burn at the same time. When he testingly dragged a few fingers across your stomach, you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes~”

Ugh, even his tone was enough to send butterflies swarming in your chest! That wasn’t the only sensation there; Sero began attacking your stomach with his right hand, the left holding you against him. He gave your hip a few teasing squeezes, watching as you bucked and laughed.

“S-SEHEHEHERO!” Wriggling and kicking, you tried to shove his arms away. Unfortunately, the smug hero-in-training was stronger than you, keeping you trapped in his arms.

“Damn, you really are ticklish, aren't cha?” Sero mused, glancing over at the screen. He skillfully hit the remote with his toe, pausing the movie so only your laughter could be heard. He loved the sound of it: raucous, flustered, and utterly adorable.

Actually, your laugh sounded…really different. It was less reserved; you didn’t exactly have the choice to hold back, after all. The sound was free, helpless, and oh-so-happy. It brought a slight blush to his cheeks, making him huff.

“You’ve been holdin’ out on me, you brat!” The tape-quirked boy playfully growled, resting his head on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure if it was flustering or not, but it was comfy. “Where’s this pretty laugh been, huh?”

“I-IHIHIT’S NOHOT PREHEHETTY!” You denied the claim, kicking your feet against the worn cushions of his couch. It wasn’t helping you escape in the slightest, but it helped you not to lose your mind.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Suddenly, he stopped, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Fuck, that tone…he didn’t sound happy. You just huffed, shrugging.

“You don’t get to lie to my face. That has consequences.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he activated his quirk. Your wrists were taped together and hoisted above your head, the tail of the tape sticking to the ceiling. You were stuck to wiggle helplessly, back facing your attacker.

“I didn’t lie!” The annoyed huff told you that reasoning wasn’t gonna work. Begging it was, then. “W-wait, wait, Sero! I’m sorry!”

“Too little, too late. Sing for me~”

With that, the real attack began. Sero let his right hand attack your armpit, the other clawing at your stomach from behind. All the while, he whispered little teases in your ear, flustering the shit out of you. It was hardly fair, but you couldn’t really complain properly through your cackles.

"You have the prettiest laugh on Earth, hon. I'm not gonna let you forget it~"

As you squirmed and thrashed, your top began to ride up. It exposed your belly fully, and Sero was more than happy to take advantage of that.

“Don’t mind if I do…” He dragged his short nails across your bare midriff, loving the feeling of your quivering belly beneath his fingers. “I could do this aaaaall day, hon~”

You were losing it, thrashing and twisting to try and get the tape off. It held diabolically strong, leaving you trapped under Sero’s evil fingers. Eventually, you hit your limit, letting your head hang forwards.

“S-SEHEHEHEROHOHO! NOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

He begrudgingly stopped, sensing you had reached your limit. The tape was removed, and he pulled you back against his chest to cuddle. Utterly exhausted, you complied without a second thought.

“Geez, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ticklish as you.” Sero chuckled, gently rubbing the stomach he had just finished tormenting. You just groaned in flustered annoyance, burying your face in his warm chest.

“Shut up, Hanta.” You used his first name to let him know he was pushing it. The head pats you received were close to compensation, but he had a long way to go.

Glancing over, you finally remember the movie the two of you were watching. You were about to fall asleep, so finishing it would have to wait until tomorrow. Actually…

“Hey, since we didn’t actually finish the movie, I can’t watch it again. I won the bet.” Watching his expression go from confusion to despair felt extra gratifying in that moment. He sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a reason to deny you. You’d found a loophole.

“Damn it…fine. You can have my Kuromi hoodie…brat.” You stuck your tongue out at him before cheering; you’d been after soft purple article for months.

Yeah, he was never gonna see that hoodie again…

Worth it.

[otomiyaa]

Hawks x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 35. “Maybe next time when I can actually move?” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

It was your latest addiction. A dating sim game on your phone. Who would have thought? The characters were just so interesting, the game elements were all really fun and addictive, and your digital boyfriends were always at home.

Unlike a certain real boyfriend...

Great timing - just as you were thinking of him, you heard the door and his familiar footsteps could be heard.

"Honey, I'm home~!"

Although you were pleased to hear he was back, you weren't the type to jump off your bed and rush into his arms. No, you were in the middle of your game right now and planned to hug him later.

"Welcome home!" you chirped.

Following the sound of your voice, Hawks entered the bedroom to find you lounging comfortably on your bed, face down while playing on your phone.

"I'm hooome!" he repeated, and you yelped when he let himself fall right on top of you. His entire weight including wings wasn't nothing, and you let out a funny sound.

"Baby, get off me! You're heavy."

With difficulty, your fingers continued to play the game.

"Are you still playing with the virtual boyfriends? I'm getting jealous," Hawks said.

"Well, you weren't home anyway. I'm almost finished."

"I'm home now. Give me a kiss, not him."

"I'm almost finished," you repeated, but Hawks also repeated himself:

"Come on baby, give me a kiss."

Someone was needy! You sighed. "Maybe next time when I can actually move?"

Hawks was silent for a moment. "You can't move?" he asked. You weren't sure what that tone in his voice was doing. As if he realized something.

"Yeah, like I said, you're heavy. I can't turn around and kiss you. If you get off me first, I'll stop playing and will give you your kiss," you said.

There was a brief silence again, but the weight wasn't going away.

"Kei?" you asked nervously. Then all of a sudden, you felt his fingers under your shirt, and you twitched heavily.

"Wha-hohohold on, bahahaby no!" you cried as soon as you realized what he was going to do.

"My sweetie can't move, which is the perfect chance for a tickle," Hawks announced playfully. His fingers began to move and wiggle against your bare sides, and you dropped your phone and began to squirm underneath him.

"Nohoho! Don't- okahahay we'll kihihiss, we'll kiss- ahaha stop! Not thehehere!" You were definitely giggly, and your evil lover seemed very pleased to hear your hysterical reactions as he hummed along.

"That's something those game-BF's can't do for you babe. They won't tickle you like this and make you laugh," he told you with his lips close to your ear. His breath tickled you too and you squealed.

"I knohohow! Now st-aahahaha wahahait!" you howled when his fingers continued to climb higher. He tickled your ribs on both sides, and your eyes widened as you felt his fingers getting closer to your underarms. You tried to struggle, but were still pinned helplessly under his heavy weight.

"Not thehehere I'll do ahahanything!" you laughed dramatically. Hawks chuckled.

"Anything hm? I'll consider it later~!" he sang, and he started to tickle your armpits without mercy. You squirmed and kicked, but you really weren't going anywhere. Your position didn't give you any flexibility, and all you could really do was laugh at your lover's mercy.

"KEheheei! Plehehease! I cahahan't breheheathe, nohoho!"

It wasn't the first time. You knew Hawks would tickle you from time to time, until the moment your stomach hurt, you cried tears from laughter, you couldn't breathe and feared you'd pee your pants.

But still, he would always stop before it really became too much, so of course, you trusted that he would this time as well. And he did.

"Phew! That tickled you so much, didn't it?" Hawks said cheerfully when he finally released you from his killing weight. He positioned himself right next to you, and he still rested one wing on top of you, like a comfortable little feather blanket.

"Totally did," you said, and you rolled your eyes fondly. Hawks tapped his lips.

"Will I still get that kiss?"

You rolled your eyes again and leaned in closer. "Of course." The sweet moment of your lips touching soon became a little more heated as you started to make out passionately.

Being the busy hero he was, your beloved boyfriend just wasn't at home enough, and you missed him everytime he wasn't with you.

"Missed me hm? Will you still do anything for me?" Hawks asked when you pulled apart for a moment.

"I'll have to think about it," you said with a blush, not feeling like making it too easy for him. Hawks nodded.

"Oh. You'll have to think about it? Would... this help you think?"

You didn't expect him to tickle you so soon again. His fingers easily found their way back to your armpits, and soon you were cackling under his sweet torturous touch again.

"You ahahare the woooorst!" you howled hysterically, but he was right. Even though your charming videogame boyfriends would keep you company from time to time when he was gone, entertain you, and play games with you, they were still virtual and would never be able to kiss and tickle you like this.

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hello!!! I saw you reblogged my sentence starter thingy and that you write for mha?? was wondering if you’d be interested in the prompt “As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.” (72) with lee!bakugo and a class 1a ler of your choosing? hope you have a wonderful day! with love, @thebest-medicine

This prompt has Bakugo written all over it. This is going to be so fun to write!

Also, I’ve followed you for like, ever, so I’m nerding out a little, not gonna lie, lmao

Thank you for the request @thebest-medicine !!

From the prompt list, #72; “As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”

⚠️ WARNING!!!⚠️ as usual this is a tickle fic. Don’t like don’t read. Thank you 💙

Denki, Kirishima, and Midoria stared in amusement as Bakugo struggled.

The training exercise had been called to break, the trio told to get their fourth teammate free before joining the others.

The task had been simple, teams of four had to capture the other teams flags, which were strapped to each team captains belt. They had been playing defensively, forming a circle around Bakugo (who insisted he had to be captain, since his quirk made it hard to get too close). Before each match, you went up against a different team, not knowing who you would be up against.

They had no idea Sero had snuck up on the rooftop above them, shooting tape down like a web to scoop up the explosive blonde.

So, there he hung, thrashing and getting himself more tangled. He was tilted at a 50 degree angle, the toes of his boots just barely touching the ground, with his front facing downwards and hands tied behind his back.

“Get me out of this!” He roared, pulling hard at the tape. The group snickered, his thrashing less threatening as his hands were pressed against his elbows, meaning he couldn’t set off explosions without hurting himself.

“As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know I’m going to murder you.” He growled, twisting and turning. He attempted to scrunch his chin down to bite at the strap of tape wrapped across his chest.

Midoria smiled, approaching with caution. “Okay, we’ll get you down. I promise it will be okay.” The green haired boy didn’t miss the red gracing his friends features, he was clearly embarrassed about being captured so quickly.

Bakugo sneered, forcing himself to stay still. “You think I’m worried, Deku? Do you think I’m seriously so weak I’d be upset by this?” Midoria paused, making an exasperated face. “Well, I mean, you’re not exactly being calm about this either…”

Bakugo roared again, prying his hands from his arms just barely enough to fire off a few sparks. “SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU BASTARD!”

Midoria jumped back, hands up in defense.

“Will you just let us get you down?” Kirishima chimed in. He waited for the sparks to die down before approaching and placing a friendly hand between Bakugos shoulder blades. “The longer you fight, the longer you’ll hang here.”

Bakugo paused, then hung his head, muttering, but not fighting as Kirishima began picking at the tape with his other hand. He nodded the other two over, both quickly starting to do the same.

The silence of concentration fell over the group as they worked, feeling for tape edges, carefully picking up the ends with their nails and gently peeling it away piece by piece. Bakugo still twitched occasionally, tensing and huffing.

Denki was at Bakugos left, working at layered straps along his side. He felt for the edge, finding it resting on top of his lower ribs between his back and his side. Just like before he began to scratch, trying to lift the edge.

Bakugo lurched away.

Denki stepped back, worried he scratched a bruise. Bakugo began to shout.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, idiot?? How dare you betray me while I’m trapped!!!” The three stared, confused.

“Im sorry man! Did I hurt you?” Denki asked sincerely. Bakugo, surprisingly, blushed deep red.

“You know damn well what you did! Just get me out!”

Kirishima and Midoria looked at the electric hero, watching as he started to grin.

“Ooooh, right. Sorry.” He said, still smiling. He went back to Bakugos side, acting like he was going to work more carefully.

Instead, he found a gap in the tape.

He scribbled his nails right into his exposed side.

Bakugo thrashed again, but Denki didn’t back off. The explosive blonde gasped, but otherwise remained silent. Denki snickered.

“Ah, sorry bro. Does this tickle?”

Kirishima grinned and Midorias jaw dropped.

“I totally forgot! No wonder he’s so squirmy!” The redhead laughed, approaching as well. He did start picking at the tape again, but made no attempt at being careful. Bakugos thrashing increased, strained sounds finding their way out of his clenched teeth.

“Wait, how did you…? I mean, he told you?” Midoria asked, still staring. Kirishima chuckled.

“No, he didn’t. But when you spar with someone enough you get to know their weaknesses.”

A laugh slipped out, but the rest were quickly contained. Deku stepped up, smiling softly at his friends.

“What are you looking at?!” Bakugo managed to get out, a few giggles slipping out with it.

Deku grinned.

“I would watch how you talk to me while you’re like this. We grew up together, remember?”

Bakugo paled visibly.

“Wait, that’s right!” Denki said, looking expectedly at Midoria. “You must know all the tricks!! Tell us! How do we get him really laughing?” Kirishima nodded in agreement, grinning.

“Well, once he breaks, he can’t recover. Even if you give him a break he can’t stop.” Midoria reached out, gently fluttering his fingers around Bakugos neck and ears. Bakugo snorted, shaking his head. He had a smile crawling its way across his face, nose scrunching.

“How do we get him to break?” Kirishima asked, reaching to ruffle Bakugos hair affectionately.

“You can either keep it up, play the long game, and he’ll break, or you can go for a bad spot.” Keeping one hand at Bakugos neck, Deku guided one of Kirishimas hands by the wrist down to his hip. A mischievous glint flickered in the redheads eyes.

“If you’re going to murder us when you get out of this, just make my death quick, yeah?” Kirishima said, squeezing the tissue, testing.

Bakugo squealed loudly.

Different from his usual laugh, he sounded genuinely happy. Out of control, yes, but happy. He laughed from deep in his chest, tossing his head side to side and grinning widely.

Denki reached across to have one hand on each side, scribbling with vigor, while Kirishima knelt to squeeze his hips and thighs. Midoria kept his place around his neck, shoulders, and shoulder blades.

Bakugo kept his eyes squeezed shut, feeling some relief as he let himself laugh. He tried to kick, tried to fight, but he couldn’t get away. His protests came out as incoherent babbling, laced with too many giggles to really be understood.

He could feel his heart racing, his shoulders shaking, but oddly he could feel his muscles relaxing as well. He was embarrassed, sure, but he didn’t feel unsafe. And it was nice to laugh so freely.

Not that he would tell them that.

Fuck that.

Kirishima and Denki, despite tickling intently, still picked and pulled at the tape. As Bakugo thrashed, he could feel the restraints loosening. Peeking, he could see the pile of tape getting larger on the ground around him.

Bakugo forced himself to relax, stopping his squirming and going limp. The trio stopped for a moment, worried.

“Just get me out.” He panted, still giggling. “I’ll stay still, keep going.” The three looked at each other, Deku grinning.

“Tickling also makes him very compliant. If any villains find out about this, it may be his downfall.”

The three snickered, Bakugo keeping his promise and hanging limp.

Starting again, he laughed freely and fought the urge to struggle. The faster he got out the faster this was over.

So he hung.

He giggled.

He snickered.

He cackled.

He squealed.

Then he yelped as the last piece pulled free and he dropped into Kirishimas waiting arms.

Kirishima let him lay there for a moment, holding the giggly heap of a hero. His hair was more of a mess than usual, red eyes glistening with mirthful tears, face flushed. The three smiled.

Then the blonde promptly exploded.

The three bolted, scattering in different directions as Bakugo scrambled to chase them.

“I TOLD YOU I’D MURDER YOU ASSHOLES!! COME BACK HERE AND DIE!”

[thelaughtercafe]

Ler Izuku and Mirio

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Izuku/F! Reader, Mirio/F! Reader

Length: 873

Summary: N/A

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku cares about his friends. Anyone who even sees him in passing can tell; given he’s anything but shy about it.

He’s very good at anticipating their needs; it’s a habit he picked up from his Mom actually though he doesn’t realize it himself.

Izuku, being the observant friend he is, can’t help but notice when you blush as he accidentally brushes your side when reaching for something behind you and squeak out an excuse about how you’re fine, and just startled before dashing off.

Deku’s not dumb. Kachaan would pull the same thing back in middle school but with anger to make people back off instead.

At first he thinks you don’t like it, but he puts together rather quickly that that’s very much not the case when he catches you leaning into Todoroki’s fingers as he helps you with your hair; even as they drag ticklishly along your neck and make you giggle. Your ever present blush like last time is there too.

He can’t help his fond smile.

Cute. You’re adorable. He wonders if anyone else has figured it out but doubts it and seeing the way you nearly chase Todoroki’s fingers when he pulls away and the little look of resignation on your face before you hide it with a smile and a thanks…well…

Deku can’t have that, now can he? What kind of friend would he be otherwise?

He knocks on your door that night and once inside he smiles and simply asks, all innocent curiosity.

“Say, do you really like being tickled?”

When you go red and stutter helplessly, barely able to from words as you shyly start backing away, already giggling; you give him the answer he needs.

He follows, giving you time to move away if you’d like, but you don’t as his hands come to simply rest at your sides.

“Aw this’s adorable!! Can I help? I promise I’ll be gentle, all you have to do is say red and I’ll stop! K? If you want me to be a little faster, or rougher…tell me and I’ll try okay? You may be better off going to Kacchan for that though-”

He jolted a little as you grabbed his wrist from where he was getting ready to gently pin you down, already straddling your hips.

The desperate look in your eyes almost made him smile but the anxiety there quickly made him frown.

“Hey, this isn’t anything weird, ya know? I won’t tell anyone else if it really makes you uncomfortable but…I don’t think anyone else would mind. You always run off before the tickling branches out to all of us, but tickle fights are common. Pretty sure all of us except you have gotten wrecked by multiple people at once.”

He giggled as you blushed madly at that, hiding your face in your arm at the thought and mumbling how he was being mean.

“Aw making you flustered and blushy and warm is just part of the job description if I’m gonna tickle you! Just say Red if you need me to stop for any reason, alright cutie?”

He starts gentle when he lers and stays consistently at that pace. Unlike Bakugou who’s rough out of the gate and Todoroki who keeps things varied Izuku is almost paranoid with his strength and pressure usage thanks to his Quirk.

He never wants to hurt you, obviously.

But it makes it tickle so much more.

Unlike with other kinds of tickles there’s no heavy laughter or struggling even really.

The softness means you feels every feathery flutter of fingertips and there’s nothing you can so expect focus on it, giggle helplessly with little squeaks and squeals and the occasional gasp and flinch.

All the while Deku is merciless but in the most gentle way possible.

He’s full of praises, and coos and affectionate gestures like nuzzling your neck and humming and gosh it’s so soft and comforting it can be enough to make one cry if they’ve had a bad day and just let it out.

Afterwards he always makes sure you drink plenty of water and stretch a little too if you’ve been there a while.

Overall, a Ler super atuned to your needs and a sweetheart.

Mirio Togata:

Laughs with his Lee

Tells stupid jokes and stories and pretends that’s why you’re laughing so hard as he tickles

Absolutely uses his Quirk to tickle attack you from behind your friends if he hears you on the other side of something. 

Loves outing your ticklishness in public and ganging up on you with others omg. 

Not a possessive ler

Loves to spread how cute you are with the world!! 

Only if you’re comfy with it though of course! He’ll play it off and let you turn the tables on him if he notices you’re uncomfortable or something! 

Doesn’t like silence when he lers so he always is talking

From stories and jokes like above to coochie coos and tickle tickles he never stops teasing. 

Loves seeing his Lee get all shy and blushy if they’re the type or to make them fight back if they’re a brat

I see him as a tummy guy as a Ler; he thinks it’s both really accessible and fun to play with