#kiribaku tickle fic

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

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

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

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

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

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

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

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

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

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

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

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

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

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

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

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

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

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

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

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

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

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

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

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

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

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

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

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thebest-medicine]

could i get prompt 60 “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!” + 62 “I haven’t seen you smile all day / week!” with lee!bakugou and ler!kirishima.

Prompt 60 - “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

Prompt 62 - "I haven't seen you smile all day / week!"

A/N: I love the idea of kirishima (or other bakusquad friends) doing their duty to cheer up bakugo heh. You’ve been scowling too much mister time for you to giggle whether you like it or not. enjoy!!!!

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“Don’t- shitty hair! I’m serious!” Bakugo growled as he backed further into his dorm room. “Don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

“I haven’t seen you smile all week, Bakubro.” Kirishima explained with a feigned tone of scolding. “Just doing my duty, as your friend, to cheer you up.”

“Don’t even- I’ll kill you!” Bakugo hissed as he felt the backs of his knees hit the bed.

“Sure, sure. But, you’re gonna smile first!” Kirishima declared, slamming Katsuki’s door shut and leaping toward his friend and the bed. They rolled for a moment, Bakugo landing on his back and letting out a distressed sound.

“N-no! Jeheherk- stop!” Bakugo protested as Kirishima latched onto the middle of his ribs on one side. Though he pushed and wrestled, Kirishima was able to use his quirk to keep Bakugo underneath him on the mattress. He managed to nearly straddle his friend and started tickling right away to try to distract and drain his fight.

“There we go.” Kirishima grinned as Bakugo’s mouth curled into a wide smile.

“Shuhut up!” Katsuki argued. He still fought the giggles as best he could, but it was hard to resist laughing while trying to break free of his friend at the same time. “There I’m smihihiling so cut it ohohout already!”

“Nah, I think I wanna hear you laugh too.”

“No Kiri-hihihi- I’ll destrohohoy you!” Bakugo cried.

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[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[burningablaze]

Bakugou x Kirishima - Late Night Antics

Summary: Bakugou had a nightmare and Kirishima tickles him to cheer him up

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Words: 1,020

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Bakugou had no idea where he was. It was cold and dark. The environment was frigid and pitch black, making it impossible for him to see his own breath. Suddenly a circle of bright light beamed over him. He looked around but everything around him was still black.

Another beam of light flashed several feet across him. A figure was standing in the circle, he was tall, wearing a business suit, and he seemed to be looking down. Bakugou was confused and demanded to know answers.

“Hey! Where the hell am I?!” Bakugou shouted. The figure did nothing at first for a solid few seconds. Then, the figure lifted his head. Bakugou’s eyes widened and felt a chill in his spine. The figure didn’t had a face except for his teeth. He had a cheshire smile that made Bakugou shivered. “What the hell are you?” Bakugou whispered under his breath.

Suddenly the figure glitched and disappeared. Bakugou gasped and looked around to see where he went. “Face me, coward!” Bakugou yelled. Out of nowhere, the faceless figure appeared and placed his hands on the sides of Bakugou’s face. He screamed in painful agony as he fell to his knees. The figure smiled widely. “It’ll be over soon,” It said.

Bakugou used his quirk to blow away the figure then quickly woke up in a dark room with cold sweat and breathed heavily.

Bakugou had just experienced a nightmare that left him shaken. The faceless figure with the creepy grin had really gotten to him. Kirishima slowly woke up next to Bakugou. “Bakugou, why are you awake?” He asked tiredly.

Bakugou sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Just had a nightmare,” He muttered. Kirishima sat up and looked at him with concern. “You okay?” He asked. Bakugou nodded, still feeling a bit shaken by the vivid dream. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “Just a dream,” He muttered to himself. “Just a stupid dream.”

“Katsuki, I don’t want you to think I’m making you feel weak by talking to me. It’s important and I told you multiple times about it.�� Bakugou sighed. “Yeah, I know.” Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “You know I’m here for you, man. You don’t have to go through everything alone.” Bakugou gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I know that too.” He appreciated Kirishima’s concern, even if he wasn’t always good at showing it.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Kirishima spoke up again. “Want to talk about the dream?” Bakugou hesitated, but then shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a little bit of confidence and laid his head back on his pillow.

“Do you need help falling asleep?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou shook his head again. “Nah, I’ll be good. Thanks though.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Kirishima leaned against his back, wrapping his arm around him. “I do have one way to make you feel better.” He smiled in the dark.

“Oh yeah, shitty hair? What?” “This,” Kirishima’s mischievous grin grew wider as he started to gently tickle Bakugou’s belly.

“What the hell, Kirishima?!” Bakugou laughed unexpectedly and squirmed against his back as Kirishima's fingers danced across his belly. “Pfft! Hehehehey! W-What the hell shihihihitty hair!”

Kirishima continued to tickle Bakugou’s belly, his laughter filling the quiet room. “Come on, Bakugou, just let go and enjoy it,” He teased, his fingers moving faster.

Bakugou squirmed and tried to push Kirishima away, but his efforts were futile. The ticklish sensation overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter. “K-Kirishimahahahahahaha, s-stop it! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” He managed to say between laughs, his cheeks turning pink.

Kirishima chuckled, delighting in Bakugou’s vulnerability. “You know, laughter is the best medicine, right?” He said, his voice filled with mischief. “And I happen to be an expert at making you laugh.”

“Shuhuhuhut up! Your juhuhust a pahahahain in the ahahahass!”

Kirishima’s fingers were getting close to Bakugou’s belly button, causing him to squirm even more. “No, no, Kirishima! Don’t you dahahahare!”

Kirishima ignored his plea and dug his finger in his belly button. “Hahahahahahahahahaha no, no, nohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!”

Bakugou arched his back, kicked his legs, and thrashed his body all around but Kirishima kept him right where he wanted him and it couldn’t be any cuter. He noticed that his laugh is more carefree and his nose was scrunched.

Kirishima thought his heart was melting and kept tickling his belly button, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s laughter echoed through the air.

After a couple of minutes, Kirishima pulled his finger out of his belly button and slowly traced his fingers over the middle of his belly. Bakugou’s laugh had calmed down but still squirmed. “You doing okay?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Bakugou lay there, panting and still giggling, a contented smile on his face. Kirishima couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair away from Bakugou’s forehead, his fingers lingering on his boyfriend’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh like that," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. Bakugou's laughter slowly subsided, but the joy in his eyes remained.

"And you're an idiot," Bakugou retorted playfully, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. Kirishima chuckled and leaned in to capture Bakugou's lips in a sweet kiss, sealing their moment of shared laughter and affection.

Kirishima grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, come on, Bakugou! Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger!” He wiggled his finger in the air playfully, making Bakugou squirm even more.

“Stohohop!” Bakugou pushed his hand away. Kirishima chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

Bakugou turned around on his other side to face Kirishima and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s. Feeling a surge of mischievousness, Kirishima leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Bakugou's nose. “You ready to finally sleep now?” Kirishima asked, softly tracing patterns on his back.

Bakugou sighed softly and closed his eyes. “That feels nice.” Kirishima smiled and happily continued stroking his back. He gave Bakugou one last kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight,” He whispered.

[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

[kusuguricafe]

Kacchan's Cosplay Panic

Sequel to Happy Year of the Rabbit 🐰

A/N: The long-awaited sequel is finally here!! I hope it was worth the wait! (Here is what I was imagining Bakugou looking like while I was writing this)

Summary: Three bunny boys persuade Kacchan to join in on their fun!

Characters: switches Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, and Kaminari

“Oi, what’re you guys doing?” Kaminari asked as he walked in on the trio. “Oho, who got Kacchan blushing~?”

“Shut the hell up, dunce fa—” Bakugou started, cutting himself off as he peeked through his fingers to see Kaminari wearing Mirko cosplay as well.

“Oh my gosh, you look so good, Kaminari-kun!!” Deku exclaimed.

“You’ve got some nice legs, dude! Very manly!” Kirishima added in.

“Thanks, guys!” Kaminari beamed.

“I can’t believe you people,” Bakugou said.

“You know who else would rock this fit?” Kaminari smirked.

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Deku all turned to Bakugou.

“Oh no. No no no no. I am not wearing that.

“Aww, Kacchan! C’mon, pleeease?” Deku looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“You don’t want us to tickle ya again, do you?” Kirishima wiggled his fingers.

“Ack! No!”

“You guys were tickling Kacchan? Without me??” Kaminari pouted.

“Don’t worry, Denks, I think you might have another opportunity,” Kirishima said.

Without warning, Bakugou sprung up and started blasting his way towards the door.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Kaminari shouted. With his lightning quick reflexes, he managed to tackle Bakugou out of the air and back onto the ground. “You’re not going anywhere!”

“Let go of me!!!”

“Guys, quick! Come help me hold him down!!”

Deku and Kirishima shared a quick glance before dashing over and jumping on top of Bakugou as well.

“OI!! You idiots!”

“Now, the choice is yours, Bakugou,” Kaminari started.

“You put on the costume,” Kirishima continued.

“Or we tickle you until you do,” Kaminari finished.

Deku nodded nervously in agreement.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou stared at the three of them incredulously. Kaminari and Kirishima were looming over him. Kaminari’s face was upside down, smiling, and Kirishima was looking at him deviously. He could see Deku peeking at him from behind Kirishima. Deku’s eyes were practically sparkling.

“Make me,” Bakugou challenged. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was about to come.

“If you say so~” Kaminari replied.

The three boys attacked. Kaminari had Bakugou’s arms trapped under his knees and was scribbling all over the explosion boy’s underarms (he was wearing a tank top, not-so-conveniently for him). Kirishima was kneading the boy’s lower ribs, and Deku was scratching up and down Bakugou’s also not-so-conveniently bare feet.

Bakugou was cracking a smile, but the trio hadn’t gotten him to actually start laughing yet.

“Damn, you’re tough!” Kirishima commented.

“Guess it’s time to bring out the big guns,” Kaminari winked, making his hands into finger guns. Small sparks flew out from the tips of his fingers for emphasis.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at the sound of Kami’s electricity. “D-dohon’t, don’t you dahAHAHAHAHAHARE!!!!” Bakugou screamed as Kaminari dug his fingers into that sweet spot between his upper ribs and underarms, shooting harmless little shocks.

“DOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAHAHAT!! NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!” Bakugou threw his head back as he laughed hysterically. Deku had to dodge getting kicked in the face.

“Works every time,” Kaminari boasted.

“YOU SUHUHUHUHUCK!”

Kirishima switched his tactic to vibrating his fingers into Bakugou’s toned abdomen. Deku crawled onto his legs (to avoid getting kicked) and squeezed above his knees.

Bakugou started to tear up. He hated how much Kaminari’s tickle shocks got to him.

“OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

The three boys all lifted their hands. They let him catch his breath for a minute. Bakugou’s face was bright red. He was still smiling, his eyes tightly screwed shut. His cheeks glistened with tears.

“So…?” Deku said quietly.

Bakugou sighed. “I’ll put on the damn costume.”

“Yatta!!” The three cheered. They scrambled off of him and helped him up.

“...Don’t laugh, got it?” Bakugou said behind the changing room curtain.

“We won’t!”

He slid the curtain open.

“Kacchan sugoi!!”

Kaminari whistled.

Kirishima was awestruck.

“Grrr, don’t gawk at me!” He closed the curtain again.

Kirishima blinked. “Hey, wait! You look great, man!” He stepped forward and slid the curtain back open… revealing Bakugou’s backside. Deku and Kaminari covered their mouths with their hands.

“Holy shi—”

“DON’T LOOK!” Bakugou shouted as he saw Kirishima’s face appear behind him in the mirror. He quickly turned back around. “Out of my way, extras.”

“I still think I wore it best,” Kaminari said.

Deku and Kirishima laughed at that.

“You think this is funny, haah?” Bakugou grabbed both Deku and Kirishima and pulled them close, squeezing their waists.

“EEK! Nahahahaha! K-kacchahahahan!”

“Hahahaha! Hehehey!”

“How do you nerds like it?”

Kaminari sneaked up and zapped Bakugou’s side.

“AHH! You— Oh, you’re gonna get it.” Bakugou let go of Deku and Kirishima and darted after Kaminari.

“Tickle fight!!” Kaminari exclaimed as he ran away.

Kirishima turned to Deku and shot him a toothy gin.

“Kirishima-kun? W-w-wait, wahahahait!!”

Meanwhile, Bakugou had tacked Kaminari to the ground. Kaminari, who was screeching and thrashing about as Bakugou ruthlessly tickled his exposed hips, thighs, and knees. Maybe he shouldn’t have challenged the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Kirishima had Deku in his grasp and was tickling in between his ribs, causing the smaller to giggle and squirm. He paused to turn towards the commotion. “Don’t kill him, Bakubro!”

“He’s getting what he deserves!”

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!!!” Kaminari screamed.

Kirishima ran over and wedged himself in between the two blondes. “Take me instead!” he said dramatically.

Bakugou stared at him. “Your funeral,” he said as he dug into the redhead’s ribcage.

“WAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Kaminari crawled out from under Kirishima towards Deku.

“Are you alright, Kaminari?” Deku asked, holding out his hand.

Kaminari gladly took it. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks! …You look really good in that, by the way.”

Deku’s eyes widened. He blushed slightly. “Oh! Thank you!” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked to the side. “You look really good too.”

Kaminari seemed delighted.

“WIHIHILL YOU TWO STOHOP FLIRTING AHAHAHAND HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!?” Kirishima cried out.

Looking mildly embarrassed, Kaminari walked over and tasered Bakugou in the side, causing Bakugou to let up long enough for Kaminari to drag Kirishima away from him.

Deku made eye contact with Bakugou. Big mistake.

Kirishima looked up at Kaminari. Kaminari smiled down at him. Kirishima grabbed Denki’s arms and flung him over his head.

“WhaAA!” Kaminari yelped. He landed with his head in Kirishima’s lap.

Kirishima skittered his fingers over Kaminari’s ears and neck. “I can’t believe you just left me to die like that! After I saved you!?”

“EhehehEHEHE! I’m sahaharryyy!!” Kaminari batted at Kirishima’s hands.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You thought you could get out of this, nerd?”

“KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Deku pleaded as Bakugou kneaded his hips. Tears streamed down his face.

“Oh no. I wasn’t done with you earlier.”

“Are you guys done getting rea—” Uraraka started. “Oh! I’m sorry! I-I’ll uh, um…”

Kirishima smiled bashfully. Kaminari blushed. Bakugou was so absorbed in destroying Deku that he didn’t even notice her walk in.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAN IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE AHAHANYMOHOHOHORE!!!”

“DIE, NERD!!”

Uraraka’s eyes widened. She looked back at Kirishima and Kaminari. “We’re starting soon, okay? See you out there!” She ran back to the set.

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other.

“We should probably stop him, right?” Kaminari asked.

Kirishima nodded.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, Bakubro!” Kirishima said.

“We have to get to the photoshoot!” Kaminari added.

Bakugou paused. Photoshoot? Oh, right. He looked back down at Deku, who was still panting and giggling. He looked like a mess. 

“We’ll have to freshen him up a bit, I think,” Kaminari said.

“One sec,” Kirishima said as he headed towards the bathroom.

Bakugou lifted Deku back up to his feet. Deku began to wipe the tears from his eyes. Kirishima came back with a damp cloth, which he gently wiped Deku’s face with.

“Much better,” Kiri smiled at him.

Deku smiled back. “Thank you. Let’s go!”

[laughterisorange]

TICKLETOBER 2023

Prompt Day 14: Soft

(yeah I know it’s technically the 15th at the time I’m posting this for me, but sue me, I wanted to write it well)

Pairing: Bakugou/Kirishima

This is a tickle fic. If you don’t like, don’t read. WARNING FOR PROFANITIES, it is Baku after all lol

Summary: Bakugou has really soft hair, and Kirishima is in awe.

Fic Size: Clementine

A Soft Head

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou was the clingy one in the relationship. If someone had told Kirishima that when they first started dating, well, the redhead would’ve laughed, as he knew himself to be one of the most touch oriented people in their class, hanging onto other people, and giving hugs without reservation. In comparison, Bakugo was the most averse of their class, and either had to be manhandled to accept affection, or was doing the manhandling to prove his own dominance.

Now though, after dating for a few months, Kirishima had borne witness to the truth of Bakugou Katsuki. He was cuddly. Impossibly so, if he was honest - Katsuki was the type to be aggressive in his desire of affection, rather than aggressively affectionate himself. 

For instance, at the moment he was practically on top of Kirishima, face smooshed into the spiky teens chest, as the boy ran his fingers through the blonds hair. He had come into the room and basically inserted himself into Kirishima’s personal bubble - demanding Eijirou’s love without uttering a word. Eijirou ran his fingers through Katsuki’s hair again.

That was another thing. 

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou’s hair was so… soft.

Bakugou tilted his head with a muffle whine. A question as to why Kirishima stopped.

Kirishima huffed out a laugh, resuming his carding.

“Wut.” Bakugou asked, his eyes flicking up at Eijirou.

“Your hair is soft.”

“...You knew this already, Ei.”

“Yeah, but,” Kirishima twisted the strands between his fingers. “It’s really soft. Like… how?”

Bakugou chuckled lightly, “What do you mean, how?”

“Well when nothing’s touching it, it looks razor sharp! You don’t even gel it or anything, it’s just like that - it’s amazing.”

“Don’t sound so reverent you weirdo.” Bakugou wriggled into Kirishima’s, burying his face deeper with a deep breath.

“OH, but I am reverent, Katsuki. As someone who literally has to gel his hair to get it as spiky as it is -”

“You could just leave it down -”

“- my point is,” Kirishima said, wiggling his fingers at the base of Bakugou’s neck, making him scrunch up with a choked sound. “It’s unfair that you don’t even have to try, and yet it’s so SOFT.” He massaged into the scalp and hair again, but lighter this time, playing into the reverence of his boyfriends beauty. 

He didn’t expect the startled giggling that Katsuki produced at the feeling.

“Eihihih don’t,” He reached his hands up to half heartedly stop the red head, who was now looking like Christmas had arrived early. “Don’t even think about it.”

“This is too good.” He wiggled his fingers up from the base of his head by the neck to the top and around to Katsuki’s ear. A stream of higher pitched giggles repeated from the blond. “You’re ticklish. On your head.”

“Fuhuhuhck yohohohu, AH, nohohoho!”

Eijriou attacked Katsuki’s neck, wiggling and prodding, grinning like a madman. The look on his face only made Katuski laugh harder, still sleepily trying to catch his boyfriend’s hands. Mischievously, Eijirou darted down and scribbled at Katsuki’s sides and stomach. Like a sort of game, he would raise his hands up and Katsuki would follow him. It made him think of a cat video he had seen recently, the thought making the smile on his face widen.

“Stohohop looking at me like thahahat!”

“Like what?” Eijriou asked, feigning ignorance with a smile.

“Like I’m fuhuhuhucking - EIehehehehe!” Katsuki dissolved into laughter, as Eijirou targeted the spot between his underarms and his ribs.

“Like you’re fucking… what?”

“LIhihihke I’m cuhuhuhte!”

“You are cute!”

“NOHOHOhohohoh!”

Kirishima slowed his fingers, sensing that Katsuki was nearing his limit.

“Cute,” Kirishima poked him in the stomach, “and soft,” he tickled his side, Katsuki squirming as his giggles died down.

Kirishima looked lovingly at the giggling mess underneath him.

He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s lips, stealing the last bit of his laughter. “And a softie.”

Katuski rolled his eyes, grumbling and tugging slightly at the hands who had him pinned. “I’ll get you back for it, you asshole.”

Kirishima tutted. “Katsuki, you know what they say,” 

Katsuki’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, and Eijriou continued with a shit-eating grin. “The only thing worse than a hard heart is a soft head.”

[otomiyaa]

Masterpost 2.0

Fics written 'post-retirement' cuz I'm a clown

* = explicit | red = Only AO3

Note: Reblogs of fics and various reuploads from my old blog are not included.

However these can be found in the #otomiya!writes tag.

❥ Update: 31.10.2024

The Apothecary Diaries

Jinshi's Surprise | Switches!Maomao x Jinshi

Boku no Hero Academia

All I Want For Christmas: D&D | Lees!KiriBaku x Ler!Deku

Deadpool

No Spoilers! | Lee!Reader x Lers!Deadpool & Wolverine

Dungeon Meshi

Tickle Fight | Lee!Kabru x Ler!Laios

Ticklish For You | Switches!Marcille x Falin

Free!

Sweet Revenge (collab, reupload) | Lees!Reigisa & Lers!Sourin

Gakuen Babysitters

Second Declaration of Love (collab, reupload) | Switches!Hayaryuu

Genshin Impact:

From 🐺 To 🐶 | Switches!Wrioney

Lyney's Trick | Lee!Gaming & Ler!Lyney

Quality Time | Switches!Wrioney

Terms & Conditions | Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham

TGI Tournament | Various Lees & Lers

Traveler's Training | Lee!Sethos & Ler!Aether

Given

Last Christmas: A Festive Breakfast | Lee!Uenoyama x Ler!Mafuyu

Haikyuu

Better Setter! (Reupload) | Lees!Kenma, Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo

Jingle Bell Rock: Secret Snack | Lee!Tsukki x Ler!Yama

Snowed In (Reupload) | Lee!Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma

Honkai Star Rail

The Foreigner | Lee!Sampo & Lers!JingRen

The Kiss | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Sharing is Caring | Lee!Caelus x Ler!Dan Heng

Small Spoon | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Kaiju No. 8

Kaiju Experiment | Lee!Kafka & Ler!Reno

Love and Deepspace

A Date Worth Remembering (collab) | Switches!Zayne x Reader

Ebb and Flow | Lee!Rafayel x MC

Exclusive Tutorial | Lee!Zayne x MC

Midnight Moment | Lee!Xavier x MC

Nu: Carnival

Wreck The Sun Lord Party | Lee!Dante x Ler!Eiden

Obey Me

Not a Competition | Lee!Reader & Lers!Lucifer, Satan

Super Mario Bros

Luigi Wins (By Doing Absolutely Nothing) | Lee!Luigi x Ler!Bowser

Tasogare Outfocus

On Camera | Switches!Mao x Hisashi

Popsicle* | Lee!Giichi x Ler!Jin

We're Dating | Lee!Shion x Ler!Rei

Twisters (2024)

Surprises | Lee!Kate x Ler!Tyler

Wind Breaker

Nirei's Discovery | Lee!Sakura & Multiple Lers

Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii

Love is Hard for a Broke Otaku | Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka

Yuri On Ice

New Year's Resolutions (collab) | Switches!Victuuri

Remissio (collab, reupload) | Switches!Victuuri

Tickle headcanons can be found here:

Link to my MDZS/TGCF tickle masterpost:

Tickletober 2023:

X Reader Tickle Drabbles:

Tickletober 2024:

[sunflowernoodles]

SUNFLOWERNOODLES’ BLOG

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Welcome to my blog! You may call me Noodles! I write tickle fics for mostly MHA, but I want to write for other fandoms. (Ex. Heartstopper, criminal minds, and others).

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Request Info

Currently writing for:

-My Hero Academia

-Criminal minds

-Heartstopper

-The Dragon Prince

I will not write:

-Anything Illegal: incest, underage ships, etc

-Severe angst

-severe gore or injury

Characters I will not write for (Just MHA)

-Pro heroes outside of Aizawa and Mic

-Mineta

-1B students

-Eri

-Romantic Bakudeku (I will write for pretty much any ship, even rare pares and polly ships)

Fic Requests: open

Headcannon Requests: open

Art Requests: closed

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Masterlist

BNHA

Sibling Bonding (Todoroki siblings)

Study Night (Todoroki; Sero, Iida, Kirishima, Denki)

Sore Winner (ShinKami)

Hold Still (Todoroki; Mina)

Cuddles (SeroRoki)

Nerves (TodoBakuSero)

Window Seat (TodoBaku)

Attention (TodoBaku)

Birthday Party (Todoroki; Kirishima, Denki)

Rough Day (BakuSero)

Smile (Todoroki; Uraraka, Deku)

Ghost Stories (TodoBakuSero)

Movie Night (TodoDeku)

Be My Valentine? (SeroRoki)

Arms Up (Todoroki siblings)

Sleepy (SeroRoki)

A Little Argument (BakuSero)

Wake Up Call (Shinsou; Aizawa)

Detention Pt. 1 (Bakugou; Shinsou)

Here to Help (KiriBaku)

A Little Cheering Up (Todoroki; Dekusquad)

Afternoon Workout (TodoKami)

It’s Just a Kiss (SeroRoki)

Glasses Thief (SeroIida)

Touch Starved (Todoroki; Iida)

Back Pain (TodoDeku)

Detention Pt. 2 (Shinsou; Bakugou)

Not Funny (KiriBaku)

Fluffy (SeroRoki)

Day At the Library (SeroRoki)

Stranger Things

First Snow (Steddie)

[dazais-secret-smut-stash]

My Unhinged Kindle Notes pt.2

This time I just gathered them from a variety of fics (sources at the bottom). Mostly BakuDeku and KiriBaku, but there’s some Seroroki too.

If these tickle your pickle lmk and I’ll post the others sooner! I have enough screenshots for like 3 more of those lol

Sticky Fingers - Bellamia // You Have a New Admirer - Esselle // We wear chains on the weekend - surveycorpsjean // Sticky Fingers - Bellamia // Soft spots - SaysiWrites // Nothing Comes As Easy As You - sascake // Soft spots - SaysiWrites // Nothing Comes As Easy As You - sascake // A Truth So Loud You Can’t Ignore - Minjimochi // We wear chains on the weekend - surveycorpsjean

[flames-tstuff]

I posted 664 times in 2022

57 posts created (9%)

607 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@duckymcdoorknob

@intheticklecloset

@veryblushyswitch

@august-anon

@ticklishfanart

I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#bnha - 207 posts

#lee!bakugou - 48 posts

#kiribaku - 47 posts

#flame rambles - 43 posts

#ler!bakugou - 37 posts

#ler!kirishima - 34 posts

#lee!midoriya - 29 posts

#fma - 28 posts

#fmab - 27 posts

#encanto - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#al having a happy ending is all i could ask for in this show and if i have to be the maker of all the post-promised day fluff then so be it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Important question:

Do you guys pronounce it (either in your head or out loud) "tickle-ish" or "tick-lish"?

Same with "tickle-ing" vs "tick-ling"

Reblog with how you say it, I want to know!!

50 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#4

Scene from A Coin For a Coin by @impulsively-made-tickle-blog !!

I've been wanting to draw some kiribaku lately so I went looking through my bnha fic recommendations list for inspiration (which is not very updated oops) and boom baby

Go read it if you haven't!

64 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#3

Love him or hate him, Dream has an incredible laugh and that's a fact

92 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#2

Alright so I caved

Referencing this and this (@happyandticklish)

121 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

here is my addition to the incredible comission @skribblz​ did for me! They did the outlines and I added the color!! I really just wanted something that I could play around with and experiment with color/lighting without having to do my own outlines. And I could not be more happy with how it turned out!

in case you weren’t aware, this is a scene from my fic Sore Loser :)

310 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Ayyyyyy 😎

[veryblushyswitch]

Heyo!! Can I request a fic with kiribaku; Lee bakugou? He has my whole heart and kiribaku is my comfort ship. Have a lovely evening!💞

🔥 KiriBaku (tickle fic) 🔥

Summary: ⬇️

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Authors Note: Dude my freakin OTP! Yes of course I will! This was so fun to write and ended up making it longer than I originally thought. Hope you enjoy! 💖

It all started with a friendly shove. Bakugou and Kirishima had been cuddling in Bakugou’s room when Kirishima playfully shoved at Bakugou’s shoulder.

This lead to a shove back, another shove, then a full out wrestling match.

Rolling around on the floor and jumps off the bed only to land in a hug like hold. Leg locks, full nelsons, and pushing hands away from ticklish spots.

A few tickles were given here and there, and the other knew that if they got pinned it was game over.

Bakugou’s game over came when the two interlocked hands on the bed. They were both on their knees trying to shove the other to the side.

“Just give up, I’m a boulder that cannot be pushed around!” Kirishima said trying to twist to the side but failed.

“Then explain to me how I got you laughing your ass off last night Mr. Unbreakable?” Bakugou smirked.

“Oh that’s it!” Kirishima blushed shoving Bakugou backwards.

Bakugou fell back but was saved from hitting the floor when Kirishima grabbed his legs and sat on his thighs. His shirt had ridden up to reveal a line of skin in the process.

He was surprised at the sudden action, but started to struggle when he realized his predicament. He sat up and grabbed Kirishima’s shoulders.

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry Bakugou, but I have to get you back from last night.”

“You wouldn’t-“ Bakugou started to lose his strength.

Kirishima noticed this and poked his side. Causing Bakugou to fall back into his vulnerable position.

“Oh I would~” He started to wiggle his fingers towards Bakugou’s sides.

“Kiri- Kihiri! Nonononohohohoho!

Bakugou giggled as he desperately pushed at Kirishima’s shoulders. Only his finger tips reached to lightly shove at his boyfriend before he fell back.

Kirishima scribbled all over his lower stomach. That spot always guaranteed the sweetest laughter. Just over the edge of giggles that made Kirishima’s heart swell.

Bakugou tried to sit up but only lasted a few seconds when Kirishima continued to attack that spot with vigor.

“NAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou covered his face, his legs lightly kicking at the air.

“How are you so cute right now?” Kirishima giggled, moving down to pinch at his hips.

“GAHAHAHA! *snort* DAHAHAHAMNIHIHIHIT!”

Kirishima paused and grabbed Bakugou’s wrists. He took them away from his face before pulling him upwards so their noses were an inch apart.

“Don’t ever hide that beautiful face or laugh of yours Katsuki. Especially those adorable snorts” Kirishima pecked his lips.

Bakugou was in pure flustered shock. He froze as his blush spread across his entire face.

“S-Shuhut up!” Bakugou giggled turning his fave away trying to hide his smile.

“Hehe. Never.” Kirishima smirked setting him back down then going back to pinching his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHASE! SOHOMWHERE EHEHEHELSE!” Bakugou slapped at the edge of the bed.

“If you wish my dynamite.” Kirishima winked at him. Bakugou whined.

“But where should I go? There’s so many ticklish places.” He hovered his fingers inches above Bakugou’s body.

Even reaching back quickly without touching anything to watch Bakugou sit up quickly and fall back with a squeal.

“Stohop that ahasshole!” He bucked his hips a bit.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go to my favorite little spot.” Kirishima leaned down to Bakugou’s lower stomach. His hands gently holding onto Bakugou’s sides.

“Nahat there again! Nohoho! Bahahabe plehehease!” Bakugou tried to push himself further off the bed which only left his stomach more exposed.

Kirishima moved him up a bit so he wouldn’t fall off and hardened his legs so he couldn’t move.

“But I love this spot! You know what I love to do to this spot?” Kirishima’s breath spread goosebumps along Bakugou’s torso.

“Bahahabe noho kihihisses!”

“Awww but why? Do they tickle~” Kirishima kisses his side once.

“YEHES! Thehey do a lohohot!” Bakugou could no longer control his giggles. And when he got like that he couldn’t lie to Kirishima.

“I think you want me to kiss your tummy. Isn’t that right Kats?”

Bakugou whined again and nodded his head.

“Yehes okahahay?!” He once again covered his face, unable to even look towards his boyfriend.

“What did I say about hiding your face?!” Kirishima inhaled and blew a giant raspberry on his exposed side.

“WAIT- WAHAHAHAHT! FUHUHUHUHUCK! KIRIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Are you gonna cover your face again? It’s not very manly if you do.” He inhaled again, but before he could deliver another raspberry, Bakugou responded.

“NO! Noho I wohon’t IhI promise! Just give mehe kisses. Plehease…”

“Of course baby.”

“Hhhhh Mnot a bahahahaby! Hehehahahahahahahaha!” He was cut off my Kirishima covering his whole tummy with kisses.

His lower stomach getting extra attention seeing as Bakugou’s laughter got higher when he targeted there.

“Yes you are. You’re my ticklish, adorable baby who loves getting tickle tickle tickled~” Kirishima moved his hands up to his worst spot, digging in and kneading little circles.

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou kicked his legs and bucked his hips. His arms desperately pinned against his sides which only further trapped Kirishima’s fingers on his death spot.

Kirishima attacked that spot for a minute or so more before stopping. Bakugou took in deep breaths, small giggles still flowing from his lips.

“Yohour’e mehehehehean. Meheheheanie Kihirihihihi!” Bakugou pointed and started laughing again.

“Oho my gosh are you okahay?” Kirishima laughed with him.

“I dohon’t knohohow. *snort* I cahahahan’t stahahahahap!”

Kirishima laughed so hard that he ended up falling to the side of the bed. This caused Bakugou to fall off the bed onto the floor. They both burst into loud laughter.

Bakugou was banging his one fist on the floor while the other held his stomach. Kirishima was laughing into a pillow while his legs kicked up and down on the bed.

Their laughs died down to giggles as they both sat up. Kirishima helped Bakugou to his feet and the two cuddled on the bed once again.

Kirishima gave Bakugou some drinks from his water bottle as Bakugou snuggled up against his side.

“Awww~ You’re all tickled out and snuggly now huh?” Kirishima ran his hand through Bakugou’s hair.

Bakugou melted into the touch and nodded his head. He couldn’t help it when anyone, let alone Kirishima, play with his hair.

“Good. Now rest up. You can stay in my room tonight. It’s a Friday anyway so no worrying about getting up early.”

“Thanks, Kiri. I love you. Even if you are a meanie.”

“Love you too.” Kirishima chuckled and continued to play with his hair.

The blonde eventually fell asleep after a few minutes. Kirishima laid him down on the bed along side him then covered them both in a warm blanket.

“Night, Katsuki.” Kirishima kissed his forehead, watching Bakugou smile in his sleep.

He fell asleep not a minute later. A smile spread across his face as well.

[veryblushyswitch]

Oh my- I don’t even have the words! 🥺💖💖 This is one of the greatest things I’ve ever read. I can’t- This is fantastic! And so cute and adorable! Aghsjajakajsja I can’t!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

My heart is going to implode. This has no right being this cute. This was completely worth the wait and exceeded my already high expectations! Keep up the amazing work you amazing human being! 👏

Strawberry Milk (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Lee!Bakugou Ler!Kirishima (Kiribaku)

A/N : this took forever to make and it's the longest fic i've posted on this account so far, but i just had a lot of fun making it!! i hope you guys enjoy it, especially the lovely krbk anon who inspired this. they actually sent a few prompts that have inspired other krbk tickle fic ideas that i'll more than likely write for soon as well, but for now i hope you enjoy this!! much love <33

Summary : Kirishima stays for a sleepover at Bakugou’s childhood home, and after accidentally pissing off the explosive teen, seeks out some professional help from someone who may know the boy best: his father. From this, Kirishima learns a quick way from the boys childhood to get him forgiveness in no time.

Word Count : 5113 (jfc lmao)

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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“Are you seriously mad at me over this?” Kirishima asked with a confused, breathy chuckle. He watched as his best friend pouted with arms crossed over his chest like a child, glaring daggers into the redhead from his spot on the bed.

“Yes. And I do not plan on changing that. So don’t fucking try me, Spiky Hair” Bakugou turned his body fully away from Kirishima now, who was lounged rather comfortably on Bakugou’s orange beanbag seated on the ground. Kirishima rolled his eyes at Bakugou’s childishness, though still couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

After months of practically having to beg the explosive teen for a sleepover at his childhood home, the blonde finally relented and allowed Kirishima to be a guest in his home for the weekend. Bakugou’s parents were actually pretty happy to have Bakugou back at the house, even if for such a short period of time, and were even more thrilled when they realized someone actually wanted to come with him. Bakugou was never really one for making (and keeping) close friends growing up, so this was something they were definitely excited over the prospects of.

He and Bakugou had been playing video games for the past couple of hours now, their most recent game that Bakugou was now practically fuming over being...Minecraft. Bakugou had gotten pretty attached to a wolf he unsurprisingly named “Prince Homicide,” but after bringing it to a cave while mining with Kirishima, the red-head had accidentally pushed it into a vat of lava, killing it almost instantly.

So that’s where the pair were now. Bakugou seething from his spot criss-crossed on the bed, now turned away from Kirishima with his arms crossed like a child towards the wall. Kirishima sighed, pushing himself off the beanbag and walking towards Bakugou’s door.

“Look, I’m gonna go get something to drink. You want anything?” Kirishima raised his eyebrows in hopes of a response.

“Die,” was all he got.

Kirishima bit back another chuckle, opening the door before turning his head back around to look at Bakugou, who was now fiddling with his sheets and grumbling to himself angrily. “Alright, well, I’ll be back in just a minute. Hopefully you’ll have calmed yourself down enough by then.”

“I AM CALM YOU RED-HAIRED LOSER!” Bakugou yelled at the door as Kirishima quickly walked out and shut the door to avoid the small blasts he could hear shooting from the boy’s palms. Kirishima just shook his head with a grin, making his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

When he arrived, he saw Bakugou’s father cooking dinner on the stove. It made Kirishima smile, reminding him of his own home a little, though he hadn’t been back home in a while. He did miss his moms quite a lot since moving to the dorms, and he’ll definitely have to invite Bakugou over to meet them sometime soon.

He could smell the amazing spices his father had been adding to whatever meat and noodles he had in the pot, the scent almost burning Kirishima’s nose from how spicy he could tell it was. ‘Obviously loving spiciness must run in the family,’ Kirishima thought as he opened up the fridge, alerting the father’s attention.

“Oh, Kirishima! Are you looking for anything specific?” the man asked, looking up from his steaming pot for a moment to smile at his son’s best friend. Kirishima shot a cheerful smile right back at him.

“Oh, just some water would be fine!” he nodded, grabbing a water bottle from one of the fridge drawers, before remembering the seething boy upstairs waiting for his return. He grinned. “Actually, what does Bakugou normally drink here? At the dorms he usually has protein shakes but you probably don’t have those just lying around,” Kirishima chuckled, sitting his water bottle down on the kitchen island to look at his friend’s father.

“Well, the boy doesn’t usually like to admit it but he’s quite keen on strawberry milk,” he smiled with a nod as he went back to stirring his pot, glancing over towards Kirishima with a grin.

“Shoot, really? Didn’t peg him for the strawberry milk type of guy,” Kirishima giggled, looking back in the fridge and noticing the few bottles of strawberry milk they had lying on the shelf, probably bought when they found out Bakugou was coming home for the weekend. “He’s kinda mad at me right now so I figured I’d make a peace offering.”

“Not a bad idea, kid. I’ve had to do my fair share of those over the years. Katsuki’s always been the rather...angry type,” Masaru’s eyebrows furrowed downward towards his pot, shaking his head as if thinking of all the times the boy must’ve lost his temper at his old man.

“What did you used to do when he was little? Y’know, whenever he got all...aah!” Kirishima accentuated his little growl imitating Bakugou by shaking his hands angrily in front of him, just like how Bakugou usually does when he’s about to blow someone to kingdom come. This made Masaru laugh, shaking his head and adding a few more spices to the pot.

“Well...as of now, I usually just let his mother handle everything. But when he was little, Mitsuki and I would usually just tickle the little guy ‘til he giggled all that anger out,” Masaru smiled at the fond memories, glancing over towards Kirishima who held a wide-eyed, shocked but excited expression on his face. Masaru chuckled, pointing his spoon towards the teen. “But you did not hear this from me, understand?”

“Oh, totally, I got your back 100% Mr. Bakugou,” Kirishima saluted the man with a grin, making him laugh once more with a fond shake of the head. Kirishima lowered his hand, finally grabbing the strawberry milk from the fridge and sitting it on the counter with his water, promptly shutting the fridge door. “So...that didn’t make him angry or anything? He wouldn’t, like, explode you and Mrs. Bakugou to ashes or something?”

“Well I’m still here to tell the story, aren’t I?” Masaru gestured to his body with his spoon, Kirishima nodding with a chuckle. “Nah, he used to love it when we did that! Sometimes I think he’d pretend to be angry on purpose just so we’d play ‘Claw’ with him.”

“Claw? What’s Claw?” Kirishima asked, now leaning on the counter with his head propped up on his hand, listening intently as if this was the single most interesting thing he’d ever heard (because in all honesty? It very well might’ve been).

“Oh boy, Claw was his favorite. I would always hold his hands down so he couldn’t get away, while his mother would make a claw hand and tickle it into his stomach and ribs. It always had little Katsuki in stitches,” Masaru was very obviously enjoying remembering these fond memories of his son, seeming like he had almost completely forgotten about these fun little moments until Kirishima had brought them all back to light. “We always did it when he was being bratty, but not bratty enough to deserve a time-out. Sometimes, though, he wouldn’t even have to do anything bad, he’d just come out and ask for Claw when he felt playful. It was always so cute,” Masaru grinned widely, looking over towards Kirishima and promptly pointing his spoon back at the boy. “And, again you didn’t hear any of this from me, but…”

He paused, almost debating whether or not this was a good idea. He was finally swayed on his decision, however, when he saw the bright look of excitement in Kirishima’s eyes at the prospect of an actually happy Bakugou. He couldn’t help but cave.

“...but if you wanna really get him laughing, his worst spots are the spot riiiiight under his armpits, and the sides of his thighs. You get him there and he’ll be forgiving you in no time.”

Kirishima nodded with a large, toothy grin, swiping the drinks off the counter and practically bouncing in his spot as he backed his way out of the kitchen. “Thank you so much, Mr. Bakugou. It was truly an honor to know you, but I’ve got a death sentence waiting for me upstairs.”

“You get him, kiddo!” Masaru shouted towards the teen as he scurried his way out of the kitchen and towards the stairs giddily.

Kirishima was practically cheesing when he made his way towards Bakugou’s childhood bedroom, and had to mentally and physically calm himself down before entering so as not to alert Bakugou of his devious scheme.

He pushed the door open, finding Bakugou to now be leaning with his back against the wall, arm propped up on his knee as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He scowled upon hearing Kirishima’s entrance, not even bothering to look up towards the boy as he grumbled, “Damn, I was hoping you were gonna stay down there all night.���

Kirishima rolled his eyes, tossing the milk onto the bed beside the blonde and hopping onto it himself. Bakugou’s eyes widened at the sudden movement beside him, eyes darting down to the drink on his bed before scowling back up at Kirishima. “How the fuck did you know I like this shit, I never drink it at school.”

Kirishima grinned, opening up his own water bottle. “Oh, just a little birdy,” he giggled, taking a sip of his water and watching as Bakugou begrudgingly took his own drink and started opening it as well.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you, moron. These are just...really good,” Bakugou wasn’t looking at Kirishima, obviously still angry as he went back to staring at his phone instead of paying the redhead any mind.

“C’mon, man, I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t on purpose!” Kirishima practically pleaded next to him, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder which was immediately shrugged off rather aggressively. “Look, I’m sorry. Would it make you feel better if I helped you find a new wolf?”

“Are you kidding me?! I’m not playing this shitty game with you anymore, you fucking suck at it!” Bakugou had a scowl on his face that looked like what he was saying was the single most obvious thing in the whole world. Kirishima just sighed, closing up his water and throwing it down on the bed.

“I’d hate to make you, Bakugou, but you may just force my hand,” Kirishima shook his head slowly as if in disappointment, only making Bakugou’s brows cross in confusion.

“The fuck do you mean ‘make me,’ you idiot?! You can’t force me to do shit, and I’m not fucking playing this game with you,” Bakugou pushed, and to anyone else it definitely wouldn’t sounded like he meant it. But Kirishima knew Bakugou far, far too well. He could hear the competition in his voice, see the spark of want in his eyes that just said ‘please fight me on this.’ He wanted a challenge. Kirishima could see that. And boy was he gonna give it to him.

“Oh, but can’t I?” Kirishima’s voice sounded almost taunting, and once he saw that Bakugou was looking at him with competitiveness painted all over his face, he brought both of his hands up to wiggle fingers menacingly towards the boy.

Bakugou instantly knew what he meant. And if the fact he immediately closed his drink and sat it on his nightstand was no indication that he wanted this to continue, the way he backed up on his bed cautiously with wide eyes instead of immediately fighting Kirishima back most definitely was.

He was excited.

“Kirishima, don’t you fucking dare,” Bakugou pressed through a lie, his eyes never once looking away from those still wiggling fingers taunting him in the air, as if too embarrassed to look Kirishima in the eyes and completely give it away that he wanted this, he wanted the fight. He didn’t have to look for Kirishima to know, though. The redhead was still able to see Bakugou’s face even if Bakugou wouldn’t look at him, and he could see the giddiness behind his wall of caution, which only pushed him to continue.

“Then let’s play the game, Bakugou,” Kirishima grinned as Bakugou gave him no response, only backing further away until finally Kirishima pounced, tackling and fighting Bakugou to the bed. This was the least Bakugou had ever put up a fight with him. Kirishima knew how Bakugou fought, he knew just how skilled and precise his moves always were, and he was giving Kirishima practically none of that. Though he did technically fight his way down, he was still inevitably completely tackled and pinned by the redhead, which almost never happened in their regular spars and play fights.

Kirishima forced Bakugou’s arms up above his head, the hardening hero-in-training using his quirk to keep the boy’s hands pinned there for good. His body hovered over Bakugou’s, a rather compromising position if they were to be walked into, but neither boy cared about that in the moment. They were too focused on the excitement and unadulterated giddiness bubbling in the pit of their bellies, and as Kirishima gazed down at Bakugou with a look of mischief in his eyes, Bakugou knew he knew. Kirishima knew Bakugou wanted this, and now the blonde was aware of that. Bakugou couldn’t quite tell if that made this better or worse.

“Fine then. We can play a different game. How about…” Kirishima paused, mocking as if in hard thought as Bakugou’s lips twitched, his eyes wide in a skittish anticipation. Kirishima finally let out a small pretend gasp, looking down at Bakugou before raising up his free hand in a claw shape. “...Claw.”

Bakugou’s eyes could not have been any wider. His cheeks were stained pink, and he squirmed under Kirishima’s pin, “No, nonono don’t you dare fucking touch me you red piece of shit, I swear to god I’ll fucking-HNG!” Bakugou choked on his words, eyes slamming shut as he felt five meticulous fingers skittered over his now bare tummy, as Kirishima must have pushed up his shirt while Bakugou was too busy threatening. Those nails were fucking torturous against his skin, his nerves lighting up and sparking with a specific feeling he hadn’t felt in what had to be years now. It was so bad, so so bad, but...god, he didn’t realize just how much he had missed this feeling until now.

“Uh oh,” Kirishima’s voice held a teasing tone that made Bakugou shake his head, still trying desperately to hold back any and all giggles that threatened to crawl from his gut. Kirishima chuckled darkly. “Looks like someone’s a little ticklish, huh?”

Bakugou only continued to shake his head from side to side, tugging at his pinned arms with no real fervor behind it. Kirishima couldn’t help the smile on his face seeing the boy like this, so flustered and obviously having a good time at something so cute. He could tell Bakugou was desperately trying to contain his giggles, which was definitely his average pride slipping through, but there was no way Kirishima was just going to let that slide.

With a smirk evil enough to send shivers down the blonde’s spine, Kirishima finally dug in, vibrating all five of his fingers into the boy’s taut abdomen. Bakugou howled, arching his back and kicking wildly behind Kirishima as loud giggles and squeals escaped his ever-excited being.

“NAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHA!” Bakugou screamed, those fingers never relenting in their claw-shaped torment on his belly. “SHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!”

“Damn, Bakugou, you’re really ticklish,” Kirishima chuckled, massaging his fingers into the boy’s muscles, causing his to spasm like he’d been shocked, screaming and kicking and cursing all the while.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU AHAHAHA!” Bakugou guffawed, twisting and turning his body every which way as if he was trying to escape the mirthful torment Kirishima was putting him through. Suddenly, all at once, the tickling stopped, and Bakugou let in a gasp of air he didn’t even realize he needed. He opened his eyes and glared at Kirishima hovering above him, the redhead daunting a sinister grin that made Bakugou’s tummy do summersaults.

“What did you just say to me?” Kirishima questioned menacingly, bringing his free hand up to now hold Bakugou’s wrists in both hands, quickly bringing them both down under his knees with no fight from the blonde, who seemed to be frozen in...fear? Excitement? Either way, his eyes were blown wide, his chest heaving slightly from the attack and small titters still threatening to escape. But Bakugou was never one to back away from a challenge, no matter his condition. He couldn’t help the small twitch at the corners of his lips as he looked up to Kirishima in competition.

“I said: Fuck. You,” Bakugou spat out, and Kirishima could feel his body tense under him after he spoke the fierce words, almost like he was bracing himself for the inevitable. Kirishima shook his head with a grin, raising both his hands up in the air to once again wiggle tauntingly towards his victim.

“Oh, you are so gonna regret that,” Kirishima chuckled, lowering his hands down slowly towards the boy’s quivering belly. His stomach sucked in as if trying to evade the wiggly fingers, Bakugou’s eyes large and never looking away from those claws hovering over his sensitive torso.

Finally, his fingers touched down, skittering over the boy’s lower tummy and making his breath hitch, pursing his lips tightly and slamming his eyes shut at the teasing sensations. Kirishima’s fingers wandered and scribbled all over the boy’s torso, and for a few seconds Bakugou was able to keep his reactions at bay. That is, until Kirishima skittered on a spot right at the base of Bakugou’s ribs, causing the boy to jolt with a small yelp. Kirishima couldn’t contain his chuckle at the reaction.

“Ohoho, there it is,” Kirishima drawled, pinching at the spot that made Bakugou squirm. Bakugou growled, almost like he was trying to keep any cute little giggles to himself, but those incessant pinches just wouldn’t let up, and in seconds time he was a giggling mess under Kirishima’s touch.

“Nohoho! Fuhuhuck shihihit!- AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!” Bakugou practically screamed when he felt Kirishima vibrate his index and middle finger into that spot at his lower ribs right where it meets his back. He arched his spine up, kicking fruitlessly behind Kirishima’s body and cackling like a child all the while. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD! YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKING SHIHIHIT!”

“Well that’s really no way to talk to your best friend, now is it?” Kirishima tsked, clawing at Bakugou’s ribs and eliciting more screeches and cackles from the sensitive teen. “You’re so much more ticklish than I thought you’d be, I am loving this.”

“STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAHAT!” Bakugou shook his head back and forth, clenching his fists hard under Kirishima’s knees as if trying to keep himself from exploding the both of them both to ashes.

“What? That you’re ticklish?” Kirishima tilted his head with a smirk, pinching up and down the boy’s ribs rapidly, making his laughs soar up in pitch. “Cause, I mean, you are. You’re like, super duper ticklish! But it’s fine cause it’s totally cute,” Kirishima said the last bit without really meaning to, blushing slightly at his blunt statement, but deciding against ending the ticklish torment over it.

“NAHAHAHA! I’M NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE!” Bakugou denied through his cackles, continuing to shake his head in playful anguish. “FUHUHUCK OHOHOHFF!”

“Hmm...I don’t think I will. In fact, there’s a few more tickle spots I wanna try out, so you’re just gonna have to keep a-giggling for me, Bakubro,” Kirishima chuckled, taking his hands off the boy for a moment to give him a breather. Small breathy giggles and titters continued to spill from Bakugou’s lips during his rest, his head leaning back against the pillow in almost exhaustion. Kirishima leaned forward, placing both of his hands beside the boy’s head, leaving his face to hover over the boy’s own blushed one. Bakugou’s eyes widened a bit at the invasion of personal space, but never made an effort to push him off. Kirishima tilted his head like a curious puppy, “You’re okay, right? You don’t like, totally hate this? Cause I can stop if you really want me to.”

Bakugou’s cheeks were splattered pink, his eyes averting their gaze from the boy on top of him. He squirmed a tad under Kirishima’s straddle, shoulders hunching up slightly in embarrassment. “I mean...it’s not...the worst thing in the world…” Bakugou grumbled into his shoulder, eyes still refusing to meet the red-head’s own.

Kirishima grinned down at Bakugou, using one hand to gently cup Bakugou’s chin and turn his head to face his own. “I knew you didn’t hate it. I just wanted you to say it out loud,” he giggled at the blonde’s flustered and shocked expression, before quickly shooting his hands down to squeeze at Bakugou’s ribs with extreme ticklish precision. Bakugou shouted a cackle at the sudden change, his head shaking from side to side and eyes scrunching closed once more.

“OHOHO YOHOHU MOTHERFUHUHUCKER!” Bakugou guffawed, clawing at the sheets under Kirishima’s knees. Kirishima just giggled, working both of his middle fingers in between the tight spot where Bakugou’s arms were clamped against his ribs, digging into the spot just below his underarms that Masaru had told him about.

Bakugou shrieked, kicking harder than before as wave after wave of loud, unfiltered squeals and cackles left his chest.

“SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUCK OH MY GAHAHAD! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT SPOHOHOT YOU FUHUHUCK!” He screamed through his laughter, opening an eye to glare at Kirishima through his mirthful tears. Kirishima sported the biggest, shark-toothed grin he could probably muster, and it sent fluttering butterflies throughout the inside of Bakugou’s entire torso.

“Aww, is this spot bad, buddy? This spot tickle?~” Kirishima cooed, his fingers never relenting as they wiggled and dug into that one torutrous little spot that had Bakugou howling.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHU! YEHEHES! IT T-AHAHA! IT FUHUHUCKING TI-HEHEHE!” Bakugou couldn’t even get the flustering word out through all of his cackles and squeals, which amused Kirishima to no end.

“God how are you so adorable like this,” Kirishima sighed, finally bringing his fingers back down to teasingly scribble and wiggle all over Bakugou’s bare tummy. Bakugou dissolved into a puddle of high-pitched, breathy giggles, that had Kirishima fawning over him in seconds. “You’re so giggly, and I didn’t even know you could giggle before this!”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Bakugou practically whined through his giggles, his cheeks so pink and warm Kirishima could just melt in the cuteness of his flustered face.

“Oooh, I wonder if your belly button is ticklish too,” Kirishima eyed the little navel that bounced through Bakugou’s laughter, one of his fingers travelling over to circle around the button teasingly.

“NO! Nohoho, dohohon’t! Plehehease!” Bakugou pleaded, though Kirishima knew it was all just a front.

“Wow, I’ve got THE Katsuki Bakugou begging right now? Who knew I’d ever see the day!” Kirishima chuckled, worming a teasing nail into the navel and causing Bakugou to shriek and jerk underneath him. “Aww, it’s like a little giggle button!”

“Dohohon’t sahahay that stuhupid shihit!” Bakugou tittered, goosebumps forming all over his tummy from the feather-light way Kirishima scribbled over the skin.

“Alright, oneeee more place I wanna try, then we get back to Minecraft. Deal?” Kirishima moved his fingers to scribble slowly up and down the boy’s sides to let him respond, delighted at the way the movement made him squirm.

“Fihihine, whatehehever,” Bakugou braced himself for the final attack, gasping when he felt Kirishima’s hands leave his sides and rest on the top of his thighs. “Shit, shihit, shit, wahahait-!”

“Oh, this is a good spot, isn’t it?~” Kirishima teased, squeezing the muscle once to see Bakugou jerk and shriek under him. “Yup. Looks like a good one to me.”

“Ohoho plehehease, I cahahan’t, it’s so bahahad-” Bakugou whined, squirming and giggling despite Kirishima’s tickling on his thighs to even start yet.

“You’re a super ticklish guy, Bakugou, but you’re also super tough and manly. I know you can take it!” Kirishima hyped him up with a smile, just making Bakugou groan and roll his eyes with a snicker. “C’mon! Tell me you can take it!”

Bakugou huffed, gazing over at Kirishima’s face that plastered that stupid goofy grin of his. God why does he have to be so cute, Bakugou thought as he sighed with another eye roll.

“Fine, whatever, I can take it, just...fuckin get it over with already, you’re killing me heRE-HRGN! FFFAHAHAHAHA OH SHIHIHIT!” Bakugou keened, cackling and thrashing himself from side to side as both of Kirishima’s hands massaged into his upper thighs. The sensation was torturous, beyond torturous, his nerves were on fire and his muscles were pulsing under those terrible wiggling fingers, but if he could choose it, he’d feel like this forever if it were by the hands of that stupid fucking redhead.

“Damn, this must tickle bad , huh? You’re losing your mind!” Kirishima giggled, squeezing at those sensitive muscles like his life depended on it.

“FUHUHUCK! YEHEHES IT’S SO BAHAHAD! KIRIHIMAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded and begged, tiny droplets of mirth finally pooling at the corners of his eyes despite his best wishes. Kirishima could tell the blonde was finally reaching his limits, and slowed his fingers down until he was just resting his hands on top of the boy’s thighs comfortingly, rubbing up and down the sides to soothe the still giggling boy.

Kirishima smiled down at Bakugou who was still coming down from his giggle high, titters that could light up a whole room spilling from his lips and making Kirishima’s heart swell. “You alive, man?”

Bakugou coughed out his last giggle, still breathing heavy before giving Kirishima a lazy nod. Kirishima giggled, gently climbing off the boy and laying down beside him on the bed. Bakugou brought his hands up to rub at his still flushed face, and Kirishima couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. The red-head was grinning ear-to-ear, and he could tell that under the palms of those calloused hands covering Bakugou’s face, the blonde was too.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Bakugou brought his hands down, turning his head to face Kirishima with a small smile still visible, only on the corners of his lips. “You almost killed me, you bastard.”

“Sorry, you were...you were just really cute like that. I’ve never seen you giggle before,” Kirishima chuckled sheepishly, eyeing Bakugou’s nearly forgotten drink still sitting on the nightstand. He pointed over to it, Bakugou’s following the direction of his finger. “You should probably get a drink, you were laughing pretty hard there.”

Bakugou huffed, his cheeks flushing only slightly at the comment, but he still rolled over to grab the drink and turn back around to face the redhead. “Shut up, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, I know...too ticklish for your own good, huh?” Kirishima snickered, Bakugou punching his shoulder playfully while taking a sip of his milk. Kirishima rubbed the spot Bakugou punched with a grin. “I’m being serious, though. You really did look cute like that.”

Bakugou’s eyes refused to meet Kirishima’s. His hands cupped tightly around the bottle in his lap, thumbs fiddling with the plastic wrapper encasing it. Kirishima could see how flustered he looked despite their eyes not meeting and he almost felt a little guilty. But Bakugou finally glanced up towards Kirishima, and for the first time ever, the blonde looked...shy. “Do you really think that or are you trying to fuck with me right now? Cause it’s not very nice to fucking flirt with someone if you don’t mean it.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened a little at his bluntness to call it what it was; flirting. “Well, y-yeah. Yeah I meant it. For real,” Kirishima said, but he could tell Bakugou wasn’t sure if he meant it. Kirishima furrowed his brows, cupping Bakugou’s chin gently like he had while attacking the boy just minutes ago, turning his head so their eyes would meet. He stared intently at him, making sure his expression was as genuine as a person could be. “I’m serious, Bakugou. I...I think you’re really attractive,” Kirishima saw how Bakugou’s eyes moved, how he felt frozen under his touch but still somehow looked like he wanted to squirm. “You’re cute and super manly, which I didn’t even know could be a real combination until I met you. You’re...you’re my favorite person, Bakugou.”

They sat like that for a moment. Kirishima brought his hand back down to rest in his own lap, but their eyes never left each other. That was, until, Bakugou’s eyes drifted downward towards Kirishima’s lips. Kirishima’s heart faltered for a minute at the gaze, feeling hair standing up at the back of his neck. Bakugou’s eyes darted back up to Kirishima, a tilt forward in his head that asked Kirishima ‘is this okay?’ Kirishima just nodded with half-lidded eyes, before Bakugou slowly leaned forward, his own eyes closing as their faces finally met in the middle when Kirishima pushed his own head forward.

Their lips brushed shyly against one another, as if cautious and unsure if this was an okay thing to do, before Kirishima pushed into it, forcing their lips together. Bakugou brought a hand up to cup at Kirishima’s cheek, Kirishima doing the same to Bakugou. Bakugou felt like he was going to melt, or explode, or disintegrate or...or just keep kissing Kirishima until he couldn’t breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, they pulled apart, breathless and hazy. Kirishima opened his eyes first, and when Bakugou opened his and looked at Kirishima with those shy little eyes he didn’t have before, Kirishima couldn’t help but dissolve into a fit of giggles. His laugh was always too contagious, damnit, and before he knew it Bakugou was giggling along with him and he didn’t even know why.

When he finally caught his breath, Kirishima slumped back against the pillows of Bakugou’s bed, Bakugou following him to lay there and stare questioningly. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just...you tasted like strawberry milk.”

Bakugou paused for a moment, before chuckling, shoving at Kirishima playfully as they both snickered. “You’re a fucking dork.”

“Hm, maybe,” Kirishima giggled as he brought his face back closer towards Bakugou’s, meeting their lips once again in a soft kiss that lasted forever.

Kirishima would definitely have to thank Mr. Bakugou later for that helpful information about his son, because now their night tasted like strawberry milk and giggles, and Kirishima didn’t want anything else in the entire world than just that.

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A/N : hope you guys enjoyed that, sorry its so fucking long LMAOO i got very carried away. it took me a while to write and ive got a fucking headache so imma go lay down now, MUCH LOVE!! <33

[kusuguricafe]

Top 22 of 2022

end of the year tag game by @otomiya-tickles!!

part 1: fandom faves

1. favorite new fandoms of the year: I got into bnha this year and, fair warning, it became quite the obsession so a lot of my answers are related to this 😅

2. favorite new ships since this year: bakudeku 🧡💚 they are everything to me

3. favorite anime/tv show of the year: bnha

4. favorite movie of the year: it didn't come out this year, but I watched heroes rising for the first time this year and it was really something

5. favorite character of the year: ohh, tbh I can't choose between bakugou, deku, kaminari, or wanderer (aka scara redemption arc)

6. favorite soundtrack of the year: the sumeru battle themes absolutely slap, so I suppose it would have to be the genshin impact - forest of jnana and vidya ost

7. favorite book/manga/comic of the year: I started sasaki and miyano and I'm enjoying it so far!

8. favorite game of the year: this is a really tough one, it's gotta be either genshin, splatoon 3, or everyone's FAVORITE video game, my hero one's justice 2 (my partner and I have been playing it together, uh, a normal amount)

9. highlight of this year to remember: the "laugh! as if you are in hell" ova changed my life 💕 I remember watching the hype build up in the community, and when it was finally released, we all went bonkers reblogging the same few laughter clips again and again xD (honorable mentions: scara banner and bakudeku cranking 90s)

part 2: community review

10. favorite tumblr moments of 2022: well, I started my blog this year, and the amount of support I've gotten from all of you in just one year is absolutely mind-blowing to me!

I do have to shoutout the art and fic I commissioned this year by @ticklishfanart and @intheticklecloset. I'd never commissioned anything before and boy howdy, I couldn't be happier with how they turned out 🥹💖

kagehina fanart by @ticklishfanart renga fanart by @ticklishfanart kamibakudeku fic by @intheticklecloset

and I can't forget my fic requests either!!

bakudeku request by @my-tickle-blog spicy bakudeku drabble request by @otomiya-tickles bakudeku christmas drabble by @otomiya-tickles and of course, my squealing santa gift by @something1987

11. favorite fan art of the year: besides the ones mentioned above, definitely this bnha tickle fight comic series, this kiribaku, and this deku and all might by @simplysmilingdrew!!

12. favorite fic of the year: besides the ones I mentioned in question 10, it would have to be this bakudeku fic by @intheticklecloset and this bakudeku fic by @ticklishscumbag

13. favorite ask game of the year: I never actually received any, but I loved hearing others' answers to this voice ask meme! especially @ticklishfanart struggling to say her own blog name xD

14. my top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: starting my blog, reaching 5,000+ hits on one of my bakudeku fics on ao3 (how????), and reaching 100+ followers here on tumblr!! thank you guys 💕

15. my own best fic/post of the year: I really like how my tickletober teasing bakudeku fic turned out ^^

16. my most underappreciated fic/post of the year: hmm, maybe this genshin windtrace fic?

17. a post of mine that got more popularity than expected: the same teasing bakudeku fic I mentioned in question 15!!

18. something I changed on my blog since this year: it coming into being *cue albedo voice*

part 3: next year

19. something I didn't post this year but would like to do next year: I don't know if any of you guys remember, but I was planning on doing a valentine's day event this year that I never got around to finishing because I took on wayy more than I could manage in the small timeframe I gave myself. so, I am hoping on actually completing it and posting it by valentine's day 2023!

20. goals for next year: I don't have any specific goals, but I definitely want to continue writing more fics ^^ and flesh out my hybrid bakudeku au

21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most: I'm not sure when it's supposed to be released, but I am sooo excited for sk8 season 2!!!

part 4: spreading love

22. shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year:

@otomiya-tickles for this tag game, making me feel welcomed and appreciated, and for all the stellar content you provide 🙌 thank you queen, I don't know what this community would do without you

@intheticklecloset for their amazing writing and kindness they've shown me 💙

@ffeather-ficss, @ticklishscumbag, @veryblushyswitch, @happyandticklish, @volleeball-bo, @my-tickle-blog, @something1987, @impulsively-made-tickle-blog, @justmaybee, and @burningablaze for their amazing writing as well!!

@ticklishfanart, @skribblz, @chibimochii, @simplysmilingdrew, @vqler, @sleepysheepytea, and @dokidoki-muffin, for their incredible artwork

@wertzunge for their wonderful writing and premium anime tickle clips (idk how you manage to find and collect all of those, it's truly a feat to behold)

@lovelymessybubbly for her lovely art, positivity, and kind heart! 🥚💛

to everyone who has ever liked, reblogged, and especially left a comment on any of my posts or fics 💓 (to the people who keysmash and leave little comments in the tags, I see you, and you are very appreciated)

if you took the time to read this far, thank you so much 💖 I am so glad I finally gained the courage to make a blog this year. it's been so nice to be able to interact with the community, without only sending asks on anon. I am so grateful to everyone who has made me feel welcomed. here's to another year full of art, joy, and laughter! 🎉

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day One - Anticipation

Notes: For an anon request! This was actually a fic I already had started, so I kind of smushed it together with the prompt lol.

Summary: Bakugo isn’t ticklish and he’s insistent on proving the fact. 

“I haven’t even started yet!”

“I wasn’t ready!”

Bakugo’s arms were clamped firmly to his sides, his elbows darted in protectively. Just moments ago, they had been crossed behind his head, a confident smirk rearing its face across his features. The sight of a couple wiggling fingers had quickly changed that, however.

“C’mon man. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Kirishima attempted to force his voice into something encouraging, but he couldn’t help his own amusement. “You said you were going to prove me wrong.”

“I am,” Bakugo growled. Once more, he made to lift his arms, but the slightest twitch of Kiri’s hands in his direction had them crashing back down again. “Quit moving before I call start!”

“I haven’t even touched you,” Kirishima insisted, but he placed his hands behind his back dutifully. “There, see? Now can you at least let me start before you concede defeat?”

“I’m not conceding to anything-"

“Is that so?” Kirishima raised a brow. "How about you raise your arms then?"

The two held eye contact for a couple tense seconds before Bakugo looked away, face reddening. This was supposed to be easy. That was the only reason he had made the damn bet in the first place. It was only tickling, after all; he had survived far worse than that.

Kirishima smiled gently, the gesture both understanding and endeared, and it made Bakugo’s stomach swoop unsteadily. Slowly, he lifted his arms back up, tensing his muscles as he went to try to keep them there. He watched Kirishima carefully, but true to his word he didn’t move, instead sitting patiently on Bakugo’s waist like he had all the time in the world. He was annoyingly calm right now, the exact opposite of how Bakugo felt.

“There, see? Hardest part over. Now all you have to do is keep them like that for one minute, and you can claim the title of less ticklish.”

“Not ticklish,” Bakugo corrected quickly, hating the way the word flushed his cheeks pinker than they already were.

“Right,” Kirishima agreed, in the same voice you would use to appease a child about Santa Claus’s existence. “Not ticklish at all. So—are you ready?”

“Just get it over with already; I don’t have all day.”

Kirishima opened his mouth like he was gonna argue with him, but bit it back in the interest of time. He waited a bit, and once he was certain Bakugo wasn’t going to curl up or flee—both of which seemed like valid options at the moment—he carefully pulled his hands out. Both of them heard the sharp exhale as Kirishima raised his hands over his underarms once more, but neither of them chose to comment on it.

“Are you ready now?” Kirishima asked. Bakugo wasn’t sure if the words were meant to be teasing, but he couldn’t help the way he squirmed slightly under the poised fingers.

He gripped the headboard tightly; if he had a hold, he could do this. He just had to focus on the feeling of wood against his palms, the scent of Kirishima’s bodywash, the comfort of the blankets arranged beneath him.

Bakugo nodded, arranging his gaze somewhere to the left of Kirishima’s face; there was no way he could look him in the eyes while maintaining a straight face.

“Remember the rules.” Kirishima's fingers were inches away, moving closer with every second, and Bakugo shifted involuntarily on the mattress. “No laughing. No bringing your arms down.”

Bakugo could practically feel his hands, the electricity between their skin sending nervous bolts down his spine. Why the hell didn’t he just do it already?

“Because I’m merciful, I’ll allow you to smile.” A pause, annoyingly drawn out. “Which is good, because you most definitely would’ve lost already otherwise.”

Bakugo spluttered out something to the effect of “Fuck off", but it didn't come off as intimidating as he wanted it to.

“Really smiling too," Kirishima continued, evidently unaware of the various silent death threats aimed in his direction. "That’s practically a full-on grin; I barely get that normally from you.”

Bakugo's ears were tinged a violent pink (it was always a violent pink with him, as if even his embarrassment was aggressive in its natural state), mostly because Kirishima was right. “I said,” he repeated more clearly, glaring at him. “Fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“You fucking know what I fucking s—mmh!”

His lips clamped down as a single finger touched down at last. Just the one, gently scratching against the hollow under his arm. Bakugo’s arms jerked forward an inch before he managed to gather his self-control once more and force them back. It really didn’t tickle all that much yet. If anything, it was more like a persistent itch that he yearned to swat away. But there was something about the repetition of it, always one finger, always that spot, over and over again until Bakugo couldn’t help but squirm underneath him.

Kirishima noticed, of course. “Don’t tell me this is bothering you?” he scoffed, and Bakugo wanted to kick him. “I’m hardly even touching you, man.”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo emphasized, glaring at him. The grin, stupidly obvious on his face, said otherwise.

“Mm.” Kirishima hummed, casually bringing his other hand into the mix as well. Bakugo stiffened, squeezing his eyes shut. One finger had been okay. Two was beginning to become an issue. “I know for a fact I’ve tickled you way worse than this without you cracking, so what’s different this time? No, wait, don’t tell me,” he interrupted when Bakugo opened his mouth to protest the point. “I’ll guess. It’s more fun that way. Is it the spot? Is that what’s getting you so jumpy?”

Bakugo shook his head, not really denying the point, just trying to block his words out.

“Maybe it’s the challenge? You never could resist one and possibly you’ve exerted all your strength already in trying to overcompensate.”

“Y-You sound like Deheku,” Bakugo managed, ignoring the way his sentence stuttered as Kirishima added in a third finger. “It’s annoying.”

A fourth finger. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”

Bakugo was shifting more obviously now, arms trembling from how hard he was gripping the sheets, the pillow, the headboard, anything to keep them from crashing down like they desperately wanted to. It was definitely less of an itch now and more of a something. They both knew what that something was, but Bakugo refused to admit it, even to himself.

“Could it be the position?”

Both hands stopped, pausing, fingers held carefully against his skin. It was possible this was even worse. Bakugo’s nerves raced anxiously, like someone had injected him with lightning. Each minute twitch of Kirishima’s fingers, even accidental, had him on edge.

Bakugo made the mistake of looking at Kirishima questioningly and was met with a knowing smirk that sent dark heat creeping down his neck.

“Or is it simply knowing that you’re about to be tickled?” Kirishima continued, holding his gaze. In theory, Bakugo could simply look away, but he couldn’t seem to remember that in the moment. “Ah. I think that’s it. Right on the money, huh?”

“No, it’s—!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kirishima assured him, and all of a sudden, the tickling began again, fingers spidering over his shirt and nearly bringing his arms down right then and there. “Now that I know, I’ll make it easier on you. If it’s the anticipation that’s getting you, I’ll just hurry things up. Now you don’t have to agonize about it anymore. See? Isn’t this easier to withstand?”

The next day, Bakugo decided to ban teasing from any further competitions.

[trrickytickle]

Giggle Button

synopsis + other info- above A/N: YES i know you probably forgot you submit this but anyways @an-inkling-of ik ur more into other things and not mha by the time i answer this but UM im seriously late and am clearingout my whole blog ;-; and I HOPE THIS IS GOOD FOR U I THINK IT ISNT VERY GOOD AAAAAAAAAA enjoy

Bakugo growled in frustration, clicking on the video Kirishima had sent of him chugging a bottle of mango flavored Monster, the hardhead snorting and gagging in the process. Upon watching, a fluffy feeling overcame Bakugo like butterflies tickling his ribs. In stitches, he fell to the floor, giggling lightly and holding his stomach. After the brief moment, Bakugo had once again cursed himself for being so goddamn soft. For goodness sake, he was going to become the Number fucking One fucking Hero. Groaning sullenly, Bakugo went to bed, not long before opening Ticific, the number one.... dare I say it.... tickle fanfiction platform for Hero tickle fanfiction. As if that'd make him any more of a hard-ass. -------------1 DAY LATER--------------- His fluttery mood from yesterday were only further fueled by that damn site. Tickling was dumb and lame. His old friends, especially that damned Deku would constantly torment him with tingly sensation any chance they got. His dad would surprise him from behind by squeezing his sides. That was fluffy. An attempt to exploit a stupid weakness he had. But he wanted it. He wanted it, and he hated it. And somehow yelling profanities at his mild-mannered father for poking him in the stomach turned into his stomach churning at Mirko doing the same thing to Hawks in a pro-hero tickling fanfic. And just then, Bakugo Katsuki did the unthinkable. his clammy, slightly sparking hands tracing over his lower abdomen, while he giggled in a way that was both raspy yet high. He stifled the laughs, squeaking when he couldn't hold them in. God, this was embarrassing. Like a fool, he continued, sliding a finger into his own belly button and poking around like a damn five-year-old digging in a sandpit. Surprisingly, that made his laugh hitch up even more, and his face redder, sweat beads dripping down his hands and arms.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD. His laugh. His weakness. His obsession. A burden. He wanted it out. He wanted- -KNOCK KNOCK- "KATSUKI GET YOUR ASS DOWN AND OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!" His mom yelled. Rubbing his eyes and throwing on the nearest clothing he could find (a Crimson Riot hoodie Kirishima had left the last time he visited), Bakugo tossed himself down the stairs to answer the door, impolitely swinging it open, regretting the decision immediately upon noticing who was outside. "Heya Bakubro! I left my Crimson Riot hoodie- Woah, what a coincidence. Red's good on you, keep it." Kirishima said, putting the hood over Bakugo and ruffling his strawlike hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Bakugo said. I'll give it back." he replied. "Nah, I could stay for a while! Got no plans." Kiri deadpanned, smirking slightly. "Maybe I could wear one of your hoodies, blondie." "Don't go around thinking you can just rifle through my clothes like my room is some kinda thrift store." Bakugo remarked, with a rather calm tone, punching Kirishima's arm afterwards. ...... "Bakubro." "Bakubroooo!!!" "For the love of god, what, Shitty Hair!?" "Beep." Kirishima poked Bakugo's stomach, right over the belly button, making him squeak. Now, Bakugo knew Kirishima was a playful touchy-touchy type, but he wasn't. So he thought. "Aaah! Shit-gwa-DAMNIT! DON'T TOUCH!" He yelled, his face flushing.

"Bakugoooo... you said you weren't ticklish, right?" Silence, followed by loud squeals and giggles and curses and pushing while Kirishima kneaded into Bakugo's sides and making sure to poke every corner of his tummy, and drag his Quirk-enhanced nails along. "EhEhAHAAHA!! NO- (squeal) DAMNIT- GOD! I HAHATE THIS!" Kirishima halted. "You really do? I mean, everyone does, but did I go too- oh, you're sparking." Bakugo sweated literal bullets, looking away from his friend. "No. It's just this damned laugh." Kirishima moved his face directly in front of his, leaning in closer with a kindly but somehow threatening smile. "So you mean this damned laugh, right?" Kirishima tickled slowly along his lower torso- as he did to himself before. "Heheheh-yeaheheahes! (EEK) No- naha SHiH-iT!" Bakugo screamed, silently laughing in Kirishima's gentle and slight clutches. "Aw, this is actually really fun!" "(SQUEAL) (SQUEAL) Nohohot fun!" "Yeah, alright I'll stop it. Bakubro, your laugh is the best. Like, you never laugh." Pause. "You're stopping?" Bakugo said, regretting it immediately afterwards. "Oh, um I mean, Hairy Shit, um- FUCK you!" "So you're saying you want me to continue?" Bakugo nodded apprehensively, pointing to his belly-button and promptly covering his hands with his face. "Want me to getcha belly? Your lil tummy? The crap factory? The-" "Stop it, Shitty Ha- (SQUEAK) (SQUEAL)" "I literally have not started. Just want me to hold a finger up over here? Wiggle it on top?" Kirishima teased, knowing it would drive the blond boy crazy. "Nohoho- I wahant to-" "You want me to..." "LOOK, I KNOW YOU'LL THINK I'M NOT FUCKING MAN ENOUGH FOR YOU BUT I WANT TO BE TICKLED, DAMNIT!" Bakugo blew up. Figuratively. "Woah. Never said that, but sure. Just gonna go sloooow..." Kirishima swirled his finger round and round the vortex, causing Bakugo's breath to hitch- reaching its peak when his finger made it in. "Still going reeeallly slow..." Kirishima could still hear Bakugo repress hiccups of raspy laughter. Deep down, Bakugo wanted this to last forever, but all he would do is squirm in his seat and wait for it to end. Not like he wanted it to stop or anything, nevertheless his spiky-headed friend would quit doing the one thing he just dreamed of. And it was about to get even better. "Want me to stop tickling your giggle button now? We could like, go eat something." Giggle button. Giggle god damn button. Bakugo turned a feverish shade that could very well match Kiri's hair. As silent as a Bakugo could squeal, he mustered; "Keep doing it."

[theoncelee]

I made it all of one day keeping up with Tickletober. Stellar of me I know. So here’s yesterdays fic, I’ll hopefully be posting todays as well before the end of the day. I’m not super happy with this one but hopefully someone likes it haha.

Plus my stupid SAT studying brain kept lecturing me about grammar the whole way through this one. I had to keep reminding myself that I was writing goddamn fanfiction and it didn’t matter 😭😭

Anyways enjoy!! :)

Day Two- Drawn On

Fandom: MHA

Ship: Platonic or Romantic KiriBaku (lee!Bakugou ler!Kirishima)

Warnings: this is a tickle fic. Don’t read it if you don’t like that stuff. Some capital words but no entire sentences in this one.

A Paper Alternative

“Bakubrooooo I need your help,” Kirishima whined, barging into Bakugou’s dorm room with his spare key. Which was a normal thing to have, by the way, friends did that. Bakugou lazily glanced up from his phone, where he had been casually scrolling on his bed. Couldn’t he have one hour of piece without one of those damn extras bothering him? But it was Kirishima, so of course that came out as “sure, what’s up?

“I need to practice for my art project, can I use you?” The redhead asked. “What?” Bakugou replied, utterly confused. “Don’t you have paper, shitty hair?” “Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna ruin my good art paper before I know what I wanna do!” Kirishima explained, slightly embarrassed. “Tch, fine shitty hair. Do whatever,” Bakugou relented, collapsing back onto his pillow. “Awesome, thanks bro!” Kirishima beamed. He carefully placed himself on top of Bakugou’s thighs, rolled up Bakugou’s shirt, and grabbed his pens and markers. He took his first pen and lightly touched down on Bakugou’s toned stomach, focusing on his sketch. Luckily for Bakugou, that meant that Kirishima didn’t notice Bakugou’s eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sensation. The pen tip was smooth and relentless, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And FUCK it TICKLED. Kirishima was Bakugou’s best friend and the only one he allowed to come close enough to touch him. Bakugou hadn’t been tickled since he was really little; he’d honestly forgotten he even WAS ticklish. But fuck was that smooth pen gliding up and down his torso jogging his memory. Although, if he was more honest with himself than he wanted to be, what Kirishima was doing really didn’t feel all that bad. It was kinda nice. The only problem was keeping quiet so Kirishima wouldn’t notice.

That all changed when Kirishima started coloring. The felt tipped marker he was using tickled WAY more than the pen, and coupled with the consistency of Kirishima’s back and forth coloring motion Bakugou was DEAD. He jerked with a yelp before he began squirming for real. Kirishima looked up and saw Bakugou’s beat red face and strained smile and quickly put two and two together. His expression softened, but he decided to fake obliviousness for a little while longer. “Geez Bakubro, what’s got you all squirmy today?” he asked as he began coloring a very large shape at the bottom of Bakugou’s ribcage. “ngh, just, hurry uhup shihity hairr,” Bakugou strained, “I dohon’t have ahall day you kn-know.” Kirishima just chuckled and continued.

The biggest problem for Bakugou, was that the longer the tickle went on, the more ticklish it got. He was like a giggly bomb, destined to break if Kirishima’s incessant scribbling didn’t FUCKING STOP. When Kirishima scribbled the marker in Bakugou’s navel, Bakugou honest to god SQUEALED. With the damn broken, he collapsed back onto the bed in a fit of the SWEETEST giggles Kirishima had ever heard. “What’s the matter Bakubro? Ticklish?” Kirishima teased. And if he noticed how Bakugou barely fought back as he finished his picture, he never mentioned it.

The drawing ended up coming out stellar, a gorgeous tree with its shimmering branches reaching out all over Bakugou’s torso. And while Bakugou kicked Kirishima out of his dorm and threatened murder, he definitely dreaded having to shower the next morning and wash it off.