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[wreckingtickles]

1 Hour in Tickle Hell!

Sir Nighteye doesn't appreciate Izuku endangering himself, and Mirio takes it upon himself to punish him as customary for their agency...

Characters: Lee Izuku, ler Mirio

Words: 7,757

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Intense tickles under the cut!

“Reckless endangerment! You act like your life is of no consequence! But if you die, who is going to save everyone?”

That was the fifth rhetorical question Sir Nighteye asked of a bashful Midoriya as he paced up and down his office, dressing down the stiff teenager.

“Self harm! You risk permanent damage every time you push your Quirk too far, and if your disregard for your own health wasn’t a serious enough matter, what if you incapacitate yourself on the field? What if you had forced Mirio to choose between saving a civilian and you?!”

Neither was looking at the other, Nighteye yelling at the walls as if he couldn’t even bear to look at his intern at that moment, while his words weighed down Midoriya’s gaze and glued it to the floor. Deku understood everything the hero was saying, he realized he was right, but somehow he also knew that he’d make the same choices every single time.

Nighteye’s furious steps halted as he lowered his voice, “And worst of all…” he began before dramatically turning to point an accusatory finger at Izuku, “Your smile wavered! Who is going to believe that there is any hope if they feel like their rescuer is lying to them?!”

Once again, the intern said nothing. All Might’s former sidekick was going to kick him out of the agency, and even as he dreaded that verdict, part of him seemed to think he’d done nothing wrong. Was he really that arrogant?

“For all these infractions, I sentence you…”

Deku closed his eyes as if in preparation for a hard blow to the head.

“...to one hour in Tickle Hell.”

Wait, what? Izuku dared to look up. Nighteye’s impenetrable expression gave nothing away except his usual earnestness. Was that really it?

Mirio, still in his hero costume, piped up next to Izuku. “Sir, the machine broke.”

“Again?!”

“Tiffany’s coming on Monday.”

“Then you’ll carry out his punishment,” commanded Nighteye as he took his seat behind his desk. He’d already checked out of the conversation. “Any problems with that?”

“None, Sir, but since it’s his first time, might we do it after closing time?”

“Very well. Make sure you close up after you’re done.”

—

“Yeah, I lied about the machine,” revealed Mirio with a chuckle. “I just thought it’d be weird for you, especially since it’s your first time.”

“Oh. Thank you,” replied Izuku tentatively, not quite sure what to make out of the surreal deal. If nothing else, he was grateful he wasn’t being tickled in front of everyone else, though Mirio calling it his “first time” didn’t bode too well for his future.

“So, let’s take a seat!” urged Mirio cheerfully, wheeling out two office chairs so they faced each other and motioning for Izuku to choose one.

Blushing to his ears, Izuku took a seat. Mirio plopped down in the other, the mechanism groaning a little under his weight. He was being goofy to put him at ease, Izuku knew, and he wished he could be grateful for it, but the whole situation was too awkward. 

Mirio was sitting there in front of him with his comforting smile, as if it was a perfectly normal thing. And it probably was, in Sir’s agency. It’s not like his classmates didn’t tickle him all the time either. Literally: all the time. Apparently, he was just too adorable when he laughed. And while it could be very annoying, he didn’t mind too much, since he could tell it was done with affection and not to humiliate him. But he hadn’t known Mirio that long…

“Hey, you still there?” Mirio’s question snapped him out of his reverie. “You were muttering to yourself.”

“Sorry, it’s just… I feel bad that you lied to Sir Nighteye for me.”

“He probably knows and knows why I did it. And besides, I don’t really mind the machine. It’s a good time,” explained Mirio with his usual jolly tone. “So, you ok with me tickling you?”

Izuku blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded. What else could he say?

“Good! Do you want to set the timer, or should I?”

He was making him feel like an active participant. He had to be an incredible hero in a crisis. But Izuku was too nervous and couldn’t remember where he’d left his phone. “You, uh, you can do it.”

“Great! I’ll set it to 10 minutes, then you get a 2-minute break. That’s how the machine operates. So if you factor in the breaks, you’re only being tickled for 50 minutes! ” explained Mirio as he set the timer on his phone and placed it on the desk next to Midoriya, so he could check it at will. “One last thing! I need you to take off your shoes and socks. Oh, and to make it count, I need to tickle you under your T-shirt, or you can take it off if you prefer. Is that ok with you?”

“D-Do you really have to?”

“Yep!” said Mirio, clapping his hands on his thighs. “I agree with Sir, you need to learn that your well-being matters, so don’t expect me to play nice!”

Maybe the machine wouldn’t have been so bad after all. But then he remembered that each time he’d seen the machine in action, it always started with those fuzzy appendages that targeted the poor hero’s sides and hips, and Izuku shivered at the memory. One hour of the spot his classmates had told him was his worst for a whole hour?! No way.

“O-ok,” stammered Izuku as he began to remove his bright red shoes, carefully tucking them aside. He also slipped off his black socks - thankfully the agency had showers and he’d been able to wash up - balled them up, and put one inside each shoe.

“You’re very tidy, good for you!” praised Mirio, but Izuku was too tongue-tied to utter anything other than a bashful “Thanks.”

Izuku sat back down, forcing himself to keep his bare soles planted on the ground and to keep his back straight, his hands balled into nervous fists on his thighs. He wanted nothing more than to hide his face behind his knees and die of embarrassment.

Mirio was looking at him with that smile of his. There was no telling what he was thinking. “Oh, can you start the timer?” he asked suddenly.

“Y-Yes,” answered Izuku, anything to keep his mind off of what was about to happen. He reached his hand toward the desk, tapped the screen… and suddenly found himself in a world of hysterics as Mirio’s hands snuck up to his sides.

“WAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIT!!! IIHIHIHHI WAAHAHAHAHASN’T REEEHEHEHEHEHADDY!!!!”

“Not good, Midoriya! Expect the unexpected!” advised Mirio while his strong hands went on squeezing the green bean’s sensitive flanks. 

Izuku tried batting them away, grabbing his wrists, using any self-defense technique he’d learned, but Mirio was much stronger than him and even a mere few seconds of tickling had messed up his coordination. Betrayed by his own sensitive body, again!

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!”

It didn’t even matter that the senpai was tickling him through his T-shirt, all Midoriya seemed to be able to do was sink deeper into the chair and laugh as Mirio loomed over him.

“Oh wow, you’ve got it bad!” remarked Mirio with a chuckle. “Are you ticklish anywhere else?” he asked as he moved up to the trainee’s ribs. This time, the fabric of Izuku’s statement shirt lessened the effect of the probing fingers that vibrated and raked at his ribcage with single-minded dedication. 

“AAAHAHahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEHHHEHEHahaahasssseeheheheh!!! StoohoHOHOHOHOP!”

“No can do, Midoriya! This is your punishment! Take your tickles with pride!”

Izuku couldn’t tell to what extent Mirio was teasing him and to what extent he was being his goofy self, but he found himself trying to hide his beet red face from his upperclassman, and failing miserably as the the thumbs suddenly pressing into the bottom of his ribcage forced him to squeal and to try to push the offenders away from him.

“NAAAAhahaahahahahahaha!!! IhihihihIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIcklehehehehehehehssss!!”

Mirio couldn’t believe how adorable the first year looked when he laughed freely, his face scrunched up and his beautiful smile on full display as the boyish laughter rang in the empty office, an informal welcome.

Mirio hadn’t expected it would be that much fun. He could tell that Izuku, after the shock of the first few moments, was torn between trying to escape the tickles and forcing himself to sit still and embrace his weird punishment, and the clash between his will and his sensitivity made his struggle all the more endearing.

But when the probing fingers entered Izuku’s underarms, Izuku was suddenly of a single mind about his predicament.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! TOOOHOHOHOGAHAHAHATA!!! IIII CAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNNN’TT!!!”

He had fully sunk in the back of the chair, his legs kicking wildly at either side of the goofy tickle monster as the latter leaned forward to negate Izuku’s attempt to merge with the cushion, his tongue stuck out in concentration as he was determined to mine that weak spot for all it was worth. 

Naturally, the greenette’s natural reaction was to clamp down his arms, succeeding at limiting the range of motion of those pesky fingers… too bad they were exactly where Mirio wanted and Izuku didn’t want them.

“TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHHIIHHIIHMMEEE!!! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHHIHHIHIMME!!!” squealed izuku through the gales of laughter.

Mirio raised his head - he didn’t even need to relent to glance at the stopwatch - and gave him an apologetic smile. “Take my word for it, you don’t want to know,” he promised as his index fingers made a push deeper into the all too sensitive hollows.

“YAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

Mirio simply couldn’t believe how adorable the greenette sounded and looked when he was flailing in the throes of ticklish agony, his entire body tensing up from under Mirio, his eyes widening with shock for a moment, as the fingers inched upward and inward, teasing the very sensitive skin at the center of Midoriya’s underarms.

“OOOOOHOHOHOHO NOOOOHOHOHOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Izuku didn’t know what to do. They’d probably just started, but Mirio was going at it with an enthusiasm he hadn’t anticipated, he really seemed hell-bent on making that punishment feel like… a punishment.

But even through his T-shirt, it tickles so much that Izuku gave up hope of controlling his reactions, and he reflexively started pushing Mirio away in any way he could - and with his arms being out of commission as they were locked in their ineffective barricade, that meant trying to create enough space by wedging a knee against Mirio’s chest, then pushing with his other foot.

That maneuver had been created with grappling in mind; but in that specific scenario, it would lead to more harm and good, because when Mirio felt the foot push against his chest, he didn’t try to oppose it: he grabbed it. “Rookie mistake, young Midoriya.”

Izuku was almost relieved that first one hand, then the second left his poor pits alone. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late, because four fingers were already scribbling up and down his bare sole.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Nohohohoahaht thehehehehehehehehehehhere!!!”

It was only one foot, but there was no protective layer of fabric between the tickling fingers and the tickled sole, and Izuku really did not want to make the same mistake twice, so he tried to keep his other foot firmly planted on the ground, or at least out of Mirio’s reach, but no matter how hard he kicked, Mirio’s grip was a steel vise, and he only succeeded at rolling his chair farther and closer to his tickler.

For his part, Mirio was plenty happy to take his time with the one sole he got, a little squat and small in his hand, but arguably a little big on someone Izuku’s height, while he waited for the second to inevitably fall into his lap. He abandoned his scattershot approach in favor of a more analytical one, scratching briefly at the heel…

“Hahahahahahaha!!! Hehehehehehehehehehe!”

Then the scribbling fingers traveled up the arch, lingering on the instep when Mirio noticed that Izuku’s giggling grew more squeaky…

“Hahahahaahha!! NEHEHEHEHEhehehehehehehehhahahahaaha!!!”

He dragged his fingernails up and down the arch, and whenever Izuku would attempt to lessen the sensation by scrunching up his sole, Mirio would briefly focus on his arch right above his heel, constantly switching between those spots… It wasn’t just classmates who were oddly skilled at tickling!

“Ohohohohahahahahahahaha!! HAHAahahahahahahahahahaha!!”

Finally, the dull fingernails reached Izuku’s bubble-like toes, eliciting bubbly giggles and squeaks from the greenette, who gripped the armrests for dear life as Mirio seemed to have no intention of letting go and repeatedly stomped the ground with his other foot.

“NeheheehehHEHEHEHEHEEHHEEHE!!! Hahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaha!!!”

“Your toes are so small and cute,” teased Mirio, proceeding to run his thumb on the underside of his toes before grabbing them one by one as if playing ‘this little piggy’. He’d noticed how Izuku wasn’t even trying to negotiate or plead, but had accepted his predicament even as his body fought against it. Either he didn’t hate it, or he was used to it.

Izuku went on squirming in his seat, floundering as his priorities were split between maintaining his balance and hiding his face. Mirio took that chance to lift his ankle higher, throwing him slightly off balance and forcing his other leg to kick out, and Mirio was ready, rapidly scooping both ankles in a headlock and spidering his fingers all over both soles.

“NOOOOhohohohhoho!!! SeheheehEHEHEHHEHEhenpaaaahahahahaihihi!!!! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAahahahahahahhaha!!!”

“You sound so happy!” remarked Mirio, as if Izuku needed additional teasing. “Is this your most ticklish spot?” 

Izuku didn’t know if his armpits or his feet were worse despite the wealth of experience his classmates had regaled him with, they were bad in different ways, but he knew there was one spot that was even worse. He wasn’t going to say it, but he wasn’t going to lie either, and the compromise seemed to be to laugh his head off.

“I’m not hearing a no,” said Mirio as his frenzied scratching got faster, focusing on the arches and Izuku’s toes.

Izuku threw his head back as the ticklish sensation coursed up his body… and felt himself fall before his shoulders hit the ground.

Mirio stopped tickling him immediately. “Are you hurt?”

Izuku took a few deep breaths, shielding his face once more as he shook his head no.

“Good!” trilled Mirio before sending him into a new fit of laughter as he resumed tickling the squat soles. “Just kidding,” he said after a few moments, letting go of Izuku’s ankles and offering him a hand, which Izuku took. In a moment, he was back on his feet, welcoming the cold floor under his pink soles.

Izuku took that chance to glance at the timer. Six minutes. It hadn’t even been six minutes yet. Izuku went pale, meaning that his scarlet complexion dimmed to a dark pink. But he didn’t have a lot of time to mull over that piece of info, because he was suddenly pulled into Mirio’s lap, the upperclassman’s thick forearm a steel bar that pinned his chest.

Any protest Izuku might have formulated dissolved into gleeful cackles as Mirio’s free hand crawled under his tee and started scratching at his taut stomach.

“NEHEHEHahhahaahahahahahaha!! Stoohhohohohahahahaap PLEHEHEHEHEHAAASE!!”

“Here too? You are one ticklish guy,” chuckled Mirio without being bothered by Izuku’s attempts to grab his wrist or shield his tummy, being much stronger than the green bean who seemed hell bent on not using his Quirk to get away.

Mirio’s friendly claw was wreaking havoc on Izuku’s belly, inflating and depressing to the bright tune of his laughter. He roamed all across the abdominal expanse, dipped one finger in Izuku’s bellybutton to unleash a few adorable squeaks, spidered his fingers on his lower belly and waist, then let his hand tweak at every part of Izuku’s skin under the tee, revisiting his sides, his ribs, making brief attacks on his pits, before descending and squeezing  Izuku’s hip…

The greenette’s eyes bulged open as he screeched “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NahahahahahHAHAAHAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHARRE!!!”

“I think you really mean it this time,” teased Mirio as he went on pinching and squeezing at the dreaded spot, switching sides so Izuku couldn’t keep up. When he saw there were only 20 seconds left, “You’re almost there!” he cheered as he latched onto Izuku’s hip and dug in repeatedly, fully unleashing his inner big brother to really give the younger student a laugh.

He kept his eye on the timer in case he couldn’t hear it over Izuku’s laughter, and when he saw it hit zero, he immediately let go of the green bean, only helping him steady himself so he wouldn’t fall again.

“There, there,” he said. “Take deep breaths.”

Izuku jumped off Mirio’s lap and landed on the chair in front of him, his perception of the hot seat completely altered after the last round of tickling.

“You good?”

“I’m… ok, just… uh…” stammered Izuku, and at first Mirio thought he was simply catching his breath, btu then he noticed how the green bean’s gaze was glued to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” said Mirio, causing Izuku to perk up. “Between my Quirk and working with Sir, sometimes I forget that some things come across as a bit weird outside of this office.”

“No, it’s… it’s ok, really,” assured Midoriya.

“I should have offered to let you tickle me first, because it’s really no big deal! Laughing is fun. Sometimes, if I’m having a hard day, I ask Sir to let me use the machine to feel better.”

That was some major Kirishima energy coming from the heroic goofball, and that familiar attitude relaxed the hold that embarrassment had on Izuku’s chest.

“But if it’s too weird for you, I can let you use the machine, or we can speak to Sir tomorrow and try something else!”

A wave of gratitude washed over Izuku. Still, “No, it’s… I want to do this,” he said. “Ihit’s not too… weird. In fact, I’m… kind of used to it.”

Mirio smiled. “I can believe that, your laughter really lights up the room! It’s so nice to listen to.”

That comment caused Izuku’s arm fortress to envelop his face again. Even so… “T-thanks,” he said. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that, and he’d started to accept it as a compliment. Since they’d moved into the dorms, pretty much every brush with tickling he’d had was not a way to demean him, but affectionate physical contact or a silly way to bond, and it had started to remove the sting of past memories with it.

And Mirio… Izuku was a bit intimidated by the upperclassman who should have received One for All in his place, he was just so amazing that despite his kind demeanor, or perhaps precisely because of it, Izuku felt some kind of resistance at the prospect of getting close to him. And still, over time, he’d started to want to be his friend. So the fact that he was acting the same way his friends did was… comforting.

“Ready for round 2?” asked Mirio.

“A-Already?”

“You have one more minute, don’t worry, but I have a proposal. Two, actually!”

“Ok,” replied Izuku nervously.

“First: we use the machine’s restraints so you don’t have to worry about punching me in the face or activating your Quirk. Sounds good?”

No, it didn’t, but it made sense, and he trusted Mirio. Even so, he gulped before saying, “Yes.”

“Proposal the second: if you want to get this over with quicker, we can turn on the machine while I tickle you. We’ll say that cuts the remaining time in half. What do you think?” 

If Izuku tried to hide the panic in his eyes, he certainly failed. That would allow them to go home sooner, especially Mirio, who was essentially working overtime due to Izuku’s own mistakes, but the green bean didn’t want to find out what being double-teamed felt like. “M-Maybe later.”

Mirio nodded, his smile unwavering, and walked over to the machine’s control panel. “Let’s see…”

As he pressed various buttons, the machine began to shift, changing its angle, adding and removing restraints, creating protrusions and depressions. That thing was a lot more customizable than Izuku had ever thought, and he couldn’t help wondering who had made it and how much money Sir must have spent on it.

“Hop on,” instructed Mirio. The machine was nearly unrecognizable. It was at around a 30° angle from the floor, with a large cubic protrusion emerging from the bottom that seemed to be intended as a seat. Two metal rings jut out from the front of the cube - ankle restraints, surmised Izuku. There was a second set of restraints at the top of the machine, two adjacent parallelepipeds with circular holes.

Izuku sheepishly made his way toward the machine, eyeing the four cavities from which the tickle-tools were supposed to come out. But he knew they wouldn’t unless he gave Mirio the go ahead.

Before hopping on the cubic seat, however, he paused to remove his top - his hair was already damp and he didn’t want to sweat through his change of clothes as well. Considering how many times he’d seen Mirio naked due to Quirk-related accidents, he didn’t feel too awkward.

Mirio flashed Izuku a thumbs-up as the latter climbed into the machine, the cold metal not entirely unpleasant against his bare back. He placed his ankles into the two rings, which snapped shut around the cuffs of his emerald trousers, then raised his arms over his head and fitted his wrists through the padded restraints above him.

Lying there was certainly more comfortable than standing or thrashing about in an office chair, but it also made Izuku feel that much more exposed and vulnerable, his entire upper body stretched out and on full display, his bare feet dangling out of reach.

His nervousness was partly allated when he saw Mirio step closer to him, having concocted a rather extravagant solution to allow Izuku to see the timer: he’d put his phone in his armband and donned it on his head, so the screen was smack dab in the middle of his forehead. It was exactly the kind of kind and silly thing Mirio would do to put someone at ease, and Izuku felt a wave of affection for the older student.

“Are you ready? I won’t be too mean, I promise.”

Izuku nodded, steeling himself.

“Ok. Boop the timer,” instructed Mirio as he leaned closer to Izuku’s face, allowing him to start the timer with his nose. It took a few tries, and Izuku chuckled in spite of himself. Mirio was trying so hard to put him at ease, he had to do his part too.

“Timer booped successfully,” he said as he tried to approximate the upperclassman’s speech.

“Fantastic!” exclaimed Mirio an instant before he started squeezing Izuku’s knees.

The ticklish jolt caused the greenette to jump a little, and Mirio went on squeezing, looking for just the right spot as his fingers probed at the fabric and the muscle under it.

“Eep! Eek!” yelped Izuku repeatedly, before the string of squeaks melded into a steady stream of high-pitched giggles as Mirio’s thumbs found just the right spot above each kneecap and wouldn’t let go.

Izuku’s titters were just too precious, Mirio knew at that moment it wouldn’t be the last time he’d volunteer to punish the green bean if he kept running headlong into danger. There was something so innocent about the way he kept scrunching his fists and soles to cope with the sensation, about the way his toes pointed inward as he twisted his knees to escape the tickles.

It was such a mesmerizing sight that Mirio ended up spending way more time on that spot than he’d intended, so he tried to make up for it by goosing Izuku’s thighs. 

“Hehehehehehehehehehe!! Hehahahahahahahahahahaah!!!”

Thankfully, the thick fabric diffused some of the pressure, making it a lot more bearable than it would have been otherwise.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” asked Mirio.

“Ihihihit tihihihckleehehs buhuhut Ihihih cahahahn tahahahahke ihihihit!” admitted Izuku.

“Ok, good to know!” replied Mirio. “Time to get serious!”

And he started spidering his fingers up and down Izuku’s ribs and sides. momentarily avoiding the hot spot that were his hips, but not holding back at all otherwise, playing the green bean like a piano.

The reaction was immediate.

“OhnoohohohOHOHOHHOAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” 

Izuku burst into laughter, it was so much worse when he was shirtless and couldn’t squirm away!

And Mirio didn’t linger on a single spot for too long, letting his fingers travel up and down, up and down, delivering light and quick touches like kitten licks.

Next he tried slowly dragging his fingernails, caressing the skin, and while Izuku’s laughter seemed to decrease for a moment, the longer he kept it up, the higher in pitch it rose, and it quickly spilled forth again, bubbling like a cauldron.

“EhehehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAH!!! PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHSE STOOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHPP!!!”

The contrast between Izuku’s frantic struggling and the slowness and delicateness of Mirio’s touches was just beautiful, enough that the older student wondered if he’d just found his new favorite antistress. Lighter touches seemed to work just as well, if not better. That would make the machine very effective.

But he wouldn’t rest on his laurels, because when the fingernails ended their umpteenth descent, skipping slightly as they hit the ridges of Izuku’s ribcage before curving down the soft slopes of his sides, he began his ascent by squeezing at the flanks, massaging the area with his thumbs as he did so.

Izuku’s laughter instantly became lower-pitched, but also louder, a new gale spilling forth as he was blindsided by Mirio’s new technique. 

When he reached the base of the greenette’s ribcage, he laid off on the squeezing and let his thumbs do most of the work, digging in and massaging, causing Izuku to snort. Mirio lingered briefly on that spot just to get him to let out that adorable sound again, before proceeding to count each of his ribs in a rather torturous manner, and then back down, and up again.

“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH!!! HAHAHHAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Satisfied with his initial exploration, Mirio then began mixing and matching methods and spots, digging his thumb in Izuku’s floating ribs while squeezing his side, scratching at his ribs while lightly dragging his fingernails down his flank, sometimes using both hands on the same side of his body, just to constantly keep him guessing.

The uncertainty and ever-changing pattern made it impossible for Izuku to get used to the sensation. Through half-lidded eyes, he managed to see there were about 4 minutes left. He could do it!

And then he felt Mirio’s fingers in his armpits.

“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!”

Mirio smiled at the mirthful outburst. If Izuku reacted like that when his underarms were under fire, how would he react when Mirio would get to his hips? For the time being, however, he was perfectly content with driving the greenette up the wall by wiggling his fingers in the damp hollows, his scribbling motions light and quick since that seemed to be particularly effective.

And Izuku could attest to it. “HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! PLEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Three minutes.

Mirio kept it up for a few more moments before switching to massaging the hollows top to bottom with his thumbs, pressing gently but firmly, and though Izuku wasn’t as hysterical as before, there was no stopping the cyclical torrent of guffaws and spasms.

“It’s not as bad when I use my thumbs, right?” he asked.

Izuku would have preferred not to talk, but even if past experiences had taught him to answer his tickler, he still felt some kind of obligation toward the older student, so he forced himself to reply, “HIHIHIHIYEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!!”

Mirio snickered at his own deviousness. Izuku would forgive him, he just had to do it. Time must have been almost up anyway.

“Good to know,” he responded before plunging his thumbs into Izuku’s hips, using the same massaging technique on the depression next to the bone and on his waist and V-line.

Izuku screeched. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH!!”

He convulsed as if he’d been electrocuted, but the thumbs wouldn’t let go, so shrill, howling laughter exploded out of him. His shock of emerald hair flung droplets of sweat as he desperately shook his head in denial, a few landing on the display on Mirio’s forehead that kept ticking down. 1:43.

Even a few seconds in, Izuku’s laughter didn’t seem to subside at all. The poor guy was really ticklish. But Mirio wasn’t torturing him to have fun.

“Hey Midoriya, can you still hear me?”

“GHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEEHEHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

“It tickles a lot, doesn’t it?”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHHAAHAHKK!!! HAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH YEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHA!!!!”

“Good! So the next time you throw yourself into the fray without regard for your well-being, remember this, because I’m going to do it again. Got it?”

“EEEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!! PL-PLEEEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I need to hear you say it!” demanded Mirio as he started squeezing his hips rapidly.

Izuku’s eyes flew open, dripping ticklish tears down his cheeks. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHSSSSS!!! YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Good.”

Mirio gave a few more squeezes before his fingers relented, slowing to a stop a few moments before the timer went off.

“You’ve made it through round 2! Very well done!” he cheered, but Izuku was too busy filling his lungs with hair to respond.

“It’s a great workout for your core, isn’t it?” asked Mirio as he patted Izuku’s stomach. 

The greenette winced, expecting Mirio’s fingers to curl and start tickling him again, but the upperclassman did no such thing.

“Whoa! Wat is that, some kind of manly endurance test?!”

Izuku felt a mixture of relief and horror when he noticed that two figures were standing on the threshold, and if the outline Izuku could make out through the mist of tears hadn’t been enough to identify one of them, his energetic, enthusiastic voice was unmistakable.

“I want to try it!!” beamed Kirishima, his whole face lighting up at the prospect of such a fun challenge.

“Hey, Tamaki! And you must be Kirishima, right?” asked Mirio, pausing the timer as he went to greet them. “This is supposed to be a punishment, but I can try asking Sir if you’d like.”

Izuku blinked the tears away and noticed Kirishima staring straight at him and the machine with awe, while Tamaki was doing his best to look at anything but Izuku, which made the supremely awkward meeting feel even more unbearable.

“I think y-you and t-this one have something in common,” stammered Tamaki in what may have been a tragic attempt at a quip.

“Hey Midoriya! How’re you holding up?”

Izuku nodded, muttering a feeble “F-fine.”

Mirio patted him on the head. “This champ has been going at it for twenty minutes. Only thirty to go!”

Kirishima’s eyes bulged as he did the math. “Fifty minutes?!”

He knew very well just how ticklish the greenette was, and the compassion and admiration he felt for him was bottomless.

“Think you could handle it?” asked Mirio.

Kirishima crossed his arms in front of his chest, instinctively protecting his sensitive upper body. “Good luck, Midoriya,” he wished somberly.

“Let’s leave him to rest, he’s earned it,” commented Mirio as he tried to move the conversation away from the disheveled greenette. “What brings you here?”

“Fatgum a-asked us to get case file TK-131. S-Sir Nighteye approved, he told us y-you’d be here.”

“That must be somewhere in the archive, I’ll help you find it! Have you been waiting long?”

This time it was Kirishima who replied. “Just a minute or two, we heard laughter inside and Suneater told me it was normal and to wait.”

Mirio smiled at his shy friend. “Good! The archive is downstairs, the door on the left, I’ll come help you out in a moment.”

Tamaki thanked him and led Kirishima away, but not before the redhead pumped his fist at Izuku to encourage him, while Mirio made his way back to Izuku.

“I have to help them for a little bit. Think you can handle the machine?”

At that stage, Izuku doubted that the machine’s fluffy appendages could be worse than Mirio’s strong and uncomfortably skilled fingers, so he was almost relieved to hear the offer.

“Great! I’ll just set it, give me a second… So, this would be the third round, so Level 3 it is… standard tools? Yes… 10 minutes… starting in 1 minute. Need a bathroom break?”

Izuku slowly worked his way through the words Mirio was saying to him, elaborating through a cloud of artificial giddiness. 

“S-Sorry you have to… do this on my… account,” he panted.

Mirio shook his head and retrieved Izuku’s bottle to let him drink. “You really have nothing to apologize for. But is it weird if I say I’m doing this because I agree with Sir?”

Izuku allowed himself to chuckle, his sore throat refreshed by the drink. 

“A little bit. But it’s not… so bad.”

Mirio smiled back, remembering only at that moment to remove the band from his forehead. “I’m going to go help them. And not like there’d be anything wrong with it, but we’re not going to hear you downstairs.” He winked and went after the Fatgum interns.

Izuku closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath and slow down his pulse. He could do it. It was just a workout. A very weird workout. And embarrassing, too. But Mirio’spersonality had the power to remove the sting of shame. For the most part. He could do it. He’d been through worse.

He took one last deep breath as the machine whirred to life. He eyed the lower set of openings, the ones of a height with his waist. It was just going to be a bit of fluff, he could take it. Fluff designed specifically to tickle him into submission. Even if that was true, it couldn’t be worse than a human with five fingers per hand!

But as the pink appendages emerged, looking like something in between foxtail spikes and miniature feather dusters, Izuku couldn’t help but notice that there were two per opening, and they immediately got to work, feathering his sides and his even more sensitive hips, from the bone to the waist of his trousers.

“Hehehehehahahahahahahahahaha!!! Hihihahahahahahahahaahahahahahaha!!! N-Nohohohahahahaha!!”

Izuku, and way too many people around him, knew he was feather ticklish. In fact, he could feel every little barb of each of the four appendages, coming together for an effect greater than the sum of their parts. It felt different from rougher forms of tickling, like it was calling on his skin to come alive, a teasing sensation that was just as intense as form of stimulation with more pressure, but for which laughing did not feel like a suitable outlet, causing him to dissolve into breathy, hiccuping giggles punctuated by the occasional snort - less loud, just as tortured, and, possibly, even cuter.

And just as Izuku started questioning whether he’d underestimated certain things, the machine powered up again, extruding two more pairs of fuzzy appendages that began to oscillate up and down his ribs and in his underarms. What a terrible time to find out that his armpits were just as receptive to soft tickles as his hips.

“Wahahahaahahahahahaihihihit!!!! F-Fohohohohouhuhur wehehehehehehre ehehehnOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHahahaahahahahahahahAHAHhHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!”

But Izuku was in for another disappointment, because amidst his thrashing and laughing, he didn’t notice a panel slide forward under his feet, and an additional four fuzzy appendages got to work on thoroughly tickling his soles from heel to toe, one pair largely focusing on his arch and instep, the other on the ball and the base of his toes.

No new ground was broken this time - Izuku already knew that his feet were also extremely feather sensitive.

“NEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!! IHIHIHIT’S TOOHOHOHOHO MUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHHCCCHHH!!!”

And that was when he realized that no matter how much he begged, the machine wouldn’t relent, the machine wouldn’t stop. He was on the hook for the entire ten minutes. 10 minutes during which the fuzzy appendages would keep caressing his sides and ribcage, dancing in his underarms, following the defined line of his pecs and back into the sensitive hollows, slithering up and down and across his soles so no matter how much he scrunched or waved them, they’d never escape the tickles, torturously teasing his waist and hips, inevitable.

The specially designed fuzz wouldn’t warp from continuous contact with ticklish skin or by absorbing the moisture of the layer of perspiration it erected as a last defense, no, it would keep delivering surgically precise tickles for the entire time it had been programmed to, without mercy or emotion, the twelve swaying appendages like hands counting down the seconds, and Izuku the hysterical, overstimulated clock face.

It tickled so much and in such a teasing, penetrating way that Izuku couldn’t help fighting against the sensation, trying to distract himself by counting, telling himself it couldn’t be much longer, but the seconds stretched into minutes and the stimulation was overwhelming.

First he stopped thrashing, not because he’d run out of energy or wanted to save it, but because he’d accepted defeat. He wasn’t going anywhere. Once again, he could only embrace what was happening to him, trying to focus on the smaller part that felt pleasant rather than torturous.

Then he stopped begging, which he’d kept up not to convince anyone except himself, that there was something he could do to put an end to it, at least at first, then the pleas melded into a mantra, which was finally broken by the hiccups and snorts.

Finally, he let the tears roll down his cheeks freely, unencumbered by shame or delusions of control, cutting through the freckles and dripping down his neck, allowing the giddiness to consume him.

That was the state Mirio found him in, plus a multitude of hiccups, a minute or so after the machine stopped, having already sent Tamaki and Kirishima on their way.

“Well done! you’ve made it past the halfway point!”

Izuku was too busy huffing and puffing to reply, but accepted Mirio’s offer of another sip of water and declined a toilet break. 

“You know, I was a bit like you a few years back,” said Mirio, filling the silence while he allowed Izuku to recuperate. “I wanted to keep everyone safe. Except for myself, I guess.”

The greenette forced himself to look at Mirio.

“It’s like Sir said. If you die, you can’t save anyone else. Think of all the good you could do in the future.”

Izuku sighed. If only it were so easy. The Quirk he’d been given, All Might’s torch…

“But it’s not just that. I understand you want to prove your worth, but you aren’t just a hero. You’re a person. You have people who love you and a life to live to the fullest.”

That struck a chord within Izuku. How often had he worried that his classmates were putting too much pressure on themselves? That they - no, not even him - weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet?

“And if you want to be a hero, be a hero for as long as you can. You have to value your life and respect your body. Got it?”

Izuku thought he could hear echoes of All Might in the upperclassman’s words, and wondered if he’d ever given Mirio a similar speech. Maybe he wasn’t changing his priorities yet, but there was something to that opposing viewpoint, something he’d have to confront, because it came from someone who seemed to understand him.

The green bean swallowed the last of his hiccups to simply say, “T-Thanks.”

“Mull it over, ok? Now we just have to make sure it sinks in. Only two rounds left!”

Twenty minutes. The thought horrified Izuku. No. He wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“Can… you do it… too?” he asked, pushing down his nervousness. “To… halve the… time.”

The only way out was through.

Mirio would have patted Izuku on the shoulder if the way he was restrained didn’t make it impossible. “A fine choice, Midoriya! No need to turn up the intensity either,” he replied as he programmed the machine.

“You ready?”

Izuku steeled himself, then nodded.

The machine started up again, the appendages instantly sending Izuku into a new fit of hysterics. 

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!”

“You’re a brave one,” said Mirio as he walked toward the guffawing greenette. “Now, repeat after me. My life is important,” he instructed as he started squeezing his knees again.

“HEhehehehhahahahahaahahahahaha!!! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHNNT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA!!”

“Sure you can!” urged Mirio while moving up to Izuku’s thighs, to give him an extra incentive. “My life is important!”

Izuku had convinced himself that with the machine already overwhelming his senses, Mirio’s touches would have lost some of their power. He was wrong.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! M-MYHIHIHAHAHAHAHHAA LIHIHIHHIFE IHIHIHHIS!!! IHIHIHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“You can do it!” said Mirio while kneading his thumbs into the muscle of Izuku’s thighs.

“IHIHIHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIMPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! IMPOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHARTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNTT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

What Mirio was doing, reaching deep under the skin, tickled in a completely different way from the twelve - twelve! - mechanical foxtails writhing in all his most ticklish spots, so instead of diffusing each other, the sensations compounded to instantly make Izuku regret his decision.

“You’re doing great! ‘My health is important!’”

Mirio’s requests prevented him from sinking into the sensation, forcing him to remain present at all times.

It also didn’t help that Mirio had moved his right hand away from Izuku’s thigh and had started scribbling his fingers on Izuku’s lower stomach, causing Izuku to spasm and to let out a loud squeak.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!”

“My health is important!” repeated Mirio without letting up in the slightest.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MYHIHIHHI HEHEHEHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! IHIHIS IHIHIHIMPOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHRT-TAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I’ll take it. Now for the last one!” promised Mirio while his second hand joined the first in scratching and poking all over Izuku’s abs, more prominent than ever due to the intense workout they were receiving.

“EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! EHEHEHEHEHHENAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAUUHGHGHGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!”

“You’re almost there! ‘I am important.’”

“HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! IHIHHIAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHMMM!!! IMP-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!”

“Again!”

“IHIHIHIMPAPPAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! IHAHAHAHAM IIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAH!!! IAMIMPORHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!”

“Uh, your belly looks like a pretty ticklish spot too, uh?” observed Mirio while his ten fingers continued to wreak havoc on said ticklish tummy. “Fear no, I came prepared!” he assured, seemingly without considering that he could just stop tickling Izuku to let him speak.

Instead, he pulled a green marker out of his pocket, removed the cap, and started writing something across Izuku’s glistening chest. “I… aaaaaaammmm…. immmmpooorrrrtaaaaannnnnt!”

Unfortunately, the tip also happened to tickle Izuku terribly, and Mirio was dexterous enough that his left hand didn’t have to stop scratching at his belly while he went on writing, tracing over the most ticklish letters smudged by Izuku’s perspiration or that were rendered unreadable by his useless squirming, renewed by the sheer intensity of the double attack.

“What was the second one? Mmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy… heeeeaaaaallllth… iiiiisssss… iiiiimmmmpoooooo-impooooooortaaaannnnt!” he spelled out as he wrote the letters right under Izuku’s pecs, uncovering a new ticklish spot for the greenette.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!! MMMMIHIHIHHIRIOOOOOHOHOH!!! STAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHPPP!!” begged Izuku, throwing all formality out of the window.

“No can do, Midoriya! Myyyyyyyyyyy… llllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffeeeeee… iiiiiiisssss…”

He’d started writing across Izuku’s belly, dodging the rivulets that glistened in the abdominal creases, and if the green bean had hoped that would mean Mirio’s left hand would remain idle or return to a spot protected by his trousers, he was sorely disappointed as the ticklign fingers attacked the underside of his pecs.

“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmpoooooooooooooooorrrrtaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnt!” concluded Mirio, writing the “o” around Izuku’s bellybutton and circling it repeatedly before dipping the marker into the navel to color all around and inside it.

Mirio uncapped the marker, which gave Izuku enough bandwidth to remember just how awful the fuzz on his hips, soles, and in his underarms tickled, aided and abetted by the appendages still working over his ribs and sides.

“Good job, Midoriya! You’re almost done!” cheered Mirio as all ten of his fingers descended on Izuku’s defenseless tummy again.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAPPP!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHHAHHAHAHA!!! CAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHANNNTTT!!!”

“You can, I believe in you!” claimed Mirio while his fingers crawled up Izuku’s abs all the way under his chest, and then back down. 

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!! IHIHIHIT’S SOOOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIIIIHIHIHISH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHIHIH CAHAHAHAH!!! IIIII CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHHAAA!!!”

Total meltdown. Izuku gave up, he had no choice but to, his mind melting into ticklish insanity as the machine lightly tickled his pits, ribs, sides, hips, and feet, seeming to make him even more sensitive to Mirio’s compassionate yet ruthless touches. 

He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, unsure whether Mirio was still talking to him or if his mind was clinging to anything to preserve its integrity, his lungs on fire, his senses overrun by the tickles, unable to see under his own damp curls and tears…

He felt his arms go limp, seemingly having slipped through the restraints. No. The machine had let him go. Neither it nor Mirio were tickling him anymore, even as he still felt the horrid fuzz demanding his ticklish atonement all over his body.

This time, Mirio was really talking to him. “...done for real. Congratulations!”

izuku gave a sheepish nod. Was it over? Was it really over?

“Shall I pick you up?” offered Mirio, and Izuku, tickled into accepting anything, nodded again without thinking.

He felt Mirio’s wiry arms lift him up without effort, and though he maybe should have felt embarrassed - not like his classmates wouldn’t pick him up just because they could - all he felt was safe and relieved.

Mirio gently deposited him on the office chair. “You might want to shower again,” he recommended as he pointed to the sentences written in green on Izuku’s upperbody. But the green bean primarily wanted his ticklish spots out of sight, so he put on his t-shirt anyway.

Mirio retrieved his shoes for him and helped him out, sneaking a few tickles to his sole. Izuku collapsed back into the chair in a fit of happy giggles, but he didn’t pull his foot away, because he could tell the upperclassman would stop immediately, and he did.

“Sorry we had to put you through all that,” said Mirio as he clasped the greenette’s hand to help him stand up.

“I… deserved it,” conceded Izuku, exhausted but also kind of happy. As far as punishments went, intense though it was, it seemed to create no hard feelings.

Mirio retrieved his own duffel bag and walked to the exit with him. “You know, if Sir punishes me tomorrow for lying, you might be able to get your revenge,” he said with a conciliatory chuckle.

Izuku giggled. No, it was ok… “I just… might take you up… on that,” he surprised himself saying.

[thebest-medicine]

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Prompt 70 - “Wait, not there - anywhere but there!”

Prompt 55 - “Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”

A/N: these went well together with the way I took this story so… combined them! enjoy some lee!midoriya ler!Bakugo cuteness ;)

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“Wait! No! Not there!” Izuku gasped, power pulsing along his body as his quirk started to activate in a flustered panic. His legs shifted back and forth, side to side, trying to squirm his way out from under the weight of- “Kacchan! Please! A-Anywhere but there!” He didn’t push back fully yet, not with OFA at least. Conflicted but nervous, he tried reason.

“Ha, no chance! If that’s how you’re gonna be.. It’s this spot. All day. You’re not getting out of this.” Bakugo smirked down at him, wrestling his arms off to one side.

He brought one hand back down to menace the air above Izuku’s hip.

“Mmmnnn—” Izuku whimpered, trying to think, biting his lip anxiously. “Please! I’ll—” His eyes darted, taking everything in. “I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Begging, already?” Bakugo snickered. “Sounds good to me. You know how much I love it when you beg. Maybe that’s what I want.”

Izuku let out a whining cry, resigning himself to the inevitable upcoming tickling. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his heels into the carpet.

“Really? Nothing to say now?” Katsuki leaned in close, whispering smugly. “Out here putting on a whole show, begging and crying! And then you’re just gonna give up and let me tickle the crap out of you without a fight?” He scratched two fingers along Izuku’s hip bone, drawing a startled gasp of a laugh. “You dork.” Bakugo scolded affectionately. “You like this, don’t you?”

Midoriya shook his head, almost frantic. “N-No! I—” A little anticipatory giggle slipped out. “I- heheh- I don’t! Nohot whehehen you- hee! Ahaha not thehehere!”

Bakugo watched him with a hungry affection. He pinched at Izuku’s hip gently just to watch his body jolt each time. “Just this little, stupid spot.” He observed softly.

“NohohoHOHO! KacchahahaHAHAN!” Izuku squealed, scrunching his face into his shoulder just before where Katsuki has both of his arms pinned.

“No?! Still on that, huh? Okay. How about this little spot instead?” Bakugo teased, and Midoriya almost sighed in relief before he felt the fingers reappear on his opposite hip and repeat the motion.

“PleheheHEHEASE!” Deku cried.

“Well, which is it? This spot? Or the other side?” Bakugo asked, quickly switching between each of his hips and sending Izuku into a swirling panic of loud laughter.

“Or what about…” Bakugo began. “Both at once!” He shouted, dropping his hold on Izuku. Izuku flailed under him, clawing to get away unsuccessfully— though if he put his power into it, it wouldn’t be hard at all. Through his squirming and Katsuki’s determined fingers, all Midoriya managed to do was roll onto his stomach. Bakugo grinned, then reached forward to squeeze both hips at once.

Izuku screamed into the carpet, kicking and trying to push away or protect himself with his arms. He was uncoordinated jelly in this state, though —exactly the point to which Katsuki liked to get him.

“YEEHEEHEEEE PLEHEHEHEHEEASE! AAHHH! KAAAAACCHAN!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter.

“I’ll stop when I get sick of hearing you laugh.”

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[italeean]

hi! for the tickle match-up event, - a few of my hobbies are tennis, playing guitar, taking walks, and writings fanfics :) i like the quiet, sweet foods, and watching sports

im also a switch

and i'd like to choose the mha fandom!! with a platonic relationship, and a male character

(hope i included everything u needed) - have a good day/night!!

Hello my dear, thank you for participating in my little event 😸❤️ I was genuinely surprised by how quickly you sent in a request, it made me so so so happyyy 🍡 *hands you some dango*

🔮 So... for the match-up, your pair is... DEKU ��💚

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• He can be cheerful and smiley, but he's not excessively loud or all over the place like other characters • He's perfect to take long walks, and he'd be able to carry on an entertaining and relaxing conversation while doing that • I think he'd also be a fan of watching sports with you... maybe he'd even keep notebooks of his favorite teams and athletes like he does with quirks • He'd also be a good tennist, I think. Maybe a bit clumsy at the beginning, but he'd learn quickly!! • He'd probably tickle you as a "punishment" for laughing at his clumsiness; obviously he'd be playful and goofy, he knows you'd never laugh at him • He'd probably use his quirk by mistake a couple of times, which would result in a destroyed ball and an embarrassing green bean rambling 1000 apologies per second • I also see you two taking lots of strolls in the park and enjoying the view • Then he'd be delighted if you played the guitar, maybe while you take a break from the walking... and he might even offer to buy you ice cream for playing the guitar so well!!! • He'd tickle you because he wants to hear you sing after hearing you play! (He's totally the type who'd say something about you having a melodious laughter) • Let's be honest, he'd offer ice cream to all his friends • He'd totally offer to carry your guitar if he sees you struggling while walking. After all, it's his duty as a hero to preserve everyone's happiness and well-being, including the ones of  your back and shoulders hehe • You could try to tickle him lightly, just to make it more difficult for him to carry your guitar

🔮 Tickle scenario: "I'm sure Djokovic will win this time!" You said as Deku turned on the TV and tuned it on the tennis channel. It was always a pleasant time when the two of you spent your evening watching sports and commenting the performances.

"No way! Federer is much more experienced and his technique is perfect, besides, based on his current physical conditions..." You couldn't help but chuckle as he rambled about his theories. You felt honored to be friends with such a precious boy who always knew how to make you laugh.

However, things were different this time. There was a serious bet going on, and the stakes were high, very high. Deku had bet on Federer based on a calculated, deep study of data and statistics, while you had chosen Djokovic based on... well... a gut feeling.

You both laughed it off as the match started, your eyes fixated on the screen as you two munched on some candy.

The match was long and nerve-wracking, as you both expected from the two titans that were challenging each other, but alas it came to an end...

And that ending taught Deku to never underestimate the power of a gut feeling.

"Ha!!! Take that! I knew he'd win!!!" You celebrated as Djokovic raised his cup high in the sky. Deku, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded. "How..? I was so sure... it's impossible..! Based on their recent performa- WAH!! N-no wait!!!"

Too late, you were already on top of him, cracking your knuckles. "No can do, a bet is a bet and now you gotta pay!" With that battle cry, your hands finally found the poor boy's torso and attacked mercies. Squeezing his hips, poking his sides, scribbling on his tummy, spidering on each one of his abs, and even swirling a finger inside his belly button every once in a while, just to entertain yourself with the squeal that left his lips every single time.

"NAHAHAOHOHOHO THIS IHIHSN'T FAHAHAIR..!" He kicked and squirmed, but to no avail, as you targeted every sensitive spot you could find. "This isn't fair? How so?" You asked as if you weren't wrecking the life out of the poor green bean.

"B-becahahause he wahasn't suppohohosehed to wihihihin..!" He whined, his laughter toning down a little as you targeted a less ticklish spot in a sudden moment of mercy. "Yohohou prohobahahahably cheatehehed..!" He joked, not knowing he was about to face the consequences.

"Now you really asked for it, prepare to die!!" You exclaimed as you went for his death spot... or at least tried to.

Something took a firm hold of your wrist, and you barely managed to catch a glimpse of Deku's Blackwhip before the world turned upside down and you saw the young hero's face smirking at you.

He didn't even waste any time to think of a good comeback sentence. He just went for your death spot before you could even think of retaliating. "NONONOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAIHIHIT!!!" is all you managed to say before he unleashed his counterattack, or as he liked to call it, his Tickle Monster Quirk.

The rest of the afternoon went on accompanied by the sounds of your laughter, and ended with many doubts about who had effectively won that tickle war.

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: During the last few days, Deku has ignored Bakugou, realizing his mistake, he decides to apologize in a different way.

Lee: Izuku Midoriya / Deku

Ler: Katsuki Bakugou

'Ugh, here comes that stupid nerd', Bakugou thought, watching Midoriya approach. He knew what he would say: Hey Kacchan!, he had no idea how much the green-haired man's attitude bothered him. But this time, it was the opposite, deku walked past him and didn't even bother to greet him or greet him, Bakugou was shocked at that.

Bakugou coughed, trying to get attention but he just kept going. He didn't understand what was happening. The nerd, his childhood best friend, ignoring him? He shook his head, what was he thinking? He was a nerd and he didn't have to care about that. Bakugou just turned around and went to his room.

The days passed the same, Midoriya ignored Bakugou. Even when Bakugou was accompanied, he greeted the others but he gave him a cold greeting, he didn't know why, but he was wondering what deku had against him. 'Bakubro, is everything alright?' Kirishima touched his shoulder and snapped him out of his thoughts. 'Of course I am hair shitty hair, why wouldn't it be?, classic Bakugou.'Well, lately I've seen you pensive, is it or does it have something to do with Midoriya not talking to you?', Bakugou clenched his knuckles, responding badly way at first, until finally he had to come clean and tell him that he was right, this new behavior was making him think. 'Maybe... He got tired of how you treated him, I mean, you always treated him badly and told him to die, even though he admired you so much, you despised him', damn, that shark tooth was in the wrong Right, he hated to admit it, but he pretended to him that he wasn't sorry for doing it and let him, Kirishima sighed, knowing that the blonde did care about his friend after all.

All the students went to visit their parents, except Bakugou, well he would, but after doing something. 'Oh hello Katsuki! Come in, come in', Inko kindly invited the blonde to her house. They chatted for a while, Inko noticed the time, she was late, she apologized to the boy for not asking to continue serving him. 'Is Izuku at home?' 'Oh yeah, he's in his room, sorry to leave you. If you go to see Izuku, tell him I went out for a while', he left immediately and that blonde was left alone, sighing and walking around the house for a while, until something he saw reminded him and he knew perfectly how to ask Deku for forgiveness. He went up the stairs silently, until he found Izuku lying on his bed face up, perfect, perfect place, perfect position and no one around. 'Hey Deku', Izuku recognized the voice and turned, turning his back on the blonde, but it didn't last long, as the blonde turned him around and stood on top of him. 'Stop ignoring me already!' 'Wasn't that what you wanted? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone, so I do!', Izuku frowned, earning a smirk from the blonde. 'Deku deku... you know? It's not good to have your best friend as an enemy, because he knows your secrets~'

'What are you talking about-? Wait... No, no Bakugou, don't you dare or I swear what- Ehehehe!', Deku started to laugh when he felt fingers brushing against his neck. 'Oh please Deku, you're not going to get away from me, take this as an apology from me', Bakugou smiled, running his hands to deku's sides, making him squeal. 'Nohoho! Kahahahachahan! Plehehehahhahahahsehehe! Dohohon't' 'Don't do what, deku?', he trailed his fingers up to deku's lower ribs. 'TIHIHIcklehehe EHEHE! Stahahahahap!! Sohoho bahahahad!!', deku squealed, helpless before his best friend, his cheeks began to blush all the way to his ears and he tried to grab his friend's wrists, all to no avail. 'Still tickling you? Damn deku, I knew you liked them, but I didn't think to that level!', he laughed before sticking his fingers into deku's armpits, piercing hard and making him scream. 'NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! WHY?! MEHEHEHERCY!!', Deku knew that the blond wouldn't be content to see him laugh, he wanted to destroy him until Deku was a mess and couldn't breathe. 'Hmmm... No, you were rude to me, this is what you get for being rude'

'BUHUHUT! EEE! KAHAHACHAHAN!!', he begged, the blonde didn't stop for anything I said or asked him for. 'Tell me, Kacchan, I forgive you and I'll stop', it was Deku's opportunity to make those sensations leave his body. He took a deep breath, enough to scream before the laughter came out of his mouth again 'KACCHAN I FORGIVE YOU!!! HAHAHHAHAHA!! I SAID! STOP! PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE!!', and just as the blond said, he stopped, sitting next to the green-haired man, who was gasping for oxygen while still laughing. He directed his teary eyes to the blonde, that blush, those eyes, it seemed that was the expression he wanted to see from deku. 'You're too ticklish a nerd,' he got up and left the room, 'warning' his friend that it would be worse the next time he ignored him. Deku saw how the blonde left and returned with a glass of water, he received it with affection and smiled, definitely, he missed that affectionate part of his friend

[kusuguricafe]

Baby Don't Stop

A/N: A little something for Izuku's birthday!! I've been putting this one off for awhile—it was one of the options from a poll I did awhile ago (right before polls became a thing on tumblr lmaoo)

Summary: Izuku and Bakugou are messing around when Izuku discovers something about himself...

Inspired by this song

English translation of the lyrics (I mean come on, you see what I mean, right?? it literally says "I'm gonna knead your body" like what)

Characters: lee!Deku, ler!Bakugou

Warnings: not sfw! tickling kink; characters are aged up

tagging @otomiya-tickles because she seemed excited when I mentioned this idea before 😅

“You baked me a cake!?” Izuku’s eyes sparkled at the hand-frosted All Might. “I-I love it,” he said as he started to tear up.

“Oi! Don’t cry, nerd.”

Izuku was having one of the best birthdays he’d ever had. He had been spending time with his husband all day, a rare occasion as the two were always busy with pro hero work. Katsuki had been preparing for weeks to make sure Izuku got the day off.

“You already made me katsudon, and now this?? Thank you so much, Kacchan!”

Izuku enjoyed a goodly amount of cake while the two started a movie. Once he had finished eating, Katsuki grabbed him and wrapped his arms around his chest from behind. They gradually intertwined their legs together. Izuku was now effectively trapped.

“Hey,” Katsuki murmured into Izuku’s ear, “we haven’t done this in awhile, have we?”

“Haven’t done-whaAcchan! Th-that tickles!”

Katsuki snuck his fingers up Izuku’s t-shirt and skittered them across his lower abdomen. He chuckled in his ear, “You’re so ticklish, it’s ridiculous.” He moved his hands up to Izuku’s ribcage and vibrated his fingers in between his ribs with vigor.

“PFFTAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Izuku laughed, shaking his head cutely. He tried to squirm away, but Katsuki had him fully trapped.

“Try as you may, you’re not getting away from me. Tickle tickle, Deku.”

Katsuki trailed downwards, giving Izuku’s hip a quick squeeze to make him shriek, but not staying there for long. He began kneading his upper thighs near his v-line.

“AAAIEE YAHAHA STAAAHAHAAAA!! THAHAHAHAHAHAT’S S-SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!”

“Aw, does it tickle? Does it tickle really badly?”

Izuku desperately wished he could kick his feet, do something, anything to lessen the sensation. Not being able to move away made it tickle so much more. The teases right in his ear were not helping, either.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!”

Katsuki slowed down a bit, the kneading turning into lighter squeezing. Izuku continued to laugh happily, no longer paying any attention to the movie. Feeling bold, Katsuki slipped a hand up Izuku’s loose shorts and began scratching at his inner thighs.

“EEK!! KahAH! KahahahaAAhahacchan! Hnng aha, aaah~”

“...Was that a moan?”

Izuku flushed a deep red. Was it??

“I-I uhuhum, Kahaaaa~ Kahahacchan! S-stahahahahap thahahahat!”

“What, this?” Katsuki lightened his touch even more, wiggling a single finger against his inner thigh.

Izuku shuddered. “Aahaha-sta-mmn, wha-whahat aaahh, what are you dohohoing!?”

“Really turning you on, apparently.” Katsuki gently fondled the tent in Izuku’s underwear.

“Aaah w-wait, don’t, don’t stop…”

“Hm?”

“Please don’t stop!”

“Ooh, you like this that much, huh? You want me to tickle you more?”

Izuku nodded eagerly.

“Ohoho, we’re gonna have some fun with this new discovery.” Katsuki hoisted Izuku up off the couch and carried him to the bedroom bridal style, the movie forgotten. Katsuki plopped Izuku down onto their bed. He grabbed ahold of the waistband of Izuku’s shorts. “May I?”

Izuku nodded again. Katsuki stripped Izuku down to his underwear. He laid down on top of him.

“Time for your real present, birthday boy,” Katsuki whispered in his ear.

“Give it your all,” Izuku challenged.

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’re in for it now. How dare you think The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight wouldn’t give his all in absolutely destroying you, haah?”

And with that, Katsuki dug into Izuku’s bare armpits and showered his ears, face, and neck with ticklish kisses.

“EEEeehehehehe!” Izuku giggled. His legs were once again immobilized by Katsuki’s.

Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s wrists and pinned them above his head. He massaged his ribs and Izuku laughed harder now that he was completely stuck again. After a few minutes, Katsuki switched up the pace. He flicked his tongue over one of Izuku’s nipples as he gently tickled a particularly sensitive spot just above his armpit.

“GaAAhaha! Ehehe nohoooo!”

Katsuki laughed and Izuku felt the vibrations throughout his whole chest. Getting impatient, Izuku began thrusting his hips up into Katsuki’s.

“Alright, alright, I hear ya.”

Katsuki sat up and stripped off Izuku’s underwear. He repositioned himself so that he could still hold Izuku’s thighs down with his own. He began tracing Izuku’s v-line. Izuku closed his eyes and whined, his erection becoming painful. Katsuki’s hands moved down to tickle Izuku’s inner thighs with the most delicate touch.

“Aaaahh, K-Kacchan, please, plehehehehease! AAAHA n-nOHohohoho aaahaAHAHA!”

Katsuki’s hands began to gently tickle Izuku’s cock, driving him up the wall. When he got closer to the head, Izuku began banging a fist against the bed, his other arm covering his eyes.

“Ohoho my GOHOD I CAhahAHAHAN’T! PLEASE I’m gonnaA DIHIHIEE!”

“You asked for this, you know.”

“SohOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!”

“Hmm… Oh, I know!”

Katsuki laid back down, now holding Izuku’s legs down with his forearms. He grabbed Izuku’s hips.

“W-w-wait, wait wait waAIHAIHAIHAIT!! WhaAA!?”

Katsuki started to knead Izuku’s hips, when he suddenly deepthroated his cock, not stopping the onslaught of tickles on his worst spot.

“Y-you—aaAAHh f-fuck! Fuck fuck fuuhaaahahahahaHAHAHAHA NAHAhahaaaa-pLEASE-AAHAHAahahhaAAHAHA!”

Izuku could barely process this new sensation. He felt like he was going to explode. Just as he was about to cum, Katsuki slowed down the hip tickles, lightly skittering his fingers across his hip bones, and began flicking his tongue all over the head of Izuku’s cock. It tickled like hell.

“GaaAAhaha, s-stohop, baby, don’t stop!”

“D’you want me to stop or not?” Katsuki said sloppily.

“Don’t stop, Kacchan, don’t stahahahp!”

Katsuki’s hands moved from his hips, to the base of his cock, his balls, his thighs, and back to his hips, all while giving Izuku the best head he’s ever had.

“P-p-please, h-harder, pleEEAAAHAHAHAAAA! THAT’S NAHAHAHA! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEHEHEHEHEHEANT!!”

“Too bad, nerd, it’s what you’re getting.”

Katsuki went full force on the hip tickles, digging his thumbs in at just the right pressure to make Izuku scream. Izuku was laughing, crying, blushing like mad, legs trembling, so close, so very close.

“You’re gonna make me come if I have to see you like this any longer, Deku.”

That did it. “Aahaaa, Kacchaaaan!”

“Fuuck, Izuku!” Katsuki came untouched. Guess he enjoyed that more than he thought he did.

The two basked in their orgasms for a moment.

“...Did, did you—?”

“Shut up, nerd!”

Izuku sighed contentedly, happy knowing his Kacchan enjoyed that (almost) as much as he did. “Yokattaa.”

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Hi, I'm Zari, I will be doing tickle fics for fnaf, Mha and other random stuff. Please don't hate.

Characters that I will be mainly using.

FNAF

1. Michael Afton

2. CC Afton

3. Golden Freddy

4. William Afton

5. Moondrop

6. Sundrop

7. Gregory

8. Glamrock Freddy

MHA

1. Izuku

2. Bakugo

3. Kiri

4. Denki

5. Mr. Aziawa

6. All Might

7. Presient Mic

8. Hawks

DSMP

1. Dream

2. George

3. Sapnap

4. Karl

5. Ranboo

6. Tommy

7. Philza

8. Technoblade

That's all for now everyone please leave no hate. This is my first post.

[cozyandwarmm]

omgeee what- :'D

Hiya Sheepy!!! Could you possibly throw izuku midoriya into the tk machine? 👀👀/nf 🩵 I hope you have a great rest of your day and remember to stay hydrated!

TEEHEE

Warning for footer tickles

I keep forgetting that like there is a literal canon tickle machine in bnha,,,,, grrrr how come they have not brought it back

But anyway I added my own touches to it heheheheee

[wreckingtickles]

Izuku Midoriya (mha) Headcanons

Izuku starts laughing as soon as you touch him, and has a very squeaky laugh. He is a squirmer, definitely. Got tickled by Bakugo a lot growing up, though he also got to pay him back on a few occasions. As a result, all his hero notes contain a section written in English (because, even then, he was sort of embarrassed about it) about possible ticklish spots and approaches to exploiting them.

At UA, he became one of the class's go-to lees, and a far less willing one than Kiri, but in reality he came to enjoy it nearly as much when he realized that when Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Kirishima, and eventually pretty much everyone else in the class tickle him, it's not to humiliate him.

He DEFINITELY has notes on where his classmates are ticklish and what works best. This of course means that he has been the instigator of tickle fights multiple times, especially when he wanted to test out a theory. Other people, and especially Uraraka, Kirishima, Todoroki and Iida, don’t need particular reasons to tickle him. It may be when he’s stressed, spacing out, or when they are stressed and need a happiness boost. Mirio and eventually even Bakugo would also become semi-regular lers for him.

As an aside, when I write Izuku, I mostly see as straight, but pretty heteroflexible, especially as a sub. Now, as for his stats...

Izuku is just ticklish all over, even on spots that are barely ticklish on most people. Wherever you poke, you're bound to get at least a squeak. And his laughter being so adorable is what keeps landing him in ticklish predicaments, together with the fact he looks both happy and tortured.

Oh, and if it wasn't enough, Izuku also has the misfortune of being feather ticklish. He's so sensitive he can feel the individual plumes of a feather, and light tickling makes him all hiccupy and even cuter, but on his most ticklish spots it can feel even more torturous because it's as if laughing didn't help to lessen the sensation at all. Electric toothbrushes absolutely destroy him on certain spots, and claws are just murderous on many spots.

Smiling (4.5-5.5): Izuku's ears, neck, shoulders, collarbone, every part of him that's not higher on the list falls into this category. His no-nos are also a little ticklish, though fortunately for him it's not usually a problem until after he cums. However, he can't stand vibrating tools in the bedroom because they tickle him, and if you were feeling especially evil, you could absolutely edge him and slowly and torturously build to an orgasm with only a feather or a make-up brush. By the time you're done, he'd be a quivering, drooling mess with a dopey smile frozen on his face despite him being utterly exhausted.

Giggling (6-7): Izuku's chest and butt are ticklish, and also erogenous. A feather there will get him hard pretty quickly, while claws on those same spots will take a lot longer to achieve that same result because they tickle too much. Electric toothbrushes strike a good balance because they're unberable for him but also "light" enough to feel sensuous.

Laughing (7.5-8.5): Izuku's ribs, sides, and thighs are "laugh out loud" ticklish, and his tummy even more so, but only after he started working out. He'll instantly start laughing his head off whether you're using light or hard tickles. Prolonged tickling with feathers, paintbrushes, or toothbrushes on his lower belly or thighs can turn him on due to... proximity.

Howling (9-10): If you want him to shriek, go after his pits or feet, and his hips and V-line are even more sensitive, like "dear god my world is ending" ticklish. His hips are a death spot and unfortunately for him, Bakugo is the best at wrecking it (the secret is massaging instead of just squeezing), so it's his go-to spot as of their second year. Izuku's feet also see the most tickles of anyone else in his class because his sneakers call a lot of attention to them. You can use absolutely any method on those spots, especially on his feet and pits, and it will work, with light tickles potentially feeling even more torturous - the ease with which you can break him with an electric toothbrush on those spots is a thing of beauty.

[thebest-medicine]

Deku’s Damn Smile

MHA - BakuDeku - lee!midoriya, ler!bakugo, brief ler!class 1A, adorable ticklish dork deku - [read on ao3]

Summary: In which Bakugo slowly becomes more and more enamored with Izuku’s smile… 

A/N: I like them so much your honor! AHHH! written in the form of little snippets of time

Words: 1.4k 

…

Whenever Bakugo brought his dorm room trash through the building to take outside late in the day, he typically didn’t expect to encounter much on his short journey. Maybe a movie night in the common room or a few students up late studying, never really much noise.

This evening, however, as soon as Bakugo opens his door, he hears a piercing shriek coming down the hall. Then, wild, cackling laughter. His face warms as he realizes he recognizes it right away. Izuku.

He drops the bag back into his freshly changed trash can, closes his door quietly, and turns in the direction of the commotion.

The sound of the familiar, bubbly laughter draws his steps forward, quickening their pace as he approaches the common room. 

“Oi!” Bakugo enters with a quizzical scowl that quickly transforms to an expression between pleased and confused, maybe with a little hint of jealousy in the mix. “What, you guys tickling the poor nerd to death without me?” 

“Kacchahahahan?” Izuku squeals just as Shoji wraps a second set of arms around Izuku’s elbows to help keep his arms pinned up over his head, just in time for Kaminari to dig his fingers into Midoriya’s armpits. “Guhuhuhuhuys nohohoho!”

They’re in a misshapen heap on the floor, the lot of them. Shoji is laying back with Midoriya pulled against his chest, holding him now at wrist and elbow to keep his arms up. His third set of arms appear lower, pinching around the backs of Izuku’s lower ribs. Denki has a wild grin on his face as he reaches in and tickles under his arms. Kirishima has a rock-solid grip on one of Deku’s ankles and is tickling away at his undocked foot. Mina and Ochaco are struggling with the other leg, squeezing at his knee and calf and occasionally down to his foot. They’re basically laying across him, trying to hold back the squealing, giggling, ticklish hero-in-training. 

Mina reaches up, frustrated with the amount of squirming his leg is doing, and pokes a few times into his stomach, near his bellybutton. Midoriya shouts out another cackling laugh. 

He’s practically hypnotized by the sight when Katsuki hears. “Kacchahahan heheheheheehe- hehehehehelp!”

Bakugo smirks then, finding his footing again. “Heh, oh you know I’m gonna help.” 

“Nononononono! Wahahahait!” Deku cackles in protest as Katsuki approaches the pile of students on the floor with an eager, mildly evil grin on his face. With a crack of his knuckles, Kacchan takes his place at Izuku’s side with wiggling fingers.

…

“Alright, seriously, what’s wrong with you?” 

Izuku’s forehead wrinkles in concern. “What are you talking about?” 

“Come on, you always come at problems with a smile on your face. You’re scowling right now.”

Izuku softens. “I’m just taking the assignment seriously.”

“I’m serious too. Don’t make me make you.” 

Midoriya turned to look at him, frustrated with wide eyes. “Make me what?” 

“Smile.” Katsuki replied as though it was obvious.

“What, are you gonna tell me a joke? Come on Kacchan, seriously, we have a time limit to get this done.” 

“Oh I know. Won’t take long.” He flexes his fingers and reaches out toward Midoriya, who flinches with a familiar jolt of recognition. 

“Wait…Kacchan, y-you don’t mean—”

Bakugo smirks at him and pushes in closer, bringing hands in to connect with Izuku’s sides. They tickle and poke and prod into the sensitive muscle there, and Deku can’t do much other than fold. He wheezes out a laugh as he crumbles inward from the tickling. 

Bakugo follows with ease. “See, there it is!” 

“Ahaha- Kacchahahahahan! Quihihihit it! Nohohoho—” Midoriya gasps through his surprised laughter. His eyes are squeezed shut tightly as he contorts in on himself; he wears a red blush high on his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. 

“See? Easy.” Katsuki backs off a few long seconds later, reaching a hand down to help Deku up. “Alright, now that that’s settled, let’s win this.” 

“W-why… did you.?” Izuku whines with a giggle.

“Oh come on, you know you plan better when you’re smiling and not all in your head.” Bakugo offers as though it’s an obvious answer. “Now what’re you thinking?” 

“Oh, heh- well, uh.. thanks then? I guess.” Izuku shrugs, blush still pink on his cheeks. “Anyway, what I was thinking was we could—” And as he continued explaining, they could both tell Bakugo had been right.

…

Izuku’s mind is so wrapped up in his current thoughts that he almost smacks right into Bakugo in the middle of the hall, stopping short when he hears. “Hey, nerd. What’s eating at you?”

“What?” Midoriya blinks, looks up.

“You’re walking around with a scowl on your face.” Bakugo observes. “Trying to copy my look?” 

“Huh? No, of course not Kacchan. I was just…” Midoriya deflates a little. “Thinking about stuff.” 

“Well, then do it with a smile on your face like you usually do!”

“Wha-” Izuku stops, turning to look at him. Just then, Katsuki reaches out to tweak his side. Izuku squeals, choking back a sudden laugh. “Hey!” 

“There. That’s better.” Bakugo shrugs with a sly grin. “Much more like you.” 

“Kacchan, what are you—”

“Hey.” Another squeeze to his side and Izuku squawks. “You wipe that stupid smile off your face and I’ll really get you, got it?” 

“Wha?” Izuku blushes, his smile morphing into a nervous grin.

“I’m serious.”

Izuku continues to smile as Katsuki walks on by, both unaware of the flutter of butterflies in the other’s stomach from the interaction.

…

On the first free evening of the weekend, Midoriya and Bakugo find themselves watching an old All Might film, cozy on their respective ends of the couch in the dorm. The movie is loud. The smell of fresh popcorn hangs in the air. Izuku sniffles slightly on the other end of the couch—

“Oi, what are you crying about over there?”

“T-This is a really sad part..” 

“Okay, first of all, it’s a movie.” Bakugo rolls his eyes, kneeing his own leg into Izuku’s. “Plus, it’s an All Might movie! He’s always smiling even if shit’s sad, don’t you wanna make that part of your hero schtick too?” Kacchan teases, nudging more at Izuku’s foot that is draped toward him across the cushions. He gets an idea. 

Smirking, Katsuki reaches over and grabs onto Midoriya’s ankle, towing it in a little closer.

“H-Hey, what are you doing?” Izuku’s eyes flicker from Kacchan’s wrist to his face. He wipes the tears from his cheek as a nervous smile grows on his face.

“Cheering you up, nerd.” Katsuki smirks back at him. “You’re welcome.” 

Izuku crumbles into giggles right away. “Wait! Kacchahahaha- nohohohoho! We’re gonna mihihihiss the moviehehehehehee!”

“Relax, we can rewind.” 

“Nahahahaha Kacchan! Eheheehehee quihihihihit it!” Deku pleads through his soft giggling as Bakugo scratches gently up and down the trapped sole of his foot. 

“You done crying?” 

“Yehehehehehes!” 

“Good.” Katsuki pats his foot twice and then releases him.

“Ehehe- my foot’s all tihihingly now.” Midoriya whines, rubbing his sole against the couch. 

“Here, let me—”

“—No! You’ve helped enough!” Izuku cuts him off with a panicked little laugh. 

“Shut up, nerd. I won’t tickle you.” 

“I hehehe- I don’t know if yohohou can help it.” 

Bakugo stops, raising an eyebrow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Ehehe- nothing.” Izuku giggles, blushing. “Just- you’ve been tickling me a lot more lately, and—”

Bakugo cuts him off with a scoff, a blush rising on his face before he mumbles out. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish..”

“It’s alright I… I don’t mind that much.” Izuku holds his hands up defensively with a smile, the movie long forgotten. “And it’s been- you’ve been kinda… almost sweet about it lately, too, ya know?” 

“—What?” Katsuki scoffs. “Shut up!”

“Like, every time, you said it’s because you’re trying to get me to smile or something..” Izuku continues bashfully. 

Katsuki holds a stare for as long as he can before he ducks his head with his own warm blush. His legs fidget and squirm along the couch, until Izuku pushes his foot against Bakugo’s knee and grounds him. 

“Don’t get all sappy on me, idiot.” Katsuki protests, but his voice is soft, quiet. A few beats of blushing silence follow before he continues. “We missed like 15 minutes of the movie, where’s the remote anyway?” 

“I think I might’ve kicked it off…oops.” Izuku laughs before leaning over the edge of the couch to look for it. 

Bakugo watches him, fond expression hidden as Midoriya looks under the couch. He knows he’ll probably get the urge to see the nerd smile again soon.

[giggly-agenda]

he's sooo close !

do you think he'll get the right answer ?

[kanene-yaaay]

I COULD PUT HERE ALL THE HEART IMGS I HAVE AND YET IT WOULDBE ANO8GH TO EXPLAIN JUST HOW MY HEART WAS COMPLETELY QND UTTERLY MELTED WITH THIS FIC

Everything here is so soft, so lovely to watch so cute to see so adorably adorable to imagine I am smiling like crazy at the screen rn because to see those too being the most sweethearts and tickly beans in the world is just that adorable

The Laziest Of Days (My Hero Academia)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYM!!! (@intheticklecloset) I come bringing you a classic but eternally lovely pair of Shindeku! :D Thank you for always being such a wonderful friend to me; I hope this brings you lots of joy on your special day! :D

Summary: It's a lazy day, and Shinsou decides to tickle his boyfriend. Lazily.

“Mmm..” Midoriya made a noise of annoyance as he glared at his phone, the tiny All Might dying once again to a large troll-like villain. “This boss is way too difficult to show up this early! I’m nearly out of health items too.”

Shinsou didn’t know much about video games and had nothing to add. Instead, he continued watching him play, enjoying the way his nose got all scrunched when he got serious. They were having a lazy day together, but the book in his hands suddenly lost all appeal the moment he realized he could openly gawk at his boyfriend without him realizing it. “Try a super move.”

“Can’t- I gotta build it up.” His determination grew, as did his serious face. Now the tip of his tongue was sticking out like a cat, further worsening Shinsou’s temptation to grab his face and kiss him right then and there. Why did he have to be so cute-

“Ah! Nuts!” Midoriya cried in defeat as he died once more, falling back into Shinsou’s open arms with a low groan. “That’s all the tries I have in me, today. Anymore and I’ll end up quitting.”

“You have more self-discipline than most.” Shinsou leaned into him, smiling against his hair. Yet another feature he loved; it was soft and feathery, tickling his nose with its woody scent. “Mmm..”

“Eh-ehehehee! Hitoshi, cahhareful! You’re tihihihckling me!” Midoriya squirmed in his arms when he got a little too close to his neck, lips twitching. “Yoohohu’re so affectionate today!”

“Like I said, you have more self-discipline than most.” Giving in, he leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss behind Midoriya’s ear, making him yelp with laughter. “I greatly lack it.”

“Ahehaha! Gehahahhaha! Whahahait, Hihihihtohohohoshihiihieee!” He tried to worm away, but Shinsou’s arms came around him from behind, locking him down as he carried on kissing his neck and ears. “Cohohome ohohohn, thihihihs iihihihsn’t fhahahair! It’s lahahahazy dahahhahy!”

“I know.” Shinsou smirked against his skin, gently nibbling at his neck and making him squeal. “I’m tickling you lazily.”

“Oohohoh, hohohow on theheheme!” Midoriya tried twisting around to fight back, but then Shinsou started tracing his sides and stomach. His defenses? Shattered. “Ahaehhaahha! Whahhahat hahahhapened to beihihihng lahahahhzy?”

“This is lazy.” Shinsou grinned as he pressed his face into Midoriya’s, resting their foreheads together as he drank in his smile. “If I really wanted you, I could go for all those tickle spots that really get you going. Slowly rake my fingers up and down your sides, zoning in on that terrible spot along your ribs. Or maybe I’ll form claws and dig into that cute belly of yours until you’re as red as a strawberry and can’t think straight.” Shinsou’s grin grew at Midoriya’s deepening blush, kissing his warm cheeks sweetly. “You’re lucky I’m so nice.”

“Wohohohohohw, cohohohohlor me hohohohonohohohored!” Midoriya giggled back, muffled some by his boyfriend’s lips as he kissed him once or twice more. “Whahahaht a gehheehntleman- Ehehehehehek ohohohkay ohohohkay I tahahahke it bahahahck!” He practically shot up when his ribs were pinched at, increasing the feeling tenfold. “Lahahhahazy tihihihickles! Pleahahhahahse, be lahahahahzy!”

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Laughing against Midoriya’s smiling lips, he returned to just barely tickling him, tracing his arms and torso just the way he liked it. “You’re really cute when you behave, darling.”

“Nohoohhohooho!” Midoriya all but whined at the pet name, burying his face into Shinsou’s shoulder to hide his tittering lips. “Sthahahap, nohohot thahahhat!”

“What? You can use pet names and I can’t?” Shinsou leaned in to kiss his ear, dropping his voice low. “Now be a good boy and let me tickle you.”

“GAH! Thahaht’s it!” The green haired hero cried, grabbing onto Shinsou and launching forward. A short bout of wrestling commenced until Midoriya had him pinned to the couch, looming over him as he giggled. “Yohoohohu’re done. Yoohohohou’re so dohohone!”

Shinsou squirmed back until he was comfortable, grinning ear to ear as he watched Midoriya compose himself. “Fair enough. I’m enjoying the view anyway.” He reached up, cradling his boyfriend’s cheeks within his hands. “I can see my whole world right here.”

Midoriya’s freckles were even more prominent when he blushed. Softening at his words, he leaned into Shinsou’s hands as he gazed down at him lovingly. “You’re so unfair.”

“Hm.” Shinsou shrugged with little remorse, welcoming the feeling of his boyfriend laying against his chest. “I know you love it though.”

“Shush before I lazily start tickling you.” He gave Shinsou’s side a pinch to really make his point. He settled soon after, closing his eyes and practically melting into him. “You’re so lucky it's a lazy day.”

“I really am.” Shinsou smiled against that feathery crown, pulling him closer as he felt Midoriya relax in his arms entirely. “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.”

Thanks for reading! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!

[lees-chaotic-brain]

rating things my classmates said/did after my dad died! (feat. class 1-a)

cw: mentions of death obviously, you're a member of class 1-a, crack, hurt/comfort, reader is religiously ambiguous, implied depression ig, some angst but mostly crack

note: guys i swear it's okay to laugh at this! i did!! some may say it's too soon but humor is how i cope and i missed writing so when this little idea invaded my brain while i was rewatching bhna (it's my comfort show) i couldn't resist

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ochako: “if you believe in heaven i would offer to use my quirk on you so you could float up to heaven and visit your dad but i doubt they'd let you in anyways”

9/10

low key made me giggle

iida overheard and was horrified.

izuku: “i'm so sorry for your loss. if you ever need to talk i’m here. i know it’s not the same at all but my dad wasn’t around while i was growing up so i can kinda understand. not that i’m saying you have to talk to me because of that or that i understand or that we should make a dead/missing dad club oh my god i need to stop talking i’m so sorry i’ll leave you alone now bye please tell me if you need anything!” *scurries away*

11/10

sweet cinnamon roll 🥹

we should fs make a dead/missing dads club

todoroki: “i’m so sorry for your loss. if i could make my father trade places with yours i would do it in a heartbeat. unrelated, i heard you and midoriya are starting a dead/missing dads club. may i join? mine is dead to me.”

8/10

right idea i guess 😭😭

it was going so well during the first sentence too…

ps ofc you can join our club

bakugou: stormed into my room and violently ripped me from my depression burrito and dragged me downstairs to force feed me a warm home cooked meal bc he knew i hadn’t left my bed or eaten in the last 24 hours

6/10

i always knew you cared abt me us blasty 🥹🥰

the food was delicious but plz be more gentle abt it next time king 🙏

mineta: “yo your mom is a total milf.”

numbers don’t go low enough to express my feelings towards this one

like at my father’s funeral?? the AUDACITY

jirou: spent hours searching for a very specific song my dad sang to me when i was little and actually found it bc she found m crying bc i couldn’t find it and i wanted to hear it again

♾️/10

i actually love you so much

you have no idea how much this meant to me ❤️

aoyama: stuffed cheese into my mouth while i was crying in my depression burrito

-3/10

wtf man that was actually more traumatizing

it wasn’t even parmesan or brie

tokoyami: went on a long spiel about how we are all destined for the Great Darkness then abruptly ended by saying he was sorry for my father’s early departure and disappearing back into his room

7/10

i think you were trying to make me feel better so i appreciate the effort. i am a little confused tho

kiri: ask me if i wanted a hug. when i started crying he started tearing up too then gave me one of the best bear hugs i’ve ever gotten

20/10

super manly dude. i really needed it at the moment and appreciated it ❤️

gonna end this here. i had a few more but i felt like these were the best ones. not tagging anyone since this is like a personal self comfort one lol

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO LAUGH OR TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. TRUST IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

[radio-navlee]

Playful

This is basically my exsucse to not work on my 3 drafts i have sitting and waiting for me to tend to...(Also to cope with my mans death in s7😭)

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have a free day and decide to chill at the dorms, Izuku starts feeling playful after over veiwing Kastuki's phone.

Lee: Katsuki

Ler: Izuku

It was a pretty easy day so far. The morning, well afternoon, started off calm with the smell of sweet pancakes wafting into the students dorms. Turns out All Might somebody woke up to make the kids breakfast, thanking them for their extra hard work over the week.

After breakfast the students hung around the lounge part of their dorms, soon trailing off and separating to themselves and their rooms.

Bakugou now laid at the edge of Izukus bed, the fan blasting over him as the green haired boy used some pillows to prop himself into the sitting up position at the opposite side of the bed from the explosive boy who sat a few inches away from his feet. Both scrolled on their phones, with the background noise of some old TV setting the school set out for studying.

The lights had dimmed due to the usual room light being turned off and the few lamps Izuku had on, which lit the room perfectly, his curtains blocking out the daylight exactly right. Daze layered over both of the boys comfort, making the atmopshere sympathic and protective.

As the minutes passed, both caught up in their own worlds, Izuku noticed a small movement of the mattress, a shaking of some kind. The almost unnoticable movement came from none other than Katsuki, snickering to himself as he watching some video on his device.

As Izuku adjusted his position to get a better over look of the boys phone, he deceted what looked to be a couple on Bakugous cell. The couple seemed to be cuddling with a caption that was too far for the observant freckled boy to read, there was a jerk of movement from the couple as the girl soon started to laugh and squirm from the boys hand placement under her arms. "How is that funny?" Izuku thought to himself, he didn’t understand the blonde boys humor sometimes, it often confused him.

"Stupid.." He heard the boy mumble under his breath before scrolling onto the next video. "Stupid?" He stumbled apon this for a while before using his foot to snake under Katsukis ribs, as he was laying on his side, and wiggle.

"What!" The boy jumped before shouting, the wiggling coming to a stop, annoyed asking what Deku needed. No response came, and the wiggling started back up.

"StohOP!" He twisted as the sensation nearingly blew the lid off of him. Izuku grinned, "This is funny" He stopped and pulled his foot back.

"Grr.. I’m serious, what do you-" Bakugo growled for a second, turning over to face Izuku, before he could get his last words out he was pounced on by the playful boy. They wrestled for a few minutes before another wiggle to the ribs and the blonde stopped, weakening his struggle and had himself pinned.

"Dont. You. Even. Dare!" He threated before barking out a laugh as the green haired boy stayed silent and quickly shot his fingers straight for his sides.

"I swEAR-" Izuku paid him no attetnion, where he got this intense feeling for tickling was unknown to him, he investigated Katsukis body, listening to every pitch and watching his ever jump, twitch, and squirm.

"You swear what? You know your not aloud to use foul langue in my room!" Which was true, Izuku had made a rule, if you were to swear in his room then you would have to put a tip in the swear jar. Sure it was corny and annoying to anybody hot headed who would step a foot into his room, but it was way to keep peace in the only place he could control.

“YOhoOhoU- GAHahaHA!!” The laughing boy tried to get some words out, anything to try and help him, but anything of the sort would cost a tip to go in the jar.

“Me? Me what?— Ha! Bad spot?” As Izuku messed around his torso, he inspected a particular spot between Katsukis ribs and armpits which made him go nuts.

“NONONONO!!” He screamed before falling into loud laughter and cackles. Deku starred in awe, admiring how bad this spot was to him, and how easy he could access it.

“PL-PLEAHEASE!! ITS SOHO BAHA-AAAAHH!!” He tried to get a hold or grasp of Izukus attention before the tickler sped up his fingers. Causing Katsuki to buck and squirm like a wild bull.

“You’re still ticklish here? I thought it would have gone away by the time we were still kids, Kachan!” Izuku teased, slightly laughing to himself as he noticed how flustered it made his childhood friend. Izuku slowed his fingers, moving down to his stomach.

“I-ihit doesn’t just g-goho away!” Bakugo barked out, he answered like it was obvious and he knew how bad his ticklishness was.

“Well if that spot didn’t go awayyy…” Izuku removed his fingers from Katsukis body, hovering them above it.

“NoNoNoNo! NO! Y-YOU BETTER NOT! DE-IZUKU I AM SERIOUS!” He pleaded, trying to get out of his still pinned situation, but to no avail as Izuku inched closer and closer.

“..then this one wouldn’t either!” Izuku quickly flipped Kachan over, still keeping him pinned with his hands by his side, and slowly traced around the back of his ribs.

“You know,—” Izuku trailed off trying to annoying Bakugo even more.

“NoHOhO! S-sHUT Uhahaup!!” He shook his head, squirming under the soft touch.

“I’ve realized…”

“StoHOhop TaHaAhalking!!”

“That your most ticklish,”

“ShuHAhaUT! uHauhaup!”

“Around your ribs? What’s up with that?”

“Tch- I dOHont knoHOW!!” He yelped as Izuku dug into the back of his ribs,

“You go crazy, it’s fascinating.”

“IZUHUHUKU!! ILL KIHIHILL YOHOU!” He screamed wiggling to try and turn around and cover up the ticklishness.

“actually if the nervous system that connects to the ribs also connects-” As Izuku mumbled, Katsuki was losing his mind. Not only was he losing Izukus attention but the fingers were becoming for persische and faster.

“OH MHAHAY GOHOD!! SHUAHA-AA! NONONONO!!” As Bakugo tried to get Deku to snap back into reality, Dekus hands wondered right where the top back of the ribs meets the armpit. This sent his spiraling, as he bucked and kicked and did whatever he could to get it to stop.

“STOHAHAOP!! STAHAHAP RIHIGHT NOW!! EHEHARTH T-TO IZUHUKU!!” He kicked his leg up and hit the boy in the back, snapping him out of it and the tickling to come to a stop.

“Wha-wha? O-Oh! Sorry Kachan, I didn’t mean to-” Izuku quickly got off of his and flipped him onto his back, Katsuki instantly curled into his self, hugging his ribs.

“My……My gohod!….You… you nearly—Nearly killed me!” He angrily growled, panting to catching his breath

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!” Izuku, being Izuku, tried to over compensate how angry Bakugo actually was (which was not a lot) and try and fix it. He hated having the feeling that he made somebody feel bad.

“T-That! Was the—….. WORST!” Katsuki slowly sat up looking straight into the green boys nervous eyes.

“I- I didn’t know! I’m-im so sorry—”

“No no! You deserve a little revenge”

“I-I.. what?” Deku slowly scooted back on the bed worried for what Kachan would signify as ‘revenge’

“Don’t try and get away! GET OVER HERE!” Bakugo lunged towards Deku.

They wrestled with Deku losing this time. Before he could say anything a scream was heard from inside the room, that scream being Izukus. Laughter flooded the air quickly as Katsuki got his revenge.

—————————————

A little short I know but I really wanted to write some Lee Bakugo!! ;•^^

[rachi-roo]

Happy birthday, Dekuuuu!!! 💚💚💚

🥳🎉

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

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi hello I work this weekend and I'm beyond over it but here's a quick tododeku dabble cause the new episode made me ugly cry and Lee!Todoroki makes me feel better <3

CW: Foot Tickles, very very mild suggestive humor

Todoroki was going to die. No, really- he was!

Hiding in the first closet he found, he held his breath in wait- his heart racing a mile a minute. It was so loud he was sure his pursuer was using it to track him.

The thought alone was nearly enough to make him laugh- he bit his lip to keep down the giggles.

“Shooootooo!” The voice was close. Todoroki straightened up, freezing all over with his hands clamped to his lips. He heard footsteps coming closer, the sound of soft laughter muffled by the door. When they suddenly stopped, he nearly gasped.

Then, they kept on walking.

Todoroki didn’t move- stiff as a statue as he waited. He waited until he couldn’t hear the footsteps any longer, until the anticipation in his bones yielded enough to return feeling to his limbs. Then, and only then did he open the door and look.

The dorm hall was empty. The background was filled with sounds of his fellow classmates in various rooms going about their day. He listened for a moment longer.

Nothing. The coast seemed to be clear. He dashed out as silently as he could, running for the safety of his room-

Something slithered around his ankle. Black Whip- Midoriya’s additional quirk. He was down and out in seconds.

“Nooo!” He cried out, already laughing as he was dragged across the floor. “Don’t! Please! Have mercy on me!”

“Mercy is for the weak!” Midoriya cried back, his villain facade fading with his own giggles as Todoroki clawed at the floor. The whole gesture reminded him of a reluctant cat. “Beg all you want- you belong to me now!”

“That doesn’t sound too bad thou-AHH!” Todoroki let out a shriek when he was finally within Midoriya’s reach, his boyfriend scoping up his ankle with ease. “Waahhahit nohohohot thahahhat!”

“Huh?” Do that” you said?” He cooed, slowly dragging his fingers against Todoroki’s socked sole. “Eager aren’t we? If you wanted me to tickle you this bad, you could have just stayed put! Very well then- tickle tickle tickle!”

Todoroki could only thrash about on the floor, his laughter taking a new pitch as he struggled to grab at Midoriya’s hands. “Dohohohoohn’t yoohhoohu dhahahahare! Gehahahahahha, cohohohome ohohohohn!” He let out a small squeal when Midoriya focused on a particularly bad spot along the base of his toes, nearly making him slam his head into the floor with how much he squirmed. “Mihihihidoriya, pleahhahahahase!”

“Hehe, you look like a fish! It’s like I’m wrangling in the catch of the day!” The green haired hero laughed as he took a seat, Todoroki’s foot still trapped in his grasp as he watched the other flail and cackle. Seeing him smiling so suddenly gave him a terrible idea.

“Somewhere, beyond the sea,” He began to sing.

“DOOHOHOOHN’T YOOHOHOHOU DAHHAHAHRE!” Todoroki cackled, pounding the ground beneath him as he struggled between hiding his flushed face or kicking at the other with his free foot. “HHAHAHHAHVE MEHEHEHRCY!”

“Someone is waiting for meeee~” Deku drew out the notes as he skittered his fingers up his boyfriend’s foot with a flourish, melting at the hiccupy laughs he produced. “And I forgot the rest of the wooooords~” He gave the trapped foot within his grasp one last tickle before releasing him, crawling up his tired frame and coming to a stop at his exhausted but oh so lovely smile. “Something something, I love you. That’s how the song goes, right?”

“Eheheheheh..hehehee..suhuhure. Let’s go with thahaht..” Todoroki groaned, running a hand through his messy bangs as he struggled for composure. When he could finally catch a breath, he glared halfheartedly up at his smiling boyfriend. “You’re terrible- who hooks someone in with their quirk and tickles their feet like that?”

“I do!” Midoriya laughed openly, making Todoroki giggle as well. “I should go fishing more often- I caught myself one heck of a beauty!”

“So you did. Bet you can’t wait to show off to the guys what you reeled in.”

“Heck no- they can go eat fish sticks out of the freezer. I already told you- you’re all mine.” Midoriya leaned in, kissing him slowly and gently- just the way he liked it. Todoroki could feel his heart racing, warmth spreading through his core and making his toes curl. Oh how he loved the way Midoriya kissed him.

“We should go somewhere. Before someone interrupts.” He somehow managed to gasp out when they pulled away- his brain and lips suddenly working far slower than he’d like.

“Sure. Your room or mine?” When did Midoriya get this bold? He could feel his entire face burn brightly at the question, worsening when the little bastard smiled knowingly. “You’re so pretty when you blush, Shoto.”

“I’m gonna dump ice down your back if you keep acting up.” Todoroki threatened, once again unable to hold on to any real glare as he was swept off his feet, carried away to whichever room Midoriya picked. “You’re lucky I love you- else I’d turn you into a human ice sculpture.”

The green haired teen merely leaned in and kissed him again, that warm feeling coming back like a cozy blanket on a chilly day. “I love you too.”

Thanks for reading! :D

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober 2023 Week 3 (BNHA)

@otomiya-tickles your wish is my command 💖

A/N: Fair warning—this one's a little unhinged 😵‍💫

Summary: Izuku's emotions get the better of him and, unfortunately, Katsuki gets caught in the crossfire

Characters: lee!Bakugou, ler!Deku

Izuku didn’t know how it happened. One minute he was lost in thought, minding his own business, and the next he was sat with a livid, ensnared Katsuki Katsuki, The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, dangling only a few inches in front of him.

Katsuki had stepped into the common room to get a snack when he noticed Izuku sitting on one of the couches, clearly zoned out. I’ll leave him be, Katsuki thought. That was until four spidery black-green tendrils burst forth from the green haired boy, rapidly approaching Katsuki. They snatched each of his limbs and he was promptly flung over to that same couch.

“...Deku.” Katsuki growled, glaring at Izuku upside down.

“Ah! Kacchan!? How did you get here-oh. Oh.”

“Care to explain?”

How could he let Blackwhip get out of control again!? He hadn’t even noticed Kacchan walk into the common room. Though he had been thinking about him, thinking about his muscular physique, how he wanted to put his hands all over him and—

“Deku! Earth to Deku!”

“AH! S-sorry, Kacchan. Um, I-I really don’t know how this happened. Honest! I didn’t even know you were here!”

“Whatever, just let me go already.”

“Right, yes of course.”

He tried. He really did. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let go.

“Uhh… About that…”

“Don’t tell me.”

“...”

“You don’t know how to release me?”

Izuku nodded, horrified.

“Alright then. Brace yourself.”

Hands tied behind his back, Katsuki set off some small explosions. It was no use.

“You could have at least picked a less humiliating position, you know!” Katsuki exclaimed. “What is this, some kind of shibari!?”

Katsuki hung like a chandelier, his wrists and ankles bound together while the rest of his body dangled freely.

“I-I-I don’t know! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I wasn’t trying to do anything!”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“...What were you thinking about before this happened?” Katsuki asked.

“Uh, w-well I, uhm…”

“Spit it out!”

“I don’t think you want to know!”

“I do if it’s the only way to get me out of this damn thing!”

Deku groaned. Why this, of all things?

“I was thinking about… you…”

“And?”

“Touch—”

“Touching me!?”

“No no, not like that!!” A bright blush spread across Izuku’s face. “I was thinking about t-t-tickling you.” Izuku avoided Katsuki’s burning gaze.

“...Are you serious?”

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. The two boys stayed silent for a moment.

“If… If that’s really the only way, then,” Katsuki started, “Can you at least take us to your room first? If anyone else sees me like this, you’re dead.”

“Right.”

Izuku cautiously stood up. Katsuki was brought up with him. Izuku almost wanted to laugh now, having calmed down after realizing Kacchan truly had no say in this. He checked to see if there was anyone in the hallway before racing as fast as he could back to his dorm. Katsuki lightly bounced up and down with every step Izuku took as he trailed behind him.

Thankfully, Izuku managed to evade everyone else on his way back. He quickly shut the door behind them and brought Katsuki over to his bed. He attempted to set him down onto it, but Katsuki ended up hovering a few inches above it instead. Izuku sighed and sat on the bed himself, facing Kacchan once again.

“Just know I’m going to get you back for this, tenfold.”

“I know.”

Katsuki tugged at his binds, testing his mobility. “Little help here?”

Unable to get a handle on his quirk, Izuku unintentionally shifted Katsuki into a classic shibari pose, his wrists and ankles now bound together behind his back. A few more tendrils burst out of Izuku against his will, securing Katsuki further still. They wrapped around Katsuki’s body in a flattering way, accentuating his form.

“Not helping!”

“Agh, I’m sorry, I can’t control it!” Izuku whined.

“Fine! Just, get on with it!”

The tendrils appeared to tighten as Izuku’s nervousness increased. Katsuki noticed this and, not wanting to prolong the situation, said, “Breathe, nerd. You're stressing your quirk out, or some shit.”

“Oh! I-I think you’re right.”

What a fascinating development, Izuku thought. Seems like I really have to go through with this in order to regain control of Blackwhip. It’s not like Izuku had never tickled Katsuki before. They used to have tickle fights all the time as kids. Being insanely ticklish, Izuku always lost. He had never gotten a real chance to test Katsuki’s limits before…

With no other choice, Izuku reached forward and placed his trembling hands on Kacchan’s waist. Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. Blackwhip buzzed with anticipation. Izuku focused, squeezing up and down Katsuki’s sides experimentally. Katsuki inhaled sharply. Izuku moved towards Katsuki’s abs and, feeling a little more brave, dug all ten fingers in.

“Hrmph!”

Izuku could feel his nerves dying down. “Come on, Kacchan!” If we have to do this, we might as well enjoy it. “Laugh for me!”

“O-over my dead bohody!”

Izuku could feel a carnal desire festering inside of him. I must want this really badly if Blackwhip is spiraling this wildly out of control, he thought. And if this is my one chance to tickle Kacchan to pieces… I’m going to take that chance.

Blackwhip, heeding Izuku’s call from within, sprouted several more luminescent tendrils. Izuku and his new tendrils surged forward. Izuku vibrated his fingers into Kacchan’s rib cage, searching for every little sensitive spot he could remember. Two of the tendrils snaked around each of Katsuki’s legs, wriggling up his pants and tickling his knees and thighs. Two more snuck up his shirt into his armpits. Another two found his ears. The final four targeted his feet: two brushed his arches while the other two slithered in between his toes.

“BAHAHAHAHA FUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA- WHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOU- AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOAHAHAHA!”

Oh, he couldn’t handle it. Katsuki had never felt anything like this before. It was maddening, yet somehow… kind of addicting.

“IT FEELS SO WEHEHEIRD! G-GEHET YOUR DAMN QUIRK UNDER CONTROHOHAHAHAHA!”

Izuku’s eyes were glowing green. He had an indescribable look on his face—some mixture of elation and determination. He continued to explore Kacchan’s rib cage, trying to find that one spot just above his upper ribs below his arm-

GAHAHAAAAA! DEHEHEHEHEHEKU! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Bingo. Katsuki shook his head, it being the only body part he could really move. Blackwhip was still going at its respective targets as Izuku continued to massage those two little spots below Kacchan’s armpits. Katsuki felt as if his mind was turning to mush.

Izuku had never seen Katsuki like this before. He was in some kind of trance, enraptured by Katsuki’s raucous laughter and trembling form. He was enjoying this a little too much.

“P-PLEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHA! STAHAHAHAA!”

Katsuki couldn’t take much more of this. He felt like every single nerve on his body was tingling. He’d never felt this ticklish in his life. How was this even possible!? His position, the mixture of sensations, the look on Deku’s face… It was all too much. He had to do something, anything, to get out of this, but he could barely think. Is this what Deku felt like when he begged for mercy—oh!

“DEHEHEHEHEKU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL MIHAHAHAHIGHT!!”

Their childhood safeword.

“Eeh? Ah!”

Izuku stopped and pulled back immediately after he processed what he had heard. Blackwhip fully retracted seconds later, depositing a dumbfounded Katsuki onto the mattress below.

“Oh, thahank Gohohod…”

“Oh my gosh, Kacchan, are you okay? What happened? I totally blanked out there!”

“I am… I am going to kill you. COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!”

“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!?”

Katsuki tackled Izuku, grabbing his flanks and crackling harmless little explosions all over his waist, hips, and thighs.

“You’re not the only one who can use his quirk for tickle torture! How do you like it, huh!?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAI’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!”

“Stupid nerd…” Katsuki said to himself, fondly. “You’ll be real sorry by the time I’m done with you!”