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sallage · 4 months

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I'm Not Giving Up

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 2

Warning: This is a tickle fic!

Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad

Words: 4,995

Reading Time: 20 Minutes

A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇

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Bakugo was famously known for his temper and volatile nature, which often led him to spend long periods of time alone in his dorm.

However, this was different.

The fight with Aya stuck with him long after it had ended. In his mind, the scene repeated itself over and over again, with his uncontrollable and hysterical laughter echoing throughout the entire scene. He was unable to get over the embarrassing display he had put on, and in an effort to not be questioned again, he refused to speak unless necessary, and avoided everyone's probing eyes.

Bakugo made sure that he put in an exceptional amount of effort during his classes, and his hard work was evident from the high marks he constantly received. He also did remarkably well in his training sessions, and he would always show up the next day to put in another stellar performance. Despite his tireless work ethic, he remained stoic and avoided engaging with anyone.

For the most part, his friends gave him space, but they also worried about him when over time, he became increasingly reclusive. Hesitant knocks at his door gradually progressed to regular knocking sessions and Bakugo chose to ignore it all. With his friends constantly trying to probe why he had become so distant and unresponsive, Bakugo simply brushed off their questions and continued to ignore them.

His stomach growled and he growled back. Unable to ignore the hunger pangs, he got up from his studies and made the short trek to the common room to retrieve the ramen noodles he’d stored away. Looking out of the window, He could see that the night was already set, with only a few specks of light illuminating the darkening sky. There was no sound, just the peaceful stillness that encapsulated the world. The perfect night.

As Bakugo looked out of the window, he noticed a brief hint of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention towards the hallway and locked eyes with Deku. Bakugo felt a cringe run through him, certain that Deku would take the opportunity to try and talk to him. He felt a pre-angry vein ready up in his temple.

Five seconds out of his room and he was already pissed off.

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!”

Bakugo would rather drink paint than respond.

Midoriya faltered, picking up on it right away. “Right well…A bunch of us are going out to get food. I know you’re making some, but you should come.”

Bakugo’s annoyance was visible as he focused on stirring his noodles.

“Kacchan-”

“Does it fucking look like-”

“No, your noodles!”

“Shit!”

The water boiled over the top of the pot, spilling out onto the counter. Bakugo angrily turned the heat down and took the pot to the sink. Looking inside, he found that his noodles were completely overcooked and gross. He had an urge to blow the entire dormitory to dust, his frustration and anger peaking in that moment.

Instead, he picked up his phone and shouldered past Midoriya.

“Hey, where are you going? Aren't you still hungry?”

Bakugo remained silent, walking towards the exit of the building without a word. Midoriya matched his stride, catching up to him and pushing himself between the other and the exit. The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Move.”

“No.”

Bakugo opened his eyes, dangerous energy flashing through them. “If you don't move, I will turn you and this entire place to dust.”

Midoriya shook his head. “You’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. What happened at the circuit-”

“Holy shit, do you ever just shut up?!” Bakugo’s face instantly grew red with humiliation. Emotions pounded in his head like a gavel, his fists clenched tight at his sides, wishing he could detonate that annoying ass rock sitting in the back of his throat.

“A win like that may have been enough for a weakling like you but I have higher standards for myself. We're not on the same level, Deku! I’m better than you. And for some stupid reason you keep forgetting that!”

“Kacchan, I’m talking about you beating yourself up over something that's just a part of the process. Her quirk was-”

“I don’t give a shit! Get the hell out of my-”

“You’re falling behind.”

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Midoriya quickly kept on. “You never go beyond anymore. Usually, we can hear you practicing in the arena by yourself or with Kirishima, but we haven’t heard you in weeks and Kirishima hasn’t heard from you. There was even an opportunity to shadow a pro hero and you didn’t take it-”

“I don’t need to follow some nobody-”

“No. It’s like you’re depressed or something.” Midoriya bravely interrupted. “It’s like you’re giving up.”

Bakugo's eyes widened, a sudden fire in his chest blazed with determined violence. Sparks spewed from his hands, his eyes set on the green target standing before him. He dared not allow himself to give up or be the laughing stock of the school. He would burn in hell before assuming a role like that.

Midoriya stood his ground, refusing to concede, and determined to face down the inferno before him. He knew being honest with his friend would reward him with something like a bloody nose, but he was determined to anyway, especially if it would help Kacchan in the end.

Bakugo was known for his prideful and arrogant disposition, but this encounter with Midoriya shook him. The younger prodigy’s comments caused the blonde to be infuriated and bitter, but only temporarily. Deep down inside, Bakugo knew there was some substance to the accusation, and it made him feel weak. His energy and willpower were dwindling, leaving him tired, exhausted, and lacking the spark that he always relied on to make him feel like the powerhouse he always saw himself as.

He no longer felt like he could truly measure up, and he hated that.

The sparks in his hands barely left a trace of smoke, leaving Bakugo feeling a mixture of grief and rage.

“I’m not giving up.” He mumbled before roughly pushing past Midoriya and exiting the building.

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Bakugo took a walk, wanting to occupy his thoughts. He came to a beautiful forest clearing and sat down, leaning back on his elbows, to gaze up at the stars. Despite his efforts to keep his thoughts away, they still came to him on their own.

“It’s like you’re giving up.”

It was Deku that said that to him. That useless fucker told him he was the one slipping through the cracks. He angrily kicked at a rock near his foot.

“I’m not giving up, damn Deku.” Bakugo said out loud. “I’m just getting started.”

His ears suddenly pricked and his attention focused on soft, sneaky footfalls that came from a nearby spot to his left.

Bakugo warily looked around as he stood up, his senses fully alert now. A plan instantly materialized in his mind before an unexpected loud yell came from somewhere behind him. A dark shadow suddenly came hurtling towards him, which he barely dodged in time. He released a blast in that direction then was grabbed from behind. He was just about to unleash a full explosion when he heard a familiar voice.

“Ah! Okay, ouch! What the heck, Bakugo?!”

“Hey, man! Chill out!”

“Kaminari?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes in the now illuminated darkness, as the tree that took the full brunt of his quirk was now on fire. He watched as Kaminari hurriedly extinguished some lit sparks from his hair. The other voice came from behind. ”Kirishima?” Bakugo yelled, confused as hell. “What the hell are you two idiots doing?”

Kirishima released him and put his hand behind his own head apologetically. “We heard you were out here so we all came to see what you were doing.”

Bakugo's eyes darted behind the red head to see the faces of Deku, Sero, and Todoroki, who was icing the part of the tree Bakugo set on fire.

“Sorry not sorry!” Kaminari smiled, still picking at his hair. “But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to scare the pants off of you.”

“I almost killed you, idiot.”

“But you didn't!” Kaminari winked, throwing a thumbs up.

Bakugo scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them. “You’re all morons.”

He began walking but Kirishima grabbed his arm. “I’m just going to be straight with you, man. All of us are worried about you.”

Bakugo jerked his arm out of his grip. “Worry about yourselves.”

“We know you’re not okay, dude.” Kaminari spoke up. “You haven’t exploded anyone in weeks. That must be a personal record.”

The others nodded, sharing grunts of agreement.

Bakugo growled. “Do you want me to exploded you? Is that it?” Sparks flew wildly out of his hands. “I can take all of you losers without even blinking!”

“Let's do it.”

Everyone looked at Kirishima confused, including Bakugo.

Sero rose his hand as if he were in class. “Five against one? What’s that going to do?”

“He just said he could take us all, so lets do it. But let's make it interesting.” Bakugo saw Kirishima's smile and returned his gaze with sharp, dagger-like eyes. A challenge, even one that seemed suspicious, wasn’t in Bakugo’s blood to refuse.

"What?" Bakugo replied testily. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, as if he was some broken or beaten-down puppy. But he was far from defeated, and he could destroy them all if he wanted to. He would prove each of them wrong, even if it meant blasting them to charred pieces.

Kirishima thought for a moment before answering. “If you win, then we’ll leave you alone. If we win, then you have to let us help you.”

Midoriya knew exactly what Kirishima was trying to do. Bakugo couldn't hope to take them all on at once. There was too much power in this group for him to handle on his own. But, as Midoriya knew too well, Bakugo wouldn't back down.

The angry blonde had been distracted lately, and he was so focused on proving his strength and ability that he might not fully grasp the possibility of failure. Midoriya knew that a challenge like this could finally give them the opportunity to break through to him.

Bakugo turned his nose up, seconds away from refusing before Kirishima added the cherry on top.

“Unless you think you can't?”

Bakugo's explosions ignited, and he sent a powerful blast towards Kirishima, who hardened himself in response and took the hit. Then, he sent a second blast towards Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, who were all standing together. Todoroki threw up an ice wall to block the group from the explosion. The ice wall took the blast and was shattered into sparkling pieces as the explosion dissipated.

Kirishima barreled towards Bakugo who used his quirk to send himself flying into the air. Todoroki instantly leveled with him on the right, raising his right arm. To the left, Bakugo spotted Kaminari still on the ground and sparking with electricity. Sero was next to Kirishima, face scrunched in focus as he held fast with some tape, and Deku had used his quirk to quickly speed behind Bakugo on the ground, so the blonde was covered on all bases. All of them seemed to have coordinated a plan for their attacks without even a warning that Bakugo was going to attack.

They planned this.

In that moment of clarity, Bakugo knew he was going to lose.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try like hell anyway.

He shot his hand up and quickly used his blasts to send him back to the ground. Kaminari and Sero released their quirks at the same time, missing Bakugo and hitting each other. The blonde could hardly land on the ground before he was body slammed hard by Kirishima, tumbling unceremoniously onto his side. Deku jumped up and tried to kick him, but Bakugo grabbed his leg, throwing him in a random direction right as he was was tackled again by Kirishima who was trying to get a grip over the blonde’s wrists.

Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He also knew his friends weren’t going to leave him alone, but passing up an opportunity to fight them? He’d never done that, no matter his mental state.

Bakugo screamed and set off a blast all around him, knocking Kirishima off of him.

Through the dust and sparks, his eyes widened as he saw Todoroki appear in front of him with his right arm raised, a short burst of ice that was too fast to dodge caught Bakugo’s hand. The blast was harsh, knocking him back a few steps. He slammed his hand onto the ground, using his quirk at the same time to break it. He threw his arm out to Todoroki but his large blast was averted when strong tape closed around his wrist and yanked it backwards.

He glared harshly at Sero, who waved at him, looking nervous. Bakugo’s hands sparked explosively, ready to wipe them both out with a single blast before he suddenly cried out as Kaminari’s quirk seared through him, paralyzing him leaving a hot metallic taste in his mouth.

He was stuck for a few seconds, but it was enough. Deku flew in out of nowhere and delivered a hard kick to his chest, making him fall flat onto his back. Kirishima immediately grabbed his wrists, hardening himself in time for a large explosion to overtake them both. Todoroki covered the others protectively with an ice wall, which shattered and exploded around them, falling around them like burnt snow.

Bakugo’s hands smoked and steam rose off of Kirishima’s body, but he was still holding the other. Bakugo cursed and readied himself for another round, but was quickly stopped when he felt tape wrap tightly around his wrists then ice following enveloping his hands in a large block that covered his arms from his fingertips to his elbows, securing him tightly to the ground with his wrists raised slightly over his head. Midoriya, and Kaminari jumped over to his legs, trying to restrain them as he kicked and cursed wildly.

It was over.

Everyone around him was breathing hard, trying to wrestle a feral and partially restrained Bakugo, who was still fighting despite the obvious. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder.

“It’s over!” Kirishima shouted, trying to speak over his aggression. “Stop fighting, we won.”

Bakugo shook his head and cursed. “Get the hell offa me!”

“No!” Everyone yelled in unison.

“I said get off!” There was a small chip in his voice.

Everyone paused and looked at each other, worriedly. Kirishima put both hands on Bakugo’s shoulders and pressed them firmly to the ground. “Bakugo, stop!”

He did. He just laid there silently, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was no longer struggling and no longer spewing hateful words. He was defeated.

But most of all, he was tired.

Silence lingered. Kirishima was the one to break it.

“We’re going to be real with you, man.” Kirishima started, easing up on his grip. “We’re all worried about you. You haven’t acted like yourself in weeks. You’re acting like you’re giving up on becoming the number one hero. You walk around as if someone killed your dog, man and its gotta stop. ”

Bakugo stayed silent for a while. “I’m not giving up.”

“Could have fooled us.” Kaminari mumbled, earning a glare from the blonde.

“Hate to break it to you, dude but you might be depressed or unmotivated or something.” Sero shrugged as a matter of factly.

“You need support and you need it from your friends.” Todoroki deadpanned.

Midoriya stayed quiet and observed from the back, knowing his input could set the blonde off in a different way.

Bakugo knew deep down that they were right. He would never admit it out loud, but he was unmotivated, stuck in an endless cycle of self-hate and criticalness. Before the circuit, he was convinced that he had mastered all of his weaknesses and found ways to overcome them. Whether it was a new support item or modifications to his hero uniform, he felt unstoppable with every step he took forward. He felt as if he had everything under control, until such a trivial and unconventional weakness he hadn’t thought about since childhood nearly had him begging at the hands of a girl that didn’t even lay one finger on him. Technically he won that battle, but in his mind he lost.

Just like that damn sports festival.

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, having reached his limit with everyone’s hands and eyes all over him. “Fucking whatever! Fine.” He grunted before he could stop himself.

Sero and Kaminari gasped, making Bakugo want to immediately retract his statement.

“Manly!” Kirishima whooped, shaking the blondes shoulders ceremoniously.

“Now let me up.” Bakugo demanded, pulling at his arms, unable to feel his hands anymore due to the cold.

Everyone’s smiles disappeared, and they looked at each other again. Bakugo noticed the looks and frowned.

“What?”

Kirishima smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, man. You're not going to like this but,” The red head paused, stealing a glance at Midoriya. “We’re going to help you.”

Bakugo growled. “What the hell does that mean? Just let me up!”

Kirishima braced himself. “We’re going to tickle you.”

Bakugo blanched.

“No.”

“It makes sense.” Kaminari spoke up. “We can get your endurance up.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“It could work.” Todoroki agreed.

“Are you all deaf or something? I said no!”

“Damn it, Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled. He got up from his position and stood over him. “This is messing with you because you give it power. I know you feel like it’s a big deal, but it’s not the end of the world.” Midoriya’s voice was firm and confident. “You’re not weak Kacchan, but the way you’re acting is.”

Bakugo’s face turned red. With anger or embarrassment, Midoriya didn’t know or care, so he continued. “I’ve never known you to give up on anything, even when things seemed impossible. If you give up on this, you won’t improve. And you could become a liability; the weakness on someone else’s team.”

Everyone was slack jawed. Kirishima even leg go of Bakugo’s shoulders. The angry blonde looked as if he was about to explode, staring at Izuku with eyes that dripped with venom.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “Then fucking get it over with.”

Everyone looked at each other then at Midoriya. His eyebrows were raised in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting his friend to even hear anything he said. Everyone shared his moment of shock before nodding at each other and moving.

Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest when Midoriya moved to sit next to Todoroki, who applied more ice to his already tightly restrained arms. Sero and Kaminari reinforced their hold on his legs and Kirishima sat criss crossed next to him. In a soft voice, he started speaking. “We’re just going to see how long you can last, and we’ll work from there. The safe word is red. Say that if you can’t take it anymore.”

“This is stupid.” Bakugo huffed. “I don’t need a damn safe woh-!”

Sudden light scribbles over the fabric covering his sides forced his mouth closed as Kirishima tentatively used the tips of his blunt nails to lightly scratch at the area. The blonde cringed and furrowed his brow. If Kirishima had a magnifying glass, he would be able to make out other’s nose twitching, the action so minuscule it seemed wrong to even notice it. Kirishima moved his nails to his stomach, where more noticeably, Bakugo’s body tensed. Kirishima resisted the urge to smile, knowing the blonde would put a stop to this immediately if he sensed any amusement from either one of them.

As soon as Kirishima’s devil nails touched down on Bakugo, the blonde instantly instantly regretted consenting to it. His wardrobe wasn't the least bit protective, sporting a simple black tank top and lose fitting sweatpants. When Kirishima grazed his fingernails over the sides of his hips, he involuntarily yanked at his arms hard, cracking some of the melting ice. Midoriya and Todoroki reinforced their grip on his elbows and biceps, forcing him to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent cursing them out, more worried about laughter spilling out than actual words.

Jolts of ticklish energy moved through his body, striking him at random like lightning in the form of twitches and jolts. Somehow he felt more sensitive, Kirishima’s soft fingers already driving him up the wall. He growled out loud when Kirishima struck a soft spot right above his hip bones and the red head paused before lightly spidering his fingers there. Bakugo tried to pull his legs to his chest but Sero and Kaminari where right there to prevent it.

“Fuck this,” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I changed my MiHIND!” He cursed at the high pitched yelp that flew out of his mouth when Kirishima nicked one of his lower ribs. He shook his head again and pulled at his arms, face burning. “Did you h-hear me, idiot? I said-”

Kirishima’s big hands closed around his ribs and squeezed, causing the angry blonde to writhe and arch to the side. He wanted to open his mouth and tell him to stop, but he couldn’t get past the closed mouth grunts and giggles that wanted to slip past his tightly pursed lips. Bakugo started struggling, less from the sensations currently driving him mad and more by the need to escape. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

The wind, the noise the trees made when it passed, the crickets-

His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt fingers in both of his armpits. He ripped himself from his meditation to lock eyes with Deku and Todoroki who were lightly tickling his armpits at the same softness as Kirishima. He spluttered and started yanking at his arms for a different reason now, but all for the same goal.

Kirishima looked up and locked eyes with the others. Bakugo almost missed the silent message that passed between the three of them, but before he could protest, they all transitioned from light curious scribbles to harsh and rough ones. Kneading, pinching, and scratching up and down his ribs and in and around his armpits.

Bakugo let out a bark of surprised laughter before soundlessly thrashing.

Kirishima used his fingers to keep a good grip on the blonde’s sides while his thumbs got to rotating, kneading right into the groves and ridges of his ribcage. Kirishima rotated his thumbs into wide circles, then would randomly pinpoint a small section that he would focus on, driving the blonde crazy with its unpredictability. Midoriya knew exactly which buttons to push, forcing the blonde to inch away from him the most despite similar treatment on his other side. Midoriya knowingly teased and traced around Bakugo’s death spot, and he was hyper aware of the fact that Midoriya had the golden ticket and how close he was to cashing it in.

“You…Mother…f-fucking NERD!” Bakugo hissed when Midoriya faked out scratching at his death spot, instead going around it.

“He’s not even paying attention to me. Midoriya, what are you doing?” Todoroki talked as if he was asking about the weather or a homework assignment, not like he was in the middle of trying to wreck his friend.

Bakugo shot Midoriya a world shattering glare, but Midoriya just smiled and shrugged, not wanting to be the one to reveal his childhood best friend’s weak spot. “You just have to look, I guess.”

“Okay.”

Todoroki picked up the pace, searching for a spot that would produce a similar reaction. Once Todoroki’s wiggling fingers descended towards the bottom of his armpits, Bakugo gasped and shifted away, causing the half and half hero to look at Midoriya with deadpanned victory.

“I got it.”

Todoroki nodded at Deku, then at Kirishima. A silent agreement passed between the boys and Bakugo’s eyes widened as soon as he caught onto it.

“Wait, fuck stop! You- Agh! No no NOO! WAHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIIT!” He screamed, arching his back and trying his best to kick his legs out of his friend’s tortuous grip. “AGGHAAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHHELL?! NAH! STAAAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Bingo. Todoroki and Midoriya massaged the spot right above his ribs and below his underarms. Kirishima closed his hands into fists and started knuckling the bottom half of his ribs. Bakugo’s laughter went up a few pitches and he jerked around hysterically, attempting to buck his hips and free his arms and legs. He felt cool water rolling down his arms and to his frustration, even that tickled.

“STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BASTARDS!”

Black smoke rose from holes in the ice and Todoroki stopped to reapply it. Bakugo didn't even notice the break, due to Midoriya absolutely letting him have it on his other side. Bakugo sneered and cursed, face scrunched in delirious hilarity. Kirishima’s devious fingers wiggled down Bakugo’s torso, testing new areas for reaction. His sides caused him to writhe depending on the pressure, but he could explore that later. Once kirishima’s fingers graze over his hipbones, Bakugo threw his head back and let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Kirishima frowned, confused for a moment before looking over to see Kaminari and Sero messing with the undersides of his knees. Chucking to himself, He watched Bakugo try and fail to kick his legs, shaking his head and bucking his hips.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! GEHEHEHT OFF MEHEHEHEHE!”

He slammed his head on the ground, his face and neck turning a dark shade of red.

Without warning, Midoriya and Todoroki doubled their efforts. Not wanting to be outdone, Kirishima doubled down as well. Kaminari and Sero chuckled at Bakugo’s hilarious reactions and started teasing the top of his knees as well as the bottom. Bakugo’s laughter stayed the same but his thrashing increased, throwing Kaminari around as the electric hero lost his grip a few times.

Bakugo’s laughter became desperate. The spidering along his hips, the fingers in his underarms, the knuckling along his ribs, the annoying and jolting tickles on both sides of his knees and the massage along his death spot was way too much. Through a frustrated yell, his struggling doubled and the ice crackled again, bits and pieces flying off in jagged layers.

“AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAH! SHIT! SHIHIT OKAY! RAHAHAHA- REH- REEHEHEHEHEHHED! RED DAMN IT SSTAHAHAHAHAHHAPP!”

Everyone’s fingers stilled and Bakugo’s entire body slumped, head pushed back, defeated.

“Alright man,” Kirishima started. “That was 4 minutes.”

“I can understand why you think it’s a weakness.” Kaminari stifled a giggle.

“Yeah, dude you're like, super ticklish.” Sero chuckled, nudging Kaminari.

If Bakugo’s face had been able to blush any further, it would have.

“Shut… up.” He gasped. “Get this damn ice offa me.”

Everyone let up. Todoroki melted his ice and Sero cut his tape. When Bakugo was free, he sat up and dusted himself off. He rubbed his hands together warming them and resisted the urge to smack and rub his body to make the phantom sensations go away.

Everyone was looking at him, expectedly, wondering if they had went too far. Bakugo picked up on it and groaned. “The fuck are you all gawking at?”

Kirishima clapped his hands together once, eagerly. “Alright well, I say we set up some training sessions! Come up with different challenges that Bakugo would have to face and track his progress.”

“One could be an interrogation! Someone could give him a set of numbers and he would have to hold onto it until a time limit expires.” Sero shrugged.

“One could include combat training.” Todoroki quietly suggested. “We could spar and see if it affects how he fights.”

“Then after a while we could do this again and see if he can last longer!” Sero concluded.

“So it’s about endurance?” Kaminari asked.

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered. “That means he’s going to have to get tickled. A lot.” Kirishima felt a small twinge of guilt as he looked at Bakugo, realizing that the blonde's plight was indeed a humorous one, but he also recognized the severity of the situation. He had never viewed being ticklish as anything more than a harmless and fun activity, but he could see that it affected Bakugo differently, which made him want to reach out and be there for him.

Kirishima had no idea what exactly his friend was feeling, but he intended to support him in whatever way he could. “You have to be willing, Bakugo or this isn’t going to work. You can say yes or no and we won’t push you, but know that this will help you, and it will help you improve rather than hold you back.”

Bakugo finally looked up at the group, and exhaled tiredly. It was not an angry, irritated, or upset sigh, but one of pure exhaustion.

“Fine.” He conceded, rolling his eyes as everyone’s faces lit up in happy surprise. “No one finds out about this. I mean it, assholes. Got it?”

Everyone nodded enthusiastically and Bakugo huffed.

The tired blonde stood up and stretched, narrowing his eyes at everyone, gaze lingering on a nervous green headed nerd. “Who told you losers I was out here?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Sero pointed at Deku, who squawked at the other in betrayal. Bakugo’s eyes flash red and he set off some small explosions in his hands. “Run. Run hard and fast.”

Deku wasted no time, tripping over himself as he rapidly climbed to his feet and ran away, yelling some sincere sounding apologies behind him with Bakugo right on his ass.

Everyone laughed and Kirishima sighed contently.

Bakugo was back.

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Part 3

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wreckingtickles · 6 months

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Tama v. Bakugo

Yep, this tickling fic was inspired by Tama's absolutely stellar Bakugo piece, which will live rent-free in my mind... probably forever?

Fun fact #1: Bakugo broken with ruthless foot tickling is my favorite thing in the world, it's not even a contest. No. 1 lee, no. 1 spot. Just perfect.

Fun fact #2: Many of the lins the characters say are taken straight from Tama's drawings depicting Bakugo and her favorite teases.

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What the fuck is happening?

Bakugo glances about in the infinite blank space. White everywhere the eye can see, even below him there isn’t so much as a hint of a floor; and yet, it’s undeniable the contraption he’s sitting in is resting on something; heck, he himself must be sitting on something, though he can see nothing under himself.

Right, the contraption: a set of purplish-gray stocks encasing his ankles, raising them just enough that they’re almost level with his chest, which juts prominently forward as massive manacles restrain his forearms together behind his back. The top of the stocks is a black and curved, and, on top of blocking Bakugo’s view of his feet, he can feel that each of his toes has been tied to it, keeping his soles perfectly spread, vulnerable and immobile.

The only other thing he can see is a small, round table right next to the stocks, lying on something that should be below the floor, and on top of the gray table, a squat bottle of clear fluid, purple-capped and purple-labeled.

Suddenly, a tall, curvy woman is standing right in front of him. Everything on her person is some shade of yellow. What stands out right away is her slip-on dress, barely cladding her buxom form; then, her sea witch-like hair, like carefully permed algae, and… is that a raw egg on her head?

Each of her fingers ends in a long, sharp nail, painted yellow, of course. She’s brandishing an oversized detailing brush, which is almost as big as Bakugo’s foot. There’s something ominous about its purple shell and the hundreds of bristles under it.

“And who the fuck are you?” asks Bakugo, resolute not to show any trace of doubt or fear.

The woman’s voice is saccharine. “Maybe someone who thinks you need an attitude adjustment. Maybe someone who wants to see you relax and laugh. Or maybe someone who’s about to torture you for information.”

She notices Bakugo stiffen at that last remark, so she presses on. “Wanna go ahead and tell me where your hero friends are??” Her request sounds both ecstatic and devious, like she’s not trying to wring information out of him, but about to pull a prank.

“Get fucked,” he deadpans.

“Suit yourself!!” she trills, far too happy at his refusal. But he has no time to linger on her response, because something is leaving a fiery trail on his left foot, starting from the heel and traveling up, towards his toes. Fuck no. Not that. He stills himself, biting his lower lip, determined not to make a sound, to keep his face expressionless.

Her fingernail completes its journey and withdraws, and for a single moment, Bakugo allows himself to hope that will be it; but then, he feels four nails gently scratching at his heel.

“How’s that?” she chirps. “Heels aren’t usually very sensitive, and I’m sure yours aren’t either, right?”

She lets her fingers roam the mound for a few more moments (damn his Quirk for keeping his soles soft and callous-free!), then a single nail starts scratching at the point where his heel begins to flatten into his arch.

“Now this tends to be a loooot more sensitive,” she continues, and Bakugo has to grind his teeth together to keep from making a sound. It’s just one finger. Shit.

But then all four fingernails are dragged up his arch, and the corner of his mouth threatens to betray him. She says nothing, dragging her nails up, then down, then up again. No, he won’t smile, he won’t laugh, he won’t break, he won’t, he won’t! But then the four wanderers reach the ball of his foot.

“Khh!” escapes his treacherous lips, fruitlessly attempting to jerk his foot for the first time, but he immediately regains his composure… or something that resembles it.

“Yes, I think this ball here is very, very sensitive! But where does it tickle the most? Under? Right in the middle? Just above? I think it looks even more ticklish than the base of these toes, and these look sooooo ticklish!”

Bakugo would be cussing her out if he wasn’t so intent on repressing peals of giggling – giggling, him! He won’t answer, not like he needs to, because his warped features, the unrestrained snorts, the twisting of his upper body tell Tama everything she needs to know.

Yes, indeed, it’s even more sensitive than those nice-looking toes. That ball is ticklish indeed, extremely, excruciatingly ticklish. And she’ll play a game with it and the foot it’s attached to.

She makes a show of resting the brush on the table, and Bakugo would be relieved if his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in a long-failed attempt to hide his reactions.

But then four more fingers start scratching at his right foot, and the seal of his lips breaks. “Keh! Shit… Shit-!”

Tama smirks deviously, her hands still moving with the theatrical deliberateness of a clairvoyant interrogating her sphere… except the answer to her question is already quite obvious.

She’s teasing his arches, still going slow, she told herself she won’t start being sort of mean until the dam breaks… and she knows it’s about to.

In fact, it only takes a couple more seconds for his helpless struggling to become that much more desperate, for the volume of his voice to increase so…

“KEH!” he exhales again through gritted teeth, his face flushing rapidly and… poor guy, he already has tears in his eyes.

Tama lingers just a fraction of a second longer on his toes – her nails can easily slip between them, reaching skin that was never meant to be touched – and…

“S-SHIHIT!!” tumbles out of Bakugo’s lips… giving Tama the go-ahead. And as her fingernails begin to move with practiced spit and masterful precision, the professional hero realizes he never stood a chance.

“BWHAAAAAA! BWHAHHAAHA HAHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHA!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAAHAH!! SHIHIHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”

With pinpoint precision, Tama targets the top of his heel, then the base of his toes; the bottom of the ball of his foot, then the stems; the center of the arch, then the middle of the ball; the top of the ball, and between the toes. It’s an expert flurry that not even someone far less ticklish than Bakugo could resist, and with both feet at her disposal, perfectly vulnerable, she can target different spots on each foot, introducing Bakugo to a new level of hysteria.

“HAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA AHHAHAAHAHAH!! FUHAHAHAHHAHACK HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Theeere we go!!” trills Tama, scratching at the pads of both big toes.

“Now that’s a happy face,” she continues, her left hand focusing on the right heel.

“Don’t you feel so much better just relaxing and laughing like this??” she questions as she slips a finger between each set of toes.

“Seriously, you’ll give yourself wrinkles if you constantly scowl!!” she advises while her right hand wreaks havoc just under the ball of his left foot.

“Happiness is a much better look on you!!” she proclaims, happily scribbling at the base of his toes.

“You are just EXPLODING with laighter!!” she quips right before all her fingernails converge right at the center of the balls of both feet, making Bakugo howl.

“FUUHUHHAHAHAHUCHK!! FUCK! FUCK! GggrrRAHAHHAHHHRRGHAAH!! Fucking stoOHOOP!! THIS IS TOHOOHOHORTURE!! AhGHAGAHGAAHAHAHAHH!!”

Tama doens’t bother pointing out that that is the point – as far as he knows. No, she just flexes every inch of her incomparable skill to make sure that she’s extracting the most distilled form of hysterical agony every second – each one of which feels like an eternity to tickle-addled Bakugo.

“Awwww, so ticklish!! Gitchy gitchy gitchy!! How about here~? Or here~? My my, you’re just a walking tickle spot, huh? Are you just soooo ticklish??? Tickle tickle!!” she teases, knowing full well that Bakugo can understand one word out of three, but her cooing tone is enough for him to realize he is being teased, and that stokes the fire of his powerless rage. He even tries to insult her through the deafening peals of laughter… too bad surge of high-pitched mirth cuts him off when she focuses on the ball of his right foot and the base of his left toes at the same time.

How deliciously he is thrashing, flushing, tearing up, laughing, laughing, laughing, hating her, but really his own off-the-charts sensitivity.

And naturally, Tama goes on teasing him. “You’re such a gigglebox!! Sooo cute!! You just gonna giggle yourself to death?? What if I get those toes, huh?? What are you gonna do then??”

Bakugo is in hell. The worst thing is that he doesn’t even care about the humiliation anymore. He just wants – NEEDS it to stop.

And she does, about ten minutes of desperate laughter later. Not because she’s taken pity on him, no. She needs his sense sharp, lest a single scratch of hers be sub-optimal. And she wants him to be able to make sense of her words.

So as the phantom tickles keep him flailing about, she reaches for the bottle and, calmly, opens the cap, squirts its content in the palm of her hand, puts it back on the table, closes it, and rubs the lotion into her palms.

By then, his laughter has tapered off into steady giggling, which is also dying down. She notices the tears in his eyes and smirks. Then, she proceedd to rub the red soles with her lathered hands.

His limp body instantly stiffens when he feels her touch – Ah, what delightful fear she’s instilled! – though he is too tired to pretend he can put up a fight, and warily lets her rub his ravaged soles, secretly relieved that her touch is dispelling the phantom tickles.

Poor guy, he has no idea how much worse this is about to get, and will keep getting. So she is extra nice with her massage, as if to make up for what she is about to do, while waiting for his sensitivity and his reactions to recover fully. How unfortunate that he has such good stamina!

“Sooo, anything you want to tell me?” she enquires.

It takes Bakugo a long time to answer. “G-get… fucked…” he repeats, his hoarse voice breaking as he’s still trying to project strength.

Tama chuckles. How delightful. But she wears her best scowl as she says, “That’s not nice at all!! I think someone owes me an apology!!”

Bakugo breathes in, then out. He sits upright, blinks off the tears to scowl at her. “Get… fucked.”

Oh, how hard she has to fight to suppress that chuckle! How thoroughly he’s taken that bait! Gobbled it right up, as soon as she lured him into a sense of self-possession, that maybe he could take this.

“Just know I won’t stop until you’re ready to apologize, ok??” she says, and then scratches.

Bakugo YELPS. As much as they’d tickled him, none of his friends had ever introduced him to baby oil. She pauses just long enough for the realization to sink in and register on his features.

Then the kiddy gloves come off.

“AGAGAGAGAGAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAAFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

The next ten minutes are unadulterated, coerced hysteria, Bakugo caught in a losing battle between his will and his body. Tama says nothing, only humming to herself. She knows the last of his defenses are coming down. But that’s no good reason to go easy on those footsies, is it?

“RRRRHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAGHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PHEHEHHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

She focuses on his toes.

“SSSSSTHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! GHAHAHAGHAAGAHAGHAAA!! PPLHEHEHEHEHAASEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

His arches…

“HAHHAHA!! STOHOP!! PLEHEHASE!!! STHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAP!!”

Begging, uh? Oh, if he could notice… No matter, he will, later. The ball of his foot.

“FUFUFHAHAHAHAHACCKK!! PLAHAHAHA!!! STHAHAHA!!!! PLEAPLEAHAHSEPLEASEHEHEHE!!! IHAHAH!!! I’M SOHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!”

There it is. He’s cracked. Though, to be fair, he probably hasn’t even realized it.

What he does realize is that Tama won’t pause to let him apologize. After all, if he’s too sensitive to even speak, that’s not her fault, is it?

“HAHAHAHAHSSOOSOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! MMHAHAHAHAH”” I’m SOHOHAHAHAHAH---!!”

Oh, he nearly did it! How tragic he’s been consigned to the pit of silent laughter, so close to the finish line! His eyes are vacuous, incredulous, his mouth open and frozen into a manical cackle that just won’t come.

Well, if he won’t apologize, he can take more. So Tama doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. It takes him all of 30 seconds – probably two hours in Bakugo-time – for all the words he’d been wanting to say to erupt in pitiful string. “STOPPLEASESTOPOKAYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYSTOPITSOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

How loud he is! But, always true to her word, Tama does stop.

Oh, how he instantly crumbles! Like a puppet whose strings have been cut. How he pants, like he’s just run three consecutive marathons! Beautiful. Just beautiful. “Theeere we go!! Now that wasn’t so hard!!”

She rubs his sore feet again – with more oil, of course. His crimson soles positively glisten.

Now for the offer he can’t accept. “Remind me again, where are your hero friends??”

He freezes. He’d forgotten. Ah, that surge of resolve! Now that he’s been reminded of why he has to endure, he’s somehow convinced himself he won’t falter again. She snickers. It’s too easy.

He says nothing – just stares at her defiantly, flushed though he is, tear-trails down his cheeks, soaked hair stuck to his forehead. She smiles. And grabs the brush.

And something inside Bakugo dies as he feels the bristles scratching at his right sole. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHACK!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

“Ohh, what a scream!! Is this the sweet spot, right at the top?? Perfect, I’ll just keep the brush right here for a while then- no?? Ahaha! Now why would I tickle you anywhere else, when this spot makes you beg for mercy so deliciously~?”

It was a half-lie – he didn’t have the capacity to beg for mercy anymore. Or maybe he does. Well, it is gone for sure the second her free hand makes contact with his left foot, all while the scrub keeps going up and down, up and down…

No amount of screaming or crying will save Bakugo. He’s just there to take it – he can’t, yet he will.

“Wow, your soles are so red. And look at all those nail marks. That must really, really tickle, huh?? Like seriously, it looks unbearable. Good thing you have to take it and not me, huh??”

He can’t understand her, but she keeps teasing to shatter whatever spec of ego is left. She moves the brush to the other foot, but her nails aren’t deserting the first.

He just screams, and laughs, and drools, and begs. Nothing else he can do. And soon, he can’t even do that anymore. Silent laughter. The brush switches foot. Screaming, crying, drooling, begging! He doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to say to make it stop.

It is pure self-preservation that somehow cuts through the laughter as the brush scrubs up and down his right foot, and her fingernails focus on the very center of the ball of the left. The kill. “AUGKHAHA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

She doesn’t stop.

“BFHAHAHAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

How long until he burns himself out again?

“KGAHAH! KEE! MAKE IT STAHP!! GYA!”

She doesn’t stop. But he’s running on fumes, and he can understand her again. Not for long. So she trills, “In only 30 minutes? And you were such a little toughie, too!!”

She won’t stop. She sees it in his eyes, the moment the realization hits.

“Let’s make it an even hour.”

And a second brush materializes in her free hand. Bakugo bellows – screams – groans – this can’t be happening, but it is. He’s broken, defeated. Two brushes energetically scrubbing at his feet, and having gone through all four stages of grief without any of them diminishing the torment one bit, his mind short-circuits. He’s been reduced to a machine that can do nothing but laugh.

But he doesn’t make it through the hour, no. He doesn’t even last 10 minutes after the second brush is introduced before his body surrenders. He goes limp, still twitching, breathing deeply, passed out, with the biggest cackle frozen on his face.

Tama stops. Smiles. “Until the next drawing,” she trills.

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featherstreams · 5 months

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Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari see a fun ticklish trick online and decide to try it out on Bakugou. He could use a smile after all! (Based on this video, can't find the original)

Lers: Kirishima, Kaminari

Lee: Bakugou

Word Count: 1,104

Warnings!: Cursing (it's Bakugou sooo)

Notes: Presentingggg... My first published tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing this!! This scenario has been stuck in my head for months😅 I hope you enjoy!!💚

~ Part Two ~

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"This is stupid."

"Come on, Bakubro! I know you'll love it!" Kirishima replied enthusiastically to Bakugou's disgruntled words.

"The fuck do you mean I'll love it? I'm not letting you stick some dumb piece of wood... Where do you even want to put it?"

Kirishima had to wack Kaminari, who was standing dutifully beside him, to stop him from saying whatever dumb comeback he knew the electric hero was planning. If they wanted this to work, they needed Bakugou not to explode Kaminari first.

The two friends had seen the idea on TikTok the other day and both immediately wanted to try it out. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they wanted Bakugou to be their victim. All they needed to do was convince the angry blonde to let them get through the first step of this.

"It goes through the arms of your shirt," Kaminari said with a grin, holding up the broomstick pole they'd found around back near the trash, since it was missing the actual broom part on one end. It was perfect for their plan. "It's this strength test we found online. The way the pole holds your arms makes it really hard to break it!"

"Only a few skilled people have managed to do it!" Kirishima cut in with a shark toothed grin. "We thought you could do it too! Unless you aren't up for the challenge?"

And just like Kirishima expected, that hooked the interest of their hotheaded friend, and he knew Bakugou was on board.

"Hah?!" Bakugou boomed, palms flickering. "Of course I'm up for your shitty challenge! Do it!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared knowing grins. Kaminari passed the pole to Kirishima, who stepped forward to his other blond friend.

“Awesome man! You just gotta raise your arms so I can put this through. Straight up, there you go, like that!" He grinned and stepped around to push the pole through the sleeve of Bakugou's raised right arm. With a bit of maneuvering, it slid all the way through to the other side, slightly visible through the opposite sleeve. Bakugou stood there now, t-posed, looking his new position over with a calculated, slightly disgruntled expression.

"Perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima stepped back. "Can you move?"

Bakugou shifted on his feet, flexing his hands. He pulled, his arms visibly bulging against the sleeves, but they didn't move. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

"Damn it!" He growled, jerking his shoulders and twisting his arms.

"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Are you stuck?"

"I'm not fucking stuck!" Bakugou yelled, glaring at his arms. "I just gotta - Get the right angle, and-" he grunted, but still nothing.

"Hmm... I think he might be stuck. What do you think, Kirishima?" Kaminari asked, turning to his friend.

"I think he's stuck, Kaminari," Kirishima agreed, his tone exaggerated and cheery. Bakugou had frozen now, squinting at the two boys, who's tones had taken on a... suspicious note.

"Hmm... Maybe we should help him, then. What do you think?" Kaminari asked Kirishima again, who couldn't help but grin back.

"I think we should! After all, we can't just leave him like that, right? Who knows what some people might do while... he's in a position like that," Kirishima purred, now looking at the explosive hero.

"Touch me and die." Bakugou growled, expression the normal shade of angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, however, giving away his nerves. Kirishima merely smirked. A glance showed that Denki was doing the same.

Bakugou bolted.

Or, well... He tried. He didn't get very far due to the awkward upper body position and the fact that he'd worn socks on floors made for anything but. He skidded his way across the common room, running for the dorm area and the elevator- not that he knew what he'd do if he even made it- but an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him to an abrupt stop. He was caught. And then there were hands pinching up his sides, and Bakugou broke into immediate snickers.

"Stop- Kirishima, lehehet me g-go you- nahahaha!!" He tried to pull his arms to his sides to protect himself, but he was stuck fast, his elbows only managing a few inches towards the ground before being stopped by that blasted piece of wood in his sleeves.

The arm around his waist, Kirishima's arm, disappeared, but Bakugou couldn't run, legs too shaky from the ticklish attack. Kaminari had joined in now, and the two successfully tickled their victim to the floor.

Kirishima and Kaminari got the explosion boy on his back, and the redhead dutifully straddled him. Kaminari found a nice place behind him near Bakugou's kicking legs. Bakugou threw his head back against the floor, laughter overtaking him despite his obvious attempts to hold it back. This position was so vulnerable, and with Kirishima pinching along his ribs like that, and Kaminari now squeezing his thighs, oh god fuck-

"STAHAHAHA-! I'LL KILL YOUHUHU WHEN I GEHET OUT OF THIS YOU- NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK!!"

"Wow, someone's looking a little ticklish," Kirishima teased, dancing his fingers in the spaces between Bakugou's ribs. This earned him a yelp and more laughter, bringing contagious giggles to the lips of the readhead as a result. Then Bakugou was snorting, his squirming picking up as Kaminari let out a giggle behind him.

"Kiri, look! I found a snort button!" Kaminari exclaimed. He gave Bakugou's upper thighs a few more firm squeezes, and Kiri was delighted when Bakugou once again delved into snorting laughter, head thrown back and nose scrutched in the most adorable way.

"Awww, how cute!" Kirishima cooed.

"IHIHIM NOT CUTE YOU LITTLE- NAAAHAHA NONONONOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" Bakugou squealed when Kirishima's devious fingers found his unprotected death spot between his ribs and his underarms, throwing him into shrieking laughter. The occasional snort broke through thanks to Kaminari's tickle work, earning fond smiles from both of his assailants each time.

This lasted for quite a few minutes, only interrupted at last after Kaminari got a flailing knee to the chin after activating his tickle shocks into the sensitive skin of Bakugou’s thighs.

"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked, looking over his shoulder with concern as Bakugou caught his breath underneath him, finally granted reprive.

"Fine, fine- ouch. Jeez, Bakugou, you pack a mean kick," Denki replied, massaging his jaw.

"Wehell, that's what you get for tickling me, dunce face!!" Bakugou snapped back, still breathless. "Get off of me shitty hair!! And get this fucking thing out of my shirt already! I've fucking got splinters from this stupid piece of wood."

"You're awfully bossy for someone in your position," Kirishima replied, raising a brow at the demands. "I don't think we've tickled him out quite yet, Kamibro."

"Apparently not! And anyways, I need a bit of revenge now that you've kicked me like that..." Kaminari said from behind, the smirk evident in his voice.

"What? You fuckers, touch me again and I'll kill yOU- NAHAHAHA WAHAIT NO NONO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! NOHOHOHAHAHA!!"

"Tickle tickle, Bakugou~"

Suffice to say, it was a good, long while before Bakugou was released from the two boys' tickly clutches, panting, red faced, and indeed finding splinters in his skin when the wood staff was finally removed from his shirt. The pair was both were well aware that they would be dying later on once their blond friend had regained his strength, but until then, at least they knew the trick had been a success.

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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Hi I love your fics! I was wondering if you could write a lee bakugo and ler best jeanist? If your requests are closed you can just ignore this, I thought it could be cute though!

Have a great day! Remember to take care of yourself!

TickleTober Day 2 - Accidental

Okay, kinda lucked out! I was gonna wait till November to do this request, but I liked the pairing and needed an idea. You didn't request it as TickleTober, but that's what it is now. Changes nothing, just gives me an excuse to write it as such lol. Ignore any sewing-term errors, I don't sew anything. Anywho, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Best Jeanist

Summary: Jeanist thought that Bakugou's suit needed some special touches. The blonde obviously protests, leading to some rather giggly measurements.

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

Bakugou's hero suit was…well, it wasn't bad. It just lacked a certain flair the pro hero was looking for. So, with him mentoring the teen and all, Jeanist thought it his responsibility to spruce up the slightly drab suit.

The rapidly approaching fall season was a decent inspiration for him. With fall comes the changing of leaves, carving of pumpkins and cooler weather. Jeanist made sure to insulate the suit, knowing the blonde needed to sweat for his quirk to work. He kept the theme mainly orange, yellow and black, adding in a few splashes of green for style.

By the end of his lunch break, he had drawn up a new seasonal suit for Bakugou. It was time for the hard part: getting his measurements without the boy exploding.

“I don’t need a new suit! Nothin’s fucking wrong with it!” Bakugou was not putting up with another change. His poor hair had been the first change. That damn comb over…he’ll never get over it. Now he wanted to switch up his suit design? Fuck that.

The pro hero sighed, expecting this reaction. “No need to be so dramatic. It’s just a little…seasonal makeover. Trust me, you’ll be much happier.” Bakugou huffed, shaking his head. Yeah right, he had said the same thing about the hairstyle…

Bakugou's choice of words wasn't his best idea. He was getting a bit pissy, letting his temper get the best of him. "Fuck off. My suit is fine, no more makeovers!" He glared at the pro, but that temper faded when he saw the look on his face. The look that meant Jeanist was done with his shit.

"Quite the mouth on you. I believe I said something about censoring your f-bombs, did I not?" Threads flew towards the teen, wrapping around his limbs and getting him positioned. When Jeanist was done, Bakugou was standing tall, his arms and legs spread just enough to get perfect measurements. "I would say 'stand still', but I don't think that'll be an issue now."

A bit dramatic, but he needed it. Bakugou thrashed and tugged on the thread, but everytime one broke, three more were quick to replace it. Jeanist was careful not to hurt the boy, just restrain him. "The fuck?! Get these damn threads offa me!"

The pro rolled his eyes, grabbing his measuring tape and approaching him. "What did I just say?" Jeanist first ran the tape around his chest, getting the bust measurements. He wasn't expecting the other blonde's gasp when his fingers grazed his ribs. "Bakugou…are you hurt?"

Shit… "No, go away! Get these damn threads away from me!" He tried thrashing his way out, but nothing was working. Jeanist was too good at keeping him in place.

"Bakugou, if you're hiding an injury, you're only hurting yourself more. I only think less of you for getting injured if you don't tell me about it." His tone was serious. The pro didn't mess around when it came to his others' well-being. Giving Bakugou a stern look-over, he could tell the explosive teen wasn't lying. But if he wasn't injured, why'd he gasp? Jeanist knew he wasn't getting a straight answer; best to run a test…

Ignoring his protests, Jeanist got back to measuring. He did the bust measurements one more time, his fingers grazing Bakugou's ribs again. The teen was prepared, though, biting his cheek to keep quiet.

Okay, no noise that time…moving onto the waist. He moved the tape down, fiddling with the ends of it to find the exact measurement. He pressed his fingers against the boy's lower stomach, taking mental notes of the numbers.

Bakugou's breathing was a bit shaky, his cheek starting to hurt from biting it so hard. Why couldn't Jeanist measure somewhere that wasn't ticklish? Literally any other place would have been fine. He just had to start with his ribs. Things only went downhill from there…

Now for hip girth. The tape was moved once again, running around his hips. Bakugou struggled not to react when he felt his mentor's fingers brush his hips. He could feel his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment and stupidity of his situation getting to him.

Jeanist heard how shaky his breathing was getting, glancing up at the teen's face. What he saw shocked him. A blushing Bakugou, struggling not to smile. Why would he…wait a minute. He got a wonderful idea. And oho, it was perfect.

The measuring tape was pulled away, Best Jeanist's fingers leaving his torso. Bakugou huffed, sparing a glance at his mentor. He instantly regretted it. The pro hero's smile was as wide as it was mischievous. The measurements were done for now, he could've released him; but he didn't. He knew. Bakugou was fucked.

"Jeanist I- don't you FUCKING dare! I'll blow you into the stratosphere! Back off!" The blond pulled at his thread restraints, but Jeanist was too good with his quirk. He could barely wiggle around, much less escape.

The pro hero chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow, again with the language. What's it gonna take for you to clean up your act, Bakugou?" He tucked his arms behind his back, slowly getting closer to the teen. He knew exactly what it would take. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with his temperamental mentee.

"Maybe…something like this?" He went behind the teen, squeezing his side. Bakugou huffed, jerking as much as the threads would allow. How were things as simple as threads keeping him restrained so well?

"Lemme go! I swear, if you touch me one more time, I'll fucking blast you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before Jeanist squeezed his side again, cutting his words off with a yelp. "There's that word again. You've really got to stop using it. Children aren't going to want to be near a hero who uses such scary language."

To be completely honest, Jeanist didn't really care how the boy spoke. It wasn't up to him, he wasn't going to dictate how he communicated. Still, the cursing gave him an excuse to tickle the other blonde. An excuse he wasn't about to let go of.

Deciding to just go for it, Jeanist scribbled across the teen's stomach. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Baku's poorly-restrained giggles. He wasn't putting up much of an effort to conceal them anymore. "Shihit- nohoho! Get ohohoff!"

It was nice to hear the aggressive, loud teen giggle like that. After all, he was still a kid. A teenager, yes, but still a kid. The boy deserves to laugh. And, by the looks of it, he doesn't really mind.

"You'd think that you would stop cussing, but no. Honestly, do you ever learn your lesson?" The wiggling fingers move upwards, heading for his ribs. Bakugou's giggling got louder, still lighter and bubbly. At least he was on the right track.

Jeanist slowly moved up Bakugou's ribs, scribbling between each bone. The teen squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, his pink cheeks deepening to a vibrant red. The giggling was now borderline laughter. Just needed that one extra notch to get there.

"Goho awahahay, ohohold mahahahan!" The pro scoffed, pausing his tickling for a second. That kid was in for it now… "Old man?! I'm 35, thank you very much! That's a perfectly normal age for a hero. I think you need a lesson in manners…"

The pro's hand suddenly darted upwards, scribbling mercilessly on the spot where his underarms meet the top of his ribs. Bakugou all but screamed, loud cackles replacing his giggling. "NOHOHO! GEHEHET- NOHOT THEHEHERE!"

Jeanist just chuckled as he continued his ticklish fun. He was enjoying himself, seeing his mentee laugh like that. The boy never let loose besides fighting, it was a nice sight. "There we go, improvement. No insults, and not one swear word!" He didn't really have a definite reason for tickling Bakugou, besides the fact that it was fun. Excuses would help, though.

Laughter echoed around Jeanist's office, bouncing off the walls and lively the place up. The denim-clad pro experimentally squeezed Bakugou's hip, smirking at the squawk he got in return. His fingers moved away from the teen's death spot, fully moving his hands down to focus on his hips.

"OHOHO MY- IHIHI'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU!" Bakugou was trying to continue his sort-of squirming, but he was tiring out. The tickles, paired with that morning's training and patrol, had him beat. He managed to keep his head held up, laughing as the pro went at his hips.

His thumbs drilled into the boisterous teen's hips, smirking as he pulled laugh after laugh out of him. The kid definitely had a nice one; much better than his normal demented cackling. His eyes wandered down to Bakugou's legs, questioning if they'd be half as his upper body. Lucky for him, he forgot a measurement.

"Oh, my bad! I forgot to measure your inseam! We'll need to take care of that, now won't we?" Jeanist pulled the measuring tape from his pocket once again, holding it against Bakugou's thigh. Only this time, he actually poked around the area, purposefully tickling him while getting the measurement.

Thigh tickles are a completely different experience from anywhere else on the body (imo). As such, Bakugou's laugh was a brand-new shade of adorable. The fiery teen giggled and squeaked, pitchy laughter replacing his cackles.

"CohOHOme ohohon! Youhuhu AHA- uhum, j-jeheherk!” To his mentor’s surprise, Bakugou actually filtered his language. True, he had begun to call him an ass, but he took the effort to stop himself. It was kinda cute, even if he didn’t truly care about the other blonde’s language.

Jeanist chuckled, easing up on his student’s hips. “Would you look at that, he can learn. All it took was some tickling!” Said student groaned, his cheeks reddening as Jeanist said the word. Normally, he can hear and say the word just fine. That time, however, he was being teased and restrained by someone he looked up to. It’s waaay harder to stay composed when you’re giggling like an idiot.

Finally, the tickling and teasing got to him. Bakugou actually tapped out. He didn’t exactly say “uncle” or anything, but he did say one word that hadn’t been spoken since Jeanist started. “S-STOHOHOP IHIT! JeHEHEAnihihist noho mohOHORE!”

And stop it he did. The pro hero pulled his hands away as the threads holding Bakugou in place snapped. The teen fell forwards, a bit dazed from laughing so hard for so long. Jeanist caught the giggly student before he could hurt himself. “Woah, careful. I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Bakugou shook his head, hiding his red face in his mentor’s shoulder. “Sh-shuhuhut uhup…” That was the only response he needed to know that everything was fine. The older blonde wrapped his arms around him, keeping the boy upright and letting him know that there was no judgment.

“Alright, I’ll stop. Still, you have to admit you enjoyed yourself just a little.” Bakugou groaned, weakly punching his mentor’s side. That just made him laugh and muss up the teen’s hair. “I’ll take that as another yes.”

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Jeanist’s head as he remembered the whole reason the silliness started. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that I’ve got your measurements, I can start on your new suit!” He walked over to a nearby couch, laying the teen down to rest. Bakugou wasn’t totally spent, but he could use a breather. He grumbled something, but didn’t protest any. He wanted a quick nap, and knew Jeanist wouldn’t tease him for it.

The pro went over to his personal work-area, grabbing the fabrics for Bakugou’s new suit. Hopefully, by the time his student woke up, he would have a starting point on the garment.

Their playful exchange had given him some good ideas on where to add extra padding, as well as some pops of color. Bakugou might have been a bit temperamental, but he was a good kid. A good kid deserves a good suit. As he cut the first length of fabric, he thought of the happy smile that was on his mentee’s face as he tickled him. He would have to take measurements more often…

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infrequent-creator · 7 months

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DAY 8: Alien

((Ah first late one 😅 I made the mistake of drawing the lee first so I had to squeeze the boys in, Bakugo was supposed to be Tetsu but I accidentally drew him too small))

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rosileeduckie · 2 years

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The Claw

In retrospect, there isn’t really any way to lose.

Look I love y’all, and that’s that. Noticed I have a habit of starting on day three, but what better way to get back into the swing of writing? Also, I’ll be jumping between @august-anon’s and @lizzienaut’s prompt lists for this month, and I’m only hoping to beat my total from last year, which was a whopping 5. I’ve got ideas, but I’ll leave prompts open for a bit ☺

Bakugō and Kirishima get silly after visiting the arcade. My love letter to the tickletober day 4 prompt: games. (Also a little bit of ‘suspense’ from yesterday)

SFW. Potential warnings: return-to-writing level fluff, but other than that, none! My Hero Academia / Kiribaku tickle fic.

Word count: 937

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“Fine. Since you’re gonna keep whining about how I wouldn’t waste my money to win you a prize so big you needed a train ticket for it, I’ll play your stupid claw game now, alright?”

It was hardly fair for Bakugō to expect a response out of Kirishima, after having so thoroughly knocked the wind out of him by pinning him on his back to the bed and knocking the butterflies in his stomach to flutter up into his head. If being kissed and straddled hadn't set his heart cantering and head spinning, Kirishima might have been able to verbalize his confusion at Bakugō's words. Play the claw game? When they'd only just gotten back from their class’ day-off trip to the arcade? Sure, Kirishima had teased Katsuki in hopes of getting him to be all romantic and show off to win something for the sturdy student's honor. But he hadn't been serious, certainly not enough to leave the comfort of his room after turning in for the evening just to go all the way back to the arcade.

But, no, as it were, the game Bakugō had in mind required little more moving than to trap Kirishima's right hand under Bakugō's knee and to clasp Kirishima's left hand in Bakugō's right. Pressing a kiss to Kirishima's knuckles, Bakugō guided the arm to lay at Kirishima's side with elbow bent and forearm thus upright, hands still held. The last piece of the game manifested when Bakugō's previously uninvolved left hand lifted, hovering in a clawed shape inches above Kirishima's stomach.

Oh.

Kirishima bloomed a thousand shades of red as he realized whatabouts the claw game would entail, and then one more shade of red when Katsuki bowed down to press a kiss to his lips. "My token to play," he explained, chuckling fondly at the warmth in Kirishima's cheeks as righted himself and reassumed his position as both claw and player. "Now, what prize to go for first?"

The only response Kirishima could offer was in the form of the anticipatory giggles that seemed to bloom from his lips in the wake of Katsuki’s kiss. The poor red-headed hero-in-training could only bite his lips and hold tight to Bakugō’s hand as it began to move, taking Kirishima’s along for the ride.

From its starting spot above Kirishima’s middle, the claw moved slowly down, swaying tauntingly above his navel and lower belly, and then, after a considering hum from Bakugō and a gentle toggle of his makeshift joystick, it crawled through the air, slowly as if through molasses, until it sat above Kirishima’s hip.

Whatever prize Bakugō was aiming for, he was really taking his time deciding. Maybe it was a good thing Kirishima hadn’t convinced him to play the claw while they were still at the arcade.

Kirishima’s soft giggles spiked briefly with a squeak when Bakugō’s hand dipped farther down than previously, close enough that Kirishima could feel the warmth in his villainous fingertips. He stuck his tongue out when Bakugō pulled his hand away once more, but Bakugō only chuckled, spidering his hand across Kirishima’s chest and hovering it above his ribs. And then it climbed higher.

There had been two sides sparring in Kirishima’s mind up until that point. One, the instinctive part, wanted to suck in his stomach and twist away from Bakugō’s imminent touch; the other, much brighter and much louder part, had happily resigned him to his fate. The first part seemed to kick into overdrive when Bakugō’s hand diverted further up Kirishima’s ribs, because instinct said to keep him away from the most ticklish spots, even if the second part was cheering him on. So, Bakugō’s joystick piloting, smooth until then, stuttered when, rather than actually fighting to get out, Kirishima grappled with just the hand he had held in Bakugō’s. It was impeccable logic, truly, that more effective than shaking off the person controlling the claw, he just fought with all he had to keep the claw from moving.

Well, evidently not all he had, since Bakugō had little trouble getting his joystick moving again. To prove a point, he didn’t just direct it up; he fully raised and pinned Kirishima’s arm, smirking all the while. And, even still, his claw hand moved as dedicatedly slow as ever, ghosting up Kirishima’s ribs and chest and holding for an impossibly long moment over Kirishima’s exposed underarm. Kirishima’s eyes were fixed to those wiggling fingers, daring, begging for it to strike already. Only when his gaze met Bakugō’s, warm and impish, did Bakugō at last break form and attack.

Scritching fingers dug into Kirishima’s armpit, crawling up his bicep and down his ribcage in their fervor. Kirishima’s head hit the pillow, eyes scrunched and smile wide amidst deep and deeply happy guffawing laughter. Instinct prompted him to wriggle, and he did manage to free his hand from under Bakugō’s knee in the process. He made good use of it by wrapping his arm around Bakugō’s back and pulling him close enough that he could laugh into the crook of Bakugō’s shoulder, feel Bakugō’s warm chuckling breath tickling his ear.

It took Kirishima a number of dizzy moments to realize Bakugō had relented, trading the tortuous previous work of his fingers for running them through Kirishima’s hair until his breathing evened. Suddenly, Bakugō was kissing him again, and Kirishima giggled and drew back, brushing the tip of his nose against Bakugō’s. “What was that for?”

“Well,” said Bakugō, towering above Kirishima once more with a blazing grin, “figure I gotta put a coin in every time I want to play, don’t I?”

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italeean · 2 years

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A happy training session

Tamaki is terrified at the thought of having a training session with Bakugou. Luckily, Mirio will be there to help both him and the younger student

NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope y’all are okay!! I came back from Tuscany three days ago and I’m a bit more relaxed now (although I managed to get a bit sick). However, I finally finished this request!! I hope you enjoy it, suggestions and/or support are always appreciated ^_^

Buona Festa dei Lavoratori 💚🤍❤️ (Happy Labor Day - here in Italy, and I think in Europe, we always celebrate it the 1st of May)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it’s not to your taste I don’t suggest you read it

‘Come on, Tamaki, I’m sure it’ll be fun and interesting!!’ in the hallways of UA everyone could hear Mirio’s voice resonate loudly, trying to convince his best friend to do a particular training session with him and a certain first-year. ‘B-but Mirio... have you seen him? He looks so... mad, and w-when Aizawa-sensei organized that scenario he even... I wanna go home...’ Tamaki sighed.

The truth was that he didn’t actually have a problem with helping the first-years with individual training sessions, but he hadn’t considered that Bakugou, the one who had almost blown him up in another training session while muttering (better, screaming) something about ‘a villain always being a villain’ and whatnot, would’ve been one of the first students to sign himself up. It was pretty logical, now that the third-year thought about it, he always wanted to excel in everything, he would’ve never missed an opportunity like that.

Nejire was busy with her family that week, so leaving the turbulent student to her wasn’t an option, therefore, he had no choice but to do what he had agreed to do. The only good thing of the whole situation was that Mirio was going to be there with him. Aizawa had already agreed with that, and Bakugou didn’t really object either (it was going to be an even better training session for him, with two members of the Big Three instead of one). So there he was, shaking like a leaf, dragged by his friends towards the arena, which was reserved for the occasion, so that they would’ve been able to use their quirks without risking to hurt other people.

‘Tch, about time...’ there he was, Katsuki Bakugou, with a scarier aura than ever. Mirio, however, was sure that the red-eyed boy was eager to start, maybe even excited. He remembered very well how it felt to be the first year who admired the older students and tried to be like them to make his teachers proud. Tamaki, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint from nervousness. He didn’t have the same cheerful memories as his friend. All he remembered from his first year was the older students being tall and threatening.

Now he was the third-year, though. And Mirio was with him, so he only had to keep calm and avoid any kind of behavior that could anger the spiky-haired guy and everything was going to be okay, right?

Well, he was right... at the beginning...

The three of them began with a quick warm-up and stretching, then they went to the more intense part, which didn’t exactly go as they expected. The first-year didn’t manage to use a particular skill with his quirk that the two third-years were trying to teach him, and he was quickly loosing his patience. ‘WHY CAN’T I DO SUCH A SIMPLE THING DAMMIT??!!!’ Bakugou had officially begun screaming, which on the other hand totally terrified the indigo-haired guy. The angry blonde started cursing against everything and everyone, so Mirio decided to intervene.

‘Hey, don’t you think you’re going a bit too plus ultra with those bad words?’ he asked, but the answer he received contained even more curses, if that was possible. Bakugou couldn’t accept the fact that he needed time to learn a certain technique, which was perfectly normal actually. No one manages to do everything at the first try and the blue-eyed guy was more than determined to make him understand that. But first, he needed to cheer his student up and help him realize that not everything required total seriousness, that he could have fun while training with two older students. Training was made to learn, exchange ideas with other people and, why not, make friends, too.

‘Hey Bakugou, I think you’re scaring Tamaki there... try to relax a bit!!’ while saying that, the cheerful guy tried to add a quick poke to emphasize his words, not expecting the squeak that the younger boy tried in vain to suppress. ‘Oh my god, Bakugou you’re ticklish??’ he sounded incredulous, and he was. He would’ve never thought that the scary first year could be ticklish, and yet there he was, making a desperate (and yet futile) attempt to hide his embarrassment.

When the spiky haired understood he couldn’t make up an excuse for that squeak, and noticed a way-too-playful glint in Mirio’s eyes, he decided to run for his life, already imagining what was coming for him. However, he soon found out how hard it was to outrun someone who can pass not only through walls, but through the ground, too. He thought he was safe when a hand coming from the ground snatched his ankle, making him trip. He didn’t hurt himself with the fall, but that gave the older student the advantage he needed to finally catch him.

‘HA!! Gotcha!’ the playful third-year exclaimed, after successfully stopping the younger student. He’d been in many playfights with his friends, so he knew how to not push boundaries, which is why he chose to sit on the ground and hug Bakugou from behind, leaving him space to struggle and even fight him back, if he really wanted to.

‘So, are you gonna cheer up? Or do I have to make you smile with my magical methods?’ Bakugou knew he was just joking, but those words made his blood rush to his cheeks. He needed to get out of that predicament quickly. ‘S-SHUT UP!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND BY THE WAY, BEING TICKLISH IS FOR CHILDREN!! WELL, CHILDREN AND THAT DAMN NERD!’ obviously, he tried to get his way out of that situation using anger, not knowing he was only digging his own grave.

‘Oh really, only for kids? So, if I were to do this...’ Mirio said while lightly digging his fingers in the younger boy’s sides ‘you wouldn’t feel anything, right?’ he asked with a big smile on his face. ‘Hmmm...e-exactly!! Nohothing at all... hehehe’ The red-eyed guy tried to act tough, but some giggles were already spilling out of his mouth. ‘Nothing at all? But I seem to hear some giggles here... adorable giggles, if I may add. Hey, Tamaki, wanna give me a hand?’

Tamaki had been staring at them the whole time, smiling fondly at the scene (although the smile was barely noticeable). He remembered very well how his friend would use that same “magical method” to help him win his shyness, or to cheer him up when training sessions didn’t go how he wanted, or just because he wanted to play with him and make him laugh. However, he couldn’t find a reason to not join the two of them, so he got up and reached the others, earning a wide smile from Mirio and a terrified look from Bakugou.

Actually, Tamaki thought about going home before standing up to join the two of them, but Mirio’s encouraging look and Bakugou’s expression, scared and giddy at the same time, made him win his anxiety. He was starting to see the younger boy not only as the talented but scary first-year, but also as a kid who still had a lot to learn and experience.

‘DON’T YOU DARE TO COME ANY CLOS- EEK!!’ the blonde’s threat almost made the indigo-haired guy turn on his heels and run away, but a gentle squeeze on the sides was more than enough to put him in his place. The shy guy mustered up as much courage as possible and began poking at Bakugou’s stomach.

The reaction was immediate, however the guy didn’t seem exactly enthusiastic of the predicament he was in. He began to squirm violently and his laughter was forced, with no joy at all. Obviously, Mirio and Tamaki understood the situation and stopped immediately. ‘Hey buddy, I’m- no, we’re sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable. We were just messing around a bit to make you relax’ said the blue-eyed guy. Tamaki was frozen in fear at the thought of having to face an angry Bakugou.

However, the third-year’s apologetic tone made the angry boy’s glare soften a bit, also because he knew that respect was a line that should never be crossed, even if he didn’t totally drop his irritated attitude. ‘It seems we have a different conception of relaxing’ he began. ‘What the hell was that?!! You made me look like a child, which I’m not. AT ALL!!! I take training with the utmost seriousness. I want to be the #1 hero, I don’t have the time to play around like everyone else!!’

The older students were already almost sure of it, but now there was no doubt. Bakugou’s problem was that he couldn’t take the time to stop and enjoy the wonderful path he was walking to become a hero. Better yet, he didn’t know how, which is why they let the angry tone and what he said slide and explained him that it was fine to take breaks. If fact, even the best heroes need their time and space to recollect their thoughts and put themselves together before going back to their duty. Moreover, the three of them were still students, so it was their right to make cheerful memories of their time in school.

Bakugou listened carefully to every word and nodded, even though he still couldn’t bring himself to smile.

‘Still grumpy, huh?’ Mirio asked with a playful glint in his eyes once more. ‘Maybe you need something more than just words- Tamaki, get him!!’ while saying that, he hooked the younger student’s arms with his own and put him in a full nelson, leaving his torso completely exposed. The indigo-haired guy was still hesitant, so he started tickling the blonde’s tummy with light, soft touches, which however seemed to work just fine. ‘Hahahahaha oh gohohod Ihihihi undeherstohohod whahat you meahahahant’ Bakugou tried to say between hig giggles ‘yohohohou dohohohon’t nehheheheed to do thihihihis’

‘That’s right, we don’t need to, but we want to. Not everything we do must be useful, you know? Everyone’s allowed to take it easy’ Mirio explained, speaking a bit too close to the younger guy’s ears and neck, making him scrunch his shoulder to protect it. Noticing that reaction, the blue-eyed student began to blow delicately on his ears and neck, watching him with amusement while he struggled to protect both sides, failing miserably.

In the meanwhile, the other third-year had gotten more bold, and his touches were becoming harder (obviously without being painful), which was worse for the blonde. ‘Hahahahahahahah nahahahahhaha whahahahit nahahaht thehehere’ Bakugou squealed, lightly kicking the ground, when the shy teenager got a bit too close to his sides. Tamaki smiled softly at him, which wasn’t meant to fluster him but it still did, and kneaded his sides without hesitation. ‘Tickle tickle tickle...’ he said, earning another squawk from the younger hero in training. ‘Ohohoh my gahaAHAHAhad NOHohohot thehehehEHEHRE’ when his the indigo-haired guy began to squeeze the area between the sides and the lower ribs, the blonde’s laughter became more frantic.

‘Good job, buddy!! When we had this kind of fights, you’ve never been able to say tickle hehehe’ Mirio exclaimed cheerfully, making his friend squeak and jump, while blushing hard. However, while jumping he clawed at the spiky-haired guy’s ribs, which made him screech. ‘Hohohohohohold ohohohon pleheheheasehehehe dohohohon’t’ Bakugou pleaded, without sounding seriously distressed or really fighting back this time.

Neither of them listened to the younger boy’s request and, while Mirio was whispering childish teases into Bakugou’s ears, Tamaki clawed his ribs once more, digging meticulously into every groove and stroking each bone, making the guy squirm around and kick his legs desperately, but with a big smile on his face. However, another surprise came for the third-years when, while going up and down on the ribcage, the shy guy got the spot between the ribs and the underarm, which earned a scream.

‘NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT THEHEHEHRE PLEHEHEHEHEAHASEHE’ Bakugou went ballistic. Fully aware that this spot was the jackpot, Tamaki wasted no time and dug right in, alternating poking and prodding to light scribbling and drawing small circles all over the area, never letting the blonde get used to the sensation. ‘OHOHOHOH GAHAHAHAD THIHIS IHIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ the explosion boy shouted, trying in vain to avoid the maddening feeling.

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE STAHAHAHAHAHAP’ he begged after a solid ten minutes of getting tickled in his death spot and teased by Mirio at the same time.

Hearing the word “stop”, Tamaki immediately retracted his hands and the blue-eyed guy released Bakugou from his hold. ‘Are y-you okay? Did we o-overdo it?’ the shy guy asked genuinely concerned. ‘Huh? Oh, yeah... you didn’t overdo it’ the blonde answered after catching his breath. ‘But... well...’ he began muttering ‘you didn’t really have to... you know...’

‘Waahh!! I-i’m so sorry, I d-didn’t understand that y-you didn’t want to be tic- well... you know, that’ the indigo-haired stuttered.

‘Hahaha wait a second, I think someone was trying to say we didn’t have to stop’ Mirio said in a false menacing tone, already wiggling his fingers in the air. Bakugou’s blush and bashful expression was all the confirmation they needed. The cheerful third-year pounced on him straight away, tackling him to the ground and getting his tummy and sides, and Tamaki joined soon after, attacking the blonde’s underarms. MAking the first-year go into a fit of squeaky giggles once more.

Let’s say that no more serious training was done that afternoon.

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shy-lee-chu · 1 year

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Chu-tupid Tickle Headcanons 🪶

Bakugou probably bonds other people by mildly bullying them and one of his favorite methods is tickle torture and Deku is aware of that, that's why he lets him wreck the sh- out of him from time to time... And Bakugou really enjoys that because haha, stupid nerd is defeated, no harm done, deku looks like he is suffering, he feels like the number one...

Oh he also thinks it's cute when his victims laugh but nope, he'll never say anything about it

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irisintheafterglow · 2 months

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can I say that? (pro!bakugo x you)

summary: you tell katsuki he's pretty. he doesn't know how to respond.

wc: 0.7k

cw/tags: established relationship, swearing, the tiniest bit of angst but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, very obvious laufey and sound of music influence

note: fun fact, "the sound of music" is probably one of my all-time favorite comfort movies. i like the singing and the love story :))) so that's why this scene is in here, it's just the most romantic scene in the movie for me and i really love the implication that finding your soulmate is a reward for doing something right in your past. anyways i talked too much, happy valentines day and enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3 happy valentine's day!

You know, I was thinking and I was wondering two things: Why did you run away to the abbey? And...what was it that made you come back?

“Hah?”

“Don’t ‘hah’ me. You heard what I said.” He grunts dismissively and continues to watch whatever old movie you decide to put on the living room TV. You knew he didn’t want to admit it, but the sappy actions of the main leads had his heart racing. You stick your pointer finger into his side only to find a solid wall of rock-hard muscle. “Hey. Say something other than ‘hah.’”

“Fine. Why the hell’re you poking me?” His eyes flick down to meet yours for a moment, a warning against you jabbing his secretly ticklish spots. Well, I had an obligation to fulfill…and I came back to fulfill it.

“Because I don’t like your answer,” you reply, adjusting your position on the couch. You were practically lying on top of him, one leg swung over his waist while you rested comfortably in the space between his side and the back cushions. One of his arms draped over the edge of the armrest, the other securing you as close to his body as humanly possible. It was a feeling of warmth that made your brain fuzzy, the skin to skin contact heavenly intimate. Your words had slipped out unconsciously and you didn’t know you’d verbalized your thoughts until his blunt response. “I feel like you didn’t actually hear me.” He glances down at you again like you’d sprouted four legs. And I missed the children.

Only the children?

No–yes!

“Of course I heard you. What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Isn't it right that I missed them?

“Okay, then respond.” His deflections were becoming weaker, so you kept pushing while simultaneously fighting the urge to turn and bite his bicep.

“Thanks, I guess?” You roll your eyes and your silence finally gets through to him. “Was that not the right answer?” I was only hoping that perhaps you…

“It was an attempt,” you say slowly. Perhaps you might…

“A decent attempt,” he mutters. Yes?

“Agree to disagree.” You feel his temper flare and brace yourself to get flipped onto your back and pressed into the couch. The action, however, doesn’t come. Instead, an uncharacteristic frown passes over his expression, one that usually didn’t appear if it were only you two. “Kats, did I say something wrong?” He shrugs one broad shoulder. Yeah, something was definitely bothering him. Well, nothing was the same when you were away…and it'll be all wrong again after you leave.

“No, but I think I did,” he mumbles. And I just thought perhaps you might change your mind.

“Baby, it’s not that serious if you don’t want it to be. A ‘thanks’ is okay. I’m sorry I was teasing.” He shakes his head. Well, I'm sure the baroness will be able to make things fine for you.

“It’s not that.” You reach out to grab the remote and mute the movie for the time being, before turning to give him your full attention. “I’m just not used to getting called that kinda shit.”

“Being called…pretty?”

“Yeah. It’s new,” he explains quietly. “You’re the only one who’s ever told me that.”

“That doesn’t make it any less true,” you respond gently, brushing your thumb over his cheek. He practically melts under your touch. “Would I lie to you, Bakugo Katuski?”

“I fuckin’ hope not,” he says with ironic seriousness and you smile, his own chuckle lightly rumbling through his chest and against your body. “But, I think I like it.”

“Being called pretty?”

“Mhmm. It’s kinda nice.”

“As long as I’m not feeding your already inflated ego,” you point out and he barks out a laugh, a real one. “Can I call you ‘pretty’ more often, then?”

“I guess so,” he replies nonchalantly and it’s your turn to frown. The shit-eating grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth is not lost to you. He was an idiot sometimes, but he was your idiot.

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

“Fine, fine. Yes, call me ‘pretty’ more often.” He pauses and you look at him expectantly, waiting for the pieces to click. “Please.”

Nodding in satisfaction, you reach out to unmute the movie and settle back onto his chest, letting your eyes flutter shut. He sighs contently, rubbing his hand up and down your back and sliding you both further into the numerous pillows. So somewhere in my youth or childhood…I must have done something good. His voice drifts into your ears as you start to doze off, soft and precious like telling a secret.

“I think you’re pretty too.”

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cowboykento · 5 months

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prettiest in the world

smoking weed with katsuki

fem!reader, referred to as "pretty girl"

masterlist

You’re practically sitting on top of him, passing the joining back and forth between the small space that separates the two of you. His hands, huge and calloused and warm, run up and down your thighs lackadaisically, as if he didn’t even know he was doing it. Like it was as natural as breathing.

His mind feels syrupy and slow—like the haze and smoke that fills the room has also permeated his brain, and perhaps it has. Every thought that comes to mind slips away from him just as easily, but he’s not phased by it. He’s content with being subdued as long as you’re right there with him.

“What’re you thinkin about, babe?” You ask him as you lean your head against his chest.

Bakugo lets out a soft hum, as if he needs to think about your question and decipher it.

“You,” he answers eventually.

It’s not exactly a concrete thought, or even one that Katsuki is fully aware of, yet it’s the answer that slips out of his lips. If you were to ask what he was thinking about you, Katsuki wouldn’t be able to answer with anything other than “you.”

“How funny, ‘m thinkin about you, handsome,” you reply with a wide, sleepy smile.

Katsuki hums again, acknowledging your answer even though he’s not quite sure what you mean, but he knows that a warmth blooms in his chest at the sight of your smile.

He grabs your chin, pulling it towards him gently, and pressing a soft whisper of a kiss on your lips. It almost feels a bit ticklish, the way he barely touches his lips to yours, so you press in a bit more, til your mouth is properly fused to his.

His tongue licks into your mouth sloppily and hardly coordinated. It’s not Katsuki even controlling the motion, but rather it feels like he’s moving purely on his desire for you.

He pulls away after a minute of slow, mindless making out and simply holds your face gently in his hands. His eyes don’t really move, but you can tell he’s trying to take in every single feature that makes up your face.

“Y’re so…” he mumbles, “sooo pretty. So pretty. Like, really fuckin’ pretty.”

Your smile bursts across your face and you giggle softly, which makes Katsuki let a chuckle loose as well.

“Well I think you’re really pretty, Kats. The prettiest in the whole world.”

His face flushes at your comment although his expression remains as it was—a soft, barely perceptible smile gracing his lips, eyebrows relaxed, and the typical crease between his eyebrows smoothed.

“Love ya so much, pretty girl,” he mutters softly, pulling you in closely so that he can mouth the words onto your forehead as he presses his lips there.

i gotta stop getting high and daydreaming (i will not, it is my fav activity in the world). n e ways hope y'all enjoyed this. if ur a minor and interacting you'll get blocked <3

#cw: weed #mha #bnha #my hero academia #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugou

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lovelymessybubbly · 11 months

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If you are doing the Tama wrecking characters, is it possible you do Bakugou from Mha? If not that’s fine! Have a lovely rest of your day/night <3

"you are just EXPLODING with laughter !!"

my my, he has been quite overdue for some bullying by me, hasn't he ?? (￢‿￢ ) bakugo-kun is totally one of my favorite lees so i was happy to have been given the opportunity to draw him in this situation. it has been a few years since i last drew him getting worked over, so it is like reuniting with an old friend (๑˘︶˘๑)

such heavy restraints were required to keep him from blowing the roof off the pace. yet, he manages to struggle fervently... he must be super ticklish, huh ?? (✧ω✧)

i hope you enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #my hero academia tickling #mha tickling #bnha tickling #ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugou #deviled egg #get em tama!!

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sallage · 2 months

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The Milkman - NSFW

The Wheel AU

Part 1

Warning: This is an intense tickle fic!

Summary: It had been years since Bakugo had last stepped foot outside of the city. Graduating U.A. at the top of his class, interning and working for The Genious Office, and making a name for himself had been cake once Deku was suspended. The first few months, he'd hardly thought about the nerd. After that, not at all. What he didn't know, was that the life he'd grown acustomed to was about to derail in one of the most sadistic and twisted ways he'd never thought possible.

Pairing: Lee Pro Hero Bakugo, Ler Villain Deku

Words: 10,466

Reading Time: 41 Minutes

A/N: Holyyyyyyyyyy shit. This is the longest fic I have ever written. I had sooooooo much fun writing this and I'm actually kind of proud of it.... just a little(: Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!!

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The room was mostly empty.

Bakugo was blindfolded, but he could sense it. He could tell by the way the metallic clang of the chains clamoring around his neck reverberated off of the walls. The bastard had fucked with Bakugo enough for him to learn how sound worked in a small room, which is why his heart was already in his throat when he felt a tug against the icy narrow band, which he’d learned the hard way, meant stop.

So he did.

“Good boy.”

Bakugo growled, a low animalistic noise from deep within his throat. If someone gave him one million attempts to predict his future, he never would have guessed this.

That he would end up a piece of meat for the nerd to fuck with for his own sick, demented pleasure.

When Deku was suspended from U.A., Bakugo's graduation at the top of his class became effortless, with the internship and job at The Genius Office falling into place just as smoothly.

Once Bakugo had turned twenty-five years old, he had developed a high level of renown and respect as a hero. The final arc of his success was right there, literally in the palm of his hands.

Then everything went to shit.

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Reports of a faceless crime lord monetizing black market drugs and illegal erasure darts on the dark web were far from unknown. However, an anonymous tip had led them to discover a money laundering outpost posing as a trading card store. After years of coming up empty, Bakugo was itching to discover something, anything useful.

All they had to do was monitor the establishment.

Bakugo couldn't see the use of the three men sent to scout with him, especially after the store had closed, so he’d sent them home with a note reviewing the new tracker that had been implanted in their gums. The technology was new and not widely tested yet, plagiarizing elements of skin and bone, so Bakugo was confident that the chip would be missed if he were somehow captured and searched.

He’d spend the next several hours watching.

Maybe he should have gone home after the fifth hour of quiet.

It wasn’t until four in the morning, when a small sliver of activity caught his eye.

A lone person in a black hood quietly exited the dark store.

Bakugo recognized the possibility of a diversion, that the person in the hood was simply meant to draw prying eyes away from the store while other things went on behind the scenes. Bakugo had seen the trick used before.

But he couldn't help but feel… drawn.

So he followed them.

The thought to report an update was fleeting.

The hooded figure remained silent and unperturbed. Bakugo kept a safe distance in the shadows, his soft footfalls masked by the rising pitch of the winding river and bridge ahead. The figure's movements remained consistent and steady as they both crossed, the city now but a shimmering dot in the darkened distance.

They crossed into ghostly, suburban territory.

After around ten minutes, a graffitied public school park looming under a broken flickering street light caught his attention.

A twinge of familiarity ran down his spine.

Distracted, Bakugo didn’t see the hooded figure round the sidewalk. Cursing, he rushed to catch up.

When he’d rounded the corner, they were standing in the center of the street, staring at some old, tragedy stricken apartments with their hands casually slung into their pockets.

Bakugo considered the situation, and his eyes narrowed as he contemplated initiating a confrontation. The very small and mature voice he’d annoyingly developed in his mind told him to think about his endgame. If he rushed the shady bastard now, he would tip off the villain operation and everything they’d learned up to that point would be as useful as dirt. He’d need to have reasonable proof and all he’d had was a stupid feeling.

Bakugo gritted his teeth and growled under his breath. He’d wanted to confront the fucker and kick his ass, but it was too early to have a full picture of what was really going on. The store could simply be that, a store, with nothing more to it.

He rolled his eyes and before he could talk himself out of it, took careful steps away in an attempt to slip back out, then paused. Maybe if he could catch a glimpse of their face…

“My mother still lives here.”

Bakugo's body went completely still. His breath stopped in his throat, and his heartbeat pounded in his chest like a hammer against steel.

The figure lowered their hood, glowing green eyes trained on the apartments.

Bakugo blinked. Everything else fell away from him.

“Everyday I think she’d leave, especially after I destroyed the neighborhood. Do you think she’s still waiting for me?”

He should have left right then and there.

Instead, Bakugo rose from his crouch and slowly walked out onto the street. Each step he’d taken had an undeniable ferocity to it, his eyes like two burning embers that could turn into an inferno at a moment's notice.

It was the fucking high school drop out. And he knew Bakugo was following him. He’d probably known it the second he’d left the store, maybe even before.

“Izuku.”

“Kacchan.”

The familiar nickname wasn't spoken with the same fondness that it had once been uttered with, instead carrying a tone that made it sound more like an insult.

Gone was the silly, quirky, and fun-loving person that was filled with goodness and joy. In his place stood a dangerous, predatory, and threatening presence. In his eyes no longer shined the bright light of his once golden heart, but instead the glimmering of a cold and dangerous predator.

“Don’t do this! Please don’t let them take it, Kacchan!”

Bakugo scowled at him, his palms grew hot.

“Why the hell are you here?”

He should’ve reported the update. Hell, he should’ve called in the entire damn agency.

Deku’s voice was steady, eyes trained on the apartments. “You didn’t like our walk down memory lane?”

Bakugo’s eyes sparked.

The playground, the river, the fucking card store.

Bakugo bristled. He should have known. It was obvious. “Answer the fucking question.”

Black tendrils slowly slithered out of Deku’s back. Bakugo’s palms sizzled.

“No one’s talked to me like that in a long time.”

Without so much as a twitch as a warning, one of the tendrils struck. Bakugo quickly shifted and dodged, failing to realize that Deku had simply struck the ground just next to where the blonde once stood, intentionally pushing him right into a hulking frame standing silently off to the side, who wrapped massive arms around Bakugo’s chest from behind.

His palms crackled and sparked with the orange and red of his quirk, building up and igniting in a devastating explosion that engulfed them both in a calamitous blaze of volatile force.

Somehow, deep in the heat, he felt a sudden and painful sting on the side of his neck.

In an instant, the heat and power from his attack subsided, dissolved by the abrupt numbing sensation that spread through his body and left his hands smoking and twitching. His body tingled, all of his senses numbed and weakened.

“Motherfffuuhh-”

Another sting, and his vision wavered and blurred. He shook his head, fighting against it.

It was a fucking trap. Set For him.

He’d known he was going to pass out and these fuckers were going to take him. He’d wanted to fight it with as much defiance and disrespect as he could. Profanities spewed from his lips accompanied by worthless sparks that popped from his numb, useless hands. His eyes seared into Deku, but the villain’s eyes remained locked on the apartments, not even sparing him a sideways glance before whatever drug they injected him with finally overwhelmed his senses.

He’d woken up in the same damn room he’d been staying in for the past week.

Over the course of that week, Bakugo had fought harder than he ever had in his entire life. He’d bitten fingers, head butted anyone within range, and spat. His mouth proved to be as dangerous as his quirk, but three days in the muzzle and firmer restraints taught him to use his talents sparingly.

As expected, they’d missed the tracker during the strip search. He’d woken up with it warm against his tooth, confirmation that someone was indeed looking for him.

So he’d reserved his energy, save for every few minutes or so when he would religiously check if the quirk erasure dart was still active, hoping to catch it before they’d eventually inject him again.

On his first night, blindfolded, cursing and thrashing, they’d shoved him into a chair and bound his legs to it along with his arms to a hanging contraption above his head. It took seven of them to eventually subdue the aggressive pro hero, all of them walking away with some kind of injury.

Deku didn't make an appearance that night, but the orders to his grunts were clear.

Extract any information Bakugo had uncovered about their operations.

Bakugo was expecting to be tortured. He’d mentally prepared himself for it the moment he’d woken up in this shit hole. And he was, just not in the way he was expecting.

Deku didn't want to dignify Bakugo with a formidable excuse for when he eventually gave up. He wanted to humiliate him.

For the first three days, he was brutally and sadistically tickle tortured.

When the method of torture was revealed, to say that Bakugo was flabbergasted would be an understatement. He’d imagined needles under the nails or flaying. Hell, he was even expecting something ironic like being branded or burned alive. So when he was finally forced into the chair, the last of his flailing limbs secured, he braced himself for the kind of pain that would match the reputation Izuku created for himself, only to be startled by harmless and rough fingers and hands, ticklishly squeezing sensitive spots on his body.

The pro hero sneered and taunted the goons, under the impression he was safe for the time being.

But of course, he would be proven wrong.

The grunts took their time and expertly learned his body. They triggered reactions and sounds Bakugo didn't know he could make and tormented spots he didn't even know were ticklish. After hours of meticulous work and charting, they’d put the information they gathered to blindingly effective use. Bakugo learned a few things about himself that night, things he would pay top dollar to forget.

And he’d weathered the torture by the skin of his teeth.

The second day, Deku made a personal appearance, and cracked him in less than an hour. Bakugo answered every single question asked of him, relevant or not.

Still, it wasn't enough for the damn masochist.

Deku didn't just want answers from Bakugo, he wanted him to pay.

So now, in the fourth day of hell, Bakugo has nothing to say or give that would spare him from whatever Deku planned.

Today was purely about revenge.

A hard hand clamped on his shoulder and the blonde blindly stepped forward, letting the hand guide him.

He swallowed his resistance and it slid down his throat like sand.

The hand lifted. He paused.

Then there was light.

Bakugo blinked several times after the blindfold was lifted. The intensity of the dazzling lights in the room made his eyes squint and nose itch. His eyes landed on a tall, colorful object planted in the center of the room.

The Wheel.

Deku had seen fit to inject whimsy into his revenge plot with The Wheel: a colorful 20-slice abomination that would randomly determine how Bakugo would be tickled that day.

A fucking Wheel.

Bakugo sizzled in place. He wanted to rip the bastard’s guts out and make him eat it. He wanted to kill him.

Deku blew Bakugo a kiss and strode towards it.

"Let's see what The Wheel wants us to do today." Deku winked and gave it a spin.

Bakugo's sense of how much time had passed was determined by how many times the wheel had been spun: 5, and this one made 6.

The Kennel

The Carwash

The Gang

The Hog

The Milkman

The wheel began to slow, its revolution enrapturing both Bakugo and Deku...

The dial stopped on The Milkman.

The door suddenly busted open and two grunts walked inside, carrying something that reminded Bakugo of a weird combination of a padded sawhorse and a spanking bench. There were cuffs towards the front where his arms would rest and vise versa where his calves would be placed. Towards the back of the middle cushion that would support his waist and hips, was a custom cut hole that looks like it could fit…

Bakugo’s eyes widened.

The smile that slithered onto Deku’s face was maniacal.

Bakugo clenched his jaw, continuing to stare at the contraption even after Deku smugly faced him and tugged at the leash.

“No.”

Tug

“Fuck. off.”

Deku cocked his head to the side, an amused expression squaring his face, as if Bakugo was a stubborn kid not wanting to get into the bath.

Tug tug tug tug-

“You mother fucking piece of stupid shit. I said no.”

“I don’t care.” Deku slurred, playing with the leash. “You don’t have a choice.”

Bakugo remained still. He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. But if the past few days had taught him anything, it was that without his quirk, resistance only lead to extreme suffering. The bitter pill? Deku knew his body better than he did. The largest explosion in the world wouldn’t be enough to tamper how he felt about that.

“I could force you,” Deku shrugged, reaching over to open the collar. “That would be easy. But I think it would be more entertaining for me to watch my men do it. And if they have to come in here again, they’re staying.” Deku smiled, encouraged by Bakugo’s visible frustration. “And participating.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. He knew that no matter what he did, he would end up on that fucking bench. His violent objections in the past had made quick work of him. Just thinking back to that damned tree…

When Deku gestured to the bench, Bakugo reluctantly obeyed.

“Take everything off and get on.”

This was supposed to humiliate him. To make him compliant to his own torture. A sick kick back to those days in high school when he’d scream at anyone who dared to give him orders.

Cursing obscenities the entire time, he stripped off his clothes and laid face down onto the bench, carefully fitting his groin into the cushioned hole.

Deku restrained him accordingly.

Thick, fur lined straps secured his wrists and ankles tightly. Another strap looped around his waist, and an added infinity loop tightly secured his lower thighs right above the bend of his knees, forcing his legs slightly apart and flush against the legs of the modded bench.

Bakugo clenched his jaw and rested his forehead on the cool leather as Deku circled, lingering far too long right behind him.

“You really kept in shape.” Deku whistled.

“Fuck off and get this shit over with.”

“Excited to start?”

Bakugo jerked when he felt something ghosting lightly along both of his flanks, and he instantly knew it was Blackwhip. The touch felt feathery and ethereal, like cool fingers made of harmless, tickly sparklers. He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, grateful Deku couldn't see his face from this position.

“We have so much to catch up on.”

The ghosting along his sides curved inward, tracing and slithering over his stomach and hips. It slowly dragged back and forth, up and down over the smooth skin, making Bakugo want to claw it off.

The way he was positioned arched his back slightly, so he couldn't close that small gap that gave Deku easy access to those spots. The fucking bastard.

“We don’t have shit to do with nothin’.” Bakugo spat through his teeth, uselessly forcing himself to stay as still as possible. His stomach muscles twitched of their own accord though, instantly snitching on his stoic facade.

“I think we do. I plan to make up for lots of lost time, Kacchan.” He goosed his ribs.

Bakugo flinched and clenched his jaw so tight, he felt the hurt in his neck. “Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Mmm. It never bothered you before. What’s different now?”

Bakugo ground his teeth together. He jumped when he felt more tendrils start teasing the muscles on his back, tracing agonizing patterns and small circles right underneath his shoulder blades. A lone tendril slithered up his spine, slowing down just enough to trigger an involuntary lurching reaction Bakugo did every time he was touched right below the back of his neck.

“You ffffucking-”

“Whats different now?” Deku repeated, sliding two tendrils up his spine this time.

Bakugo tensed his entire body and cringed, waiting for the tendrils to touch down on that stupid spot. Instead, he jumped when he felt them split up and caress over the top of his shoulders, tracing down to the little dip that made up the corners of his armpits. Bakugo’s arms strained, trying to push them back into himself and close the gap.

“I called you Kacchan our entire lives.” More tendrils pushed out from his back, wrapping around each of his ribs, softly vibrating in place, still tracing. Randomly, one would squeeze.

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me to stop.”

Bakugo inhaled sharply when he felt the tendrils at his shoulder blades slither down his back, the slow trek brought a curse to his lips.

Deku didn't speak again until it teased around his lower back and touched down on his ass.

Deku drew long and sensual circles along the soft, toned skin, causing Bakugo to twitch and huff puffs of air through his nose. Discovering his ass was ticklish was one of the things he would die to forget.

Deku’s voice was low. “The question wasn't rhetorical.” A firm squeeze to his ass made him him jump. “Or optional.”

Bakugo snarled. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.”

Deku chuckled and Bakugo seized when all of the tendrils started moving in different directions at once, all of them teasing the fuck out of him. Circles were drawn on either sides of his back, tendrils pressed inward towards his shoulder blades, along his spine, and behind his flanks. Two wafted up and down his stomach in different patterns with two more teasing the edges of his stomach. Two ghosted the rim of his armpits, occasionally dipping in smoothly, making him jump. Two teased his hipbones, occasionally dipping inward towards the inner thighs, tracing the crease right before his thighs became his crotch. The two on his ass stroked abstractly, making him twitch with each pass. He felt two additional tendrils ghost the back of his thighs and the hollows behind his knees.

He was moving around a lot now. Frustrated noises and loud puffs of air through his nose were quiet in comparison to how loud he made the bench squeak with his erratic movements. The occasional gasp left him when the tendrils tracing his ribs moved inward, playing with the sensitive spot right underneath his pecs, or that delicious spot right underneath his underarms. The occasional squeeze anywhere on his body forced him to jump. Regardless of sensitivity, all of his nerves were absolutely on fire.

He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt two new tendrils slowly ghosting down his calves, stopping just over the heels of his feet. The only ones on his body not moving, and he was hyper aware of it.

Deku let Bakugo stew, watching the blonde lose more of his composure with every passing second. Bakugo pushed his head against the cool leather and balled his hands into shaking fists, his body starting to work up a sweat.

This was the kind of tickling he hadn’t experienced yet. It didn't make him hysterical, didn't make him scream until his throat hurt, and didn't make him thrash like his life depended on it, but it made him want to claw his fucking skin off. It tickled so fucking much, but it wasn't nearly intense enough for him to justify letting out any of the building tension through laughter. He couldn't fucking stand it.

For a hot five seconds, he went berserk on the bench. He yanked hard and bucked attempting to kick and thrash. Spittle flew from his clenched teeth and he growled when Deku watched him with a smirk, using the tendrils on the sides of his stomach to dip into a pocket of sensitive nerves right by his flanks.

Bakugo dipped his shoulder inward and to the left, as if he could close off the gap that allowed Deku entrance. He groaned out loud and used his arms to buck once, twice, before being so fed up he couldn't handle it anymore.

“Fucking stop already!” He boomed. “If you’re gonna do it, then fucking get it over with, you pathetic coward!” The slow and methodical sensations were making him so fucking frustrated. He couldn't help the way his back arched, the way his head snapped back when the tendrils behind it slithered too close to his neck, the way his shoulders and arms jerked violently in an attempt shake off the tendrils, or the way his toes flexed and splayed regardless of the threat that ominously loomed inches away.

Deku chuckled again. “You’re so ticklish.”

Bakugo cursed when he felt two tendrils slowly gliding up the insides of his thighs. They traced the sensitive skin right next to his balls, curving up and down, spreading out and caressing the skin under his ass and back again. Bakugo spluttered and yanked hard at the restraints, the ticklish muscles in his arms flexing under the mischievous and ethereal touch of Blackwhip.

“You fucking loser ass villain bah-” The tendrils on his feet twitched. Bakugo’s mouth clamped shut.

“Hm?” Deku hummed, leaning his ear toward the heaving blonde.

“Fucker.” Bakugo cursed. “What the hell is it you want from me?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.” Deku gleefully mocked.

“You’re a goddamn fucking moh-morohon!” Bakugo cursed, busying himself with another bout of frustrated thrashing when more tendrils swirled under his arms. “I’m not playing your backward ass games!”

Deku smirked. Without letting up on Bakugo’s treatment, he grabbed a chair and sat right next to the blonde, who had to tilt and rest his head on his left cheek to look Deku in the eyes.

“You’ll do whatever I want you to do.” He slurred, kicking his foot up on the edge of the bench where Bakugo’s shaking arm rested.

The tendrils around his ribs prodded firmly. Bakugo flinched hard, unable to hold back the gasp that choked him.

“The day I got suspended from U.A.,” Deku’s eyes roamed shamelessly over Bakugo’s trembling body. The blonde straightened his head and closed his eyes, still painfully aware the tendrils on his feet were still as stone. Anxiety bubbled up in his throat. He knew Deku did it just to fuck with him. He fucking knew it.

“I begged you to help me.”

“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”

“Grrh! The school hahas rules, dumbass! Not my ff-fuckin’ fault you weh-went and broke ‘em!” Bakugo snapped. The damn tendrils never stopped moving, always switching places and finding new spots on his infinitely ticklish body. He was going to throw an aneurysm if it didn't stop.

Deku’s eyes darkened. “Not your fault, huh?”

Bakugo sneered. He couldn’t focus! “Damn it! If you got somethin’ to say, just fuckin- GAH!”

The tendrils on his heels traced slowly down his foot, spilling down his arch and wiggling slowly like a snake, tracing over his incepts, the sides of his feet, wrapping around to the tops and circling their tips around the balls.

Bakugo released a large puff of air and slammed his forehead against the leather, breathing harshly through his teeth. He yanked hard on his arms, face turning red with titanium effort. He jolted and grimaced when two tendrils slithered under his toes, the others still circling along and around the balls of his feet. Just a ghost of a sensation, but it psyched the fuck out of him.

Two more tendrils, parallel of each other, traced down the sides of his feet, looped around down to the heal, then zipped up to the toes, following the outline of the undersides and back again to repeat. Two other tendrils appeared and started tracing the ticklish spot along where the arch melts into the heal and then two other tendrils outlined his calves and ankles.

Bakugo lifted his forehead just to slammed it again against the leather rest, frustrated agony sizzling at the corners of his mouth.

Deku smirked, reveling in Bakugo’s priceless reactions. “You’re acting like I’m shoving a burning knife through your gut. I bet you would prefer that.”

Bakugo huffed and growled, sweat dripping off his heated skin. “What… do you gohddamn… aaghh- want?!”

“Let’s play a game!” Deku quickly stood, knocking over the chair. All of the tendrils finally, finally stopped and Bakugo shamelessly let his entire body flop onto the bench. He barely took two much needed breaths before Deku whistled. Bakugo heard the door open behind him, but he was too exhausted to attempt to look. That was, until he felt someone crouch underneath the bench. His head jolted up and he was about to speak when he felt something wet squishy and warm envelop his entire manhood. Bakugo jerked up so hard he actually moved the bench slightly.

“What the fuck! What the fuck?!” Bakugo screeched, thrashing heavily again as the person underneath the bench fitted the squishy thing over Bakugo’s penis and balls. The person then stood and pulled two straps around Bakugo’s waist, tying them in a neat little bow above his ass. Bakugo saw a tan hand pass Deku a controller and without a word, whoever it was, left and closed the door behind them.

Deku palmed the controller, observing it as if he were a critic admiring a strokeless painting. Bakugo’s face turned red with anger, embarrassment, and everything in-between.

“What the fuck is that? What did your perverted ass minion put on me?! Answer me, damn it!”

“These are the rules of the game,” Deku started, ignoring Bakugo’s whining. “First, if it’s not obvious, I’ll be tickling any spot of my choosing.”

Bakugo glared at him. “What the fuck is on my dick?!”

Deku smiled. He turned the controller and Bakugo strained to see it. It looked like a TV remote but it only had eight buttons on it. One circle button in the middle with four arrows around it. There were two buttons parallel to each other below it and one button at the top.

Deku rose his pointer finger, and made a show of pressing the top button.

The on button.

Bakugo flinched with a disgusted yelp when the thing around his cock and balls started vibrating. He anchored his back and tried to pull his penis out of the hole but he couldn't lift himself high enough.

“You’re fucking kidding me!” He screamed, a whole new wave of frustration coursing through him. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” Another bout of useless thrashing. He whipped his head towards Deku, sneering at him with all the hate he could muster. “You’re fucking dead! Do you hear me? When I get the fuck out of here, you’re- AHHH!”

Deku yawned and pressed the middle button. The squishy material Bakugo was encased in started moving. It squeezed and pressed and massaged in a sloping downward fashion, simulating a blowjob with winnowing pressure that caressed his entire length. The space that enveloped his balls started gently squeezing them, massaging them softly. Then, around his scrotum, he felt a circular object like thing close tightly, acting like some sort of cock ring.

It felt… amazing.

After almost an entire week of torture, Bakugo almost succumbed to the sensations right there, despite the makeshift ring.

Instead, he bit back his carnal reactions and pressed his forehead onto the head rest. “N- St-stop… Fffuckin’-” He groaned and bit his tongue.

“Enduring the tickling will be something you’ll have to do. What you’ll not have to do will be so much harder. Get it?”

Bakugo growled, trying to think about anything other than what his body wanted to do right now. He felt his manhood instantly get harder, more susceptible and sensitive.

“Why… why the damn-”

“I’m glad you asked.” Deku’s green eyes sparkled. “If you cum while I’m tickling you, you cant cum again on that spot for the rest of the game. If you cum twice on the same spot, you lose. If you win,” Deku shrugged again. “I’ll let you go.”

Bakugo hardly heard anything until those last four words. “What?”

“If you win,” Deku enunciated, punctuating the sentence with a careless gesture. “I’ll let you go.”

A chance. A fucking chance. He knew he couldn't rely on Deku’s word, but it was the only opportunity to present itself in this goddamn nightmare.

“Not like I… have a fuckin’ choice.” Bakugo groaned, using every ounce of energy he had not to lose the game before it could even start.

Deku grinned. “We’ll do two rounds.”

Bakugo assumed once the tickling started, it would be easy not to focus on the thing doubling his vision. It was the only silver lining he could think of, the only hope that he could cling on to.

Funny how he suddenly needed the tickling to overwhelm his pleasure.

“Alright!” Deku clapped his hands together. “Let’s start.”

“Set a.. Grrhh- S-set a fuckin’ timer.”

Deku tapped his temple. “It’s up here.”

Bakugo was about to protest, but closed his mouth when Deku, with a diabolical grin, slowly unsheathed Blackwhip. The blonde watched with disgust as inky tendrils slinked toward him with twitching excitement and intent.

They touched down on his left side first, caressing his flanks and ribs and slipping softly under his arms. He cringed, the pumping sensation on his dick still prevalent. He flinched when a tendril squeezed his hips and ribs at the same time.

“You… fuck… you said ohone damn s-spohot!”

Deku chuckled. “I’m just trying to decide.”

More poking and prodding, more flinching and cursing, then all of the tendrils traveled up and started tracing his shoulders, inner biceps, the lower outline and rim of his armpits.

“Here.” Deku said, joyfully. “Ten minutes starts now.”

Bakugo clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a burst of insufferable tickles, but the light tracing continued. The makeshift cock ring in the pump gradually released and he felt a rush of dangerous pleasure. With a long groan, the teasing and the tickles were completely obliterated from his mind, hardly able to feel them anymore as the pump expanded and closed in, the massage of his balls deepened causing him to shift around in his restraints, unconsciously grinding his hips to further the sensation.

He was close and was hardly resisting anymore. He teetered on the brink of ecstasy, a welcomed feeling afloat in a sea of agony and shit else. He felt something inside him swell, could have sworn the toy around his shaft pumped faster with excitement. Maybe just one time, just in this spot, wouldn’t be so bad. He could avoid it in the next round.

Yes, he’d decided. Who fucking cares if Deku watched. The sick fuck probably got off on it. Bakugo shoved his previous reservations aside and allowed the bliss to fully envelope him. Fuck everything and everyone else, with one final groan he-

“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! WHAHAAAA! DEHEHA- AAHHHHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHK! DAHAHAMN IT!! YOHOU FUHKING- DAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Bakugo exploded into a generous mix of curses and laughter, brought on by the four tendrils circling the rims on either sides of his armpits to suddenly close in and undulate into the sensitive flesh. One was squeezing and floating around the ticklish muscle right where the armpit and chest connect. Another was pushing and rotating just above but not quite on that delectably torturous spot above his ribs, and the last two were shamelessly digging right into the center, One stationary, the other circling largely and being sure to not to leave any spot untouched.

Bakugo thrashed. He pressed his chest into the bench and slammed his forehead onto the headrest. His hands clenched and unclenched from their trembling fists and his shoulders bounced up and down from pure mirth. The surprise caught him off guard, although he would kick himself for not expecting it if he had the ability to think at all.

Being denied a peaceful release at the absolute last second made his body tingle with newfound sensitivity. His stomach filled with frustration and his throbbing cock twitched as it was continuously and mercilessly pumped.

Quickly tumbling down from his euphoric high, he cursed and fought. One of the tendrils found a delectable spot at the top left inner muscle, where the edge of his shoulder creased into his armpit. Being caught so grossly off guard by the spike in sensitivity, it easily knocked and bursted through to the most secluded corners of his mind.

“GAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAH AAAHHHAH! AAHAHAHA! FFFAAAHAHAHAHA- GGRRRAAAAH! GAHAHAD DAHAHMN IT STAHAHAHAP!”

Deku wore a toothy grin and just hummed to himself.

Bakugo tried to use his momentum to rock himself on the bench, hoping to tip the whole damn thing over but it held steady. Unable to manage anything more then a few stress creaks, Bakugo pushed each of his shoulders in and squished them against the bench, but the tickling never relented. He jolted violently when two random tendrils goosed his ribs.

“ARRRGGHH! GAHAAD DAHAMN YOU DEHEKHU! STAHPFUC- AAHAHAHA! STOP FUCKINGARAHAHOUND!”

Deku chuckled and raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist.”

“BAHAHSTAHAHARD! SHIHIHIHT! GAH! NO! NOO!! STAHAHAP!”

Deku feigned innocence as one of his lower tendrils slowly slinked more so towards the bottom of his armpits, causing Bakugo to thrash harder, doing a piss poor job of covering up his panic.

Suddenly, he yelled out when he felt the toy around his manhood start to squeeze. The tendrils under his arms gradually slowed their manic torment, leaving Bakugo huffing and puffing with each sensitive pass. Bakugo rested his sweat riddled forehead against the leather, squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation. The transition from obnoxious tickling pleasure was rough and Bakugo felt his arms shake.

The smile in Deku’s voice was infuriating. “How are we doing?”

He didn't realize it until a surge of pleasure slapped him in the face but Blackwhip was no longer pinching and prodding. Instead, swirling and ghosting. The toy around Bakugo’s length suddenly started pumping, undulating up and down in an unpredictable pattern. Strokes, like a tongue, traveled up his length, the winnowing pressure taking him in deep while it massaged his balls. Although still there, the tickling quickly became secondary.

Bakugo couldn't help the carnal groan that left his tight lips. Everything fell away from him as he openly welcomed the only good sensation he’s felt since being in this shit hole. He wanted this and he didn't care if Deku saw and mocked him. This was only the first round, He’d be able to avoid-

Bakugo yelled out as he released the first drops of ecstasy. The slicked out muscles on his back rippled as he arched into it, riding the whole thing out. The tendrils never stopped teasing his armpits, and he didn't give a shit. He couldn't feel it anymore. Sparks ignited and bloomed across his vision. After a moment of shameful, shattering pleasure, he slumped. Spent and breathless.

Deku whistled.

The toy didn’t slow. He felt something brush across his reddened tip. Bakugo twitched and gasped, pushing his hips back as far as he could.

”Fff-Fuck!”

”That’s one for the armpits.” Deku commented, casually. “If it’s going to be this easy then I think you might be screwed.”

“S-sta- Sh- I’m- I’m gonna-“

“What?” Deku’s eyebrows rose, amused.

”I’m gonna fffuckin’ k-kill you.” Bakugo panted, his pitch rising and falling in rhythm with the thing around his cock overstaying its welcome.

Deku’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s the Kacchan I knew.”

Bakugo opened his mouth but slammed it shut when Blackwhip started moving.

”After All Might gave me One For All,” Deku started, moving Blackwhip slowly, ever so slowly downward. “He told me to keep it a secret.”

“I’m sorry, young Midoriya. Please hold still.”

Bakugo cringed as he felt the tendrils slowly swoop over his ribs. He felt them expand so they caressed right underneath his chest. Two tendrils on each side teased the ribs that wrapped around his back, while two other sneaky ones still swirled in his armpits. He hissed through his teeth as chills iced down his spine and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He shook his head, as if he could will it all away. To his dismay, the teasing is so much more frustratingly ticklish than before.

He grunted when two guileful tendrils flicked and circled his nipples on either side.

“But I told you about it anyway, and I did it out of respect. Respect you didn’t deserve or appreciate.” Deku continued. “Even after All Might, The hero we both grew up admiring, saw it fit to pass his quirk onto me, you still told me I was worthless. Unworthy of U.A. A psychopathic freak.”

A tendril goosed his upper ribs, another slithered down his stomach, drawing wide circles around his belly button. Two closed in on his hips, pressing into the bone with light pressure. Two teased the skin underneath his ass, two played with the tendons next to his groin, right along the edge of the toy. Another two slinked down his legs and teased his ankles while circling around the heels of his feet. He jumped when an additional pair circled around the balls, occasionally dipping in and tracing the skin right underneath his toes, massaging the stems and teasing the bases.

His heart rate picked up and his breath came fast. His skin tingled as his nerves fired at him with obnoxious sensitivity. He could feel every delicate stroke, every harsh poke, every sensual touch and squeeze, and couldn't help the giggles when they spilled out of his snarling mouth.

The fucking orgasm. It made him even more sensitive.

He was so fucking screwed.

Deku paused, letting the epiphany the other was clearly having, sink in. “I started to believe you.”

All of the tendrils poked their respective spots at once, causing Bakugo to let out an undignified yelp and jolt. Every little movement now started him to the core.

“Funny how a worthless, psychopathic freak now holds the leash to your collar.”

“Is that what this bullshit is about?” Bakugo’s voice boomed with irritation, edgy nervousness punctuating the end of his accusation. “What the hell do you want, damn Deku? A fuckin’ apology or somethin’?”

Deku shook his head. All the humor was void from his face, his voice dark and emotionless. “I’ve never wanted anything from you.”

Bakugo blinked when Deku raised his hand with the remote and pointed it at him. He couldn't see what button he pressed, but he gasped when suddenly the toy started vibrating. Teasing strokes evolved into sensuous pumping. He was hard again in seconds.

The tendrils eased off. All except the ones stationed at his ribs. Three teased the bottom, two on his left, one on his right. Two on each side teased the middle of his ribs, swirling and poking, following the curve of his back, and another two danced across his upper ribs, rubbing back and forth, up and down, ghosting underneath and the sides of his chest.

“I’m sure you can guess which spot is next.” Deku clicked his tongue. “Looks like you might lose before I even start.”

Bakugo’s head snapped up from where it was resting. “Fuck you!” His biceps strained with the titanic effort of trying to lower his arms. He arched his back, pushed himself forward, tried to dip his shoulders and chest hard against the leather, but nothing phased the tendrils determined to take me straight to hell. They encouraged the sort of panic that he felt like he could taste. The toy’s vibrations increased, the flesh of the toy slowly starting to suck, doubling his vision with pleasure.

“There was a spot around here… where was it again?” Blackwhip poked and nudged at his entire rib cage. Bakugo spluttered and hissed through his teeth, body jolting and flinching with every jab.

“Fucker! You, mother fuc-!!” Bakugo spat. “Stop this- Mmgghhm- bulh-bullshit! III’ve fuckin’ had it with y-AH!”

“Mmmm.” Deku mused. Blackwhip paused, pinpointed tendrils vibrating softly right on that dreaded spot. Bakugo froze as well, looking at Deku with the most hateful glare he’d ever given anyone.

“I wonder if-”

Squeeze

Bakugo inhaled so sharply, he choked. “AUGH! Damn it, stop!” He tried to haft and throw himself around on the bench. Deku only smiled, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Blackwhip softly, softly undulated once more and Bakugo would have hit the ceiling if he wasn't so tightly restrained. “MMGGHH! STOP! Don’t you fucking do it, you fuck!”

The toy around his needy length pumped faster and his attention was quickly averted to the sudden burst of pleasure that wracked through his body and made him shutter. His mouth opened in a silent groan, which transformed into an unrestrained yell as Blackwhip again, teased one of his death spots.

He hafted himself up hard, creaking the bench. “NO!” He cursed, shoving all of the authority in his voice that he could muster. “Just fucking stop this! I swear to FuhuahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAK! SHIHIT!”

The three tendrils teasing the bottom of his ribs dove in, rubbing fast and harshly between and around the bone, the third tendril went rogue and snuck over his quivering stomach and down to his thighs. Bakugo shook his head in delirium and fruitlessly bucked his hips up and down. Even with the torturous tickling rerouting his mind, the pleasure he was feeling from the toy was still very much present. Slowly, he felt himself twitch and glisten with pressing need.

Deku hummed. “Oh, does that tickle?”

“FAHAHAK YOU! GAAGHH! NAAAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”

The tendrils stationed at the middle of his ribs came alive, mimicking the same unpredictable technique as the ones on his lower ribs. Bakugo fought hard, knowing what was next, knowing he couldn't stop it. Two tendrils slowly wrapped around his thighs, goosing and tickling the whole way. Bakugo expected them to attack his thighs again, but unexpectedly, they slipped their teasing tips underneath the sleeve of the toy, now slowly stroking and wrapping around the bare skin of his penis. Aside from dissolving into harsh thrashing and seizing like he touched an exposed cable, something else instantly came over him. In a moment of panicked weakness he opened his mouth.

“AAHHH! GAHH! WAIT! FUKIN’ WAHAITWAIT! WAHT DOYOUWAHAHAHNT?!”

Deku answered simply. “This.”

Two things happened at the same time.

The tendrils resting and teasing his death spot pulled back and dove right in. Viciously rubbing into that incomprehensibly ticklish spot without a shred of mercy. Four more vibrating tendrils latched on, squeezing, rubbing and scratching torturously.

The tendrils that snuck into the toy, wrapped around the entirety of Bakugo’s heat and lightly squeezed, following the rhythm of the toy. It pumped Bakugo excitedly, the two tips reaching his pre-cum soaked tip to swirl and rub, lick and tease. One of the tips pressed underneath the head, flicking under it like like an experienced tongue, while the other teased and stroked the slit.

Torn between two incredibly overwhelming sensations, Bakugo’s voice instantly gave out. For a moment, there was silence. Bakugo’s mouth was open in a silent, lustful, tortured scream, his sweat glistened muscles rippled with the intense single pull he was imposing onto all of his limbs. His toes clenched and his nails bit into his fists. After one sharp intake of breath,

Bakugo fittingly exploded.

“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHHA! NONONOHOHOHONOOOOO! GAHHH! NAHA- I CAHHAHA- ST- GAHAHAHAHAD OHHOHOH FUCK! OHFUUUUUCK!! DEHEHE- PFFTAHAHAAHAHA!! AHAHAAAASHIHIT! SHITSHITSAHIT!! AHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAH! GGRRAAAAAHHH!!! -AHAHHAHAHAAA————OOOOOPP! STAHAHAHAP STOPSTOPSTOPFUCKINGHELLSTOHOHOHOHP!! AHAHAHA————”

Deku watched Bakugo fall apart, a maniacal, sadistic smile creasing his face. “Found it.”

“AAAAHH! FUCKDEKUSTOOOOOOOOOOOP! FAHAHAK! I CAHAHA- GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAAAAHAHAHAH-”

“What was that?” Deku stuck his tongue into his cheek. “You can’t what?”

Bakugo’s mind was blank. His entire world was encompassed by all of the sensations saturating every recess of his brain. He whipped his head around, slamming it repeatedly against the headrest, the cushioning not even allowing him the relief of pain. He quickly approached the lower level of laughter, where it became mostly screams.

“ICANTTAKEIT! OHFUCKINGSHIT I FUKIN CAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA AHA AHA AHAHAH! ICAHAHAHANT! STOOOOOOOOHOHAAAAAAAAP!”

The toy picked up its pace, encouraging the tendrils wrapped around his dick to follow along. A few new tendrils squeezed his balls, Two flicked and rubbed his nipples, one even licked up the side of his neck, right underneath his jaw. His eyes flew to the back of his head.

“Want me to stop tickling or stop pumping?”

Bakugo’s face was alight with fire, he wasted no time. “TICKLING! STAHAH THE TIHIHIH-TIHIH- FAHAHAHAK! STAHAHAHAP TIHIHAHAHA-!”

“If I stop the tickling, you’ll lose the round. Are you sure you-”

“YES! YEHEHEHS! YESYESYESJUST- SHIHIHIHT!! STAHAHAHAP! FUCKINGHEHEHELL!”

Deku instantly stopped and focused his energy into on the blonde’s dick.

“MMMMPHHHHH FFFFFUUCK!” Bakugo moaned, arching his back and shaking his head, grinding his hips along the bench. “FFFFFFFFUHHHHHK!” Bakugo groaned, lost in a new kind of torment.

He closed his eyes, everything instantly fell away from him when he felt a tendril slip over his tip again. He felt the build up burn in his stomach, felt his penis throbbing, his tip glistening, ready for release. He felt the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had gather, aching in his swollen balls. Despite the need for air, he held his breath as the first drops of-

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

Bakugo’s voice cracked when everything simply stopped.

The tendrils and the toy fell limp. His body tingled as if all of his limbs fell asleep. Sweat dripped off his chin as he gasped. Opening his mouth to curse, a strangled sound came out instead when everything resumed. He flinched and jolted in his restraints, but the pumping and “licking” resumed, throwing him right back into that agonizing build up. Right when he could see stars, it stopped again.

He jerked his head up and seared his eyes into amused green ones with a guttural growl, only to force his head back down and clench his fists when it all started again.

“You…. You ffffuh- ffucking b-”

“I’m just helping you out.” Deku cocked his head to the side, chuckling. “Trust me, you don’t want to cum again.”

Bakugo closed his eyes, but he couldn't have a moment of rest before the pumping started again. He filled his cheeks with curses and air, releasing them in a flurry when rogue tendrils buried themselves into his ribs, his worst spot spared for now, as he was thrown head first into more ticklish chaos. He couldn't handle this much longer. He couldn't handle this now. He felt his sanity slipping through the cracks, but it didn't matter.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Deku trilled after a few more minutes. “If you beg me to cum, I’ll let you. Then we can move on.”

Beg him to lose the game. Beg him to take away the small change at freedom and hope that he had. Beg him to keep him here and torture him until help eventually came or he went batshit.

No, no he couldn't.

Bakugo snapped out of it. He returned Deku’s wicked glare and sneered. “Fuck. You.”

Deku narrowed his eyes and smirked, as if he was hoping for that exact answer. “Tickling it is then.”

First, there was a moment of silence.

Then pure, unadulterated madness.

Blackwhip attacked every inch of Bakugo’s ribcage. Bakugo screamed, a high pitched uncharacteristic shriek that shocked both of them. Then, he fell into manic, hysterical unrestrained laughter. Laughter that only maddened when his worst spot was finally targeted. Bakugo couldn't feel when the toy started again, couldn't feel the bubbling build up, or the burn of release that taunted him from mere inches away. He couldn't feel any of it, not until the tickling abruptly stopped and he stole greedy breath before countless tendrils converged on the entirety of his tip, sliding and slinking over the crimson peak it while the tendrils wrapped around his dick pumped up and down his length with mouth watering speed. His eyes stung with mirthful tears before he was thrown right back into ticklish oblivion.

Once his death spot was awarded another short break, Bakugo used that opportunity to quickly give up.

“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAYE! OKAHAHAHAHAY JUHUSTFUKINGDOHOHOHIT! I GIHIHIVE! IGIVE! JAHAHAAST MAAKEMECUM! DHAHAMNIT!”

“Mmmm,” Deku considered for a moment. “Say please.”

“AAGHHAHAHA!! GAHAHAHDDAHAHMN YOU!” Bakugo was slapping the edge of the leather wrist rest with his hand, trying to physically tap out. “PLEHEHESE! FUCKINPLEHEHESE! JUHUST STOP TIHIHIHCKLING!”

The tickling didn't stop completely, but it was enough. Bakugo was hardly afforded the gift of relief as tendrils immediately pumped and licked, massaged and caressed his entire length. The toy suddenly closed up around the tip and so similar to a warm mouth, he felt licking, swirling and even sucking. The rest of his twitching member was caressed and abused with soft and fast lustful strokes. Spit dribbled out of his mouth and beads of sweat glided down his sides and back as he arched.

He had no idea how many tendrils were pleasuring him now, but every damn spot was zapped with unbelievable, world shattering, sinful pleasure. Tendrils slinked through his toes and circled around the balls of his feet. Others lightly ghosted up his long arches and more teased his heals. New, lustful feelings seared from his feet straight to his dick, which pulsed in tandem with the activity. He didn’t dare start to unpack that.

The tendrils reappeared at his nipples and neck, his eyes once again dug into the back of his head.

He lasted an impressive 50 seconds.

He groaned out loud with his long release, his damp rob and body twitching through each pump of glorious rapture. His orgasm, almost matching the duration of his endurance, forced his twitching toes to curl, the squirming tendrils undeterred by even that. His abs and back muscles flexed, the light reflecting off of each sweaty twitch and convulsion.

He slumped heavily after it was through. He bucked and hissed when the tendrils around his ribs hardly gave him a second before teasingly slinking down, tracing over his twitching sides and pressing into his hips and thighs.

“Two for two.” Deku counted, unapologetically. “I’m not sure I like your odds.”

Bakugo couldn't muster a response. The tendrils around his hips and thighs forced a few half assed curses and poorly held back giggles from him. He arched his back, huffing when they pressed into the soft spaces inward next to his hips, ticklishly stroking down between his thighs. Oh shit.

“Agghh staha- Mmmhh. No mohore.” He murmured. His once silky ash blonde hair was now dark and matted, sticking to his eyes and head. “I-I— God, I fffucking can’t- I can’t d-do this shit anymore.” His body sizzled with heightened sensitivity. Even the breeze across his fucking feet tickled.

Deku looked at him for a moment before shaking his head slowly. “The game isn’t over yet.”

The tendrils found a ticklish tendon underneath and inward along his ass and inner thigh, and pressed into it. Bakugo barked out a surprised laugh and squirmed weakly.

Deku was silent as he teased that spot, longer than the pro hero thought he could tolerate.

“One more spot,” Deku announced, pushing his tendrils down over his thighs, creeping over the back of his ticklish knees, lingering there for a moment before tickling toward his calves. “Then round two starts.”

The tendrils slowly slithered down this calves, forcing him to half groan, half whine and bite his cheek. When they grazed over his Achilles heal and brushed down around the sides of his feet, Bakugo felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, energy he pointlessly wasted by yelling a stream of obscenities and fighting hard as he could. He’d never felt more helpless, he’d never been so tortured, he’d never felt as if he could be reduced to begging, but here he was, those sinful words dancing at the tip of his tongue, tempting him like food tempts a starved man.

All from tickling.

Blackwhip paused and Bakugo knew it was over. His fatigue caught up moments before and he stared at Deku with wide pleading eyes. Deku drank that up like a craved cigarette. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.

Well, almost.

“Wait! Deku, wai-”

The rest of his plea fizzled and died on his lips.

He felt it everywhere and nowhere. Tendrils raced over and under his flailing toes, some scratched right underneath and along the stems and pads, more circled and scratched the balls of his feet, playing with the plump, overly sensitive pads. Additional ones scratched just at the creases underneath the balls, which at this point hadn’t been touched and absolutely drove him up the metaphorical wall of madness and hysteria. Others stroked up and down and side to side, playing along his creamy arches, paying special attention to the spot where the heel melts into the arch, while more circled and teased his heels. Two tickled and scratched along the sides of each foot, a few, Bakugo couldn't count, even tickled the tops of his feet along with some slowly stroked up and down this claves and two stragglers unfairly burrowing into the back of his knees.

Bakugo couldn't comprehend anything except how much it fucking tickled.

His mouth was wide open in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut, saturated with mirthful tears. When additional tendrils started stroking and alternating between the arches and balls of his feet, a switch flipped in him. He started bouncing up and down, moving the bench slightly as he tried to lift and drop his weight, trying to use pure strength to break it or at least flip it over. Aside from a few cracks and creaks, it was silent as he wasted precious, limited energy.

More at the top and sides. Extra in between the toes. Something evil goosed his ribs.

That was all he couldn't handle.

“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NONONONAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUUUCK! AHA AHAHA! AHAHHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOP!YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT ILL FUCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOUDEAAAAD! MMMGGHGHHMHMHMHMMMAAAAAH!! GOD! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!”

Pure, tortured belly laughter bellowed out of him like a fog horn. His laughter only evolved, turning pained and high pitched when the thing on his cock started vibrating.

“NOOO!”

The tendrils along his feet started slowing, sensually rubbing and tickling his toes. Electricity flitted through his dick, standing to attention within seconds.

Curses temporarily overwhelmed his laughter when Blackwhip wrapped around and pulled his toes back. The sweat coating Bakugo’s body created enough slip for the tendrils to wreak absolute havoc just along the undersides and stems of his toes, where the sensitive skin had been pulled and crueley exposed. Bakugo thrashed and screamed and spat and heaved, but nothing stopped it. Nothing topped it.

This time, Deku didn't edge, didn't relent, and didn't change the pace. Either Bakugo was going to cum like this, or he wasn't.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHESE! AHAHAHA! OOHGADDAMNITPLEEHEHESE!!”

“What are you begging for?” Deku inquired. Bakugo couldn't care that he was being mocked, couldn’t even take the few seconds of brain power to register or understand it.

“AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ST- AHAHAHA! MA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKFUCKFUCK I CAAAAA————”

Silence. Deku furrowed his brows and leaned forward, cupping a hand to his ear. “Hmm?”

“——————PAHA- PH- PLEHE- PLEHEHEHESE! WAHAHAH- WAIHIHIHT! NAHAHA I- I GOHOHAHAH! MMMMMMHHHHHFFFFFAAAGGHHHHH!!!”

The tickling hardly slowed as stars blurred his vision. A loud, animalistic moan burned his raw throat. He came hard, the tendrils slipping and sliding gleefully inside the wet toy.

Even after he was done, it continued for a few more seconds, prompting a loud continuous scream from him that only relented a few moments after everything truly stopped.

He collapsed, breathing so hard and deep that his chest ached.

He only knew one thing; He couldn't fucking handle this anymore.

Deku slow clapped and whistled. “Bet you never thought you could be tickled into an orgasm.”

Bakugo didn't respond, he hardly heard him. He flinched hard when the tendrils teasingly retracted from his reddened and raw feet, traveling up his trembling body once again.

Bakugo moaned. “N-no… Please…Just … please just stop.”

Deku shook his head and beamed. “The game isn’t over yet.”

Bakugo shook his head, entirely defeated. “No more.”

Deku eyes glittered, the emerald hue glowing as though the devil himself had possessed the soul behind them. “Remember,” Tendrils slithered up to his aching ribs. Bakugo gritted his teeth and pulled his arms. Deku’s eyes crinkled. “You cant cum in the same spot twice.”

Tendrils slipped under his arms, waving and stroking like wheat in the wind.

A noise, almost like a disgruntled whine slipped out of Bakugo. “Please. Deku, please just fucking stop this.”

More tendrils. Bakugo inhaled sharply. “I-I know what I di-did wahas fucked a-”

“Is that all it took?” Deku murmured, voice low. “Hours of tickle torture for you to realize that?”

“No!” Bakugo winced as tendrils spilled down his ribs. “Damn it! I’ve known, you fucktard! I- Fuck! I just- SHIHIT! Just- FUCK! Let me goddam taHAHAlk!”

“No.” Deku put a hand up, silencing the quivering blonde. “It might come as a shock to you, but I haven’t thought about what happened in a long time.”

Tracing along the heels of his feet. Bakugo cringed.

“I’ve wanted this for a while. To torture you, and make you beg.” Tendrils slipped into the hollows behind his knees. “To make you answer for each and every horrible thing you did to me, down to every dirty look.” Tendrils teased up his spine again, causing him to lurch forward as much as he could. “I wanted to break you and make you pay. I still do.” Tendrils ghosted down his arms, teasing the skin under his biceps. “Maybe one day, I’ll let you explain it to me. But right now,” Deku stood, straightening his back. All the tendrils lifted themselves from his body, pointing their tips over their respective spots.

“It turns out, I don’t give a shit.”

Tendrils burrowed into his underarms. As if he were being repeatedly tased with a stun gun, he convulsed and seized, immediately dissolving into loud, unrestrained guffaws. His entire being was now just a big ball of overly sensitized, ticklish nerves to which Blackwhip took full advantage of. It dug, scratched, wiggled, pinched and squeezed all over his body, the main event taking place in his armpits. He fell into silent laughter once, twice, three times within the span of a few minutes.

He couldn't fight when the toy started vibrating, when he felt more of Blackwhip dip into the sleeve of the toy, when the tendrils ghosting and tickling his thighs pinched and traced along his ass, and when tendrils teased the newfound egregious zones on his feet. He gave in to the torture, unable to protest when the freedom he had no chance of earning burned out of him for the fourth time.

Everything stopped. His head fell in misery.

Then snapped back up.

He felt it in his armpits, ribs, thighs, groin, feet, knees, calves, arms- everywhere.

Every spot Deku had learned was put to merciless use.

Bakugo’s screams echoed throughout the room, down the hall, and drifted outside, haunting the grounds like loitering ghosts.

He didn't know how long it took for him to finally pass out.

—

His eyes groggily flitted open.

It took a few minutes for his vision to fully come back to him. It took even longer for him to remember where he was. Eyes locked on the water damaged ceiling, his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. When his brain started to catch up with his body, he felt it.

Holy shit, he ached.

His throat felt chipped and raw, his head pounded hard at the side of his temples, his fucking ribs and stomach…

He groaned and pushed himself up, stomach muscles screaming as he held his head in his hand. One glance around the room and one more zap from his aching body confirmed that what happened to him wasn’t just a fucked up nightmare.

Catching a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, he turned his attention to the flimsy nightstand next to his bed. Three bottles of water were placed onto it, along with some dark steaming, floral smelling liquid inside of a beige mug with a spoon sticking out of it. In front of that was a bottle of Advil, a sandwich on a small, circular paper plate, and an envelope. All neatly placed together.

Any reservations he’d possessed about eating and drinking had been thwarted long ago, so he downed the first bottle in seconds as well as half of the second before deciding to swallow three Advils along with the rest. He placed the third bottle underneath the mattress and observed the contents of the mug, deciding it was tea. He took a tentative sip, sighing when the hot liquid velveted down his sore throat, soothing it and warming his stomach. A hint of ginger left a subtle, spicy tang and he could have sworn he tasted a bit of honey. He ate his sandwich as he sipped.

He didn't want to think about who left all of this stuff here for him, much less why. As far as he knew, everyone in this fucking place had access to his room and everyone was a damn scumbag for it.

His gaze turned to the envelope. He finished the tea, pulled the lip open, and pulled out something small and rectangular, wrapped in white tissue paper.

He tore the paper off and his stomach dropped.

“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”

It was old and worn. It looked exactly like his.

“PLEASE!”

It was Deku’s All Might trading card.

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