#ler!kirishima

[rachi-roo]

Lil prankster got, got!

I will forever love these two goobers (*⌒３⌒*) Denki is facing punishment for his crimes at the hands of the manliest-man out here! His crime? Probably something devious XD

#rachi roo #sfw tickles #mha #bnha #sfw tickling community #tickle #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #red riot #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #chargebolt #lee!denki #ler!kirishima #mha tickle #digital art

[featherstreams]

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.

#lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #ler!kirishima #ler!kaminari #bnha tickles #mha tickles #tickle content #tickle fic #tickle fluff #t word community #lee! bakugou #lee!bakugo #mha tickle #bnha tickle #bnha #mha #my scribbles💚 #my posts📫

[gaybananabread]

I'm so excited to participate in your augtickletober! For number 28, please consider writing lee kirishima! with ler todoroki from my hero academia hehehe, a relaxing massage seems nice~ By the way if the number is already taken, feel free to change to any numbers (probably number 29 or 24 as backups just in case 28 got taken), thank youu!!

TickleTober Day 28 - Massage

Oooooh not a pairing I write for often! Still, the skrimblos must have their fun. Kiri would be the kinda guy to massage his friends, so nice! I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Kirishima

Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.

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

Todoroki was stressed, to say the least. Working tirelessly to get his Provisional License, training hard to stay on top, and regular classwork had him going pretty much non-stop. Cold soba was his only escape, and even that was starting to lose its effect. It was all wearing on him, keeping his muscles tense and eyes sunken with dark bags.

The dual-quirked teen sauntered into the dorm’s kitchen, in search of his comfort food. His shoulders ached from tension, his neck and back in similar condition. The cold soba was the only thing he wanted at that moment. When he opened the fridge door, though, he deflated. “Damn it…” He had forgotten to make more the night before, exhausted from another night of rigorous training.

Kirishima walked into the room, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Todoroki! How’s it…going.” He saw the other student’s tired, saddened form, concern blooming on his face. “Are you okay, man?”

He sighed, closing the door and cutting off the cool air. Was he okay? He wasn’t sure he knew the answer himself. “Uhm…yes. Why do you ask?” 

That only made the bubbly teen’s brows furrow. “Because you look very not okay. You’re more tense than Aizawa sensei after dealing with Bakubro and Midoriya.” He smiled softly, a small huff of air escaping him. Though they didn't interact much, Todo knew he could trust the boy and enjoyed his company. “Maybe I am a little wound up.”

Kiri chuckled, getting a bit closer and opening the fridge. He noticed the lack of his classmate’s favorite dish. “If you want, I could help. I’m not the greatest cook, but I could try and make you some soba. Maybe a massage or something.”

The massage option caught his attention. He was stupidly tense; he could use a break. “I wouldn’t mind a massage, if you’re willing to give one.”

“So formal, Todobro. You’ve gotta loosen up a bit.” He was more than happy to help out his classmate, moving over to one of the dorm couches. “And of course, I’m happy to. You wanna sit down and I’ll help?”

He nodded, following him and sitting down beside the red-haired teen. Normally, he wouldn’t have been so accepting of the concerned gesture. Midoriya and the others had been working with him on asking for help, though; it was working. Kiri went right to work, rubbing circles in his shoulders. It was unfair how quickly the tension began to ease.

Eijirou moved methodically, working to ease his peer’s tense muscles. The sheer amount of knots he had to work out concerned him. “Jeez, man. You’ve really gotta take more breaks. This isn’t healthy.” 

A small hum came from the tense teen; he was too lost in the calming feeling to do much else. At first, when Kiri was working his shoulders, it felt wonderful. He could feel the tension leaving, the tight pains fading to dull aches or going entirely.

As time passed, Kirishima’s hands wandered, moving to the base of his ribs and back. A small, annoying buzz came with the release, making him smile. Todoroki squirmed a little, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

Kirishima noticed the squirms, pulling his hands away. “You good? Sorry if I hurt you, I’m a little rusty.” Of course that’s where his mind went. That boy was too kind. “No, it’s fine. Just needed to move.” With a nod, the massage continued, right back at the dreaded spot.

Okay, that was fine. He could handle a little buzzing, no problem. At least, he thought he could, until Kirishima moved upwards again, gently poking his neck to feel for tension. Todo went rigid, a small giggle escaping him. Oh, he was screwed.

“Todoroki…are you ticklish?” Previous statement retracted. Kirishima wasn’t nice at all for asking. He knew the answer already, and knew the other boy would lie. “Uh, no. Just, um, thought of something funny.”

Bullshit. Kiri sniffed out the obvious lie, deciding to toy with his friend. “Okay then. I’ll be more gentle, just because.” He went back to massaging the other teen’s neck, making sure to scritch his nails on the skin every once in a while. Todoroki bit his lip, thankful his back was to the hero-in-training. Rosy cheeks and a poorly suppressed smile didn’t really help his case.

This continued for about a minute; Kiishima gently massaging the other teen, occasionally letting his nails scrape the sensitive skin, and Todoroki trying desperately to stay quiet. The bright boy’s patience was wearing thin, and although he’d love to continue massaging his friend, the giggle was too enticing. He gave up on subtlety, going and simultaneously squeezing both Todoroki’s sides.

He muffled a yelp, jolting forwards and grabbing the crimson student’s hands. There was no denying it now; Todoroki was ticklish, and Kirishima was gonna help him let loose. Kiri wrapped his legs around the other’s torso, pulling him back and against his chest. It was a classic Kiri play-fight move, one most of the other students feared and loved; it meant that he was about to get it.

Ten fingers drilled into both his sides, pulling a few surprised giggles from the serious teen. He tried to squirm out of it, but he was essentially trapped in a hug; pinned both around the middle by wiggling fingers and waist by strong legs, Todoroki was trapped. He probably could’ve burned his way out of the hold, but he would never purposefully hurt his classmate. 

“Wow, so wiggly, Todobro. I’m just trying to get you to relax! Like these sides, they must be tense if you’re fighting it this much!” He knew that wasn’t why he was squirming so much, but it was an “excuse” to continue the tickling. Besides, teasing him was fun. He experimentally scribbled Todo’s navel, The results were better than he could’ve hoped for.

“K-KIHIRISHIMAHA! NOHOHO!” He practically squealed when he felt the boy’s nails on his belly button, his cheeks almost matching his left hair as he laughed. Kirishima adored the sound, happy that his classmate trusted him enough to cut loose like that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, but still. “Aww, there we go. You gotta release all that inner turmoil and stress, bro. Laughter is perfect!”

His well-meaning teases were completely unfair. Todoroki drummed his feet on the couch, twisting and shoving at his classmate’s hands. He didn’t totally hate what was happening, but still, it tickled! He just wished Kiri’s nails were focusing anywhere but his belly button. “MOHOHOVE! COHOME OHOHOHON!” 

Feeling merciful, he did as he was asked, instead focusing his fingers on the candy-cane boy’s sides.Loud laughter gave way to sweet giggles, surprisingly bright for such a serious kid. “Kihiri- Kihirishihihimaha! Whyhihihi?”

“Why? You’re stressed, that’s why. I’ve never seen someone so determined to have an aneurysm before adulthood before. You could do with some giggles.” He squeezed his navel, making Todoroki emphasize it with a squeal. “Like that! Very cute, by the way. You should laugh more.”

Such a jerk! He wanted to protest anything Kirishima had just claimed, but he couldn’t. Truth was, the tickling was helping. While giggly and flustered, he was much less tense than when he’d arrived. He also felt much happier, though he attributed that to human interaction rather than the goofy touch. 

Kiri could tell he was enjoying himself, at least to an extent. He hadn’t heard the actual word “stop” once. A certain sound, though, made him halt the touch. Was that…?

*grrrrrrlm*

Todoroki’s cheeks somehow got redder, that time from embarrassment. His stomach had growled rather loudly, reminding him of his long day and skipped meals. Kirishima was the one to laugh then, releasing his friend from the tickly hold. “Ohokay, your stomach’s got an opinion. Think we should get you some food, huh Todoroki?”

The half-and-half teen mumbled something under his breath, but nodded in agreement. He was hungry, and some cold soba would be nice. Kirishima chuckled, heading back to the dorm kitchen to prepare some grub for him and his friend. 

Todoroki looked after him, a small smile on his face. He felt much better than he had before, his dampened spirits lifted by the other student’s silliness. He got up, following to help with the dish. He’d have to ask for massages more often…

#mha tickling #lee!todoroki #ler!kirishima #ticklish!todoroki #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickle #my hero academia tickling #bnha tickling #mha/bnha #ticklish!shoto #lee!shoto #ler!eijiro #mha kirishima #mha todoroki #augtickletober #tickletober #tickle fluff

[simplysmilingdrew]

KiriBaku - Successfull hunt

Kirishima: GOTCHA!!!

Bakugou: Gah! Hahahaha! Nohohoho!! Gehehehet ohohohohohoff!!

Kirishima: The mighty lion has captured his prey! What a successfull hunt!

Bakugou: Youhuhu Shihihihitty Hahahahahair! Lehehehet meheheheheh gohohohoho!!!

Kirishima: And lose my opportunity to feast? No way! *softly nibbling the neck*

Bakugou: GAHK! EAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHOHOHO! STAPSTAPSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!

Kirishima: Snrk! Omnomnomnom~

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KiriBaku for my post 201 ❤️🧡 Yayyy!🥳

Of course we all know that this means WAR!!! right Kiri!? You better... what was it... Oh yeah!... Be prepared😏

Second part can be found here: KiriBaku - Mighty hunter

Oh my, how I get flustered while drawing and writing this...

#bnha #bnha fanart #bnha tickle #mha #mha fanart #mha tickle #tickle art #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #eijiro kirishima #kirishima #lee!bakugou #ler!kirishima #kiribaku

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

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

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

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

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

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

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

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

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

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

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

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

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

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

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

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

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

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

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

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

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

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

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

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

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

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

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

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#squealing santa 2k23 #mha #mha tickle #kiribakutickle #kiribaku #lee!bakugou #lee!kirishima #ler!bakugou #ler!kirishima #switch!bakugou #switch!kirishima #mha tickle fic #kiribaku tickle fic #my fics #tickle community #tfb #ss2k23 #tickle fic

[sallage]

Red

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 3

Warning: This is a tickle fic! - Crossed boundaries and ignored safe word.

Summary: With a renewed sense of determination, Bakugo prepares for his first round of training with Kirishima. Set up like an interrogation, Bakugo must try to withstand the pressure and make it through the full 20 minutes without giving in or giving up.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Kirishima 

Words: 4,372

Reading Time: 17 Minutes 

A/N: So I lied and posted this earlier then I said I would which technically is still super late. I’ll admit I did not proof read this so it might be sloppy but I finished it and wanted it out there haha.

I'm going to sound like a broken record but I'm probably never going to be fully okay with the stories I post. I'll always be wishing I could either pump more into it, be more descriptive, stay true to characters, or add more dialogue. There will always be something I wish I can do or change, but then I wouild never post anything.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy! LOL

Read more ∘₊✧ Here ✧₊∘

Bakugo scowled at the clock as the minutes ticked by with relentless consistency. His gaze was unwavering in its focus as his eyes fixed on the hands, watching as they spun around the clock face in a slow revolution.

With each passing minute, the dread of meeting up with Kirishima for training weighed heavier and heavier upon his shoulders, and though he tried to resist, he could feel the pressure mounting for him to leave, sooner rather than later.

With the encounter in the forest still fresh in his mind, Bakugo felt a surge of renewed energy running through his body. There was a new fire burning within him, an intense and searing flame that would not be easily extinguished.

A knock at the door pulled Bakugo out of his introspective thoughts and set him on a trajectory for confrontation. He threw open the door, his aggressive eyes immediately finding Deku in the doorway, hand still stuck in the knocking position. Their gazes locked in a tense moment before Deku slowly lowered his hand.

“Hey,” Deku took a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I’m just reminding you about training. You should have left already.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “I know what time it is.”

He closed the door behind him and walked out.

Midoriya followed close behind. 

“We’re working on endurance today. We’re going to give you a code and you have to hold onto it for 20 minutes.” 

Bakugo’s scowl was his only response.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, the two rivals a healthy distance between one another before Midoriya worked up the nerve to speak again.

“I know this is… not what you’re used to,” Midoriya sighed, looking for words that wouldn’t get him pummeled. “Anyway, we’re all here for you.”

“Just… shut up.” Bakugo cringed. The lack of angst in his voice wasn't lost on Midoriya. His friend was nervous and didn't want to be catered to.

 After walking in silence for a bit longer, one sideways glance at the blonde told him all he needed to know about what his friend was silently wondering. 

“It’s at Ground Beta in one of the buildings towards the end of the campus. We got permission to use it and it’s far enough away that no one will hear you.” 

Bakugo scoffed but Midoriya swore he saw a bit of tension leave the blonde’s shoulders.

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

—

Once inside the building, they walked down a flight of stairs and entered the basement where Kirishima and Kaminari were lounging on a couple of bean bags playing Nintendo switches.

The boys paused their game and greeted them with energetic hellos. Bakugo looked past them and saw a random table next to a thick metal chair positioned right in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the arms and legs.

He resisted the urge to react as a bolt of nervous energy speared through him.

“Where’s Sero and Todoroki?” Midoriya wondered.

An irritated sigh sounded next to him.

“We figured Bakugo didn’t want people watching him get absolutely wrecked.” Kaminari teased with a smug smile, earning a growl from Bakugo. “Kiri lugged the chair up and I brought the bean bags and Switches. I guessed you were going to be late.”

“Besides,” Kirishima started before Bakugo could retort. “Todoroki’s got the next one, they’re going to be sparring.”

Bakugo’s lips quirked at that. He could already picture himself blasting that half and half bastard into oblivion.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari waved to get his attention. “You got your murder eyes on!” 

Bakugo looked at Kaminari and then back to Kirishima. “You idiots don’t expect me to sit in that.” He jerked his chin towards the center of the room.

Kirishima’s face tightened. “Yeah, sorry man. All that matters is that it can hold you without breaking or moving. It’s pretty heavy duty.” 

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Whatever.” 

Midoriya clapped his hands. “I’m going to head back. I’ll see you guys after!” He waved as he exited the room. 

“Hey, wait up!” Kaminari put a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, leaned in and whispered something into Bakugo’s ear. With another encouraging slap that earned a sneer, Kaminari disappeared up the stairs after Midoriya.

Once the sound of their footfalls faded, Kirishima turned to Bakugo.

“Alright!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and gesturing towards the chair. “Let’s get started!”

Bakugo stood firm in his place, defiantly staring down at the chair and refusing to budge. He couldn't explain it, but he just could not bring himself to sit down. His body refused to obey the mental command. It was as if his pride and stubbornness had taken over and would not allow him to surrender to that damn chair.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima tilted his head. “You need to-” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” Bakugo snapped.

“Okay, then what’s stopping you?”

Bakugo's pride and stubbornness continued to war within him, keeping him on the brink of either giving in or resisting even further.

On one hand, a part of him could not bring himself to compromise his pride and dignity by losing control and being reduced to a blubbering mess in front of one of the only people he respected. And on the other hand, standing his ground and continuing to resist meant giving up completely and admitting defeat.

He was finding himself stuck in this weird state of limbo where he knew what he needed to do but physically could not make himself do it.

Kirishima was quick to notice the internal struggle that Bakugo was grappling with.

“We don’t have to do this.”

No responce.

Kirishima recognized that Bakugo's desire to not participate wasn’t a complete one. The blonde still stood there within the presence of the chair, which meant there was still some potential in convincing him to follow through. Kiri knew that all Bakugo needed was a slight push in the right direction.

Kirishima adopted a more challenging tone and delivered a playful smirk, knowing Bakugo's pride was the key. “I get why you might not want to do it. It might be too intense for you.”

Bakugo met kirishima’s stare, uncharacteristically quiet.

“I saw how you were in the forest,” Kirishima continued, shrugging. “If I were you, I probably couldn't handle it either. Lets go back.” He began walking towards the exit, but a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the other didn't follow.

Kirishima paused at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms over his chest.

Bakugo mumbled a few curses before walking up and plopping into the cold chair. Kirishima with a smile full of pride for his friend, rushed over to his side.

One look at the red head’s face and Bakugo was looking away with an eye roll. “This is just to prove your dumbass wrong.”

Kirishima shrugged and went to work, efficiently securing Bakugo's wrists and ankles to the four points of the chair. He took a few steps back to survey his work. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist letting out a slight chuckle at the scowl on Bakugo's face.

“Okay, try to get out.”

Bakugo grumbled and attempted to tug at the cuffs but the sturdy restraints didn’t give an inch. Bakugo's brows drew together as he wrenched at them harder. The cuffs were much sturdier than he anticipated, and he realized that the wiggle room he would typically get with thinner restraints was not an option due to the thick cuffs covering most of his wrists.

As he wrenched at them one more time, he was met with the same result and he realized that without the use of his quirk, he was truly stuck.

Bakugo felt a tug of uneasiness deep within him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it doubt? Nervousness? Anxiety? Or was it something else altogether? He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it was something that he didn't particularly like.

Kirishima nodded encouragingly. “Ready?”

Bakugo attempted to maintain a bored and unbothered demeanor. “I’m not doing this role play garbage with you.”

Kirishima took out his phone and started the timer. 

Twenty Minutes.

He placed it on the table so they both could see it.

“We’re not roleplaying. Kaminari gave you a code and you’re not supposed to tell me.”

Bakugo scowled and tested the restraints again.

“I’ll ask nicely first,” 

Bakugo's face warped into a mix of a cringe and a scowl as Kirishima moved to stand directly in front of him.

“What did Kaminari tell you?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.” 

Kirishima just smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked around the blonde’s chair. Bakugo found himself feeling a small twinge of relief as he no longer had to look at Kirishima, but this small comfort was soon replaced with a sensation of unease as Kirishima pushed two strong hands through the little gaps between the blonde’s sides and arms, leaving them poised to strike.

His body tensed.

But his expression remained unchanging as Kirishima pinched his sides repeatedly.

Even though Kirishima believed the blonde was just saving face, he was still surprised by the lack of reaction. He thought back to the forest, trying to remember what it was that initially set him off.

Then, it hit him.

He stopped the harsh poking and pinching and changed his approach, softly tracing his fingers over the fabric of Bakugo's shirt.

Bakugo's body stiffened and twitched as his muscles convulsed under the touch of Kirishima's tracing fingertips, which the red head took as a small victory.

There it was.

He continued the gentle approach, moving his tracing and scratching motions inward towards the the inner edges of Bakugo's sides where they turned into his stomach.

Bakugo's jaw was tight, then he bit down on the inside of his cheek. The gentle touch and light scribbles were making him flinch as his muscles began to twitch in response. Every time Kirishima's fingers moved across his skin, Bakugo's body reacted, causing him to bite his cheek harder to suppress them.

Kirishima's fingers shifted lower to Bakugo's waist and began teasing the space above his hips, right above the waistline of his pants, prompting the explosive blonde to let out a small twitch and perform some subtle micro-movements which Kirishima was quick to notice. Kirishima then moved his hands down to Bakugo's hips and hovered over them, motionless.

Bakugo clenched his teeth. “Stop messing with m-” 

Kirishima pressed his thumbs deep into Bakugo's hips, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The intense and invasive prodding caused Bakugo to let out a soft groan before jerking his wrists and tugging at the cuffs in a moment of weakness.

Kirishima smiled triumphantly.

“I’m barely touching you, man.”

Kirishima found himself almost giddy with amusement, knowing he had the perfect thing to push Bakugo's buttons. Of course, he was well aware of Bakugo's fiery personality and explosive nature, but nothing had ever come close to shaking his composure or forcing him to let loose.

This newfound knowledge was proving to be quite valuable, and Kirishima couldn't help but wonder just how effective it would prove to be in keeping the unpredictable blonde in check in the future. It gave him a huge rush of accomplishment and satisfaction to realize how much he had thrown Bakugo's composure out the window with just the slight twitch of his fingers.

“Shut up.” Bakugo growled. 

Kirishima increased the pressure on his thumbs and sped up the movement, digging harder into Bakugo's hips. Bakugo's legs strained in effort and he let out a quick gasp, his breath starting to come in shorter and sharper inhales.

Kirishima didn’t even try to suppress the smirk on his face. “You just gotta tell me what Kaminari told you.” 

Bakugo could hear the amusement in Kirishima’s tone.

“What the hell are you smiling about?”

Kirishima snickered behind him and the blonde’s face grew red.

“Wipe that smirk off your damn face!”

Kirishima tutted. “You’re not really in a position to be making threats, you know.”

“You think I give a shit? I’ll wipe that stupid smirk off yo- GAH!”

Kirishima teased his way up towards the bottom of Bakugo's ribs, pushing past his attempt to speak. Bakugo tensed up and gripped the chair, awaiting the attack that-

Didn't come. 

Kirishima shifted, bringing his fingers back to Bakugo's hips and starting again with the slow, subtle, and teasing touches. Each time Kirishima seemed like he was beginning to attack Bakugo's ribs, he would quickly and smoothly transition back to the hips.

The constant shifting between the two points was causing Bakugo to flinch and spasm each time Kirishima faked out an attack.

The repetitive tickling motion was beginning to have a cumulative effect on Bakugo. The constant upward jerking of his body each time Kirishima's fingers danced closer to his ribs caused Bakugo's temper to flair.

Bakugo shouted out an expletive when Kirishima baited him yet again. Losing a toehold on his temper.

"Stop fucking with me," he shouted, his rage boiling over, "You're pissing me off!"

Bakugo was already on edge from the teasing and prodding, so when Kirishima shrugged and suddenly launched into an outright offensive attack on his lower rib cage, he let out a loud shout of surprise.

“FUHUCK!” Bakugo bit down on his lip and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold in his laughter while Kirishima continued to relentlessly strike the soft and sensitive points on his lower rib cage.

Bakugo tried to cover the area by turning in his elbows, but he was tightly confined in place. Bakugo let out frustrated gasps and grunts in lieu of giggles as Kirishima continued to hit those sweet spots.

Kirishima was playing for keeps now, his expression serious and focused as he relentlessly pursued Bakugo's lower ribcage.

With his eyes starting to water from suppressing his laughter and the relentless attack from Kirishima's fingers, he glanced frantically around the room, searching for some type of distraction that could take his mind off the tickling. He set his eyes on Kirishima’s phone. 

Fifteen minutes left.

He knew that he was running out of time to keep any sort of composure and preserve any scrap of dignity he had left.

Unfortunately, Kirishima couldn't let that happen.

Kirishima adjusted his grip and spread out his fingers to provide himself with more of a surface area to work with. He quickly began to viciously burrow his fingers into Bakugo's ribcage, aggressively rubbing and vibrating them in a large circular motion with speed and intensity.

“AHHHAhahahaha!”

Bakugo arched his back and let out a loud burst of laughter, his restraint nearly completely broken as he was unable to hold back his reaction, caught off guard by Kirishima actually following through with the attack this time. 

Kirishima finally succeeded in pushing Bakugo close to the edge, and the explosive blonde’s embarrassment was evident in the way he wrenched at his bonds.

The red head was determined to see this through to the end, inching further and further up towards the spot he knew would make Bakugo spill all the marbles. The laughter became louder and more desperate as Kirishima moved closer to the sensitive area, causing Bakugo to struggle against the cuffs even harder.

Instead, Kirishima suddenly dropped his fingers back down to Bakugo's hips and started applying as much ticklish pressure as possible, pressing hard into the sensitive areas on the inside of the explosive blonde’s hips. Kirishima felt like he was getting close as Bakugo bucked and tried and failed to contain his laughter, spluttering and trying pull away from the excruciatingly ticklish sensations.

“ShihIHIHT! YOU MAHTHER FAHAHAHAKER! AGHH! STAHAHAHAP!”

“You know what you gotta tell me to make it stop!”

Bakugo continued to buck and pull on his arms and legs, desperate to get away from the maddening sensations. Kirishima continued his relentless attack on Bakugo's hips, keeping the pressure steady.

Bakugo could only manage a few inches of movement and Kirishima kept pace, not letting his friend have even a moment of respite.

“STAHAHAHHAP, KIRISHIMA DAMN IT! FAAAHAHAHAHAK!”

“Tell me!” Kirishima had to yell over Bakugo’s laughter so he could hear him. “Give it up and I’ll stop!”

Bakugo shook his head and slammed it against the headrest, his movements getting more desperate and wild as he tried to find some type of relief. Kirishima shifted himself forward and pushed his arms further through the gaps in the chair before moving down to the spaces below Bakugo's hips at the top of his thighs.

He used four fingers on each side to really dig into the ticklish blonde’s pelvis. Bakugo groaned as if he was experiencing some type of pain and tried to fold in on himself, lifting his shoulders only a few inches off of the backrest.

“AAAHHH! KIRISHIMA! DAMN IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL KIHIHIHIL YOU! AAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“The code-”

“FAHAH- FUCK YOU! I CAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHNT REHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

His laughter spiked when Kirishima squeezed his thighs, his voice getting hoarse.

“NOHOHOHO! SHIT STAHAHAHAP! WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK!”

Kirishima stopped. Bakugo slumped, he felt sweat pool around his head and slide down his back. His eyes closed and his breathing was fast.

Time must have been up.

“Was- Was that tiiIIMMMAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! NAAHAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shoved his hands into the blonde’s armpits, causing his body to seize as if he had been struck by lightning. The intense and relentless rubbing and undulating of Kirishima's fingers caused a sensation that Bakugo did not expect, forcing him to let loose and release an unusually high-pitched scream as his body was overrun with intense, indescribable tickles.

The suddenness of Kirishima's move straight up overwhelmed Bakugo, and he struggled to clamp his arms down and move his body away, but the restraints simply would not budge. 

“AHHH! AHA AHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Kirishima watched Bakugo lose all composure. His laughter shifted to a grueling and desperate note, and Kirishima could see his resolve completely crumble when his eyebrows lifted and it looked like he was completely lost in the sensations. But Kirishima didn't relent, determined to tickle the information he needed out of his friend.

“RED! REHEHEHEHED! KIRISHIMA RED! I FAAHAHAHAHA- I FOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA THAHAHA- NAAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shook his head. Bakugo had the code and could easily end it at any instant, but he didn’t, instead using his safe word as a cop out.

Kirishima decided that he would have to give the code and only the code, admitting full defeat in the challenge, or Kirishima would continue until he truly gave up or until the twenty minutes were up.

He refused to give the blonde any kind of bragging rights, especially if he didn't deserve it. 

“Come on, man! You know you need to give up the code!”

Bakugo shook his head and repeatedly slammed his shoulders against the backrest. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Kirishima looked at the timer. 

Ten minutes left.

There was still time.

Kirishima moved his fingers downward slowly, and Bakugo's eyes shot open and his struggling intensified dramatically. The pitch of Bakugo's laughter began to rise in intensity and echo loudly through the basement, the sound magnified by the close walls and low ceilings.

Though he was moving his hands slowly towards the spot he knew Bakugo just could not stand, Kirishima was determined to reach the ultimate goal and cause his friend to completely give up.

“NO! NONONAHAHAHAHA! KIRI! WAIT- STAHAHAHP! AHH! NO DOHOHONT!”

When Kirishima finally hit it, the spot on his upper ribs right underneath his arms, there was a moment of silence as the blonde jerked violently in his restraints.

Then Bakugo screamed.

“AAAHHHHH AHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

He banged his head against the headrest and violently pulled on his arms, the skin peaking through underneath the cuffs red and scratched. He bucked his hips and tried to twist his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, baby explosions shooting out of them. But Kirishima kept going, knowing Bakugo was approaching his limit if not already there. He dug in harder and wiggled his fingers faster. 

“KIRIHIHIHHIHI———————— AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! REHEHE ——————————! STAHAHAHA——————————!  I CAHAH——————————!” 

As Bakugo's body was transported into the realm of silent laughter, tears flowed freely down his burning face. As if it were possible, the blonde struggled even harder against the restraints, his struggles becoming increasingly violent and frenetic as his body jerked and slammed around, slightly scooting the heavy chair. Bakugo's explosions grew in size, slowly expanding and beginning to sting Kirishima's skin.

For a moment, Kirishima regarded Bakugo’s dramatic reactions with confusion, wondering why he didn't just give up if it was that unbearable. Kirishima lightened his touch at the thought considering calling off the entire thing and giving his friend a break.

Then Bakugo took a rare breath and screamed.

“CEREAL! THE DAHAHAHAHMN CODE- IT’S CEREAL!’ NOHOW FUCKING STAAAHAAHAHAHHAHAP!”

Kirishima quickly backed off and dropped his hands. Bakugo dropped into the chair in a deep slump and breathed hard, his body exhausted and yet somehow continued to buzz with adrenaline. He kept his eyes shut and let out a loud and deep groan, attempting to collect himself as his aching body continued to respond with twitches and jolts to strong phantom tickles. His face and neck were flushed, and the small beads of sweat dripped off his hair, betraying the exertion he had just endured.

After a few minutes, Kirishima chewed his lip and spoke quietly. “You okay, man?”

Kirishima didn't receive any verbal response. 

He stood up and circled the chair, leaning over take a look at Bakugo from the side. The blonde looked horrible. His face and neck were all sweaty and he completely collapsed into that chair as if he were boneless.

Kirishima had a gut wrenching, agonizing feeling that he had inadvertently pushed his friend too far. It didn't feel like it even mattered at this point whether Bakugo was being honest or using the safe word merely as a cop-out in order to avoid a full concession of defeat. One look at his friend, and Kirishima knew he should have stopped. 

But why didn't he just give up the damn code?

“Why did you use the safe word instead of giving up the code?”

Again, no verbal response.

“Bakugo, answer me.”

“Don't give me orders.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Bakugo!”

“I forgot the fucking code.” Bakugo admitted coldly, spitting the words out like acid. 

Kirishima blanched.

There was too much going on, his mind must have been in shambles.

Bakugo regarded his look of sympathy with a disgusted scoff. “I ended up remembering it so it doesn't fucking matter.”

Kirishima was speechless. Bakugo had reached his limit long before he stopped, and he kept going. Guilt pounded into his chest like a jackhammer. Of course he would use the safe word if he forgot. 

It was a fucking safe word.

If Bakugo had any trust in him, Kirishima felt it dissolve like cotton candy dipped in water.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shut up. I don't want to hear it.”

“But-”

“I said to shut it, damn it!”

Sighing and turning his head, Kirishima understood that if he tried to push, it would only make things worse. Instead, he looked at his phone.

two minutes remained on the clock.

“You lasted a long time.”

Bakugo coughed, still looking exhausted. “No I didn’t, you idiot.”

Kirishima let silence hang in the air as he started undoing the cuffs.

Once freed, Bakugo stood out of the chair and stretched. 

Then they exited the basement together in silence.

—

 The air between Kirishima and Bakugo was thick as the two of them walked back to the main sidewalk in complete silence. Bakugo looked down toward the ground, keeping his hands in his pockets, appearing to be deep in thought. Kirishima kept side eyeing him, the expression on the blonde’s face unreadable.

Kirishima remained silent for the remainder of walk and allowed the tension to build and linger in the air, letting Bakugo stew in his own thoughts and emotions.

Once they reached the dorms, Kirishima whirled on Bakugo before he could reach for the handle on the front door.

“Look man, I know you don’t wanna hear it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn't stop. I should’ve put two and two together and stopped the minute you said the safe word. It was dumb and a violation and-” Kirishima looked into his eyes, willing Bakugo to see his regret. “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima maintained his gaze, not breaking off for a second while waiting for Bakugo to make his decision. Bakugo's stare was filled with disdain and anger, as the flush on the blonde’s cheeks almost faded and his fists were clenched tightly in his pockets. They remained poised for a moment, before Bakugo gave a curt nod.

Kirishima sighed, the guilt he had been feeling still there, but less suffocating. He knew Bakugo was going to need time, but at least the blonde didn't completely hate him.

Kirishima turned and opened the door entering the building and holding it open for his friend.

The dorms were bustling with life and activity, as students settled in for the evening and gathered to partake in fun activities such as watching a movie and eating snacks. Kirishima sighed as Bakugo brushed past everyone and headed towards his room without a word, ignoring everyone who greeted him and offered an invite to stay. 

Midoriya turned to Kirishima a questioning look, but Kirishima could only shake his head in response.

Bakugo wasn't just mad at Kirishima.

He was mad because once again,

He’d lost.

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Bakugou has a loonnnnnnggggg day ahead of him hehehe >:]

Also now kirishima actually has a tangible excuse to not wear a shirt!! Huzzah!!

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[kiritkl]

Ticklish Massage

Lee!Midoriya | Ler!Kirishima Foot-focused tickling

Summary: Midoriya complains about his feet aching from training, so Kirishima decides to offer up some help. However, Kirishima's curiosity gets the best of him.

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“A what..?’ 

Midoriya raised a brow.

“A massage! You said your feet hurt, right?” Kirishima gleefully replied, a grin on his face.

The green-headed boy thought for a moment, then soon after agreed. After all, how could he pass it up? His soles ached like hell from training so hard - he needed a remedy, quick.

“Alrighty, give ‘em here!” Kirishima held his hands out, signaling to his friend that he was ready to go.

Midoriya thanked him before placing his ankles in his hands. The redhead nodded, “No worries! I’m always here to help, man!”

Kirishima began the massage by suddenly drilling his two thumbs into the top pads of Midoriya’s left foot. He moved his thumbs in circular movements, completely unaware of how it was affecting his friend.

Midoriya nearly bit his tongue trying to keep his laughter inside his mouth. His cheeks held bubbles inside of them, ready to pop and release all of his cute giggles at any moment.

Kirishima glanced over at Midoriya, to see him gripping onto the floor’s carpet and mending his lips shut. He sensed something was off, but continued with his massage.

The boy’s next destination was Midoriya’s arch. He again, used two thumbs to circularly massage into the rather smooth skin. This time, when he looked over at Midoriya, he spotted his fists banging on the floor, as his lips trembled.

“Somethin’ wrong, Midoriya..?” Kirishima worriedly asked, not putting two and two together. He kept massaging Midoriya’s arch, not a care in the world.

“Oh- N…noho-nothing…” Midoriya replied, letting a singular giggle slip. He hoped that Kirishima didn’t hear it, otherwise, he’d probably realize what was going on.

“Oh…ya sure?” Kirishima brushed a finger against Midoriya’s toes - hoping he could prove a past suspicion. 

Midoriya giggled, throwing his hands out to try and stop Kirishima’s finger from going anywhere else. However, Kirishima had already pulled the boy’s ankles into an armlock.

“Ohoho, I knew it! Our little friend is ticklish on his feet! How adorable!” Kirishima teased, fluttering a few fingers against both of Midoriya’s soles.

“No, I’m not!- Ah- stahahahap!” Midoriya chuckled, covering his face. He was afraid this would happen!

“Oh, c’mon…it’s alright to be ticklish,” Kirishima replied, scribbling a finger beneath Midoriya’s toes. He knew how ticklish his friend was from past experiences, so there was no point in trying to hide it.

“Wait!- NohOHOHoh! I cahan’t tahahAHAHEHEhehahake ihit!” Midoriya squealed, thrashing his legs around to no avail. Kirishima’s grip was too strong - he wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

If it weren’t for Kirishima’s love of cute laughter and giggles, this would’ve been done from the start. But how could he resist hearing Midoriya’s sweet laughter?! A simple answer - he couldn’t.

Kirishima raked five of his fingers up and down Midoriya’s feet, starting at the balls, swiftly moving up to the pads, and then making a stop at the toes to tease them. Then, moving back down the pads and so forth. 

Midoriya was done for. He was basically howling with laughter, trying to reach Kirishima’s back to punch him or something. P.S., it didn’t work. It only gave Kirishima more of a reason to tickle him.

“Y’know, a little birdie told me that your thighs were ticklish…” Kirishima hummed. He looked over at Midoriya, who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Whohoho tohold you thahat?!” 

“Why’re you still laughing? I’m not even ticklin’ you!” Kirishima chuckled. “Hm, maybe I should check your thighs just to make sure.”

Midoriya yelped when Kirishima pounced on his waist, straddling him. He sat facing Midoriya’s thighs so that he could have full access to the supposedly ticklish area. He quickly began to squeeze the tops of his knees, causing him to writhe around, desperate to escape this ticklish nightmare.

Kirishima then pinched the insides of Midoriya’s thighs. This drove Midoriya crazy, to the point where his face turned red and a singular tear went down his cheek.

Kirishima turned around to see this and giggled. “Too ticklish for your own good, huh?” He asked, getting off of the boy and helping him up on his feet.

Midoriya rubbed his soles on the carpet. He still felt like he was being tickled by Kirishima. 

The redhead gave Midoriya a pat on the back and offered him an actual foot massage if he was still hurting. The boy was smart and decided to do it himself. He knew Kirishima would pull something sneaky again.

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DAY 4 - Weak Spot

Lee!Bakugo

Ler!Kirishima

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‘Fuck.Off. Kirishima,’ Bakugo was seriously getting pissed at the situation. Kirishima was planted on top of his thighs, pinning him down to the ground as he stared at him with that stupid grin. ‘C’mon Bakugo just agree to come on this outing with us!’ It was trip out to watch movie with him and a few friends, but of course Bakugo had to make a huge fuss about it. ‘I DON’T want to hang out with you guys, so just leave me alone.’ ‘Bakugo stop being so stubborn, you know you’ll enjoy yourself so just come along.’ Bakugo turned his head away in refusal without giving him an answer. Eijirou sighed. ‘I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice.’ He said, shaking his head. 

Bakugo looked at him with confusion. ‘Do wh-‘ He was sharply cut off when he went straight for the area under his armpits but above his ribs. ‘SHIHIHIHIIT! KIRIHIHIHIHIHIMA STAHAHAHAHAP!’ 

‘Unless you’re going to agree to come with us I’m not.’ 

‘NOHOHOHOHOHO! I DOHOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHAHAHANT TO!’ He squirmed helplessly underneath the red head. ‘GEHEHEHEHET OFF!’ 

‘No-pe!’ Kirishima was clearly enjoying himself. Seeing his friend let loose and laugh was a rare but amazing sight. ‘I know you want to come but your stubbornness is in the way, so let’s change that shall we?’ He pressed in deeper into that spot. 

‘NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I CAHAHAHNT TAHAHAHAKE IT THEHEHEHEHRE! STAHAHAHAHP KIRIHIHIHIHISHIMA!’ He thrashed so much that Kirishima actually had to harden his legs to stay seated on his friend. ‘AHAHAHAHAH! OKAHAHAAHAHAHY OKAHAHAHAHHAAY STAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEEHEHASE!’ Bakugo caved in as tears formed in his eyes and he realised he couldn’t get out of the situation. ‘So you are going to come with us?’ Bakugo just nodded as he couldn’t form sentences past his loud laughter. Kirishima then stopped and got off his now panting friend and pat him on the chest. ‘You’ve got a serious weak spot Bakugo! You’d do anything if I tickle you there long enough!’ 

He chuckled with a toothy grin. 

‘Whatever let’s just go’ 

End

Hope this was good!🤍🫧

#mha tickles #my hero academia #lee!Bakugo #Ler!kirishima #Katsuki Bakugo #kirishima eijirou #tickletober 2023

[burningablaze]

Bakugou and Kirishima x Reader - Caring for the Dragon

A/N: This was a request from @wertzunge so I hope you like this 💖

Summary: After Kirishima was cursed and felt horrible that he almost hurt Bakugou and you, he needed to be reassured that both of you are fine. Lucky, you and Bakugou know just what to do

Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima, and Reader

Lees: Kirishima and Reader

Words: 1,260

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As Bakugou, Kirishima, and I sat on a field full of flowers just outside of the city, Edelin, everything was silent but the tension between us three wasn’t. Kirishima was still upset over what happened that night. It was still hard to see him lose control of himself even though he was cursed.

I tried to break the tension by making small talk. “Hey, have you guys ever seen these flowers before? They’re really pretty,” I said, pointing to the field around us. Bakugou just grunted in response, but Kirishima looked over and smiled slightly.

“Yeah, I think they're called Edelweiss. They’re supposed to symbolize courage and devotion,” Kirishima said, picking one of the flowers and twirling it between his fingers.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes, just taking in the peaceful scenery. It was a nice break from the chaos of our journey ahead. But eventually, Bakugou spoke up.

“Look, I know what happened the other night was messed up, but you can’t blame yourself for what happened. You were cursed, it wasn't your fault.”

Kirishima sighed. “I know but I just can’t help feeling like it is.” He wrapped his arms around his knees and brought them close to his chest.

Bakugou gave me a look then smirked. “Outsider, do you think we should change his mind?” He asked with a teasing voice. I also smirked. “I definitely think so.”

“Wait, what are you guys doing?” Kirishima asked nervously. “He’s strong as hell so I’ll hold him down while you tickle him.” I nodded. “Right.”

“Wait, no no no! Don’t tickle me!” Kirishima curled in a ball with a slight smile. “C’mere you overgrown lizard!” Bakugou pounced and wrestled Kirishima, trying to get his arms. “Wait, Bahahahakugou!” “Ha, your already laughing before we started tickling you!” Bakugou said.

Bakugou resisted Kirishima’s wrists above his head with all his strength and I straddled his thighs. Kirishima shook his head side to side. “Bakugou, Traveler, please don’t!” Kirishima laughed in between. “Sorry, Kiri but you gave us no choice,” I started to gently tickle his sides.

Kirishima squirmed underneath me but he wasn’t going anywhere. “Ehehehehehehehehe! Bahahahakugohohohou! Trahahahavler! Plehehehease I’m reheheheally ticklish!”

“Heh, we know, shitty scales,” Bakugou used one hand to keep Kirishima’s hands pinned while he used the other to dig his fingers into his ribs.

Kirishima arched his back and threw his head back. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!”

“Outsider, tickle his belly! I want to hear him really laughing!” Bakugou said as he kept his ruthless tickling on Kirishima’s poor ribs. I dug my fingertips in the middle of Kirishima’s belly and he was roaring with laughter. His tail thumped on the grass and his wings flapped behind his back.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Kirishima’s laughter echoed through the clearing as Bakugou and I continued our relentless tickling assault. It was a rare sight to witness the usually stoic and tough Kirishima reduced to fits of uncontrollable laughter. His vibrant red scales glistened in the sunlight, reflecting his sheer joy.

Bakugou, always the mischievous one, couldn’t resist pushing Kirishima's ticklish limits further. “Come on, outsider, tickle harder! Let’s see if we can make him cry from laughter!” He exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I obliged, increasing the intensity of my tickling, causing Kirishima's laughter to reach a whole new level.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! BAKUGOU, STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!” Kirishima pleaded between fits of laughter. His pleas only fueled our determination, and we continued to tickle him mercilessly. His laughter filled the air, mingling with the sounds of nature around us.

As Kirishima’s laughter intensified, so did the movements of his tail and wings. His tail wagged back and forth like an excited puppy, while his wings fluttered with a newfound energy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughter, Kirishima’s body began to relax. His breaths came in gasps as he tried to regain his composure. A wide, satisfied smile adorned his face, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

“Bakugou,” He managed to say between breaths, “You... you really got me that time. My abs... they’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

Bakugou chuckled, a rare glimpse of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Good. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you feel crappy.”

Kirishima softly smiled. “Yeah, thanks anyways. I needed a good laugh.”

Bakugou smiled as well and ruffled his hair. “Whatever, you idiot.” He muttered, his voice carrying a hint of fondness.

Kirishima chuckled and playfully pushed his hand away. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt if someone else gets the same treatment,” He said mischievously.

I glanced at Kirishima and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Huh?” I questioned, not sure where this was going.

Bakugou’s gaze shifted towards me as well, a devious smirk forming on his lips. “You don’t say,” He remarked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

My eyes widened in realization, and I slowly started inching away from them. “Wait, wait, guys! Nohohoho!” I pleaded, my voice filled with both anticipation and dread.

But it was too late. Kirishima and Bakugou swiftly moved towards me, tackling me to the ground and pinning me down. Kirishima held my arms firmly above my head, while Bakugou wasted no time in digging his fingertips into my sensitive armpits.

I squirmed and burst into laughter as Kirishima and Bakugou mercilessly tickled me. My pleas for mercy only seemed to fuel their determination. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to catch my breath between fits of laughter.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Bakugohohohohou! Stohohohohop!” I pleaded, my voice barely audible amidst the uncontrollable laughter.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Too ticklish?” Bakugou teased as he started to poke down my ribs and to my sides. “Ahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehehease!”

“Are your sides more ticklish, huh?”

I arched my back and tossed my head side to side.

As I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath, Kirishima’s tail slithered its way under my shirt. The sensation of the scaly tip against my belly sent shivers down my spine, adding another layer of ticklish torment.

“Ahahaha! Kirishima, no fair! Ehehehehehehe!” I managed to protest between giggles. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as he and Bakugou intensified their tickling, now targeting my most vulnerable areas.

Kirishima smiled as he kept tickling me with his tail. “You look so cute right now, all giggly and so happy like this.”

I couldn't help but blush at Kirishima’s comment, even though I was too busy squirming and laughing to respond. The combination of his warm smile and the relentless tickling from both him and Bakugou was overwhelming, but in the most exhilarating way.

“Okay, okay! I gihihhihihive up! Let mehehehehehe breheheheathe!”

“Oh you can’t take it anymore? You ready to tap out?” Bakugou teased as he squeezed my sides rapidly.

“Yehehehehes! Plehehehehease stohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Bakugou finally stopped tickling me and Kirishima slid his tail out of my shirt and rested on the grass.

I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath as I lay on the grass, my sides still tingling from the intense tickling. Kirishima and Bakugou sat beside me, their laughter echoing through the air.

“Damn, you're really ticklish, huh?” Bakugou said with a smirk. I blushed slightly. “Shut up!”

Bakugou chuckled and stood up on his feet. “Alright, let’s go you two. We’ve spent enough time here. We need to get going.”

He grabbed his bag and started walking away without us. I sighed loudly. “We’ve almost been tickled to death and we have to start walking again?”

Kirishima laughed loudly and got to his feet as well.

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha eijiro kirishima #mha kirishima #ler!kirishima #lee!kirishima #ticklish!kirishima #mha katsuki bakugou #mha bakugou #ler!bakugou #lee!reader #ler!reader #ticklish!reader

[kusuguricafe]

Happy Year of the Rabbit 🐰

A/N: wrote this on a whim after seeing the new hori sketch. there was so much potential I couldn't not write a quick drabble

Summary:

this. just this.

Characters: switches Midoriya and Bakugou, ler!Kirishima

“Damn Deku, what’re you doi—PFFFT!”

“Kacchan!! We’re doing a photoshoot for New Year’s!”

“And you’re wearing that?”

“Of course! Me and the others, and Mirko! So, how do I look?”

“Ridiculous.”

“Not even a little cute?”

“Tch.”

“Aw, Kacchan, don’t be like that!”

“How did you even, fit, in that?”

“With difficulty, heh…”

Bakugou gave him the once-over. Were his thighs always so, so… Well, for lack of a better phrase, fucking hot?

“You sure you can handle taking a picture in that?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“But, your thighs are so…”

Deku cocked his head. “So…?”

“So damn exposed! What would you do if someone were to just come up to you and—” without thinking, Bakugou reached out and gently squeezed Deku’s thigh, eliciting a squeak from the smaller boy.

“K-Kacchan!”

Completely flustered, Bakugou decided to turn the tables as fast as possible the best way he knew how.

“Eh!? whACCHAN! Matte, MATTE!!”

Bakugou pounced. Deku fell to the floor.

“AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Damn nerd, you’re practically asking for it.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!”

Bakugou was expertly kneading Deku’s bare thighs, digging his thumbs into all the spots he knew drove the boy wild.

“AAHAHAAAHAHA P-PLEHEHEASE KACCHAN!!”

“Oh? And what’s this? Looks like your hips are exposed too. You really didn’t think this though, did you?”

Deku flushed bright pink. “NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle, damn nerd.”

“Oi! Be nice, Bakugou!”

“Kirishi—HAAH??”

Bakugou froze. No way. No way this was real.

Kirishima smirked. “What do you think of my outfit?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bakugou was still frozen with Deku panting beneath him. Then, the feeling of Deku grabbing his wrist snapped him out of it, and, not knowing how to handle this situation at all, he continued his ruthless attack on Deku’s poor defenseless thighs and hips.

“WHAHAHAHAHA! K-KIRISHIMA KUHUHUUN! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEE!!”

Kirishima smiled. “Coming!” He leapt into action, running up from behind Bakugou and digging his fingers into his underarms.

“WHAAAHAHA KIRISHIMAAAAA!!” Bakugou fell back into Kirishima’s lap and burst into laughter, now in between the two bunny boys’ legs.

“Th-thahanks, Kirishima,” Deku sighed in relief.

“Now’s your turn to help me out!” Kiri encouraged.

Bakugou was doing his best to twist around in Kirishima’s grip, but he was unrelenting.

Deku sat up so that his previous position was reversed. Now straddling Bakugou, he gently wiggled his fingers into his ribs.

“NAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA STAHAHAHAHAP! BOHOHOHOTH OF YOHOHOU!”

It was a good thing Bakugou had his eyes closed right now, because he’s pretty sure he'd die if he had to watch while these two bunny boys tickle him to pieces.

This went on for a few more minutes until Bakugou tapped out. He lasted an unusually short amount of time, most likely due to his already incredibly pre-flustered state. When he finally opened his eyes, he quickly realized he was laying between two pairs of beautifully toned bare thighs, and immediately covered his blushing face in embarrassment.

“You guys are the wooorst,” Bakugou whined.

Kirishima and Midoriya laughed.

“You started it!” Midoriya said.

“I didn’t start shit,” Bakugou mumbled from behind his hands. “Now would you two get offa me!??”

“Oops, sorry, man.”

“Sorry, Kacchan.”

#happy new year everyone!! #do you guys want a continuation of this?? #because I'd be happy to write more #I just had to get this out of my system #tickling #tickle fic #tickle drabble #deku #bunny deku #izuku midoriya #bunny midoriya #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #lee!midoriya #ler!midoriya #lee!deku #ler!deku #lee!bakugou #ler!bakugou #ler!kirishima #bakudeku #kiribaku #kiribakudeku #mirko cosplay #year of the rabbit #bnha #princess scrawlings

[featherstreams]

Twice the Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Notes: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this and for the kind words!! This sounds adorable, and I'm so glad you liked my first one! I hope you like it!💚 Todoroki is a sweetheart and deserves to smile more. (Also, sorry for the long build-up to the tickling part and the lame ending) (Second Note from rewrite: I rewrote half this fic from memory before the lovely anon who requested this reached out to me with the fic saved! I decided to leave in a lot of the changes to hopefully improve my writing a bit! Thank you so much to that anon and I hope you all enjoy!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler(s): Kirishima, Kaminari, and Midoriya

Word Count: 1,534

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a successful prank on Bakugou using the T-pose trick they found online, Kirishima and Kaminari decide to move on to another victim during a boring lull during class. Chaos commences.

~ Part One ~

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“Ughh, I’m so boredddd…”

"Shut up, Dunce face." Bakugou snapped from his place at his desk where he was fiddling with his pen.

“But Kachaan~!”

“Call me that again and die.”

Kirishima chuckled from is own place at his desk. Bakugou had been giving both he and Kaminari the cold shoulder ever since their prank a few days ago, aside from little quips and banter like this. He was surprised their explosive classmate hadn't enacted his revenge on them yet, but he wasn't complaining. Being on the receiving end of Bakugou's revenge, especially when it came to tickling, was... He shuddered at the thought.

Redirecting himself back to the present, Kirishima stood from his seat and walked over to Kaminari's desk, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Why don't you play a game on your phone or something?" He suggested.

“Aizawa-sensei took my phone away,” Kaminari whined, dropping his head on his desk dramatically. “I won’t get it back until the end of the day.”

“You can use mine if you want,” he offered, rummaging through his back pocket.

“No, you don’t have the games I like. And I won’t have any of my saved progress, anyways,” Came the muffled reply from the blond, who didn’t bother to lift his head from his desk.

“Stop complaining so much if you’re just going to turn down everything you’re given to help.” Jirou called from where she was sitting on Mina’s desk her phone in her hand as she softly played some sort of tune for the alien girl.

“Speaking of sensei,” Midoriya piped up from his own seat, interrupting Kaminari’s defensive response, “I wonder what’s holding him up.”

It was Tuesday, and the entire class was in their usual classroom for the day. They were supposed to be working on some sort of training assignment, but indeed, their sensei, Mr. Aizawa, had been called away around ten minutes prior by another teacher for help with… well, none of them were quite sure what. He’d told them to sit tight and not cause trouble before leaving to deal with whatever the situation was. It hadn’t taken long for the majority the class to melt away from their assigned seats and group up in their usual cliches. The responsible ones of the class- the usual suspects, Iida, Momo, Bakugou- had taken this free time of sorts to work on their homework, but many of the others- Like Kaminari- were growing bored and restless.

"Oh, oh! I know!!" Kaminari exclaimed suddenly, lifting his head from his desk to grin at Kirishima in excitement. He lowered his voice then, glancing around as he spoke. "The prank! We should do the prank!"

Kirishima grinned, crossing his arms. "Hell yeah, man. I'm sure that'll be great entertainment. But who should we do it to?" He asked, now joining the blond in scanning their classmates for possible victims. "Sero and Mina likely know about the video already... Actually, I think we should avoid the girls in general. That wouldn't be manly to trick them into being helpless without their permission."

Kaminari rolled his eyes. "Always the gentleman."

"Midoriya would figure it out too fast.” Kirishima continued, ignoring the quip. “Iida would never let us..."

"Todoroki!" Kaminari exclaimed, already standing up. It was the perfect choice, after all; what did the half and half hero know about social media? Nothing, as far as they knew. Content with their decision, the two boys approached their target, who had been engaged into small conversation with Midoriya while Kirishima and Kaminari had been talking.

"Hey, Todoroki! Wanna try out this test we heard about?" Kirishima asked with a smile as they stopped before the pair. Todoroki, who’d been mid conversation, stopped and turned to look at them, curious.

"Test?" He echoed, tilting his head.

"It's a strength test!" Kaminari said cheerfully. "Bakugou even tried it the other day!"

A glance at the hero in question showed that the blond was now looking at them, stunned and furious. Don't rat us out, please... But Bakugou only let out an indignant sniff and said nothing, returning to his classwork.

"Oh... Sure. Okay." Todoroki said evenly, standing up from his seat on Midoriya’s desktop. "How do I take this test?"

"Oh! Let's see..." Kirishima searched for something they could use, scanning the room. Nothing, nothing… Shoot, maybe they’d been to hasty with this. But then Bakugou suddenly caught his attention when he moved, pointing to an area in the far corner of the room. Following his finger lead him to a bō sitting out beside the supply closet. Of course! From their karate-type lesson with Mr. Aizawa last week. That would be perfect!

Kirishima rushed over and picked it up, flashing a shark-toothed smile at Bakugou for the help- receiving only another indignant huff of dismissal- before returning to his friend and their new victim. Kaminari was in the midst of explaining what Todoroki was going to be doing as Kirishima stopped in front of them, staff held securely in both hands.

"Got a staff!" Kirishima said with a grin. "Go ahead and lift your arms up to the side- Yes, just like that!"

Todoroki did as instructed, standing like a statue with both arms perpendicular to his body while he watched Kirishima thread the bō, or staff, through the sleeves of his uniform jacket until it could be seen peeking out the other side.

"There! How does it feel?" Kaminari asked with a smirk. Todoroki calmly tested the staff, lightly pulling on his arms, which barely bugged.

"Secure," He replied after a moment. Half the class was watching now, curious and interested. Was Mina recording on her phone? Oh, she definitely knew what was going on.

"Great! Now, try to get it out! You can't use your quirk," Kirishima added when flames licked at Todoroki's left fingers. The peppermint boy obeyed, fire extinguishing as quickly as it’d appeared, tugging on his arms and shifting his feet. His brows knit together as he focused on the task, but remained unsuccessful aside from getting his elbows in a few inches.

"I can't get out," he said finally, blinking at the now-smirking two boys that had put him here. "Does that mean I failed?"

"Not exactly," Kaminari said, cracking his fingers. "You see, the strength test wasn't about your arms, exactly. It was about how long you can last."

"How long I can last? Last wha-AHAT! H-Hehey!" Todoroki's question was cut short when Kirishima jumped forward and squeezed his sides. The half and half hero pinched his lips together, jerking a few steps backwards only to run into Midoriya and his desk.

"Clever, you two," Midoriya commented, giggling as he looked up at his tense friend.

"Thank you!" The boys chorused together, both poking their way around Todoroki's sides and tummy.

"Come on, Todobro~! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Kirishima cooed. Giggles spilled through Todoroki's pinched lips, his cheeks pinkening from the teasing. "Awww, listen to those giggles! Who knew stoic Todoroki had it in him?"

"How adorable," Kaminari agreed with a smile, pinching his way up Todoroki's right ribs, earning a soft squeak. He had no hope of containing his reactions when caught so by surprise on top of having two ticklers. He was squirming now, trying to twist side to side as his arms remain stubbornly up and useless due to the staff in his sleeves.

He was squirming enough that it was growing exceedingly difficult for both Kaminari and Kirishima to tickle him, struggling to stay out of each other's way while also maintaining contact with Todoroki's wiggling torso. This became tricky enough that the redhead finally paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he evaluated the situation.

Then there were arms snaking around Todoroki's hips from behind, causing a surprised sound to erupt from the peppermint hero. They belonged to Midoriya, who pulled Todoroki towards him, keeping him secured against the desk and himself so he couldn't struggle away anymore. His own thumbs could be seen gently digging into the divotes of Todoroki's hips, and a snort erupted from the boy as he doubled over.

"Have at him, guys. His armpits are the worst for his upperbody," Midoriya supplied helpfully, a smile evident in his voice as he held Todoroki in place for the other two boys to play with to their hearts’ content..

"Mihidoriyahaha!!" Todoroki protested through his hysterical giggling.

"Todoroki-kun!" Midoriya echoed back teasingly.

Kirishima, not wanting to overwhelm the stoic half and half hero with six tickly hands, decided to stand back and watch this time, as most of the rest of the class was doing by this point. Most of the girls could be heard cooing, with Mina recording the entire thing on her phone, and even Bakugou was watching, smirking at Todoroki’s situation in a way that only someone who’d been in that position could.

Kaminari drilled back in on Todoroki's ribs, needing no other encouragement to continue. The victim let out a shout of laughter before delving into hysterics at the combo tickling he was being subjected to.

"Guhahahaha-guys! HAHAHhahahaa Ohohokay! Hahahahaha! Plehehease!! K-Kaminari, Midorihihi- Aaahahaha!! NONONO!" The uncharacteristic squeal shot from Todoroki's mouth when Kaminari scribbled his devious fingers under Todoroki's arms. The struggling attempts to get away doubled as Todoroki's adorable shrieking laughter filled the classroom. It was so... High pitched, and adorable, and just so genuine from such a soft spoken, neutral guy. Kirishima nearly awwed. He was not alone, though others seemed to have failed in holding the sound in.

The poor peppermint boy's legs were trembling, and it didn't take long before they gave out on him, and his weight was fully leaning into Midoriya.

"P-PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHAHAHA NO PLEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! I- EEK- I CAHAHANT!!" Todoroki cried out between his sweet laughter. This carried on for another unspecified amount of minutes, Todoroki’s desperation being dutifully ignored in favor of listening to his adorable laughter, before a voice cut through the noise, causing everyone to freeze.

"I leave to deal with a quirk emergency for fifteen minutes, and I come back to this?" Aizawa drawled from where he was standing, arms crossed, in the front of the room, eyes trained on the frozen scene. "I could hear you from three classrooms away."

Todoroki, who sat blushing and panting in what was practically Midoriya's lap by this point, turned red enough that his scar nearly disappeared. "S-Sorry, sensei." He mumbled as an almost equally embarrassed Midoriya quickly lifted his hands from Todoroki’s body in surrender, unable to stand due to being pinned down by the victim of their antics,

"Kaminari, Midoriya, detention." Mr. Aizawa merely said. The loud protests of "What?!" and "It was Kirishima's idea!" ("Hey bro, not cool!") that followed from the electric blond went ignored as Kirishima helped Midoriya remove the staff from poor Todoroki's sleeves.

As the three boys fussed over a tickled-out Todoroki, in which Iida and Uraraka joined in, no one noticed the smile or the chuckle that rasped out of Aizawa as the man closed the classroom door and set up to continue their lesson for the day.

#lee!todoroki #ler!deku #ler!midoriya #ler!kaminari #ler!kirishima #my scribbles💚 #bnha tickles #mha tickles #tickle content #tickle fic #tword community #mha tickle #bnha tickle #t word community #sfw tickle community #tickle tickle #ticklish!todoroki #my posts📫

[gaybananabread]

Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?

Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas

Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Denki

Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima

Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.

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

Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast… 

A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…

-

The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.

Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually. 

Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…

“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.

-

Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.

Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.

“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…” 

Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?

The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!” 

Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.

“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”

Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.

Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.

“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.

He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.

The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.

“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.

Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.

“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”

Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”

Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.

Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.

Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”

Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”

Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”

While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.

Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.

“Next time, Kami? Watch what’cha steal around Bakubro~”

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🥳🎊🎉 SORPRESA!!! SURPRISE!!! 🎉🎊🥳

Little gift for @italeean to celebrate her 100 followers!!! Sketch based on one of her fanfic: One way or another

Hope you’ll like it Elle, keep it up with all your fics and take care😉 Ciao!!!

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I'm not only in the KNY / Demon Slayer fandom...

Wii! (Someone save Kirishima pls)

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Ooo requests👀👀👀👀 maybe something with lee bakugo and ler kirishima?? I love these two to bits

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lee baku is easily a favorite of mine jdfksh

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