#mha tickle fanfiction

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - New Spot

Summary: When Hawks discovers that you have ticklish underarms

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 431

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Hawks had announced to you that he had been taken leave for only a few days from hero work. You want to spend every moment with him while you can and what better way to spend time than to watch a movie on the couch.

As you and Hawks were watching a movie, his chest was pressed up against your back and his arm wrapped around you. You haven’t noticed that his fingers were softly tickling your forearm. It was feeling a little ticklish but nice at the same time that it was enough to make you smile and twitch.

Hawks leaned over to see your expression. “You smiling? Why are you smiling?” He said with a teasing tone and tickled your arm more. “Pfft! Ehehehehehehehehehe Hahahahahawks!” You squealed and tried to pull your arm to your chest but Hawks grabbed your wrist to keep your arm still.

“Aww, my baby bird is ticklish~” He said in a singing voice as his fingers went further up your arm until he reached your underarm. You let out a squeak and laughed louder. “NO PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!”

Hawks stopped for a second. “Well, you never told about this spot. Have you been hiding it from me? Yeah?”

He suddenly lifted your arm and dug his fingers in your armpit. You thrashed and kicked your legs as you screamed out beautiful strings of laughter.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hawks thought up a way to keep you close was to wrap his legs around yours and made sure to hold you tightly as he kept tickling your armpit.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAWKS PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

You wiggled around as much as you could to hopefully escape from Hawks’ trap but your strength was weakened by his tickles. He leaned closely to your ear and whispered, “Is it too ticklish, little bird?~”

His warm breath and the soft blowing from his mouth tickled your ear. You couldn’t help but burst into more fits of laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAWKS! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHORE!”

Hawks chuckled mischievously, thoroughly enjoying your reaction. He finally relented and ceased his tickling assault. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you a break.” You took deep breaths, trying to catch your breath while a wide smile spread across your face. “That was... that was so much,”

Hawks grinned, satisfied with the outcome of his playful torment. “Well, you have to admit, it was kind of fun seeing you squirm like that,” He replied then pressed his face against your neck with a playful growl. You squeaked and scrunched your shoulders. You realized your going to be there for a while.

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha requested fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #mha hawks #mha takami #mha keigo takami #hawks x reader #ler!hawks

[intheticklecloset]

Haiiii 😆 I’m a huge fan of your MHA Fixs! In honor of them, can we do 🍿 🍉 with Lee Bakugou & Ler whoever you want? I hope you have fun with this and I hope you have a good day/night 💕

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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“DEHEHEHEHEHEKU YOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Bakugou roared with laughter, struggling and kicking to no avail as his friend hovered over him, fingers deep in his upper ribs. “THE MOHOHOHOHOHOVIE ISN’T OHOHOHOHOHOVER!!”

Deku giggled. “You weren’t even watching it anyway!”

“LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHELL I WASN’T!!”

A particular dig into one of the blonde’s weak spots made him kick out in retaliation, catching the bowl of popcorn the greenette had placed – safely, he thought – on top of the coffee table and sending the kernels flying everywhere, showering down on them like rain.

They had, until moments before, been watching a popular anime-turned-live action movie together to unwind a little and start learning how to be proper friends again, but not even halfway through Bakugou had started to nod off, so Deku poked him playfully to keep him alert, and well…

“AHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” the blonde screamed, clamping his arms to his sides far too late to actually protect himself. His head was thrown back and a giant smile on his face as he cackled.

Deku giggled along with him, continuing to press and knead into that sweet spot between his ribs and armpits, enjoying himself very much despite the change in activity. Usually he was on the receiving end of this kind of treatment from Bakugou; it always felt nice to turn the tables on him when he could.

“GEHEHEHEHEHET OFF OF ME YOU SOHOHOHOHOHON OF A—!!”

“Language~” Deku warned teasingly, daring to lift his friend’s shirt enough to expose his tummy and blow a quick raspberry against the skin.

Bakugou went rigid, laughing so hard he went silent, wheezing out what giggles he could before taking a deep breath and rolling over to look up at the smaller boy, mirthful tears in his eyes. “Plehehehehease,” he begged, holding up a hand in surrender. “No mohohohohohore, Izuku!”

Deku grinned but did as he was asked and sat back, letting his friend sit up and catch his breath.

After a moment of regaining his bearings, Bakugou glanced around and muttered, “The fuck happened to the popcorn?”

“You kicked the bowl.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Deku shrugged, still smiling. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish, Kacchan.”

Bakugou had him pinned to the ground and begging for mercy through his own hysterical laughter in three seconds flat.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #lemonade event #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #kacchan #deku #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle #decided to go with deku for the ler bc it's been a while since i wrote for them <3 #thank you for your kind words!

[sadie-tucker]

The Guy at the Bar

ex!Katsuki Bakugou and ex!Y/N

Hey bestiesss this wonderful amazing soul @onetoomanyfandomfixations wrote a fanfic that I decided to write an SFW version! Sorry this fic took so long omg😭 lowkey copied but it doesn’t last long The NSFW version is over on their blog! (idk their pronouns so I just put they/them)

Warning: cursing and creepy guy

Six full months. Six fucking months since I left him.

I was one drink down for every month.

So I didn’t need to feel so sick when I felt someone’s arms around my waist.

“Hey there, pretty.” everything around him smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.

“No thanks.” you politely decline as you sip your drink. “Why not, sweet cheeks?” the man persisted.

“Don’t call me that.” that was what Katsuki used to call you when you two were dating. “Feisty one, aren’tcha?”

You politely and gently push him off of you and walk back to the bar.

“Hey, bartender.”

“What can I get ya?”

“You know the.. the yummy cocktail with.. y’know the fireball and stuff- and it-”

“It tastes like autumn?” the bartender said with a knowing smirk as he shook the cocktail shaker.

“Yeah, yeah!” As I nod, I feel my head slosh.

Ugh.. am I this drunk?

Arms snake around your waist yet again.

“Hey, beautiful.” his breath felt hot and uncomfortable.

“I- I’ll actually go back to dancing..” I wander over to the dance floor.

As you whisk around, trying to move around people, someone bumps into you, sloshing your drink around, and some getting on the poor guy.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you quickly said and tried to get the drink off of his sleeve.

“Hey watch where you’re walking-” a voice. a voice so familiar it hurts. A voice that you didn’t want to hear in a time like this but at the same time you were longing for it.

“y/n?”

You look away painfully because if you know you do, you’ll fall back into love.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered as he touched your chin gently and moved your face over to face his.

“it really is you.” he says with eyes wide.

rubies.

his eyes were rubies.

not the blood of his enemies that the Bakusquad joked about.

rubies.

beautiful rubies.

you pull away with a pained expression on your face and he’s left there.. with the same.

you couldn’t let him pull you back in.

“did’ya spill your drink, beautiful? ‘s okay~ I’ll buy ya another one. whaddya want? this is whatcha get for being a beauty.” you feel an arm drape over you, the pungent stale cigarette and beer smell never left the creep like cologne or some sort of.. aura around him.

“I already said get off’a me.” you were tired of it and you wanted to leave.

“Aww, but sweet cheeks..” his grip tightened.

Once I felt his grip, my stomach churned.

“um- I’m gonna go home, actually.” you pull away.

“hm~ okay, lead the way, princess.” his arm snakes around your waist

“get off’a her, loser.” you hear a familiar voice say. the same voice that you wanted to hear so bad but at the same time, you hated it.

“nah, you’re jus’ jealous I’m getting som’a this tonight.” the creep replied with a smirk. I feel a wet sensation trailing up my neck that made me cringe.

the blonde pulled him up by the collar as you worked on getting the saliva off of your neck.

“I swear to everyone in this bar, if you touch her one more time, I’ll throw you onto traffic.”

“Katsuki!” you reprimand him like you used to. The blonde grunts and tosses him onto a chair.

A familiar arm drape over your shoulder

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll drive you home. Make sure no more creeps gon’a try’n attack you..” muttered Bakugou

“Katsuki, you really don’t-”

“Nope.” he insisted.

You walks home with him.

As soon as you left the bar, you felt the chilly autumn breeze that still somehow continued through the late hours of the night.

Katsuki held you closer to warm you and himself even though he’ll never admit it.

Once you reach the steps to your house, like clockwork, Katsuki lifts the plant pot and takes the spare key to open the door.

You walk in, kick off your shoes and finally, you walk over to the second warmest thing in your house, your bed.

You plunge into your bed’s soft covers and pull the blanket over you, ready to sleep.

You hear footsteps and a door opening.

You look up, and Katsuki brought you a glass of water and a granola bar.

“You gotta eat before you sleep.” he hands the food and water to me.

“Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I said with a cold voice.

“I fucked up..” Katsuki says

“What did’ya do this time..”

“I hurt someone because I was afraid they would leave me, but we both just ended up getting hurt.”

My breath hitches.

Tears are teasing my eyes, waiting to fall.

Bakugou Katsuki never cries.

Or at least that’s what I thought.

Until I saw little diamonds trickling from rubies.

“I’m so fucking sorry, y/n..” his voice gets caught up in his throat

“It’s okay, Katsuki.. everything will be fine.” you reassured him like you always did.

“I’ve missed you, Kats..” your own diamonds fell from amber eyes.

“Missed you too, teddy bear.” he pulls you into a hug.

Gentle, but strong.

“Y’know what I’ve missed most ‘bout ya?” Katsuki suddenly had a smirk on his face.

“What did you miss most?” you look up at him.

He rolls over and pins you to the bed.

“Your laugh.”

“No, Kats, don’t-”

Your protest gets cut off by fits of laughter bubbling out of you as Bakugou tickles you to no end.

“See? That’s what I fucking missed most.”

bonus:

after the tickling ended…

“Y’know another thing I missed?”

“What?”

“Your pussy.”

“Katsuki!! There’s people here! They just read what happened!” (pointing to reader)

“Oh shit.”

#tickle #lee!y/n #ler!Bakugou Katsuki #ler!Bakugou x lee!reader #ler!Bakugou x lee!y/n #lee!reader #mha fanfic #mha tickle fluff #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha fluff #mha #mha tickling #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #bnha

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

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You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #reader insert #prohero dynamight #prohero deku #holiday houseboat au #squeeeeee #I’m so freaking proud about this one!!!!!! #Like I hate tickle fights but just this once I want that to happen to me if it’s them <3 #Anybody else ticklish on the back of their knees? That one makes me buckle and fall to the floor giggling and wheezing #and the raspberries in the crook of you neck is like so much #I thought it was mega big brained of me to pick that for katsuki #but I felt like izu gently grabbing your ankle and grinning while down on one knee was just SO good! #And the wombo combo of these boys tickling is just *chefs kiss* personality wise for me

[tckleparty]

Ticklish Training

lee!midoriya / ler!kirishima

Summary : Midoriya agrees to some muscle training exercises, which would be handled by Kirishima. Little does he realize, his friend has something else in store.

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Midoriya was a fool. An oblivious fool to the sneaky tricks that Kirishima had up his sleeves at all times - one of them being the current situation.

"Is the straddling necessary..?" He questioned, a sliver of anxiety in his tone. Kirishima had sat on his thighs, facing his feet. And with just Kirishima's weight alone, the freckled boy would have a rather difficult time to escape the position he was in.

"Yes, yes, Deku. I told ya this already! It's part of the process. Don't you want your muscles to grow stronger?" Kirishima assured his friend that no shenanigans of any sort were going to occur - obviously a lie.. But, Midoriya hadn't quite realized it yet.

After all, Kirishima was a very persuasive and convincing person. He'd mentioned a quick muscle training routine, and Midoriya was immediately on board.

"Sure, I suppose.. can we start now?" He impatiently replied.

Kirishima nodded, and his mouth grew a slight smirk.

"Yep, we can start now~"

The red-head gave Midoriya no time to adjust to what was happening. He leaned over and fluttered his five fingers across one of his socked soles, going up and down - ball to toes.

"BahaHA!- StohOPAH ITAHUHA!" He yelped, shocked by the sensitive sensations on his foot. Midoriya reached out his arms, trying to stop Kirishima, but he somehow couldn't manage to reach him.

"See? The.. er- shock! That makes your muscles tense up and become stronger." He knowingly lied. He just wanted an excuse to justify his actions..

"Wehell ihis itah- ohoVER WIHITH?!" Midoriya shouted. Did he still think it was actually training..? Who knows.

Kirishima stopped the tickling for a moment, so he could grab Midoriya's set of toes. He stretched them back, gently of course, and began to trace little swirls into the sensitive skin. Left to right, he made invisible loop-di-loops, which caused his friend to howl with laughter.

"Hohoha- NohaHAHEHE, YOUHO AHASSHOHOLE STOHOP TIHICKALING MEHEHE!" Midoriya pleaded, softly banging the back of his head on his bed. The mattress was soft, so it didn't hurt his head. That was the least of his worries however - maybe if the mattress was hard, he could take away the focus from the ticklishness of his feet and covert it to something different.

The merciless ler turned his head around, to see the giggly mess he had created. He loved seeing Midoriya laugh for some reason. His chuckles and giggles were often soft, sweet, and pretty cute. He'd take any opportunity he would get to hear it and run with it.

"Alright.. almost done! Just oneee more thing~" He teased.

Kirishima let the other boy's toes go, and pinched the fabric in between his big toe and the one beside it. Pulling it up, while using his other hand to guide the fabric by his ankles downward, Midoriya's left foot was now bare. "You think it was bad with socks on? Let's try this!"

Midoriya's body jolted when he felt ten fingernails glide up and down his bare foot's arch. Five fingers teased the ball of his foot, while the other five took turns wiggling themselves underneath his soft toes.

"KIHIRI-STOP RIHIGHT NOWAHA! Ihi cahant tahake itaha!" Midoriya admitted, as if it wasn't obvious. He scrunched up his foot to try and weaken the tickles, but it didn't seem to work.

Thank god that it didn't have to - Kirishima had stopped scratching at his sole.

"Ah- sorry if that got a little out of hand! Just wanted to make sure you got the most out of this training session." Kirishima chuckled.

All Midoriya could do was lie there on his bed, still a ball of giggles, even after the tickling. It was like he still felt fingers on his feet, when nothing was there - thanks to Kirishima.

"Ihim gonna gehet you back.. alrihight?" Midoriya threatened. It wasn't much of a threat, however. His face was a tomato colored red, and his giggles were as cute as could be. It was more of a.. joke?

Kirishima raised an eyebrow and hopped off his friend's thighs. Crawling beside his upperbody, he intimidatingly asked,

"Do you need a round two? Because I have plenty of other spots to help you train at, you ticklish cutie."

#lee!midoriya #lee!deku #ler!kirishima #ler!eijirou #mha #mha tickles #mha tickling #tickling fanfiction #first post #feet tickles

[marvel-m-lee]

hey! if ur still writing for mha, do u mind doing lee Baku ler Kami? maybe Kamis trying to get him to admit there friends or smthing

Admit we're Besties

Words: 2086

Fandom: MHA (Kaminari & Bakugou)

Summary: Bakusquad is watching a movie, and Kaminari asks if he and Bakugou are friends. Annoyed Bakugou wants to watch the movie yet he end up... we'll you'll see.

A/n: is it 3am? Has this been in my asks for too long? Do just absolutely love it? Yes. Yes.

Bakugou was sat on the couch as per usual, watching something on TV while eating a snack as he took up almost an entire couch somehow-

On the opposite couch sat a Kirishima, and Sero, while Ashido sat upside down and Kaminari was sat on the floor.

All of them were sat watching a movie on the TV, they had been for at least half the movie now. Bakugou had a blanket over him, Kaminari had a (massive may I say) Pikachu plush which he was leaning on, Mina was- upside down? That was her entertainment. Whilst Kirishima and Sero had most of the couch cushions surrounding them.

There was some popcorn on the table and Kirishima asked Kaminari to pass it up, which he did so without taking his eyes off the screen. Kirishima shared with Sero and Sero actually took a piece and lowered it into Ashido's mouth so that she could have some too.

"Hey! Shitty Hair, Tape Wenis, chuck me some" Bakugou called, finishing his own snack.

"You just had a snack man!" Sero replied while feeding Ashido another piece of popcorn so she could enjoy the taste while watching the movie without moving from her seemingly comfortable position.

"So what? Pass it over!"

The two argued for a moment, going back and forth taking everyone's attention away from the movie- except Kaminari's. No no, kaminari was very very deeply intrigued my this movie.

Then, out of the very blue to the rest, the movie was paused and Kaminari had tears in his eyes, "Bakugou? Am I your friend?"

Everyone was silent- surprised at their sobbing friend as he held his rather large plush to his mouth in comfort.

Bakugou just blinked at him,completely forgetting about the popcorn.

"What?-" taken by surprise.

"Well I know these three are my friends-"

"Hmmm... sureeeee" Sero teased, along with Ashido. (Kaminari glared at them but knew instantly they were joking at how they burst into giggles at him.)

"Shush. Shush. I know their my friends, but you've never told me whether we're friends or not?" Kaminari said this with some really intense puppy dog eyes, just the most adorable eyes as they were glassed over with water from his movie tears. 🥺 that emoji, just staring at Bakugou who just blinked cluelessly back at him.

"What the fuck- no- we're not friends" he said after a minute, rolling his eyes and getting up to grab the remote which was beside the blond.

"Why are you asking Denki?" Kirishima asked.

"The movie scene- which you were all arguing in.- was adorable, they just declared their friendship and it was incredibly beautiful!" Kaminari made puppy dog eyes towards the TV screen and teased up again, only to get dry eye at Bakugou's response.

"Yeah well, we ain't having that Jambot" Bakugou added with a roll of his eyes while walking over.

"Oh shut up, you love me really!" Kaminari grabbed a pillow from the sofa behind him and threw it at Bakugou who just caught it and threw it to his where he was originally laying.

"No, you're- annoying. And dumb" HESITATION.

"Oh you really think that?"

"I know that- what are you doing give me the remote" Bakugou tried to grab it but in a flash Kaminari had picked it up from the ground and swapped it from his right to left hand so Bakugou couldn't reach it.

"Not until you say you love me~" Kaminari teased.

"What the- no. Give me the remote dipshit" Bakugou tried to run round to grab it but it was quickly swapped to Kaminari's other hand in a flash.

"Say ittt~"

"I swear I will blow your head off."

"Well- uh-" in that distraction Bakugou tried a third time but yet again, you guessed it, he failed. He'd got top in the entrance exams, he got first in the sports festival, he's saved many lives, he'd fought many villains, he'd survived getting kidnapped by the LOV. But he couldn't get a damn remote from his friends hand.

"Uh uh uh, you gotta tell me were friends first!" The charger teased, wiggling his finger back and forth and shaking his head.

Bakugou literally just watched in disbelief at Kaminari's teasing. Which he hated to admit but was really getting under his skin.

That's when Bakugou leaped at him. Kaminari screamed and jumped up on the couch and climbing over Sero and Kirishima and jumping to Bakugou's couch.

It became a quick chase as Bakugou jumped over the table and followed along, grunting and swearing at the blond who held the remote. Kaminari just screamed and squeaked tryna escape.

Then the two were running around the couch, with Bakugou in front where his friends were, and Kaminari behind, the two waiting to see what direction to go in.

Kaminari held the remote close to his chest and grinned at the other blond. Anger issues glared from in front of the couch, then leapt forwards and tried to climb over when Kaminari ran again, infront of the sofa and followed by an angry Bakugou.

Then he was caught, held in a headlock while the two fought of over the remote, trying to keep it from the others reach. Bakugou holding Kaminari's head in a headlock around his rib and waist while Kaminari struggled and held the remote as far away from him as possible.

Ashido twirled herself to sit up properly to get a good view of what was going down while Sero kept the Popcorn on his lap, eating it and enjoying the show. Kirishima just sat back, enjoying it but also wondering if he should intervien-

"Give it to me!"

"No!"

"Give me the funking remote dumbass!"

"Noooo! Say I'm you're friend"

"Youre my enemy right now!"

Ashido looked confused, and butted in, "over a remote?"

"YES." Bakugou yelled.

Sero turned to her while offering the bowl to Kirishima who took a couple pieces of popcorn. "In all fairness you said the same thing the other day with Hagakure"

"Yeah- but that was at war, she was my enemy." Ashido defended herself, and made a war face at the memory.

"Give it to me!"

"No!"

Then suddenly Kaminari was thrown backwards while holding onto the remote after there seemed to be a tiny yell from Bakugou, followed by a stupid smile he quickly hid with an angry frown.

Kaminari tumbled and landed on his butt, still holding the remote in his possession and grinning at Bakugou.

"You're dead now"

"Wait what just happened?" Sero asked, confused but grinning, intrigued.

"Oooo~ I'm gonna show them"

Of course, what he was talking about, they all already knew, yet none of them had actually clicked why Kaminari was thrown across the room.

"Piss off!" Bakugou yelled

"Admit that we're beasties!~" Kaminari's teasing really wracked his nerves, along with a stupid sing song voice.

"Just give me the remote!" Bakugou charged at him but really hadn't thought it through because he and Kaminari went tumbling to the floor where, unfortunately for him, Bakugou did not land on top.

Kaminari threw the remote over to the three friends watching and pinned Bakugou- somehow, he'll never know.

"Just admit we're friends Bakugouuu" he whined, but also excitedly as to break Bakugou of all people beneath him.

"Piss off dipshit- get ohohoff!" Then to many's surprise Bakugou broke out into tiny angry Bakugou giggles, shaking his head with his arms pinned above his head.

Kaminari had began to tickle his belly like a puppy or a baby, teasing him a little by claiming their friendship once again, taking Kirishima's spot as best friends yet only teasing.

"Kahahminai! Gehet off! Pihihis ohohff!" Bakugou honestly couldn't help how silly his giggles felt. He always hated the gently belly rubs and tickles because it brought out very uncharacteristic laughter out of him, scrunching his neck and fighting back minimally because his brain hasn't realised whether he's in danger or not yet.

"Aw, is the big bad Bakugou tickwish?"

"FuHuUcK oHoFF!" Bakugou definitely couldn't stand baby talk.

"But I wanna see how tickwish he is!" Kaminari began tickling his sides and pintching and prodding with one hand. Bakugou laughing normally- or as normal as you can being tickled and teased while trying to hold back as they weren't his worst spots just yet.

"Gehehet off ohohof mehehe yohou prick!" Bakugou's laughter seemed natural and unlike his usual, yet he was shaking his head gently, but not fighting off too much.

"Tickle Tickle, wanna admit we're besties yet?"

Bakugou shook his head and jumped his hips a little when Kaminari gave them a tweak.

"Shuhuht it! We're not friends!"

"Hm, fine, but don't friends know this?" And with that Bakugou was frantically screaming and twisting in the floor as Kaminari quickly changed tactics and held his legs firm so Bakugou couldn't escape. Quickly diving his hands into his pits and tickling him mad.

The blond almost crushed his tickles hands when yanking them down and began screaming profanities but mostly just a lot of yelling. Trying to roll away but kept in Kaminari's hold.

Definitely the last thing he was expecting.

"Woah Dude! You're gonna kill him!" Kirishima almost burst out laughing too, watching as Bakugou went from his usual laughter to frantically screaming and trying to escape.

"He'll be fine! He's done worse to us!" With that Kaminari used his quirk and sent electric shocks through Bakugou's nerves, making him yell out.

"FUCK- STOP IT- DONT USE YOUR QUIRK FUCKER-" Followed by much more laughing along with twisting and turning and more profanity.

After another minute of that Kaminari went down to his ribs and scrapped downwards and back again, absolutely torturing his so called friend.

"Come on Bakugou! Admit we're friends~"

"HAHDHAAHSHHA" Bakugou was having none of it. Just screaming as the ticklish sensations wracked his body. Screaming, cursing, practically dying beneath the electric shocks hands which occasionally gave him a quick zap.

"Tickle Tickle~ wow is this really all we need to do to take down the future Number 1 hero?" Kaminari teased once more, leaning down as he watched Bakugou's shirt lift up from all his thrashing.

PFFFT

"NAHAJHAHAHANONONONPAHAHA NAH NHA. NO KAAAMINARI SMTOP-" Screaming. By who. Take a guess.

Kaminari blew two raspberries on Bakugou's stomach and the thrashing became even more violent. Bakugou couldn't stand it and had actually formed tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

"Just admit we're friends and this can all stop~ I'm having fun though" Kaminari joked, unable to stop himself from smiling and laughing.

"FUHUHUFKC FINE FINE FINE! WEHEEHRE FRIENDS! FREEEEEINDS! STOHOHOP!" Bakugou ended up absolutely hurlling Kaminari across the floor and rolled himself over to get all the tickles off, rolling to his side and laughing like a mad man as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Holy shit, he really, really, really, didn't think Kaminari was that good. Plus he hadn't been tickled like that in years- been wrecked, definitely, but like that, not since he was about 5 probably. Not to tears at least.

Kaminari was thrown across the room and landed with an oomph. The others checking to see it the two were okay.

"Yeheah, I'm fine, Bakugou and I are friends now" Kaminari stood up with pride, but all laughed when a wobbly hand lifted up and flipped its middle finger up in Kaminari's direction.

I'm pretty sure everyone in that room knew Kaminari was dead as soon as Bakugou was healed but he didn't care. He enjoyed it. And funnily enough, maybe- maybe so did Bakugou.

"Are you okay Bakubro?" Kirishima asked as he got off the sofa and leaned down to check whether his best mate was dead or not.

All he got was a wobbly "he's dead" in a very quiet tone which made him laugh and help Bakugou up. Bakugou's arm was sljnged over his shoulder and he himself was holding his stomach and trying to protect his waist. Just in case.

Kaminari teased and ran up, wiggling his fingers and making Bakugou yell and almost kick him in the face.

Kaminari absolutely loved it and was laughing his head off as Kirishima helped Bakugou to the sofa he's taken up previously. The two watched as Kaminari absolutely passed himself on the floor with laughter. Bakugou just glared at him in anger.

"You wanna do it now?" Kirishima asked, looking at his friend and knowing that revengeful look in his eye.

Bakugou only grinned.

The poor movie never got finished.

#tickle community #sfw tickles #tickles #tickle fic #<3 #asks #masterlist #mha #ler!kaminari #lee!bakugou #bakusqaud #movies #besties #admit we're besties #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero acadamy #my hero academia tickles #its 3am almost

[ticklezticklez]

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Hello, and welcome to my tickle blog!~ I wanted a place where I could post anything tickling related, including my own tickling fanfictions, so - I made this.

I gladly take requests, so feel free to submit an ask. Have a good day/night, I'll be off writing some tickly fics 👍

- p.s. , i also roleplay :) message me if interested!

#mha #tickling #fanfiction

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello 😊 I just recently made a tumblr blog to be able to read all of your fanfictions and I was wondering if you had any recommendations for other tickle writers? Specifially people who write for Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Sk8 the Infinity, Yuri on Ice, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact and Bungou Stray Dogs? Have a wonderful day!

- Crystal 🤍

Hey Crystal! :D It's nice to meet you! :3 I've gotcha on recommendations! Let's see:

@duckymcdoorknob: Fabulous writer and person: she writes for a good chunk of the fandoms you've mentioned! She's got both fabulous tickle fics and a wide range of equally amazing fluff and angst fics!

@intheticklecloset: Another fabulous writer- Nym's got fantastic fics for Bungo, Haikyuu, YOI, and I believe Sk8? (She also writes for Big Windup and Dr. Stone- both series I definitely recommend checking out!) Her tickle fics are so charming and well written- just: YES!

@mystwrites: Another fabulous writer and artist! They have so much incredible Demon Slayer content it's the BEST! It's like Halloween candy; you just wanna gobble it all up, it's so GOOD!

@myreygn: An absolute treasure of a person; her fics and headcanon and all her writing is SO GOOD AHHH!!! Her work is delightful and wonderful and makes me soft whenever I read it ahhhhhh! 🥰

@veryblushyswitch: A delight of a person and a writer!!! She's a sweetie and her work is INCREDIBLE! I personally love her MHA content but she's got some great YOI and Demon Slayer content on her blog!

@ticklish-n-stuff: An absolutely talented writer and fabulous person through and through! Her BSD and Demon Slayer work is absolutely top tier- really all of her work is if I'm gonna be real adajrjarjkejkaejkr

@rachi-roo: An absolute gem and a lovely person! Rachi's got fabulous art skills and her fics are utterly PRECIOUS!!! Her Bungo content is to die for- so I definitely recommend her blog!

There's of course many more, but those are the peeps I read regularly and would definitely recommend!

Thanks for asking!

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #crystal anon #writer recommendations #I know I'm absolutely missing people and I apologize #If anyone has additional names to add please feel free to reblog and do so! #Happy reading anon!

[theoncelee]

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

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

Anyways enjoy!! :)

Day Two- Drawn On

Fandom: MHA

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

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

A Paper Alternative

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

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

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

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

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

#kiribaku #kiribakutickle #tickle fic #my fics #augtickletober2022 #mha tickles #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #ler!kirishima #drawn on

[trrickytickle]

Giggle Button

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

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

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

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

#tickle fic #bnha tickling #lee!bakugo #my hero academia tickle #mha tickling #sfw tickle community #t-word #tword #kiribaku tickle #tickles #tickling

[ticklishprincey]

Did I forget to put boundaries and all the other good shit before posting a fanfiction? Maybe. You can't prove anything. ╚»★«╝ Hi! I'm Echo, I use he/they pronouns. I write sfw tickling fanfictions/headcannons/other things for lots of different fandoms (mainly whatever I'm hyperfixated on at the time). ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ I take requests, but I will ignore/block any asks/blogs containing any of the following: ✎NSFW/kink culture ✎Sexual tickling/tickle kink ✎Smut with or without tickling (makes me uncomfy either way) ✎Ageplay/DDLG/CGL/Any other form of ageplay ✎Feet (nothing wrong with them I just don't do feet period) ✎Yandere ✎Canonically gay characters shipped with females ✎Canonically lesbian characters shipped with males ✎Canonically aroace characters shipped with anyone ✎Voice teases (sorry I'm a lee I can't say the freaking word out loud) ✎Random DMs if I don't know you/follow you ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ That being said, I take requests on a lot of things, not just tickling asks. Here are a few of the things I will reply to/accept: ✎SFW tickling ✎Age regression/pet regression ✎Art (sometimes if I'm feeling up to it) ✎Tickle headcannons ✎Regression headcannons ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ Lastly, here are most of the fandoms I'm in and the pairings I would be over the moon to write about: (✰ = platonic , ✿ = romantic , ♫ = happy to write either) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo & Moxxie ✰Blitzo & Fizzarolli ✿Millie & Moxxie ✿Asmodeus & Fizzarolli ♫ Stolas & Blitzo ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor & Lucifer ✰Alastor & Husk ✿ Husk & Angel-Dust ✿Vaggie & Charlie ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello and literally any one of the turtles help I'm obsessed ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Percy & Nico ✰Hazel & Nico ✰Jason & Nico ✰Will & Apollo ✿Will & Nico ♫Leo & Nico ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Encanto ✰Camilo and literally anyone I love this character so much ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Dear Evan Hansen ♫Connor & Evan ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Black Butler ✰Sebastian & Ciel (he doesn't have a father figure okay the child needs a hug) ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Gravity Falls ✰Mabel & Dipper ✰Ford & Dipper ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Sundrop & Reader ✰Moondrop & Reader ✰Glamrock Freddy & Gregory ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki & Izuku ✰Shinsou & Aizawa ♫Denki & Shinsou ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade & Floyd ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Voltron ✰Keith & Shiro ♫Keith & Lance (yes I am aware it's not canon let me mourn) ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Sanders Sides ✰Roman & Remus ✰Virgil & Patton ✰Virgil & Janus ♫Virgil & Logan ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Avengers (mainly Spiderman tbh I'm obsessed) ✰ Peter & Tony (I need Tony to adopt this sweet boy it's a need) ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ Anyway, thanks for reading my essay, enjoy my content and stay hydrated!

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[burningablaze]

Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye

A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didn’t mean to stop writing for so long but that doesn’t mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous

Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didn’t expect him to react the way he did

Words: 1,212

Ler: Todoroki

Lee: Reader

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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.

After a few moments of reading silently, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didn’t notice was someone was right behind all along.

“This is… interesting to say the least.”

“AAH!”

You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.

“Todoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.”

Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “I just couldn’t help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.”

You groaned and blushed. “Please don’t tell me you read all of that.”

“I think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?”

“Wait, Todoroki! It’s not like that! I-I-I…”

Todoroki’s expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, “I understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and it’s important not to judge them for it.”

Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todoroki’s ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.

“I apologize if I invaded your privacy,” Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “It was not my intention. But, if you’re comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps it’s something I can learn from.”

You couldn’t help but blush and try to find the right words. “Todoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be… weird,” you said hesitantly.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. I’m not very familiar with the tickling thing.” Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.

You sighed. “I like to read this sort of stuff because it’s an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.”

Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. “I see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.

Nodding, you continued, “Yes, exactly. It’s a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. It’s purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.”

“And what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?” he asked.

You started to get flustered. “Well, it’s more like… imagining what it’ll be like if you were.”

“Oh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?” Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldn’t know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.

“Hehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!” “Whoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.” Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.

You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldn’t help but kept giggling hysterically.

“What does ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ mean? Is it something like this?” he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

Todoroki’s friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. “I guess this ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ thing is quite effective,” he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re so mehehehehean!”

Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.

“If I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,” Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. “Your laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.”

As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. “You know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I can’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.”

You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.

“Shut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!”

He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. “Now, I think I remember something in the fic going “Todoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.” Is it getting to you?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, yes! Please stohohohohop!” you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. “I guess I’ve tortured you long enough.” he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.

You took that moment to catch your breath. “Damn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.”

Todoroki chuckled again. “Did I at least get everything right as what the fic said?”

You blushed slightly. “You kinda did,” you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. “I’m glad,”

“So, what did you think about all that?” you asked. “Well, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-Yeah,” “But,” Todoroki continued. “I did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,”

“Todoroki!” you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. “But I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.” he smiled.

“Me too, Todoroki.”

#mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha requested fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #mha todoroki #mha shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #ler!todoroki

[intheticklecloset]

Merry and Bright (My Hero Academia)

ShinDeku AU

Summary: Deku playfully tries to get Shinsou to tell him what he got him for Christmas, but Shinsou is determined not to break and decides to turn the tables.

A/N: ShinDeku!! I need I say more? These boys still have my heart, even if I don't write for MHA as often these days. I figured if I was going to share an MHA fic this year, a Christmasy one for Christmas Day would be perfect! This is #4 of 4. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays! ^^

Word Count: 1,687

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“Plehehehehease, Izuku!” Shinsou giggled, squirming in his more-than-a-friend, not-quite-a-boyfriend’s hold. He tried to cover up his sensitive sides but failed miserably. “I cahahahahahan’t tell you!”

“Can’t?” Deku challenged playfully, hugging him closer, curling his fingers in with devious purpose. “Or won’t?”

The day had started out fairly normally, all things considered. It was winter break now, and Shinsou was spending the day with Deku (and later with Deku’s mom as well, though she was at work right now, thank god) setting up the tree and generally decorating their apartment for Christmas. Once the tree was up and the lights had been turned on, Shinsou made an offhanded comment about how he needed to remember to bring Deku’s gift over the next time to put underneath of it, which spurred an excited Izuku Midoriya to ask what it was, which led to Shinsou saying of course he couldn’t tell him, and now…

“Ehehehahahahaha! Stohohohohohop!” the purple-haired boy squealed, grasping Deku’s wrists, only half trying to pull him away. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give up the goods, but he couldn’t honestly say he hated when the other tickled him like this. Tickling was kind of the glue that had stuck them together, so to speak. He was sure he could never hate it now.

Deku giggled along with him. “Not until you tell me, Toshi~”

That was another thing. Toshi. Deku had begun calling him that somewhere along the line, and it made Shinsou’s heart do all kinds of crazy backflips and somersaults. He melted at the nickname, but that wasn’t going to make him give in now. He was determined not to let slip what he’d gotten the stubborn greenette for Christmas.

“I cahahahahan’t!” he cried, then amended, “I wohohohohon’t! You cahahahan’t mahahahake me!”

“Oh?” Deku’s voice took on a wicked tone, suddenly dragging Shinsou away from the tree and over to the couch. He shoved the taller boy down face-first into the cushions, fingers digging wildly into his ribs and sides, making him howl. “I bet I can~”

“Nohohohohoooo!” Shinsou cackled, trying frantically to reach behind him and push Deku away, but when that failed and only opened the door for the smaller boy to dig into his underarms, he shrieked into the cushions and clutched onto them for dear life, using them as a lifeline to ground himself on as he laughed out his helplessness. “This isn’t fahahahahahahair! I cahahahahan’t tell you – it defeheheheats the puhuhuhuhurpose! Izuku!”

Deku just smiled and kept tickling him. Truthfully, he wasn’t actually trying to get his almost-boyfriend to confess anything. He just loved tickling him, loved hearing his laugh, watching the way it made his cheeks turn pink and cause that stoic demeanor to actually break into a grin for once. It was even better when he got panicky, though – that’s when Shinsou got almost unbearably cute. His heart raced at the mere thought of it.

“Looks like I’ll have to really tickle you, then…”

But instead of sliding down to Shinsou’s hips like he intended, Deku’s tickling ministrations slowly came to a stop.

Shinsou gasped for breath, still giggling, shooting him an apologetic look. “S-Sorry, Izuku. You left me no choice. Can you get off me, please?”

Deku silently did as he was told, standing obediently beside the couch as Shinsou sat up. He felt bad resorting to using his quirk, but this was another thing they’d talked about in their few months of being kind of together. Deku told him it was all right for him to use his quirk as long as he meant no harm, and when tickling each other, as long as the greenette hadn’t explicitly stated beforehand that no quirks were allowed.

In other words, since Deku hadn’t started off this tickle attack with the words, “no quirks,” it was fair play for Shinsou to turn the tables on him this way.

“Lay down on your stomach for me, would you, cutie pie?” Shinsou said softly, blushing at his own cutesy pet name, standing to the side as Deku did as he was told. Once he was exactly the way the violet-haired boy had been moments before, Shinsou gently climbed on top of him and placed his fingers just below his ribs, then released him from his mind-controlling hold.

Deku blinked, then gasped, knowing exactly what had happened since it had happened more than once before. “Ah! I forgot to say something!”

“Yes, you did,” Shinsou said in a low, teasing voice. He smiled at the way it made Deku shudder. “So…you think you can just tickle me into telling you what your Christmas present is, huh?”

“N-No?” Deku tried, bursting into giggles the instant a tiny bit of pressure was applied to his ribs. “Ehehehehehe! I dihihihihidn’t mehehehehean it! I was just hahahaving fun!”

“I’m sure you were. Now it’s my turn.” Shinsou slowly traced his bottom ribs, then moved up to the next set, then the next, all at an agonizingly slow pace. He smirked at Deku’s quiet snickers and impatient wiggling. “Let’s see. Which spot will make you give up this silly game of trying to get me to spoil your surprise?”

Deku whimpered. “Nohohohone of them! I’ll mahahahake you tehehehell me eventually!”

Shinsou beamed. This was one of Deku’s favorite things – pretending to be all high and mighty and in charge when he was clearly in no position to be smart-mouthing his way through anything, all in the hopes that his partner would completely wreck him into next week in retaliation.

And Shinsou would. But only after he made him beg for it.

“You’ll do no such thing. I’m the one in charge now, Izuku.” Shinsou dove his fingers under his arms and made him shriek in anticipation without actually beginning to tickle yet. “And you’ll do well to remember that.”

“I’ll gehehet out of this,” Deku challenged, shivering at the feeling of fingers in his armpits, even if they weren’t moving yet. “Y-Yohohou’ll spill eheheheverything, Toshi!”

“‘Toshi’? Oh, no, no, no. You don’t get to nickname me right now.” Shinsou dug in once, quick and hard, just to get his point across. “Give up. I’m not ruining Christmas for you, no matter how much of a Grinch I might seem.”

Deku twisted his head around to look up at him as much as possible, a slight frown on his features. “I don’t think you’re a Grinch, To-ahhh, Sh-Shinsou.”

Shinsou’s heart warmed at the sentiment. He chuckled. “Thanks. And I know. I’m just playing around. You know that, right?"

“Right,” the smaller boy affirmed, smiling again, wiggling nervously. “Well, are you going to do something, or are you going to just sit there and tease me all day?”

There it was. The first sign that his defiance was cracking. His first indication of how much he wanted to just be tickled already. Shinsou smirked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just like watching you fidget.”

“I’m not a fidget toy!”

The taller boy laughed outright at that. “Oh, I think you are.” He wiggled his fingers gently into his armpits. “See? You’re fidgeting all over the place.”

“Ehehehehe! Nohohoho fair! You’re tihihihihickling me!”

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

For almost two full minutes, Shinsou continued to gently poke and prod at random spots up and down Deku’s torso, from his underarms to his ribs and sides and even a little bit along his neck, which he’d learned was adorably ticklish as well. The greenette clenched his fists and giggled and squirmed but ultimately held out for an impressive amount of time before finally beginning to crack again.

“Tohohoshiiii,” he whined at last. “Whahahat are you wahahahaiting for?”

Victory was near. Shinsou smiled. “For you to give up.”

“But you’re nohohohot tickling me hahahard enough for that!”

“Oh, no, cutie. I think you misunderstand. I’m not going to tickle you into giving up your silly little quest for an early Christmas surprise.” Here Shinsou leaned down and spoke directly into Deku’s ear while wiggling a single finger into either side of his ribs, keeping him in soft giggles. “I’m only going to tickle you after you give up. It’s your reward, you see.”

“Reheheheheward?”

“Of course. You want me to tickle you, don’t you? Tickle you so much you can’t even remember what we’re doing here?”

Deku’s cheeks lit up bright red, and the sight made Shinsou melt a little. He really was the cutest thing in the world.

“Well? Don’t you?”

“Y-Yehehehehes,” Deku admitted through a little whine. “Plehehehehease, Toshi.”

Shinsou stopped his gentle tickling, further making his point. “Then you’d better promise you won’t try to tickle any spoilers out of me. That’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”

Apparently Deku’s determination to keep up the “tell me what my gift is” play didn’t outweigh his desire to get wrecked, because upon hearing those words he caved instantly.

“Okay, fine, I promise I won’t try to get you to tell me what you got me for Christmas. I won’t tickle any gift spoilers out of you. Just, please…” He looked up at Shinsou again with the best puppy dog eyes he had and begged, “Please, tickle me like you mean it. I really want to laugh.”

Shinsou had to admit, it was a fatal blow to his own determination. He smiled, kissed his cheek – something they’d only done a couple of times and only very recently – and murmured, “Good. I’ll tickle you to death now.”

Without wasting any time, the taller boy hooked his fingers into Deku’s hips and dug in, barely able to keep his straddling position at the sudden, wild reaction from his kind-of-boyfriend.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TOHOHOHOHOSHI WAHAHAHAHAIT THAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAHAIR EITHEHEHEHEHER!! NOT MY HIHIHIHIHIHIHIPS!!”

“Well, you said you really wanted to laugh!” Shinsou giggled along with him, fighting to keep his fingers in the right spot to drive him crazy. “I’m just granting your Christmas wish, Izuku~”

The both of them wound up tickling and playing together for so long that they completely lost track of time, but really, who needed Christmas decorations when there was such bright, merry laughter to be heard?

#fanfiction #tickle fic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #deku #shindeku #christmas fic #holiday fic #playful #fluff #boyfriends #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[wreckingtickles]

Helloo! I really love your headcanons about Natsuo from my hero academia! If you have time, please consider writing a tickle fanfiction about him as the lee... either with "university student in sauna" plot, "ler todoroki" plot... or anything really... P.S. please only male lers and no foot tickles if possible... NSFW is okay hehehehe, thank you so much before hand!! I really really liked your content... have a nice day!

Bad news first: I'm not familiar enough with the character to write dialogue for him or describe his actions/feeling in any meaningful amount of detail. Which is a pity because while other MHA characters are fun lees, Natsuo is HOT. Furthermore, I don't generally do story requests, as even writing my own stories takes forever (I am open to prompts though).

That said, I'd be happy to develop my scenario into a treatment, breaking down the various story beats - and if someone wanted to write a story based on that, they'd be absolutely free to do so.

Also, I generally focus on what imo are a characters' worst spots, and I didn't mention Natsuo's feet, so you don't have to worry about that.

Let's get into it.

Busy day at the onsen. Countless people have decided to pack its baths as the city freezes under the clouds. Natsuo is one of them, wandering from room to room in nothing but a towel as he searches for an acceptable puddle to squeeze in.

He gets to the end of the hallway: the last room isn't better than the two that preceded it. He sighs, but he's already undressed. Turns around. The second one was a bit less crowded.

Weird. Four doors? He could have sworn there were three. Which one did he skip? He tries the one immediately to his left.

This one is basically empty, but its four occupants look rather odd even in a world full of mutants: four nearly identical, idol-like young men made entirely of a transparent material not unlike clear glass. Beneath the icy surface, some kind of deep red smoke coursing through their form.

None of them are in the water, they are standing just out of the pool, fully naked, pretty faces and chiseled bodies, lean were Natsuo is bulkier.

Natsuo politely ignores his unease and walks towards the water, sits on the edge and submerges his feet; as soon as he does, one of the four idols touches the water as well, freezing its surface solid and encasing Natsuo's calves in thick ice.

At the same time, the idol who was just by the door reaches for his wrists and pulls his arms over his head before freezing them to its own body, so now he's basically restrained in a seated position with his feet in the ice and his arms raised.

He curses, threatens, and even uses his Quirk, but the room is warm and those things are also made of ice. But what really throws him for a loop is the two hands swooping down from overhead, one at either side of his head, and the fingers that suddenly curl in each of his armpits.

Natsuo doesn't even understand the sensation at first, then he tries to fight it, but the idol keeps dragging its fingers up and down and up again, and the warmth causes its icy exterior to melt slightly, creating a layer of cool water that lets its smooth fingers slide even more easily.

Natsuo goes from protesting to grunting to chuckling in a matter of seconds. The cold touches awaken his nerves, and he's also used to those temperatures, so he'll keep feeling them.

The fingertips are very slow and methodical, but extremely effective. Natsuo has no choice but to start giggling, confused and hating that he's so sensitive.

That causes a second idol to approach and kneel down, and it starts gently scratching at Natsuo's eight-pack. First he feels the cold, then the tickling, so now he's full-on laughing.

Those fingers know exactly what they are doing. Their being slow doesn't make them gentle, but there's like a sensual element to it that causes Natsuo's assaulted mind to realize that those things are appreciating his body, and if the four hands ravaging those two tender spots allowed him to focus on his surroundings, he'd also notice that the idols's bodies betray exciting, their nether regions engorging and their overall complexion becoming less transparent and more purple.

He thrashes and yells through his laughter when he sees the third idol come closer. This one stoops down on the frozen ice and proceeds to gently scratch at Natsuo's muscular thighs, also venturing under the towel. Natsuo wishes he could do something other than laugh.

The fourth one doesn't even give him the courtesy to wait a few seconds, Natsuo doesn't see it but feels its fingers glide up and down his ribcage. That's when he officially loses the ability to speak.

The idols keep going, their forms getting warmer and warmer, then the one at his ribs finds it: that spot right at the side of his chest that really makes him lose his mind. Natsuo goes completely hysterical, and the idols like that a lot. They're now a bright pink color, hot to the touch rather than warm, as the room also gets warmer.

Much like Todoroki, Natsuo becomes a lot more sensitive through temperature play, and the idols notice that. Fully aroused, their warm tongues join in, joining the fingertips in his armpits, working his chest, slipping into his navel.

Meanwhile, the idol at his thighs can't wait anymore and removes his towel. Natsuo doesn't disappoint: even flaccid, he's a big boy. The idol begins to work him with both hands, warm, skilled, and perfectly slick, while the others ramp up both the tickling and oral teasing.

When it also touches its lips to his tip, Natsuo's self control is already gone, and he reaches a loud and confusing climax, as for a few intense moments, all the tortorous touches morph into intense pleasure.

Problem is, when the pleasure ends, they don't stop: no, he realizes he's even more sensitive now. And the idols won't stop until each of them has made him come once, even though he's already grown incoherent by the time the third does.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #spicy content #tickletorture #tickle fic #lee!natsuo

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

A little about Floof

Welcome! You have now entered the realm of floof and their interests.

Be wary of the content you are about to see. This blog features posts from a videogame, anime, and cartoon GEEK, so if you are prepared to walk into a self depate over a character’s motives in a series, a game theory, or some self-ship fanfiction between the OP and a Robot, Jester, or some sort of Monster, feel free to walk within the trenches. Also- Tickle content. Some tickle content will be a little suggestive, but SFW. You have been warned!! 

** AHEM**  Also, Check profile description for Further details of this blog

Now, with that said, here are the shows/Movies/games i am OBSESSED with, either or i have watched/played:

Fnaf Security Breach

Moon Knight

Turning Red

The Owl House

Animal Crossing

Undertale/Deltarune (Toby Fox Games)

Cuphead/The Cuphead Show

Princess Tutu

MHA

Harvest Moon/Story Of Seasons

(a long list of others that i will most likely list later either on here, or on a card-thingy)

#Bio #About me #My interest #My fandoms #Floof's Tumblr #Fnaf security breach #Moon knight #Turning Red #The owl house #Animal crossing #Undertale #Deltarune #Cuphead #MHA #Princess Tutu #Fanfic writer #Artist on tumblr #Writer on tumblr

[just-open-the-fridge-yo]

What Is It?

lees + lers (switches) Midoriya, Bakugou, & Iida

Summary: Bakugou and Iida are convinced they know Midoriya pretty well, but when they discover that Midoriya has a secret he’s unwisely failed to share with them this entire time…being the good friends they are, they must uncover the truth.

Words: 6k

A/N: Here’s a fic I thought of a while ago, and I’m just now posting it 😁 There should be more fics with these three because they're so chaotic FUN together!

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“Bakugou, that doesn’t make sense. Part of this slide's information clearly belongs on the second slide.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does. It’s packed full of information, so we need to break it up a little. Keeping it on the first slide will overwhelm our classmates and discourage their attention.”

“Then the losers just won’t know how to deal with the situation if it comes. They’d better put in the effort to keep up.” Bakugou shrugged and kept typing. “And like I’m taking organizational orders from someone who keeps telling us to put the dishes in alphabetical order, whatever the hell that means.”

Iida glanced up from his laptop, looking a little less than pleased. “If you’d been listening before, you would’ve known that alphabetical order means dish size order. I wanted to make kitchen item terminology in the dorms more exciting. I mentioned that over ten times.”

“Whatever. That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Can’t believe Aizawa forced me into this lame-ass group with you nerds.”

“…If you're going to insist on being so rude, maybe Aizawa Sensei would be happy to remove you from the group,” Iida muttered.

“Tch. Of course you’d say that now, once I’ve already pulled most of this project’s load for you slackers.”

“Oh, you have not.”

Deku squinted harder at his laptop screen where he sat on his bed, trying to ignore Bakugou and Iida. They’d worked ahead of schedule, finished their project paper yesterday, and had been working on a very long slide presentation for nearly two hours. It was evening, they were getting irritable, and Deku felt a headache coming on. He peeked down at the two sitting across from each other on his All Might rug. “Uh…hey, guys, maybe we should—”

“ —to place the bullet points by - hey!” Iida gawked at their shared Google Slides presentation on his computer. “Will you - will you please stop changing my edits?”

“I’m the one who wrote the damn sentence. I worded it that way for a reason,” Bakugou growled. “Change it one more time and you’re dead.”

“But, the wording is awkward…” Iida sighed, rubbing his temples and lowering his voice. “I’m not trying to argue, Bakugou, I just want to make sure we get a good grade. And spending all this time learning about the potential constipation woes of eating quirk-enhancing cabbage for our project is draining enough as it is. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner we‘ll be done,” he said firmly.

Bakugou couldn’t have looked more bored. “Yeeep. I’ll cooperate soon as you stop giving shitty suggestions that keep screwing up the presentation’s flow.”

“My suggestions enhance the flow! You agree, right, Midoriya?”

“Oh yeah! They do… But…I also think the slide info placement for the first two slides could go on the first or second slide, either way…just as long as the stuff on the third slide stays in the same spot, I guess,” Deku said with a tired smile. “But we’ve been working really hard so far and still have a few days before presenting. I say we take a break for now, maybe regroup after dinner - yeah, sounds like a good idea to me, hah-hah…” He started slowly closing his laptop.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Translation: Iida, I don’t wanna hurt your feelings. But all your suggestions suck, you’re pissing me off, Kacchan’s right again, and you're, for the seventy-third time, wrong.”

“Nonsense! Midoriya is always honest with me! If he were thinking that, he’d just tell me!”

“How would you know that, huh? You carry around a lie detector?”

“A lie detector?!”

“You heard me! The nerd has a field day beating around the bush, so of course he’s not just gonna—”

“O-Okay, guys, please stop fighting—”

“Shut up, Deku!”

“Don’t tell him to be quiet! And no, I don’t have a lie detector, but now you’re questioning Midoriya’s integrity?” Iida crossed his arms, exasperated. “You clearly don’t know him as well as I thought you did.”

“Please. I grew up with the idiot. Not that I’d call it a great experience.” Bakugou’s glower intensified. “And what? You think you know him any better?”

“Well, I certainly don’t know everything, but perhaps I know the more recent version of him better than you, considering you often seem to avoid him like the plague.”

“Psh. Sure.” Bakugou kept his stare on his screen as he googled an image for a slide. “Bet you don’t even know the basics, like his birthday.”

“I don't? I would say it’s July 15th, but maybe I’m wrong.”

The blond slowed his browsing, then scoffed. “Like I'm impressed. Everyone knows that. I was just testing you. If you’d missed that one, it woulda been beyond pathetic. But no one knows his favorite col-”

“Pardon my interruption, but I believe it’s purple.”

Bakugou paused but recovered with a snarl at the little smirk that crept onto Iida’s face.

“That’s…true,” Deku mumbled, flattered. “Wow, Iida. I didn’t think you’d actually remember that.”

Iida looked shocked. “You really think I'd be that forgetful? You wound me, Midoriya.”

“Well, none of you extras, not even you, knows his favorite food.”

“Food? Isn’t it katsudon-”

“What I meant was-” Bakugou said through clenched teeth. “-none of you know his favorite song - from when he was a kid.”

“Um...” Iida put the tip of a pencil to his chin. “Is it ‘Pull Me to the Sun’ by Tatsuo Mi-”

“SHUT UP, FOUR EYES! JUST - JUST SHUT YOUR DAMN SMUG MOUTH, YA GOT THAT?!” Bakugou exploded. “HOW’D YOU EVEN KNOW THAT?!”

“Oh. Well, that…really was just a lucky guess,” Iida admitted a bit sheepishly. “Midoriya told me it’s currently his favorite song. I had no idea it was his favorite childhood song as well.”

Bakugou whirled on Deku. “AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU STILL LIKE THAT CRINGEY SONG ANYWAY, DEKU?! IT’S TRASH!”

“Kacchan, calm down, okay? I-I don’t know, it’s just a great song.” Deku hesitated. “But wait…you actually remembered it, too…?”

“‘Course I did. And only cuz you’d never shut up about it. Sang it so much, I’m scarred for life.”

Deku nodded as Bakugou resumed his aggressive typing with a scowl stuck on his face.

“Like I care. Everyone knows everything about Deku anyway, so you’re not special, four eyes. He’s an open book. A stupid rock could know everything about him.”

Deku was a little offended by that. “Hey…that’s not completely true, Kacchan. You don’t know everything about me,” he said quietly.

“Oh, really,” Bakugou said sarcastically. “Like what?”

Deku’s gaze slid to his ceiling. Well, now that he asked. “Uhh...something like…oh! When it comes to ice cream flavors—”

“What, your favorite?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Yup. Know that, too.”

“…You do?”

“Vanilla.”

“Nuh-uh...” Deku shook his head with a little chuckle. “Actually…it’s not.”

“The hell do you mean it’s not? Yeah, it is. You told me one time.”

“Huh? I don’t remember that. I’ve actually never liked vanilla ice cream. Maybe that was someone else?”

Iida glanced up from his laptop again when Bakugou remained silent. “So, is it…chocolate, then? Everyone likes chocolate ice cream to some degree,” he said.

“Chocolate’s okay, but nope! I could take it or leave it.”

There was more silence.

And more.

“Quit playing games, Deku. What is it?”

Deku blinked. “Wait. You...seriously wanna know?”

“Hell no, but since you brought it up, might as well say it!” Bakugou sneered.

The green-haired hero noticed Iida was also watching him so attentively, it was a little comical, and he found their curiosity amusing as he tried to look serious. “Wellll, if I told you two everything about me, I wouldn’t be that interesting anymore, right? Guess I’m not as much of an open book as you thought, Kacchan.”

“Dammit, you nerd, stop acting so high and mighty! What, you think you’re better than me just cuz I don’t know your fuckin’ favorite ice cream flavor? Hah?!”

“Wait! I-I never said that—”

“Nnnnrrr! I don’t care what you said, just say it!”

Deku pressed his lips together, unable to help the faint surge of annoyance he felt at his rival’s tone. “Okay, Kacchan, well, you know, maybe some things I might just wanna keep a see-wahaaiiiEEE-!”

Bakugou shot up and launched at his rival with such force, they toppled from his bed to the floor, the momentum rolling them to the other side of the room. “Well, it’s too bad this isn’t a secret, huh?! Too bad I know—” His fingers sank into his sides and tummy. “— how ridiculously ticklish you are. And it’s all I need to know for you to spill everything!”

“Whahat - Kahahaha!” Midoriya burst out laughing with flailing limbs. “Ahahahaha! Kacchahahan!”

“Spit it out, or suffer the consequences.”

Iida recovered from the shock of the crash with wide eyes. “Bakugou, no! I-If he really doesn’t want to tell us the flavor, then-” he trailed off as he registered the scene and realized. He’s not really… He’s just…

“I’ll nehehever tell yohohohou!”

“You must wanna die then.”

Oh, Iida thought. Witnessing the two being playful together was new to him, so he felt slightly hesitant about what to do. But he found that Deku’s melodic laughter that lit up the room was actually starting to brighten his own darkened mood a little, and a fond smile slowly grew on his face as he stood and approached.

“Y’know, Bakugou…if you’re trying to take on the role of a villainous interrogator, your technique is…well, honestly, terrible.”

“What?” Bakugou continued his tickling and glared up at Iida. “Not like you could do it any better.”

“Really? Well, I know that for someone with such a strong resolve like Midoriya, you’ll need a more…effective and drastic strategy,” Iida said solemnly while pushing up his glasses.

“…Oh yeah?” Now Bakugou slowed his attack, a sinister smirk appearing. “Drastic strategy, huh?”

Iida nodded. “That is if the hero is up for such a daunting challenge.”

“Dohoho your wohorst!” Deku declared, continuing to roll around.

Iida smirked and knelt down above Deku’s head, pulled out his phone to set a timer, and cleared his throat. “All right, then. Five minutes!” he announced in a villainous, melodramatic tone. “Five before backup arriv—”

“You’re joking.” And just like that, Bakugou’s amusement was gone. “We’re doing twenty at least.”

“T-Twenty?” Iida broke character. “Absolutely not! That’s far too long.”

“It’s not. Five minutes is a joke. Not enough time.”

���But, twenty is unnecessary.” Iida paused. Thought for a second. “Very well, we'll settle this with a compromise.”

“Tch.”

“Six minutes.”

“You even know what a compromise is, moron?!”

“Six is… Yeah, six is…that’s cool with me,” Deku tried to mumble nonchalantly while hoping it wasn’t obvious he was filled with childlike excitement.

Iida nodded at Deku with a small smile. “Okay. If you’re alright with it. Besides, with my strategy, this won’t take long.”

“Hmph. It’d better not.” Bakugou moved to straddle Deku’s waist.

Iida slipped into character again. “So! Six minutes before backup arrives to rescue you, hero! But until then, I’m afraid you’re at the mercy of my accomplice, Bakugou and I as we are forced to take on the personification of evil since—”

“We’re not villains, dammit.”

“Right! As we’re forced to take on the personification of…of extremely nosy friends since you—”

“I’m not his friend.”

“—are so foolishly willing to endure. So, I have a question for you. Do you like spiders?”

Deku looked up at Iida. “Uh, yea- I-I mean…no…?”

“Oh, really? It's strange that you don't, because the infamous tickle spider says he’s been dying to pay you a visit,” Iida said as he took Deku’s wrists in one hand, pulled them over his head, and used the other to start spidering from his wrists slowly down his arm. “He really likes you! Or more like, it seems he likes your giggles more than anything else!”

“Hhhmmph-!” Deku clamped his mouth shut as Iida’s crawling spider switched randomly from one arm to the other every couple seconds in its descent, feeling like ghost tickles. Light, gentle, and ticklishly maddening. His cheeks grew warmer with the effort to stay silent, but less than seven seconds passed before unstoppable giggles began bubbling out. “Pfffaheehehaha! W-Wahahait! Okahaheheeha - okahahay, thahat reheheheally tihihickles, Iihiidahaha!”

Iida raised his eyebrows. “It does? It’d be wise of you to tell us the flavor then, hero!”

“Nahahahe - nehehever!”

“Hm. You do know where the spider's going, don’t you?” Iida asked quietly.

The spider kept up its attack down his arms, tickling more the closer it got to his underarms, and Deku giggled more frantically with widening eyes. “Nohoho, plehehease, nohohot thehere!”

“THEN SPILL IT, HERO!” Iida bellowed so dramatically, it lowkey made Bakugou jump a little. “Here, I’ll even help you out a bit. Is it banana ice cream?”

“N-Nohoho!”

“Chocolate chip?”

The spider was passing the crook of his elbow. “Nahahaho!”

“Green tea? Or it must be cookie dough, then.”

“Iidahaha!” The spider was mere inches from one of his armpits now, and Deku squeezed his eyes shut. “Nahahaha! Nohohone o-of thohohossse!”

“Wrong answer!”

“EEAHHahahaha!” Deku squealed and jerked when the spider sprang to his neck instead, creating ticklish shockwaves that caused hysterical giggles while he scrunched his shoulders. “AHAhahaha! IIHIHIdahaha - cohohome ohohon - nahahat the neheheck - i-it tickles so bahad!” he pleaded. “Ehehehe! P-PLEEhehehease!”

“Oh? Didn’t think it would tickle this much?” Iida questioned. “Looks like you underestimated your sensitivity! Should’ve considered that before daring to hide such invaluable info from us! Now, I’ll give you another chance. Is it chicken-flavored?”

“Hahahahuh?!” Deku squeaked, grinning wider through his bubbly giggles. “Thahat’s grohohohohoss!”

Iida gasped. “You fiend of a hero! That just so happens to be my favorite ice cream flavor, yet you judge it so harshly? Have you even tried it?”

“Whahahaha? Why wohould-? N-Nohoho wahahahahay!”

“How dare you!” Iida threw both hands down over Deku’s head to lightly scribble and dig into his tummy, but he was so ticklish that even that triggered a wild shrieky giggle fit as he grabbed onto Iida’s arms with his legs flying all over the place.

“HAHAHehehe! IihihiYAHAHahahaha!”

“HEY, FOUR EYES! Quit messing around and take this seriously!!” Bakugou shouted with a twitching eye as Iida snapped his head up to look at him, almost as if he forgot the blond was even there, watching. “You call any of your crap an effective, drastic strategy?!?! The nerd’s not supposed to be having fun, he’s supposed to be crying!”

“Oh. I’m just finding it a bit difficult because…well, I’m tickling him!” Iida chuckled, no longer withholding his playful smile as he tickled around Deku’s neck again. “Besides, my strategy is working. It’s called slowly breaking the hero down. If you were to tire him out too quickly in true interrogation, he’d lose consciousness and be of no use to us. He’ll tell soon enough.”

Bakugou’s frown deepened. “Yeah, right. That’s the most cliché and ineffective strategy I’ve ever seen in my life, if you can even call it that. Thanks for wasting my time. Just don’t get in my — stop kneeing me in the back, Deku!!” Bakugou got off Deku’s waist to sit on his shins, and scratch into both his feet. “This is what you get for trying to give me back problems.”

“KACCHAHahahahan! I trihihied not to! I’m sohohorry!” The mix of harder and softer tickles from them both at once was surprisingly impactful, and Deku became unaware of how much or how little time was passing. Still, he held on.

“Ready to talk, hero?” Iida asked eventually over Deku’s laughter, and the boy just shook his head.

“Sadly, I’ve got several more questions for you, then. Does it tickle more when I do this, this, this, or this, oh, or this?” Iida took his wrists again while the fingers of his other hand poked and wiggled into random spots, under his arms, along his ribs and sides, each poke’s location unpredictable. “What tickles more, hmm? What tickles more?”

“It ahahall tihihickles! Iihihi - staHAHA - stahahahap ahahasking the sahahahame quehehehestion!” Deku cried as Iida started poking along his collarbone, and Bakugou more harshly squeezed his knees and thighs, making him laugh harder as his face grew rosier. “Iihihida - Kahahacchan, plehehehease - kahahahaha-! NooohoHOHO!”

“No? Why are you laughing so much? Poor hero! We’re barely doing anything!”

“Hah. Right. Deku’s too ticklish for his own good.”

Iida smiled at Bakugou. “Yes, yes, devastatingly ticklish! You’re no match for us. I admire your strong will, hero, but I’m afraid that barely two minutes have passed, and you still have plenty more minutes left… Oh, right, unless you tell the truth, of course! Muahahaha!” Iida erupted with melodramatically maniacal laughter, emphasizing the sound with each poke and tickle he gave to Deku who only laughed more hysterically as a result. “Muahahaha - hah-hah!”

“Iiiihiidahahahaha!”

“Kn-Knock it off, you-!” Deku quieted down a little since Bakugou stopped tickling; a hand was sealed over the blond’s mouth as he trembled. Finally, after several moments, he removed his hand with a growl. “That’s it, I’ve just about had it! You’re acting like a complete dumbass, and it’s pissing me off!!”

Iida stopped his tickling as well with furrowed brows. “What are you talking about?”

Bakugou shot his accomplice the most dangerous death glare. “Don’t you dare play dumb. Don’t expect me to take you seriously. You can’t expect Deku to take us seriously when you frickin’- you—”

“Oh, you mean when I laugh like - muahahahaha - haa?” Iida grinned when Bakugou violently slapped both hands over his mouth this time and muffled giggles slipped from behind them as he shook. “Bakugou, how mean! And here I thought I was menacing!”

It wasn’t long before Midoriya’s laughter joined Bakugou’s, and instantly Bakugou tried his best to look murderous again. “And what’re you laughing about, Deku?”

“Nohohothing! It’s...just that I haven’t heard you laugh like that in a while.” Deku smiled warmly. “I just forgot how contagious it is.”

Light red tinged Bakugou’s cheeks and ears.

Silence.

“SHUT UP! So, you’re making fun of me now?!”

“I doubt it. It’s quite a sound,” Iida said.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?! You got a death wish?”

“What? No! I’m just saying it’s a wonderful sound! All laughter is, unless it’s truly maniacal, of course,” Iida insisted while gesturing with an arm.

If looks could kill... “Don’t lie to me! And stop looking at me like that, Deku! You’re still making fun of me in your mind - I can tell by the gleam in your eye!”

“H-Huh? A glea - no, I promise I don’t have a GLEEHAHHEHE!” Deku shrieked as Bakugou clawed ruthlessly into his tummy.

“Yep, definitely making fun of me. Pathetic. Don’t even have the decency to stop laughing,” Bakugou said, smirking.

“Hey - hold on, wait, wait, Bakugou- y-you- wait- you’re ruining my strategy!” Iida protested.

“I told you your strategy sucks, and we’ve only got—” Bakugou’s eyes could‘ve popped out of their sockets when he saw the phone showed they had a little over two minutes left. “Four eyes, look how much time you wasted!”

“Me? You’re the one that stopped tickling him first! And my strategy was working fi—”

“KahahaNaH- WAIIHAHAHAHAHA!” Deku screeched as Bakugou wildly tickled his ribs then dug under his arms that Iida forgot he was still holding up.

“Forget that. This strategy makes him cry with laughter if you do it right. That’s all the strategy we need. Tell us the flavor, Deku, or you won’t survive these last two minutes!”

Less than two minutes, Deku thought through the tickly haze. It was doable. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of himself despite—

“AhahaHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT, KACCHAHAHAN! Nohot -THEHERE!”

“Yes, here. You knew it was only a matter of time. Pff…calling myself being nice before…shoulda done this a long time ago.” Bakugou’s thumbs kneaded warningly into his hip bones, and even that tickled so much that already Deku fell into stronger hysterics.

“NOHOHOHO, PLEHEASE, KAHACCHAHAN!”

“Talk.”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

Bakugou sped up his fingers. “Of course you can’t, you will!”

Deku bumped his shaking head against the floor. “I - EHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Bakugou, I’m telling you that isn’t going to work! Even with the remaining time, we’ve got to be a bit more patient, or else we won’t—”

“OKAHAHAHAHAY! KAHAHA - STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! S-STRAHAHAWBERRY!”

The green-haired teen panted as Bakugou ceased the interrogation. Fifty-two seconds to spare. He looked at Iida triumphantly. “Sorry, what was that?”

The class rep was speechless. “Ah. Strawberry,” he finally murmured, astonished. He looked away with a sigh. “Well…I suppose your strategy—”

“St…strawberry...ihihi…is actually myyhehee…least favorite flavor.”

Iida’s expression contorted into one of horror when he looked up from Deku’s bright, dopey grin to meet Bakugou’s eyes and…disturbingly calm face.

“M-Midoriya! Why on earth would you dare to—”

“AHHHAAHAAAH! NAHAHAHAHEHEE! STAAHAHAHAP KAAACCHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You like that?” Bakugou drilled and squeezed his hips like no tomorrow. “This’ll teach you to make a fool of your interrogators, nerd. Should’ve known, his stupid endurance is way too damn high to just give in so fast—”

Iida let go of his friend’s wrists, and Deku held onto Bakugou’s and tossed his head back with shrill laughter. “Midoriya, you’ve got to think rationally! A-A villain would likely end you immediately for such poorly timed wit!”

“Poorly timed?! That was a thousand percent intentional - now he’s gonna pay for it! You think it’s a game? You think it’s funny, hah? You think you can make a game of your interrogators?! Answer me, Deku!”

“KAHACCHAHAN - BAHA IT IHIHIS A GAHAHAEEE! AHAHAHA- PPFF -! A GAHAHAHAHAHAHE!”

“None of this is a game! None of it!” There was a little under thirty seconds left and Bakugou roared to the high heavens. “I’m through being nice, dammit! Tell us, Deku! Tell us!!”

“NAAHAHAHANAHAHA WAHAHEHEHEEHEHEEY Y-YAHAHAHEHEHEEE!”

“Bakugou, careful! It isn’t our job to kill the hero!”

“He’s still breathing, isn’t he?!”

“Um…” Iida watched cautiously as Deku’s laughter went silent momentarily before more pierced their ears. “Yes, but…”

“Chill, rep. You’re too nice to him sometimes. I’ve done this a bajillion times, so back off, all right? Trust me. He’s not gonna die,” Bakugou said with an eye roll before tickling harder. “NOW DIE, YOU STUPID EXTRA! DIIEE!”

“I-IIHIDA, IHIHI’M OKAHAHAYHEHEE!” Deku assured, sounding like he was on some bumpy tickle roller coaster. The electric tickly feelings shooting through him were exhilarating but as the long seconds ticked on, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more as tears of mirth started welling in his eyes. “OKAHA- OKAHAY, IHIT’S AHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S-!”

“SHUT UP AND TELL ME THE FLAVOR, DEKU!”

“I-IHIHIHIHIT’S-”

“I WON’T LOSE TO YOU, YOU HEAR ME?! I WON’T LOSE TO YOU, YOU PATHETIC LOSER!”

“DAHAHAHAHAHEHE! SHEEHEHEHEHEHEEZZ!”

“Cheese…?”

“AAAHHRRGHH, DAMMIT!!” Bakugou screeched like an animal. “THAT’S IT!!” Nearly in a blind rage, he caught sight of the time on the phone that was under less than five seconds and grabbed it.

“Bakugou?!!”

“You stupid, stubborn little-!” He pushed the time back and watched the seconds shoot up until the phone was out of his reach in Iida’s hand, and he whipped his head up, frothing at the mouth. “The hell?! Give it here, four eyes!”

“Sorry, but I won’t allow it! Now you’re just cheating!”

“Cheating my ass! Your shitty interrogation technique wasted time, plus, there’s no way anyone would be there to save him in six minutes! Give it!”

“No!” Iida said sternly. “And besides, I think he was about to—”

“Whose side are you on, anyway? Wait - you’ve been on his side all along, haven’t you?!”

“On his side-?”

“That explains everything! You - hoho - hnnggrrr!”

“Baku - what do you think you’re - dah!” Iida was too slow for the fired up boy who jumped over Deku to tackle him, grabbing for the phone as they rolled around, grunting, and Iida pushed Bakugou’s chest with his free hand. “Cut it out!”

“Hand it over!”

“We’re supposed to be a team! How dare you attack your own teammate!”

“I’m not attacking a teammate, I’m attacking a traitor!” Bakugou thundered. “Gimme the phone or die!”

“I’m not a traitor! And it’s my phone - ow- watch it-! S-Stop being so childish - listen!” Iida yelled, trying to be heard over Bakugou's painfully loud snarling and quickly losing patience as he further lifted the phone and Bakugou swung after it. “AS ASPIRING PRO HEROES, WE MUST STRIVE TO HANDLE INEVITABLE DISAPPOINTMENTS IN A FAR MORE MATURE MANNER - BEING SLOW TO LOSE PATIENCE WHILE REMAINING CALM, COOL, AND COLLECTED WITH QUIET VOICES AND AN OPTIMISTIC ATTITUDE! AT LEAST ACCEPT THAT WE LOST WITH SOME LEVEL OF HONOR!”

“LIKE HELL I’M JUST GONNA LET—HNnhhnmnrrrgh!” Bakugou was enveloped in a side hug that knocked him far to the side and he landed on his stomach with a knee in his back. “Agh - hey! Get offa me! Deheku-!” He clamped his mouth shut when pressure squeezed up and down the backs of his ribs, and he struggled fiercely, but the awkward way he was pinned made it hard. “You’re not suppohohosed to get f-freehee! Gehehet the hehell ohohoff, y-you idiot!”

“Buhut, you really were just acting like a villain, Kacchan, and you let your guard dohohohown! I had to!” Deku was still a little red-faced and loopy from the tickles. “And now I have to take you down! Surrender!”

“Pfft - surrender? In your dreams!”

“Okay!”

“Hold it - I swear - don’t you dahaHAHAHARE YOU- STAahaHACK DEHEHEHEHEHEHEKUU!” Bakugou roared with laughter when his rival targeted the top of his left set of ribs. When he reached up to try blindly shoving the hand away from behind, it just allowed Deku to take his arm and lift it further with more access to the spot, and his laughter doubled as he slammed his free fist on the floor. “GAHAHA! YOHOHOU ARE SOHOHOHOHO DEHEHEAD!”

“Yeah? I still feel alive right now!” Deku teased and wiggled harder as Bakugou screeched curses and death threats between peals of wild laughter. But the freckled boy faltered when he noticed Iida sitting up, slowly readjusting his glasses and straightening his wrinkled shirt. Then Deku smirked. “Don't think about it. Stay back, Ii- I mean interrogator!”

“Normally I’d be distressed that my accomplice has been taken down, but my allegiance belongs to those who help me out.” Iida was also smirking. “It seems a certain someone’s brought this upon himself, so, it looks like you do have the right to admit defeat, traitor!”

“I’M NAHAHahaha!” Bakugou giggled when Deku switched to skittering his nails along a sensitive spot at the back of his neck. “I’m nohohot the trahaitor, you are! It wahas in your plahan a-all alohohohong to have Deku attahahack me, wahahasn’t it!”

Iida stared wide eyed at the horrid accusation before a playful smirk returned. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but maybe I do consider myself a crafty mastermind! Muahahahaha!”

“Noho, shuhuuhut - I w-wihIHILL dehehestroy yohohou!” Bakugou warned, trying desperately to hold in his building laughter because of Iida. “Dohohohon’t you fuhuckin’ stahahahahart!”

Iida’s smile grew. “Hm? Don't start what? Don't start the muahahaha-”

“SeheheHEE YOU IN THE AFTERLIFE, YOU BASTARD!”

Iida couldn’t contain his burst of laughter to save his life as he shot up just as Bakugou bucked Deku off his back and went after him.

“C’mon, Kacchan, nooo! Iida, better stop laughing - quick!” Deku chuckled, just lying there cheesing like an idiot.

“I-I’m trying- ahall right - forgive me, Bakugou - I cohouldn’t help it!”

“You can help a lot of things! You think you're just so funny, huh?”

“I wouldn't consider myself funny, b-but apparently you think I am!”

“No, an annoying smartass is what you are! And just real mature.” Bakugou couldn’t force away his grin, but it was murderous. “Oho, now you're really gonna get it!”

It was amazing they could move around so freely since the room was small, yet Bakugou kept going after Iida who moved like lightning and expertly dodged things as always. Iida dove over Deku’s bed, almost smacked violently into a wall, nearly knocked over Deku’s trash can, barely missed stubbing his toe on the desk chair, crouched behind a dresser, sprang up again—

“AaaAAHH! Okay, please - w-watch out - don’t run into myyyeee! Guys, this room is way too small to - t-that’s got-! My All Might picture frame— maybe we should take this outside - i-it’s a beautiful niiigHEEE! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease look out!” Deku cried with frantically waving arms.

Both Deku and Iida yelped when the latter slipped on Deku’s All Might laptop bag strewn on the floor and crashed. Bakugou leapt at him.

“GAH! Bak - nohoho!” Iida struggled under Bakugou and made sloppy grabs for his flying hands while trying to stifle his laughter that was lessening his strength and speed, but the way Bakugou’s arms swung all over the place to evade each grab just heightened his amusement. “Wait! Dohohon't! Stop mohoving your ahaharms like - l-lihike-!”

“I’m not even doing anything, idiot, so get that dumb smile off your face!” Bakugou smirked and repeatedly tickle tased his sides, making Iida shriek a little with his arms jolting as his head fell back and he laughed between giddily panicked apologies.

“BAHAHAkugohou! I sahahaid I’m sohoHOHORRY!”

“You're gonna pay for that liE - eheHEHEHEHEY!” Suddenly their positions were reversed, and Bakugou was on the floor, twitching and flailing from the ticklish jolts that shot to his hips.

“Did you think a mastermind would go down without a fight?” Iida laughed and reached back to squeeze Bakugou’s knees, causing him to nearly squeal as he kicked. “Not so loud!” Iida teased.

“Whahahahy you-!” Bakugou found the strength to fight back, and they were rolling around yet again, attacking each other with tickles as Deku watched, both terrified and amused. But soon Bakugou, with one hand attacking under Iida’s arm, got the upper hand again.

“Thahat’s it! Quihihit trying to kihihill me, lohoser!” Bakugou snickered and finally caught his opponent’s wrists, managing to wrestle and pin part of Iida’s arms under his knees before he attacked his defenseless torso like crazy with merciless tickles, determined not to give him a chance at retaliation. “It’s your turn to die, not mine. Just accept it.”

“I cahahan’t accehept - haHAHEhehey, Bahakugahaha - ahahaHA! Stahahahahap! Ohoho nohohoho! N-No fahaihihehe-!” Iida tugged at his arms with a widening, helpless grin, and his choked giggles soon became boisterous laughter from the unhindered attack. “WaHAHAHAIT! Nohohot fahahahair!”

Bakugou chuckled victoriously. “Yes, fair. Can't laugh like a maniacal moron now when you’re laughing like this, huh? Can you? Huh? Huh?” he asked with ruthless pokes and prods all over his tummy each time.

“Pffft - NOHOHOhohahaHAHaha!”

“That’s what I thought.”

Iida shook his head. “M-Mihihidorihihiya, hehehehelp mehehe! Bakugou i-is tihickling mehehehEHE!”

“He is? I didn’t notice!” Deku had grabbed one of Iida’s ankles to lightly scribble at his foot. “Sorry, Iida, I was gonna help, but then I realized doing that would mean helping an evil mastermind, which I can’t do! I mean, I didn’t even know I was being manipulated to attack Kacchan! I also didn’t know your feet were ticklish! You’ve been hiding a lot of things, huh, mastermind?”

“Yeah, what was that mastermind thing about anyway? You wanna explain?” Bakugou asked suspiciously.

Iida had a nervous smile. “Ohohoho, that? I thihink an ehehexplanation is confidential!”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“It is?” Deku asked. Iida’s quiet giggles and squirming, his playful mood in general, warmed Deku’s heart, and he was more than happy to keep playing along as he shifted to sit on Iida’s shins and positioned his fingers at his heel, slowly crawling up his foot. “Okay, then would it still be confidential if the tickle spider comes out to climb and climb and go and goooo all the way up to your-”

“Wahahait! No, stahahahap, Mihidoriyaha! N-Nohot the spider!”

“Not the spider?” Deku froze.

“No!” Iida yelled, already giggling more.

Deku grinned cheekily. “Okay, then what about the…tickle ladybug? What if she climbs and climbs and goes and goooes aaall the way up to your-”

“Th-That’s the sahame thihihing! I knohow where yohohou’re gohoing - plehehe plehehehease! Nohohot the tohoes! Nohohot the - NahAHO NOHOHOT THE TOHOHOES, MIHIHIDORIYAHAHA!” Iida burst into cackles.

“Haha! The ladybug’s not tickling your toes, silly, shehehe’s under them!” Deku emphasized by digging and wiggling more under Iida’s toes, delighted by the renewed stream of rich laughter it pulled from his friend as he pulled his toes back so he could gently scratch there better. “Try not to move so much, okay? I know you’re really ticklish here, but she really needs to settle down into her new home! Try to be more welcoming, Iida!”

Iida was losing it. “GAHAHAHAHA! MihiHIDAHAHAHA - I-I cahahan’t wehehelcome-! Shehehe cahaHAHAN’T STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! NAHHAHAHAHAHAHO!” The boy was blushing and laughing so much from the teasing, he started snorting. “I-IHIHIT’S WOHOhohorse, ahahall rihihight?! I sahaid uhunder the TOHOES IS WOHOHORSE, Y-YOU TRAHAHAITOR!”

“Worse? How could it be? Look at how much it makes you - oops!” Deku’s fingers fell away when he let Iida’s foot wiggle from his grasp. “Looks like you just kicked the ladybug out. Her feelings are kind of hurt, but maybe she can try the other home?” Deku giggled and caught Iida’s other foot, fingers slowly tickling their way back up. “Hang tight, she’ll be there sooooon!”

“Mi - d-dohohon’t start ohohover! Bakugou, hehehelp! Plehehease stahahap hihim! Mihihi - h-hehehe’s gohohahaha-! G-Going fohor theheheheha - HAAhahahaa!” Iida playfully protested, further blushing and giggling maddly with his eyes shut tight, and Bakugou rolled his eyes. So cringey, Deku. But he hadn’t even realized that he was smiling a little and had stopped tickling at some point because he was so amused by the two’s silliness.

The silliness was contagious, actually, and Bakugou found himself glowering playfully at Iida. “Sorry, can’t hear you. You said he’s going for the what?”

Iida pried one of his eyes open. “The t-tohohoes ahahagain!”

Bakugou snorted. “Tch! It should be my ants you're worried about.” His “ants” crawled up to knead lightly into his ribs, which actually gave a strong reaction. Bakugou wasn’t usually one to give lighter tickles, but it looked like they worked on Iida. “Or maybe these butterflies are better,” he said as his fingers flew up to tickle Iida’s neck, then fluttered over his ears, causing the boy to sputter with a short shriek of laughter through his giggles, and Bakugou couldn’t help laughing a little himself. “Jeez, looks like you're super damn ticklish with any insect.”

“I think you’re right, Kacchan! But mine tickles more, right, mastermind?”

“Yohohou bohohoth are rihihidiculous! I dohon’t - knaHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIHIHIDORIYA! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The ladybug had reached under his toes again, scribbling there and along the arch of his foot.

“See? I think he agrees!” Deku beamed at Bakugou who looked over his shoulder to smirk at him.

“Bull. Your stupid ladybug’s no match for my worms!” Bakugou managed to worm his fingers up under Iida’s arms, wiggling them just as wildly and grinning at his booming laughter. “Right, four eyes? Don’t worry about hurting Deku’s feelings. You can tell the truth.”

“I DOHOHAHA DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW! IHIHIT’S AHALL M-MAHADDENING, YOHOHAHAHA - NAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU WIHIHILL BOHOHOTH PAHAHAY, YOU M-MEHEHERCILEHEHESS VIHIHILLAINS!” Deku and Bakugou kept up their little competition of whose “insects” are more effective, the tickling sensations just as maddening to Iida as they were fun.

Eventually, Iida admitted he could explain his mastermind role, and the boys stopped, all for the blue-haired teen to trip over his words through his subsiding laughter while he gave a purposefully terrible explanation that made no sense, resulting in more tickles. They continued their fun of being goofy together a little longer until Iida truly had enough, and they relented.

But once they all settled down around the room, it wasn’t long before they fully acknowledged how noisy they’d been, and they were surprised they’d received no noise complaints. Every dorm room was designed somewhat soundproof so students in neighboring rooms wouldn’t be disturbed when sleeping or doing homework, but still, the possibility that their commotion had gone completely unheard by others was pretty amusing.

“Wehehell…it’s interesting to know no one outside this room cared about my well-being enough to rush to my aid, even though I was suffering such a near-fatal attack,” Iida said jokingly, still catching his breath a little as he smoothed his messy hair down.

“Whatever, Mr. Dramatic.”

“Mr. Dramatic?” Deku’s nose crinkled. “Kacchan…what kind of name is that?”

“What?” Bakugou smirked faintly. “It fits him perfectly.”

“Well, I beg to differ!” Iida said dramatically with the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

Deku smiled slowly. “Wait, but..” You’re…also kind of dramatic, Kac—

“I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, YOU DAMN NERD - I’M NEVER DRAMATIC! And even in the unlikely case I was, you got a problem with it?”

“No, nope! Not at all, I promise!”

“Yeah. Thought so.”

A few more seconds ticked by, and Deku tried to suppress them, but trying to just caused his string of giggles to sound so funny when they flew out that it made Iida snort quietly…which made Deku giggle again, and Iida chuckled. Which made Deku giggle yet again. And soon the two just fed off each other’s laughter until they were both laughing hard, Iida hugging his stomach where he sat leaning against a wall while Deku rolled around, banging his fist on the floor as he mirthfully cried, “Oh man, what did we just do??!”

Bakugou just watched them incredulously.

“You both can’t be serious right now. Total dorks.”

“Shh, Mihihidoriya!”

“Ahahand!” Deku’s joy was fueled by his memories. “And - and, and - you should’ve seen how you two were ping-ponging all around the room, and you both almost broke my picture frame an - ahhhahaha!”

“Midoriya, I was running for my life back then, and ahahall you were concerned about was your All Might merchandise!” Iida exclaimed. “What a friend!”

“But Iida, that picture frame’s a limited edition!”

“Oh, I don’t want to hear it!”

“Running for your life? Give me a break. Could’ve fooled me since you ran past the door like five times,” Bakugou grumbled.

“F-Fihihive times!” Deku howled at the fact Bakugou had been counting.

Iida blushed slightly. “W- how irresponsible would it have been for me to bring such chaos out into the halls and common area at this study hour? And besides, maybe I—”

“Yeah, yeah, save it.”

Deku suddenly quieted down.

“…Midoriya?” Iida started to calm down also, his smile slowly fading with the silence. “Is something the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really… But…oh, man…so…” The lighthearted atmosphere shifted further. Finally Deku spoke again a bit timidly. “Please don’t be mad, okay?” He couldn’t meet either of his friends’ curious gazes as guilt crept over him. He twiddled his thumbs. “I um…”

Six seconds later.

“…So… I kind of…”

Ten seconds later.

“I - uh - well, I mean, I…sort of...”

“Deku! What is it?!” Bakugou boomed and then grated his teeth together at Iida’s subtle, disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that! We’ll be ninety-two before he says anything!”

“Okay.” Deku let out a slow breath. “I don’t have a favorite ice cream flavor at all.”

“Wait. What?” said Bakugou.

“I never said I had a favorite ice cream flavor - you sort of just assumed, Kacchan, s-so I thought it was fun not to stop you,” Deku said in a rush, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d mentioned I didn’t have a favorite flavor back when we were little, remember? J-Just because I've never cared for any kind of ice cream much. But…but I do really like cherry sherbert,” he added weakly.

“Pff.” Bakugou was...actually calm. Maybe it had to do with all the playful exertion, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry or bothered at all, really. He stood up and walked towards the door. “Who cares.”

Deku sat there a little surprised before he finally found his voice again. “Where you going?” he asked quietly.

Bakugou looked over his shoulder. “You coming for dinner or what? Can’t expect to finish crushing this project with you nerds holding me back cuz you’re starving.”

“Ah, that’s right, we’re almost late!” Iida checked the time and stood as well, Deku following suit, and the faint smell of Aizawa’s cooking became more evident as they approached the door. “Everyone’s probably already there. Good looking out, Bakugou.”

“Don’t sound so impressed. You know I always keep track of time,” Bakugou said.

“…Right.” Iida didn’t sound convinced by the statement, but actually, he didn’t seem fully present, either. He looked lost in thought.

Deku tilted his head. “Iida, what’s up?”

“Nothing. Well, it's just...perhaps I should already know this. But, sherbert is a form of ice cream, isn’t it?” the class rep wondered, looking curious beyond compare. Bakugou and Deku stopped, looked at him, then glanced at each other. Their mouths opened briefly and then closed again, unable to answer.

Maybe they would never know.

#tickle fic #fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha tickle #bnha tickle #Izuku #Midoriya #Deku #Katsuki #Bakugou #Tenya #Iida #tickle game #tickle interrogation #tickle community #friendship #humor #anime #fluff #ice cream #organized fun gone wrong #chaotic #Bakugou and Iida get along for a good five seconds lol #jk they are all friends :3 #Iida has annoying little brother tendencies but also protective big brother ones #even though he's the youngest of the three XD #Chaotic fic