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Hook Up (re-post+re-write)

Somebody hooked up in the boys' bathroom and the evidence is left behind on the common room’s table.

“Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

The og post is here on my ao3! suggestive material. afab+fem reader

It rocked the entire Class 1A dormitory, showing up out of nowhere like a thief in the night. The only hint left behind alongside the evidence was a small note from the cleaning company UA hired to maintain the dorms weekly. Folded neatly and placed delicately smack dab on the middle of the table in the living room, was an equally neat, and delicate thong.

By the time the majority of class 1A had woken up, the garment had been poked, prodded, and flung like a frisbee by all those who had the misfortune of curiously picking it up. It was all for nought though. Those who were brave enough to play investigator were only left with more questions than answers after realizing just what the mysterious material was.

Ojiro who was currently closest to it, having sat down to watch the morning news, was struggling in vain to keep his eyes on the TV. Even Tokoyami who had his lustrous feathers to cover up his blushed cheeks fidgeted as he listened to the forecast.

Seconds ticked by like hours.

They’d both rather sit in awkward silence and act like it wasn’t there. Nobody dared to be the fool who would bring attention to it.

That fool's name was Denki Kaminari.

“Gooood morning, future heros! And just what are we watching today on televi- holy shit!”

Most of the dorm’s inhabitants paid no mind to the electric quirk user, already having become accustomed to his sporadic yelling about this and that topic. Kaminari, however, was quite literally short circuiting where he stood. “Is that a th-th-th-”

“Thong!?” Midoriya slapped both of his hands over his mouth. After turning the corner, he got the shock of his life from seeing the talk of the morning hanging off the side of the table.

The usually meek male’s outburst caused more than one head to turn, until eventually almost the entire class was crowded around Midoriya, and more importantly- the table.

Mumbles were exchanged amongst the cluster. It was hot on everyone’s mind, wondering just who it belonged to. Some students shrugged while others blushed. There were even the few who slipped away, not wanting to bother themselves with the drama.

“Oi! Stop crowding the fucking TV, you extras. What’s everybody standing around for, huh?” Bakugou shoved his way to the center, his irritation only skyrocketing when his question went unanswered. It was rhetorical, of course, but how dare they ignore him! Just what was so important that they couldn’t be bothered to even give him a reaction?

“Um, Kacchan?”

‘No. Anybody but him,’ Bakugou internally moped. ‘He’s not the damn attention I was looking for.’

Bakugou’s eyes did a quick glance of the room before locking on your form in the kitchen with laser-like accuracy. Seeing you provided the hot head with a temporary reprieve, your melodic giggling successfully fending off his incoming headache.

He almost smiled to himself at how cute you looked in your apron but it was quickly slapped off after hearing Midoriya’s attempt to answer his initial question.

“There’s, uh…” Midoriya glanced around for help, but nobody was taking the bait. His green orbs darted all over the room before focusing on the pair of underwear. He swore it felt like it had eyes and was staring back at him.

Bakugou, as always, quickly caught on and let out a harsh bark of irritated laughter.

“Hah! So, that’s what’s got everyone with a stick up their asses? Well, I’ll tell ya this much, whoever’s it is must really be looking for an ass beating. I sit on this couch!” He eyed the sofa with disgust.

“It came from the bathroom actually.”

Several pairs of eyes turned towards the redhead in shock after hearing his confession.

“Kirishima? I didn’t know you had it in you, buddy!” Sero wrapped an arm around his now stuttering friend’s shoulder and ushered him towards the table. Even if it wasn’t Kirishima’s, he didn’t mind his friend taking the blame. Anything to get the underwear out of sight already.

Being under the heat of everyone’s gaze, Kirishima quickly put his hands up in surrender, eyes bugging out.

“What? N-No! It wasn’t me, man!” He held up a single cardstock as if it were made of glass, hoping the paper would prove his supposed innocence. “I mean, that’s just what the note says!”

“Ahem! ‘Found this in the boy’s bathroom when we were cleaning and laundered it for you! Enjoy~ Yamamoto's Cleaning Company.’” Kaminari read aloud to the room before he scoffed and flung the card onto the table. “Yeah, they did enjoy themself, I’m sure.” He eyed his friend wearily and Kirishima waved him off.

“Hey, it wasn’t me, guys. I don’t wear things like that anyways.”

“...We all have our preferences.”

It was just a low mumble, but those who had heard it turned to Sero. “I-I just meant that some guys prefer wearing that type of thing! I didn’t mean it was mine! Besides, that can’t even fit me!” Sero backed up slowly as if he had committed a crime and Bakugou smirked wickedly.

“I bet we can make it fit you!” The blond snatched the thong and charged towards Sero. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that his brain registered just how soft the lace was. “Argh!” Bakugou suddenly dropped the thong on the floor as if it were made of fire.

The room silenced itself as everyone stared at Bakugou. He looked down at his own hand incredulously. He couldn’t believe his own appendage just betrayed him like that. Purposely using his innocent hand to rub his reddening cheek roughly, he protested. “Hey, don’t you fuckers look at me like that. Just because I touched it doesn’t mean I know whose it is.”

“How do we know it’s not yours?” Kaminari grinned, turning the tables and successfully diverting everyone’s attention.

“It’s fucking not, okay?! That frilly shit ain’t mine. In fact,” He turned around towards the kitchen. “Oi! You extras gonna spend all day over there? Your cover’s been blown so might as well own up to this shit!”

The group looked over, uninterested, and turned back to their own conversations. “Hey!” Bakugou screeched, the vein in his forehead throbbing with irritation. “Don’t fucking ignore me! I’m talking to you shitheads!”

You glanced over your shoulder at the guys in the living room section of the common area and commented off handedly,

“We’re not interested in your dick measuring contest. Go away.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped and before he could go over and give you a piece of his mind, Mina threw an arm over your shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yeah! We’re trying to make banana bread over here and you’re totally distracting us. Go find someone else to yell at!” You two joined Uraraka where she was dicing up the fruit and Bakugou growled. He’d been brushed off one too many times today.

“If one of you extra bitches don’t come here and move your fucking thong from the table, I’m going to blow it the fuck up!”

That certainly did the trick.

Turning in unison, there were varying looks of horror stretched across each of their faces. Yours included.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Now, hurry it up.”

Banana bread long forgotten, the crowd around the table grew larger as the fairer half of the class joined in.

“So, which one of you lovely ladies are a fan of lace?” Denki smirked and pointed at the floor where Bakugou had ever so gracefully dropped the item.

It was almost amusing how their eyes collectively widened in recognition, everyone’s gazes sticking to the floor like glue, lest one of them look up and give away whose it was. It was like watching an organized crime.

“We’re waiting,” Denki singsonged teasingly.

“Whatever! You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.” Toru’s shirt wrinkled from where she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah! How do we know it’s not one of yours?” Mina piped in.

Bakugou’s face flushed as he remembered the feeling of the soft material in his hands, and for once, he opted to keep his mouth shut.

“W-Well, it doesn’t fit us, and none of us have claimed it as our own. So, logically it has to be one of yours. Not that we’re blaming you! It’s just... we would appreciate it if you moved it from the common room. Oh! I’m not saying it’s ugly! It’s actually, uh, very nice! W-Wait! What I meant is-”

“What Midoriya is trying to say is, although it is a very attractive garment, it is highly inappropriate to have laying around casually in a shared environment. These matters should be kept private!” Iida firmly concluded his speech with a chop, though his pink cheeks and ears gave away just how flustered he was.

“How do you know it wouldn’t fit you though?” Tsuyu thought out loud with a bulbous finger to her chin.

Everyone blinked and looked around. Her words infiltrated their minds and caused everyone to look at each other suspiciously. The tall male who had been standing in the corner and silently watching the whole debacle stepped forward with an annoyed face.

Todoroki bent down to pick up the garment delicately, causing a few gasps. His deft fingers swiftly unraveled it, paying no mind to the chattering around him. It was glaringly obvious that it was not his size after he pinned the material against his own hips. Waiting a few moments to let it sink in for everyone, he sighed heavily before placing it back on the table.

“It doesn’t belong to me. Don’t waste my time on things like this,” he deadpanned and walked off without a hitch.

Everyone stared at his back until he disappeared from view, his bold actions replaying over and over again in their heads.

Kaminari snorted and broke the silence.

“Well, his hips certainly don’t lie!”

A collective groan resonated through the room at his quip but Bakugou ignored it. They weren’t getting any closer to solving the root of the problem and it was eating away at him big time.

“Well, if you girls are gonna be a wuss then too bad,” Bakugou all but growled out. “Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

...Was the deal that had been made a week ago, but there was still no luck. The common room was almost always populated by either a random gaggle of friends or even lone riders. No doubt, that was one of the reasons the rightful owner probably hesitated in trying to anonymously retrieve their undergarment. Even after a fortnight, the launderers had once again washed and replaced the thong on the table, clearly not willing to take part in whatever weird hijinks were happening in the dorms.

Having made a home of the communal table for longer than a celebrity marriage, the garment almost seemed like a decoration. Still, nobody would dare put the remote too close or openly stare at it, lest any accusations befall them.

By now, the shock value had dissipated and most turned a blind eye, save for one man.

“I wonder if whoever owns that thing had to go commando because they were missing it,” Kaminari mused with a hand on his chin. Sero snorted. Leave it to Kaminari to approach the subject in the most obscure way possible.

“You idiot. Obviously, they would have more than one pair of underwear. Stop being weird,” Sero chided him, though he failed to mention that the exact thought had run across his mind before as well. Kaminari waved him off and turned towards Mina who was seated on an adjacent couch while typing on her phone.

“Hey, Mina! Do you know whose it is?” Denki wiggled his eyebrows playfully and Kirishima slapped the blonde’s shoulder lightly for asking such a question.

“Dude! You can’t just ask her that. You’ll make her uncomf-”

“Yep.”

The boys turned to look at her and she shrugged, “I’m not telling whose it is, but all of the girls know who it belongs to... and the story behind it.”

“The… story?” Kirishima mimicked her dramatic pause hesitantly, not knowing if he should take it any further. Mina unashamedly giggled, a wicked joy taking over her at how they all subconsciously leaned closer with red faces.

“Well, duh! You don’t think it just grew legs and crawled into the Men’s bathroom on it’s own, do ya? The owner of this pretty, little thing,” she stretched her legs that were perched on the table to nudge it with a sock covered toe, “was engaging in some… after practice, practice with somebody and forgot to pick it up on her way out.”

“‘After practice, practice?’” Sero was thoroughly perplexed. Kirishima stayed quiet but his brow furrowed in confusion.

“She means shower sex, you idiots!” Toru groaned from behind them and got up from the couch to leave. The remaining group blushed and Denki cleared his throat nervously.

Does he dare ask?

“Do you, uh, do you know who the guy she was with is?”

Mina smirked wider.

“You betcha.”

Over the next week, the thong was like a washed up pop star, it’s infamy resurfacing after the newest batch of rumors. News had eventually spread of just why the thong was found in the bathroom, and now nobody could look at it without blushing at the implications. Still, a few brave souls were seated in the common room tensely, trying desperately to keep their gazes on the TV screen. A sudden click from behind let them know that they would be having company. Uraraka glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Heyo, Mr. Aizawa!” She greeted him with a wave before she turned back around to continue watching the movie.

Wait. Everyone froze in synchronization so perfectly that they probably could’ve formed an Olympic swim team- and won gold.

“Mr. Aizawa?!”

Looking between the scraggly man, and the thong on the table, the group of adults panicked.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya chuckled nervously and glanced over his own shoulder. Kirishima quickly evacuated his seat and was now lounging on the table in order to block their teacher's direct line of sight from the enemy.

Midoriya scratched his cheek and laughed nervously. “Haha, you usually only come here once a month to make sure all of our appliances are working p-properly! What are you doing here?!”

Aizawa deadpanned and walked closer to where they were.

“I came here as I usually do once a month to make sure all of your appliances are working properly.”

His flat sarcasm made Midoriya wince. So, that certainly didn’t buy them any time. Momo bit her lip in thought, eyes sweeping the room for a life line. Eventually she landed on the kitchen and jumped out of her seat.

“Mr. Aizawa! As you are a guest here, please, allow me to make you a cup of tea!” She placed a hand on his back and turned to steer him towards the kitchen.

“Yeah! Yaomomo makes the best tea, Sir. Heh, you should really try it!” Uraraka joined her friend in guiding their teacher to the kitchen and glanced behind at the guys. Both ladies turned slightly, frantically motioning with their hands and mouthing ‘hide it!’

It was a battle of willpower between Midoriya, Kirishima, Bakugou and Todoroki. They glanced between themselves, all looking at the others as if to say, ‘I’m not doing it, you do it!’

“That’s very nice, ladies, but I don’t have time for tea,” Aizawa started walking back towards the table with such conviction that even Bakugou felt his heart drop.

“Hurry the fuck up before Aizawa sees it, shitheads!’ Bakugou said as quietly as he could. Which wasn’t very quiet at all.

“Sees what?” Their professor walked closer, suspecting something now.

They were so dead.

Being the one closest to it, Kirishima quickly snatched the thong up. He looked down to the left, and down to the right. Ah, dammit! Why didn’t his pants have any pockets?! A lightbulb flashed over his head and he stuffed it under the waistband of his sweatpants with break-neck speed, proud of his own quick thinking. A second later, he seemed to realize what he just did, making his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Before he could take it out and hide it somewhere else, their teacher rounded the corner of the sofa and stared down the four men harshly. There was a shuffling of feet and when they turned, they could see Uraraka and Momo giggling and running upstairs, leaving them to deal with this alone. So much for class solidarity!

“What’s going on here.” Rather than a question, it was a dry statement that got no answer. Aizawa sighed and looked around.

Bakugou was leering ferociously at the television. Normal. Midoriya nervously vibrated like a broken Tracfone while staring into space. Normal. Todoroki was watching him head on with that blank look on his face. Normal.

The scene looked so mundane, but there was a rosy tint sweeping their faces that made Aizawa raise an eyebrow. He did one more glance around and stopped at the red haired man sitting in the middle of the couch. “Kirishima. What are you doing?”

“Yip!” Kirishima jolted upon hearing his name. His legs were stretched straight so that his heels were firmly resting on top of the table, but it didn’t help ground him at all. If the sweat pooling his forehead didn’t make it obvious, his posture certainly did. A steel rod couldn’t compare to how stiff his back was, and trembling hands cupped his crotch shakily. Clearly, he was up to something. “Uh, nothing, sir!”

“Let me see your hands,” his professor asked, thinking there would be something the man was hiding in his palms. He didn’t put it past his students to try sneaking prohibited items into the dorms. So long as it wasn’t a weapon, he didn't care quite frankly. Still, the atmosphere in the room left a lot to be desired, so he pushed forward with his investigation. Kirishima shakily moved his hands and Aizawa stiffened. “...What is that?”

They all trailed their eyes to awkwardly stare at Kirishima’s lap.

There was a slight bulge in his pants from where the garment had balled up, but the size and shape was almost a criminal offence. Aizawa wasn’t one to pry, but it was obvious that there was something hiding in his pants.

The room was quiet until Todoroki broke it, lifeless as usual.

“Oh. I think that’s just his quirk, Sir.”

Aizawa slapped a hand over his eyes and sighed.

“Never in my life thought I would ask this, but...What are you hiding in your pants, Kirishima?”

Midoriya discreetly rolled his quivering lips into his mouth, but Bakugou wasn’t as considerate with his loud snort. Kirishima shot Bakugou a dirty look before shaking his head.

“Uh, it’s n-nothing!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr. Aithawa,” Kirishima bit his tongue by accident from how nervous he was.

Aizawa sighed heavily and walked away, letting them breathe a collective sigh of relief.

“Midoriya.”

Oh, no.

They all turned around and saw their professor had moved to stand directly behind the dark haired male.

Oh, no.

“What is Kirishima hiding in his pants?”

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Talk about strategy, he went straight for their weakest link! Bakugou discreetly shook his head at his childhood enemy, and made a slitting motion over his throat.

“I’m not going to ask again, Midoriya,” Aizawa stared at him sternly.

“Eep! He’s hiding a size __, black, lace thong in his pants, Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya slapped a hand over his mouth, and everyone’s eyes widened. Aizawa from not expecting it, and the others from the amount of detail he just went into.

The world shook under the weight of Aizawa’s sigh. He headed straight for the exit of the dorms, not even bothering to check their appliances. The entire way there, he mumbled something along the lines of, ‘be a teacher Mic said…’

Four sets of eyes followed him to the exit, and only when they were sure that the coast was clear did Kirishima quickly pull the garment out of his pants. Throwing it on the table carelessly, his entire face rivaled his hair from how warm the thong got whilst inside his clothing. His entire body was practically an anchor by now, sinking under the stress he had just been put through, making him melt into the couch.

“No fucking way,” Bakugou said rashly. He chuckled lowly and pressed the heels of his palms over his eyes, his grating laughter only growing in volume. Kirishima used whatever energy he had left to glance over at the uncharacteristic display while Midoriya and Tododroki stared openly at the ticking time bomb.

Surprisingly enough, Bakugou wiped a few humorous tears from his eyes and got up while pointing a finger towards his classmate. “Is that your quirk too?”

Bakugou snorted one last time and walked off to go upstairs while the three remaining men followed where he had just pointed.

“Oh!” Kirishima blushed wildly, Midoriya squeaked, and Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the firm lump that had started to form where the hidden thong had been just seconds ago, the outline too pronounced and smooth to be considered a part of his quirk.

“I’m beat, guys. You finish watching the rest without me,” Sero got up and stretched out his lazy limbs before stumbling off in the direction of the elevator.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head in too now,” Kaminari faked a yawn before darting after Sero, yelling over his shoulder, “have fun cleaning up!”

“Wha- guys!” Kirishima turned to stop them, but the room had already cleared out. The mess of empty cans and wappers littering the floor was definitely more than a one man job. Hell, they even left behind the empty pizza boxes! Kirishima groaned and took off the TV. Better start now if he wanted to finish anytime before dawn.

Luckily, it didn’t take too long before the living room was passable for habitation. Spotting one last empty candy wrapper poking out from underneath the table, Kirishima dropped to his knees to retrieve it. He was only an inch away when soft whispers slithered into his ears. He’d seen one horror movie too many during their weekend marathon and was ready to assemble the entire 1-A to do some Ghostbusting when he caught on to just what was being whispered.

“Go get it already. I heard them take the elevator up,” a low voice commanded.

“Me?! Why do I have to get it?!”

Kirishima froze as he recognized your voice. He blushed lightly when he thought of the new blouse you donned earlier, but quickly waved the mental image away. He needed to focus!

“Because it’s yours,” your male counterpart reasoned.

Kirishima tilted his head in confusion, his freshly washed hair almost serving as a mop for the dust bunnies on the ground. With a quiet gasp, he quickly pieced together what the two of you were talking about and gulped. Glancing up at where the thong was on the table, he panicked. You were coming to get it now?! He couldn’t let you two see him! That would be way too embarrassing!

As quietly as he could, Kirishima shuffled to lay on the floor and slid himself under the table.

The footsteps got closer and it made your voice all the more distinct to his red ears.

“I don’t care if it’s mine, you’re the one who put it in your pocket! You should have been more careful to not drop it!”

“Well, excuse me. I was busy trying to balance you against the wall while trying not to slip. I would never forgive myself if I dropped you,” The last part was mumbled quieter than the rest and Kirishima’s eyes widened before he heard a quiet ‘aw.’ Soft and wet sounds of lip meeting lip echoed in the now empty room and Kirishima swore he would join in with that symphony of noises soon if his pounding heart didn’t pipe down. Luckily, after a few moans and sighs, the kissing ceased.

“You’re still not off the hook. Go get it for me.” There was a pause and Kirishima could only assume whoever was with you was rolling their eyes before he heard a loud slap.

Kirishima gasped quietly. Right as his knee bent to push himself up so that he could give a piece of his mind to whoever just dared lay a hand on you, he heard a needy moan that had him literally drop dead to the floor.

“Stop acting like such a brat,” the deep voice was muffled and Kirishima willed his breaths to quiet down when you whined in response.

“Mmm, but please go get it? Can you do that for me, baby?”

There was another spank, though significantly softer this time, and a sigh.

“Fine.”

The footfalls approaching the table pounded like a drum in Kirishima’s well trained ears despite it actually being as light as a feather. Whoever was coming to retrieve the thong could be an assassin with how light their steps were! Wait- This wasn’t the time for that! Judging by the sound of the spanking earlier, he definitely did not want to get caught either. Bringing his knees to his chest, Kirishima cursed softly when his clothes made a swiping noise from brushing the bottom of the table.

The figure walking towards Kirishima paused momentarily, feet right in front of his face now.

The redhead wanted to peek out from under the table but he was scared of getting caught. Instead, he racked his brain to try and place where he had seen those socks before. Wears plain, white socks and walkes quieter than a mouse, huh?

He waited a few minutes in sheer anxiety after he heard the elevator go up before climbing out and dusting off his clothing.

Oh, right! The wrapper!

He bent back down to snatch up the trash and went to throw it out when he heard that same deep voice from earlier, though it was tinged with something darker now.

“Kirishima.”

Kirishima froze in place. There wouldn’t happen to be another ‘Kirishima’ in the dorm, would there? He thought the pepperoni pizza from earlier would come up from how badly his stomach churned. Still, he had to face the facts, so he turned with a nervous smile on his face.

Despite his classmate’s harsh visage, the blow was softened by the slightly twisted and rumpled night shirt he wore. No doubt his rare sloppy apparel was the result of the frisky movements he had engaged in with you just moments prior. Kirishima trailed his gaze upwards and froze at the intensity in those mismatched eyes.

“Todoroki! Hey, buddy! Come down to watch some late night television? There’s a real gnarly documentary I saved on the DVR if you wanna watch it!” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck nervously and smiled as if he hadn’t just overheard the man in front of him engage in light foreplay.

Todoroki looked down at him, arms crossed over his broad chest and thoroughly unamused. He walked closer and Kirishima couldn’t help but notice how messy his hair was, the paler half being bathed with strands of red and vice versa. Even his thin lips showed slight signs of swelling. These perverse observations were cut off by Todoroki’s stern warning.

“Not that you will ever be in another situation that warrants it, but don’t touch any of my girlfriend’s undergarments again.”

Kirishima gave him a rapid nod and Todoroki returned it before walking off. He paused at the doorway with tense shoulders, voice doing nothing to hide his anger. “Also, if you ever think of her in a way that causes you to become aroused again, we’re going to have a problem.”

Kirishima blushed deeply when he thought back to his boner on the couch.

“Heh, don’t worry about it, man! I hear you loud and clear!” Kirishima laughed bashfully and raised a cheerful fist in the air, but Todoroki had already started making his way towards the elevator. “Trust me, bro! I won’t let it happen a third time!”

Kirishima nodded resolutely to himself and went to throw away the forgotten wrapper. Only after disposing of it, did he hear a small crash followed by an incredulous voice.

“‘A third time’?!”

#bnha fanfic #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader

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idrellegames · 9 months

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Ohh I’d love to ask! What were all the companions like as children? (If an age range makes it’s easier) ahhh 9-14?

Aeran. Pre-Spire: Quiet and very hesitant of doing the wrong thing, but had a wide-eyed curiosity about the world around him. Smarter than people gave him credit, but he tried to downplay that. Post-Spire: Loud, mischievous, starting swearing much earlier than expected and Varyn wasn't entirely sure where he picked up all those cuss words (side-eyeing Sero).

Alexia. Shy, reserved, didn't make friends easily. Preferred books to people. Made a little fire sprite out of conjured magic when she was 12 and talked to it like a friend, only to have it snuffed out by a Guild instructor.

Ren. Very protective of Raven and Ves. Willing to get his hands dirty for them and not think too much about it. Best thief in the Narrows, but no one ever caught him or knew who he was. Found it very funny.

Calla. Rambunctious and curious. Always trailing after her sister Cerys. Ravenous for information, eager to test the limits herself rather than be told. The kind of kid likely to put their hand on a hot stove after being told not to just to see what happens for themself.

Melchior. [REDACTED]

Nelani. Eager to test her limits, especially with flight. Liable to adventure off to all the wrong places. Desperately wanted to leave Aos.

Felix. Angry at his parents for splitting up. Angry at Athana (now his step-mother) for inserting herself into a situation she knew nothing about. Angry at how limited his magical skill was and feeling like it was the cause of his parents splitting up (not true). Angry at feeling like he was stupid and talked down to for it. Being 12 and feeling like the whole world is out to get him.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer characters #aeran kellis #alexia antonis #calla tormond #ren varadon #nelani an'zoraia #felix navorre #answered

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changelingsandothernonsense · 7 months

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Wip whenever

Tagged by @mareenavee, @gilgamish, @kookaburra1701, @rainpebble3. I'll get to reading all of your posts shortly <3 This week I finished a render which is here. I also started two more renders and started some more writing.

Art.

First we have Dwifi, which I started a while ago and have more progress.

I still love that his hair is up...idk XD Secondly, I wanted to start painting a 4th Era Josh...and this one I quite liked.

I can't wait to get to the scarification, it's an important edition between how he appears in 4E199 vs the above image (and pretty much all his renders since March) which is 3E 427. Writing under the cut-

Writing Oh look it corresponds directly with this snippet... I plan on this being a 4 chapter mini fic that covers Unearthered. Yes, I wish to write a zombie horror fic for spooky season, go me.

Sydari rested her chin in her hand and grinned. She’d only known the merc for a short time and she was starting to get used to his tells. He was nervous about asking her something like this. Teldryn Sero was no expert thief. Though he’d mentioned that he had dabbled in smuggling from time to time back on the mainland. He hadn’t detailed much. Teldryn never did, but she knew he was at least familiar with how this sort of thing worked. Yet he fiddled with the scarf that he wore around his neck as if he’d never so much as considered such a thing. It was sweet in a way. She decided she’d entertain his idea tonight. It might be fun.

“Teldryn Sero, are you suggesting we undercut this guy and smuggle artifacts through my networks?” She crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. Sydari tilted her head, resting it in her hand again.

Teldryn nodded. His expression turning slightly grim, “Something like that.”

Sydari frowned, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. Something was wrong, “Teldryn what’s this about?”

Teldryn drummed his pigment-stained fingers on the table, “It’s-” He paused, Sydari could see that he was chewing on his lip again, considering his next words carefully, “It’s this place,” Teldryn gestured lightly around the dimly lit room, “We’re operating at such a loss that,” He paused again, sinking even further into his seat. If that was possible.

Teldryn lowered his voice, “I’m worried that if things keep going like this,” He paused again and started fiddling with the ring on his left index finger. Something he always did when he was overthinking something. He winced, having probably upset his barely healed fingers. He’d told her he’d shattered them in a door the day their paths crossed for a second time. Teldryn opened and closed his hand several times before he spoke again.

“I haven’t had to worry about this sort of thing,” he rubbed the back of his neck, pulling some of the hair that trailed down his neck over his shoulder, “It’s been a while since I’ve had to think about this kind of thing. But,” He shook his head, “I’m worried Miluth.”

Sydari reached across the table for his hand and squeezed it slightly. The sharp edges of the ring he always wore dug into the skin of her palm. Teldryn’s expression softened as he looked back at her, exhaling slowly.

“I wish you’d let me help, or at least pay for my room,” Sydari offered.

“I told you already. I can’t ask you to do that,” Teldryn removed his hand from hers, “I can’t ask that of you.”

Sydari sat back in her seat again. Stubborn fool that he was. Deep down she knew this was his way of asking her for help. He was saving face, trying to frame the question in a way that she’d benefit. As if helping him wasn’t something she’d been doing since she first landed on this barren, frozen ash rock. Or maybe it was because of that.

Teldryn was right. Sydari had maintained to her colleagues in Riften that her extended stay in Raven Rock was due to her trying to extend the guild’s reach throughout their former range. Fix Mercer’s mistakes. It wasn’t. Not really. Things had gotten far more complicated than that. Though she wasn’t ready to acknowledge it herself yet. She couldn’t define what any of this was. Still…regardless of the reasons why she had chosen to stay put, Sydari figured she better start having something to show for her so-called efforts. And besides, Glover had been pestering her to send old Delvin an update so that he’d stop bugging him. She figured she could at least see what this “investment opportunity” was all about.

It would make Teldryn feel better at least.

Sydari sighed, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to go ask this guy about it, see what it’s all about.”

Teldryn looked up at her and grinned, his past distress slipping away as quickly as it had appeared.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that, what were we doing?” He raised his hand to his left earlobe and pulled on in. Sydari shook her head, she knew where this was going.

“Teldryn!” She giggled, “Teldryn I know you heard what I said.”

He shook his head, “No I missed it, please, I’m all ear,” he laughed at his own joke. It was contagious, setting Sydari into a fit of laughter herself. Though one day she’d have to tell him. His joke wasn’t really that funny.

“We’ll talk to the fetcher in the morning. Yeah?” He sat back in his seat and tilted his head to the side again, awaiting her reply. She copied his motion, the movement unintentional.

“Fine Sero, you win. We’ll see this Dunmer in the morning.”

#my art #wip whenever #teldryn sero #danger!josh #sydari aralen #dunmer #skyrim #morrowind #the elder scrolls #tes fanart #tesblr #tes

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Omg I just read your phantom tickles fic!! What a cute villain! I'd love to see him go up against a pro hero (like Hawks or Aizawa)!!

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My Hero Academia: Give us a smile, hero

Weeeee! Thank you for the ask anon!!! Lee!Aizawa is here babyyyy!!! Honestly I was sooo torn between Hawks and Aizawa, but this doesn't mean I won't do Hawks as well if someone else requests! 😚

Summary: Aizawa gets involved in a purse-snatching incident on his day off and ends up wishing he hadn't seen anything.

Lee!Aizawa, Ler!villain OC

Tw: None

03/03/23

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Eggs. Milk. Oat milk for Denki. Cayenne pepper for Bakugo. Kirishimas protein milkshake mix. Chocolate for Eri. Aizawa read off his shopping list in his head, making his way through the local corner store with his trolley of items. Some for him, some requests from his students. It was his day off, meaning he got to wear his casuals. A comfy slightly oversized t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

"For Serooo... Tamarind paste?" He murmured to himself, wondering what Sero would use said item for as he examined the label. "Hm. I'm sure I'll find out soon." As he set the small jar into his kart, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Down the end of the isle was a loud rich looking couple, laughing and mocking the cheap prices of most items in the store.

"Oh look, honey, only ninety nine cents for a cup noodle?"

"Ew. It must taste like garbage being that cheap. Let's just go to the restaurant, it smells of cat piss in here."

Unpleasant people, that was obvious. But that wasn't what caught his eye. No, it was the boy who had been looking at that item prior to them and was now walking back towards the couple. He bumped into the man harshly as he moved past.

"Hey! Watch it urchin!"

"Sorry sir." One wallet successfully snatched. The boy made his way to the exit, making off with the rich man's money.

Aizawa's instinct kicked in and he rushed after the boy. "Hold my shopping for me, I'll be back." He called to the cashier who nodded, knowing Aizawas occupation. He's a busy man.

He headed outside, just catching a glimpse of the thief as they ducked around a corner into an alleyway, following him swiftly.

The boy in question sighed as he opened the wallet, taking out the card and cash that was stashed inside. "This'll go towards feeding those who need it." He smiled to himself.

"Very kind of you, kid." Aizawa rested a hand on the boy's shoulder once he caught up, catching him by suprise.

"Gah!" The boy yelped, juggling with the wallet before snatching it away and hiding it behind his back. "What's the big idea?! Scarin' me like- Ooooh, Eraser." His brave front dipped as he realised who it was that had caught him. "Uuuhaha. What can I do for, you, sir?" He asked with a chuckle.

Aizawa held out his hand. "You can hand over the wallet, kid. I don't want you getting into any trouble." He was being honest. Aizawa couldn't stand seeing young people become criminals. "Please."

The boy looked at Aizawas hand, then up at him with an insulted expression. "Kid? Just how old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen?"

"Gh! I'm twenty-one!" He grumbled, folding his arms before smiling. "Look, Eraser, I respect you as a hero and teacher. I really do. You're awesome! Always so, so, uuuh... What's the word... Pokerfaced!"

Aizawa raised a brow, still holding his hand out. "Pokerfaced?"

"Yep. No emotions except for 'I'm disappointed in my kids' and 'I'm going to kill you'." He chuckled, stuffing the wallet into his back pocket. "I wonder...?" He mused, looking Aizawa up and down. The hero had already made the mistake of putting a hand on him. Game on. "Can you give me a biiig smile?"

"Please just hand over the wallet. I don't want any t-aha!" The stoic hero stammered, surprised by the noise that escaped his lips. "Wh-What the hehell?" He hugged himself, feeling a pressure on his ribs. Something tickly running up and down the inside of his shirt. "Wh-What is that?"

"That's me. Sorry, I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. Now, smiiiiile for me, hero~" The villain grinned, making a pinching gesture in the air, sending tickly shocks to Aizawas defenseless ribs, eliciting a chorus of muffled grunts as Aizawa attempted to stay quiet. The glint of a smile already tugging at his lips.

"H-Hold on kid, look I-I won't report you okay? I just want the wallet b-AHA!" A bout of loud giggling sprung forth as the tickling switched from squeezing to vigorous shaking, attacking the lowest ribs of the set and slowly moving up.

"Stahap! P-Please I'm serious, I dohon't-! Aha! I dohon't wahant a fihihight! Hahaha!" His cool composure steadily melted away as the tickling attack deepened, no amount of hugging was going to stop it.

"A fight?" The boy chuckled, watching Aizawa's struggle fondly. "I'm afraid it doesn't look like much of a fight to me. Looks like you've already lost, to be honest. But, keep ya hopes up." He teased, moving his tickles down to Aizawas hips, grinning as the reaction doubled in severity.

Aizawa felt his knees give out as his hips were targeted. This was a particularly bad spot for him, one a certain yellow-haired DJ often chose to torment him with. "Wahahait! Hahaha! Shihit!" He crumbled. The great Eraser Head, feared by many a villain, was brought to his knees via some tickles. "Y-Yohohou cahan't!"

"Oh, but, Eraser Head, I can! And so easily too~"

"Nahahaha! Ahaha! I-I swehear, I'll cahatch you!"

"Oooh that sounds fun! A game of tag! You know, a certain explody student of yours said something similar. He didn't catch me. Obviously. He met the same fate as you're going to." He smiled, crouching by the hero's side as he wriggled about helplessly. "Cooooochi, coochi, coooo~ You do have a very nice laugh. You could have any guy or gal you wanted with a voice like that, you know."

"Nohoho! I-I- BWAHAHAHAHA!" More hands joined in the game, tickling under his arms and squeezing his knees. "Stahaha-AHAHA! Stop, stop! Kihihid!" This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't been tickled before, so why was this so maddening?

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha, I bet your students are too scared to try something like this on you. I think if I had to see you every day, I'd be scared too. But, you probably won't see me again for a while, so I'm confident that you won't be getting any revenge." He cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm.

"AAAH! Noho! No rahaspberries! C'mohohon! This is ridiculous!" The hero was embarrassed and irritated with himself. Being reduced to a pile of giggly tears on the floor. His hair had slipped from it's bun, falling messily around his face as he curled in on himself, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slid down his cheeks, over the pink tinge of hysterics on his skin.

"Hey, raspberries are the best, don't you slander them. Heeeere comes another~!"

"NOOOHOHOHOOOO!"

The boy chuckled, standing and straightening his tie. "Don't worry, I promise this money will go towards those who actually need it. I ain't no villain." He reassured. "I'll see you round, Eraser. Make sure to keep smiling~" He turned, walking away and humming to himself as he continued to plague the hero with relentless tickling.

"Wahahit! Gihive me the wallet! AHAHAHA!"

The tickling lasted for another couple of minutes. He was just glad no prying eyes found him laying there giggling like a little girl. Once it eventually stopped, he sat up, puffing as he lazily tied his hair back out of his face.

The fact he was too bombarded with tickles to even think about using his Quirk only added to the shame he felt right now. All he had to do was look at him and it would have been over instantly. But, tickling. He had to use tickling of all things.

"Dahamn... So that's who Bakugo was so grumpy at... I get it now." He chuckled to himself, taking a breather before heading back to the store to finish his shopping. There was no use in chasing the boy right now. He was tired, more so than usual, and just wanted to get home and rest. There was something very trusting about the boy too. He really didn't seem like a bad guy.

#bnha #mha #aizawa shōta #eraserhead #lee!Aizawa #ler!villain #bnha oc #bnha tickle fic #mha tickles #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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azures-grace · 15 days

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Requesting info on the 6th house au you were posting about bc yo that sounds cool

You can't see it through a screen but I'm like

Actually physically vibrating.

I came up with this AU over a year ago and it was basically "what if Alexi (my Nerevarine) just. Joined the 6th House instead of killing Dagoth Ur?"

The timing of WHEN she joined has changed a bit (from right before the fight to when she meets Dagoth Gares) and the REASONING has changed a lot (from "I don't actually like Morrowind, fuck them dudes" to "I have 0 support system and have a child and I've been sucked into a cult") but the very very basic premise is the same.

It was initially my crack AU where I couldn't tell if I wanted to ship Alexi and Dagoth Ur or not. And now it has like... Dementia metaphors. How did this even happen.

Anyways, the story ACTUALLY follows Alexi's daughter (who's never been Dagoth Ur's, no matter when in this AU's history you look). Her arc used to be centered around a lot of confusion as to why people hated her, and why things were happening, etc etc. Now she's actually gonna do something about it in the end. I'm gonna have so many random thoughts at the bottom of this just. Smushed in.

It also went from Armina being the one with zero support system to now she has an adopted sister and also a best friend/love interest when she's older. Terastelle Telvanni (sister) save me.. save me Terastelle Telvanni...

Anywho, the story has like... 2 main plots: Armina learning her dad is ✨terrible✨ and Alexi progressing through Corprus and becoming Nerevar (and losing Alexi). I will just say, though, to Armina and Tera, since they're actually IN the cult, Dagoth Ur is not a menacing figure until they know what's going on outside the mountain. I'm writing a scene where Armina literally drags him around. He's not Dagoth Ur to those kids, he's just dad.

Anyway, Alexi holds the Tools of Kagrenac (from the original au) for the most part, and she used them to manipulate the Heart to make sure her children wouldn't get Corprus (side effect was about a generation can't get it because she didn't know how to specify well). Alexi, however, DOES get it, and it leads to her physically and mentally becoming Nerevar, if that makes sense? The way it affects her is it morphs her body to be more similar to his, and it degrades her mind until she's left with only his memories and personality. And her kids have to watch it in real time 👍.

Anyway, back to the main cast: Armina, Terastelle, and Teldryn Sero. The last one was not planned.

All three represent both the main 3 star signs, as well as the Good 3 Daedra, AND they fall into "bad Daedra" counterparts later

Armina is half Bosmer and half Dunmer, and she's the Warrior and representation of Mephala (cause she's in a web of lies) and she falls to Clavicus Vile in a search for power to destroy Dagoth Ur. She fights with a big ol' 2-handed sword.

Terastelle is half Dunmer and half Altmer, she's the Mage and the representation of Boethiah. My violence wins mage <3. She falls to Malacath because of how she's treated in the cult (not as badly as those outside of the mountain, but less well than Armina, because even though Armina isn't a full Dunmer, she's also Nerevar's child, so she gets a pass). Tera gets motivated by vengeance after she learns her parents were murdered by the cult. This goes interestingly for her. Idk if she gets really hurt by it or not, but she's very scorches earth about "no Dagoth survivors" just like how her family had no survivors.

Teldryn is the thief who represents Azura, and he's the only full Dunmer in the gang, but he's from outside the mountain. When he's introduced, Blacklight is the most recent addition to the house. He falls to Sheogorath (seeking a middle ground led him to insanity or something, idk). He fights with pretty much his normal fighting style from Skyrim, which is pretty mixed. I need to develop him more in the context of the AU, but I'll get to that after this.

Anywho, random thoughts now!

As the Warrior, Armina protects the Steed from the Serpent, and Alexi's sign is the Steed 👍

Both Alexi and Armina are trying to save the people they love, in different ways, and in the end, both fail.

Is my HoK still Sheogorath or is it normal Sheo?

Armina can manipulate dreams which is part of what pushes her to be Dagoth Ur's favorite child.

The way the story is written changes as Armina grows up and then learns more about the cult. Slow-burn horror 👍

I get to write Clavicus Vile at some point, I'm excited.

Armina asking Alexi why she doesn't wear layers and Alexi trying to find a way to answer that isn't "because I don't expect to have skin for much longer anyway”. The answer she ends up going with is "Mountain's too damn hot" and then starts crying whenever her daughter leaves the room

Alexi's character in that AU is so interesting to me

Like, she's technically placed very high in the hierarchy, probably second to Dagoth Ur himself, yet she's got next to no power because those she loves would be in danger if she tried anything

Anyways, I'm writing for this, drawing for it, and I'll start posting more stuff once I have the first bit of the story written and the portrait finished. Have a Tera for your time <3

I love you, Terastelle Telvanni...

#morrowind #6th House AU #oc: Terastelle Telvanni #azure arted #azure writed

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xnorthstar3x · 1 year

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She wore white♣️

Bakugo hated stupid ideas, they ate at him like a buzzard. Nibbling parts of his mind and give uncomfortable chills a passage way to roll down his spine. He hated the stupid ideas being thrown around at this hero meeting.

"We need an inside spy."

"Someone they trust."

He knew where this was headed, he didn't like it one bit.

"You mean...another villain. Someone they'll welcome into their organization." Deku said, Katsuki hated that he was at this meeting. These accomplished hero's throwing around stupid ideas.

"Absolutely not that's a horrible idea. Everyone here knows that." He spoke up from his seat across from his old school mate and longtime friend Red Riot, who had a contemplative look.

"Unless we use a low level criminal someone we could keep a leash, a retractable one." He suggested a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face. Other hero's around the table nodded. A low level hero seemed to be agreeable around the table. But it stopped with one fluffy haired angry Pomeranian named Katsuki who scoffed at the idea.

"I'm not agreeing to that, leashes aren't always reliable." He said

"Well good thing we're putting this to a vote." Aizawa said ignoring the sinister glare Katsuki sent him. "All those in favor." The idea one with a land slide katsuki being voted out among a few others.

"I have the perfect low level criminal." Red riot said

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"I know you're there, I'm not stupid ya know." (Y/N) said as she stretched, turning around to come face to face with red riot. She'd seen him around, one to many times. "If you wanted a show all you had to do was come out Of the shadows, I don't bite unless you like that sorta thing. We might be able to add masochism to that voyeristic kink you have there red riot. What do you say we get out of here."

She stalked closer to him as his face broke out in a blush almost as red as his hair. Another hero from the shadows stepped out and coughed awkwardly, Denki gave Kiri a devious look coughing again.

"You didn't tell me what a kinky bastard you were Ejiro." He clapped his huge friend on the shoulder as Katsuki stepped out of the shadows and stalked towards the group.

"That's not why I'm here, and it was never my intention I'm not a perv." He said gaining his composure. "We have a compromise for you. You do something for us in return for a shorter sentence."

Denki nodded beside him looking the female up and down she didn't seem so tough. Only wearing a simple cat suit and domino mask there was no indication of her quirk as far as he could see he relaxed his posture opting to lean against his big red friend. Katsuki on the other hand was on guard, he knew this type, cunning and conceiving.

"Hmm well seems promising only you forgot one this." She said tucking a strand of her hair behind her hair. Denki tilted his head in confusion.

"Usually you catch the person before you black mail them." She stepped back and fell off the roof, the three hero's ran forward in unison looking over the edge expecting to see a splat on the ground. Instead they saw (Y/N) tied up with a grinning Sero standing next to her she glowered at the three hero's on the roof.

"Katsuki said you might need me." Sero said saluting them. Denki and Kiri turned to their blonde haired friend in disbelief.

"I'm not taking any chances if we're gonna do this stupid ass plan." He said crossing his arms and looking down at the captured heel thief who winked at him.

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To Katsuki's surprise the ride to the agency wasn't that bad. He was sat in the back with shitty hair and (Y/N) sandwiched in between them.

"For the record bean head this isn't what I had in mind when I said we should go somewhere." (Y/N) said she dropped the cuffs she had on in Katsuki's lap with a clink. "And you, can have these back they clash with my outfit." She pulled a bracelet out and placed it back on her wrist.

"Didn't we confíscate that from you?" Denki said from the passenger seat craning his neck to look at her. She smirked in response placing the ring on her finger once again.

"You did." She said surveying herself in the review mirror checking her hair and applying lipstick that they had also taken. With a pop of her lips she settled and looked back to him. "But you failed to realize I'm a jewel thief, and I'm damn good at what I do besides, my mom gave me this."

A grin surfaced on Katsuki's face then disappeared almost as fast, he hated to admit it but as they were pulling into the employee parking garage he found himself respecting her a little bit. The trip to the Herod meeting room was uneventful but katsuki caught Denki staring at (Y/N) a few times who either didn't notice or was ignoring him.

They stopped at the door Kiri opening it for (Y/N) to enter.

"This better not take to long I have some cats to feed."

Series masterlist

#x reader #mha #anime / manga #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #Bakugo

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sunflowernoodles · 1 year

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Glasses Thief

Hey there! Its been a little while. I finished up testing a few weeks ago and sophomore year was just kicking my ass so I took a little to just decompress. But, I’m happy to be back and writing dumb little stories for myself and everyone :) I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Sero

Ler: Iida

Ships: Seroiida

It was a lazy Saturday evening at the 1A dorms. Sero was in Iida’s room, lying on the bed as he and is boyfriend chatted about anything that has happened throughout the week. Sero looked up at Iida who was attempting to read a book as they talked as he started to feel a little bored. He smiled as he reached up and stole Iida’s glasses right off of his face. Iida squinted, “Wh- Hanta?”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Sero asked, holding up four fingers as his smile nearly split his face in half. Iida narrowed his eyes a little at the obviously ridiculous question.

“Really, Hanta?” Iida spoke, reaching for his glasses only to have them moved away at the last second by his boyfriend. “C’mon! Humor me for a minute! Please?” Sero pleaded.

Iida sighed, closing his book but had a small smile nonetheless, “Obviously four.” He chuckled. But Sero mimicked the sound of a buzzer that would be on some sort of game show.

“Nope! Four plus one in my hand behind my back. And because you were wrong, no vision for class president.” Sero taunted and stuck his tongue out a little as Iida stared for a moment.

“How was I supposed to know you had another finger up behind your back?” Iida asked with a small chuckle. Sero just grinned, “Should’ve known I’d pull something like that.” He shrugged as carefully set Iida’s glasses in the floor out of reach of their rightful owner.

Sero laughed at the annoyed yet amused look of his boyfriend, “what? Upset that I finally got one over on yo- AHah!” Sero yelped suddenly and jerked to the side when he felt somebody digging at his hips.

“No, please. Continue. How did you win whatever this is supposed to be?” Iida asked and moved a bit closer to Sero to gently kneed at his hips, the slight teasing tone making Sero want to just give up and return the glasses, or sputter out some half-assed apology. But on the hand, he didn’t really want to.

“Y-Ykhohow, you neheed thohohose toho see, sohoho.” Sero shrugged, barely keeping down a small flow of giggles while slightly squirming.

Iida nodded while giving a small hum, “Hm, interesting.” He spoke, feigning curiosity but Sero saw the amused smirk on his boyfriend’s face. Sero’s face turned a bit pink.

“Yohohou are the wohorst.” Sero spoke through small breathy cackles. His eyes widened slightly at the forced look of shock on Iida’s face, “Wait! Waitwaitwait! Iida, please!” He panicked and grabbed onto Iida’s hands. The latter struggled for a moment before getting the upper hand and pinning Sero’s hands up above his head.

“Please what, dear?” Iida asked with a small tilt of his head. Sero hid his face in one of his arms and the anticipation was nearly killing him, “Nohoho!”

Iida shrugged before digging into one of Sero’s thighs and he shrieked. “NAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE, TEHEHENYA!” Sero begged through his hysterics.

“You’re arguing an awful lot for someone who likes being tickled so much.” Iida said plainly, happy with growing blush on his boyfriends face. Sero was going to argue until the tickling let up for a moment.

“Whahat are Yohohou doing there, love?” He questioned as one of his arms gently got pinned above his head. Iida saw the exact moment realization set into Sero when his eyes widened a little, “Iida.” Sero attempted to warn but all that came out was an excited, nervous whine.

Iida just smiled sweetly, “I think you know, dear.” He nodded and ever so gently traced a line down the length of Sero’s arm, the muscles tensing up underneath. Sero turned his head to the side with a small giggle.

“Nohohohoho!” Sero whined but made no effort move away or tell Iida to stop. He just laid there giggling while Iida did as he pleased.

“Will you apologize for taking my glasses and lying to me?” Iida asked only to be met with a shake of Sero’s head.

“Nehehever! I’m surprihihised you cahahahan even see whahat your dohoing.” Sero bravely taunted through his giggles.

Iida gave a small hum and suddenly tapped into his ‘villain’ side that he’d been working on, “Well, I can. And lucky for you I have nothing planned the rest of the day, so I can do this all day. Again and again, until you give up, Hanta.” He spoke, smiling at the way Sero turned his head to hide in his free arm.

“You’re hohorrible.” Sero said as a small breathy giggle. Iida simply shrugged.

“I know.” Iida grinned. He knew he could get Sero to break, it could be in a minute or an hour from now, but he would do it. And Sero would love every bit of it.

#bnha tickles #lee!sero #ler!iida #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickle blog

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demonytekav · 10 months

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“Nice moves out there today, Titsuki!”

Silence fills the locker room and everyone freezes as they look over at the explosive ticking time bomb of a human.

Katsuki drops the tank top he normally wears under his school uniform and was getting ready to put on after his post class shower in favor of spinning angrily around and giving Kaminari a filthy glare. “What did you just call me fuck face?” He growls out.

Kaminari whimpers as Katsuki closes in on him and grabs him by his shirt collar before slamming him up against the lockers. “Hey hey hey! No need to be rough man!” He cries holding his hands up in surrender. Glancing around he see’s the others have turned back to their own lockers pointedly ignoring them. Cowards.

“Do you wanna die today? Because I can make that happen right fucking now. I dare you to say it again.” Katsuki snarls. How dare this little fuck call his pecs tits. He’s a man for fucks sake!

“I-well I thought it was a cool name you know?” Kaminari grunts from the force of Katsuki’s hold. The explosive blonde holds his other hand up and cracks off a few small explosions pressing Kaminari harder into the lockers. “Okay okay! I’m sorry! I wont say it again!”

Katsuki slams him into the locker again for added effect before letting him go. As he turns his back he growls. “Dont call me that shit again or you’re going 6 feet under, you got that?”

Kaminari gulps as he chuckles a little rubbing his chest. “Sure man, just dont be mad at me. I didn’t come up with it.”

Katsuki pauses as he leans down to pick up his shirt from the floor fingers about an inch from the fabric. “What?” He questions while gritting his teeth in anger.

“Dude shhhh!” Sero loudly whispers desperately trying to get Kaminari to shut up.

Sweating Kaminari tries to back peddle. “Uh hah, never mind, I promise I wont say it again dude. Was just for fun you know?” He’s facing his own locker when he feels a tremendously violent presence directly behind him. He screeches as one of Katsuki’s hands slam on to the locker next to him.

“Give me a name Dunce face. Or I’ll make it hurt.” The angry blonde rumbles menacingly. Everyone knows Katsuki is doing this for show. While he isn’t necessarily as violent and mean as he used to be he’s gotten created about getting back at them.

“Y-y-you know, let’s just for-forget this ever happened yeah?” Kaminari chuckles knowing it’s useless to get out of this. Always worth a try though. Fear rips through him as the raging blonde behind him takes a deep breath and he just caves. “Okay okay! It was Deku! I swear man!”

Katsuki stills. “Deku?” He asks completely confused taking a step away from Kaminari.

“Yeah! He-“

“Dude!” Kirishima and Sero both shout frowning at Kaminari snitching on their classmate and friend.

“No no, let him talk. I want to hear what he has to say.” Katsuki snaps at them before turning back to Kaminari. “Go on, explain.”

Kaminari chuckles nervously and turns around to face him. “You know the other day when he got hit with that quirk? The one that you know, loosens you up and makes you act like you’re drunk or something?”

Katsuki does remember that. He’d been pissed Izuku had gotten tagged with a quirk by some shitty car thief and even more pissed that his team mates Kirishima, Tape Arms, Dunce Face, and Frog Girl didn’t stop it from happening. Katsuki himself would have but he was busy tying up the thief’s partner in crime. Impatiently he his eyebrow at Kaminari indicating for him to continue.

“So he might have been a bit out of it-“

“A bit?” Kirishima snorts resigned that the green haired hero is about to be snitched on.

“-and was looking your way while you were finishing up with the other perp. The name might have slipped out as you bent over.” Kaminari chuckles rubbing the back of his head.

“What.” Katsuki deadpans.

Tape Arms snickers now on board with sharing the story. “Yeah dude, you bent over and we all got a flash of your man cleavage. Poor guy literally tripped over himself when he saw it. Started mumbling and giggling to himself about ‘Titsuki is so pretty’.”

Warmth creeps up Katsuki’s neck. What the fuck? He thinks and blinks as the other three snicker to each other.

“Didn’t wanna out him like that but you know,” Kirishima glares at Kaminari. “Someone opened their big mouth.”

Kaminari opens his mouth to argue ignoring the fact that Katsuki.exe has stopped working in the middle of the locker room but is cut off.

“Opened their big mouth about what?”

Everyone freezes and looks over towards the locker room door to see the green haired man walking in with a confused look on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asks as he makes his way further into the locker room. He frowns as he see’s Katsuki standing in the middle of the room frozen. He looks at Kaminari as he shuffles a bit and rubs the back of his neck.

“Hey man we were jus-“

“Izuku.” Katsuki growls out face and neck red. Izukus attention snaps to him immediately and he freezes at the blondes tone. “Who the fuck is Titsuki?”

A beat.

Katsuki watches as Izuku’s face shifts colors and turns into a bright red. The shorter man’s eyes widen and his mouth opens and closes. As green eyes quickly glance down at Katsuki’s chest and then back up to his face Katsuki feels his heart beat sky rocket. That little shitty pervert.

Izuku squeaks as their eyes meet and he uses OFA to blast himself out of the locker room.

“GET BACK HERE YOU PERVERT!” Katsuki yells as he rockets after him still shirtless.

The boys left in the wake of the other two all place their own palms on their chests over their hearts and pray for Izuku’s safety.

“Maybe now they will stop eye fucking each other from across the room.” Sero mentions.

“Dude, gross.” Kirishima scrunches his nose in mock disgust. Honestly hes just happy for his bros.

“I’m just saying!”

“Well dont. Because now I bet it’ll just get worse and we will have to watch them suck on each others-“ Kirishima laughs.

“DUDE!”

“Tongues! I was gonna say tongues! Sheesh you nasty.” The red head shakes his head still grinning.

…….

“What have I done….?” Kaminari asks now dreading the gross coupley shit those two are bound to get up to.

Sero pats his back comfortingly.

AN: just a fun little idea I had today. Been kinda down and wanted to smile.

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #crack fic

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