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[thebest-medicine]

Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

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A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way. 

Words: 1.4k 

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time. 

Until today. 

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!” 

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage. 

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.” 

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late. 

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides. 

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!” 

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend. 

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard. 

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke. 

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Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little. 

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked. 

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground. 

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand. 

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor. 

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head. 

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled. 

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’. 

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped. 

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—” 

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?” 

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?” 

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew. 

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

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Art idea:

Izuku in Sir Nighteye's tickle machine.

yes, great idea !!! i had been wanting to illustrate a ticklish hero being punished in this anyways ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡ and izuku-kyun is super cute when he is hysterical.

i guess he must have said something that was not deemed in good spirits. poor, ticklish izuku-kun !!! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

#tamabijutsu #deviled egg #tickling #mha tickling #bnha tickling #my hero academia tickling #ticklish!midoriya #lee!midoriya #ticklish!deku #lee!deku

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 5: Disguise

DAY 5: Disguise

Dabi saw a little hero dressed up as him for halloweeen & decided to teach him a lesson ~ 😈

((I’ve had this idea forever & I’m glad I finally drew it!))

#tickle community #tickle #tickle art #bnha #mha #tickle monster #tickletober #tickling #ler!dabi #lee!deku #lee!izuku #lee!midoriya #ler!touyatodoroki #ticklishdeku #ticklish!izuku #ticklish!midoriya #miya&mia's tickletober #tktober #Alex draws #Alex’s art

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Midoriya & Mx Pastry (NSFW)

In which being a cinnamon roll backfires.

This is very NSFW (and makes it clear I know nothing about pastry)

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Words: 5,991

Midoriya’s panting produced a strange echo. In total darkness, he was recuperating from the brutal tickling he’d withstood that far. He almost wished he had Kaminari’s wet-tissue-paper resilience, instead of the oodles of stamina he’d trained for.

But right now, at least, he wasn’t being tickled, though he knew that would change soon. He couldn’t see anything, but he could tell that he was lying on some sort of porous surface, soft and squishy, and very comfortable. His inability to roll over informed him that he was bound in a reverse Y (arms together above his head, legs apart), though unlike before, he could wiggle his toes, a freedom he made full use of to get circulation back into them and wrinkle and stretch his soles to lessen the awful phantom tickles that still lingered on them.

He was still wearing nothing but his underwear, and his Quirk was still inaccessible. From the way his steadying breaths bounced back to him, he could tell that he was in some kind of domed room, large but not massive.

As he recovered, he set his brain into motion to figure a way out of this. What did the announcer keep repeating? That none of what was happening to them was real, and Deku was very much inclined to agree, based on what he’d seen. Was it a hallucination? An illusion? A dream?

SCHWING!

Light flooded the space as it suddenly found itself without a ceiling or walls, dazzling Midoriya.

“Welcome to baking with Mx Pastry!” he heard from high above him. Having grown accustomed to the light, Midoriya’s eyes took in a very unexpected view.

The surface he was lying on was some kind of massive roll at the center of a huge plate, and what was holding him in place was glaze that had solidified around his wrists and ankles. Anything past that was extremely blurry, but he clearly made out some kind of gargantuan shadow, almost entirely clad in white, towering above him, having just removed the humongous bell-shaped lid that had kept the plate covered until then.

“Our cinnamon roll is almost ready,” boomed the genderless voice again. “But the finishing touches are my favorite.”

“HEY!” yelled Midoriya at the top of his lungs. “Where is everyone else?”

But no response came – maybe whatever that titanic entity was, they couldn’t hear him. And Midoriya pondered whether there actually was someone else in the first place, and if the other heroes hadn’t been figments of his imagination. If nothing was real, that felt like a pretty good guess. So he could stop worrying about them and focus on himself.

“At this point, you can brush the roll with the egg wash mixture,” proclaimed the blurry colossus, and Midoriya didn’t have to wonder what they meant, because two dripping pastry brushes flew towards him. One proceeded to lather his left pec, while the other dragged its thick, rubber bristles up and down his right ribs.

“Hehey!” chided Midoriya. “N-Noho mohore tihihickling!!”

But the brushes paid him no mind, continuing to apply the warm “egg wash” – it didn’t smell like anything, so it probably wasn’t a real ingredient any more than Midoriya himself was an actual dessert – in their ticklish way. When they were done with the first pass, they switched places – from pec to ribs and from ribs to pec.

The soft, wet bristles felt funny when they danced over his nipples, and there were enough similarities for them to call to mind two eager tongues, but it was their passes up and down his ribs that had Midoriya giggling especially hard. Not like he was trying to resist – a lifetime of tickles, ranging from playful, to humiliating, to vindictive, had taught him that holding back his laughter was a waste of energy.

Even so, he couldn’t help protesting when the two brushes moved to his toned stomach, morphing his giggling into full-blown laughter, “Hahahaha! N-NOHO!! HAOHAHAHAH NAHAAHHA NOHOHT THEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

Absolutely any method worked on Midoriya, that much he’d resigned himself to. He was just ticklish all over, and very ticklish at that. Bakugo had him beat in certain spots and certain conditions (that was an actual note he’d included in his file about the former bully’s Quirk), but Midoriya was a walking giggle factory. And what might have been weirder, he was more afraid of feathers than wriggling fingers.

It didn’t seem to be very common – it certainly wasn’t among his classmates, most of whom, from what Deku had been able to observe, were more susceptible to the kind of hard tickling that burrows into your nerves, excavating mirth from deep inside you. But as for Midoriya, a feather could make him cry. He knew that firsthand. Maybe it was because a feather actually covered a larger surface area than tools that applied more pressure, and to Midoriya, depth and breadth were equally as bad (the hairbrushes from before, which covered both bases, almost killed him, but those seemed to work well on everyone).

Wait, thinking about those brushes… oh no, could that same lotion be what the brushes were spreading?

But the two brushes converging towards his lower belly ripped him from his elucubrations, as his washboard stomach provided the perfect canvas for them to paint on, spacious enough that Deku could feel every single bristle as it was dragged across his oiled skin.

“HAHAHHAAAHAH!!! HEHEHEHEHEEY!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAP HAHAHAHHA HHAHAHAAHHA HAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

The brushes moved to his sides, going from the top of his hips (the most ticklish spot on his body, and, luckily, the only one that required a harder touch to become truly excruciating) to his oiled-up ribs. Shivers crawled up Deku’s back and into the back of his head even as his laughter dropped to giggling once again: light touches on his sides felt so weird, both unbearable and pleasurable, somehow.

“H-hahahe HAHA hahahaheheheheeh hahahaahahaha!”

But that didn’t last long – far less than the ministrations his abs had gotten, Midoriya would have wagered – as, without warning, when the brushes started their umpteenth track up his flanks, they kept going, gliding across his already lubricated ribs and into his armpits.

To Midoriya, that was the tickling equivalent of waking from being tossed in cold water. “NAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! NANANAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAH STHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Despite knowing it was both futile and a waste of breath, Midoriya couldn’t keep himself from begging – it just tickled too much! Those damned brushes seemed to have been designed specifically to make him wish he could crawl out of his skin… and he surmised that was exactly the case.

The brushes alternated short and quick horizontal swipes that moved up and down the hollows and vertical licks that went from Midoriya’s bicep to the top of his ribs, and back up again.

The bound hero was just a spectacle to behold: each quick swipe caused him to whip his head in that direction, emerald curls twirling like a dancer’s skirt, so he was constantly shaking his head as if to say “no” – an involuntary prohibition, but one he whole-heartedly supported.

The horizontal swipes were asynchronous, with one starting its motion as soon as the other ended it, so it almost looked like they were playing a game of ping-pong, the table being Midoriya’s horribly sensitive underarms, the ball the uninterrupted staccato of his hysterical yelps. “HE! HE! HA! NO! HA! HA!”

When a vertical lick was unexpectedly thrown in, the hiccupping downbeat-and-upbeat briefly coalescing into a stream of forced mirth. “HA! HA! NEH! HA! HO! HA! HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Shortly after introducing both techniques, the brushes began switching back and forth between them, making sure they were never using the same at the same time. And they added a third one that unfailingly caused the pitch of Midoriya’s laughter to shoot up, endlessly circling the outer ridges of his hollows.

“HAHHAHA HAHHA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The fact that Midoriya’s pits were completely slick with lotion, which had already copiously spilled onto his chest and the dessert he was resting on, did not cause the brushes to reconsider their target one bit – on the contrary.

“HAHAHAAHAA!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAA!! HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Midoriya’s hysterical shrieking was due to a fourth technique, wherein a brush would suddenly venture into the very center of his underarm and twirl there, its bristles spinning and spanning the entirety of the soaked hollow. The hero’s shrieks when one of that would innocently pirouette and single-handedly shatter his mind were almost pitiful.

“HAHAHAH AHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHA!!!”

Each of the four techniques received its dues, paid in hysterical laughter, ticklish tears, pointless flailing, and perspiration, before the brushes withdrew momentarily, leaving a flushed Midoriya to gasp for his life – his body was convinced he’d just run a marathon, and the helplessly sensitive hero himself felt like the tickling had gone on about that long.

But whatever respite had followed the departure of the brushes from his pits was extremely short-lived, because the brushes instantly plunged into his feet.

“NANANNANANAAHHH!!!! LEHEHEHET ME REHEHEHESSSSSTHH!!! GHAHAHAHA!!! IHIH NENEHEHEHEHEAD A BREEAAAAAHAHAKKKKKHAHAHAHAHAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!”

Needless to say, no break was given, no quarter was brooked. The brushes lavished his ticklish soles with unwavering ticklish attention, merciless and efficient, especially his arches and toes, or so Midoriya thought.

The slippery, flexible bristles could get anywhere – between his toes and the wrinkles produced by his scrunching, they followed his feet as he flailed – that, being able to twist his feet and curl his toes, was the only mercy he’d be afforded, and it was no mercy at all – because that small freedom had been only granted to that the tickling could go on even longer, so that no light-headedness would keep the tear-stained hero from feeling its full effects; and eventually, despite the constant injection of energy the tickling administered to his nervous system, Midoriya’s legs began to tire: his feet stopped flailing, his toes stopped curling, and the squat, nerve-ridden expanses were finally ripe for the brushes to ravage undisturbed, the most patient conquerors.

“HAHAAAAAAA!! HAHAHAAH AHHAHAHAHA…!! HAHAHAHHAAH… HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

That the tickling would get even more impossible to take when Midoriya was already that spent, that the increased vulnerability of his broad soles and small toes would be exploited so thoroughly at that stage, was a sheer act of cruelty. And Midoriya didn’t even suspect why the merciless pastry chef wluld be so methodical about leeching his energy and resistance, but he would find out, too soon – and yet also far too late, he would have thought, for the brushes seemed to take an excruciatingly long time to get their fill of wreaking havoc upon his feet.

“HHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! NAHAHAHA NANANAHAHAHAHAAH!! STHAHAHAHAHAHAAHPP!! HAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAHHAANTTHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!”

When the paintbrushes finally, finally set about to painting his ankles and shins, the reprieve was supposed to be fleeting; however, unbeknownst to Midoriya, his cuteness saved him, because as he twitched and giggled from the lingering sensation of the brushes, he hiccupped.

A single leap of his diaphragm that gave Mx Pastry pause – it wanted to hear more, and that allowed it to fully take in the view. His upper body and feet fully coated in honey-colored lotion, much of Midoriya’s skin was flushed, his unruly hair wet with sweat that had mingled with the copious ticklish tears that still poured past his fluttering eyelids, his petite, muscular frame inflating and deflating with deep, hiccup-broken breaths, a disjointed harmony of both form and sound… Mx Pastry had never seen someone look so broken from its ministrations. It didn’t exist, so whether it had broken countless others or none was purely a matter of the mind, but there was something about that ticklish hero, that irreconcilable juxtaposition of vulnerability and strength bound together with absurd sensitivity that was so incredibly endearing.

It listened to him for so, so long, the brushes lingering on his shins, like one would a song in a different language, ignoring his words, only taking in the sound of hiccupping begging.

“P-pleah- hic! I- I cahn’ – hic! can’t tahake any- hic! more…”

Midoriya’s pleas, which came out of him without any real expectations, had bought him precious seconds, even minutes, before the brushes crawled up his thighs, renewing his hiccupping fit, but even though his giggling turned into laughter as soon as a brush got a little too eager and increased its pace, Mx Pastry was still going extremely easy on him, even contenting itself with halting the brushes altogether after only a couple of minutes to take in the adorable, close-eyed hiccupping again.

But as Mx Pastry knew very well, too much of a sweet thing makes it cloying; so, as soon as Midoriya’s breathing began to even out again, as soon as he dared glance up through his damp eyelids, his tormentor warned, “Make sure not to leave any dry spots.”

And just like the king, Midoriya realized he was naked. He hadn’t felt his underwear being pulled down or ripped off, yet his nudity was as undeniable as the sensation of slightly cooler air on his groin, which had grown damp with perspiration from all his thrashing and the forced mirth he’d expelled.

In his high school years, Midoriya used to feel embarrassed about his nakedness – he knew he wasn’t the biggest guy down there, and being below average used to worry him quite a bit. However, as he’d begun to wade into adulthood, he’d come to accept it without much of a fuss: it was just one part of him, he had a lot more going on for him. But currently, his apprehension wasn’t due to his size so much as the why his underwear had come off; and he wasn’t left to wonder for a long time.

Midoriya had thought the brushes felt excruciating on his feet, and utterly unbearable in his underarms; he now felt almost naïve that he’d somehow assumed it couldn’t get worse, because as soon as the brushes began to trace his V-line, like novices learning the English alphabet, he all but screamed.

“GGGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAAGAGAGAGHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHAHAHAHAHAT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Oh, how silly he felt to have felt relieved that the brushes had no thumbs to squeeze his hips! Because just a little below, that treasure trove of sensitivity he’d known nothing about was hiding in plain sight… sort of.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH HAHAHHA AHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I CAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAANT TAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAKE HIHIHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Midoriya was acutely aware of every single droplet of liquid traveling down his inguinal crease, dripping down his balls, taint, pooling around his buttocks… which should give the measure of how intensely he felt the two implements that were actually supposed to do the tickling, all too happy to keep swishing back and forth, up and down, even side to side occasionally on the railway track of his waist and below, and if they had to slide their dozens of supple, oily bristles across their victim’s member, so be it.

Midoriya had tried to protest the first few times that had happened, but after it had sunk in that it made no difference, he had almost come to welcome those intrusive touches, as for the briefest moment, he felt something other than mirth attempting to burst out of a too small container… well, less of it.

“HAHAHHAHAHA!!! PLEEAAHAHAHAH!! IHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAAAAA!! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M AHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!”

What felt the most unnatural was the silence that surrounded his broken statements of surrender. The lack of teasing. He didn’t miss it, but he was accustomed to it – the only person to have ever tickled him in silence was Bakugo, one time he was especially mad. It really drove home that there was no one to appeal to.

Midoriya thought he would have given anything just to get those brushes to go somewhere else; yet when that happened, well past the point he thought he’d be able to endure, he laugh-grunted in protest, because the dripping bristles targeted his dick next.

It wasn’t horribly ticklish, no, most of the giggles that kept spilling out of Midoriya’s mouth were a mixture of phantom tickles and anticipation for when it would – inevitably – get worse once again. But the brushes swished up and down, ensuring that one would always be working his head, and each time they came down, they had to travel a little farther up to reach it, as both the previous and current localized attention was having an effect on Midoriya. Adorable as he was, he was still a red-blooded young man, and those things, moist and warm and supple, kind of felt like tongues, except far more… reaching?

“Haha… ha… N-no you ca-an’t! d-do thaht… That’s… ah!”

Protest though he may, the feeling wasn’t horrible, and there was no denying the reddening skin, all the way up to his cheeks, nor the increase in the available ticklish area, or the fact that only a couple of minutes in, it had acquired an incline. No, indeed there was no denying the hitch in his breath.

That stimulation changed Midoriya’s outlook. It wasn’t so bad, no, but either way, none of that was real, right? It was surreal. He wasn’t being unfaithful or humiliated. It wasn’t happening. So maybe it wouldn’t have been the worst thing if they didn’t stop.

Midoriya would be left to ponder the reverse of that proposition, however, because the brushes had distracted him enough that he didn’t notice the gargantuan spatula closing in until it scraped under the dessert, flipping it over. Midoriya screamed when he saw the plate close in, he couldn’t use his Qurk, the weight of the roll would crush him…!

But instead of lethal pressure, what Midoriya felt was a pull, dragging him through the spongy layers of the dessert, until he resurfaced at the top, restrained in the exact same position, except for the fact he was now lying face-down on the soft surface. And he was a little uncomfortable, because his hard dick was underneath him, pointing towards his feet, just barely poking out from under his balls.

He felt even more vulnerable than before.

“Hey, umh, t-that’s enough, can we c-call it quits?” he tentatively asks the massive shape up above.

The dripping paintbrushes re-materialized, hovering just above his eyeline. A few drops of liquid splattering on the dessert in front of him alerted him to their presence, so he tried to crane his head back and up further, but he could only barely make out their bristles.

“If this is a dream, umh, I’m ready to wake up now,” he announced, his voice noticeably higher than before.

A drop of lotion fell on his nape, causing him to yelp. “P-Please, I don’t know how much more I can taHEKE!” he squeaked when he felt the brushes begin to paint his back, starting at his shoulders and making their way towards the small of his back.

Like the rest of him, his back was surprisingly toned, with sculpted ridges where one may have expected an even surface; too bad the paintbrushes seemed to delight in sweeping along those ridges specifically. That was how Midoriya discovered that the area under his scapulae was pretty sensitive, but not enough to cut off his begging.

When they did want him to “eep!” and “nah!” mid-sentence, all they had to do was slip into the ridge of his spine and travel towards his sacrum, which, in spite of the warm oil being liberally applied to his skin, never failed to cause goosebumps to appear on his skin.

And if they wanted to cut off his begging altogether, all they needed to do was take a drip down his sides, lingering on his hips, and his words would grow incoherent as they were punctuated with screams of laughter. “No no no no, don’t go there, don’t go thehEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH!!! GHAHAHA HAAAHAAHHAAH AHHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

Not being able to see what those brushes were doing, but only feeling it when it happened, made the sensation even more intense; but what happened next had Midoriya wishing they’d never left his sides alone, because the next time they sauntered down his back, they didn’t stop at his sacrum, but began to swirl against the rising mound of his apple bottom.

“AH!”

It tickled, like everything did, but that wasn’t the main reason behind Midoriya’s sudden contortion, his head shooting up, getting the matted hair out of his bulging eyes: no, it was the unwelcome novelty of it. It felt a bit like when he fell too hard on his ass, but instead of that sour pain that spreads from the very bottom of one’s back and lingers at the back of the throat, it turned, as it traveled up Midoriya’s nervous system, into a force of coerced mirth, one that was all the more prominent due to how intimate it felt. Not even Ochako, Kirishima, and certainly not Bakugo, had ever tickled him there, so he had no idea it would be sensitive.

“Noho hahahahahaha ihihit’s too wehird!! Nohahahaat thehehHEEEHEHHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

His giggling request shot up in pitch when a second pair of brushes came home to roost on the very spot where his bubble cheeks flattened into his thighs, a spot that had only ever been for sitting on and Ochako’s flirtatious squeezes in the least appropriate moments.

“HAHAHAHAH!! NONONOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! TwoisenoughtwoisenouohohHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

But Midoriya’s slip into bargaining didn’t deter the extra sets of bristles from beginning their wondrous journey from halfway down his butt to the middle of his thighs, and back again.

Even as he cackled his butt off – or so he would have wished – Midoriya’s analytical mind didn’t shut off: he realized that if a second pair of brushes had been added, it was because they were there to stay. In fact, soon, all too soon, the gentle, tentative licks of a third pair made themselves felt at the very tops of the twin mounds, proceeding to lacquer the two sexy turkeys.

It felt too weird. And too tickly to boot. Despite Midoriya having seemingly accepted none of that was really happening, and the fact that even so, he wasn’t in control, he couldn’t help the hiccupping pleas that burst from his leaps in-between hysterical peals.

“HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! SO WEIHEHEHEHEHHEHERD!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAH AHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

Midoriya was a modern, liberated young man. Having largely accepted that he was someone’s figment, he had dominated his own sense of shame as he quivered under the shameless touches. But even his eyes bulged when he felt more wet bristles feather his crack, and another set tease his taint and the base of his scrotum. He would have felt a lot more embarrassed if so much of his mind hadn’t been crushed by the increasingly unbearable tickling. At least it was no longer just his diaphragm performing incredible feats of contraction and expansion.

“AH!!!! NONONONONOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! NOHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAANYTHIHIHIHING BUTTHAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHAAAHHAHA! OH!! HAHAAHAAHAHAHAH- HAHA!”

Midoriya couldn’t get any redder, or any twitchier. He was already crying ticklish tears, his pulse was already feverish. But his laughter did change slightly, with sharp intakes of breath that almost, almost paused the stream of mirth every now and then, as the most secretive pleasure receptors were triggered by the frayed kisses of the brushes.

Mx Pastry looked down at their preparation, noticing the onset of the subtlest ambivalence. So it decided to put its finger on the kitchen scale, which meant conjuring one more brush, a softer, thinner one.

Midoriya didn’t notice it at first, because it went for the only spot on his body that wasn’t ticklish; even so, it began to patiently work its magic, such that, amidst the hysteria, blood began to answer the bristles’ summoning, and reverberating with the feathering of his butt and taint, the brush working the hero’s tip got him fully erect.

It took a long, long time for the brush to work its magic, but Mx Pastry was nothing if not patient, teasing the arousal out of Midoriya’s tickle-tortured form one gram at a time. But it went no further. Not of its own volition, no: in spite of the physical toll Mx Pastry’s baking had already extracted, some errant strand of the hero’s will had latched onto a single resolution: he would not cum. Not while he was being tickled beyond tears.

Mx Pastry wondered if his stubbornness wasn’t due to him knowing what would happen afterwards; either way, once it had its fill of that inner tug-of-war, it decided that that aberration of such a seasoned lee’s will would not stand. So it sent two more brushes to ravage Midoriya’s upturned soles.

Was it punishment, or was it a tactic to break his concentration? Midoriya wasn’t able to ponder it as the bristles blindsided him, fast and frenzied, no finesse, just a gleefully sadistic onslaught; but as soon as he felt it, as soon as the balance tipped, the well-worn lee hit another valley of resignation, of sinking unquestioningly into the stimulation, fully consigning himself to his tormentor’s will, not even because it would make it end it sooner, it was somewhere between resignation and acceptance.

It didn’t take long.

It was less an explosion and more a rising tide, as if the arousal each pass of a brush had painstakingly painted on was being scraped off by the very same instruments, the tickling focused on – even almost in – his toned backside morphing into pleasure. Midoriya gasped and froze, rendered speechless by the brushes working his scrotum and crack, as the heat left him.

The brushes withdrew, actually allowing him to slump on the surface of the dessert, too worn-out to question what had just come to pass. He didn’t even fight when he felt himself sink into the dessert once more, reappearing on the other side, still naked, glistening with sweat, panting, but now face-up, as if to force him to confront the sight of his spent cock, now resting on his abs and pointing at him like an accusatory finger.

“Don’t worry if some of the filling leaks out, there is a lot more where that came from!” boomed the cheerful voice.

And as he recovered, Midoriya felt an emotion he wasn’t that prone to: fury. It was not rational, the reception of offense, just a flash under the skin; but then he noticed the two dozen or so of dripping brushes floating around him.

“Add a second layer, don’t be shy with it!”

And panic set it. “No no no no I’m coated, I’m coHOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAAAHAAHAH!!!! ……………………………………. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA-! ……………………………………………………………… HAHAHAHAHAHAH……………………………….!!!”

Too many. Always too many, but far in excess after the climax had brought his nerves closer to the surface. Pits, check. Sides, check. V-line, feet, abs, check. And also his thighs, ribs, chest, even his neck and collarbone, and, needless to say, his groin, the brushes were everywhere. They were done pretending they wanted something other than to break him, and they waited for the post-orgasm hypersensitivity to do it.

When Midoriya crawled out of silent laughter, it was because a lucky brush had stumbled upon a secluded cluster of nerves that reset his chucklebox for a few moments before sending it back into hyperdrive. Begging was a thing of the past, but it was all too intense for his practiced acceptance. But for there to have been cognitive dissonance, he should have retained the ability for cognition.

He did come again – more than once, in fact. The brushes tormenting his pits and every single spot on his groin were far less shy now, and far more numerous. He didn’t even register the arousal build up, it was a purely mechanical affair that broke off the relentless tickling with a few waves of pleasure, where all that was happening to his body suddenly transformed into something stupendous, like his every inch of skin was erogenous… until the pleasure ebbed, and only madness remained.

And just when he was about to reach the far-off limits of his immense stamina, the brushes withdrew. Midoriya certainly didn’t notice, giggling, coughing, hiccupping, and quivering still for a long time afterwards; he barely noticed the lights shift as the dessert he was resting on was placed in an oven.

It took him a long time to notice that the warmth he was feeling wasn’t just due to the energy expenditure, and his analytical mind began to reform around the central question, before dismissing it: whatever it was, it would tickle. But his curiosity cut through the horror. It probably wouldn’t tickle per se, it was meant to enhance his sensitivity.

The oil was still there – it wasn’t meant only to lubricate the brushes, he now realized: the heat kept his blood flowing near the surface, enhancing his sensitivity, and the oil would keep seeping into his skin, keeping it attrition-free for whatever would come next.

Midoriya thought about demanding that it all stopped, even though he knew it would be futile, but the boulder that had seemingly lodged in his throat wouldn’t let him. Such peculiar rules in that space, he wasn’t thirsty or sore from his bonds, and his throat didn’t really hurt, but he was nonetheless worn out and he could feel the strain all that screaming and laughing had taken on his throat, even as he’d resumed hiccupping.

But his stoic awareness would soon be shaken, because it wasn’t long before the dessert was removed from the oven, and Midoriya was greeted with a bunch of powder being dumped on him, from the neck down.

“Dust with icing sugar to taste…” instructed Mx Pastry, “and it’s ready to serve!”

Dozens of forks materialized around Midoriya, forming a terrifying circle around him. Their dull points weren’t meant to pierce, no.

“And enjoy!”

The forks bowed, pointing straight at Midoriya’s captive body…

“WAIT!” yelled Midoriya, and the forks actually halted their advance. What was surprising was that his hadn’t been a plea, but an order. Midoriya himself wouldn’t have been able to tell where that sense of authority had come from – perhaps he’d simply been tickled so thoroughly that he was reminded he was no longer anyone’s victim. He might not be the most physically imposing hero, and he might be naked and restrained and tickled to orgasm a couple of times or more, but he was still packed with muscle, and he had a steadfast heart.

It would have been a blow to his ego to discover why Mx Pastry had actually stopped the forks: a pre-established plot, with the ancillary motivation of it finding Midoriya’s sudden switch simply too adorable.

“This has… been going on… long enough,” he stated, unable to prevent his strained voice from cracking. “I want this dream, or whatever it is, to be over.” If it’s not real, my will should be enough, right? reasoned Midoriya. “No more tickling.”

But he failed to account it might not have been his own fantasy he was existing in.

Still, the forks hovered at a healthy distance from him. Had he done it? He pulled at his bonds, but his Quirk was still inaccessible. As he twisted his right leg, he tried to rub the side of his foot against the surface he was lying on, as it itched a little bit. The relief was immediate… but the space between his pinkie and ring toes had also started to itch, and that was more difficult to scratch. And his left heel too. And actually, his thigh too, no, both, and his midsection, no, it wasn’t a circulation problem, it was…

Midoriya’s eyes bulged as he realized what the icing sugar he’d been dusted with actually was. “T-take it off,” he demanded, but his voice had grown unsure.

But the forks just hovered in place as the itch spread to every visible area of his body below the neck, like oil that slowly expands to fill a pan.

“I-I mean it!” he reiterated as the itch, rather than expanding sideways, spread to deeper nerves, growing ever more unbearable.

“This d-doesn’t even t-tickle, it’s just…” Midoriya trailed off as he tried and failed to turn himself over, increasingly more desperate to rub his front side against the surface of the dessert. But the bonds weren’t going to allow him such a mercy.

And when he found himself glancing at a fork, the full scale of just how screwed he was became obvious to him.

“O-one of you can s-scratch me,” he bargained – no, pleaded – with the forks. But they didn’t move. He rubbed the side of his foot into the spongy surface, again, but the relief was far diminished, while the itch just kept growing.

“Isn’t that wh-what you w-wanted? Come on!”

But they did nothing as his squirming grew ever more frantic, bearing no fruit.

“Y-yeah, it will tickle, but… Is it b-because I said no tickling? I can take just two or three, it’s, it’s fine…!”

But the forks did nothing; meanwhile, the more Midoriya struggled, the more millimeters of virgin skin the itching powder seemed to find.

“Please! It itches so much, just- just SCRATCH it, PLEASE!” he begged, but once again, the forks did nothing.

“Y-you can tickle me if you have to, just DO SOMETHING, I, I can’t take it, please! J-just… isn’t that w-what you wanted?! You can t-tickle me, a-all of you! Just please, PLEASE, do SOMETH-!”

Midoriya would never have to finish his imploration, because the forks suddenly pounced… and Midoriya screamed.

The forks had dull points – they were more similar to backscratchers than anything else – totally harmless against Midoriya’s still slick skin, except for how much they tickled. Coupled with the oil and itching powder, a single one of those would have been enough to reduce him to hysterics. But about ten of them were working his pits – the center of his hollows, the outer ridges, the base of his arms, down to the top of his ribs, where ten or so more roamed, scratching at his chest too because, why not. There was no counting the forks that colonized his washboard stomach, but even so, they weren’t more unbearable than the four – just four – that had taken a liking to his sides and V-line, causing him to buck wildly. Nearly two dozen were working every single spot on his thighs – not even the sides of his shins were safe. A dozen or so at each foot, not neglecting the sides or even the top.

Midoriya’s mind had been annihilated the moment all of them had touched down, so he had no idea what he sounded like – laughing, kind of, a lot of screaming and gurgling. He’d never been tickled in so many spots at once – and he’d shared a dorm with Shoji! – and he’d never, ever been that ticklish.

But it wasn’t just the tickling that was unbearable – the itch persisted, though it briefly morphed into pleasure whenever a fork moved a single inch.

Too much pleasure. Before he’d begged for the tickling because he needed the itch to stop; now, if he could have, he would have pleaded for it to increase because the relief from the itch just felt so, so good. Too good.

Midoriya had never experienced a hands-free orgasm. Never before had an orgasm started from his sides, specifically around his hips, and at the top of his V-line. Arguably the most sensitive area on his outrageously sensitive body. So if intense pleasure was applied to it, it was just a matter of causality: without Deku even noticing, his cock, which had grown turgid and slick once more, spurted all on its own, spilling his pleasure on his belly.

But the forks didn’t stop, no, not even after his sensitivity increased, also increasing the pleasure and torture.

Midoriya was bundle of nerves, nothing more – all cognition had been scratched out of him. He didn’t pass out until the very last second allotted to Mx Pastry ticked down, and he was transported out of his figment.

Mx Pastry looked at the kitchen timer, thoroughly pleased with his timing.

“And that, mes amis, is how you bake a cinnamon roll.”

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!midoriya #lee!midoriya

[youngboy-lee]

HEADCANON Aizawa shota

(as a ler and izuku as the lee)

(Contains tickles)

-don’t really tickles his students but Midoriya is an exception.

-he one day overheard Midoriya saying that he didn’t mind being tickled.

-every time Midoriya swears or being sassy he poke him on his side and ribs as a warning.

-he eventually gets into a ler mood after that and wreck his poor child.

-or when Midoriya is feeling sad but won’t admit it or when he hurts himself again

-he really think Midoriya’s laught is adorable but won’t admit it

-and when Midoriya joke : « why do you always tickles me ? Do you have an obsession on that ? » and then change the subject. But aizawa actually does..he is a BIG ler, after all. He just hasn’t found the perfect lee before meeting Midoriya

-sometimes without reason he just go to Midoriya’s dorm and tickle the shit out of him without break and say it’s training

-but obsiously he’ll immediately stop if he see that Midoriya is uncomfortable. (Never happen tho)

-he KNOWS not to cross boundaries, like he see it when the kid can’t take it anymore

-after that, Midoriya is a cuddle wreck. And he love belly rubs to gets ride of the ghost tickles

-and aizawa think his tummy is soft, so it’s winner-winner (father-son)

-or even sometimes when Midoriya don’t listen to him, he ties him with his capture weapon and tickles him, with his signature/sadistic smile.

-because of him, Present Mic also started tickling the kid 👀

-the little family is so cute 😭

#ler!aizawa #aizawa shōta #parental aizawa #lee!izuku #lee!deku #ticklish!midoriya #bnha headcannons #headcanon #tickle fluff #tickle headcanons #present mic #ler!present mic #cuteness #my hero academy fanfiction #fatherson #family dynamics

[sunflowernoodles]

Movie Night

Can I count this as something different because it’s Tododeku? Probably not, but that doesn’t matter. And multishipping is yes. A bit long and I don’t know if I’m very proud of this but I hope you enjoy it all the same!! 🌻

Lees: Midoriya, Shoto

Lers: Midoriya, Shoto

Ships: Tododeku

~~~

Midoriya and Shoto had been dating a little over a month and the former had invited his boyfriend over to his house for the weekend. Shoto’s house didn’t seem like a good choice for obvious reasons, so Midoriya’s place made the most sense.

“Thanks for coming over, Todoroki.” Midoriya smiled, getting a hint of a smile and nod from Shoto.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Shoto replied, smiling a little more as Midoriya turned away from him to knock on the door. After a minute, Inko opened the door to greet.

“Oh, hello you two! You’re a bit early.” Inko spoke but happily moved to let the two boys inside. “And it’s lovely to see you again, Todoroki.” She smiled.

Shoto returned the smile with a much smaller one, but a smile none the less. “So, what do you two have planned?” Inko asked, leading them to the kitchen where she had some snacks set out.

“We were just gonna watch some movies and maybe play some video games.” Midoriya said as he took a cookie and split it with Shoto, knowing he’d be too nervous to take one by himself. Shoto gave a little nervous smile to his boyfriend before he took a bite.

“Well, that sounds fun. You boys let me know if you need anything, and please! Take some snacks, I made them for you.” Inko offered, noticing how Shoto was about actually taking food without pointing it out.

“We will, thank you, Mom!” Midoriya beamed and he and Shoto took a few more cookies as well as some of the healthier snacks before retreating to Midoriya’s room.

“Your mom is nice.” Shoto finally spoke up, stealing an apple slice from their plate of snacks as they sat on top of Midoriya’s bed. Midoriya smiled

“She really is. But anyways, what kind of movie are you in the mood for?” Midoriya asked and they settled in for the night.

~

It was dark out now and they were a few movies in. Shoto and Midoriya sat close as they watched the tv in front of his bed, the long empty plate having been moved to the desk.

Shoto had never been able to give movies his full attention, and now that they were on the third, that definitely wouldn’t happen. His eyes drifted down to Midoriya’s arm that he’d been holding for a while now.

Something Shoto learned he liked quiet a bit about his boyfriend, is that he had freckles nearly everywhere, not just on his face. Shoto admired the freckles and old scars adorning Midoriya’s arm for a moment before gently tracing a line down his forearm. Midoriya let out a startled yelp.

“Todoroki, what-“ Midoriya started, more flustered by the affection than anything.

“I’m just looking, sorry” Shoto apologized but kept running his hand across his boyfriend’s arm, making him squirm a little as he tried to keep his arm still.

“I- I know thahat but it- it kind of tickles.” A small giggle slipped past Midoriya’s lips as he spoke. Shoto just gave a small chuckle.

Midoriya being ticklish was anything but a surprise to Shoto being all their friends have tickled him many times. Though he never had himself since he was so distant at the beginning of the year and then too flustered from his feelings for the green haired boy to even try tickling him.

“I know, but you’re fine.” Shoto shrugged. Though after a moment, Shoto wanted more than the one little giggle from a second ago. Shoto’s hand drifted lower on his squirming boyfriends arm as he recalled past times others have tickled him. Then without any warning-

“ShohHOHOtohoho! WahaHAhait!” Midoriya laughed as Shoto was fighting to get a good hold on his hips, only getting a good squeeze in once or twice.

Shoto did eventually get the upper hand and sat himself on Midoriya’s thighs, Midoriya’s shirt rolling up a little from all the commotion. Shoto spotted some more freckles on the now exposed skin.

“Oh look, more freckles.” Shoto said innocently as he ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Midoriya’s hips, making him squeal and arch his back a little.

“SHOHOHOHOHOTOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHA!” Midoriya laughed as Shoto just smiled down at him with a small blush on his face. Midoriya on the other hand was beet red because of the sudden attack and laughing so much from his worst spot getting immediately went after.

Midoriya was laughing so much but found the strength to reach over and lightly tickle Shoto’s knee. Now Midoriya had no clue Shoto was ticklish, he was just hoping it’d do something. And it definitely did.

Shoto moved his leg quickly, being distracted long enough that Midoriya got the upper hand, flipping their positions so Shoto’s back was too the bed. Shoto let out a small yelp of surprise as he stared up at his boyfriend, a small blush spreading across his face again.

“Yohou- that wahas very mean, Shoto.” Midoriya giggled as he took a second to catch his breath. Shoto smiled slightly at the small laugh and from anticipation.

“But anyways, are you ticklish?” Midoriya asked, gently placing his hands around Shoto’s hips and grinning slightly as he felt Shoto tense up underneath him. But even then, Shoto shook his head.

“No, I’m not.” Shoto whispered shyly and shrugged. He squeaked when he felt a small pinch to his side that made him squirm.

“Awe, I think you are though. What about here? Are you ticklish here, Todoroki?” Midoriya teased as he kneaded his thumbs into Shoto’s belly.

Shoto’s eyes widened, a wobbly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth at the sensation, “That- Midoriya, wahait. Plehehease.” Shoto quietly giggled as his legs kicked uselessly behind his boyfriend. Seeing as Midoriya was hardly tickling him and Shoto could easily tickle him back still or ask to be left alone, he continued.

“Wait? Wait for what? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Midoriya said in faux confusion. He then gasped dramatically, “Oh no, Todoroki. You didn’t lie to me, did you?”

For someone that was so easily flustered, Shoto thought it was unfair that Midoriya was so good at teasing. Shoto was brought back from his thoughts when he heard Midoriya speaking.

“Oh, look at that. You have little freckles, too.” Midoriya spoke, poking a few of the little lonely freckles on Shoto’s belly where his shirt had ridden up.

“I- Ihi dohohon’t really thihink those are the sahame thing, Midoriya.” Shoto giggled, squeaking softly at each little poke. Midoriya just smiled at the sight of his happy, giggling boyfriend since he’s almost never seen him like this before.

“Hey, will you care if I do something? Y’know, since you aren’t ticklish?” Midoriya asked with a little pinch to his boyfriend’s side and for now giving him a break.

Shoto thought for a moment and gave a surprisingly playful smile, “Only if you let me tickle you after.” Shoto shrugged and got a small blush from Midoriya in return.

“Fine, I suppose thats fair.” Midoriya sighed, moving to straddle Shoto’s legs as he pushed his shirt up a little further.

Shoto just watched in confusion and curiosity, shivering a little when the cold air from the room hit his bare stomach. He let out a small giggle of anticipation when Midoriya leaned down, expecting something more viscous. But all he did was plant a small kiss on Shoto’s belly wherever there was a small freckle or birthmark or scar.

Shoto gasped softly and smiled, “Wahait, nohoho!” He giggled when Midoriya continued to repeatedly kiss all over his stomach. “Izuhuhuhukuhu!”

“Yes, Shoto ~?” Midoriya asked teasingly, laying his head on Shoto’s stomach, taking to gently scratching up and down the length of Shoto’s side. It was just enough to keep him giggling.

“I dohon’t knohohow.” Shoto whined, an unimaginably wide smile spread across his face as he was honestly happy about the silly display of affection and attention.

“Aww, so you want me tickle you? Okay, Shoto.” Midoriya teased but seemingly, he was correct. The fact Shoto hasn’t moved and his giggles grew to a higher pitch was all he needed to tell.

“You’re suhuhuch a dohohohork.” Shoto giggled when Midoriya went back to kissing anywhere he could on his boyfriend’s stomach, occasionally giving him a raspberry to make him squeal and cause his laughter to go all pitchy.

Shoto laid there relishing in the tickly affection for a few minutes before tapping Midoriya’s shoulder and he backed up and pulled his shirt back down. “Alright, I’m done. Let’s go back to our movies.” Midoriya smiled as he ruffled up Shoto’s hair, but the other quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside him.

“Oh, no. Don’t you remember? You’re next, Izuku.” Shoto teased.

It was safe to say, they weren’t paying attention to their movies for a while.

#bnha tickles #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #lee!midoriya #ticklish!midoriya #sfw tickles #tickle fic #I hate spell checking because I somehow still always miss something

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

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

Characters that I will be mainly using.

FNAF

1. Michael Afton

2. CC Afton

3. Y/N

4. William Afton

5. Moondrop

6. Sundrop

7. Gregory

8. Glamrock Freddy

MHA

1. Isuku

2. Bakugo

3. Kiri

4. Danki

5. Mr. Aziawa

6. All Might

7. Presient Mic

8. Hawks

DSMP

1. Dream

2. Gorege

3. Sapnap

4. Karl

5. Ranboo

6. Tommy

7. Pilza

8. Technoblade

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

#ticklish!deku #ticklish!midoriya #ler!glamrock freddy #lee!deku #lee!gregory #tickle thoughts #ler #lee!george #fnaf tickles #ler!sundrop #ler!hawks #lee!moondrop #lee!izuku #lee!midoriya #lee!sun #lee!michael #fnaf tickling #erasermic tickles #hawks tickling #mha tickles #tickle content #tickle art #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!bakugo #tickle dream #tickletorture #tickle dsmp

[burningablaze]

Bakugou and Midoriya - “Why are you giggling?”

Ler: Bakugou

Lee: Midoriya

“Why are you giggling?” Bakugou teased Midoriya as his hand went to different spots all over him but didn’t tickle him.

“Kacchahahahahahahahan dohohohon’t do thahahahat!” Midoriya squealed as he watched Bakugou’s hand and waited for the dreadful tickles.

“Don’t do what? I don’t know what you’re accusing me of something that I’m not doing.” Bakugou relentless teased Midoriya as his hand stopped at his hip.

Midoriya gasped and tried to squirm away but Bakugou kept him right where he wanted him.

“Kacchan, you wouldn’t!” “I can do whatever damn well that I please.”

Bakugou’s thumb dug in Midoriya’s hipbone just right and Midoriya was hysterical.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KACCHAHAHAHAHAN! LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Not a chance!”

#mha midoriya #mha bakugou #ler!bakugou #lee!midoriya #ticklish!midoriya #mha sentence starters #mha tickle

[lovelymessybubbly]

omg, congratulations on 1k followers!!!! could I please request tama wrecking deku? 👉👈 thanks so much ^^

"hehe! is your quirk extreme ticklishness?"

hehe i will never tire of bullying this cutie, he is just so darn precious !! (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ he always gets frantic so easily ! how can i resist tickling him persistently like this ? uhu

those machines look quite cruel. maybe a familiar friend lent them to tama? ufufu (✧ω✧)

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

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

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 15 ~Tickle Fight~ (My Hero Academia)

CW: Swearing!

“GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN NERD-”

Midoriya was flying. Racing down the dorm halls, he nearly crashed into Todoroki when the other boy turned the corner.

“Todoroki!” Midoriya barely had time to squeeze his arm before Bakuogu came into view, hands popping. Switching gears, he pulled Todoroki before him like a human shield, giggling in anticipation. “Sahahve me!”

“What- huh?” Todoroki paled, clarity hitting him as Bakugou’s explosions went out, fingers raised and clawed. “Oh no- I’m an innocent bystand-eheheher!”

“Two for one? I’ll take it! Die- you damn nerds!” Bakugou roared as he grabbed them both, one arm around each of their waists as he dug into their bellies. “This is what you get for trying to tickle me!”

“Kahahhahhahchahahhahan, pleahahhhahahhase!” Midoriya squealed, feet kicking bicycles in the air as he thrashed about. “Iihihihiihm shahahahhahaharry!”

“Gehahaha! Dohoohon’t tihihiihckle me, yohoohoohu jehehehherk!” Todoroki was a bit better, feet planted on the ground as he tried doubling over and away. “Cuuhuhuhut it ohohohoohut!”

“No way! This is too good!” Bakugou snickered, blasting himself over to the nearest couch before tossing them on, resuming the tickles immediately. “So- which one of you is gonna cry for mercy first?”

“Kahahhahahchhahahhahahan!” Midoriya squealed when his ribs were pinched.

“Gehehehhet ohohoohohohooff!” Todoroki cried out as his thigh was squeezed, cheeks pink.

“Stubborn, are we? Fine- Guess I’ll just have to keep tickling you-AH!” The blonde yelped when a streak of black shot out- Midoriya’s quirk wrapping around his waist before he was yanked between the pair. “Shit- Hang on! Hahahahhang ohohohohohohohon fuuhuhuhuuhuhuck!”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you over the sound of us winning!” Midoriya cheered, he and Todoroki going for each side of Bakugou’s torso, digging into ribs and pinching along his waist.

“What was that earlier about crying mercy?” Todoroki cooed, equally motivated.

“Shuhuhuhhuhuhut thehhehehehe fuhuhuhuhuck uhuhuhuuhuhp! Ahehahhahhahahahaha yohoohoou dhahahahahmn neheheherds-AHHAH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!”

“All you gotta say is mercy, Kacchan.” Midoriya teased, pinching his hips relentlessly as Todoroki held up his wrists. “Just say the word and it’ll all be over.”

“FUHUHUHUUHCK OHOHOHOHOOFF!”

“So be it. Get him good, Midoriya.”

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober #mha/bnha #tickle #tickle dabble #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #The ticklish trio y'all #tw: swearing

[wreckingtickles]

The Auction - Bundle 2

The seond chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA. Read with caution.

Part 1

Words: 2,235

“Stay the fuck away!” thundered Bakugo when he saw the floating hands approach once more. Metal claws materialized at the tip of their fingers as, heedless of protests, each set headed for their target’s midsection.

“What are you-- Ha! Youhu can’t doho that! Thahat tihickles!” protested Inasa when the claws began to rake at his impressive stomach, seeming to almost disappear in the thick muscle, with only the big dolt’s squirming and tittering to prove their effectiveness.

Next to him, Todoroki was holding back his giggles again, the same focused expression and puffed up cheeks as before. When most of the claws migrated to the left three-pack, Todoroki shut his eyes, his face growing redder as soon as his more sensitive half was targeted. How long would he be able to hold out for? And… would he come to regret using up his stamina like that?

“No no hohohoho hahahahaha! Hahahahahaah plehehehahase nohohohohohohoho! Hahahaha hahahahahahahaha!”

The claws had finally coaxed audible laughter out of Ojiro. It was lower-pitched and less frantic than Izuku’s, but it had that same note of purity and innocence that made it quite pleasant to the ear, so much so that, in different circumstances, Bakugo would have wondered why the shy boy wasn’t targeted more by their classmates when they used Deku’s adorableness as a justification for their tickle assaults.

Kirishima was no stranger to waxing rhapsodic about Ojiro’s physique: whereas his own was built for strength, Ojiro’s had been shaped for balance, acrobatics, and explosive power, it was the lean, powerful form of a martial artist who could perfectly shift his weight around. As such, his core was exceptionally well defined.

“Listen to monkey-boy Gray! Doesn’t he sound like he’s having fun? I wonder if all those abs workouts didn’t make them more ticklish?”

Through the unstoppable giggles, Ojiro noticeably blushed. He really didn’t like the attention and the teasing, which seemed to only make the torment worse for him. “Hahahaha nohohoho! Dohohon’t tehehehease mehe! Hahahahaha HAHA hahahahahah!”

“Haaaahahahahahahahah! Hahahahahah Hahahahahahahaha hahahahaha hahahaha!”

“Oh? Having trouble, Red?”

The claws were wreaking absolute havoc on Kirishima’s sculpted abs, leaving red marks in their wake as they discovered that applying just a little extra pressure worked even better. But even as he couldn’t stop laughing, he remained defiant. “Hahahahaha hahaaha! Brihihihihihihng hihihihit ohohohohohn! Hahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahaha!”

“Did you hear him, everyone? He’s challenging us! Oh, what fun we’ll have together…”

“HA! Uh—N-No! Sh-ShihiT!”

The protests were coming from Bakugo’s right, where Shindo was biting his lower lip to keep himself from laughing as the claws were tracing the curves of his chiseled abs oh-so-torturously.

“Having trouble, Black?”

Shindo did not respond, too focused on controlling his reactions. The claws were moving feather-light, teasingly, and his smile kept growing.

“You see, folks, Black’s Quirk has made them immune to any form of stimulation that isn’t steady. So squeezing and poking don’t do anything, but, let’s say, metal tips applying constant pressure and maintaining unchanging speed…”

“ShihihihiIHHIHIHT! HAhahahahahahah fuhahahahahah hahahahahahahahahahahahhaha!”

“Well, you can hear for yourselves! Are you upset we found your little secret, Black?”

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Nohoho! HAhahahahahahahahaahahhahahaha!”

“I’m sorry, was that an answer or a plea? Either way, let’s move down the line! It seems like Orange here is a bit of a party pooper!”

Bakugo knew the announcer was talking about him, but he couldn’t reply. He couldn’t ignore the feeling of the dull claws delivering pinpoint stimulation that felt like it was crawling under his skin, both feather-like and sharp.

It tickled, fuck if it tickled. But he wouldn’t laugh. They couldn’t make him.

“Ugh, I’m already bored. Why can’t you be more like Green? This ray of sunshine is ticklish everywhere!”

“Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaahah! Hahahahahahahaaha! Hahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Plehehehahahse!”

The claws on Deku’s abs had slowly gravitated from the center of his abs to their outline, which seemed to produce even better results. He wasn’t laughing as hard as when his hips were being targeted, but Bakugo knew how sensitive his belly was firsthand.

But there was one laughter that was notably absent.

“Uh-- Ah! He-Hey! What…?! No-hu! HA! No no…”

Kaminari’s tormentors had not touched him yet. Instead, they hovered threateningly around his midsection, wiggling their clawed fingers at him, drawing closer and dancing away, even poking on occasion, but retreating right after coaxing a startled yelp…

Toying with him.

“Ah, worry not, gentleshadows! We did not forget about Yellow! We just thought that we’d let you hear everyone else before getting to him! Let me reassure you that he’ll also do his time in full!”

“No, please…” whimpered Kaminari.

“But I don’t believe Green, Black and Red are piping down any time soon, so let’s include Yellow too!”

“Wait wait WaAAAAAHAHAHAAIHIHIHIT HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAH! GYAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The claws made contact, and Kaminari exploded. He wiggled and thrashed frantically as the tips stroked at his abs, screaming with laughter.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAP!”

The claws were applying just the right pressure not to hurt, so nothing would distract from the agonizing feeling. The tips were dragged up and down his six-packs, then one would switch to scribbling and wriggling, each change in their approach being signposted by a fresh scream from Kaminari.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAAHAH PLEHEHEHHAHAHHASE I CAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- CAHAHAHAAAAAAAAN’T!”

The desperate laughter and begging did not stop after 30 seconds, or 40. Or 1 minute. Or 2. Or 5. The deafening sounds coming out of Denki were no longer a symptom of his melodramatic streak, but a faithful representation of the hell he was feeling.

Little did he know it would get worse.

“Wow, I hope you brought ear plugs… Oh? What’s that?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Bakugo saw it. Brief flashes emanated from Kaminari. Threatening sparks arched from the skin that the claws were drawing torturous patterns on, their buzzing completely drowned out by Denki’s laughter, too strong for him to keep begging. And then…

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! NO NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The metal claws were crackling with electricity like some video game final move, white tendrils shooting form Denki into the claws and back into him.

“The claws are conducting his Quirk! His own Quirk is tickling him! I wish we could take credit, but not even we knew. What a wonderful surprise!”

Bakugo had been on the receiving end of Kaminari’s ticklish shocks. Only once, though: he’d made it sure the electric blond’d regret it. In fact, the whole class had ganged up on him to get him to stop sneaking up behind them and delivering precision strikes to their sides or ribs or belly. When carefully controlled for that purpose, Kaminari’s Quirk was horrifyingly effective. And now, Kaminari wasn’t just being ruthlessly tickled on one of his very worst spots with an item that had been designed for that, his own Quirk was turning against him. Even Bakugo felt a pang for sympathy for the guy. Or he would have, had he been not trying so hard to stifle his own reactions.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH HHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”

“Oh? Have I gone deaf?”

“……………………………………GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHKE IHIT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!!”

“No, you really can’t, Yellow, but you’ll have to!”

Bouts of silent laughter were interspersed with screams, coughing fits, and broken pleas that went unheeded, as the claws never so much as paused their tracing. Sometimes they would highlight the contours of each muscle, other times one hand would tickle at the very top of the abs, right below the solar plexus, while the other devoted its attention to Kaminari’s lower belly, just above his waist.

At one point, one of the claws began circling his bellybutton, which Bakugo could see on the monitors, but would have also deduced from the fact that the same was happening to him. That new spot didn’t produce the slightest change in Kaminari’s laughter, but Ojiro’s next to him grew higher pitched and more frantic.

“Found Gray’s tickle button! Tickle tickle, monkey boy!”

But not even that new spot found on Ojiro allowed him to drown out Kaminari. The fingers tickling him had become impossible to see, enveloped as they were in bright light, with dozens of sparks gliding along the entirety of Kaminari’s stomach, his face stained with tears and drool…

ZAP!!!

A flash brighter than the spotlights dazzled the auctionees, or, at least, the ones who were managing to keep their eyes open.

“AAAAAAGH! My eyes! I’ll never paint again!”

Kaminari was slumped forward, help upright only by his manacled wrist, his head lolling idly. The monitors showed his dopey expression with an even bigger, stupider grin than usual, as not even the electrical discharge had caused the disembodied hands to stop roaming his abs. The short-circuited Kaminari made no attempt to escape the stimulation.

“It seems that Yellow here has had a little accident!”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

His raspy laughter was still going full-force, but there wasn’t the slightest variation to it, it was like someone had fallen asleep at a sound effect board and the same sound kept playing ad infinitum.

“Ok, that’s a little unsettling. I think we’ll retire Yellow for now, but worry not, I’m sure he’ll be back for the finale! We’ll release his complete tickle chart, so make sure to bid on him as well when the time comes! He has more than one big surprise left, I promise!”

The hands around Denki vanished and the spotlight and monitors above him switched off.

“What can I say, we’re too good at our jobs! And I’m sure our other auctionees will agree.”

With Kaminari gone, Ojiro, Midoriya, Kirishima, and Shindo served as the main sources of entertainment until the hands finally, mercifully floated back.

Bakugo gasped and inhaled loudly. It couldn’t have been only because it had tickled more this time: the tickling had gone on for way longer than before. It had to have. Maybe not just the tools, but also the time depended on the bidding?

Despite not having let out a single giggle, Bakugo was drenched in sweat. It wasn’t just the warm glare of the spotlight, the effort of suppressing his reactions had begun to take its toll on him. No fucking matter. He wouldn’t laugh.

His eyes immediately went to Kirishima, whose wild hair was half down, the gel beginning to lose to the thrashing and perspiration. Even his red boxers had started to turn darker around his inner thighs. As soon as Kirishima opened his eyes and saw Bakugo looking at him, he smiled. Not from the phantom tickles, he was offering his encouragement despite having had it so much worse than his friend. Bakugo turned away, and, in so doing, found himself facing a flushed Shindo.

“That… was… something,” remarked the Ketsubutsu hero before taking in the state of his fellow auctionees. Bakugo didn’t like the way his leer felt.

“Still having fun?” asked the auctioneer.

“For… the most part. I do… like the view,” he replied unabashedly.

“Fucking freak,” muttered Katsuki.

“I recommend you stop… holding it in. You’ll only run out of stamina faster.”

“I don’t need your advice, you--"

“I’m just saying. No one is buying that you aren’t ticklish. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. Didn’t you hear the announcer? They have charts, even.”

“We most certainly do! And may I say, Black, I’m certain you would be a spectacular tickler! You have the perfect Quirk for it, and quite the mean streak, if I may say so myself.”

“Think you’ll let me have some fun?”

“We will, but not like that, I’m afraid!”

“Too bad. I would have loved to show Blasty here a good time.”

Bakugo snarled and cussed, while Shindo only went on smiling and the bidding for Bundle 3 started.

“Midoriya, you ok?” he heard Kirishima call out.

The green-haired hero was a mess. His chest and face were completely flushed, rivulets of sweat were running down his form, and his eyes were foggy with ticklish tears. His mop of curls stuck to his forehead and the back of the chair. Midoriya’s eyes fluttered open and he nodded weakly.

As if the loser wasn’t ticklish enough on his own, the hands had never given him a moment of reprieve, targeting some of his worst spots one after the other, including the worst one. He probably had to count his blessings the time spent on his hips wasn’t as long as on his abs, and the hands were only warming up back then. But Bakugo knew that Midoriya was still far from safe.

Next to him, Todoroki didn’t look any less exhausted. Stamina had always been one of the few areas where he was lacking compared to many of his classmates, and he’d expended a lot of it fighting his reactions.

Inasa seemed the least worn out of the group, while Ojiro was busy taking deep breaths to even his heart rate. The second part of the tickling in particular had been brutal for him, and Bakugo was willing to bet that his tail being firmly secured to the other side of the back of the chair made him feel even more helpless.

“What… about… Kaminari?” panted Deku interrogatively.

“Don’t worry about your friend, we’re letting him rest until the finale… or until he recovers, whichever comes first. But save your breath, my precious little Green! Here, everyone, have a drink!”

The floating hands offered a water bottle to each auctionee, bringing the straw to their lips. Only Bakugo refused to drink.

#tickle content #tickletorture #mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle fic #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!ojiro #ticklish!ojirou! #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!shindou #spicy content #t word

[youngboy-lee]

Just izuku still don’t know that aizawa is about to wreck him so bad lol

Like he’s some sort of vigilante and is being a brat so aizawa ‘tie him up’ (like the drawing) and izuku’s like « what are you gonna do old man ? Ground me ???? » and aizawa is like « na, imma just tickle you for the rest of your life » and then izuku apologise but aizawa still do it (not that he hates it) so now aizawa know what to do if izuku don’t listen :)

(I forgot to add his freckles on his arms and stomach sorry)

(Again, need a fanfic pretty pls)

#lee!izuku #mha fanart #ler!aizawa #ticklish!midoriya #lee!deku #lee!midoriya #shoto aizawa #izuku fluff #my hero academia #tickle fic #tickle art #dont like dont read #sorry it’s cringe

[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!

[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

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[burningablaze]

Midoriya x Reader - Time to Relax

Summary: After a long day of doing hero work, Midoriya comes home exhausted. To make his day a little better, you wanted to give him a special massage treatment

Relationship: S/O

Lee: Midoriya

Ler: Reader

Words: 1,864

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“Perfect,” You said as you gently set your new foot bath over a towel. You bounced on your toes in excitement. You recently bought a new foot spa since your other one broke, and this new foot bath has everything you needed: heat settings, a bubble machine, rollers, and a pumice stone. It was perfect.

Before you could pour water into the small tub, Midoriya just got home from hero work. He looked more tired than usual; his eyelids were halfway closed, tiny beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, and his face cringed with every step he took.

“Izuku?” You whimpered. You were worried about Midoriya. He had a rough, tiring day. He strolled toward you as he groaned. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah, I’m just exhausted. I’ll be fine.”

Midoriya sat down on the couch and took his shoes off. He sighed with relief. “I think these boots are killing me. I understand that the iron soles in my shoes allow me to make my kicks stronger, but I’m starting to believe that there getting uncomfortable.”

“Can you get them redone?” You asked and sat down next to him with your leg underneath you and used your arm as a headrest. Midoriya leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll go by the support team tomorrow to see what modifications they can do. For now, I just want to rest.”

You combed through his hair and lightly scratched his scalp, hoping it would make him feel relaxed. Midoriya gently smiled and breathed softly. You smiled with him without thinking. Midoriya lifted his head and noticed something on the floor before you. “What is that?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed and looked down at your feet; your foot bath was still ready to be used. “Oh! I just got that today!” You said excitedly. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Your other one was old and broken. You used my card, right?” Midoriya inquired. You stared at him, thinking that he already knew the answer. No, you did not use his card.

“Baby, I don’t need to use your card all the time.” You said. Midoriya pushed out his bottom lip. “But I like when you buy stuff to spoil yourself.” This man is such a baby.

You sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll use your card next time I go shopping,” Midoriya smiled widely. “But!” You exclaimed. Midoriya’s smile disappeared again. “I have to know if it’s okay with you first. I don’t want to spend all of your money.”

“Alright, deal,” Midoriya said. “Are you going to use it right now?” He questioned. “Nope. You are!” You chimed. “M-Me? But I never had anything like this before!” He said while covering his socked foot with the other. “Honey, you’ll be fine. It’s totally relaxing.” You reassured him.

You sprinkled Epsom salt in the bath and stirred it around. You made sure the water wasn’t too hot by using the control panel. Everything was perfect, and just in time when Midoriya came out of the bedroom in comfortable clothes.

“You ready?” You asked. Midoriya smiled sheepishly. “Y-Yeah,” He sat down on the couch in front of the foot spa. He lifted one leg to dip one foot slowly in the warm water. He suddenly became less tense and sank down into the cushions. He submerged his foot in the water and closed his eyes, letting the warm water relax him.

“How do you feel?” You asked. “It feels really good,” Midoriya replied and wiggled his toes. You looked at the control panel and pressed a button to turn on the bubble machine setting. The water began to move from the bubble jets. Midoriya giggled lightly. “It-It kinda ti-tihihickles.” “Want me to turn it off?” You asked. “No, nohoho. It’s fine.”

Midoriya wanted to explore a little more and moved his feet back and forth. He didn’t notice the rollers at the bottom. He giggled again. “What’s wrong this time?” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his reaction. “There’s these spikey things at the bottom.” He said, letting out quiet giggles here and there. “Thohohose are rollers.” You said, chuckling. “Oh,”

After an hour, it was time to turn it off. Midoriya brought his feet out of the water and patted them dry with a towel that was underneath the foot bath so the water wouldn’t spill all over the floor. “Care to leave a review?” You joked. Midoriya kisses your lips. “I loved it. Don’t be surprised when I steal this away from you.” Both of you laughed.

Before Midoriya was about to get up from the couch after he was done drying his feet, you sat down in front of him with a couple of stuff in your hands. “I’m not done with you yet.” You said. You laid out a three-in-one tool and body cream next to you. “What is it?” Midoriya asked.

“I forgot to mention that you can’t just be done after soaking your feet. There are steps to make it better.” You said. Midoriya groaned. “Oh, hush, it’s not that bad.” You patted the tub, motioning to put his feet back in the water. Midoriya dunked his feet again, then pulled one foot out.

“Now then, let’s begin.” You grabbed the three-in-one tool and used the pumice stone side to softly grazed it over his heel. Midoriya wrapped his arm around his stomach and covered his mouth. He curled his toes and twitched his feet. “Stop squirming!” You said as you tried to hold his foot in place. “I cahahahahahan’t!”

You kept forgetting that Midoriya has ticklish feet. You shook your head and continued to scrub the stone over his heel and the outside of the arch. You weren’t going very fast or pressing too hard; Midoriya was just plain out ticklish. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha stohohohohohop, it tihihihihickles!” “Sorry, darling, nothing I can do about it.”

You wrapped your arm over his ankle to keep his foot still and kept going. “Nohohohohoho, that’s not fahahahahahair!” “Life’s not fair!” Midoriya struggled to slip his foot from your arm.

After you were done using the pumice stone, you flipped the handle to now use the brush. You snapped your fingers to get him to lay out one foot in front of you. “No, no, no, no, nohohohohohohoho!” “I’m sorry, baby, but this will probably tickle. I’ll be super gentle. You’ll thank me.”

You gently brushed the brush over the top of his toes. He was fighting for his life, clamping his mouth with both of his hands, and struggled not to move. His toes curled and moved away from the brush a few times, but he had to dedicate himself to getting it over with.

Midoriya panted heavily after you were done with everything, well, almost everything. You dried his feet with a towel and sat on the couch. You patted your thighs. Midoriya swung his feet over your lap. You grabbed your body cream and squirted a minimal amount of the lotion on your hands, and rubbed them together. “This will make your feet really soft and smooth.”

You glided your hands up and down his soles, wrapped them around the top of his feet, and pushed all your fingers in between his toes. Midoriya laughed like no tomorrow. He was wiggling his feet so much that you trapped his feet by placing one leg on top of his ankles while the other leg was below. You kinda felt bad, but it needed to be done.

“Plehehehehease don’t dohohohoho thahahahahahat! It’s tohohohohohoo muhuhuhuhuch! Plehehehease it tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! AAH! NOT MY TOES! NOT MY TOHOHOHOHOHOHOES! Y/N STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Alright, alright, relax, you ticklish dork.” You said. Midoriya caught his breath and wondered why you haven’t let him go yet. “Uh, Y/N, could you let my feet go?” He asked nervously. “Not right now.” You said, smirking a little. “What, why?!”

“Because you’ve been working too hard, and you seemed you never had time to give yourself a break.” “But why this? Are you going to tickle me?” “If that’s what it takes to get you to relax, then yes, I am going to tickle you.”

Your nails scribbled up and down his soles. Midoriya arched his back and squirmed around. “Nohohohohohohoho! I’ve been tihihihihihickled already! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Yeah, but I figured that this would be fun. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!” You scratched underneath the ball of his foot and the padding underneath his toes.

“No tickle tihihihihihihickles! Dohohohohohon’t tehehehehehease mehehehehe!” "Why not? I love how you squeal and get so flustered when I tease you and tickle you just like this.”

Midoriya threw his head back and didn’t have enough strength to get his feet free. You titled your head to the side. “Are your ankles ticklish?” You asked. Your hands slithered to his ankles and very lightly fluttered your fingertips over his ankles.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehe Y/N!” Midoriya blushed again and covered his mouth with his palms. “Aww, it does tickle, doesn’t it?” You kept the teasing and tickled all over his ankles. “Stohohohohohop teasing mehehehehehe!” “Tempting, but no.”

You softly glided your fingers across the top of his feet all the way to the top of his toes. “Y/N! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha, please, not my tohohohohohoes!”

You smirked. “Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you through your giggling.” Immediately you dug underneath his toes. Midoriya thrashed around like a worm while screaming.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, coo! Who’s my favorite ticklish pro hero?”

His loud laughter absolutely made you smile and kept tickling me for another moment. You kept one hand tickling his toes while using the other to rake his sole on his other foot. He went bunkers with that move.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEASE, STOHOHOHOHOP! Y/N PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAY AWAYEHEHEHEHE FROM MY TOHOHOHOES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Midoriya was desperately pulling his legs back to him as his face was turning red and his stomach was hurting. This time, you finally stopped torturing him. You lifted your leg so Midoriya could have his feet back. He continued to giggle as his feet felt tingly.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to go overboard.” You apologized with a sad tone. Somehow you felt upset about how much you tickled him and didn’t stop until he was screaming. All you wanted for him was to relax.

Midoriya stopped his giggling and glared at you. Your heart was beating against your chest of his scary gaze. Then, in one swoop, Midoriya playfully growled and pulled you close to him until you ended up lying on his chest. He began to kiss you on your cheeks and neck.

“Hahahahahahahaha, Izu! Quit it!” You shrieked. Midoriya gave out one last big kiss on your cheek before he stopped. “So your not mad?” You asked. “How can I be mad when you made me feel better? You have no idea how much I needed to laugh like that.” He said and pulled a lock of hair out of your face. “I’m glad.” You rested your head underneath his chin. “If All Might saw me now, he would probably do the same thing.” Midoriya chuckled. “Then don’t stop smiling.”

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