#lee!kirishima

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it's been a while since i drew anything for bnha (´ᴗ｀;)

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Car(ing) Tickles

A/N: I watched the "future" episode of BNHA and how could I not notice the special manufacture of Bakugou's backseat? Well, the three of them in one car was just too good to be left out.

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The inside of Bakugou’s car was warmer than Midoriya expected. Not just temperature-wise, but also the seats. He shifted slightly in the back, then stilled. “…Whoa.” He sank, actually sank. The soft cushion gave way under him in this slow, almost ridiculous way, like it was hugging him back.

He leaned his head against the side, his shoulders relaxing before he even noticed it happening. “Your car is really comfortable, Kacchan,” he said, a little softer than usual. “Tch. Obviously,” Bakugou replied from the driver’s seat, “didn’t buy it to be uncomfortable.”

From the passenger seat, Kirishima twisted around halfway, resting his arm over the backrest as he looked at Midoriya. “Dude, you look super comfy back there,” he laughed. “Yeah, it’s surprisingly fluffy,” Midoriya commented, then shifted again. He sank even deeper. “…It feels like floating on a cloud...”

Kirishima grinned. “Careful, you might not make it to the reunion. We’ll have to peel you out of the seat.” “Don’t joke about that,” Bakugou muttered, “if he gets stuck, I’m leaving him.” Midoriya smiled faintly, already relaxed in a way he hadn’t been all week.

They were on their way to see everyone again- properly, with no emergencies, no missions - just a reunion - and for once, things felt… easy. The car hummed quietly for a while, city lights slid across the windows in soft streaks. For a moment, it almost felt peaceful, then Kirishima turned in his seat slightly.

“Still kinda wild, huh?” the redhead said, glancing between the road and Midoriya. “Todoroki making number two.” Midoriya nodded immediately. “Yeah… but it makes sense. He’s been working really hard and his control’s gotten so much better since U.A. - like, remember during training camp when-”

“Oh man,” Kirishima laughed, cutting in, “training camp was chaos.” Midoriya perked up a bit more. “It really was! Actually- Kirishima, didn’t you-” The redhead titled his head slightly. “Didn’t I what?” Midoriya hesitated for a moment. Then smiled as he remembered. “You… ehm You got really flustered that one time.” Kirishima blinked. “Huh, did I?”

“There was that time with the training weights and Mina,” Midoriya added, a little more confidently now, “when she teased you about-” “HEY,” Kirishima cut in quickly, pointing at him, “watch it, that was ages ago...” he mumbled, a bit flustered now. Midoriya froze for a second, then laughed a little. “I’m just saying! You turned really red-” “I did not!”

“You did! And you kept trying to act normal afterwards, but it was really obvious that-” Kirishima turned fully in his seat now, grin sharp but just slightly strained. “Midoriya, come one man, that’s not very manly...” Midoriya, now fully in the memory, didn’t stop. “And then Kaminari made it worse because he kept bringing it up, and you just-”

“Midoriya,” Kirishima repeated, slower this time, “please, I’m warning you!” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed slightly in the rearview mirror. “Oi, Deku.” However, the green bean was still muttering, now half-laughing to himself at his own recollections, completely unaware of the warning tone in Kirishima’s voice - much to the redhead’s dismay.

“And then during that same week, there was actually that other time where you-” “Alright, that’s it,” Kirishima said suddenly, “you asked for it!” Midoriya looked up, still half-muttering. “Huh? Asked for it…?” Kirishima’s grin turned sharper at the edges.

“Bringing up that old story about my- *cough* anyways, you’re in trouble now Midoriya, because I also remember something from training camp… the pull-up bar incident…” Kirishima teased, wiggling a hand at him. That made Midoriya pause. Then blink. Then he looked genuinely confused. “…EH! You’re g-g-gonna t-tickle me?”

Bakugou sighed loudly. “Don’t start anything in my car!” The car slowed slightly at a red light and came to a stop. Kirishima stared at him. “Bakugou?” Bakugou exhaled through his nose as he side-eyed his friend. “Don’t you dare-”

But there was a fire burning in his friend’s ruby eyes - nothing could stop him now, not his seatbelt and not the blonde’s warning stare at him. Kirishima unbuckled his seatbelt. “I warned him.” “Shitty Hair- HEY! I said- argh- Kirishima!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not ruining your precious car interior, Bakugou,” Kirishima said as he leaned down, tugging his shoes loose quickly and kicking them off near the passenger footwell. Then he straightened, flexing his toes once against the floor. Midoriya blinked. “Wait- What?” “See? Not gonna mess up your car,” Kirishima said smiling.

“That’s not even- *sigh* I swear to god,” Bakugou growled, “if you even think about-” But Kirishima was already moving. Before Midoriya could even process what was happening, he turned himself around in one smooth motion, and climbed carefully over the center console into the backseat like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait- K-Kirishima?” The redhead clicked his seatbelt into the backseat latch without even looking, then he looked at Midoriya, grinned, and launched forward. The green-haired barely had time to inhale before Kirishima’s hands found his flanks, eagerly scribbling over them. The reaction was instant.

Midoriya’s entire body jolted the moment his hands landed at his sides, fingers digging in just enough to make him gasp. “EhEhe! NoHOHoHOHo!” Midoriya whined, trying to curl away, but the soft structure of the backseat betrayed him completely. Every time he tried to twist away, he just sank deeper into the cushion, his laughter spilling out uncontrollably.

“You had your chance!” Kirishima laughed as his fingers danced up and down his sides in quick, relentless motions that made Midoriya squirm helplessly. “AhH! BuhuHut iHiht- ehEhehh- iHit tihihickles!” “No kidding,” Kirishima shot back, grinning as he leaned closer, keeping him pinned more by presence than force.

“Hahaha- w-wait! I cahaHhan’t!” “Yeah, I can see that,” Kirishima laughed, already enjoying this way too much. Bakugou’s voice cut in from the front. “HEY! Are you seriously doing this right now?! In my car?!” Kirishima didn’t even look up. “He started it!”

“I did NOT start- EEK!” Midoriya’s protest dissolved into laughter as Kirishima shifted his grip, fingers now targeting his lower ribs in quick, rhythmic bursts that made it impossible to catch his breath properly. “D-Dehahahah- K-Kirishima-kun stoohohop!” Bakugou’s eye twitched.

“I am seconds away from throwing both of you out.” But even as he said it, his voice wasn’t as sharp as before. His eyes wandered to the rearview mirror, despite himself, and he could see it clearly: Midoriya laughing too hard to even sit upright, Kirishima fully leaning into the moment, grinning like an idiot while continuing his relentless tickle assault.

Something about it - that annoying, loud, stupidly familiar laughter - made Bakugou’s mouth twitch upward before he could stop it. “Tch.” Kirishima looked up in that very moment, not even stopping his ticklish assault, and their eyes met. His smirked back at the other, as if catching him red-handed.

The blonde quickly looked away, focusing back on the road again, a faint blush creeping up to his ears. The light finally turned green and Bakugou stepped on the gas. However, the laughing didn't stop, it only got more intensive. Bakugou played with the thought to switch on the radio, but that would've been more annoying.

“Keep it quiet, someone tries to drive he-” “Pfft- aHAHAHAHAhahAHAH!” Midoriya’s laughter cut him off entirely, bright and uncontrollable as Kirishima suddenly switched spots, fingers slipping up toward his armpits in quick, teasing bursts. “Hey! Don’t ignore me, I said-” “NO! NOHOHOT THERE!” “Oh, that’s a bad spot?” Kirishima’s grin widened. “Good to know~”

Midoriya tried to grab his wrists, but his hands kept missing, his coordination completely gone as he laughed. “K-Kirishima plehehease! I’m soHohorry!” “You were talking big a minute ago,” Kirishima teased, scribbling faster. “I- HAHA I wasn’t!” Bakugou groaned audibly for them to hear. The redhead looked up again, trying to give the other an apologizing look.

"Hehe sorry Bakugou, it's not my fault Midoriya is so ticklish~" Using the momentum of the red-haired’s distraction, Midoriya managed to somehow catch Kirishima’s side, immediately squeezing it. Kirishima jerked. “H-HEY!” he giggled. Midoriya, still laughing, took advantage of it right away, poking into his side with clumsy but determined fingers. “G-GoHot you!”

“OH, you wanna go?!” Kirishima shot back, laughing, as he immediately dove back in, tickling him harder. Both of them laughing, both trying to tickle the other, though Kirishima clearly had the upper hand - better reach, better control, and Midoriya still half-trapped in the stupidly soft seat. “HaAhhaha! K-Kirishima!”

The redhead didn't even need to use his Quirk to hold the upper hand - well, he wouldn't have done so anyways. For once, it was unmanly to cheat and for second Bakugou would kill him for sure, if he would use his Hardening Quirk inside his car. Bakugou clicked his tongue again, his patience reaching his climax.

“Shut up,” he muttered, glancing up at the mirror again. “EheHEHE MidoriHiya, you started t-thiHis!” “I dihihid not!” Bakugou slammed his palm lightly against the steering wheel. “SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!” Neither of them did.

Midoriya’s laughter came in breathless bursts now, his attempts to fight back getting weaker as Kirishima kept finding those same spots over and over again, like he was memorizing them on the fly, fingers now wiggling and poking his stomach. “Okay- Okay! StHohop- I’m- ahAhahH I’m soOHohorrry!” “You already tried that,” Kirishima laughed.

“Thihihis time I mean it!” “Oh~ So you were lying back there, ehh~” “NOhoHOHHOH! AhAHAHAHHH!” They reached another red light an Bakugou executed an unnecessarily hard emergency stop. The interior of the car finally fell silent. He turned around and stared at the two of them, an - unknown to him - almost jealous-looking expression on his face.

“If I hear one more laugh or giggle from either of you, I’m leaving you on the side of the road, for real this time,” he said flatly, before facing the street again. Kirishima finally eased up, hands slowing, then stopping entirely. "Sorry, Bakugou... I got a bit too excited," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Midoriya slumped back fully into the seat, chest rising and falling, a breathless laugh still escaping him every now and then. "Kacchan I..." Midoriya didn't continue, unsure what to say. From the front, Bakugou glanced at the mirror one more time, sighing. “…Dumbasses, try to keep it quite at least, okay?” But he didn’t sound annoyed. Not really.

Kirishima grinned, giving him a thumbs up. “You got it, bro~” Midoriya huffed, still smiling despite himself, visibly relaxed. “Of course, Kacchan~” The two giggled to themselves, exchanging small pokes and squeezes for the rest of the drive, unaware of the other's gaze as he watched his two friends continues little tickly squirrel at the back seat.

...

Bonus

The engine cut off with a sharp, final click. Silence settled inside the car. Bakugou kept his hands on the wheel for a second longer than necessary, exhaling slowly through his nose like he was trying very hard not to say something. He only managed to hold back for a few seconds. “You two are annoying as hell.”

Midoriya, still a little slumped into the backseat, let out a quiet, leftover breath of laughter while Kirishima snorted beside him. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad,” Kirishima said, “and don’t think I didn’t notice you looking at us,” he teased. Bakugou turned his head just enough to glare at them over his shoulder. “You were screaming.”

“I wasn’t screaming,” Midoriya protested weakly. “You absolutely were,” Bakugou shot back, “both of you. The whole damn drive!” Kirishima stretched his arms behind his head, completely unbothered by his friend’s words. “Sounds like someone’s jealous he wasn’t having fun.” Bakugou’s eye twitched. “I don’t need that kind of ‘fun’,” he snarled.

There was a slight pause. Then Kirishima slowly turned his head. Midoriya did the same. They looked at each other and something unspoken passed between them almost instantly. Bakugou noticed. “…Don’t.” The redhead’s grin spread first, Midoriya’s followed - smaller, but definitely there. “Don’t what, Ka-tsu-ki?” Kirishima asked innocently.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “I know that look.” “You’re imagining things,” Midoriya said, which already sounded like a lie. Bakugou opened his door. “I’m getting out.” He didn’t make it. Two hands grabbed him at once and the door closed again. “HEY?!”

Kirishima hooked an arm around his middle from behind, pulling him backward, while Midoriya grabbed his arm to keep him from bracing against the door. Bakugou twisted immediately, but the angle was all wrong - half-turned in his seat, caught off-balance - and then he was dragged back.

“WHAT THE HELL, SHITY HAIR?!” Kirishima shifted fast, sitting back properly and pulling Bakugou with him, until Bakugou ended up in his lap. “Are you serious right now?!” Bakugou snapped, trying to push himself up, but Kirishima locked his arms loosely around him, keeping him in place - not tight, just enough so that he couldn’t break free.

“We thought you might need some tickles as well,” Kirishima said brightly, a smug grin on his face. Midoriya smiled at his childhood friend. “…S-Sorry, Kacchan.” “Deku, don’t you dare-” Kirishima’s stroke first, fingers digging into the blonde’s side. Bakugou jerked. A sharp inhale- then a short, startled sound slipped out before he could stop it. “NnGn!”

He cursed on the inside, by his body’s betrayal. “Oh?” The redhead’s grin widened instantly. “No way, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is still as ticklish as ever, awesome~” Bakugou immediately clamped his mouth shut, glaring. “Try it again and I’ll-” Kirishima did. Both hands this time, fingers pressing and scribbling into his sides, right above his hips.

Bakugou’s shoulders tensed hard. “Tch-! KiHirishi- n-noHOho!” But his body reacted anyway - jerking again, breath hitching as he tried to twist out of Kirishima’s hold. “Stay still,” Kirishima laughed, adjusting his grip just enough to keep him from slipping away, “you know you’re gonna like it, so just enjoy it~” he teased. “Huh! F-FuUHuck ohohoff!”

Bakugou was doing his best to break free from him, but the tickling made it really difficult to gather his strength. “LehehHt gohoo of me, damn it!” he cursed, feeling his face heating up from embarrassment. Midoriya shifted closer. “…Kirishima? Ehm, where-” “Shoes,” Kirishima said immediately, not even looking at him, “take ‘em off.” Bakugou froze. “…Don’t.”

Fuck, he was so damn screwed. Midoriya hesitated for only a second. Then reached down. “Kacchan, I- uh-” “Deku!” That tone should’ve stopped him - it didn’t. He grabbed Bakugou’s kicking leg in an armlock and slipped his shoe off, revealing a black wiggling sock, before letting it fall to the floormat. Kirishima laughed under his breath. “Too late now.”

Bakugou tried to jerk his legs back, but between the cramped space, Kirishima holding him in place, and the way he was half-sitting, half-leaning he didn’t get far, and before he could stop it, Midoriya had pulled off his other shoe as well, keeping the foot in a strong hold. “Don’t you-” Bakugou began just as Midoriya’s fingers brushed against the fabric of his sock.

Bakugou sucked in a breath. “DeHehku, I swear-” he cursed, the first reactions already bubbling out of him. Midoriya wiggled his fingers and Bakugou snorted. His entire body jolted as his foot twitched hard, pressing back into the redhead instinctively. “Pfft- FuHuhck- nohoHOHOHO! HAHAHaHAhH!” Kirishima lost it immediately. “No way- Did you just?!”

“ShuHUhut uHUhup! AHHaHAHAHAHH!” Bakugou laughed. Midoriya blinked, surprised- then smiled, just a little. “…Kacchan, you’re still really ticklish, I’m glad.” “I am noHOhot and d-doHoHohon’t be happy about iHihiit!” Midoriya tried again, slower this time. His fingers dragged lightly over the sole, sliding over his arch and the hell.

Bakugou bit down hard on whatever sound tried to escape, but it came out anyway, sharp and uneven. “NnGhHH!” His leg kicked. Kirishima tightened his hold just enough to keep him from slipping forward, laughing as he continued working at his sides. “Man, you’re way worse than Midoriya!” “SceeHEhew yohoOu! BoOHohth of you!”

Out of anger, he tried to kick Midoriya with his still free leg in the back, but ended up having it been caught in his armlock as well, and he cursed innerly for his own stupidity. Midoriya’s fingers moved more confidently, tracing little lines, then quick scribbles, right across the most sensitive spots of his soles - even through the fabric, it was enough.

Bakugou’s composure cracked. A sharp exhale turned into a short, choked laugh. Then another. “HahahAh st-stoHOhop!” “Say please,” Kirishima teased. “GHoo. ToHohoo. H-HehEhehll!” “Suit yourself~” Kirishima immediately dug his fingers in harder at his sides, fingers pressing softly into the flanks of his blonde friend.

Bakugou jerked back against his chest, a real laugh breaking through this time - loud, unguarded, completely against his will. Midoriya froze for a second - he didn’t hear that often. A warm smiled crossed his face. Then, carefully, he kept going. “K-Kacchan, your reactions are really- um adorable~”

Bakugou kicked again as his feet was tickled more insistently, laughter spilling out between clenched teeth. “I saHahid shuHut up DeHek- IzuHuhuku!” Bakugou laughed and him calling his name didn’t go unnoticed by the other. Kirishima leaned his chin briefly against Bakugou’s shoulder, grinning as he continued. “Dude, you’re so done.” “I wiHiill kiHill yoHou!”

“You can try,” Kirishima laughed. The car filled with noise again - laughter, protests, half-formed threats. Bakugou twisted, tried to grab Kirishima’s wrists, tried to yank his feet away, but every movement just made it worse, opening him up to more ticklish spots, more reactions he couldn’t control.

Midoriya’s fingers slipped under the edge of his right sock just slightly, wiggling along the bare ankle of the wiggling captee while keeping them in a strong hold, and Bakugou lost it. A sharp, unfiltered burst of laughter broke out of him, head tipping back against Kirishima’s shoulder before he could stop it. “No! Stohohop! NoHOhot thAHAht!” he almost pleaded.

“Got him,” Kirishima said, way too pleased. It went on like that - longer than it probably should have. Long enough for Bakugou’s threats to lose their edge. Long enough for his resistance to turn into desperate squirming. Long enough for both Midoriya and Kirishima to be laughing just as hard as he was.

Eventually, Kirishima slowed first. “Alright, alright,” he said, easing up, “I think we made the others wait long enough…” Midoriya followed, pulling his hands back, sheepishly looking to the side. Bakugou slumped forward immediately, breathing harder than he’d ever admit, face flushed bright red. “…I hate both of you,” he pouted, crossing his arms

“Yeah, yeah,” Kirishima said easily, petting his head. Midoriya smiled a little, still catching his breath. “Sorry, Kacchan…” Bakugou shot him a glare that had absolutely no bite left in it.

…A little later…

The three of them stepped into the venue. Voices, laughter, familiar faces - it all hit them at once. “Yo!” Kaminari spotted them immediately, jogging over with a grin. Then he stopped, looked at Bakugou, and paused. “…Why are you so damn red?” he asked, eyebrows raising. “Did you run here or something?”

Bakugou’s expression darkened instantly. “Shut up, Dunce Face,” he snarled and stomped away, leaving the three of them back. Kaminari looked questioning at the other two. “Did I say something wrong?” Kirishima snorted. Midoriya looked away, trying- and failing not to smile. They had much to explain…

[wreckingtickles]

"Ok... last question."

"P--Please... give me.. a breather..."

"I don't think so, Shitty Hair. Unless you want me to count this as a distraction?"

Kirishima's ribs tingled at what sounded more like a promise than a threat. He'd already felt Bakugo's digits wiggle there three times that day. And though that was supposed to be his tutoring session, the blond had learned too. He had learned that Kirishima's ribs were super sensitive to vibrating fingerpads, but also that after that warm-up, slow fingernails curling against the lower part of his ribcage could be even more effective at times. And the redhead wasn't looking forward to an encore. "No! No."

"I get it." Bakugo's slight smirk was dripping with venom. "You don't think you can do it."

"NO! That's not what it is!" retorted Kirishima immediately, his pencil clattering on the note-covered low table as his hands shot protectively to his armpits, shielding them from intrusion.

Loss of self-confidence carried the harshest sentence, and since it usually compounded with "being annoying" and "being loud", once the blond started burrowing into Kirishima's worst spot, he usually didn't stop. The redhead would experience something approaching mercy only if they had a test the next day and Bakugo's punishments risked cutting too much into the sorely-needed tutoring.

Unfortunately for Kirishima, he was a pretty ticklish guy. And though Bakugo seemed to lack the gleeful zeal from when he raked at his ribs, to say nothing of the utterly maniacal streak he acquired when he tortured his armpits, the methodical cruelty with which he tortured the redhead's bare soles was almost worse, in a way. It was the sheer creativity of it, the seemingly endless array of techniques and tools Bakugo experimented with whenever Kirishima made a mistake.

For the sake of expediency, they had started to start their tutoring sessions at the low table, with Kirishima's legs stretched under it and his feet (always already bare) next to the blond. The redhead knew that Bakugo would never mislead him on purpose, but there was no denying his delight when Kirishima made a mistake. A way not to be frustrated with them, Bakugo had claimed once, referring to himself of course.

Exploiting the proximity, he had even started drawing lines with just one finger up and down Kirishima's sole if he took too long to reply, progressively adding more the more he hesitated. A bit of a vicious cycle, not like the redhead dared to complain.

Bakugo was an artist of punishment, and Kirishima's soles were his canvas - sometimes literally. His big, broad, ticklish canvas.

And though anything that kept the blond away from his upper torse was usually welcome, Bakugo's latest addition - oil - had Kirishima reassessing his worst-case scenarios. Messing up second and third conditionals had earned him his tutor's fingernails, and hell if the oil didn't lend the torture a new level of escalation.

But if Bakugo was threatening to treat Kirishima's pleas for mercy as a matter of self-doubt, then...

"I'm... I'm ready."

Bakugo's smirk widened. "Good."

Kirishima curled his toes reflexively when he saw Bakugo's hand move, but no, the blond had just casually reached for something. Something he laid out on the table so that Kirishima could see it: a flat hairbrush with countless plastic ball-tipped bristles.

It was easy for the redhead to guess what it was for; and he had strong suspicions about just how unbearable it would feel.

No mistakes.

Feigning obliviousness to Kirishima's anxiety, Bakugo fixed his gaze on the textbook. "If I had studied, I wouldn't be in this mess. Is this proper English?"

Kirishima went pale.

"You know this one." The blond's reassurance, sincere though it was, clashed with the way his pupils casually landed on the hairbrush. "Think about the conditionals you know."

Kirishima clasped his temples. Think brain, think. He tried to ignore the gravitational pull of the hairbrush. It's not a first conditional, that's for sure. "Wouldn't be" is a third... no, second conditional. What is it matched with?

He yelped when he felt Bakugo's nails curl against his right sole, so much so that his leg jolted and he hit the underside of the table with his knee. A reminder that the oil had lost none of its potency. But Bakugo's strict stare had him stretch his leg and move his sole closer to its soon-to-be torturer immediately. "Tick-tock, Shitty Hair."

"Hadn't"... "Had not"... is that a second conditional? No, it's a third! And "Wouldn't" is a second... so...!

"No, it isn't!" yelled Kirishima, way too enthusiastically.

Bakugo smiled. "And why is that?"

"Because you mixed second and third conditionals!!!"

"That's right," conceded Bakugo, and he lifted up the low-table, moving it to the side.

Is it... is it over?

"I did mix second and third conditionals. It's called a mixed conditional."

Kirishima's triumphant expression froze on his face.

Bakugo stretched his legs horizontally and patted his lap.

No.

"Feet here, Shitty Hair."

"But!! BUT!!!!" Kirishima had no idea what to say. He wanted nothing more than to press his soles flat against the floor, but he knew he would incur even harsher punishment. Still.... an armlock... plus the brush... and the oil...

"No buts. You know the terms. You're not planning on wasting my time, are you?"

Kirishima's heels were resting on Bakugo's leg half a second later, staining the fabric, but neither of them cared.

Bakugo leaned forward, gathering both of Kirishima's ankles in an armlock. He was already brandishing the hairbrush.

"How... how long..."

"Well, we finished about 7 minutes early."

Kirishima's eyes bulged.

"WaIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAHAAHHHH!!!!"

The hairbrush struck once, running horizontally across both of Kirishima's oiled soles, drowning his protest with the sound of his own voice.

Holy shit. That was unbearable. There was no way he...

"And I think we can be 5 minutes late," cooed Bakugo... and then the hairbrush resumed its unceremonious motion, scraping at full speed as it would for the next 12 minutes.

Another shrieking masterpiece by Bakugo.

[starshinenebbie]

Imagine this: let's say... 4 lees (Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima) being tickled and letting out the cutest baby-like giggles ever. All of them are enjoying it, but one of them is too embarrassed or prideful to admit it openly. Kirishima: while being tickled, he looks over to Bakugo while giggling adorably "C-Come on~... just admit you're loving this~..." lets out another giggle as his kneecap is squeezed "J-Juhuhust like the rest of us~..." Bakugo: shakes his head to Kirishima's plea while giggling at the tickles to his armpits "N-Nohohoo, i-it's embarrassing..." Todoroki: while still being tickled on his sides and his belly, he couldn't stay stoic for long "I-Ihihit won't k-kill you, Bakugo~... come on, you l-lohove this~..."

Bakugo: "S-Ahahaha-S-Shuhuhut up, I-Icy-Hohohot!!" *shrieks as his ribs are being dug into* "N-Nohohoho, stahahahap thahahat!!" Adorable, right? Lees teasing other lees while being tickled themselves? Does that technically make them switches?

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Inspired on this post

Hehehehehe one more mha fic that no one asked! yes yes YES! Get that one friends 💛💛

7 minutes

Art by me hehe👆

Switch: Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo

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Ships: NONE (if you want bakugo x Kirishima)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Bakusquad game night! Today they had chosen an intriguing game, it seemed fun

7 minutes, a more friendly variation of the famous game “seven minutes in heaven” - the rules were simple

All the participants stood in a circle, and spun the bottle among themselves, the first person chosen went to another room (which in this case was the closet in Mina's apartment, where they were gathered this time). Then the other participants spun the bottle again and the chosen person would enter the room too, the second person had the job of trying to tickle the first person until they said the safe word, which was “red” - if the lee didn't say the safe word in 7 minutes the ler lost

“That's stupid” Bakugo rolled his eyes

Mina picked up a bottle and positioned it in the middle of the circle of friends “ah, blasty! Don't say you're scared of losing~”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Ohhhhh sounds fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, the boy was already known for loving to be tickled

“It makes me a little nervous” Denki said, being the most sensitive in the room

“Oh don't worry about it” Sero laughed, giving his friend a little push “we're not going to kill you”

“Let's get on with it!”

Mina shouted the bottle, the moment was pure tension, the bottle spun, spun and spun, stopping in front of…………….. Denki!

“Oh, Shit” The boy laughed, getting up and entering the room.

The fact that he was in a separate room made everything more intriguing. Denki didn't know who his ler would be and that left him with butterflies in his stomach.

Then the closet door opened, and Sero entered with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hehe, hi~"

"Shit." Denki started laughing nervously.

Sero attacked him, holding his arms close to his body with his tape while running his fingers all over the blonde's body. Denki screamed and laughed. From outside the room, everyone could hear the boy's exaggerated screams, and they knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for another minute...

"REHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHED" he screamed when Sero squeezed his knees.

"Hehe, I won."

The two left the room, one with a look of victory and the other with an exhausted look.

"One more time!"

The bottle spun again, this time Kirishima was chosen, he entered the closet and felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter with the thoughts of who would be his ler

The door opened, and a smiling Bakugo entered, his hands in the shape of claws ready for the attack

“Gotcha, Kiri~”

Kirishima didn't even have time to blush before his friend threw him to the ground to tickle him, scribbling on his ribs

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Give up! Give up already! You know you can't win~”

It didn't take long for Kirishima to say the safe word, something only Bakugo could make him say

The bottle was spun a few more times

In the next round, the chosen lee was Sero and his ler was Mina, the girl tickled him to scream but couldn't make him say "red" before time ran out, even scribbling on his armpits while saying teasing things like "how cute~", since Sero wasn't that sensitive - the boy left the room with an air of victory for the second time while the girl left completely defeated

Another bottle was spun, Denki was the lee again, nervous, he entered the room, his ler was none other than Bakugo, who jumped straight to the bottom of his knees and made him laugh, giving up in less than one minute

Another round, Mina was the lee and Kirishima the ler, the boy teased her saying she was so cute like that while blowing raspberries on her belly, Mina almost managed to win, giving up with 10 left seconds

Once again! Kirishima was the lee, he entered the room and waited, this time the ler was Denki, who grabbed his body and gave a mega electric shock of tickling! His special attack! Kiri couldn't even hold out half the time, Denki's quirk was simply too good to tickle

“I’m exhausted!” The electric boy said, sitting on the floor next to his friends.

“Are you exhausted?” Kirishima said, taking a deep breath.

“Do you guys want to stop?” Mina asked.

“Hmmm, nope, there’s still someone left to get their much-desired dose of tickling.” Sero smiled at her, pointing shamelessly at Bakugo.

“SHUT UP! It’s not my fault that the bottle didn’t choose me, you stupid extras.” The explosive boy crossed his arms, turning his face away.

However, internally he felt a gigantic desire for that bottle to stop facing him, for him to be someone’s lee, and for him to be able to find an excuse to receive some tickling, which he - even though he hated to admit it - loved.

Mina spun her bottle for the last time, with more force than she should have, which made the bottle spin for much longer, not helping Bakugo at all.

And……………………………. As cliché and obvious as it may seem, yes, the bottle stopped right in front of the explosive boy.

He crossed his arms and made an angry face. “That’s stupid.”

“That’s the rules of the game, blasty~” Denki laughed.

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugo got up and went into the room.

He tried to put an ear to the door to hear what the others were saying, and even if he could hear, no one said his brother’s name, they just laughed. Bakugo heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Hello~” Kirishima- was that Kirishima?

That idiot made the biggest IDIOT face he could make. Bakugo couldn’t tell if his anxiety had lessened because it was Kirishima, or if it had doubled because it was simply Kirishima.

“Come here, Katsuki!”

The redhead dug his fingers right into Bakugo's weak spot, swinging them into his ribs and upper armpits, not staying in the same place for ten seconds.

The blond couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the floor, which only made him more vulnerable, his legs shaking and kicking the air.

"IHIHIHIHIDIHIOT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Only if you say the magic word~ a hint: it's not please." Kirishima smiled, oh that smile.

He slowly lifted his friend's shirt, gathering air to overcome the biggest raspberry possible, without stopping to scribble on his ribs.

"Give up?"

"NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!" Another raspberry, even bigger

“OK OK REHEHEHEHED”

Kirishima let him go, letting him breathe and then helping him get up

“You’re cute, Kats”

“Shut up, phew”

The two left the room while the others tried to suppress the giggles they let out after hearing the desperate screams of the - evil, serious and super strong - Bakugo

“So who lost?” Kirishima asked, sitting next to his best friend on the floor

“Was there any way you could lose?” Denki exclaimed

“Yes, and let’s all agree that it was obviously you who lost, Pikachu~” Mina smiled

“What? PROOF!”

Sero held out his cell phone, which was counting the time, to him

“50 seconds in the first match, 30 in the second”

“Damn” the electric laughed, making everyone laugh too

Bakugo turned his face to hide the affectionate and involuntary smile he gave

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

[fluffy-ami]

Congrats on reaching your milestone!! Could I request some lee! Kirishima and ler! Bakugou?

happy (early) Halloween ig 🎃

hehehe krbk hehehe like cmon man this little pumpkin looks so cute manly, just let bro carve it so he can stare at it lovingly later (he luvz u)

(and also. another milestone lol. my autistic ass is not keeping up with y'all, but i still love u guys, sorry for not having enough energy to be more active & talk to people these days. i still love this silly little blog despite forgetting about its existence at times lol 🐄🎂)

[softpinkfeathers]

Unusual Training

PLS READ: this is my first fic so i apologize if the quality sucks <3

WARNING: Tickle fanfic, ignore if you dislike it. Swearing. It gets a bit intense. Also, I'm sorry if the characters seem off. It's my first time writing. This fic was kinda based on Goku vs Caterpy fight from Dragon Ball Z.

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1A Class was training (that "fake town" from the beginning of the series lol). Their goal was to "survive" without getting caught by the enemies. Unpredictable robots, each one with different abilities.

Bakugo was hiding inside a buiding, ready to attack any robot that might show up. He heard the mechanical footsteps approaching him. A big, pink robot appeared. It was pink with long arms and expressionless. He smirked and lauched towards the robot, aiming to explode it. But to his suprise, the robot didn't suffered any damage. It was like he was made to resist his explosion quirk.

"What the fuck?!" - Bakugo said, angrily.

He kept trying to explode the robot, but he barely scratched the robot. Suddendly, the robot tried to grab him. He tried to escape by using his explosions to fly away from the robot, bt it quickly grabbed his ankles and wrists and pulled him closer to it, pinning him against its chest. Bakugo tried to escape, but the robot's grip was too tight.

"Let go of me, you piece of trash!" - He yelled at the robot.

His anger turned into confusion when four more arms started to appear from the robot's side. Those metallic hands approached his sides, wiggling their fingers mischeviously. Bakugo tried to escape but it was too late. The robot's hand tickled his sides and ribs mercilessly. Bakugo tried to hold his laughter, but the tickling was so intense he bursted out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHA! HEY! HAHAHA! STOP IT, YOU FUCKING ROBOT!" - He yelled desperately between his laughter.

Bakugo kept trying to escape the robot's playful torture, but it kept going. His attempts got more and more desperate as the robot targeted his armpits and belly. He laughed desperately, lost in the ticklish torment.

Kirishima was trying to find a hiding spot when he heard Bakugo's desperate yelling from the building. He got worried. What his friend was enduring? He ran towards the sound, ready to fight whatever was tormenting his teammate. When he manage to find Bakugo, he got stunned seeing his grumpy friend being tickled mercilessly by a robot.

"WHAHAT ARE YOU DOING, SHITTY HAIR?! STOP STARING AND HEHELP ME!"

"Ok, ok. I'll help you."

He stepped closer to help his friend, but a similar robot appeared and pinned Kirishima to the floor.

"Hey! Get off me!"

His anger was quickly replaced by fear when the robot pulled out a pair of feather dusters. He quickly realized what was going to happen and started panicking.

"Wait! No! Don't do it!"

The robot ignored his pleading and started tickling his belly with the feather dusters. Kirishima started laughing hysterically, trying to escape those damn feathers.

The two boys got tickled for a while until Kirishima got fed up and turned into his Unbreakable form and manage to destroy both robots.

"Kats! Are you ok?"

"Ugh…..I fucking hate this robots…." - He said in a tired voice as Kirishima helped him up.

"Don't you dare telling anyone what happened here."

Kirishima chuckled.

"Ok ok. I won't tell anyone about our….tickling training.

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it's so short i'm sorry :,(

[burningablaze]

Day 17. Non-human part

Kirishima and Bakugou x Reader - The Dragon’s Weak Spot

A/N: This fic is from the content creator Yuzuya’s fantasy series

Summary: After spending all day walking, the trio finally stopped to rest and decided to lift their spirits for the rest of the night

Lee: Kirishima

Ler: Reader

Words: 1,003

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Bakugou and Y/N felt exhausted and sore from hours of walking while Kirishima could only focus on food. His stomach growled louder by the minute. He groaned and crossed his arms behind his head. “I’m so hungry.”

One of Bakugou’s eyes twitched from Kirishima’s complaint. “I hear you, Kirishima. You said that already for the past 20 minutes.” He growled, on the verge of snapping.

A moment later, Bakugou looked at the setting sun hovering above the horizon then checked the area they were in. He sighed. “We’ll make camp here.” He said as he guided the others from the road and deeper in the trees and brushes. “Here is good, it gives us a little coverage and away from the road.”

Kirishima slumped his bag down to the ground with a grunt. “Oh man, I’m so tired.” He sat on the ground and leaned his back against a fallen log. “Me too.” Y/N said tiredly and sat on the log next to Kirishima.

Bakugou kneeled down and set his bag on the ground, getting supplies out and getting ready to make a fire. “Relax, you two. You’re lucky I even said we’d make camp tonight.” He said gruffly, grabbing nearby stones and making a circle.

“Bakugou, that would be cruel.” Kirishima whined. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Stop whining, you big lizard.” He grabbed the pot from his bag and set it up. “One of you, go get some wood for the fire.”

Kirishima leaned his head back. “I don’t think I can move another muscle.” “Gods, you’re being extra whiney today.” Bakugou commented.

“I’ll go get some wood.” Y/N volunteered and got up.

“Don’t take too long and don’t go too far.” Bakugou said. With that, Y/N ventured off from camp to get wood.

After some time, Y/N finally came back with branches and small logs. Bakugou looked up as he was cutting up ingredients for tonight’s stew. “If you were gone any longer, I would’ve sent Kirishima after you.”

“Sorry, I wanted to make sure to get enough.”

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up and get the fire going.”

Finally, after making the fire, all three of them waited and watched the stew simmer. Kirishima stretched his wings and tried to reach his arm around but was struggling. Y/N noticed. “You okay?” They asked.

“Yeah, sometimes my wings can get itchy and I have a hard time reaching them.”

“I could scratch your wings for you.” They suggested.

Kirishima’s eyes lit up. “Really? Thank you, traveler!”

He turned his back towards Y/N and adjusted his wings. They started to scratch at the primary and secondary mainsail on one wing. “Sorry if my nails aren’t long enough.” They said.

“No, no… this feels just fine.” Kirishima said contently. He slowly closed his eyes and started to purr.

The blonde barbarian shook his head. “You’re spoiling him again.”

“Mmm, let them spoil me. This feels so good.” Kirishima was slurring his words.

Y/N started to scratch at the base of the wing that was connected to his skin. Kirishima suddenly twitched and his wings jolted as if he’d been shocked. “Wait, wait, not there. It-it’s a little sensitive.”

They looked at his face to look for any signs of discomfort but all they could see was his lips curling to a smile and they thought they heard a chuckle. They slowly smirked. “Oh, it’s sensitive, huh?” They teased.

The red dragon blushed. “Uh, uh, yeah! That spot’s always been sensitive!”

“He’s sensitive as in he's ticklish.” Bakugou said out of nowhere.

Kirishima started to stammer, feeling flustered. “B-Bakugou! Don’t tell them that!”

Bakugou chuckled. “It’s the base of his wings and between his shoulder blades.”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima whined and covered his blushing face.

Y/N smirked. “You don’t say.” To test how ticklish he is, they lightly wiggled their fingers around those spots that Bakugou mentioned.

Kirishima tensed his back and giggled. “Hehehehehey, t-traveler! It tickles! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!” He was trying his best to keep his wings under control to not hurt them but he was wiggling around like a worm on a hook.

Bakugou smiled softly, watching his dragon companion laughing heartily. He knew how tough the journey had been for the three of them so having moments like this was rare. He knew that he should keep guard in case anything or anyone was nearby their camp but at this moment, he’d let it slide.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop! It tickles so bahahahahad!” Kirishima kept laughing and squirming. Y/N laughed as well as they kept tickling him. “Aww, really? A big dragon like you? That’s really cute.” Y/N teased, moving up to tickle the shoulders on his wings.

Kirishima squealed and flapped his wings to try to avoid their fingers. “Wait, wahahahahahahait! Traveleherherherherherher!”

Bakugou chuckled. “Looks like you found a bad spot, traveler.”

“Did I really find another ticklish spot on the big ticklish dragon?” They teased him again.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Plehehehehease stohohohohohop!” Kirishima’s wings fluttered and his tail thumped on the ground, causing dirt to fly in the air around them.

“Oi, oi, oi, Kirishima!” Bakugou coughed and waved his arm to move the dirt from in front of him. “You’re gonna get dirt in the damn stew!”

Y/N stopped, leaving Kirishima breathless and his body limped against the log. “Oh… oh, thank the gods.” Kirishima breathed heavily. Y/N chuckled. “You okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. It just tickled a lot.”

“Yeah, it looked like you were getting carried away, shitty scales. Kicking up damn dirt everywhere.”

“Sorry, Bakugou. I couldn’t help it. How would you feel if you were getting your wings tickled?”

“One, I don’t have wings and two, unlike you, I’m not ticklish. Now come on, the stew is done.” Bakugou grabbed two bowls and filled them with the stew. “Here, eat.”

“Thanks! I’m starving!” Kirishima exclaimed excitedly and took the bowl, immediately chowing down on his stew.

The trio ate the stew and spend the rest of the evening peacefully.