I don’t remember any teacher Izuko x Katsuki fic soooooo I wrote it yaaaaay
I thinks there is little spoilers in this fic
How was your day?
Lee: Izuko Midoriya
Ler: Katsuki Bakugo
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡
Ships: Bakudeku
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
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡
Izuko sighed when he finally got home after a day of work as a teacher at UA
“Kacchan, I’m home”
“Oh, hi Zuko” Katsuki left the dishes he was washing in the sink for a moment to give his husband a hug and a loving kiss on his forehead “how was work today?”
“Tiring” Izuko threw himself on the couch
“What happened?” Katsuki took a juice he was making and put it in two bottles, and gave one for Izuko and sat down next to him
“Ah, the students had to do a training in which they had to take me down, but they couldn’t use their powers”
“Hm”
“And they… succeeded” Izuko blushed a little
Katsuki looked at him and was confused, why was he blushing like that? He smiled
“How did they beat you, Izuko?”
“They t-t-tickled me, and I lost” Izuko covered his face in embarrassment, Katsuki let out an undisguised laugh “don’t laugh at me!”
“Pfffft- you lost to some kids tickling you?” Katsuki moved closer to his body, putting an arm around his neck to bring him closer
“Yeah, so what?” The man tried to look more threatening, but the blush on his cheeks wouldn’t allow it “I’m sure you would lose too, Kacchan!”
“Of course not!” He growled, but still smiling “you’re much more ticklish than I, aren’t you, Deku?”
Katsuki squeezed both sides of his husband, which made him scream and lie down on the couch, allowing the blond to sit on his legs and pin him beneath him. Bakugo lifted both of Izuko’s wrists above his head and smiled at him, an evil smile
“Nahahahaha, Kahahacchan!”
Katsuki moved his fingers slowly over the air above Izuko’s armpits, making him fill with butterflies in his stomach
“Oh~ what’s wrong, Izuko? I’m not touching you yet~” Izuko shook his head from side to side
“Pleheheheheehahase!”
“Please what?”
The green-haired boy blushed “Juhuhuhust doho ihihihihit!”
Katsuki smiled “if you insist~”
He pressed his fingers into his husband’s armpit, scribbling and making him laugh
“eheheheheAHAHAHA!” Izuko tried to shake his legs or arms but the superhero Dynamight was too big and heavy for him, of course in a normal moment Izuko would be able to get him out of there, but he was out of strength, and he kind of didn’t want it to stop yet
“Oh~ I wonder if the kids knew your little weak spot” Katsuki stopped his attack for a moment to shake his fingers over Izuko’s waist, making him close his eyes in anticipation
“Nonononononono, Kacchahahahan!”
“Did they tickle you here, Zuko?”
“Ihihihit wahahas about 40 hahahands, Ihihi thihihink-”
“Tsc, tsc, I have to teach these kids how to really tickle a Deku~”
And so Katsuki let go of Izuko's wrists to grip his waist with both hands, the teacher laughed and soon lowered his hands to grab his husband wrists
“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE”
“Zuko~ what's wrong?~ Does that tickle? Does that tickle tickle tickle so much?”
Izuko blushed until he looked like a tomato
“KAHAHATSUKIHI! DOHOHOHON’T SHAHAHAY THAHAHAT-“
“What's wrong? Don't you like the word tickle?~ Don't you like me tickle tickle tickling you, Deku?~”
“PLEHEHEHEHEAHASE STOHOHOHOHOP” a tear rolled down Izuko's pink cheeks, and that was the signal for Katsuki to stop
The green-haired boy simply melted into the couch, still smiling
Katsuki looked at his smile and felt like smiling too, completely in love
“Drink” he held out a bottle of juice to his husband “just drink it”
“Thank you, Kacchan” Izuko kissed the other on the cheek
“Aaaaargh” Katsuki grabbed Izuko and pulled him into a loving hug “you're too cute, shit”
Izuko laughed, Katsuki laughed too
They spent the rest of the day making out and being together, happy
Uhm uhm uhm- I haves a request, I’m literally feeding off of Denki tickle fics rn and I know that’s not a character u normally do buttt you can use any Ler/lee you want with him ^^ I just ask for no foot tks pleaseeee
Okay im flustered enough writing this, bye bye now
YES I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE A DENKI FIC OMGGG!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!! :333
SFW TICKLES, IF YOU DONT LIKE IT SCROLL NOW 😊
Lee!denki ler!katsuki
Summary: Denki was having a bad day, everyone could tell, Bakugou was the one who decided to do something about it
AN: sorry if this is shit x 💀🖐🏻
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a gorgeous day outside, the sun gleaming, the breeze cool, it was perfect. Everyone was outside, enjoying themselves!
Katsuki went back inside to the kitchen to grab a popsicle when he heard the tv on, he looked over and saw- denki? Why's he here? Shouldn't he be outside?
Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked over, flicking Denkis forehead,
"Oi, spark-plug. What are you doing inside? Too lazy to socialise now?"
"Just wanna be in here." Denki muttered, an almost...sad tone, to his voice.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking at the seemingly sad boy in front of him, once a ray of sunshine, now covered by clouds.
"Tch, what's wrong with you today?" Katsuki muttered, sitting down next to denki.
"...I don't really know. Just kinda feel bummed out." Denki replied softly, looking at katsuki for a few seconds before turning back to the tv slowly.
Katsuki hummed, shifting a bit to get comfortable when he accidentally elbowed Denkis side. This small action earned a quiet squeak and a flinch, oh?
The grin which appeared on Katsuki's face was villainous, where you'd look at him and know you were fucking screwed.
Denki was blissfully unaware. He was upset. Tired. Eyes drooping as he stared at the tv. Not the same denki kaminari everyone loves. Katsuki was going to fix this.
The explosive blonde sat up on his knees, moving too quickly for denki to even react to katsuki grabbing his wrists and flipping him so that he was laying down beneath him.
"Say spark-plug, you wouldn't happen to be....ticklish? Would you?" Katsuki spoke slowly, pinning Denkis hands under his knees as he grinned maliciously.
Denki froze. Of course he was ticklish. Everyone's ticklish!
"i- katsuki dohont-"
The anticipation was holding denki hostage, forcing uncontrollable giggles to spill from his throat as he stared at the clawed hand which hovered over his stomach.
"oh? Giggling already? I haven't even touched you!" Katsuki exclaimed, before slowly letting his hand fall onto denkis torso, spidering slowly around his stomach, sides and ribs. "Oops, now I have"
Denki squealed, giggling frantically yet quietly. Squirming to try and escape the ever so ticklish touch.
"ehEhehe-! Kahahahat-"
"Where are ya bad spots? Hm Mr. Giggles?" Katsuki teased, sero said that his hips were a hotspot...the blonder of the two dug his thumb into denkis hips, eliciting a screech and loud giggles from his mouth.
"ihIHhahaHa- doHONt!"
"Don't what?"
"tIHiCkle MehEhe!...waHahait waIt nohohoho-" The regret- well....not really regret, but the fear set in immediately.
"tickle you? Yeah sure!" Katsuki leaned down, pushing Denkis shirt up so he could do this easier. Taking one finger to trace around his belly button, one to poke and scratch into his belly button, and finally he leaned down and sunk his teeth into denkis hips.
Denki shrieked before erupting into loud, boisterous cackles.
"crAhAHAP- KAHATSUKI! WAHAHAIT!"
"Wait for what sparky? Wait for you to stop being so ticklish? I'm afraid that's never gonna happen! And I definitely won't wait to hear that laugh we've all missed, glad you're not so moody now that you've had some tickle tickle tickles~" Katsuki teased, nibbling and blowing slow raspberries into denkis hips.
His hands moved down, giving the electric boy's thighs a quick squeeze before pausing at his knees. Grinning.
"three...."
Oh fuck.
"two..."
"WAIT WAIT LEHETS TALK! PLEASE! KATSUKI IM BEGGING YOHOU!" Denki was giggling and shrieking, trying to get katsuki away from his poor, sensitive knees.
"one...."
"KATSUKI! DOHONT!"
"aaaand...."
Nononono-
Katsuki dug into where Denkis knees and thighs met with one hand, the other scribbling into the underneaths of his knees. Leaning back down to nibble into his poor hips as well.
Such a blessing curse that denki is sooo ticklish, well, for him at least.
Denki screamed.
"WAHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA- KAHAT! KATSUKI! PLEHEHAHAHA- NOHO! IHIHITS TOHOHAHAHA- TOHOO MUHUCH!" Kaminari was in hysterics, his head dropped back as he cackled, writhing and squirming as much as he could to try and evade the heavenly torturous touch of his friend.
Katsuki though, why not step it up a notch? His explosions were at the ready.
Denki froze.
"Say red and I'll slow down," was all katsuki said before setting off explosions. Not painful, agonizingly ticklish. Unbearable even.
He dug and kneaded into the sensitive flesh of Denkis thighs, specifically where they hit his knees, adding explosion after explosion, the boy beneath him shrieking and screeching with every touch.
"OHOKAHAHAHAY- PLEHEHAHAHAHA- RED! REHAHAHA-" Denki screamed, begging for mercy.
Katsuki slowed to a stop...well, kinda. His hands crawled up Denkis legs to his torso, pushing his shirt up one last time.
Denki was drunk with giggles, curled up as much as he could be, in heaven hell.
Katsuki slowly traced all around Denkis stomach, up his ribs, raking his nails into the divets of the bones and wiggling his fingers into the giggly mess' armpits beneath him.
"kitchy kitchy coo~"
Denki giggled loudly, yet, he didn't utter a word of protest. Just happy, loud and seemingly satisfied giggles dripping from his mouth.
"Awh, denks, you enjoying this?"
Denki actually nodded, too dazed by the tickles to get embarrassed. Oh trust me, he will later when katsuki tells him aaalll about this.
Katsuki quickly took a video of denki giggling like a kid, smiling gently to himself as he recorded the electric blonde.
After a bit longer of the calm down tickles, he stopped. Getting off of denki and pulling him to cuddle so he could nap.
Denki was still a giggly mess to say the least, but happily snuggled close to katsuki. Being able to murmur through his hysterics-
"thahanks...I neheeded thahat..."
"you're welcome," katsuki replied gently, though he'd never admit that he actually needed that moment too...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: I hope this was okay!!! I really love denki as a character so this was very fun to write :3
If anyone has any more requests I'd be absolutely thrilled to take them!!!!
@roseytheangel
I would @ the asker but I'm not sure who it is sorry !!!
A/N : oh my god who new scumbag could actually post again, it's a marvel. no but fr, i've been lurking around the tickle tags forever and reading all of yall's amazing fics and i couldn't help getting back into it, even for just one fic. this isn't tickletober, i do not have the patience for that (u guys having the willpower to make something new every single day is fucking astounding to me idk how u do it lol), but i hope u guys enjoy it anyways! as always, please like and reblog if u can bc i really appreciate the support :D enjoy!! <3
Summary : Denki is incapable of being quiet during Bakugou and Kirishima's movie night they invited him to. Bakugou can't stand it, and decides to take matters into his own hands.
Word Count : 3359
REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! LOVE U GUYS! <333
. . .
What the absolute fuck was Spiky Hair thinking when he invited that energy filled blabber mouth to their movie night.
Denki hadn’t shut up since he got into the damn room, his mouth seemingly going for an exercise run when the movie started and he got to make his own commentary. Katsuki was hoping for a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, watch a horror movie or two so Eijirou would snuggle close for comfort, and just all around actually enjoy his evening.
But goddamnit if Denki wasn’t just the right man for disturbing the peace.
“Holy shit, did you see that?! That head went FLYING! It looks like someone throwing a football to a field goal! Wait, is it a field goal? Kiri, what’s the difference between a touchdown and a field goal? I’m not much of a football man, more of a baseball kinda guy. Although, I’d never turn down tickets to the Superbowl if I ever got the chance. You know they have these huge performances in the middle of the game where famous singers take over the field and just go ham?! I’d go just for that! But not if-”
Katsuki was going to become the next serial killer in a blockbuster horror movie if Denki didn’t shut his fucking mouth soon.
He glared at Eijirou, who was grinning from ear to fucking ear. Oh he did this shit on purpose. He hangs out with Sparky way more than Katsuki does, able to withstand his constant rambling in a way the short-tempered teen has never been able to understand.
It’s not that Katuski dislikes Denki, though he would never ever fucking admit that out loud. He actually finds him funny sometimes, especially when paired with Sero. The two would probably make a good stand-up duo if Denki wasn’t the type to steal the microphone away just to ramble about every stupid thought that popped into his mind.
But overall, Katuski does enjoy his company…most of the time.
“-I mean I don’t hate vegetables, but I’m not gonna pick them if I have the choice, y’know? Like if I have the choice between a beautiful bowl of pre-packaged ramen and a fucking green bean, I’m going with the ramen every single time, no question. Oh, but fruit though? That’s a whole different story-”
“Holy shit do you have a FUCKING off button?!” Katsuki shouted to Denki’s spot on the floor, feeling Eijirou give his shoulder a tight squeeze in return. Katsuki whipped his head around to find a disapproving gaze that really pissed him off. “What?! This is supposed to be a movie night, but I haven’t been able to hear the damn thing for it’s entire fucking duration! He’s ruining it!”
“You don’t have to be rude,” Eijirou whispered with a frown. Denki had fallen unusually quiet, and though they couldn’t see his face from their spots up on the couch, they knew what that meant. Katsuki knew what that meant, and damn Eijirou for giving him the ability to feel empathy for others.
Katsuki sighed through a groan, pushing himself off the couch and onto the floor next to Denki. Both were quiet, just sitting next to each other and watching the movie together in an uncomfortable silence.
“I’m sorry for ruining your movie night,” Denki mumbled into his arms which were now propped crossed on his knees. Katsuki pinched his lips together, gaze refusing to avert from the screen.
“You didn’t ruin shit, idiot,” he said, his tone much softer than before. “ Our fault for thinking you could actually be quiet for an hour and a half.”
“Katsuki,” Eijirou threatened from the couch, his inflection enough to make Katsuki realize his mistake in words.
“It was a joke, relax,” Katsuki grumbled like a teen to a scolding parent. Finally looking over at Denki, he started to feel his guilt bubbling to a boil. He cringed hard when he realized what needed to be said, feeling the words practically squirming in his chest with utter discomfort. “I’m…sorry. Okay? I’m sorry,” Katsuki rubbed his face anxiously, basically covering his mouth like it would make his words unheard. “I just like watching shit in silence, alright? Nothing personal, you moron, just…agree to disagree, I guess.”
Denki sat there for a moment. He was letting Katsuki’s apology settle in his system like swallowing a pill he’d never taken before. Bakugou…apologized to him. Actually said the word sorry, and TWICE at that. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.
Denki launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him tightly before Katsuki had the chance to realize he was fucking hugging him. Katsuki quickly shoved him off like he had a disease, but that smile never left Denki’s face.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Sparky! This changes nothing!”
“You like me!” Denki beamed, repeatedly poking at Katsuki’s arm like it would make him realize it himself. “You said sorry, you apologized to me! Kirishima, we’ve gotta throw a party or something, bake me a cake--shit, bake Bakugou a cake! This is a real turn of events, my friends, a real turning point in our friendship if I do say so myself,” Denki sighed happily, criss-crossing his legs and facing Katsuki with a wide smile. “You like me.”
Katsuki growled at the notion. He couldn’t even deny it, the bastard was right. But he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it.
Then, like his guardian angel was sending him telepathic messages on how to fucking destory this loser, he remembered something. Something very interesting.
Last week, Sero and Denki had been roughhousing on the floor of the common rooms over something Katsuki couldn’t care less to find out about. All he knew was that Denki had been the annoying little shit he always is, and Sero was finally retaliating against it and winning. He had Denki in some weird wrestler hold, his arms held firm behind his back as he kicked and struggled and refused to apologize for whatever annoyance he had caused.
Then, there was a screech. A loud one, followed by bouts of hysterical laughter and far more thrashing than before. Sero was tickling at his ribs with his free hand, fingers never relenting from the one spot he had a firm ticklish grip on. Denki pleaded and begged, and eventually with enough persuasion, Denki apologized.
Denki is ticklish, and apparently ridiculously so. This could be helpful. This could be vital.
“I suggest you shut your mouth right now before I find that fucking off button myself,” Katsuki threatened, his eyes peering through his brow in the way a predator would before striking its prey.
“Oh c’moooon, you wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” Denki creened through a grin before giggling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Such a little shit, he was really milking this for all it’s worth.
“Not gonna hurt you, fucknuts. But I am gonna make you regret everything you just fucking said,” Katsuki growled before shoving Denki onto his back, the electric blonde letting out a confused yelp as he went down flailing. Katsuki kept his hand pressed firmly on Denki’s chest, pinning him to the floor with ease as he clambered on top.
“Woah, we turning this duo into a trio or what, KitKat?” Kirishima chided in, having been scrolling on his phone for the past minute before realizing the action that was happening right before his eyes.
“Can it, idiot. I’ve got business to attend to here,” Katsuki growled before turning back to Denki with an evil grin. “You ticklish, Sparkplug?”
Denki’s eyes went wide before immediately throwing his arms around himself to protect his torso. “Nope.”
“Ohoho really? You seem awfully nervous for someone who ain’t ticklish,” Katsuki wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, like a predator about to strike. “And if I recall correctly, Sero had you pretty fuckin’ beat the other day after you tried your luck annoying the shit outta him too.”
Denki’s lips pressed together tightly, the corners wobbling in a vain attempt to keep from giggling already. He shook his head vehemently. “No idea what you’re talking about,” his words came out quick, curling his lips under his teeth as soon as his talking ceased.
“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout I jog your memory a bit; get that pea-brain of yours back up to speed, huh?” Katsuki slowly moved his wiggling fingers down towards Denki’s sides, the electric blonde unable to keep his giggles in any longer as they flowed out of him through puffs of air through his nose and a bouncing chest filled with butterflies. He swatted slapping hands at Katsuki's quickly, trying to both fight back while also protecting himself at the same time. His elbows stayed glued to his ribs while his hands uselessly bat at the weapons of mass destruction easing towards his torso.
“No, nonono nohoho wahahait,” he giggled nervously, having yet to even be tickled but unable to keep it at bay any longer.
“Nah, it’s too late for that shit,” Katsuki growled before finally striking, fingers pinching strategically at the boy’s sides right below his ribs. Denki screeched, back arching and legs kicking out behind his tormenter as he reached down to grip Katsuki’s wrists and try to push them away, but it was futile. Giggles poured from him with ease, interlaced with squeals when Katsuki’s fingers came just a bit too close to his ribs for comfort.
“Ahahaha! Wahahait, c’mohohon! Dohohon’t!” Denki shook his head, trying to find any relief from that torturously funny sensation Katsuki delivered to him through gentle pinches and scribbles.
That was another thing throwing Denki completely for a loop; Bakugou was being so gentle. He expected rough digging, hard squeezes that would leave him gasping for air and swirling punches. But instead he got agonizingly tame, insanely ticklish pinches that had him already nearly pleading for mercy.
“Don’t? Please, you asked for this as soon as you tried fucking with me. I was even being nice to you before, idiot. But noooo, you just had to keep poking the damn bear, didn’t you?” Katsuki emphasized his metaphor by sporadically poking all over Denki’s torso, at his belly, then his sides, up to his ribs, and even his chest, which Denki didn’t know could feel as ticklish as it did.
Denki giggled hysterically, squirming like a worm with his arms pulled close, basically giving up the fight and letting Katsuki do as he pleases. He knew he wouldn’t win if he tried, so he might as well let it happen until Bakugou tires himself out with it.
That is, until, Katsuki’s thumbs found their way into the hollows of Denki’s armpits. Denki squealed loudly, his heels digging hard into the carpet with every kick as his head turned to try and smush his red face into the floor beside him.
“Oh, sweet spot, huh?” Katsuki grinned, thumbs practically glued to that little spot under Denki’s arms that kept the boy cackling and squirming like crazy. “You seeing this, Kiri? Think he’s gonna keep messing with me after this?”
Eijirou chuckled, phone now beside him on the couch as he enjoyed the show before him. “Oh definitely. Guy’s a glutton for punishment.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that after I’m done with him.”
Denki blushed deeply, turning his head towards Kiri and opening a single eye as best he could with his face all scrunched in laughter. “Kirihihieehehe! Pleheheease! Hehehelp me!” he gasped for air through giggles, talking through his hysteria quite the difficult task. “Mahahake him stohohop!”
“Oh no, absolutely not. You got what’s coming to you, gigglebox, and I’m not interfering with him when he’s like this,” Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh along, the boy’s laughter too contagious to help it.
“You could always help me, y'know? Cause you already know what I’ll do to you if you don’t, gigglebox,” Katsuki sent Eijirou a wicked smile, fingers still tickling the boy under him relentlessly. Eijirou blushed, before getting up from the couch with a sigh.
“Sorry, Denks, nothing personal,” he apologized with a giggle, obviously not sorry in the slightest. He sat down above Denki’s head, giving his hair a little tussle.
“Nohoho! You dohohon’t hahahave to do thihis!” Denki’s squirming increased before letting in a big gasp of air as Katsuki’s assault finally relented, though his arms stayed glued tightly to his sides. “C’mohon, man, we’re friehehends!”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re friends, man. And no, I don’t have to do this,” Kiri grinned before grabbing Denki’s wrists, trying to pull them up above his head. Denki tried hard to keep them down, unable to keep the giggles to himself in pure anticipation, repeating “nonononohoho!” as he felt Kiri winning the fight for his hands. They came to a standstill when his hands were near his face, Denki pulling hard to keep them down. “But I kinda want to, y’know?” Kiri giggled, giving Katsuki a look. “A little help, love?”
“No problem,” Katsuki smiled before bringing his fingers up to flutter softly at Denki’s neck and ears. Denki squealed, high-pitched giggles escaping as he struggled to keep his strength, too focused now on trying to protect his neck with his shoulders. This allowed Kiri to finally pull his arms up above his head and pin them there by the wrists, Denki whining loudly and kicking his legs out in protest.
“Plehehease! I’m sorry, okahay, don’t tickle mehehee!” He pleaded, bringing his knees up to drum against Katsuki’s back.
“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Katsuki said before bringing his fingers down to flutter softly against Denki’s armpits through his shirt, the boy squealing and screaming out a “no!” in response before falling helplessly into giggles and cackles. “Plus, this is kinda fun.”
His fingers fluttered and spidered for a while, relishing in Denki’s frantic laughter. Katsuki got bored of the flutters after a while, switching to pinching up and down Denki’s ribcage with gentle precision.
“Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t, mahahan, plehehease! It tihihickles!” Denki shoved his face into his now raised arm, trying to muffle his giggles and hide his flushed face.
“Damn right it tickles, I’m tickling you,” Katsuki looked at Eijirou with a mocking shake of the head and a sigh. “This fuckin’ guy, amirite?”
“His face is so red, man. I think he’s embarrassed ~,” Kiri cooed down towards Denki’s face, giggling at the squeal his words brought.
“I’m nohohot! I’m nohohohot!” Denki shook his head into his arm, squirming even harder and screaming as one of Katsuki’s hands came up to flutter at the open side of his neck, the other still preoccupied at his ribs.
“He’s tryna deny it, Kiri,” Katsuki tsked before bringing his face closer to Denki’s. “You know what we do to liars around here?”
“Nohoho!” Denki cried, not sure if he was replying to Katsuki’s teasing question or just yelling out his preferred word to cry out in ticklish agony.
“Weeeeee…” Katsuki paused both his sentence and his tickling, his hands standing still in the spots they were last playing with. Denki continued to giggle through his panting breath, body tense in anticipation and eyes squeezed shut tight. Seconds passed and still, nothing. Curiosity killed the cat, but Denki couldn’t help opening one of his eyes hesitantly and looking up at Katsuki’s wicked grin.
Then, he screamed when Katsuki’s hands shot down quickly to squeeze at his hips, falling yet again into helpless cackles. “...tikitikitikitikitickle them!”
“Ahahahaha gohohohod! Thahat’s sohoho- pppffttt hahahaha! -stuhuhupihihid!” Denki shook his head in protest, kicking and bucking his hips like he could knock off his tickler with one good throw. Obviously it didn’t work, and Katsuki continued to tickle him while staying put like he was riding a bull.
“Oh, you callin’ me stupid now? Do you really think that’s the smartest move to make when I’ve got you squealing like a little girl for saying some stupid shit earlier?’”
“I juhuhust said- gahahahaha nohoho! -thahat you lihihike mehehee!”
“Yeah and how did that turn out for you?” Katsuki asked before scribbling his hands over Denki’s waist, the boy screeching and giggling frantically in response.
“Bahahahad! Sohoho bahahahd!”
“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki grinned before going back to poking around Denki’s belly, a much easier task now that Denki’s flailing arms were out of the equation. “How’s about we find that little off button we discussed earlier, huh? Maybe we can finally get you to shut your trap for once.”
Eijirou giggled with a shake of his head. “You are so mean, Katsuki.”
“Yeah, yeah, you love it,” Katsuki looked at Denki’s face, grinning at the blush he wore and the giant smile overtaking his features and making his nose scrunch up all cutely. “And from the looks of it, so does this little guy. You enjoyin’ yourself up there, dumbass?”
Denki’s belly bounced through his giggles, much softer than before now that he was just being poked at, but still frantic as his belly was very ticklish. “Nohoho!”
“I think that’s the word of the day. ‘No, no, no,’ it’s all you’ve said since we started this shit. You mean that? You want us to stop? Cause hey, say the word and playtime’s over, Sparkplug.”
For the first time since their little tickle fest started, Denki had nothing to say. Just a response of happy giggles and an even brighter blush that he yet again tried hiding in his arm.
“Well would you look at that! Seems like our friend here has some sense after all,” Katsuki smiled up at Eijirou, who rolled his eyes fondly. The redhead already knew Denki didn’t mind the tickles as much as he loved to claim he did, so he wasn’t surprised in the least to find him happily allowing them to continue the torment.
Katsuki’s pokes never ceased, like they were still on the hunt. “So, about that off button…” He hummed curiously, his pokes traveling all around his belly, sides, and ribs like in a search. “Oh, I know. How about riiiiiight…here!” He stuck his finger in Denki’s bellybutton, scratching and poking at it gently but very obviously efficiently, as the blonde under him let out a loud squeal before his laughs fell silent. Just a bouncing chest and belly with occasional gasps for air to prove he was still laughing up a storm on the inside.
“Hehey, I think you found it! See, he’s gone all quiet now!” Eijirou boasted, looking down at Denki’s hysterical expression with a chuckle.
“Well ain’t that a relief,” Katsuki said, eyebrows shooting up when Denki’s cackles and shrieks returned in a wild new wave. “Guess we know how to shut him up now. Just a little tickle right in this off-button and we’ve got a nice night of peace and quiet,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, as Denki’s laughter had never been louder than now.
Finally, Katsuki’s assault ceased, giving Eijirou a nod to let his arms go. Denki brought them down over his belly protectively, rolling over on his side to curl into a ball of giggles when Katsuki got off and sat next to him.
“So, you still think I like you, numbnuts?” Katsuki asked, grinning proudly as his boyfriend rubbed Denki’s back.
“Ehehe…yeah, kinda,” Denki looked at Katsuki over his shoulder. “I mean, you did just have a tickle fight with me, man. Not really something non-friends do with each other.”
“Hey, not a tickle fight. I didn’t see you getting any jabs in there, did I?” Katsuki said with a poke to Denki’s side, the boy flinching with a yelp before scooting closer to Eijirou like he’d protect him from mean ‘ole Bakugou.
“Fine, a tickle attack then. Either way…” Denki tilted his head with a smug expression, a smile still very present on his face. “...you totally like me.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes before getting up and plopping himself back on the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll like nothing happened. “Whatever, idiot. Just know who you’re messing with.”
Denki giggled, looking up at Kirishima who shook his head with a fond smile. “Trust me, I am very well aware.”
There was a comfortable silence between the three of them before they all seemed to realize at the same time, it wasn’t actually silent in the room.
The movie was still on.
“Oh fucking hell you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME-“
. . .
A/N : hope y'all enjoyed! im working on another fic rn but don't plan on that coming out super soon, y'all know how long it takes me to write sometimes and i've kinda been drowning in schoolwork lately. college is truly a different experience LMAO. anyways, much love y'all imma go do some homework and hopefully get some sleep tonight.
So, this is my submission for Squealing Santa. This fic is for @galacticlee3 ^v^ I hope you like it! *awkward lee noises*- let me just tell you that it took forever to type every single t-word in this fic T^T as it does in my other fics- I was a little bit uncomfortable writing for more than three characters, but I still did it. So I hope you like it ^v^ since it’s harder with more than three characters, I only made two tickle him, while the others just watched. I hope that’s okay with you! I made Mina and Kirishima do it, since it made more sense for them to do it (I know Sero probs would too, but I thought Mina would be fun to see)
P.S. Sorry it’s so late, I had to deal with getting Covid, holidays, and going back to school and stuff. But I hope you like the fic, I’m glad I finally got finished! ^v^
Prompt - Bakusquad is having movie night and a tickle scene comes on. Denki gets really embarrassed and admits he liked being tickled and his friends just think it’s really cute and tackle him.
Sparky’s Little Secret
Bakusquad was watching a movie on the couch, when suddenly a tickle scene plays through the movie. The Pikachu squirmed a bit in place, as he had gotten a little nervous. He tried to act like the scene didn’t bother him, but the more the scene dragged on, the more squirmy he became.
Then before he knew it, the movie was paused, as he was pinned against the couch by Bakugo. Bakugo scowled a bit, “Why are you so squirmy, Sparky?” The electric boy jumped with a squeak, “A-ah! N-no reason!” Kirishima was curious why he was so squirmy, and then he remembered what had been playing on the screen.
Kirishima smiled, softly, “Did that scene make you uncomfortable, Denki...?” Kaminari squeaked out a reply, “A-ah! N-no it’s not that-” Then Kirishima had cut him off with the question he had been dreading this whole time, “Oh, do you like this stuff, Denki?”
The Pikachu’s face turned beat red, “Wh-what?! N-no! ....I mean....kinda...?” His face was absolutely flushed as he heard some soft ‘aww’s from the squad. Then before he knew it, Kirishima had tackled him and shoved his hands under Kaminari’s arms.
Before the smaller could protest, he got cut off by his own shrieks and giggles, as Kirishima wiggled his fingers in the hollows of his underarms. The lightning boy collapsed to the floor, unable to do anything about the tingly sensations.
He giggled and shrieked as Kirishima switched spots often, from his ribs to his hips to even his knees. Soon after a few minutes, Mina joined in and started skittering her nails all over his ribs, causing him to shriek and burst into full blown laughter.
With Mina starting to count at his ribs and Kiri pinching at his knees, he didn’t know how much longer he’d last. Luckily, after two minutes more they stopped. Then everyone group hugged Kaminari, even Bakugo. Maybe then knowing about this wasn’t so bad...
Wow, I haven’t written a full fledged tickle fic in awhile! I got carried away as per usual and it resulted in a 1350 word story! This is my first time writing for Kacchako, and it was a lot of fun! Thanks to the anon who requested this scenario, I hope you like it!
Word count: 1350
~~~
Ochako’s ideas, which always seemed good at first, always had a way of backfiring when she least expected it.
At least, that’s what always happened when they involved boys. Specifically, one in particular.
She’d been curious about the boy with fire in his hands ever since they entered school together. He was known to be a bit of a bully and had a temper that could explode at the drop of a hat, yet she knew there had to be more to him than the vicious aura he always portrayed.
Katsuki was intimidating, aggressive, and violent, and yet she couldn’t help but wonder if there was another side to him. One that was fun and perhaps even silly. The thought seemed ridiculous even to her, but still she ruminated on the idea until finally deciding to act on it one day…
The opportunity presented itself one evening when she passed through the student lounge long after everyone else had turned in. The lights were off and the room was quiet; normally she would have kept going since it was very late. However, she caught a flash of spikey blonde hair in the corner of her eye that made her stop in her tracks. She quietly tiptoed over to confirm her suspicions.
Katsuki was sitting with his arms spread across the back of the couch, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at the wall in front of him. He had a focused, determined look on his face that differed from his usual expression of rage. Seeing him so zoned out made Ochako giggle to herself. He was leaving himself wide open…
That’s when she made the first in a series of bad mistakes.
Activating her quirk and making herself weightless allowed her to silently sneak up behind the explosive hero-in-training. When she was within arm’s reach, she leaned forward and poked two fingers in the center of his pits…
… and nearly got herself set on fire.
“YAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
A flash of fire and an animalistic howl. Ochako hadn’t been expecting such a colorful reaction. She felt a weak yelp escape from her throat as she fell backwards, hitting her head on the soft carpet. When she looked up, Katsuki was glaring daggers through her.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB BITCH?!?” He screeched in a flurry of curses and slurs. They went in one ear and out the other; Ochako was used to his dirty mouth. They used to bother him, but after getting to know him she knew it was all just part of his tough guy act.
“Ehehehe… sorry, Katsuki-san… you just looked so vulnerable… I couldn’t help it…”
She knew it was a weak excuse, and from his guttural breathing and furrowed brows she knew he wasn’t having it. She braced herself for another round of insults.
“Fucking touch me again and I’ll kill you!! Why would you even do something like that?!”
She felt her face grow hot as she gave him a sheepish smile, pressing the tips of her index fingers together.
“Well… I guess I just wanted to know what your laugh sounded like.”
Suddenly, silence. Ochako’s gaze went up, and she froze when she saw the look on Katsuki’s face. His anger had melted and morphed into… shock? Curiosity? She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it was a sight rarely seen at U.A. High School.
“My… laugh?”
Realizing she was still on the floor, she picked herself up and gingerly made her way to the other side of the couch. She plopped down next to the blonde, perhaps a bit closer than expected, and watched him carefully as she said her next words.
“Yeah! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh. Let alone seen you smile.”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, then crossed his arms and turned away. She could have sworn she saw a hint of color on his cheeks.
“How stupid. I fucking smile all the time.”
“Mmm, yeah, but it’s different. Not like when I do this.”
Then came mistake number two.
She clamped both hands at his sides and skittered her nails all over, delighting when she got the same reaction as before; undignified squeaks, involuntary wiggling, and more fiery anger.
“STOP THAT!! WHAT’S YOUR FUCKIN’ PROBLEM!!” He cried out once he managed to wriggle out of her grasp. Despite having him practically screaming in her face, Ochako just giggled joyfully.
That was mistake number three.
“So Katsuki-san is ticklish. That’s so cute.”
Those three words seemed to trigger him. In a flash, she found herself pinned down and unable to move any of her four limbs. Her arms were held tightly above her head while Katsuki’s body weight trapped her hips and legs beneath him. She squirmed preemptively, feeling panic rise in her chest when she saw the devious glint in his eyes.
“What did you just say?” He asked in a deep, hushed voice that gave her goosebumps all the way down her chest.
She gulped, feeling the first beads of sweat form on her brow.
“Uhhh… I said… you were cu-AAAAH! EEHEEHEEHEE NOOOOO!!”
She felt something squeeze her lower ribs and realized Katsuki had one free hand. The sensation was borderline unbearable; she shrieked and squirmed as he explored her vulnerable torso, lightly pinching all the soft skin available to him.
“KATSUKEEHEEHEE! AAAAAH!”
He said nothing as he continued his assault, although she noticed a smirk spreading across his face quite quickly. He moved a bit lower and dug into an awful spot on her belly that made her shriek loud enough to break glass. Despite putting all the strength into breaking her arms free, they wouldn’t budge in his grasp. Kicking her legs up and down didn’t seem to do much, either. After a few minutes of torture, she resigned to her fate and knew she wasn’t going anywhere until Katsuki had his fill of revenge.
The sudden sensation of him spidering all five fingers under her arm made her buck her hips and bounce gracelessly on the couch. She was nearing her limit; she didn’t know how much more she could take. She hadn’t realized Katsuki was so ruthless. He showed no mercy as her tormented her, the clock ticking away as each long minute passed.
Finally, when she was red as a cherry and gasping for air, he released his grip and set the poor girl free. Still straddling her, he grinned down triumphantly as if he had just won the Sports Festival.
“What was the about ‘cute’?”
His question fell on exhausted ears. Still trying to catch her breath, Ochako barely registered his words. She brushed away some of the hair that had fallen in her face and wheezed out a reply.
“… Haa… heh… huh?”
“Dumbass. I said what was that about ‘cute’?”
“Oh! Uh…”
Not willing to answer lest she become victim of another tickle attack, she just bit her lip and gave him a shy smile. He took the opportunity to boast.
“That’s what I thought. Call me cute again and see what happens.”
The pout on his face was too adorable. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how childish he was.
So he does have a silly side… I was right!
“Katsuki-san really doesn’t like being called cute then?”
“NO!! I’M NOT CUTE!!” He barked. “I’m going to be the number one hero and HEROES AREN’T CUTE!! Besides, you’re the one that’s-”
Katsuki clamped his mouth shut before he finished his sentences. Ochako, still in a daze, just blinked in confusion as his face suddenly developed a rosy-red tint.
“… What?”
The blonde just clenched his jaw as if in pain and scrambled to climb off the couch. He stuck his hands in his pockets, turning his back and walking out of the room in a hurry while mumbling something under his breath.
“Wait, Katsuki-san-?”
He was gone in seconds. Ochako sat up, putting a hand to her face, and realized her skin was hot to touch. And she knew it had nothing to do with his quirk.
Yayyy!!!! Mha fic cause I finally finished watching it!!!! YUPYYYYYY
Human shield
Hehe drawn by me 👆
Lee: Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari
Ler: Katsuki Bakugo
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡
Ships: it can be see at Bakugo x Kirishima x Kaminari or platonic
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
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡
“KIRI! KIRISHIMAAAA!” Denki ran to his friend
“What is it? Kami?”
“Save meeeeeee! Protect me!” Denki stood behind his friend, it seemed like he was hiding from something
“What happened? Are you running from someone?”
“Shield! Be my shield, please!”
Kirishima understood immediately, he looked forward when he heard a familiar voice
“DUNCE FACE YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE FROM ME!”
“Ah! Katsuki!” The redhead exclaimed when he saw that his friend was running away from his other friend, he stretched his arms to the sides and stiffened “please don’t hurt Denki, I’m sure you can solve everything without violence
“Violence? Who said I want to hit him?” Katsuki got close to Kirishima “that idiot dared to tickle me! I’m going to finish him off!”
Kirishima couldn't contain himself and laughed
“Tickling? Serious? Sorry, Kats, but I'm not going to let you pass, poor Denki asked me to be his human shield and I'm very good at it” he laughed
“Oh really?” Bakugo laughed, then approached the redhead, placing his mouth very close to his ear and whispering “don't worry, there's no need to be jealous, after I finish him off I can tickle you until you forget your own name~”
Kirishima's eyes widened and he simply… blushed? The stiffness in his arms faltered for a moment and allowed Bakugo to pass
The explosive boy jumped on top of Denki
“DIE!”
“No! No! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M GOHOHOING TO DIHIHIE”
Bakugo went straight for the blond’s knees, making him scream
“Soooo… I’ll let you guys have your fun…” Kirishima tried to sneak away
“Ohoho, don’t think I forgot about you, Shitty Hair~”
Bakugo pulled Kirishima by the arm, throwing him to the ground and starting to lock his ribs while squeezing Denki’s knees
“BAHAHAKUHUHUGOHOHO” the redhead screamed
“IF YOHOHOU KEHEHEP I’LL- AHAHAHA!” Denki screamed, if he laughed too much, Bakugo knew the boy would shock everyone
“I’m sure you can hold on a little longer, Pikachu”
Kirishima tried to grab the boy, but Bakugo intensified the tickling, making him give up
“KAHAHATSUKI!”
“Okay, okay, huh, but just because it looked like you guys were going to die.” Bakugo stoped
Denki took a deep breath, trying to get some air. Had Bakugo stopped before he could blow a fuse? This was unheard of, had he felt mercy of him?
“Don’t try anything funny again, okay Kaminari? Or, I’ll kill you for real! And Kirishima, don’t try to get in my way, or you’ll regret it.”
Kirishima and Denki looked at each other and started laughing.
“What are you laughing at? I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
could u do platonic bakudeku where they run out of room on the bus and lee deku is forced to sit on ler bakus lap?
Thanks for the request! This is a pretty unique ask, I gotta say, but how can I turn down this opportunity? I’m really excited to be able to write for you guys due to my need for validation and such and it’s so fun to do so!
Ler Bakugou, Lee Midoriya
Warning: Light swearing (as will happen with Bakugou)
Izuku shifted to where Bakugou was sitting, nervously sitting down in his lap. He looked back at his childhood friend, who refused to make eye contact with him.
The entire class 1-A was going on a field trip, but the only bus that was available to take them was one that was fairly small. Aizawa had assured them that there would be enough seats for everyone, but apparently, had miscounted, because there was one student left without a seat. Izuku looked around, wondering where he was going to sit, or if he’d have to sit in the aisle.
After a few minutes, Aizawa had Izuku sit on Bakugou’s lap (why he chose Bakugou, we may never know), and the student was reluctantly doing so.
The bus soon started moving, and Deku couldn’t resist the urge to look out the window at the scenery. Unfortunately, this was rather… uncomfortable for Bakugou, who nearly tossed the greenette off in his shifting. When he almost went tumbling into the aisle, the atomic blonde had grabbed him, not wanting to be blamed if he ended up hitting his head and becoming stupid. He hadn’t expected Izuku to let out a "MPPH!”, which had been barely kept back by him pressing his lips together. He looked back at his old friend, and…
Oh no.
“You better keep quiet, nerd~” he warned before digging into Midoriya’s sides. He *barely* kept back another squeal, twisting and turning in Bakugou’s grasp, desperately trying to keep from laughing.
“K-Kacchan, noho! L-l-lemme go, s-stop that!” Izuku whined, trying to keep his voice down so Aizawa wouldn’t notice.
In the seat across from them, Uraraka was sitting, watching them. She didn’t dare interfere, she knew better than to incur Bakugou’s wrath, and besides, Deku looked so cute like this! All blushy and squirmy, trying to keep from laughing or giggling.
The greenette in question, however, was in ticklish hell, trying, to no avail, to escape the atomic blonde that was tickling him without mercy. He had to bite back another squeal as he felt a squeeze dangerously close to his hips. He was far past the point of a huge, bright, wobbly smile.
“P-please, Aizawa-S-sensei will m-make us go back!” he warned Bakugou, pushing at his hands.
“You say that like I wanted to go on this stupid field trip anyway,” he retorted, kneading his ribs. Izuku jerked and kicked, batting at Bakugou’s hands. He was determined to beat his former friend at his own game, no matter the cost.
But, after maybe five minutes of holding back as much as he could, a well-placed squeeze to his hips was the end of his resistance. He burst out laughing, drawing the attention of everyone on the bus.
“Dammit, Deku, you blew it!” Bakugou told him, sounding angry at the greenette for losing his composure.
“Y-You’re tihihihihickling me, youhuhuhu jeheheheherk!” he dared, lashing out through his laughter.
“Oh now you’re in for it!” the atomic blonde yelled, before pinning Izuku against him, kneading his hip with his other hand.
By this time, the entire class was watching them, a few having pulled out their phones and were recording their exchange.
“Alright you, two, that’s enough,” Aizawa told them, suppressing an amused smile at their antics, pulling Izuku from Bakugou’s clutches and rubbing his back, letting him recover from the tickle attack. He brought him over to his seat and let him take it, settling for standing in the aisle.
Sorry this took so long, I was really busy lately (and suffered a little bit of writer’s block, fun) but it’s finally done! This one is really short, I was kinda in a rush, but I hope you like it!
