#mha tickle

[ticklishpupboy]

Lil doodle for you guys cause I’m in a huuuuge Lee mood hwhwhwh

[lilaccfeathers]

TICKLE ART LIGHTENING ROUND!!

Did these doodles in my free time while streaming them on discord!

Tickle monsters belong to @landscapewrites and @rookhuntsplume !!🫶

[sleepysheepytea]

Happy Holidays @a-fluffer-nutter !! I'm your squealing santa!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

lol i normally have a pretty hard time drawing these two but i def tried my best!!

i hope you have a wonderful holiday and a happy new year!!

[giggly-squiggily]

There’s this hc that’s been on my mind lately👀 You know how bakugo’s hair is all spiky and you can’t keep it down no matter how much you brush it, so I think he wouldn’t bother even trying to do that in the mornings. And due to his hair, he’s probably not very used to things touching his scalp…so it’s potentially very sensitive👀So I was thinking for the fic requests, what if denki (or any of his friends) accidentally figures that out while sticking one of those scalp massage/head scratcher thingies in his head to mess with him. If it inspires you🫶🏻

I LOVE. I love love LOVE this HC!!! So this fic ended up being less "Let's go mess with Bakugou via Scalp massager" and more "Soft tickles with feelings mixed in" via Todobaku. I'm feeling a lot of things since the Epilogue/finale of MHA <3 All the same, I hope you like it, anon!

CW: Suggestive humor

Taglist Peeps:

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @wolfyeatstacos @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @sarahmaystock5578 @stickly-badger @mochigiggle @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @sp1racle @teddywriting

“Hm…spidery.” Todoroki mused as he pulled out the strange contraption Iida recommended.

Recently he’d been struggling with mild headaches. Most he suspected from training both sides of his quirk, but also due to daily life stresses and whatnot.

Upon hearing about it, his friends suggested the usual remedies. Up his water intake, try to get more consistent sleep, cut his screen time. The scalp massager was far out there, but Iida swore by it; cutting through the air with such emphasis it felt like a disservice to not try it.

So here he was, twirling his new tool in his hands. It looked like a torture device- all long metal spines in a stretching basket shape. Was this really going to help? Only one way to find out.

With a deep breath, he reached up and pressed the metal prongs against his scalp.

“E-eeh!” He yelped, shuddering all over. He couldn’t even get it halfway down before the intense tickle got him. Pulling it back, he stared at it with suspicious eyes. “Maybe this is a torture device…” He braced before bringing it back to his head, pushing once more.

His body shuddered, and he yelped before jerking his hand back, dropping the massager. This wasn’t going well at all.

“What are you doing?” A new voice made him cry out once more, twisting to find Bakugou standing by the door. He was scowling, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze as he eyed his boyfriend. “What is that?”

“I-it’s- eh…” Face burning bright red, Todoroki looked between the explosive blonde and his discarded scalp massager. There wasn’t any getting out of this one. “I…tried this thing.” He held it up, unable to meet Bakugou’s eye. “It’s not working well, though.”

“.....” Bakugou stared so hard, Todoroki swore he saw the processing circle form overhead. He tilted his head curiously before walking up, taking it from Todoroki’s hand and flipping it about. “What the hell is it? Some sort of torture device?” He looked at him again, mildly impressed. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing, Icy-Hot.”

“Sh-Shut up!” The half-n-half hero swatted at him, blushing even more. “It’s not like that! It’s a scalp massager!”

“Ahh…huh.” Bakugou looked at it again. “Is this for your headaches?” He remembered! “If you wanted a head massage, you could have just told me. I’d gladly give you one.”

“Gross.” Todoroki deadpanned as Bakugou giggled. “But thank you; I just didn’t want to bother you. You already do so much for me as is.” He watched Bakugou twirl the massager again, the light glinting off the metal. “I just wish it worked, you know? I’d feel less bad buying it if it didn’t go to waste.”

“Hmm..try it on me.” Bakugou offered it back before turning his back to the other. “Maybe I’ll handle it better.”

“You sure? It felt so…tingly.” Todoroki rose on his knees so he was leveled with his boyfriend’s back, angling the scalp massager. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

With an impatient grunt to continue, Todoroki pressed the scalp massager down, letting the prongs run.

The blonde huffed, straightening his spine as his shoulders twitched. Besides that, though- he didn’t react elsewise. Taking this as a sign to continue, Todoroki pulled it back up before descending in a slow pattern.

Another twitch, another sharp inhale. Bakugou’s fingers clenched knuckle white, bracing against his thighs as he seemed to struggle. “Does it tickle?” Todoroki asked gently, surprised when his boyfriend nodded. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No…it feels nice.” The other grunted, a hitch in his voice when Todoroki pressed down again. “Kinda like back tickles.”

“Ah. You always liked those.” The duel-quirk hero smiled, relief filling his core. It was good to know not only his purchase wasn’t a waste, but Bakugou seemed to genuinely enjoy it. Ticklish or not. “Has your head always been this sensitive?”

The blonde sputtered, ducking his head while Todoroki blushed scarlet. “Stop! Ugh, you’re so dirty minded today!”

“You-you cahahn’t blame mehehehe!” He chortled, scrunching his shoulders up when the prongs on the massager clipped his ears. “Ahhaha- cahahareful! Watch the ehehars!”

“Your ears are ticklish?” He was learning so much today! Putting his curiosity aside, he resumed his earlier technique. Soft giggles could still be heard. Was Bakugou finally giving into the feeling or still laughing at his earlier innuendo? “Has your scalp always been sensitive? That’s what I meant.”

“Kinda? I hated when my mom combed my hahahair. She was so rough handed.” He tittered softly when the massager slid along the back of his neck, leaning forward slightly. “My dad though- he had such gentle ones. I think it cahame with being a designer. He learned how to touch people.”

“You really love your dad, huh?” Todoroki felt an ache settle in his chest. “I’ve met him a few times now. He seems like a real sweet guy.”

“Ahha yeah, the old man is great. And…ma is too. Even if she pisses me off sometimes.” His ears got red, and there was such a softness in Bakugou’s voice when he spoke about his parents. “Sorry. We can talk about something else if you want.”

Did he catch the longing in his voice? Todoroki shook his head, then realized Bakugou couldn’t see him. “It’s alright. It’s nice hearing happy stories about parents. There was…a time when my mom was like that. Before..you know.”

They fell into a silence after that- broken only by the occasional hitch or titter from Bakugou as the scalp massager carried on. Oh now he felt bad- he must have ruined the mood. “Sorry-”

“Hush. You didn’t ruin the mood.” He could read him like a book! Bakugou looked back at him as Todoroki paused, wincing when the prongs dug into his skin. “Seriously, Shoto. You know you can talk about anything to me, right?”

“I know. And I appreciate it.” Putting the massager down, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Bakugou’s shoulders, hugging him close. “And you can talk about things to me as well. Not just the bad- I want to hear about your parents and your childhood. I love learning new things about you from them, and I love the way you love them.” He kissed Bakugou’s blushing cheek, pressing his cool side against it. “It doesn’t bother me. If anything, I think witnessing it is…I don’t know, reassuring. Comforting- knowing what I went through isn’t the norm. That family can…you know, be more.”

Was that strange? He spoke from his heart, but part of him wondered if he said too much. Especially now with Bakugou stiffening in his arms, stunned into silence. He was about to try and take it back when Bakugou’s hands came up, squeezing his own.

“You’re too good to me.” Bakugou sounded a bit choked, and Todoroki felt something wet drip on his hand. He squeezed him tighter, kissing his cheek again and again as his boyfriend struggled to collect himself. “You're my family, Shoto. Now and forever- even before we started dating. I just wanted you to know that.”

God, that was so unfair! Biting his lip not to cry, he dropped his hands to Bakugou’s ribs and began tickling, earning a shocked yell and a spasm. “Don’t go making me weepy, damn it! You know I’m an ugly crier!”

“Thehehehe hehhehehell yohohohou ahahahre! Ehahahaha, besiihihides, you stahhharted it! Eheahhahha- cohohome ohohohon, thiihiihis is so uuhuhnfahhahair!” The explosive hero cackled out as he slid down Todoroki’s lap, trapped in his embrace as his legs came up and around to pin him. “Thehhehere ihihisn’t a sihiihhingle uhuuhgly thiihihng abohohohout yoohohohu!”

“Yeah, right.” A touch of self deprecation tried to creep in, but he shook it off. This wasn’t the time for that! “Okay fine- I’ve had enough headaches for the last few days. Crying gives me a raging one, so for that, you get extra tickles.”

“Oohohohohoho, hohohoho hoohohhooho! Blahahaming mehehehe for thahahaht, huuhuhuh? Lohohock me uhuuhp and throohohow ahwhwhay the kehehehey! Ehahhahaha- AHH!” He shrieked when Todoroki dug into his upper ribs, barely making coherent noises now. “Gehahahahahha! Ehahahhaah, ohohohokay! Ohohoohhkay I’m sohohohoohrry! I’m sohohohohohorry, pleahhahhse stahahahap!”

“Hmmm..okay.” Todoroki released him, giggling as Bakugou collapsed in his lap. His cheeks were glistening with tears, shiny against his near permanent red cheeks. His chest heaved with each breathe, and his hand rested against his belly. Despite how exhausted he looked, he was also so stunning in this moment.

A comet across the night sky. Todoroki smiled as he let his desire take over.

“Mmph?” Bakugou gasped against his lips at the surprise kiss, then melted. His hands came up to run through Todoroki’s messy hair, fisting it gently and pulling him down further. It was a little awkward to kiss this way- given their faces were inverted, but they managed it somehow. “Wha-at was tha-at for?” He asked when they pulled away, unable to stop a smile.

“I just wanted to kiss you. You’re beautiful.” Todoroki shrugged, and Bakugou pretended to brush it off with a raspberry. “Do you want me to keep massaging your scalp?” He was more careful now with his wording.

“Hmm..nah, I’m alright. Didn’t you buy it for yourself?” Bakugou reached out and snagged it, something devious entering his grin as he hopped behind Todoroki. “Here- maybe it’ll tickle less if I do it.”

“I highly doubt tha-ahahhahahhat!” Oh sweet One For All and All Might himself- it tickled even worse when someone else did it! Todoroki didn’t get a chance to react before he was giggling helplessly, falling into Bakugou’s chest as he tried ducking away from the massager. “Ehehahahhahaha! H-Hehehehey! Hehehehy, sthahahap thahahhat! Ehahahha, it tihihiihckles wahhahahy toohohoho muhuhuch! It tihihickles too muhuuhhuhch!”

“Does it now? That’s too bad.” Bakugou growled teasingly, keeping one arm across his chest as he carried on “massaging” his scalp. “How else are we going to get rid of that headache? You’re just gonna have to bear with it, Icy Hot. Get ready to be ache-free!”

Thanks for reading!

[lizzyloo72]

Giggle Yourself to Sleep

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Aizawa

SFW! NSFW DNI

Summary: Shoto hasn’t been his best lately. He’s been snapping at his friends, skipping meals, staying up late to get work done, etc. Aizawa notices, like the father-not-father he is. After countless complaints about his grumpy behavior, he takes things into his own hands.

Word Count: 1505

Reading time: 6m

Ships: NONE. NO. EW.

Warnings: none, unless u don't enjoy tickling, this is a tickle fic!

A/N: I have been gone for so long but I came back bc I just got the most intense lee mood of my life.

“Stop being so loud, Kaminari.”

Shoto Todoroki, known as the collected, strong willed young boy he is. However, those character traits seemed to be cracking recently. He had been snapping at his friends recently for slight annoyances, and this was no different.

“Jeez, man, I wasn’t even being that loud, we were just laughing.”

Kaminari rebuttals, a bit hurt even though he knows it’s nothing personal since he’s been snapping at people all week.

“Yeah well, you should know more than everyone that your laughing is loud. And quite frankly? Obnoxious.”

Shoto grunts and slams his book shut, storming off to his dorm. He wasn’t losing his composed demeanor, it just had a hint of annoyance and anger mixed in with it. He wasn’t lashing out, just getting upset. But it was getting annoying.

When the rest of class 1-A was eating their dinner in the common room and chatting, Shoto was nowhere to be seen. Nobody really mentioned it, but a few started to feel a bit concerned, as he hadn’t come out for a meal since breakfast.

He was rooted to his chair currently, flipping through textbook pages and notes, focused immensely on his school work. He’d been like this for a few nights now, obsessing over his work now that state testing was coming up.

The next day was the same cycle. He’d snap at his friends when they were around, go to his room, and stay in there. Except this day was a bit different. While he was busy studying for his AP Literature, he heard a firm knock on his door.

He groans, thinking it’s one of his friends that had been bothering him. He drags himself to the door and swings it open with an attitude, stiffening at the sight of his teacher.

“O-Oh! Mr. Aizawa, sorry- uhm, what’s going on? Did you need me for something?”

He fidgets with his hand, feeling awkward after swinging the door open so rudely infront of his professor

“Your little attitude has led your classmates to disturb my peace and quiet. So I’ll ask you instead, what’s going on, Shoto? Why are you snapping at your peers?”Shoto stiffens slightly at the direct call out.

“Ah, apologies. I’ve just..been quite sleep deprived, as I’ve stayed up late studying the past few nights. And you know how obnoxious things are when you’re tired..”

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his expression.“Sleep deprivation, hm? …know it all too well. You’re a bright kid, Shoto. You don’t need to exert this much energy to pass, you’re already top of the class.”

Shoto rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his stoic demeanor diminishing with the combination of praise and underlying annoyance in Aizawa’s tone.

“Yeah, I guess..but I really just want to do well, if I study hard enough, there won’t be any doubt that I’ll pass..”

Aizawa cuts him off

“You sound like you need someone to help you sleep. You’re too worked up.”

Shoto gives him a questioning look.

“Well, what could you do to help me? I can’t even get myself to sleep.”

Aizawa thinks for a moment, considering possibilities.

“Does warm milk help you sleep? I could go grab you some while you wind down.”

He shakes his head.

“Mmh-mm. Just tastes good, doesn’t tire me out.”

“..”

A slight flush blooms up Aizawa’s own neck before quickly diminishing at his next idea.

“I remember a way from my days in high school that Hizashi would force me to wind down.”

Shoto blinks, a silent offer for him to continue.

“Don’t tell the other students that this method worked on me in the past, I don’t wanna relive it. It was embarrassing. But..I’ll show you. Surprise makes it work better, so I’m not gonna tell you what it is.”

He fidgets again, now a bit nervous for what he’s planning.

“Embarrassing?”

“I hope you can use the same will power you did to hold in your laugh with Mr. Smiley, or this may get loud.”

Shoto barely has time to process the..tease? Too monotone to tell what his goal was with that statement..before Aizawa sits him back down in the spinny chair beside him and starts fluttering his fingertips along his sides. It was a silly sight, two of the most stoic people in UA engaging in such a playful activity.

Sure enough, Shoto bit back the burst of laughter that threatened to bubble past his lips, his shoulders shaking as he grips his teachers wrists, not pushing, but desperately squeezing to distract his body from the maddening, tingly sensation across his torso. Damn. He’d forgotten how ticklish he was, the only person who’d ever tickled him was Nazu, during one of the very rare days he had been allowed to play with his siblings.

“A-Aihi—mph!”

He tries again

“Aizawa, what a-are you..Mhmhm—Doing?!”

He struggles to get through without letting his giggles slip.

“Huh, even better control than I’d thought. Physical excursion tires people out quickly, you should know this. Tickling someone makes them struggle and use an excess amount of energy, therefore making them sleepy. Hence why I’m doing this.”

Shoto can barely grasp every word in his explanation, too focused on holding in his laughter and desperately trying to jolt away from each tickly touch.

Then, Aizawa takes one hand and pinches the gaps between each rib, vibrating his hand against the skin like tickly, electric shocks, meanwhile his other hand is still skittering up and down Shoto’s left side.

“AHACK—mhmhmhmph!!”

He bows his head, his core muscles fully tensed from holding in his laughter. His leg slightly kicks out at the sudden switch in tickle spots, but he suppresses other reactions.

“..have you been hiding this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you subjected to one of Mina’s tickle fights before. Is that why you’re trying so hard not to laugh?”

Shoto turns his head away, too embarrassed to look at him. He’s so good at reading people, it’s not fair. Of course he’s been hiding it, his image would be absolutely demolished if his friends knew he turned into a giggly, squirming mess when tickled.

“You realize I could make you crack in milliseconds, problem child. It’d be funny if one of your peers came in to check on you and saw you shrieking with laughter.”

“D-Don’t you dare tease me! Ihi would kill you if y-you did thahat!!”

Aizawa smirks.

The next thing Shoto knows, instead of the light fluttering and insistent buzzing tickle against his ribs, there’s a sudden, overwhelmingly ticklish spidering against the hollows of his armpits, and occasionally one hand shoots to his neck and flutters against his jawline. The combination of one of his worst tickle spots being absolutely demolished and such a light, teasing tickle against his neck sends his nerves into overdrive.

“Aizawa, Aizawa, AIZ— EEEHEHAHAHA!! SH—GAHAHAHA NONONOHO!”

He kicks both his legs out and pins his arms to his sides, effectively trapping Aizawa’s hands against his tickle spot anyways. He thrashes his head side to side, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes.

The dormitories were awfully quiet for a Friday night, most of the students watching a movie and lounging in the common area. Until they were all suddenly bombarded by the loud, unguarded cackling from Shoto’s dorm. What the..

Shoto throws his head back and lightly knees Aizawa in the stomach from pure panic, his strength not nearly enough to do any actual damage.

Aizawa just smirks and teasingly spiders his fingers around Shoto’s underarms before randomly dipping into the hollows and going mad on the sensitive area.

“STAHAAHHAHAHAP STOP STOP EEHEHEHAAH PEOPLE ARE GONNA HEHEAR!!”

“Trust me, they’ve heard. You are insanely loud.”

As if on cue, they hear a loud banging on the door.

“The fuck is going on in there? We’re trying to enjoy a movie, icyhot!”

Shoto’s heart leaps in his chest and he frantically covers his face in case Bakugou walks in and sees him like this, the idea mortifying him already.

“I’m tickling him.”

Aizawa replies with a deadpanned tone, obviously not realizing how utterly embarrassed Shoto truly is.

“You’re hah?”

Much to Shoto’s dismay, Bakugou slams the door open and peaks in, a wicked grin splitting his lips.

“Damn, you’re a mess. I never knew you were ticklish, icyhot. I should tell Mina.”

“PLEHEHEASE NOHO- EEEEHEHAHA!!”

He cuts off for a moment when Aizawa catches him particularly off guard with his little circle and dip movement.

“SHE’LL KIHIHILL MEHEHEHEEEE”

Bakugou just smirks and shuts the door, heading back to the common area to reveal a certain secret.

“HAHAHA GAHAHA!! AIZAWA, IM TIRED IM TIRED EHEHEAHA!! ILL SLEHEHEEP, I PROMISE!”

He finally makes a slight effort to actually push him away, Aizawa quickly takes the sign and pulls away. Way too abrupt for poor Shoto, but at least he stopped. His underarms tingle with phantom tickles as he lets out a few residual giggles, he looked genuinely exhausted now.

“…I’m so gohohonna tell them about your high school experience with this.”

Aizawa stiffens slightly.

“Don’t you dare. Go to bed, Shoto. If I’m surprise attacked randomly tomorrow, you’re running 5 laps on the track.”

Shoto lets out a final, tired giggle and turns to his bed.

“Thanks, Mr. Aizawa.”He mutters, obviously embarrassed about the entire situation.

Aizawa just smiles and shuts his door, leaving the boy in peace and quiet.

[wreckingtickles]

"Hahahahahahahahhahahahaahha!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHWKKHHHSHSSSSS!!! PLEEhehehehehhaahahahaahhasee!! STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAhahahahaahahahahhaahppppp!!"

All poor Izuku could do was laugh, whine, cry, and sweat into the thick landing mat that bore his shirtless, hogtied form. Unfortunately for Izuku, he was not alone in the office training gym: Hawks was seated on the mat next to him, having removed his gloves to caress the greenette's bare, upturned soles.

"Stop?" asked the villanous hero. "But this is your break, did you forget?"

He let the fingers of one hand curl, running the tips down the arches that Midoriya was desperately trying to scrunch up, an effort foiled by the toe ties that Hawks had not neglected to apply. That simple action was enough to prompt another bout of high-pitched cackling. "Before I let the feathers loose again..."

Izuku's laughter took on a panicked quality. Despite their universal association with tickling, feathers made quite the poor implement of induced hysteria in the vast majority of cases.

Izuku was not the vast majority of cases. Not only was he extremely sensitive, but he was cursed with the ability to feel the kiss of every single barb of a feather, a dubious talent that Hawks was currently exploiting in an attempt to extract the part of the code that the trainee had been tasked to protect.

Izuku knew that he couldn't just give up the code; but he also knew that he would not be able to make it through another round of feathers.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! NAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEH FEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAtheheheheheheehehehehehehehehehsssssssss!!!! Plheheheheehhahahahaahahahahseeeeeeee!!!!! Hiahahahaiiiiiii CAHAHAHHAAHHHAHhehehehehehtttt!"

"So you'll give me the code, then?" asked Hawks, now scribbling all ten of his fingertips all over the upturned soles, scratching at the ball of each foot, then along the entire length of the arches.

"AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHAahahahahahahahhHAHAHAHAHAHHahahahaahhaaAHHAAHAHA!!! IHIHIHHHHII-- I CAHAHahahahahahahahahahahnnnnnnt!!! HAhahaahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

"You can't take the tickles, you can't give me the code... You're so negative! I thought Sir had tickled it out of you? Have some faith!" monologued Hawks while focusing under Izuku's toes. "Guess you leave me no choice..."

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAwwwwwwkkkkkssss pleheheheehahahahahase!!! NonoNONONHONANAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

And just like that, Hawks's fingers lifted off the sensitive skin to make room for a swarm of red feathers.

Izuku's scream was genuinely pitiful, but it fell on deaf ears. The principal purveyors of agony were unquestionably the dozens - dozens! - of feathers sawing between his toes, along their base and the stems, and all across his arches. There were more teasing the pads of the digits, the sides and tops of the feet, even circling his ankles; a mere annoyance individually, but their combined effect would have been enough to reduce Izuku to tears even without the much, much, MUCH worse onslaught on his soles.

Despite his enjoyment of the havoc the barbs of his feathers were wreaking for once, Hawks had learned from the previous round of tickling that the heels and balls of the trainee's feet were more receptive to the stern touch of the quill; so, he acted accordingly, making it a point to hide the entirety of Izuku's feet under a flurry of red.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEKKKKK!!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!! PLHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!"

So polite, pleading even through torture. But even as he shrieked and writhed without being able to get away, Izuku was distinctly able to hear Hawks say, "Mh, I wonder how I can make it worse? Oh, I know!"

And the greenette shrieked again as more feathers were deployed to saw up and down his sides, the small of his back, his neck; under his scapulae, behind his ears...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAA! KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

"The code?" asked Hawks as he repositioned himself, knowing full well that the trainee was unable to see where he was placing his hands, poised to strike...

"EH-- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! NNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Ok. Talk to you again in ten minutes!" said Hawks before he latched onto Izuku's hips, his index and middle fingers digging right into the greenette's death spot.

All Might's successor let out the first of many, many desperate shrieks.

[alinatk]

Tickles (DabiHawks - HotWings)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Characters: Dabi (Touya Todoroki) | Hawks (Takami Keigo) Lee!Hawks Ler!Dabi Summary: The problem with complaining and wanting attention from someone like Dabi is that it will always have consequences. Hawks learns this the hard way, or rather, the best way possible when a simple massage quickly turns into a fun competition where sensitivity is seen as weakness, making it clear who really has the upper hand in that relationship. [Read also on Ao3] Notes: It's rather suggestive content.

(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest)

Hawks opened the apartment door with a soft click, sliding inside with an exaggerated sigh, as if he'd just carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Ugh..." He grumbled, dropping his jacket on the back of the sofa. "My wings are intact, but my feet, man... It feels like they marched to hell and back, all in the name of justice"

Sitting in the other corner of the room, Dabi raised an eyebrow without even looking up from his phone. "You fly" He said dryly. "Literally. Don't touch the ground if you can avoid it"

"That's just a detail" Hawks grinned, throwing himself onto the sofa with an almost theatrical dramatization. "I had to land on rooftops, escape through narrow alleys, and can you believe a civilian made me chase his cat today? Number two hero, Dabi, I deserve an award, or a treat"

Dabi huffed and dropped his phone on the arm of the armchair. His gaze burned with irony, but also with a certain resigned weariness. He knew Hawks too well to completely fall for that act, but even so, he pulled his feet onto his lap. "Maybe that 'treat' you want isn't on your feet, but higher up" He pointed.

"I don't deny anything, but start with them" Hawks replied, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he sank deeper into the upholstery.

Dabi rolled his eyes, but began to press his fingers along the soles of his feet with surprisingly careful movements. His touch was warm, naturally, but gentle, avoiding any discomfort. "Tsk... You're not even ashamed, are you? You should be all broken after patrol, but your feet are smoother than a hero's ego"

"I take care of myself, duh" Hawks said with a satisfied little smile. "But you're touching them like you're experienced. Have you massaged many feet, Dabi?"

Dabi looked up with a mocking glint and squeezed Hawks' foot a little harder, making him shudder. "Only those I've endured for more than five minutes. Lucky you"

"Ah, so I'm special" He said, forcing an air of superiority.

"More like bearable" Dabi replied, tracing his thumb down the center of Hawks' foot.

Hawks let out a soft sound, somewhere between surprise and a suppressed gasp.

Dabi paused for a second. "What was that?"

"Nothing, just... continue" He said, too quickly, as if wanting to forget or get past the subject.

Dabi smiled slightly, but it wasn't a gentle smile, it was the smile of someone who has found ammunition. "Sensitive, huh?" He murmured with a hint of playful danger. "Interesting"

"Dabi..." He narrowed his eyes, now on alert.

"Relax, I'll be gentle with you" Dabi chuckled, resuming the massage with gentle movements for now. His fingers lingered on the most delicate points of his feet, testing reactions, studying each involuntary tremor.

Hawks looked away, trying to maintain his composure, but it was difficult with that heat creeping across his skin with each well-placed touch. He was beginning to regret asking for it.

Dabi was clearly enjoying himself now. "You were complaining for nothing just to get me to touch you, huh? I admit that was clever"

"It worked, didn't it?"

Dabi tilted his face, pressing his lips against Hawks' ankle, leaving a warmth there that didn't just come from his Quirk. "Only because I allowed it"

Hawks tried to appear relaxed, but his tense jaw and contracted muscles completely betrayed him. And that damned light, slow massage only made things more difficult.

A silence fell between them, until Dabi asked with a wry smile. "So tell me, birdie" His voice came low, drawn out, almost lazy. "Do you prefer when I press here...?" He pressed the arch of Hawks' foot firmly with his thumb.

Hawks let out a soft, restrained sigh.

"...Or when I do this?" And this time, Dabi lightly dragged the tip of his finger along the sole, from the heel to the base of the toes.

The reaction was immediate, Hawks' foot twitched, and the hero let out an involuntary half-laugh, as if he'd been caught off guard. "Dabi..." He murmured, the corners of his mouth already beginning to twitch.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly in feigned surprise. "Hmm, look at that, was that a giggle? Are you ticklish by any chance?"

"I'm not ticklish" He lied, already shifting restlessly on the sofa, trying to pull his foot back. "It was just a reflex"

"Sure" Dabi said, now with an openly mischievous expression. He gripped his ankle firmly, as if studying his prey. "Reflex. Shall we confirm that together?"

And before Hawks could protest, Dabi ran his fingers more intently along the sole of his foot, quick, light, persistent.

The hero's laugh came without warning, somewhat choked, as if he were still trying to maintain his composure. "D-Dabi hahahahahaha!" Stop it!" He said, between stifled laughs, kicking the air with his other foot.

"Ah, so it was tickling after all, how interesting" He murmured, now diligently exploring each sensitive spot. Dabi's long, warm fingers lightly scratched his arches, slipping between his toes and tracing certain points that elicited more desperate laughter from Hawks, like the middle of the sole.

"Hahahahahahaha! Wait! I-It's not fair! Hahahahahahaha!" Hawks complained, writhing on the sofa, his wings flapping uselessly behind him. "I'm tired, this was supposed to be relaxing!"

"I'm taking care of you, birdie" Dabi teased, with a wide grin. "I'm just exploring new therapeutic methods"

"This isn't therapy! Hahahahahahaha!" It's torture disguised as affection!" He managed to say between laughs.

"And you're loving it" Dabi retorted, chuckling softly.

Hawks, even while laughing and trying to break free, didn't deny it. Amidst the protests, his eyes shone, there was something intimate and disarming in that surrender, even under attack. "You're a sadist" He said, his breath ragged, still writhing at his feet, trying to escape the hands that were slowly losing their rhythm.

Dabi finally stopped, keeping his hands where they were, now only gripping his feet more firmly. "Only with those who can handle it" He said, his voice lower this time.

There was a brief silence between them, Hawks' breathing calming. "Okay, you've had your fun, now it's my turn"

Dabi didn't answer, but he saw Hawks lean forward, agile, and in a swift movement, lunge at him, knocking him back onto the carpet. "Tsk... Bold"

Hawks, now on top, gripped his boyfriend's side and began to slide his fingers under his white shirt. "Let's see if you're ticklish too, nobody escapes revenge!"

Dabi clicked his tongue, a slight spasm running through his body as Hawks' fingers found his waist, a nervous smile taking over his expression. "Are you really trying?" He teased.

Hawks didn't answer, only increased the intensity, his fingers exploring along his ribs this time, with a mixture of precision and playful revenge.

And for a moment, it seemed to work, Dabi arched his back with an involuntary sigh, a hoarse laugh escaping. "Hah... getting the hang of it, huh, birdie?"

But before Hawks could celebrate, he felt Dabi's warm hands firmly encircle his hips. "Too bad you got distracted" And, in a quick and effortless movement, he reversed their position, immobilizing Hawks's wrists above his head with one hand.

Hawks opened his mouth to protest, but froze as he felt Dabi's free hand slowly slide along the contour of his shoulders, until it reached the base of his wings, causing him to shudder immediately. "N-No... Don't you dare...!"

"What?" Dabi smiled, his voice low and provocative. "Can't I touch my boyfriend? I thought we were intimate"

"They're sensitive" He said through gritted teeth, already squirming, but without the real strength to break free.

"Precisely for that reason" Dabi replied, calmly dragging his fingers along one of the wings, making the feathers bristle in a visible shudder. "Each of these feathers reacts as if it were pure nerve. Delicate, aren't they?"

"Hahahahahahahaha! No! D-Dabi...!" Hawks gasped, his body involuntarily shrinking as the fingers passed near the base of the wings, where the feathers were shorter and thinner and where the sensitivity was almost electric.

"You may be all confident in the sky, but down here on the ground," He brushed his lips along the curve of the left wing, speaking between slow taunts, "you tremble at the slightest touch. So much hidden fragility, huh?"

"T-That's a low blow" Hawks practically choked, squinting, a visible blush on his cheeks.

"It's strategy, a villain's strategy" Dabi replied, and then, without warning, attacked both wings simultaneously, his nimble fingers gliding along their bases, applying small pressures, light scratches, alternating touches of teasing and tickling.

Hawks burst into uncontrollable laughter, his muscles contracting, his wings thrashing aimlessly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO, NOHAHAHAHAHAHA!" It was too much, too sensitive.

Dabi smiled, having to dodge a few times because of the wings' agitation, but continued the attack.

"PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I SURRENDER!" He yelled between laughs, his body contorting, his eyes tearing up.

Dabi stopped, but kept his gaze fixed on him, his fingers playing on his chest, with a smile that was almost a malicious victory. "Your revenge was pathetic" He said, resting his forehead against his. "But it was worth it to see you writhing like that because of me"

Hawks was still trying to catch his breath, his eyes half-closed, his breathing ragged. "I'll still get my revenge, just you wait"

Dabi shrugged. "Good luck, birdie"

[burningablaze]

Day 1. Boo!/Jumpscare

Bakugou x Reader - Did I Scare You?

A/N: After debating for so long I finally got to try the Tickletober this year. I’ll do as much as I can and more

Summary: You successfully scared Bakugou and was teasing him about it but he decides to shut you up

Lee: Reader

Ler: Bakugou

Word Count: 421

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As Bakugou entered his dorm room with his eyes glued to his phone, he closed the door without paying attention, not realizing the upcoming danger. You were standing in a spot behind his door and waited for him. Still without looking from his phone, you slowly crept up behind him and yelled, “Boo!” Bakugou jumped with a startled yell. He turned around to face you with an annoyed look on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How long were you in my room?!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Oh my god, did I really scare you?” you asked between laughing. “Tch! No you didn’t. I don’t know where you got that idea from.” he said, tossing his phone on his bed and sat down. “I literally saw you jump and screamed like a girl.” “I did not scream like a girl.”

You smirked and sat on his bed next to him. “Oh come on, just admit I scared you.” you coaxed. “Why would I do that? Now shut up about it or else.” “Or else what?” you said playfully. “Don’t think I would make you regret testing me.” Bakugou said, sounding promising. You didn’t believe him and shook his head. “Pfft. Yeah, right. What are you going to do?”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “You really want to know?” “Uh, yeah. Because I know you won’t do anything.” you saw a moment of Bakugou flashed a smirk at you before suddenly pushed you to the bed and tickled your sides.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, wahahahahait! Stohohohohop!” you giggled loudly and squirmed. You pushed his hands away and protected yourself with your arms but Bakugou took your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Ain’t no way you're trying to stop me now.” he scratched his nails against your armpits, making you squeal and buck underneath him.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha plehehease stohohohop! I’m sohohohorry!” Bakugou chuckled amusingly and shook his head. “Oh you’re sorry now, huh? That still don’t mean I’ll let you walk away without taking a punishment.” he teased then moved down to your ribs, digging his fingers into them.

“I am, I ahahahahahahaham! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” you wiggled side to side and tried to pull your arms down from his grip. “If you were sorry then you wouldn’t have scared me in the first place.” Bakugou scribbled his fingers on your belly. “So I dihihihihid scare yohohohou!”

Bakugou widened his eyes slightly, he felt thrown off to what you said then tickled you more. “I… shut up! Don’t twist my words!”