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.
"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..."
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.
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...
"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...
"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.
A/N: 'Wait!' You say, 'but Bakugo already got his revenge on everyone!' Yes...... but only the first round. Welcome to Part 7!!! This is the last I have planned out for now but who knows... may be continued further. He's got many more times to go and many more deals to make after all ;)
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“Sounds like somebody needs a visit from the tickle monster.~” Kirishima sing-songed and bared his teeth in a grin as though a proud predator chancing upon their prey.
The air in the room seemed to cool, sending a chill running down Izuku’s spine.
He was grappled in an instant. “Heh- wait a second– I hehe- Kirishihihima–” Midoriya whined, squirming as Eijirou wrestled his wrists into place next to his head. They laid there, locked in a brief stalemate, with Izuku against his mattress beneath his friend.
“And you know…” Kirishima continued, “speaking of tickle monsters… I actually heard there’s one loose in the dorms..” Kirishima murmured, leaning in closer.
Izuku giggled in anticipation. “Whahahat are you talking about?”
“In fact.. I think it might be close by…” He smirked.
Izuku’s cheeks were blooming with red.
Kirishima leaned in, breathing into the sensitive shell of Deku’s ear to make him squirm even more as he said. “You see… they can sense when someone really ticklish is vulnerable.”
Izuku wailed, wishing he could cover his face. “Kihihihirishima stahahahop teasing!”
There was a knock–loud, more like a bang–on the door.
“Oh no! Is that it?” Kirishima gasped, squeezing Izuku’s wrists for emphasis. “I think it is! The dreaded tickle monster!”
He scribbled one hand down into Izuku’s belly for emphasis, making his classmate squawk out a laugh.
“Shuhuhut up!” Izuku snorted. “Whohoho is tha–AHHH!” He shrieked in horror as his door slammed open and a real life tickle monster appeared on the other side: a still-revenge-hungry, smirking Kacchan.
“—NONONO WAIT! KAHAHACCHAN? NO! KIHIHIHIRISHIMA! LEMME GOHOHO!” He was cackling madly, not even being tickled yet. He felt his chances of escaping this unscathed fleeting away. “Nohohot thihihihis! Not NOHOHOW! You tricked meheheheHEHEHE!”
“Geeeez, giggles, get it together!” Kirishima teased him, poking one finger out to prod at his side. “Not even tickling you yet.” Izuku flinched away. “Save that laugh!”
“Plehehease!” Izuku gave him his best wide, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. Kirishima remained cold, unphased, and rock solid in where he held him down. “NohohohO DON’T! Don’t come any clohohohoser KahahaHAACCHAN!”
Bakugo’d made his way over to the bed by now. He pressed his knees to the edge of the mattress and looked down, reaching out and starting to make quick work of the socks covering Deku’s feet. “NAHAHA!” Izuku squealed, unable to do anything as his ankles were quickly locked into Kacchan’s arms, whose fingers quickly began scribbling over Deku’s feet where they hung off the end of the bed.
Kirishima relished the sight of Midoriya cracking instantly, not that he wasn’t already laughing in anticipation. It was less a nervous laugh now, though, more deep and desperate, somehow more jubilant, bubbly. He watched him carefully, then when he felt the resisting strength pushing against his hold faltering, he decided to make his move.
Quickly, he shifted both wrists into one hand of his own, pinning them up and off to the side of his head. Midoriya blanched, shaking his head when he realized and beginning to plead anew.
Both of his wrists pinned by Kirishima, both of his ankles pinned by Kacchan–who also now seemed to be in the process of rearranging himself to sit over Izuku’s shins. Waist weighted down beneath Kirishima. Izuku’s insides twisted up in a swirl of conflicting emotion.
“Now, die you nerd!” Bakugo declared menacingly.
Izuku all but wished he could.
Ferocious fingernails scratched up and down his soles, under his toes, along the sides and tops of his feet – they even squeezed up along the backs of his calves. And yet, that wasn’t even the worst of it!
Kirishima took full advantage of the trapped, ticklish torso beneath him. He scratched his nails under each of Izuku’s arms, pinched his ribs and along his sides one at a time. He even scribbled his fingers over Midoriya’s belly and poked around his belly button, enjoying listening to his friend’s frantic screams of laughter. By the time Kirishima made it down to squeeze at Midoriya’s hips, he was barely able to do more than laugh frantically and squirm weakly.
“Hey, go pin those up over his head.” Midoriya heard Bakugo order, and then there was suddenly less pressure on his waist and legs, only to be replaced by weight along the tops of his thighs. Then, his arms were being tugged up.
“Nooooooooooo..” Izuku cried weakly as Kirishima sat over his arms and effectively pinned his upper body, helpless and sensitive, between the two of them.
“Right, now, let’s really get to it.”
“NOHOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHEHEHELP!”
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By the time they were done –or at least, giving him a break for now, as far as he knew– Izuku had lost his voice to laughter. He was hoarse, wheezing for air as he exasperatedly asked for water.
Kirishima got up at once, grabbing him a bottle and helping him sit up a bit to sip on it as he held it to his lips. “Man, I thought you were gonna die for a second there… That was brutal.” Kirishima laughed lightly. “You’ve gotten tougher!”
“Yeah whatever, that’s what he gets.” Bakugo replied, the annoyance in his tone more fond and teasing than truly irritated.
Izuku chuckled hoarsely, laying back against the bed as Kirishima put the water down on the bedside table. He wheezed out his next question carefully. “Thihis.. heh- sihihince there’s twohoho of you… does *hic* this count as- hehe- two times?”
“No, stupid!” Katsuki shot him an angry look, shouting. “This was one time! Three left!”
“Whyhyhyhy not?” Izuku whined weakly.
“Do you wanna go back to four left?” He threatened
“Nohohoohoho…” Midoriya whimpered, covering his face with his hands and shrinking in on himself. “I’m sorryehehehehe…”
“Hey, come on Bakubro, are you trying to say I didn’t count?” Kirishima goaded, bumping Bakugo’s shoulder. “Trapped him here for you… Did a real number on him too, I’d say! You don’t think I helped at all?!”
“What? No, you– we..” Katsuki tightened his lips, thinking for a moment.
Kirishima squeezed Izuku’s arm in support, hoping to help reduce his friend’s ‘sentence’ a little.
“Okay, yeah, whatever. I guess that’s true. You did a good job wrecking his shit, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki conceded with a grumble, complimenting his friend as he went. “This can ..count as two or whatever.”
Izuku’s breathing slowly returned to a semi-normal pace.
Once Izuku was more calmed down and sure to be alright after the surprise attack, the other two got up.
“Keep your eyes out for me, nerd.” Bakugo grumbled, stomping out of the door.
Izuku spoke up softly after he left and they were alone for a moment, giving the other student a thumbs up. “Thanks, Kirishima.”
“Only fair. He gave me one off mine for helping him.” Eijirou winked.
“Wait what–!?”
“–G’night Midoriya!” He finished, quickly shutting the door on his indignant friend. He stepped out into the hall to follow after his grumpy tickle monster of a friend, walking with a smile on his face.
yes, great idea !!! i had been wanting to illustrate a ticklish hero being punished in this anyways ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡ and izuku-kyun is super cute when he is hysterical.
i guess he must have said something that was not deemed in good spirits. poor, ticklish izuku-kun !!! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡
A/N : sorry if there’s any mistakes, the tumblr app is a bitch and i am so tired of using this platform! sorry for the cynicism, just tired. hope you guys enjoy!! i’ve been wanting to write for bkdk forever so this was fun :)
Summary : Bakugou's keeping a secret. Deku is very eager to figure out what exactly he's hiding, and this leads to some...playful antics.
Word Count : 3994
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Deku had put some real thought behind what his and Kacchan’s love language together would be. He felt every relationship had one that stood out above the rest, whether it be words of affirmation and adoration for one another, or simple physical touch that lingered so one could be as close as possible to the other they love.
But if he had to choose a word, just one word to describe the love language he and Kacchan shared together, the answer he finds in his vocabulary sticks out like a sore thumb:
Bickering.
“Kacchan, I already told you there isn’t another day we can go. I’m either babysitting Eri or training with All Might every other day; it has to be Tuesday.”
“Fucking reschedule then, nerd. I’ve got plans on Tuesday, and I know damn well I’m not rescheduling,” Kacchan lounged against Deku’s bed, sprawled lazily as he scrolled through his phone and argued like it was clockwork. Because really, it was.
“I can’t just reschedule, you know that! What’s so important about Tuesday anyway? Got a hot date you care to clue me in on?”
“Oh yeah, super hot. Way outta your league, don’t bother asking,” the smirk on Kacchan’s face made Deku smile at the corners of his mouth before immediately pulling his face back into a pout-like scowl.
“I’m serious, Kacchan, why not Tuesday?”
“Because I said so.”
“Stop being so stubborn.”
“Stop being so annoying.”
“I’m not annoying, I’m persistent.”
“Persistent on annoying the shit out of me.”
Deku sighed frustratedly, finally shutting the laptop on his desk and swiveling the chair around to face his incredibly hard-headed boyfriend, who was still looking at his phone.
He stared at Kacchan for a good moment before the blonde gave in and looked back at him. The blonde kept his eyebrows up and lips pressed, like he was pretending to care about the conversation. He did care, but it’s fun to tease Deku and get him all huffy like he is now.
“Yes, your majesty?”
Deku groaned, but he felt his face getting just slightly warmer at the teasing remark. He said nothing in response, just continuing to stare Kacchan down like his eyes had hidden lie detectors installed in the retinas.
Finally, Kacchan huffed, his face relaxing from the teasing one he held back into that infamous grumpy expression, returning his glare to the phone in his hand, totally uninterested. Totally.
“Look, I’ve got shit to do that day, alright?”
“Like what? Why can’t you tell me what it is?”
“Because I just can’t, okay?! Not a big fucking deal..” Kacchan continued with a mumble of feign annoyance, “You’ll figure out what it is later anyways.”
Ohh. Okay then. So it’s a secret for Deku, not from him. Interesting. Very interesting.
Deku sat in thought, allowing an almost tense silence to fill the room. His glare remained aimed at Kacchan, finger curled against his chin that tilted down as he pondered. It was an expression Deku wore quite often when thinking. Every couple of seconds Kacchan spared him a glance, before clicking his tongue like he was irritated at the cogs turning in Deku’s head.
Finally, Deku stood, sauntering over to the bed innocently enough. He peeked down at Kacchan with a sweet smile, the blonde finally peering above his phone and grimacing at the look.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” He grumbled.
“So what’s this about Tuesday?”
“Oh my god are you still on that shit? I said you’ll find out soon enough so just drop it-- hey-! Gah whAt the-! S-stop, dohon’t you-- shihit stop!”
That was another thing Deku could probably count as one of their love languages: tickling. Whether to settle a dumb argument, win against the other in a spar, or just to hear some cute giggles whenever they felt in the mood, somehow tickling was always brought back up in their relationship like they were rekindling the childhood they fucked up for each other.
Neither one of them minded it. In fact, they both thoroughly enjoyed the activity when it was with one another. But one was definitely more keen on admitting that fact than the other would ever dare.
Deku’s smile was innocent and sweet; the fingers curling into Kacchan’s lower ribs, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves that left his boyfriend near thrashing through choked-back laughs, were much less so.
Kacchan growled through restrained giggles, trying hard to fight back against the silly sensations that forced his body to curl around his evil boyfriend’s fingers and his belly to bounce in giggles so unlike him.
“Q-quihit! I swear I’ll- gggrraahaha nohoho!” His feet kicked out against the mattress, ruining the well-made comforter just so he could relieve himself from all the pent-up ticklish energy coursing through him. He tried pushing away Deku’s hands, but even when he managed to move them away from one spot, like his belly, they always found another that somehow felt more ticklish than the last, like his fucking ribs. “I swehehear! GAhaAHAHahah Deheheku!”
“You swear what? Sorry, I can’t understand you, you’ll what now? Hm? What are you gonna do, Kacchan?” Deku teased, delighting in the squeal and curses against his life he got in return. “Oh, I know what you’ll do! How about you tell me what you’re gonna be up to on Tuesday? Hm? How’s that sound, Kacchan?”
The blonde just shook his head defiantly, if not to also hide his flushed face in his pillow as much as he could.
Why did he always feel like this every time that nerd tickled him. It was so fucking stupid, immature as anything. Tickling isn’t that bad, it shouldn’t take much for Bakugou to fight back and claim victory like he did with everything else.
If it was anyone else tickling him, he’d still be holding back well by now. Sure, it’d probably tickle just the same, maybe less. But he’d be able to hold off his laughter, fight back harder, do fucking anything other than curling up into a squirming ball of growling giggles and just let it happen—like he was doing right now.
There was just something about the way Deku in particular tickled him that always made his face flame, made his brain short-circuit into nothing more than giddy mush. It just felt different. More intimate, maybe. Deku knows the ins and outs of Bakugou’s entire being, has analyzed him since the day they met, and yet still somehow the bastard manages to find out new things about him nearly every day. Deku knows exactly how to tickle him, and this makes him vulnerable. That knowledge makes the fingers squishing into his belly tickle just so much worse than they would with anyone else.
Bakugou can't stand it. He can't take it.
And yet he fucking does.
“C’mooooon Kacchan! I know you wanna tell me! Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me-”
“STOHOHOPP! You ahahasshohole! Fuhuhuck ahahaha-!” Bakugou was going to die like this. Face red like a cherry, squirming away from his boyfriend’s fingers that always found a new spot to torment no matter his struggle, those stupid fucking butterflies filling his belly and making him feel all—
NO. No. He doesn’t like this. This is torture, an interrogation tactic—and a childish one at that. He is fine, he will persevere, he can fucking handle a little-
“WAHAHAIT NOHOhohoho! Nononohohoho you fuhuhucker!” Through his struggle Deku managed to sit on his waist, pinning his body to the bed and leaving him even more helpless than before. He even zeroed in on that disgustingly ticklish spot on his upper ribs, the one he just loved to remind Kacchan of endlessly. The blonde glued his elbows to his sides like it would do anything but trap Deku’s stupid skilled fingers to that one horribly ticklish spot.
Bakugou tried spitting curses at Deku through his cackles, but the words always dissolved into hysterical giggles that that green-headed fucker just chuckled at in response.
“You’re so cuuuute! It tickles, doesn’t it? Does it tickle? Does thiiiis tickle?” Deku pinched faster at that dastardly little spot, Kacchan throwing his head back in giggly anguish. The blonde shook his head yet again, squeezing his eyes shut tight so he didn’t have to look at that sickly sweet expression on his evil tormentor's face.
“Yohohou-! You cahahan’t! You cahahan’t juuhust-!” He yet again lost his words to wheezes and unstoppable giggles, kicking hard against the mattress in flustered frustration.
“I can’t? Oh, but I can! I can do whatever I want, Kacchan, and you can’t do anything about it. All you have to do is tell me what you’re gonna be up to on our date night and then I might let you go!”
Bakugou gave him a wide-eyed intimidation stare, though the effect was lost on his cackling smile and scrunched-up nose. “Mihihight!?”
“Well yeah, I love your laugh~! I only get to hear it so often cause you’re this ticklish,” Deku chuckled, now poking sporadically all over his boyfriend's sensitive ribs and making the blonde throw his head back in a giggle fit. “Tickling you is just so fun, Kacchan, you know it’s hard for me to stop sometimes,” he stated it like a clear fact Bakugou should already be aware of. Even worse is that Bakugou was indeed very aware of how much fun Deku found tickling him to be, and it made his body feel torn between squirming away from him entirely to escape that horribly funny feeling, and just sitting perfectly still (or, at least, as still as one could be while being tickled) and letting his mean boyfriend have his fun. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Deku is having his fun by torturing the living daylights out of him, but Bakugou’s come to find such a soft spot in himself for that little fucker, one that wants to let him do whatever he wants just to make the boy happy— unluckily for him, this soft spot just happens to be insanely fucking ticklish, and Deku has all intentions to exploit the hell out of it.
“I don’t cahahare! It’s nohohot—! Ahahaha shihit—!” Kacchan wheezed, fists gripping onto Dekus wrists like a lifeline. He pushed, he shoved, made a whole show about trying to get away.
And yet? There he lies; still giggling, still tickled.
Deku chuckled, giving sweet pinches to Kacchans hips and thriving in the loud, giggly whine his action brought. “You can’t even talk now~,” he keened, bringing his face so fucking close to Bakugou’s own that the blonde was almost worried he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off his flushed face. “I’ve got youuuu~!”
Bakugou wailed through a desperate cackle. He hated that, the stupid teasy shit Deku always pulled when he had him like this. It was so mean, made him feel so damn vulnerable, why the hell is his heart pounding so fucking hard.
“Nohoho! Nononohoho—!” It was all he could say, his only counter to Deku’s malicious attack. He can’t give in though, can’t let that bastard get what he wants out of him. He has to stay strong.
“No? Aww, but why? I just wanna know about your fun little plans!” Deku scribbled up Kacchan’s sides, his fingers walking a dark path back up to the blonde’s worst spot. Kacchan jerked to the side, held his arms so tight against himself while still trying to maintain the grasp he had against his boyfriend’s weapons of mass destruction. He knew it was no use, they’d played this game so many times by now he knew his fate was sealed, but he had to try damnit.
“I wohohon’t! It’s a fuhucking secrehehet you bihihitch!”
“Always so rude to me, Kacchan. What did I ever do to you, huh?” Deku said with an all-knowing grin, tilting his head like an innocent and curious puppy. That mean fucking bastard.
“Thihihis!! You’re fuhuhcking evihihil—!” Bakugou was having a hard time breathing now, his only source of oxygen being through hysterical giggling. Deku sighed with a tut, removing his fingers from the dip of Kacchans hips and placing them on his chest. He pressed down firmly, like to assert they were not yet finished here. Bakugou groaned through the giggly breaths he took thanks to his little break.
“I’m not evil, Kacchan. I’m persistent,” Deku smiled at his boyfriend's scoff. “We can be done here, y'know. No more tickling if you just tell me.”
Bakugou glared up at Deku, finally willing down his blush so he could actually assert himself here.
“I don’t care about the tickling. I’m not fucking talking. It’s not for you to know, not yet at least,” He smirked, placing a hand over the ones pressed against his chest. “Can’t keep your hands off me long, huh?”
Deku pouted, mad that Kacchan was trying to dominate the situation again like he always does. But no, no he’s not in charge here, not yet at least. Deku still has some answers he’s looking for.
“At least tell me why you can’t tell me.”
Bakugou blinked. He glared at Deku with an incredulous look, one that said “you’re fucking joking, right?”, and when he saw that look of pure seriousness on his boyfriends face, he just couldn’t help it. Bakugou slammed a hand over his mouth as he cackled at his boyfriend’s way with words.
He laughed through a muffled palm, “You’re so fuhucking stupihid!” Bakugou cackled, his free hand squeezing Deku’s on his chest to assure his words were lighthearted. “‘Tell me why you can’t tell me—,’ that’s fucking telling you, you dumbass!”
Deku scowled at his boyfriend's hysterics, much less amused by this form of laughter than the kind he brought out himself.
“I’m serious! Why can’t you tell me?”
“I did tell you, it’s a secret.”
“But what kind of secret? A gift? A party? Be more specific.”
“No, cause then you’ll fucking figure it out, you dunce.”
Deku dropped his face. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”
“I’m not asking for shit! If I’m asking you anything it’s that you leave it fucking be.”
“But Kachaaaaan…”
Oh there he goes, whining and pulling that stupid puppy dog look again. That adorable little idiot just always gets what he wants, it’s not fucking fair. But not this time, oh no. Bakugou stayed strong, holding his own, refusing to give the little manipulator what he wants. Because if he did, it would ruin the fucking surprise.
Deku’s birthday is next month, he’s turning the big one-eight. Bakugou had been preparing his present for weeks now, counting down the days and scheduling the purchase perfectly so nothing could go wrong. But, the only day he could line up to buy the limited-edition All Might plush that had been recalled when they were kids for whatever reason, was Tuesday.
Deku had one when they were little, but through a tussle between the two boys (one that Bakugou knows he started and to this day feels terrible over), it had been torn and ruined in the mud of their local playground. Deku’s mom had tried everything to fix it before eventually just trying to buy a new one, but again, the damn thing had been fucking recalled, so it was nowhere.
Bakugou still has memories of Deku bawling his eyes out over the thing, sleepless nights from not being able to cuddle his favorite plush like a security blanket. Bakugou feels, and even back then felt, fucking horrible over it.
So, when he found one for sale online a few months ago, one that was in mint-fucking-condition, he knew that was it. That plushie was exactly what Deku would get from him on his birthday into adulthood.
Thing was, buying the damn thing was looking to be a real fucking inconvenience at the moment. He was able to talk to the seller, get to a nice price they were both happy with (well, happy was an overstatement; how in the hell could a stuffed doll be so fucking expensive?!), and agree on a time to meet up and exchange. But it had to be Tuesday. This Tuesday. No other day, the seller told him, cause if he was late he’d give it to the next seller who was just as eager to buy.
And so, here he lies, entirely unwilling to fess up with an actual monster on his waist trying it’s damndest to get him to talk. But Deku had his fun, Bakugou at least gave him that. Now he thinks it’s about time a certain monster learned what the consequences of pestering his very nice and loving boyfriend are.
“Quit your whining, idiot,” Bakugou grinned before quickly gripping at Deku’s waist, careful not to tickle yet, but enough to make sure the boy knew it was a threat. “You think you’re just gonna get away with that little stunt?”
Deku gasped with a wobbly smile, his hands shooting to Kacchan’s wrists with an all-too-excited pleading look. “N-no, I just--”
“You just what? Just thought you could tickle all the answers out of me like it’s easy? Ohoho, I’ll show you what’s really easy--” Bakugou chuckled before delivering quick yet gentle squeezes to Deku’s hips, the boy already folding forward in embarrassed, giggly huffs, his head shaking ‘no’ all the while. “--What’s easy is making you fall apart right at the seams, you ticklish idiot.”
In one quick move, Bakugou had their positions flipped, Deku on his back with his legs wrapped around Bakugou’s waist and the blonde’s fingers pinching quick and mercilessly right at that little spot he knows Deku just can’t stand.
Deku squealed and shrieked through giggles, legs kicking beside his boyfriend’s waist and hands pushing not hard enough at Bakugou’s wrists. His hair was already tussled from shaking his head, face flushed and scrunched in ticklish anguish.
“Ahahaha!! Nohot fahahair!” He whined through his cackles, body twisting with a giggly shout when one hand moved to pinch up and down his right side.
“Oh, it’s not so fair when it’s you getting the tickle punishment then, is it? My my, what double standards you have there, Deku,” Bakugou couldn’t help the wide grin on his face. Seeing Deku like this is just always too damn cute. He looks a mess in the best way possible, shrieking pleas and apologies through hysterical giggles. Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m sohohorryyy!! I wahas just--AH! AHAHahaha juhuhust chuhurious! Kahachhaan plehehease-!” Deku pleaded, trying to look his boyfriend in the eye but failing miserably when the tickling just made his eyes scrunch right back up in laughter.
“Yeah well curiosity sure killed the cat here, didn’t it?” Bakugou moved his hands to pinch at the thighs so readily available to him next to his own sides, leaving Deku to arch off the bed with a loud, desperate squeal. He tried slapping at Bakugou's hands, now too far away to get a firm grip on them, but his fight was futile. Deku was sentenced to a tickled silly death. He wrapped his arms around his torso and cackled helplessly, squirming around like it would do a thing.
“You givin’ up? Just gonna sit there and let me tickle you silly, Deku? You’re fuckin’ hopeless,” Bakugou chuckled, delighted in the blush Deku now tried to cover up with his right hand. “Do you apologize for being a pest?”
“YEHEHES! I’m sohohorryy! So sohohorry, Kachahahaha--! Ahahaha nohoho-! Pleheheehehe-!”
“Yeah, I didn’t quite catch that,” Bakugou brought his face down towards Deku’s own, the boy’s cackles so loud it almost hurt his ears. He grinned maliciously, “Can’t really understand you when, y’know, you can’t even talk~,” Oh how he loved to use Deku’s own words against him. It always made him scream so deliciously.
Hm. Bakugou was quite close to Deku’s face at the moment. His cute, red, smiley little face. Bakugou’s eyes scanned down from the boy’s cheeks, to jaw, to neck. Hm. Hmm.
Bakugou switched up his tickle tactic just a tad, from digging into Deku’s thighs to just tickling softly over the skin (much thanks to the boy’s athletic shorts he always wore for comfort). At this, Deku kicked hard against the sheets, letting out a half-screech half-whine through his bubbly giggles. Bakugou grinned at the change of pace before dipping down right into the crook of Deku’s neck and nibbling.
Deku screamed. His hands pushed against Bakugou’s hair, not enough to pull but enough to make it a mess. Bakugou growled into his neck at that, making him squeak so preciously.
“Little stuck, huh?”
“Nohohoho! Nohoho yohohou-! Thihhiss ihihis-! AHAHAHA-!! Tihihickles!” His voice was so high-pitched now, the tickling at his neck making it impossible to lower it for his own dignity.
“Yeah? Tickles?” Bakugou whispered right into the shell of Deku’s ear, the tickled boy shaking his head with a squeal like it would do anything but make Kacchan’s hair tickle at his nose.
“Okahahahay! Okahahay, Kachahahan!” he shoved at Bakugou’s shoulders while his own bounced in giggly mirth. He knew his face had to be bright red at this point, he could feel the heat spreading everywhere, god he felt so warm. Kacchan’s face, his lips, against his neck and ears were too much, too vulnerable, too ticklish. The way his chapped lips grazed the skin as his teeth worked oh-too gently to nibble away at every fiber of his sanity was making him lose his mind. Not to mention he was still tickling his fucking thighs. Kacchan rarely tickled him so gently, it was so out of character for the boy, and yet here he was, tearing Deku apart by the seams just like he said he would with the softest and meanest of tickles Deku could’ve ever imagined.
“You sorry yet~?” Bakugou whispered yet again, smiling into the skin when he heard Deku’s laughter start going silent, every few seconds a wheeze or hysterical giggle slipping its way through before delving right back into silent delirium.
Finally, Deku got the breath to barely giggle out, “Y-yehehes! S-sohohorry! Kahahahahaha-!”
With a kiss at the shell of Deku’s red little ear (oh it was so warm, how delightful), Bakugou pulled away, the boy left panting through giggles on his lap. Fuck, he looks so cute like that. Bright pink and wrecked, breathing hard while still unable to control the titters of leftover sensations crawling over his neck and thighs.
Deku seemed to have forgotten what this was all about, just looking up at Kacchan and throwing his arms over his face with embarrassed giggles. Bakugou chuckled, giving a slap to the side of Deku’s thigh and making him squeak.
“You’re gonna love it, though. Even if I can’t tell you what it is, I’ll at least let your nosy ass know it’s something good,” Bakugou gave a small smile, eyes hooded in adoration.
Deku brought his arms down to his chest so he could look properly at his boyfriend, smiling wide when he saw how Kacchan was looking at him.
“Hope it was worth it,” he giggled before propping himself up and puckering his lips out for Kacchan to take the chance. Bakugou just rolled his eyes fondly before giving in and kissing his boyfriend softly, hand on his cheek.
A month passed, and Deku did indeed adore his gift. Tears were shed (all on Deku’s part of course, Bakugou just chuckled at his boyfriend’s sensitivity like he always did), and that night Deku had two things he could cuddle and snuggle himself to sleep with.
Maybe they had three love languages, Deku thought as he drifted off, cuddled against the soft plush he forgot he missed so much and the warm arms wrapped protectively around his waist. Bickering, check. Tickling, double check. Gift-giving? Most definitely a triple check in Deku’s books. He gave the plush a tight squeeze as he finally dozed off with a smile.
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A/N : i hope yall enjoyed! it's currently 4:30am and i've got class in the morning and work in the afternoon so i should rlly get to sleep lmaoo. this jsut took way longer to post thanks to tumblr dot com being the worst platform in the world! hope yall have a great day, love u guys!! <;33
Here's the other commission! I get a lot of requests for MHA but I've never seen it so I had no reason to draw it 😅 But the lovely @scrumptiouslyholypatrol commissioned some MHA tickles so hope you all enjoy! And make sure you say thank you to him!
Hi, I'm Zari, ask to message, sfw only, and I'm a minor, so stay away adults >:/, I will be doing tickle fics for fnaf, Mha and other random stuff. Please don't hate.
Characters that I will be mainly using.
FNAF
1. Michael Afton
2. CC Afton
3. Golden Freddy
4. William Afton
5. Moondrop
6. Sundrop
7. Gregory
8. Glamrock Freddy
MHA
1. Izuku
2. Bakugo
3. Kiri
4. Denki
5. Mr. Aziawa
6. All Might
7. Presient Mic
8. Hawks
DSMP
1. Dream
2. George
3. Sapnap
4. Karl
5. Ranboo
6. Tommy
7. Philza
8. Technoblade
That's all for now everyone please leave no hate. This is my first post.
