All I Wanna Do, Is See You Turn Into, A Giant Woman, A Giant Women! All I Wanna Be, Is Someone Who Gets

All I wanna do, is see you turn into, a giant woman, a giant women! All I wanna be, is someone who gets to see, a giant woman.

Mha ah where everything the same but Tokoyami is big bird from Sesame Street

Bakugous nick name “giggle bug” is adorable!

heyyy!! so excited ur taking requests haha. could you do an ice cream kiribaku fic where bakugou has been acting grumpier than usual for days and when kirishima confronts him abt it, bakugou gets embarrassed cause it’s actually bc he’s wanting kiri to tickle him? love all of the fics you post btw, ur an amazing writer and i cannot wait to see what you come up with!! <33 🍡🍦-ticklishscumbag <3

Tickle-Starved

Bakugou really wants some fun, goofy, tickly attention from his boyfriend, but Kirishima just isn’t getting the hint. Cue extra grumpy Bakugou and confused Kiri.

Ler! Kirishima

Lee! Bakugou

Length: 🍨

Spirnkles/Ships 🍬: KiriBaku

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy! And thank you! And I adore your fics as well! ^.^ ❤️ You're so sweet! ❤️ @ticklishscumbag (Do I tag u on this blog? Or no? Lol xD)

T/W: Slight angst. (I'm soooorry it was necessary)

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Of all the things Katsuki Bakugou expected to find in high school, a boyfriend wasn’t one of them. The redhead hadn’t seemed like anything special at first, so Bakugou did his usual ribbing and teasing, particularly making fun of his ridiculous red hair.

And to his surprise, the guy teased him right back and did a good job of it too. Kirishima didn’t seem to be afraid or intimidated by him like some of the others were. He spoke his mind, always backed him up in battle, and respected him a lot. As time went by, Bakugou started viewing him as an equal, and later…a friend.

Something that stood out from the beginning was just how well Kirishima listened. He always heard people out, and he listened intentionally instead of always interrupting or playing “I talk, you talk,”. He never dismissed anyone’s feelings and made sure they were able to say what they needed before he spoke. He was always there for other people, to be a good friend and a listening ear.

With that reputation, it was no wonder Bakugou was frustrated. He’d been communicating loud and clear, but his dunce of a boyfriend had no clue.

He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen in love, but it had been slow and deep. Kirishima, both before and after they started dating, was one of the few people he allowed to make serious physical contact with him. In fact it had taken a lot of time and effort on Kirishima’s part to get Bakugou to be as cuddly as he was now. Granted, he wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, but the occasional hand-holding or chaste kisses were fine. Beyond that, when they were alone, Bakugou was extremely cuddly. Hugs, kisses, you name it, he did it, he wanted it. And Kirishima, who was naturally physically affectionate, was more than happy to oblige, especially when he found out that just like him, Bakugou liked being tickled.

After an embarrassing, slightly awkward start, the two found their tickling groove and it soon became a normal occurrence between them. Most of the time, it was Kirishima who’d be in the mood for tickles. Bakugou never had to ask because the redhead always seemed to know what he wanted when he wanted, and that included tickles.

But for some reason, Kirishima wasn’t getting the message.

Bakugou wanted tickles. And he wanted them now.

And if there was one thing everyone knew about Bakugou, it was that he didn’t like to wait.

It had started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when they’d woken up from their nap.

“Kats…Kats, come on. We gotta get up,” Kirishima said. He yawned.

Bakugou groaned and snuggled deeper into his chest. “Why?”

“Because if we sleep all afternoon, we won’t sleep tonight.”

“Hmph.”

Kirishima smirked and danced his fingers up his side. “Come on, now. Get up.”

Bakugou giggled sleepily. “Fine. But gimme a kiss first.”

Kirishima did, then pulled away and gagged.

“What?”

“You need a mint.”

“Shut up.”

The next day seemed longer than usual, and training was especially hard. That evening, Bakugou wanted nothing more than some cuddles and tickly affection from his man. But apparently, his man was busy.

“Hey, Bakugou! We’re having a tournament! Come join us!” Kaminari said.

“Fine. Prepare to lose, extras.”

“That’s the spirit!”

During his match with Kirishima, Bakugou sneakily poked him in the side a few times, making him flinch.

“Nice try, but you’re not gonna distract me!” Kirishima said. “I’m so gonna get you for that!”

But after their race, nothing happened.

The next day, Bakugou tried the poking thing again, but multiple times during the day. Even during class, anything to get him to turn around and promise to get him back later. The most he got was a slight scowl for his efforts and a hushed whine to leave him alone.

‘God damn it…what’s a guy gotta do to get some fucking tickles around here?’

Wednesday, he tried teasing.

“Way to go, shitty hair.”

“Even dunce face could have done better than that.”

“Oh yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?”

“Hate to break it to you, red, but that is not manly.”

That last one usually triggered a tickle fight, but this time it didn’t. For every joke, mean or playful mean, Kirishima always responded with an equally mean or playfully mean response when he wasn’t telling him to calm down, be quiet, or stop being so rude.

That night, Bakugou tried his last resort. After they’d finished studying in his room, Bakugou grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss, tickling him all the while. Kirishima just giggled and kissed him back, pulling away for breath when he needed it. Again, no response. Not even a little tickle up his side or on his neck. Nothing.

Frustrated, Bakugou shoved him away and almost kicked him out the door, then slammed it shut.

Kirishima stared at the door in confusion. ‘What did I do?’ he wondered.

For the next few days, everyone in the dorm walked on eggshells around Bakugou, who seemed angrier than usual, especially at Kirishima.

When he wasn’t shouting extremely mean insults at his classmates, it was all death glares and silence.

“Geez, what happened between you two?” Kaminari asked as he, Sero, Mina, and Kirishima were playing cards in the common room that Saturday.

“Yeah,” Sero said. “That must have been one hell of a lover’s spat.”

Mina put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. “Are you alright?” she asked.

The redhead sighed. “No, not really. I don’t know what I did to upset him. And he’s usually really good at communicating with me. Maybe not everyone else, but he’s always honest with me.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“Yeah, but he won’t budge. I just…I just don’t get it.”

Mina frowned. “Well, if he’s having this much trouble talking to you, his bae, about this, it must be a big deal.”

“Please never refer to him as my bae again. But yeah. I gotta figure out some way to get him to talk to me.”

Sero gasped. “Oh, I know! Tomorrow’s Sunday, right?”

“Right.”

“Then make it a day for him! Butter him up with all of his favorite things, make him breakfast in bed, stuff like that!”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!”

“Yeah! And don’t forget the making out!” Kaminari teased, making kissy noises, only for Sero to throw a bag of gummy bears at him. “Ow!”

Mina giggled at their antics and then turned to Kirishima. She grabbed his hands and locked eyes with him. “Do whatever you need to get him talking, but after he tells you, don’t forget to scold him for giving you the silent treatment. That kind of behavior is immature, toxic, and hurtful. If whatever is bothering him is a serious personal loss or something that he doesn’t even feel comfortable telling you about, then he needs to know that he at least has to clarify so you don’t get depressed wondering if it’s your fault.”

Kirishima nodded. “I don’t think it’s anything that serious, but thanks,” he said.

“Well, whether it is or isn’t doesn’t matter. Communication is huge, especially when you’re dating. Besides, we all love Blasty, but we know he’s got some bad habits that you broke him out of, that would be very easy to fall back into, you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Thanks, Mina. You guys are the best.”

Mina brightened and gave him an excited grin, breaking the serious mood that had settled over the room. “So, what are you gonna do tomorrow? We can help you plan!”

“Sounds great! Okay, first, I’ll use Sero’s idea of breakfast in bed, and then…”

They spent the next half hour planning, and that night, Kirishima stared up at his ceiling, hoping, praying that this day would fix everything.

Bakugou woke up at ten o’clock the next morning, but instead of his alarm (which was set to ten-thirty), someone was knocking on his door. ‘Who the hell would bother me on a Sunday?’he wondered. “Go away!” he snapped.

“Bakugou, it’s me.”

“Fine…come in.”

“My hands are full. Can you open the door for me?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

Bakugou got up and opened the door, his grumpy expression turning to one of mild surprise when he saw Kirishima standing there with a tray of his favorite breakfast and a big, dopey grin on his face.

“Surprise!” he said as he walked in. “Get back in bed!”

“Why?”

“Cause if you don’t it won’t be breakfast in bed!”

Bakugou sighed, shut the door, and got back into bed. Kirishima just sat there on his phone while he ate, letting his man fully wake up with caffeine, protein, and carbs.

“Thank you,” Bakugou said.

Kirishima beamed. “You’re welcome! I’m so glad you’re finally talking to me again! I’ve missed you a lot,” he said.

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dumbass.”

Kirishima took his hand and kissed it. “You know what I mean. Speaking of which, can we talk? You’ve been off the past few days,” he said.

Bakugou shrugged.

“Alright, well, we have more things to do anyway. We can talk a little later. Hurry up and get dressed.”

“Huh? Why? Is there an outing I didn’t know about or something?”

“Nope! I just planned a special day for us! Come on!”

Kirishima wasn’t kidding. He took Bakugou rollerblading on the boardwalk at the beach (though Aizawa, Yamada, and a few other classmates had come along too), and then he’d treated him to his favorite picnic lunch and ice cream as they sat on the shore with their feet in the water.

Then, Kirishima had taken him to see the premiere of the action movie he’d really been looking forward to and had even stopped by the mall to buy him some pro hero merch he’d been wanting. When they got back to the dorms, he and the squad played all his favorite board games with him.

Bakugou was having a wonderful day, completely blown away and flattered that his boyfriend would do all of this for him. He’d even made him his favorite dinner too! That evening, as the sun was setting, the two headed back to Bakugou’s room, and suddenly, the mood changed.

“Today was ama—”

“Now will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“I would have done this for you any other day, but I did it today because I wanted to get you in a good mood. Then maybe you’d tell me what’s been bugging you. Is it something I did?”

Bakugou slowly sank to the floor as the realization hit him.

Kirishima had planned an entire day, just for him.

Filled with all of his favorite things.

He’d jumped through hoops.

Just so he’d communicatewith him.

Kirishima sat next to him as he covered his face with his hands, his ears turning red in shame. “Hey, what’s this?” he asked gently. “Talk to me. Please,” he said, gently removing his hands from his face.

Bakugou sighed. “I…I feel like shit.”

“Are you sick? Do you need me to get you some medicine?”

“No. It’s not that. I’ve been an idiot this whole week. I should have said something.”

“Yeah, that would have helped. So, tell me, did I do something?”

Bakugou huffed and kept his eyes on the ground. “Not directly.”

“Alright. Then what did I do indirectly?”

Bakugou blushed, his entire face turning red. “I can’t say it.”

“You’re gonna have to.”

“I…I wanted you to…to…”

“To what?”

“Ugh…t-tickle me.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s what this was about? You just wanted me to tickle you?” he asked.

“Okay, fine! Yes! Damn it…” Bakugou grumbled, folding his arms. “I knew you’d think it was stupid.”

“Well, that was a blatant lie. We both like it, and you know that. What I think is stupid, is how you handled it. Giving me the silent treatment like that was not okay. I didn’t appreciate that, or you lashing out at me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I fucking tried! I poked you, I teased you, all those little things were me trying to tell you!”

“Why didn’t you just say something since I wasn’t getting the hint?”

“Because it’s fucking embarrassing! And I’ve never had to ask you before!”

Kirishima blinked a few times. “Wait, what?”

Bakugou sighed. “Think about it. You’ve always done it to me first, and I’ve never had to ask for it. Not even once. You always knew. Either that or you have scary good timing. And this time, no matter what I did, you weren’t getting the message.”

“Oh. Well, that does explain why you were that mad.”

“Yeah…”

The redhead folded his arms and looked at him, a hurt expression on his face. “Even if it is embarrassing, you still need to communicate with me. And I might be able to read you sometimes, I’m not actually a mind reader,” he said quietly.

Bakugou met his gaze. “I’m…sorry. I should have said something. I shouldn’t have lashed out or given you the silent treatment…” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened with worry as he saw tears gathering in the corners of his boyfriend’s eyes. He blinked a few times and wiped away his tears frustratedly.

“Stupid fucking emotions…” he mumbled. “Forgive me?”

Kirishima pulled him into a hug, his brow furrowing with sadness as he felt Bakugou start to cry a little.

“Of course, I forgive you. Why the tears? Hmm?”

“Because I hurt you, and then you did all this nice shit for me just so I’d fucking communicate and tell you what’s wrong. It’s not fair. You’re supposed to be mean back.”

“But I love you. I don’t wanna be mean back.”

“I love you too. Sorry for being a dick.”

“I already forgave you. It’s forgiven and forgotten. You don’t need to apologize anymore,” Kirishima said. He kissed his hair. “We’re all good.”

Bakugou sniffled pitifully.

“Aw. You’re breaking my heart, babe. Come on, let’s get in bed so we can do some real cuddling.”

Once they were under the covers, Bakugou snuggled up against him as closely as he could, still frustrated at his tears that wouldn’t go away. He vaguely wondered if he’d ever be able to quit breaking down when people showed him that they genuinely loved him, even though he’d treated them terribly.

“There, that’s much better.”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“There we go. Theeeere we go. Keep taking deep breaths.”

“Kiri…”

“Aw, Kats. It’s okay. We’re okay, I promise. And hey, you know what? I love you.”

“Love you too…”

Kirishima pulled away and gasped dramatically. “Well, that’s good! You had no idea! I was soworried, so distraught!” he said, clutching his forehead. “What a relief! I don’t know what I’d do without your love! I’d probably shrivel up and die! But today is not that day!”

Bakugou smirked. “Be quiet,” he mumbled.

“Never,” Kirishima said, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, for the most part.”

“Well, I’ve got something else that’ll make you feel all better, not just mostly. Something you’ve been wanting alllll week long. Do you still want it?”

Bakugou blushed slightly and coughed out a small, “Yeah.” That was hardly audible, but Kirishima had caught it.

He threw the blankets off of them, then gave him a sweet kiss before straddling him.

Bakugou allowed a full smile to spread across his face as the lightest of tickles danced up and down his sides. ‘Finally,’ he thought.

Kirishima grinned back at him and added a bit more pressure, making his flustered boyfriend descend into waves of giggles.

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Your giggles are so cute!”

“Are nahahahahahahat!”

Kirishima clawed at his belly. “Are you suuuuuure?”

“Yehehehehehehehes! Ack! Ehehehehehehehe!” Bakugou squirmed and settled for grabbing onto his hair as his belly button was mercilessly tickled. Well, as much as it could be. Kirishima’s finger was a little big for the tickle pocket, but he got the job done.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou gasped and belted out loud laughter as he was surprised with thigh tickles and squeezes. The slight pressure on his thigh muscles tickling him to his very core. And the teasing only made it worse.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle! Who’s my ticklish cutie? Who’s my ticklish cutie?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHUT UP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You are! Yes! You! Are!” Kirishima said, punctuating each word with a playful squeeze. “Oh, how nice of you to keep your arms up for me!” he said, tickling his way up his sides, ribs, and right into his armpits. “Let me give you a break.”

Bakugou clamped his arms down, grinning widely as he let out growly chuckles through his teeth, trying to suppress his laughter.

“Nuh-uh! Oh no you don’t! Gimme that laugh!” Kirishima said, wiggling his trapped fingers with more vigor and digging them into the skin as much as he could. “Gimme that laugh!”

“TCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” Bakugou’s eyes lit up when he met Kirishima’s gaze, who slowed down but kept him giggling.

“Hehe. Hi.”

“Hehehehehehehey!”

“Hmm, you know what?”

“Whahahahahat?”

“I’m gettin’ kinda hungry. I could sure use something to munch on.”

Bakugou blushed deepened for a moment.

“But I gotta search for it first!”

And with that Kirishima removed his hands from under his arms and started tickling all over his torso.

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Haha, yes! I told you, I’m feelin’ snacky.”

Tickling fingers scribbled all over his stomach and scratched in between each of his ribs. They kneaded his sides and poked at his belly button.

Bakugou was a puddle of giggles at this point.

“Gehehehehehehehet ohohohohon with it! Ahahahaha!”

Kirishima smirked, lifted his shirt, and gasped. “Oh my gosh! There it is! The perfect monch!” he cried. He lay down next to Bakugou’s stomach and then promptly started nibbling on it.

“Om nom nom nom nom nom!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Monch, monch, monch, monch, monch!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! LEHEHEHEAVE IT ALOHOHOHONE!” Bakugou begged, cackling madly and enjoying every second of it.

Kirishima gave him a loud smooch right on his belly button, grinning at Bakugou’s shriek. He reached back and gave his thigh a few more squeezes before stopping and sitting next to him.

Bakugou lay there, panting and giggling constantly.

“Ehehehehehehe!”

“Look at you, all blushy and giggly. You’re so cuuuute.”

Bakugou looked up at him, rosy-cheeked, sparkling eyes and a big tickle-induced grin on his face. He sat up and gave Kirishima a bear hug.

“Aw, big hugs! Biiiiig hugs! Big hugs from Bakugou!” Kirishima sang, hugging back tightly.

“Shut it, you big goofball.”

“I will when you will, giggle bug.”

The two broke the embrace, chuckling. They settled into a comfortable position, leaning against each other with their backs against the wall.

“Hey, how about a word?” Kirishima asked. “Like, if one of us wants to be tickled, and the other one isn’t getting the picture, we text or say a certain word!”

“So, like, the opposite of a safe word?”

“Yeah! Safe words are red lights, and this word will be our green light! And since it’s just a word, it won’t be embarrassing to say or text!”

“Okay, not a bad idea. Pretty good considering all the red hair die that’s seeped into your brain.”

“Heeeeey.”

“Kidding.”

“I know. Heh. Alright, so, what’s our word?”

“It’s gotta be something that isn’t common.”

“Oh, I know! Acorn!”

“Acorn?”

“Yeah! Remember how when we first started dating, you gave me an acorn and said I was one tough nut?” Kirishima asked excitedly.

Bakugou grinned. “Ohohoh no,” he said with a chuckle. “I remember that. Heh. Me trying and failing to be cute.”

“Hey, you didn’t fail! I thought it was super cute! And I still have the acorn too!”

“You’re so sentimental, it’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I don’t hear you complaining about it.”

“Shut up.”

“So, that’s our word then?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. Acorn it is.”

Kirishima reached over and cupped Bakugou’s cheek, nuzzling his nose against his in a tiny Eskimo kiss before giving him a small, sweet peck on the lips.

Bakugou smiled shyly and kissed his hand, holding it against his face for a moment before he pulled him in close and their lips met once again, and didn’t part for a solid ten minutes.

Later that evening, as they sat curled up in his bed, reading, Bakugou glanced at Kirishima, adoring his focused look as he seemed to be reading an intense part of the story. His heart beat a little faster as he felt a rush of affection for him.

“Hey, shitty hair,”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Kirishima’s face lit up. “I love you too!”

“I know, I know. Be quiet, you sap,” Bakugou teased.

Kirishima rolled his eyes fondly, then grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Never.”

“Good.”

Headcanon that Kirishima has rapid fire sneezes

It’s his less successful and more of an asshole cousin.

They really thought they could put sonic's villain dr eggman and we wouldn't notice 🙄

I couldn’t help myself.

Mha ah where everything the same but Tokoyami is big bird from Sesame Street