#Tickling Plus Ultra

[ninsletamain]

Fluffbruary Day 6: tie | embarrassment | dessert

My contribution to RebelCaptain Fluffbruary PLUS @quarantineddreamer's super ultra amazing fic addition below the cut!!!

The lines of code on the screen were no longer making sense. Somewhere between coffees 4 and 5 of the day they had slipped from Jyn’s grasp, gone from familiar symbols to something more akin to ancient hieroglyphics–as sure a sign as any that it was long-past time for her to take a break from her assignment. 

Reaching her arms skyward–tight knots in the muscles of her shoulders and along her spine protesting–Jyn glanced blearily at the alarm clock that perched neatly on the corner of the desk. 

Shit. Was that really the time? She scrambled to her feet, socks slipping on the linoleum floor, and threw her hair quickly into a bun. (Or what she hoped would pass for one anyways.)

Pants. I need pants. Jyn cast about the room, throwing the covers of the bed back, checking over the back of the roller-chair she’d spent the day–no, longer than that apparently–glued to, but found nothing. 

She could have sworn she had at least dropped a pair of sweatpants at the end of the bed at some point…

Cassian must have tidied up before he left (the neat freak); she hadn’t even noticed. That happened sometimes: the computer consuming her when she was locked onto a particular idea. But it shouldn’t have happened today. Today she had planned to wrap up her coursework early, surprise him… 

Okay screw the pants, Jyn decided, marching from the room towards the kitchen with all the determination of a soldier approaching the battlefield.

(If a soldier’s uniform was your boyfriend’s oversized, university sweatshirt and the fight ahead was the arduous task of preparing a meal.)

It took her more than a few tries to find everything–despite how organized Cassian kept his kitchen cabinets–but before too long Jyn was staring down at the black, glinting surface of a flawlessly seasoned cast iron pan and the looming depths of a large pot, a box of spaghetti, its matching jar of sauce, and an assortment of meat and vegetables thrown on the counter beside them. 

“I’ve got this,” Jyn muttered to herself, eyeing the recipe she’d taped to the fridge like it might grow fangs and snap at her. (Or catch fire and nearly burn the place down as had happened on her most recent foray into chefdom). “You’ve hacked into government systems before,” she continued. “This will be easy compared to that. A piece of cake, or a pot of pasta.” Hopefully anyways. 

She checked the oven clock. If she stood any chance of getting this done before Cassian (Impossibly-Punctual) Andor came home she had to start now. 

The empty apartment should have been quiet, peaceful. Instead, it suddenly seemed impossibly loud, noises swelling in her ears the longer she stood staring at the array of ingredients and tools––footsteps from the neighbor above, the distant rumble of a washing machine next door, the clicking of the fridge beside her, all clamoring in some insane harmony. 

The longer she stood there waiting (for what, she had no idea) the more power the sounds seemed to hold, quick to dredge up each and every anxious thought she had been so diligently shoving to the furthest corners of her mind since Cassian had told her of his plans to travel to Yavin…

When he cooked, Cassian always had music playing. Maybe that would help. Drown out the worry and the fear.

Jyn pulled her phone from the pocket of the red hoodie and tapped a playlist at random. Something upbeat began playing, muffled through the fabric as she tucked the phone back into the pocket, rolled up the too-long sleeves of the sweatshirt, and drew a deep breath. “Alright, here goes nothing…”

Turning down the hallway that led to his apartment, Cassian smelled something…interesting. 

He tried to pin down what it was. Starch, yes. Tomatoes, yes. Onions and garlic, most likely. But then there were other unexpected notes, the heat of what might have been chili powder tickling at his nostrils, growing stronger with each step closer he got to his door, and maybe the cheese he was smelling was parmesan or pecorino? The combination wasn’t exactly bad, just off–out of balance. 

He thought for sure it was one of the neighbors; maybe Mrs. McCleod experimenting again–after all, she had stopped him just last week to ask him about his favorite market for finding fresh produce.

But as he passed by Mrs. McCleod’s apartment, he noticed the crack under the door was dark, a small pile of mail collecting beneath her welcome mat. She was probably away visiting her niece again. Which meant that the smell was most likely emanating from the door at the end of the hall.

His door. 

Cassian tugged his tie looser, a warmth kindling in his stomach, a smile slowly spreading across his face; Jyn. 

He’d insisted she should stay at his apartment while he was gone–enjoy some solitude away from distracting roommates and loud neighbors–but he hadn’t been entirely certain she would take him up on it. She’d given him a strange look at the suggestion (despite the fact that after nearly a year of dating, she seemed to spend more time in his apartment than her own) and returned to her keyboard, completely absorbed in the endless numbers and symbols flashing wildly across the computer screen at her command.

The reaction hadn’t been a total shock to him. Jyn had been unusually quiet ever since he’d first mentioned his job interview in Yavin. He’d tried to tell himself she was just preoccupied with the workload associated with the final semester before she earned her degree, but deep down he knew that she was likely asking herself the same questions as he was: If I get this job, what happens to us? 

Cassian reached into his suit pocket for his key, twisted it in the lock, and slowly opened the door, his eyes tearing up at the overwhelming burn of capsaicin in the air. Dropping his backpack by the door, he followed the sound of hissing steam, music, and occasional cursing into the kitchen. 

It had been just over a day since he’d seen her, but even so, Cassian had spent the plane ride home longing for the moment when he could wrap his arms tight around her again, kiss her until they were both oxygen deprived and gasping for air. 

He’d envisioned a quick, eager reunion. Unable to hold himself back from rushing towards her; clumsy, grabbing hands and awkward clashing of teeth. 

But then he saw her: standing in his kitchen with her hair wild atop her head, dancing from the stovetop to a nearby drawer; humming along to the song playing faintly in the background as she poked uncertainly at a pan of sauteed vegetables and shot a quick glance at a boiling pot of water–and all he could think to do was lean his shoulder into the doorframe and stare, his breath catching in his chest with a fierce and sudden ache. 

Cassian knew he was helplessly, hopelessly lost–had known it for a while–but it had never been more apparent to him than in that moment, hovering at the threshold. He was certain that if he did nothing else for the rest of life but watch her, he’d still die the happiest man on earth. 

She’d decided to borrow his favorite sweatshirt while he was away–red, well-worn, with Ferrix University emblazoned across the front. As she rose on her tiptoes to reach into the spice cabinet, the bottom of the sweatshirt rose too, revealing the faintest glimpse of black panties, serving in sharp contrast to the perfect, pale curve of her ass. 

The sight inspired a different kind of ache. Cassian made his way across the kitchen, and placed his hands on Jyn’s shoulders. Somehow, the only words he could seem to find were, “You’re cooking.”

A string of swear words fell out of her mouth in quick succession. “I could’ve stabbed you,” she grumbled, even as she set down the knife she was holding to lean backwards into him. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I’m surprised I managed to.”

He felt her shoulders rise and fall against him. “I was distracted.” 

“I can see that,” he mused. “You’re cooking. You hate cooking.”

He could just make out the faint flush that rose in Jyn’s cheeks as she glanced back at him, her hair tickling his chin. “I do hate it,” she agreed, “but I figured you’d be hungry and…well, I don’t hate you.” 

A soft laugh escaped him, “What a relief.”

“Shut up.”

“No really,” he said, pulling her closer. “I was beginning to wonder.”

“Do you want food or not?” Her scowl was made significantly less believable by the smile catching quickly at the corners of her mouth. 

Cassian gave a considerate hum. His stomach had been rumbling as he stepped off the plane, but now a different kind of hunger was taking hold. His skin was hot beneath his suit where Jyn’s body pressed against his own; all he could seem to think of was her in his sweatshirt–in only his sweatshirt. 

But Jyn seized his brief lapse of silence as an opportunity to change subjects. “So…How’d the interview go?” she asked lightly, though her muscles went tight as she dipped a wooden spoon in the red liquid that bubbled on the stove in front of her.

He watched as she blew steam away from the spoon before bringing it to her mouth to taste and wincing. “The interview was fine,” he murmured, pressing (what he hoped she would as) a reassuring kiss to the top of her head.

The smile had already vanished from Jyn’s face. “You think you got the job then?”

Cassian moved his hand slowly up and down her arm, earlier ideas already forgotten. “They made me an offer,” he admitted quietly. 

“They did…” The energy seemed to have drained straight out of her–the dancing, humming, swearing woman from moments ago turned to shadow. 

Like she didn’t know. Like she couldn’t feel the frantic stuttering of his heart where his chest pressed between her shoulders blades. Like she couldn’t sense him, standing right here beside her on the knife’s edge. 

“I told them I couldn’t give them an answer yet,” he told her. Of course I did. As though there had been anything else he could do…

“You did what?” Jyn twisted in his arms. “That is your dream job. You know you want to go, so just go. Why would you–”

“Jyn,” he cut in, and she went still–let him hold her in place for at least a moment longer while he continued. “I said yet. I told them I couldn’t give them an answer yet.”

Her knuckles were white, wrapped tight around the wooden spoon. He reached past her and switched off the burners before anything could start smoking or boil over.

Cassian’s own nerves were starting to take hold. He gave a hard swallow, trying to clear the tightness from his throat. “I don’t want to go to Yavin. Not without you… I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“What are you saying?”

“Come with me. After you graduate in the spring, come with me.”

“Cass…”

He was about to tell her she didn’t have to answer right now–to delay whatever pain he sensed was coming from inevitable rejection–when she closed her hand around his tie and tugged him closer, tilting her head back to press her lips to his. 

Beneath his mouth, he could feel her smile forming, but it still took his breath away to see it when they broke apart. “Is that a yes, then?”

Jyn wound his tie tighter around her hand. “I like this suit,” she commented, eyes sweeping across the blue fabric and back to the black silk of the tie. 

“I’m taking that as a yes…” Cassian told her, his attention splitting as she began to playfully undo the top buttons of his shirt. 

“I cooked for you…” Her lips passed over his throat, her voice muffled. 

Heat was racing up Cassian’s spine, his thoughts going increasingly hazy. “You did…” he replied, inhaling sharply as the hand not wrapped in his tie found the back of his head, fingers tugging lightly at his hair. 

“I’m a terrible cook, but I cooked. For you.”

She still hadn’t answered him. Not really. He wanted an answer, a definitive answer. “What does this have to do with–”

“Are you still hungry?” 

“Jyn–” he pleaded.

“Because I was thinking we should forget about the food,” she continued, her mouth brushing over his ear–words like sparks to his skin. “I changed my mind. There’s something else I want to do for you instead. Something I’m much, much better at…”

He relented slightly, instinct shoving reason aside as he tugged at the hem of the sweatshirt, her skin soft against his fingertips. “What did you have in mind?” 

“You mean, aside from moving to Yavin?” she murmured with a teasing grin, pressing even closer, tips of their noses brushing, her breath warm against his cheeks.

“So that was a yes earlier…”

Jyn rolled her eyes at him. “What do you think?”

He lifted her off her feet, and she laughed, wrapping her legs tight around his torso. “I think you’re coming to Yavin with me,” he said, slightly breathless, not quite daring to believe it. 

“I’m coming to Yavin with you,” she echoed, delivering a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Welcome home, Cassian.”

#myworks #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #modern au

[mouschiwrites]

congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

- 🍡

Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #kenny mcormick #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny x reader

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is an interior designer for the ultra rich; he moves furniture around to lighten "engeries" and increase "flow". It's a hodgepodge of bastardized fung shui and geometry, because Hob is a conman. And thief.

His interior design persona and "firm" was a cover Hob was using to case some rich asshole's house. Hob wasn't even trying to sell the bit really, he moved a single chair, but after the job (this guy was obliviously so rich that he hasn't seemed to notice Hob's theft 🤷🏽‍♀️) Hob's mark recommended him to his other rich douche friends.

So high-end interior design is now Hob's side hustle. He's still a thief and conman, but now he's legally (sort of) conning marks. Hob is just as surprised as you.

He has just been hired to design the new bachelor pad for one Dream Endless - artist, socialite, philanthropist. If the name sounds familiar, it's because he just had an amazingly loud divorce play out in the press from partner no. 3 (there were two other marriages and one kidlet, for Mr. Endless). And it seems like the ex got all the friends and support in the divorce.

Hob was hired by some assistant, a Matthew, so he's yet to meet Mr. Endless, but if the various paparazzi photos are right, he should certainly be nice to look at.

Yeah, those paparazzi photos did not do him justice -- watching Dream swim in little tiny speedos is Hob's new religion. If Hob were a better man, he wouldn't be scheming to become Mr. Endless the 4th.

Mr Endless the 4th... and hopefully the last. I reckon Hob will want to stick around! I am absolutely tickled by this au, tbh. I think Hob needs to keep on scamming rich people and stealing their furniture as much as he wants.

Dream's requests for the design were basically "I want it all to be black" and also "leave me alone when I'm doing my art" - two things that Hob is a little bit disappointed about. He doesn't really care about interior design, but all black? Minimalism? Dream deserves better. And Hob definitely doesn't want to leave him alone! But if he can at least watch Dream, that's good enough for now.

He makes a few adjustments to what Dream requested. There's plenty of black, sure, but there's also stained glass and light streaming into the apartment. There's beautiful stone flooring in the kitchen (heated, of course). Hob gets the most amazing four poster bed for his new favourite client, all silk sheets and black-out curtains. He spends all day dreaming about making sweet love to Mr Endless in between those sheets.

And Dream seems to be getting used to having Hob around. Plus he begrudgingly approves of his design choices. Eventually he opens up about his miserable dating life, and Hob is always so sympathetic. He doesn't lay it on too thick (Dream is smart enough to spot a gold-digger!), he's just kind. Is Dream really making him into a better person?!

Well, maybe not. Hob is still a thief, and he's definitely still scamming his clients with the whole "vibrations" thing. He's also definitely perving on Mr Endess in the swimming pool. But when Dream does finally make a move and shyly kisses Hob while inspecting the latest updates to the interior design... Hob takes him to bed very gently. He lays Dream out on the silky sheets and fucks him so sweetly, so lovingly, telling him how worthy and beautiful he is. Things that Dream has never heard before.

Hob settles into the bed when Dream falls asleep on him afterwards - and rest assured, he intends to stay. Hopefully with a ring on his finger. But he's not getting ahead of himself, don't you worry.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[fluffyhare]

Like Real People Do, Part 6! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper prepares for the second part of Avery's tickle session, but Avery has other plans!

☁️ Warnings: Lee!Casper, Ler!Avery. Pretty foot-focused (full disclosure, I'm not really a feet person, but I can get into it as a tickle spot sometimes!). Lots of teasing as usual, plus clinical teasing. Very fluffy and emotionally intimate. A bit emotional at the end.

☁️ Author's Note: I wrote this in an unexpected fit of passion, and I'm feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry if the tone is unpredictable, and sorry if it isn't enjoyable to read. I wasn't expecting to write one of these today.

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 *you are here

Part 7

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

“Here. Don't wear your voice out, okay? Gotta stay hydrated if we're gonna keep going.” I handed Avery a strawberry La Croix.

“Thanks. I never knew laughing could be so tiring! Then again, I don't think I've ever laughed so much at once,” he mused, taking a small sip of his drink. 

“It can be a workout, for sure. Especially if you're super ticklish in a lot of different places. Sometimes I don't realize how thirsty I am until I get a break.” 

“Where are your tickle spots, Casper?” 

I froze as Avery leveled that same intense, innocent gaze at me that he did at the top of the Ferris wheel, when he asked me if we were on a date. This time, though, there was something challenging about him – something impish and expectant. 

I cleared my throat. “Ahh- well, um… you've already found a few of them,” I offered, not meeting Avery's eyes. It was through no small effort that I sometimes managed to say the word out loud, but I was NOT discussing spots. No way, no how. 

“Hmm… I did get quite a nice reaction from your ribs and neck, it's true… but I get the feeling those aren't your favorite spots. I want to know the spots you really like.”

I was starting to turn red again. 

“Even if I could tell you, I wouldn't!”

“Hehe… are you suggesting that I should find out for myself?” He lilted, grinning deviously now. 

“N-no! Look, this is your session, not mine. You're the lee, I'm the ler, you can't just-” 

“Ah ah ah… but I thought you said you were a switch? And, what is power if it's never challenged~?” He set his soda can on the nightstand. 

“WAIT! Avery dohohon’t- ahhhh!” I tried to back away from him, just for him to grab my ankle and drag me back to the top of the bed. In one swift motion, he turned and trapped my leg under his arm, one hand gripping my ankle. I couldn't see what his other hand was doing, but I had a few guesses. 

“WAHAHAIT!” I squealed, squirming uselessly. He was so strong, I might as well have been strapped down. My fingers dug into the bed. No amount of struggling was going to save me, now. 

“Why are you laughing, Casper? Is something funny? I haven't even touched you, yet. Surely you're not laughing at me… because that would end very badly for you.”

“No, I wahahasn’t!”

“Hmm… human feet have more nerve endings than most other places on the body, did you know that? Your soles are so rarely touched with any kind of precision – I wonder what would happen if I just…” He stroked one of his ultra-plush fingertips down the length of my socked sole. 

“Pffffhehehehe!” I covered my face as I laughed up at the ceiling. 

“Oh, I see… very sensitive. Ticklish, even.” Avery giggled, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smirking. My ears burned, but the urge to fight back surged forward.

“Oooh, when I get out of this, you are so fucked, cloud boy.” I regretted it before the words had even left my mouth. 

“Tsk, such language!” He admonished, and without warning, scribbled all five fingertips up and down my trapped sole. 

“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAP!” I cried, trying to brace my other foot against the bed and push myself free. It was no use. 

“I don't hear any tapping, sunshine. You know what to do if you want it to stop,” he taunted. “I've never seen human feet up close. Let's take this sock off, shall we?” Avery grabbed the toe of my sock, slowly pulling it off my foot. 

“No no no NO AVERYYY don't take my sock off pleheheheaase!”

“Why not? Is your little human foot too ticklish without– Oooh–! Your toes are so cute…” He trailed off, genuine fascination in his voice. He began to pinch, pull, and gently wiggle my toes, examining them with his damnably soft fingers. I squeaked through my laughter; my feet had never been a particularly bad spot for me, or so I thought, until that moment. 

“DOHOHON'T- AHAHAhahaha!” I squealed, curling my toes as tightly as I could. I kicked my free foot against the bed, channeling my ticklish energy. 

“Oh, don't curl them up, I barely got to look at them! Your nails are blue as the sky, they're so pretty… is it paint? Do you paint them yourself?” He'd stopped tickling, and his curiosity was so sweet, I couldn't help but indulge him. 

“Aheh… yes… I paint them myself.” I doubted Avery had ever seen himself blush, otherwise he might have known that I painted my toenails the same color as his flushed face.  

“I’d like to look a bit longer… will you uncurl your toes for me, please?” 

“Oh, god, stop being so sincere… you're killing me,” I groaned, reluctantly relaxing my foot. 

I felt Avery inspecting my toes again, moving them back and forth, then side to side as I endured the uncontrollable giggles. When I focused, I was pretty good at staying still while being tickled, even while laughing. Unexpectedly, though, he wiggled his fingertips under my toes, scritching in the delicate valleys beneath and between them. I curled again; I couldn't help it. 

“PFFF hahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!” I laughed, instinctively trying to pull my foot back. 

“Hehe, sorry… they looked so soft there, I just couldn't resist.” He finally let me go. I immediately pounced on him, wrapping my arms around his body. 

“Hehehey!” He laughed as I squeezed him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Aww! What happened to all that fire from earlier, dewdrop? I thought I was in sooooo much trouble?” He chuckled, stroking my short hair. 

Perhaps it was overstimulation, or simply the basic need for a quiet moment, but I didn't respond – and I could tell Avery understood. A comfortable silence fell between us as I laid against him, listening to the rush of wind and gentle rainfall beneath his chest. 

Avery's fingers gently twirled locks of my hair. 

The AC unit hummed, the humidifier whispered. 

Far-off crickets chirped in the night, and a bit farther, the sound of waves breaking on the shore. 

I closed my eyes. 

Sea glass glittering, reflecting the moon beneath the waves. 

Immobile, silent fish sleeping in their schools beneath the harbor. 

Palm leaves waving their long fingers in the gentle night breeze. 

I inhaled. 

Lavender, books, rain, stone. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

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“Casper?” 

“Yeah?”

“Are you falling asleep?” 

“I don't know. Maybe.” 

Avery pulled the blanket over us, sinking down to lay his head on my pillow. 

“You can sleep right here if you want, sunshine. I don't mind.” 

There was a faint electrical buzz, and the light in the room went out. 

“Heh… neat trick.”

“Being a cloud comes in handy, sometimes.”

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“I love you, Avery.” My voice cracked. 

“Oh, dewdrop.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, too.” 

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

[gaybananabread]

This is later than I wanted to get this out, but it's here. For those who don't know, this is Part 2 of a little thing I did. I'll link Part 1 below. Sorry for the wait, Enjoy!

(Part 1)

Lee: Kirishima

Lers: Todoroki, Ojiro, Midoriya, brief Bakugo

Summary: The battle for chore duty nears a conclusion, as Kiri's turn has come. Can he beat Bakugo's time? We'll see.

Warnings: none! It does get a bit intense, but it's all in good fun and consensual. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

Bakugo's words sent shivers down his spine. He resisted the urge to yelp as he approached the chair. This was it, his moment to beat Bakugo at something. He hoped so, anyway.

The blonde slowly rose, giving Kirishima an evil, smug look. Bakugo had survived his turn, and now it was time for Kiri to face his tormentors. He just hoped they didn't kill him.

He warily sat down in the chair, looking up at his friends. Each of them had tickled him before, and no doubt had insider knowledge. Looking in their eyes, he noticed the same mischievous glint in all three pairs.

Well, I'm dead.

Midoriya started explaining the rules. "Okay, same rules from before apply to you. We won't stop until you say 'Plus Ultra', so don't worry if a few protests slip out." He smirked, knowing that would happen. "You need at least 7 minutes and 30 seconds to beat Bakugo. Try and keep flailing to a minimum, we don't want another incident."

The red head's cheeks flushed, and he threw his hands up. "Oh, come on man! It was one time!" Deku chuckled and turned to the other two 'judges'. "Okay, who wants where?"

Ojiro raised his hand. "I'm fine with where I was last time." The greenete nods. "Okay, I'll take his lower body. Todoroki, you fine with his midsection?" He nodded, and they went to their designated places.

Bakugo watched them curiously. They hadn't been so smug or decisive when it was his turn. Then again, they knew he would kill them if they tried anything. Anything underhanded or shifty they pulled then only benefited him. Still, he would keep an eye on them.

Kiri was trying to to squirm in the chair. They all knew about his worst spots, and he could tell they were about to abuse that knowledge. Seven minutes is a long time, a lot longer than he can probably last. But he's gonna try, and win. Hopefully.

Ojiro gathered the red head's arms and held them over his head. Midoriya grabbed the stopwatch, resetting it. He gave the countdown, and the four of them prepared.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Go!"

The three of them started out slow and soft, testing the waters. Ojiro fluttered his fingers on Kirishima's neck, his tail inactive for the moment. Todoroki made little circles with a finger on his belly, right in the center. Midoriya lightly poked at his knees and thighs.

Kiri didn't try to hold in his reactions. He would laugh eventually, and resisting took energy he didn't wanna waste. Bubbly giggles poured from his mouth, getting a huff from Baku.

"Already? You're done for, Shitty Hair." He had a smirk on his face, his voice smug and gloating. Kiri's cheeks went pink, and he stuck his tongue out. Bakugo, ever the charmer, flipped him off with a sly grin.

Todoroki decided it was time to get real. Ten fingers dug into the red head's belly, scribbling and poking the sensitive flesh. Surprised, Kiri squeaked before bursting into loud, boyish laughter. "TOHODOROKIHI! NOHOHO!"

The others followed suit, digging into his 'sweet spots'. Ojiro brought his tail up to brush against Kiri's neck, and Deku dug into his thighs, slipping little squeezes to his knees. This time, they knew exactly where to go to drive him up the wall. They also knew how to make it a million times worse. Because why not?

Midoriya was the first to tease. "Aw, Kirishima! I forgot how ticklish your thighs are! Your laugh is so cute!" The little shit knew exactly what he was doing. And it was working.

Kiri snorted, bucking his hips. Teasing always made things 100 times worse! His cheeks heated up even more, now a lovely scarlet red. His laughter grew, filling the room.

Todoroki kneaded the small amount of pudge on his waistline, driving the red head up the wall. Midoriya continued to tease him, relishing in the snorts that split his laugh.

"GUHUHUYS! *snort* QUIHIHIHIT IT!" He was starting to reach his limit. With one assailant, he could definitely beat eight minutes. But three? That was a lot harder than he thought.

He managed to ask a coherent question. "WHAHAHAT'S MY TIHIHIME?" He tried to twist his head to see, but Ojiro attacked his neck whenever he exposed it. The tailed student leaned in, smirking. "Oh, is this too much for you? Afraid you're gonna lose?"

He snorted, his face nearly matching the color of his hair. It was really hard to not headbutt him. Kiri seriously considered it, but figured it would only make things worse. "JUHUHUST- *snort* JUHUST TEHELL MEHEHEHE!"

Midoriya eventually cut in, chuckling. "You're at five minutes and forty seconds." That was not good for him. He didn't think he could last much longer at the current pace. He made a rash decision, one he would most likely regret. Under his shirt, he hardened his chest, stopping the tickling. Technically not quitting.

Todoroki grunted and stopped, feeling the other's quirk activate. He shot Kiri a stare that could shatter souls. "Kirishima. Unharden, now."

His laughter had calmed down a bit, but the other two were still tickling him. He could only focus enough for his midsection to stay hardened, and even that was a challenge. He closed his eyes, wistfully hoping that Todoroki would eventually get bored and leave.

Witnessing all this, Bakugo stormed over, pushing his multicolored classmate out of the way. He gave the blonde a look, but huffed and let him take over. "If he hardens, you gotta distract him. Watch and learn, half-and-half."

Cracking his knuckles, Bakugo drilled his fingers into Kiri's hips. Caught off guard, Kiri squealed before bursting into deep, side-splitting laughter. His quirk faltered, the skin on his chest shifting from hardened to normal. He was failing, the intense tickling making it harder and harder to concentrate.

Ojiro laughed, using both hands to keep Kiri's arms above his head. He thrashed and tugged, but Ojiro kept him right where they wanted him. Now his tail was the only thing tickling the boy's neck. It was still doing a marvelous job at distracting him.

He lost it when Midoriya removed his boots and started to tickle his feet. Now that his friend had broken, Bakugo stepped back and let Todoroki take over. He went right back to what Baku was doing, now using his own quirk to make half his fingers colder. He had heard it made things tickle more, and it turns out he was right. The poor boy's laughter somehow went up an octave, surprising both himself and everyone within a five mile radius.

Midoriya was scribbling across his soles, having gathered both feet into his hands. He had left his socks on, because he didn't want to kill him. Mostly. They were adorable, though. The little shark patterns made him smile.

Kirishima was losing his ever-loving mind. His entire face was a dark crimson, his eyes wet with tears of mirth. He was thrashing madly, trying anything to lesson the assult on his senses. The only thought running through his head was SHIT IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES!!

Bakugo watched the scene with a smug smile on his face. Knowing he had helped cause this made it even better. He was close to not caring about the win. This was victory enough. Well, almost. He still had pride and a winning reputation to uphold.

Finally, after what felt like ages, he tapped out. "PLUHUHAHA- PLUHUHUS UHUHULTRAHAHA!" The maddening sensations stopped, and his arms were released. Kiri immediately curled in on himself, hugging his sides and giggling like a lunatic as he sucked in air.

Midoriya laughed and stopped the timer. "Okay your time is-" He froze mid-scentence, taking a quick breath. He gingerly set the phone down, an unreadable smile on his face, his eyes blank. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud band of a head on a wall could be heard from the hallway.

Ojiro walked over. "What was that for?" He picked up the phone and a strangled gasp escaped him. "What's wro-" Todoroki started to speak before the phone was turned around, showing him the final time.

7 minutes, 26 seconds

Ice formed around his foot. He took a deep breath, melting it and turning to the two idiots. "You both have dish duty. Respectfully, what in the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?" Then he left with Ojiro, the both of them silently pondering their existences.

Bakugo's jaw dropped, his arrogant facade falling. "WHAT THE HELL?! SHITTY HAIR, ARE YOU KIDDING?!" He whipped around to Kirishima, who was still struggling to regain his breath.

"Ihihi'm... I'm sohohory!" He looked up, a dopey smile splitting his rosy face. Tears still shone in the corners of his eyes. Seeing this could melt even the coldest of hearts. Bakugo's vicous demeanor lessened, simmering down to a glare and clenched fist. "You are such a fucking copy cat."

The giggly boy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Wehell, ahat least wehehehe can see who's aha better dish wahasher!" Optimistic to the bitter end, that one.

Bakugo huffed, ruffling Kirishima's hair. What a fucking day...

#mha tickle #lee!kirishima #ler!midoriya #ler!ojiro #ler!todoroki #ler!bakugou #sfw tickle community #tickle fic #tickle #my hero academia tickle #ticklish!kirishima #mha kirishima #mha bakugo #mha ojiro #mha todoroki #mha midoriya #mha deku #mha #my hero acedamia

[radchoco]

Belphie’s Naps rating scale

(reminder i DO NOT do demoncest, this is brother luv fluff)

also yes, Mammon’s wearing a gold bonnet,  i hc him as black btw

Lucifer Nap possibility: Ultra Rare 

Comfortability:  Ultra High 

Lucifer.....well when I did have naps with him, he would always make sure to keep me covered. Plus, his blankets are really large and comfy.. dare I say comfier than my own.  He would even pause his cursed tracks just so I could sleep. Hmph. (He smiles a bit and walks away)

Mammon Nap possibility: Rare 

Comfortability: High

 I napped a lot with Mammon when I was younger but nowadays he's troublesome to nap with. He doesn't stay still! Always running off for the next money scheme or fiddling with his phone. Recently, he's been going out a lot with MC too... When he's in 'big brother mode', it's just the worst, he'll rub my head and gives me kisses on the cheek & forehead, it's so embarrassing! I'm not a baby anymore. Stupid Mammon... (he pouts)

Levi Nap possibility:  Normal 

Comfortability: High 

Levi and I have a lot of nightlong gaming sessions so sleeping there is inevitable. The lights are always low, soft sounds of his aquarium tank buzzing in the background and Levi's body pillows are the best. Although I have to hide it when I use them or he'll start yelling at me....

Satan Nap possibility: High 

Comfortability: Medium 

Me and Satan are always setting up plans on Lucifer, so I fall asleep in his room often. He pets my hair like a cat and it feels kinda nice. I also like the smell of the ancient books and coffee beans. His room is a problem though, I wake up with lots of book marks all over me! It's the worst...

Asmo Nap possibility: Medium 

Comfortability: Depends 

On a good day, Asmo leaves me alone. On a bad day, his room smells so loud, like the perfume section in Majolish. His rose petals make me sneeze, he puts makeup on me while I'm sleeping, he talks too much sometimes and he'll tickle me awake just to see my reaction. I do like his fuzzy pillows though.

Beel Nap possibility: Ultra High 

Comfortability:  Ultra High 

The best one. Next to MC, Beel is the best nap partner. He just gets me you know? He's a big teddy bear, a big ball of warmth and softness. I sometimes wish they sold pillows as big as Beel when he's not here. But thanks to our 'twin power', he always knows when I need him. You want me to say a con? What are you, a Beel disliker? Hmm. Well, this was a long time ago but Beel chewed on my hair while I slept. I woke up with a huge bald spot that looked like a crescent moon haha

Masterlist

#obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me fanart

[italeean]

A happy training session

Tamaki is terrified at the thought of having a training session with Bakugou. Luckily, Mirio will be there to help both him and the younger student

NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope y’all are okay!! I came back from Tuscany three days ago and I’m a bit more relaxed now (although I managed to get a bit sick). However, I finally finished this request!! I hope you enjoy it, suggestions and/or support are always appreciated ^_^

Buona Festa dei Lavoratori 💚🤍❤️ (Happy Labor Day - here in Italy, and I think in Europe, we always celebrate it the 1st of May)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it’s not to your taste I don’t suggest you read it

‘Come on, Tamaki, I’m sure it’ll be fun and interesting!!’ in the hallways of UA everyone could hear Mirio’s voice resonate loudly, trying to convince his best friend to do a particular training session with him and a certain first-year. ‘B-but Mirio... have you seen him? He looks so... mad, and w-when Aizawa-sensei organized that scenario he even... I wanna go home...’ Tamaki sighed.

The truth was that he didn’t actually have a problem with helping the first-years with individual training sessions, but he hadn’t considered that Bakugou, the one who had almost blown him up in another training session while muttering (better, screaming) something about ‘a villain always being a villain’ and whatnot, would’ve been one of the first students to sign himself up. It was pretty logical, now that the third-year thought about it, he always wanted to excel in everything, he would’ve never missed an opportunity like that.

Nejire was busy with her family that week, so leaving the turbulent student to her wasn’t an option, therefore, he had no choice but to do what he had agreed to do. The only good thing of the whole situation was that Mirio was going to be there with him. Aizawa had already agreed with that, and Bakugou didn’t really object either (it was going to be an even better training session for him, with two members of the Big Three instead of one). So there he was, shaking like a leaf, dragged by his friends towards the arena, which was reserved for the occasion, so that they would’ve been able to use their quirks without risking to hurt other people.

‘Tch, about time...’ there he was, Katsuki Bakugou, with a scarier aura than ever. Mirio, however, was sure that the red-eyed boy was eager to start, maybe even excited. He remembered very well how it felt to be the first year who admired the older students and tried to be like them to make his teachers proud. Tamaki, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint from nervousness. He didn’t have the same cheerful memories as his friend. All he remembered from his first year was the older students being tall and threatening.

Now he was the third-year, though. And Mirio was with him, so he only had to keep calm and avoid any kind of behavior that could anger the spiky-haired guy and everything was going to be okay, right?

Well, he was right... at the beginning...

The three of them began with a quick warm-up and stretching, then they went to the more intense part, which didn’t exactly go as they expected. The first-year didn’t manage to use a particular skill with his quirk that the two third-years were trying to teach him, and he was quickly loosing his patience. ‘WHY CAN’T I DO SUCH A SIMPLE THING DAMMIT??!!!’ Bakugou had officially begun screaming, which on the other hand totally terrified the indigo-haired guy. The angry blonde started cursing against everything and everyone, so Mirio decided to intervene.

‘Hey, don’t you think you’re going a bit too plus ultra with those bad words?’ he asked, but the answer he received contained even more curses, if that was possible. Bakugou couldn’t accept the fact that he needed time to learn a certain technique, which was perfectly normal actually. No one manages to do everything at the first try and the blue-eyed guy was more than determined to make him understand that. But first, he needed to cheer his student up and help him realize that not everything required total seriousness, that he could have fun while training with two older students. Training was made to learn, exchange ideas with other people and, why not, make friends, too.

‘Hey Bakugou, I think you’re scaring Tamaki there... try to relax a bit!!’ while saying that, the cheerful guy tried to add a quick poke to emphasize his words, not expecting the squeak that the younger boy tried in vain to suppress. ‘Oh my god, Bakugou you’re ticklish??’ he sounded incredulous, and he was. He would’ve never thought that the scary first year could be ticklish, and yet there he was, making a desperate (and yet futile) attempt to hide his embarrassment.

When the spiky haired understood he couldn’t make up an excuse for that squeak, and noticed a way-too-playful glint in Mirio’s eyes, he decided to run for his life, already imagining what was coming for him. However, he soon found out how hard it was to outrun someone who can pass not only through walls, but through the ground, too. He thought he was safe when a hand coming from the ground snatched his ankle, making him trip. He didn’t hurt himself with the fall, but that gave the older student the advantage he needed to finally catch him.

‘HA!! Gotcha!’ the playful third-year exclaimed, after successfully stopping the younger student. He’d been in many playfights with his friends, so he knew how to not push boundaries, which is why he chose to sit on the ground and hug Bakugou from behind, leaving him space to struggle and even fight him back, if he really wanted to.

‘So, are you gonna cheer up? Or do I have to make you smile with my magical methods?’ Bakugou knew he was just joking, but those words made his blood rush to his cheeks. He needed to get out of that predicament quickly. ‘S-SHUT UP!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND BY THE WAY, BEING TICKLISH IS FOR CHILDREN!! WELL, CHILDREN AND THAT DAMN NERD!’ obviously, he tried to get his way out of that situation using anger, not knowing he was only digging his own grave.

‘Oh really, only for kids? So, if I were to do this...’ Mirio said while lightly digging his fingers in the younger boy’s sides ‘you wouldn’t feel anything, right?’ he asked with a big smile on his face. ‘Hmmm...e-exactly!! Nohothing at all... hehehe’ The red-eyed guy tried to act tough, but some giggles were already spilling out of his mouth. ‘Nothing at all? But I seem to hear some giggles here... adorable giggles, if I may add. Hey, Tamaki, wanna give me a hand?’

Tamaki had been staring at them the whole time, smiling fondly at the scene (although the smile was barely noticeable). He remembered very well how his friend would use that same “magical method” to help him win his shyness, or to cheer him up when training sessions didn’t go how he wanted, or just because he wanted to play with him and make him laugh. However, he couldn’t find a reason to not join the two of them, so he got up and reached the others, earning a wide smile from Mirio and a terrified look from Bakugou.

Actually, Tamaki thought about going home before standing up to join the two of them, but Mirio’s encouraging look and Bakugou’s expression, scared and giddy at the same time, made him win his anxiety. He was starting to see the younger boy not only as the talented but scary first-year, but also as a kid who still had a lot to learn and experience.

‘DON’T YOU DARE TO COME ANY CLOS- EEK!!’ the blonde’s threat almost made the indigo-haired guy turn on his heels and run away, but a gentle squeeze on the sides was more than enough to put him in his place. The shy guy mustered up as much courage as possible and began poking at Bakugou’s stomach.

The reaction was immediate, however the guy didn’t seem exactly enthusiastic of the predicament he was in. He began to squirm violently and his laughter was forced, with no joy at all. Obviously, Mirio and Tamaki understood the situation and stopped immediately. ‘Hey buddy, I’m- no, we’re sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable. We were just messing around a bit to make you relax’ said the blue-eyed guy. Tamaki was frozen in fear at the thought of having to face an angry Bakugou.

However, the third-year’s apologetic tone made the angry boy’s glare soften a bit, also because he knew that respect was a line that should never be crossed, even if he didn’t totally drop his irritated attitude. ‘It seems we have a different conception of relaxing’ he began. ‘What the hell was that?!! You made me look like a child, which I’m not. AT ALL!!! I take training with the utmost seriousness. I want to be the #1 hero, I don’t have the time to play around like everyone else!!’

The older students were already almost sure of it, but now there was no doubt. Bakugou’s problem was that he couldn’t take the time to stop and enjoy the wonderful path he was walking to become a hero. Better yet, he didn’t know how, which is why they let the angry tone and what he said slide and explained him that it was fine to take breaks. If fact, even the best heroes need their time and space to recollect their thoughts and put themselves together before going back to their duty. Moreover, the three of them were still students, so it was their right to make cheerful memories of their time in school.

Bakugou listened carefully to every word and nodded, even though he still couldn’t bring himself to smile.

‘Still grumpy, huh?’ Mirio asked with a playful glint in his eyes once more. ‘Maybe you need something more than just words- Tamaki, get him!!’ while saying that, he hooked the younger student’s arms with his own and put him in a full nelson, leaving his torso completely exposed. The indigo-haired guy was still hesitant, so he started tickling the blonde’s tummy with light, soft touches, which however seemed to work just fine. ‘Hahahahaha oh gohohod Ihihihi undeherstohohod whahat you meahahahant’ Bakugou tried to say between hig giggles ‘yohohohou dohohohon’t nehheheheed to do thihihihis’

‘That’s right, we don’t need to, but we want to. Not everything we do must be useful, you know? Everyone’s allowed to take it easy’ Mirio explained, speaking a bit too close to the younger guy’s ears and neck, making him scrunch his shoulder to protect it. Noticing that reaction, the blue-eyed student began to blow delicately on his ears and neck, watching him with amusement while he struggled to protect both sides, failing miserably.

In the meanwhile, the other third-year had gotten more bold, and his touches were becoming harder (obviously without being painful), which was worse for the blonde. ‘Hahahahahahahah nahahahahhaha whahahahit nahahaht thehehere’ Bakugou squealed, lightly kicking the ground, when the shy teenager got a bit too close to his sides. Tamaki smiled softly at him, which wasn’t meant to fluster him but it still did, and kneaded his sides without hesitation. ‘Tickle tickle tickle...’ he said, earning another squawk from the younger hero in training. ‘Ohohoh my gahaAHAHAhad NOHohohot thehehehEHEHRE’ when his the indigo-haired guy began to squeeze the area between the sides and the lower ribs, the blonde’s laughter became more frantic.

‘Good job, buddy!! When we had this kind of fights, you’ve never been able to say tickle hehehe’ Mirio exclaimed cheerfully, making his friend squeak and jump, while blushing hard. However, while jumping he clawed at the spiky-haired guy’s ribs, which made him screech. ‘Hohohohohohold ohohohon pleheheheasehehehe dohohohon’t’ Bakugou pleaded, without sounding seriously distressed or really fighting back this time. 

Neither of them listened to the younger boy’s request and, while Mirio was whispering childish teases into Bakugou’s ears, Tamaki clawed his ribs once more, digging meticulously into every groove and stroking each bone, making the guy squirm around and kick his legs desperately, but with a big smile on his face. However, another surprise came for the third-years when, while going up and down on the ribcage, the shy guy got the spot between the ribs and the underarm, which earned a scream.

‘NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT THEHEHEHRE PLEHEHEHEHEAHASEHE’ Bakugou went ballistic. Fully aware that this spot was the jackpot, Tamaki wasted no time and dug right in, alternating poking and prodding to light scribbling and drawing small circles all over the area, never letting the blonde get used to the sensation. ‘OHOHOHOH GAHAHAHAD THIHIS IHIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ the explosion boy shouted, trying in vain to avoid the maddening feeling. 

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE STAHAHAHAHAHAP’ he begged after a solid ten minutes of getting tickled in his death spot and teased by Mirio at the same time.

Hearing the word “stop”, Tamaki immediately retracted his hands and the blue-eyed guy released Bakugou from his hold. ‘Are y-you okay? Did we o-overdo it?’ the shy guy asked genuinely concerned. ‘Huh? Oh, yeah... you didn’t overdo it’ the blonde answered after catching his breath. ‘But... well...’ he began muttering ‘you didn’t really have to... you know...’

‘Waahh!! I-i’m so sorry, I d-didn’t understand that y-you didn’t want to be tic- well... you know, that’ the indigo-haired stuttered.

‘Hahaha wait a second, I think someone was trying to say we didn’t have to stop’ Mirio said in a false menacing tone, already wiggling his fingers in the air. Bakugou’s blush and bashful expression was all the confirmation they needed. The cheerful third-year pounced on him straight away, tackling him to the ground and getting his tummy and sides, and Tamaki joined soon after, attacking the blonde’s underarms. MAking the first-year go into a fit of squeaky giggles once more.

Let’s say that no more serious training was done that afternoon.

#boku no hero academia #bnha tickle #katsuki bakugo #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #mirio togata #ler!mirio #tamaki amakiji #ler!tamaki #tickle fic #ticklish #tickle

[horizon-verizon]

The Targaryens practiced incest even in Old Valyria when there were other Dragonlord families around. So it wasn’t to keep their magical blood pure. They are just genuinely attracted to their own brothers and sisters. That’s disgusting and not in any way normal. The Targaryens are groomed from birth by their parents before them to view their own brother or sister as a potential spouse. That’s abuse. GRRM is clearly condemning incest.

It’s alarming how this fandom has become so comfortable with shipping incest and even defends it. The Targaryens may practice incest in Westeros to keep their magical dragon riding ability, but let’s not act like they aren’t actually into it and enjoy it. There’s no excuse for that.

...

The first and main purpose of marriage in Westeros and everywhere else in this universe (plus much of the real world) is not to bring two people in love together.

It's about/for power, and power is bestowed through lineage, parentage, and ancestry.

A)

First of all, grooming:

Grooming is a method used by offenders that involves building trust with a child and the adults around a child in an effort to gain access to and time alone with her/him. In extreme cases, offenders may use threats and physical force to sexually assault or abuse a child. More common, though, are subtle approaches designed to build relationships with families.  The offender may assume a caring role, befriend the child or even exploit their position of trust and authority to groom the child and/or the child’s family. These individuals intentionally build relationships with the adults around a child or seek out a child who is less supervised by adults in her/his life. This increases the likelihood that the offender’s time with the child is welcomed and encouraged. 

Behaviors of grooming involve:

An adult seems overly interested in a child.

An adult frequently initiates or creates opportunities to be alone with a child (or multiple children).

An adult becomes fixated on a child.

An adult gives special privileges to a child (e.g., rides to and from practices, etc.).

An adult befriends a family and shows more interest in building a relationship with the child than with the adults

An adult displays favoritism towards one child within a family.

An adult finds opportunities to buy a child gifts. 

An adult caters to the interests of the child, so a child or the parent may initiate contact with the offender.

An adult who displays age and gender preferences.

And to get ultra-specific:

bathing a child

walking in on a child changing.

deliberately walking in on a child toileting.

asking a child to watch the adult toileting.

tickling and “accidentally” touching genitalia.

activities that involve removing clothes (massage, swimming).

wrestling in underwear. 

playing games that include touching genitalia (playing doctor).

telling a child sexually explicit jokes.

teasing a child about breast and genital development.

discussing sexually explicit information under the guise of 

education.

showing the child sexually explicit images.

taking pictures of children in underwear, bathing suits, dance wear, etc.

Tell me how this in any way relates to Targaryens practicing sibling marriage? Or general Westerosi feudal/real ancient and feudal marriage practices?!

B)

Ancient Egyptians also married brother to sister for hundreds of years. Are you really going to sit here and say it was because they were "genuinely attracted" to their own siblings? What about the Inca? Korean kings and their sisters? Hawaiian chiefs and their sisters or brothers?

This was somehow a collective decision to cast some sort of spell to make their descendants magically only able to fall in love or desire only their siblings?

Were the ancient Korena, Egyptians, and Hawaiians all just "genuinely attracted" to their own siblings, each and every generation? Every single member? And attraction was their only, prime reason to marry and have lineage-claims?

Was there somehow some sort of spell cast to make all these people crave to fuck their siblings? So all these cultures are not cultures at all, anon, but just sex freaks?

C)

The Valyrians, in sibling incest, are analouges of ancient Egyptian/Hawaiian/Inca royalty and their practice of sibling marriages.

The idea behind any close-kin marriage for ancient peoples was that in their blood/spirit/souls rests part of some life-affirming/life-sustaining spirit/society-defining god or spirit who gave them the ability or permission to rule and to preserve that god-given ability/permission to rule they must marry other people with that same blood/spirit and assure the god keeps a close connection to humans, or the society in question. What comes with that is material prosperity...what assures material prosperity? Land, resources, claims, etc. Even if it is violent or has to do with conquest, dragons do not even exist for real humans to marry incestuously and make it a genuine cultural/political practice for royals/those with the most prominent, executive/military, decision-making power.

Sibling marriage-- in many societies, if not the ones that allowed cousin and avunculate marriages without the sibling one--was the closest.

D)

You: "The Targaryens practiced incest even in Old Valyria when there were other Dragonlord families around. So it wasn’t to keep their magical blood pure."

This is what A World of Ice and Fire says about how Valyrians viewed themselves and their dragons:

The tales the Valyrians told of themselves claimed they were descended from dragons and were kin to the ones they now controlled.

And before that:

the Valyrians, who learned to tame dragons and make them the most fearsome weapon of war that the world ever saw.

Later:

The tradition amongst the Targaryens had always been to marry kin to kin. Wedding brother to sister was thought to be ideal. Failing that, a girl might wed an uncle, a cousin, or a nephew; a boy, a cousin, aunt, or niece. This practice went back to Old Valyria, where it was common amongst many of the ancient families, particularly those who bred and rode dragons. “The blood of the dragon must remain pure,” the wisdom went.

1.

Remember what I said about close bonds before? The dragonlords were still surrounded by non-dragonlords who held land, and who were still political leaders. They were thinking of those people, as those to distinguish themselves. Those persons who GRRM states didn't have to be dragonriders themselves (which means some could have been but the families did not have enough riders in one or two generations at a time to constitute a traditional dragonlord clan), but were blood sorcerers.

Here is what GRRM said in this interview:

2.

Dragons, like gods and prime spirits, are overwhelming supreme entities that enable people who have the closest bonds with them to have and use power. Dragons do not have to be gods or be believed as gods because religion is not what this is about so much as what gives humans the most ability to have as many economic, political, and material benefits? Dragons are power, as gods and spirits can be power. Dragons grant their riders the ability to gain and maintain power. Therefore, the reaction to that, like that of real ancient peoples and some medieval examples, is to marry their cousins, sisters, uncles, etc.

So we have a repeat of what humans have done, not for "genuine attraction", for thousands of years.

And I'm not talking about morality here, I'm talking about facts.

E)

(Link to AWoIaF wiki page)

First-cousin, avunculate, and step-relation marriage don't count as incest to you, anon?

First cousins share at least one grandparent. Why do you think real-life royals/Westerosi royals/nobles are okay with first-cousin incest, or that the Faith allows such a thing and doesn't view it as incest despite first cousins clearly being close family members no matter how you slice it? So again, why allow first cousins and avunculate marriages at all?

It's because they share a grandparent and thus they both share a claim. Just as a dragon rider has the blood to bestow their kids to ride dragons and already share with their brother/sister/cousin/uncle/etc.

The more direct or close or straight-laced the blood, the more claim you have. It's it is the most convenient for ancient/feudal politics, which had grown the concepts of clans (clannism) and "houses" pretty much all over the world, in some form or another. The more you can claim your future kids are directly descended from whatever spirit or god your rule claims legitimacy from, (ancient Egypt, the sun god, for example) the more claim/legitimacy you and your kids will have to rule.

So, why do the nonTarg Westerosi nobles practice first-cousin marriage exist (which is incest), if not because they believed that their cousins and they themselves had god-like blood and lineages (ex.Garth the Gardner) or just because their ancestors were "great" leaders who "passed on" their own abilities? Or really, accrued connections, wealth, longevity THROUGH MARRIAGE, AND KEEPING IT AS CLOSE TO THE FAMILY AS POSSIBLE (one way, but a consistent way, a way they have depended on for thousands of years)?

The foremost point of incestuous marriages in all these societies was to maintain and assure everyone around you that your kids/your claim is "true" and to allocate the available resources (or set of possible ancestral claims) your spouse/you have to who the most to gain from said unions, present or future wise.

Aegon V and Betha Blackwood wanted to arrange their kids' marriages and didn't prioritize love for their kids despite themselves marrying for love.

Aegon V was decidedly against the Targ practice of sibling marriage. Yet their kids Shaera and Jaehaerys II disobeyed them and continued on to marry out of mutual desire. No grooming.

Aegon IV was not in love with his sister Naerys. He hated her and abused her and their brother out of jealousy and fear of his brother's strength, reputation, and public respect. Aegon IV and Naerys, brother, and sister, were arranged by Viserys II.

Aegon had nonTarg/unrelated mistresses and affairs, sometimes simultaneously and a few for years on end: Melissa Blackwood, Barbra Bracken, and Bellegere Otheyrs are just a few. Viserys II--Naerys, Aegon IV, and Aemon the Dragon Knight's father--did not arrange for Aegon IV to have mistresses as well. No grooming.

Daena did not sleep with her cousin the future Aegon IV because she loved him--she did it to combine claims and give her child one, claim back the power that her uncle Viserys II took for Baelor I for herself and the child.

Daeron II married neither for love nor desire to a Martell, nor made his sister Daenerys marry another Martell thinking she loved Maron (when there were already rumors of her loving Daemon Blackfyre, their brother).

Daeron II did not marry a Martell because he loved her, but only to finally bring the Dornish into the Targ/Westerosi realm. And Aegon IV neither his Naerys, (his and Daenerys' parents) arranged either of their matches. No grooming.

Aerys I notably had no kids with his cousin-wife Aelinor Penrose, and it's rumored they never even had sex.

Maekar and his wife Dyanna Dayne were not a love match. Yet they had several kids.

Aerys II and Queen Rhaella were not a love match and though it began amicable if not romantic, it devolved into abuse similar to Aegon IV and Naerys.

Visenya proposed Rhaena marry Maegor, not thinking of love or desire or romance at all.

Aegon, Visenya's brother, was traditionally/customarily obligated to marry her. He was not in love with Visenya, even though he was in love with their other sister Rhaenys (and you can be in love with two people at once, yet GRRM makes it a point to show us he only romantically loved Rhaenys [one sister], and would not take other wives the Westerosi lords offered to him).

Of course, there are going to be love matches/marriages of love and thus exceptions to the "marriage is for politics" phenomenon since life is never as black and white as that, and human emotions are changeable (and GRRM creates a universe that is not black and white regarding human emotions and politics and history, his goal for his world to mimic those aspects of humanity): Aegon V and Betha Blackwood; Duncan Targaryen and Jenny of Oldstones; Samantha Tarly and Lyonel Hightower, and many more.

And there are marriages of politics that grow into genuine love, incest or not.

The paths that society/models of cultural or political identity create for power's sake can and often also open up paths for desire.

Hence this Twitter post by GRRM himself:

Jaehaerys and Alysanne were not actually the highest standard of a romance anyone should have nor even inside the world of ASoIaF (apart from the Westerosi cultural narrative), since their marriage degraded over the years and they started out not really understanding the other.

Alysanne and Jaehaerys were actually slated to marry outside of the Targ tree. After their elopement to Dragonstone their mother Alyssa Velaryon, and Jaehaerys' Hand, Rogar Baratheon, tried to get them to annul their marriage and break them apart.

Alyssa Velaryon was cousin to her husband (Alysanne and Jaehaerys' father) Aenys I. She was a Velaryon, a non-dragonriding Valyrian-descent house. Her two eldest kids, Rhaena and Aegon, were arranged to marry and married and had kids together. She knew why sibling marriage was the practice for Targs/dragonriders (power/tradition). the reason why she disfavored her kids marrying was not because she thought sibling marriage was wrong but because at the time she felt it was unsafe not just for them but for herself and the dynasty (Faith response after Maegor). She also did not think that love, desire, or attraction (which Alysanne and Jaehaerys had enough to run away and elope) was good enough to have her kids marry in the tradition of their house.

So no to the "The Targaryens are groomed from birth by their parents before them to view their own brother or sister as a potential spouse." Especially the "GRRM is clearly condemning incest."

Really, the love and desire between siblings and non-siblings are not directly caused by grooming, but by personal and political factors, some of which you have to parse out or will never truly identify as some will have to do with the individuals and how they individually perceive things and others.

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hi !!! my name is sarjant and this is my very ultra super secret blog specifically for tickling !!! (amping up dramatics for my intro)

im an artist who’s been drawing for the majority of my life like i Literally cannot remember the time I didn’t pick up pencils to draw so this is mostly gonna be an art blog, maybe I’ll repost things if I get less shy… speaking of I’ve hardly ever used tumblr in a posting way, so everything I do will look awkward HELP SORRY

ok so dni list sighs… dni if you’re just like. A bigot, you should already know you cannot be in public settings. Same if you’re a freak who like ‘proship’ content I fucking hate saying that word it’s like a euphemism trapped in one word. Dni if you’re a zionist pig you are worth less than the shit I just took. Dni if you’re a fucking freak is what im saying ALSO you’re kinda on thin ice if you like hazbin hotel or helluva boss… because the shows just get on my nerves LMAO you guys aren’t freaks unless you like vivzie, if we ever become friends don’t talk to me about the show pls

don’t dm first if you’re like. 24 and up… it’s nothing you did, it’s just that… im still in highschool and you can legally drink so it’s just a weird relationship y’know. you can still reblog and like my art and stuff just don’t dm first !!! if you have no minors in your bio I’ll respect it and won’t dm first either (plus not interact with you altogether)

this blog is strictly sfw, tickling is my special interest so if you come and sexualize my interests on MY BLOG i'm gonna be pissed and wish you the worst and block you

BUT I THINK THATS ABOUT IT I won’t list interests (is one of them obvious) because im pretty sure if I do the tag will come up on normal bloggers SO BYE GUYS

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Tickling! Plus Ultra! 1

“Why do I have to come again? We already sleep in the same damn building, so what’s the point?” Bakugo groaned, pressing his forehead against the doorframe of his dorm. Kirishima smiled at him. He was wearing a plain white shirt and fuzzy red pants with dragons all over it. If Bakugo was being honest, he thought that Kirishima looked very attractive in his pajamas. Not that he would ever say that out loud. Ever. 

“Because everyone is already downstairs and ready for the games! We’re just waiting on you.” Kirishima said, tilting his head a little bit. Bakugo huffed and turned away to hide his blush. He shoved his hands in his sweatpants.

“Okay, fine. But don’t expect me to participate in any stupid shit,” Bakugo huffed and began following his friend down to where the others were waiting in the main room. Everyone was now in their pajamas. There had been a bottle laid down, but Iida was lecturing the others about acting immaturely. Mineta was whining about it.

“Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed, waving Bakugo over to where the others were sitting in an oddly shaped circle. Deku, unsurprisingly, was wearing a pair of fuzzy blue pants with Allmight faces all over it along with a shirt with Allmight on it as well. Bakugo didn’t even need to see what kind of slippers he was wearing to know that they were also probably Allmight themed.

“Don’t overthink this, Deku. I’m just here so that Kirishima doesn’t complain to me all night,” Bakugo grumbled as he sat down. Kirishima plopped down next down to him, their legs touching ever so slightly. That worked with Bakugo though. As much as he liked the crazy haired red head, he still needed some time to actually admit it openly. It seemed that Kirishima didn’t really need for him to say it aloud though, which made him feel a little more relaxed.

“How about we play Truth or Dare? That’s fun!” Urarakasuggested once Iida sat back down.

“Truth or dare can be hot.” Mineta said, ogling over Momo as she stretched her arms over her head with a yawn.

“I am going to have to insist that we have some rules regarding this new game!” Iida said, chopping at the air. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to agree.” Momo said with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared daggers over at Mineta who just waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Alright then, we are agreed. First rule, nothing we cannot ask any of our fellow students to admit to anything suggestive or do anything suggestive.” Iida said, pushing his glasses up his face. 

“And we probably shouldn’t do any damage to the building or each other,” Ochako said, waving her hand around in general. 

“This game isn’t gonna be any fun,” Bakugo huffed and he began to get up. Kirishima caught him by the wrist and pulled him back down. What was the point of this game if he couldn’t make two students fight to the death? It just seemed like they were just going to ask each other about crushes which was beyond boring to him.

“It’ll be fun! I’ll start!” Mina said, jumping up and looking around quizically. “Tsu! You first! Truth or dare?”

Tsuyu straightened up, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She had been off in her own world, not really paying attention to everyone as they bickered about the games and the rules.

“Uh, truth?” She responded. 

“Okay,” Mina began, “Are frogs your favorite animal or is it really something else?”

“Well…” Tsuyu thought for a moment, looking up as she thought over the different animals that she liked. “I would have to say cats. They’re very sweet, though of course frogs are very easy to relate to.”

“Huh. Never pegged you as a cat person.” Mina murmured before sitting back down. She gestured for Tsu to continue. Tsuyu got up and looked around for a moment before pointing at Jiro.

“Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Dare.” Jiro responded confidently, twirling one of her earphone jacks between her fingers. 

“I dare you sing a random song in a scottish accent,” Tsu said and sat back down. 

“Lame dare.” Bakugo grumbled under his breath. Kirishima elbowed him in the ribs. 

Jiro stood up and began singing Jingle Bells in the worst scottish accent any of the 1-A students had ever heard. Soon, just about everyone was laughing. Even Iida was cracking a smile. The only one who didn’t seem impressed was Kacchan Bakugo. He just sat there with an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Kirishima, truth or dare?” Jiro said once she had finished.

“Dare,” Kirishima said, leaning forward. He looked a little too excited to embarrass himself in front of his entire class. Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“I dare you to make Bakugo laugh,” Jiro said before sitting down.

“That’s stupid. You can’t rope me into your dumb dares,” Bakugo huffed, shaking his head. 

Kirishima turned towards Bakugo with a smile that was not unlike a shark’s. Shitty hair was definitely planning something and Bakugo wasn’t sure if he was going to like it. He leaned back, looking Kirishima up and down and trying to figure out what exactly the plan was.

Then, it clicked.

“Wait–” Bakugo began, putting up both of his hands defensively, but it was already too late. Kirishima pounced on him and began digging his fingers into Bakugo’s sides.

Bakugo went rigid. Of course it tickled, but he wasn’t about to let the whole class know. He was supposed to the the badass, the next number one hero. He couldn’t let the others know his weakness was something this…this childish.

“Aw, what’s wrong King Explosion Murder?” Kirishima asked, that shark like smile still spread across his face. Bakugo glared at him.

“I’m gohonna…” Bakugo began. A giggle had slipped and he clamped his lips shut before anything else could get out. The laughter was beginning to build up in his chest.

“What was that?” Kirishima asked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

“Careful, he sparks when he’s tickled,” Midoriya chimed in, scooching away from where Bakugo’s fists were clenching and unclenching. Bakugo’s head whipped over to turn his glare to Deku.

“What?!” the entire class erupted, and suddenly the eyes of pretty much every single 1-A student was on Kirishima and Bakugo.

“He’s ticklish?” Uraraka asked.

“That’s…kinda cute, man.” Denki said.

“Most people have sensitive nerve endings. It is quite common,” Iida chimed in with a small nod. 

“You guys could help you know.” Kirishima said.

“This is supposed to be your dare, but…okay.” Jiro said before moving in next to Bakugo. Her hands joined the fray. Bakugo let out a small noise, trying to push himself away from the two of them. 

“Oh, you’re not getting away.” Kirishima said and used a hand to grab his wrists. He held them above Bakugo’s head and then used his harden quirk to keep them up there.

“You are so dead, shitty hair.” Bakugo growled. Kirishima stuck out his tongue. 

  Jiro began poking and prodding around Bakugo’s stomach and sides. Bakugo squirmed and jolted slightly. It seemed like she was meticulously mapping out which areas got the biggest jump or the most effort to muffle a laugh. Kirishima made a claw with his hand and hovered it over Bakugo’s left underarm. Bakugo was definitely sweating now. He could feel that something bad was about to happen. Like the calm before the storm. The two were just waiting for–

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!” Bakugo laughed when the two of them both descended with their tickling fingers. Jiro had zeroed in on two areas, one just to the left of his navel, and his lower rib on his right side. Kirishima was clawing at his armpit – easily his most ticklish body part. 

Sparks began flying from his hands, though they fell harmlessly on Kirishima’s hardened hand. 

“GUHUAHAHAHAYS STHAHAHAHAP I’LL KIHIHIHIHILL YOUHOHOHOHO” Bakogu barked in laughter, his feet kicking out as he struggled against the three tickling hands. There was no escape from the tickle torment.

“Wow that is a lot less threatening when he’s laughing,” Deku murmured.

“Aw, his laugh is so cute!” Mina exclaimed. 

“I never would have guessed he was so ticklish.” Momo said with a soft smile.

“FUHUHUHUCK YOUHOHO” Bakugo laughed, shaking his head.

“You sure are talkative. Think we can fix that, Jiro? Plus Ultra?” Kirishima said, looking over his shoulder at his tickler partner. 

“Plus Ultra.” Jiro responded and now her earphone jacks were tossed into the mix. One began poking around Bakugo’s stomach randomly while the other sent small pulses of vibrations into Bakugo’s navel. Kirishima also began digging his thumb into Bakugo’s underarm.

Bakugo went absolutely ballistic. His head was thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn’t get out a coherent sentence as he was just overwhelmed by the otherwhelming feeling of being put through ticklish hell. Sparks began flying more frequently from his hands, sounding like distant fireworks. 

It was only when a stray spark hit Kirishima’s now non-hardened hand that the intense tickling stopped. Kirishima flinched and brought back both hands. Once Bakugo’s hands were free, he shoved Jiro away by her shoulders. He curled up in a ball, still giggling. 

Neither of the ticklers were harmed. Jiro just sat back on her heels while Kirishima sucked on the part of his hand that still stung. 

“Well, guys, I’m sure Kacchan doesn’t want to play anymore after–” Kirishima began. He felt pretty good about the hell he had put Bakugo through, but there was a feeling that maybe Bakugo could have one longer because…he enjoyed it maybe.

“Deku.” Bakugo said, huffing as he attempted to breathe again. “Truth…or…dare?”

Midoriya looked like he was in shock. He had honestly thought that Bakugo would run off to his room after being tickled like that. But, even with that, he wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that.

“Truth!” Deku squeaked out. Bakugo growled softly, feeling as if he was cheated.

“Where is your most ticklish spot, Deku?”

(8/25)

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[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

#mha #mha tickle #lee!bakugou #ler!midoriya #ler!deku #ler!todoroki #ler!ojiro #ticklish!bakugou #kiribaku #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #my hero acedamia #mha bakugo #mha ojiro #mha todoroki #mha kirishima #mha deku #mha midoriya

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Hi! Can I request todoshindeku + 💚Sweet Pea: “Is this a bad spot?”, please?

Cuuute! I gotcha covered, anon!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?"

Midoriya knew what he was getting into when he chose the middle spot during cuddles.

He knew there was a possibility of Shinsou running his hands along his back, tracing random patterns against the skin and ‘accidentally’ finding a tickle spot by the back of his ribs.

He knew there was a possibility that Todoroki, seeing this new development and hearing the green haired boy laughing, would turn to help, easily capturing Midoriya’s wrist in one hand and gently tickle him with the other.

He was aware of all these chances.

Hence why he took it.

“Is this a bad spot?” Shinsou cooed sweetly, tasering a rather ticklish spot along Midoriya’s ribs and making his boyfriend squeal, bubbly giggles and laughs dancing through the air and warming the hearts around him. “Hm, he’s rather ticklish there, don’t you think Shoto?”

The half-and-half hero huffed out a laugh, his own hand gently clawing and pinching at the sensitive skin along Midoriya’s belly, easily making the other blush crimson. “I think so, Hitoshi. I’d say Izuku’s really ticklish here too!”

“Ahehahahahhahahhahaha! Plehhahahhahahse whahahahhahahhait!” Midoriya cried, trying in vain to pull his arm down so he could hide his face. His smile was bright and happy, and the sounds of his giggles left his boyfriends swooning with awe. “Iihiihhiihihihit tihiihihihickles!”

“That’s what you wanted, yeah?” Shinsou teased, making the tips of Midoriya’s ears turn red.

“You aren’t saying stop- it must mean you're enjoying yourself.” Todoroki replied, earning a soft whine from his boyfriend.

“Yohohohohooohohu twhoohooohohohoho ahahahahhahre mehhahahhahaahhan!” Midoriya cackled, burying his face in his arm as the others kept up their playful assault. “Doohohohohohohn’t thehahahahhahse!”

“Aww! Us, mean?” Shinsou mock gasped. “And after we give you all the tickles you want!”

“How rude! Time for a plus-ultra raspberry!” Todoroki grinned, ducking down and blowing one into Midoriya’s neck, making him squeal.

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #sentence starters #mha/bnha #tickle #tickle dabble #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #'shinsou hitoshi #fluff

[duckymcdoorknob]

so um... who in 1a do you think would tickle their s/o to cheer them up when insecure? (Laughs nervously)

ohOHOH BUCKLE UP NONNIE FRIEND

Lemme give you 2 boys and 2 girls!

INTRODUCING:

Eijirou Kirishima

Baby boy would 100% tickle his s/o to make them feel better!

The whole fandom agrees that Kiri is a “chubby chaser” I rlly hate that term LMFAO

BUT THAT BEING SAID if they were insecure about their body?

Ohh buddy. Be ready to feel some TICKLES.

They would be loved on immediately.

“I just don’t know how you don’t like your thighs. I mean sweet MERCY these are my favorite pillows in the worlllddd” while squeezing the daylights out of them.

“LOOK AT YOUR WAISTLINE MY GOODNESS. HOURGLASS FIGURE!!” While tracing their sides.

“Are those abs I see??? No way! Let me make sure!!” While tracing lines on their stomach where abs would be.

If it was a physical feature, like short nails, thin hair, birthmarks, dry skin, he would pepper kisses all over the affected areas.

“Are you still sad?”

“yeah. Sorry.“

“This won’t do at all. Nopenopenope! Not whatsoever. It’s time to go plus ultra for your smile!!”

If you tell him you’re sad?

R u n

Mashirao Ojiro

You probably expected Denki or Izuku.

But Ojiro would just understand!!

He has a non-power quirk. It’s a physical attribute.

So he obviously got teased for it as a kid. He knows how it feels to be treated weirdly.

So if his s/o was sad, he’d start off by giving them SO many kisses. SO MANY.

Then he’d gently run his hands on the effected area of insecurity,

“Was... was that a giggle I heard?”

“N-no! Not at all! Mashi no- don’t you DARE!”

He’s not the best comforter, but he tries his hardest.

He will talk their ear off and sing of your praises until they give him a gentle grin.

Then his hands are on their tickle spot until they swear they’re happy again.

Mina Ashido

PLS SHE WOULDNT EVEN ASK WHAT’S WRONG!!!

She would just s e n s e they were sad, then lay between their thighs with her cheek on their stomach.

“Baby. I know you’re sad, so do you need any space?”

“No? Okay. Let me know if you want to talk about anything.”

When her s/o spills da beans, she will prop herself up and give her partner the biggest hug ever.

But then oh? What’s this? A new challenger appears? It’s Mina’s wiggling fingers!!

Tickle hugs>

Insecure abt body? She’s on them like white on rice.

“I just don’t get why you don’t looooove this body. I mean it’s so ticklish! It’s got a built in happy maker!!”

Insecure abt bodily feature?

“I mean honestly, it’s just a different kind of quirk. You’ve already got one, so having two is gonna be so beneficial for you.”

She casually says this while she’s wrECKING THEIR TICKLE SPOTS.

Kyoka Jirou

She’s a huge comforter

But she just doesn’t know what to say.

So she’s so huge on PDA to make sure her s/o feels better.

“I’ll just lay here with you if you don’t wanna talk.”

So she does.

If her s/o opens up? She tries her best.

Insecure about their body?

“You don’t ever have to worry about how you look. The only opinion that matters on your body is yours. If you think mine matters, then so be it, I love your body. So so so much. Because it cuddles me and hugs me when it’s happy or sad.”

Insecure about a bodily feature?

“Eh. So be it. All the greats have some kind of quirk. What makes you any different?”

“Can I try to cheer you up?”

Then BOOM

She’s so gentle like- Please.

#mashiro ojiro #ojiro mashirao #ler!ojiro #ler!kirishima #kirishima x reader #Ojiro x reader #Mina x reader #Jirou x reader #mha Kirishima x reader #mha Ojiro x reader #mha Mina x reader #mha Jirou x reader #ler!jirou #ler!mina #mha #my hero academia tickle #bnha #my hero academia #tickle #boku no hero academia #bnha tickle #kirishima eijiro #eijiro Kirishima #Mina Ashido #Ashido Mina #kyoka jiro #jiro kyoka #jirou #mha Kirishima #mha ojiro

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Plus Ultra

BakuDeku w/ Lee! Deku & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Ever since being enrolled in U.A. Midoriya won’t quit saying “Plus Ultra!” Whether it would be meaningful like when he was giving a pep talk, or stupid like when he was trying to open a jar of pickles. And Bakugou was getting annoyed.

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It started off as a beautiful day. The sun was slowly starting to peak out from behind the horizon, birds chirping a sweet tune, dew resting on the grass.

Bakugou opened his eyes, it was 630AM, he sat up and took a deep gulp of air. Enjoying the morning’s peace and quiet, sighing happily at the scene. Nothing could ruin his day.

Around 730AM, everyone else started to awake and emerge from their dorm rooms and into the common area. Small talk, morning greetings, and the smell of breakfast filled the air.

“Can you pass me the ketchup please?” Uraraka turned to ask Midoriya, while pointing at the red bottle that was next to him.

“Oh yeah of course!” Deku beamed her a smile as he passed her the bottle.

Uraraka fiddled with the cap for about a minute before sighing out loud, defeated.

“Deku can you open it?” She hands the bottle back to Deku, giving him a small smile and looking down at her food, slightly embarrassed. Imagine being a pro-hero in training and losing to a bottle of ketchup.

Deku notices her visual distress, “Hey, don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Go Plus Ultra! Focus all your strength and try again!” He shot her a wide smile.

Bakugou, who was sitting on the couch at the time, listening to their conversation, just rolls his eyes. “Go pLuS ULtRa!” He mocks, whispering to himself.

“You’re right Deku! Hand the bottle back!” Excitement and determination replaced her previous embarrassed face, as she grabbed the bottle from Deku before struggling a bit with the cap, but finally popping it off.

“Deku I did it!” Uravity exclaims, huge smile plastered on her face.

“Because you did it PLUS ULTRA!”

Deku and Uraraka laugh and continued to finish their breakfast before the school day started.

It was 830AM and the members of the Bakusquad were all seated in the common area impatiently waiting for Kirishima.

“Kirishima hurry up!” Mina sighed, looking at the red head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I forgot about the math worksheet! I have like 5 problems left!” Kirishima responded with a panic, trying to quickly solve the math problems in front of him.

“We’re going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up, then Aizawa sensei is gonna chew us out!” Denki said with a hint of fear laced in his words.

“Tch. Shitty hair, we better not be late because of you.” Bakugou snarled from his position on the couch.

Midoriya sat on the opposite side of the table Kirishima was working on. Deku was engrossed in his hero notebook, writing thoughts, making up strategies, all while mumbling to himself. The green haired boy snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a frustrated sigh coming from Kirishima.

“Kirishima are you okay?” Izuku asked with genuine concern.

“This last problem is hurting my brain!” Kirishima whined, erasing his previous markings and letting out another frustrated sigh when he dropped his pencil from erasing too hard.

“Don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Just make your brain go Plus Ultra!” Midoriya nodded as he gave Kirishima his nonhelpful advice.

The phrase made Bakugou once again roll his eyes. Make your brain go Plus Ultra? How are you even going to do that? That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Nobody with half a brain cell is going to believe they can make their stupid brain go ‘Plus Ultra’. Bakugou thought.

“You’re so right MidoBro!”

Of course Shitty hair is going to eat that crap up. Bakugou finished his thought. Scowl on his face as he scrolled through his phone, angrily listening to the conversation.

“And there, it’s done!” Kirishima sighed in relief as he shoved his now finished math homework into his backpack. “Thank you for encouraging me Midoriya! And thank you brain for going Plus Ultra!” Kirishima happy danced his way over to the Bakusquad. “Alright let’s head to class!”

Time was going by so slow. Bakugou felt like he’s been in the same class forever. When the bell finally rang he jumped with excitement.

Finally, my favorite class. Bakugou thought, a small grin creeping on his face. Gym.

Everyone got changed into their gym clothes and met Aizawa sensei at USJ.

“Okay students, I will be splitting you up into partners and you will have to work together to stay hidden. Me and some of the other teachers are going to try to catch you.” Aizawa stated, monotone.

“Like a game of hide and seek?” Mina asked, excited that training today was more of a game than actual training.

“Correct. The winning team gets a prize.”

Ooh’s and ahh’s filled the air as the students got psyched to play. All wondering what the special prize at the end was. Everyone was determined. It’s gonna be one hell of a game.

Aizawa quickly broke up the chatter. “Listen, partners are:

Aoyama & Ashido

Asui & Hagakure

Iida & Jiro

Kaminari & Koda

Kirishima & Mineta

Ojiro & Sato

Sero & Uraraka

Bakugou & Midoriya

Shoji & Yaoyorozu

Todoroki & Tokoyami”

“Trade partners.” Bakugou asked everyone. No way was he going to be stuck with his childhood friend, turned enemy, turned rival.

“There will be no trading partners.” Aizawa stated, pinching the bridge of his nose in a annoyance. “You have 10 minutes to think of a strategy, you can use the whole training center, there will be a bell that rings after your 10 minutes of planning, when the bell rings, you have approximately 6 minutes before the other teachers and I start hunting. Understood?”

“Yes!” Said all the students unanimously, quickly finding their designated partners and started planning their survival, working together flawlessly.

All except Bakugou and Deku.

“Come on Kacchan I think it would be better to hide in the forest so we can hide in all the trees!” Deku whined at the explosive blonde.

“Tch. No nerd, we’re going to the city.” Bakugou stubbornly argued.

Bickering went back and forth and before they knew it, their 10 minute planning time was up and the bell rang. Everyone started to scatter, running to their chosen areas. Bakugou and Midoriya were too caught up in fighting that they didn’t decide on a place, so they both just ran. No plan, just running.

They ended up in the city area and hid in what seemed to be like a little bomb shelter. It was a little room underground, they had to take some sketchy staircase hidden inside a bar to get there.

Breathing hard, they both looked at each other and nodded, agreeing this was a good place to hide.

As time went by, Deku tried to make conversation with the explosive blonde, but Bakugou just ignored the green haired boy the whole time.

They heard some commotion outside of their hiding spot. Sounds like another team was hiding near us and got caught. Bakugou thought.

15 minutes of hiding passed, and Deku had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling about Deku?” Bakugou asked with annoyance.

“This hiding place is so good! It’s like we’re hiding Plus Ultra!” Deku beamed, hands shaking from all the excitement.

Not that shit again.

“You know what. That’s it.” Bakugou said as he tackled Deku to the floor, both boys landing with a huge thump. “I’m sick of hearing ‘Plus Ultra’ come out of your mouth. Plus Ultra this, Plus Ultra that. I’ll show you Plus Ultra you nerd.” Bakugou pins Deku to the floor and pinning his arms above his head with one hand.

“Kacchan wait!” Midoriya begs, shaking his head while tugging at his hands to try to get Bakugou off, not sure what is going to happen to him.

Bakugou wastes no time as he shoots his free hand into Midoriya’s exposed armpit.

“AHHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAH KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAN!” Midoriya laughs out, surprised.

“Every time you speak all i hear is ‘Plus Ultra,’ so I’m going to take your advice nerd, and tickle you. Plus. Ultra.” Bakugou teases, with emphasis on the last two words, digging in a little harder into the green hairs’ armpit.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” Midoriya squeezes his eyes shut, kicking his legs miserably.

A distant memory floods Bakugou’s mind. It was back in their elementary days. The two boys were in this same position, Deku a giggling mess under Kacchan. They had just finished school, and Deku was in a rather sad mood, and Bakugou cheered him up with tickles. Things were simpler back then, Bakugou thought to himself, a genuine smile forming on his face as he thought of his childhood. He was brought back to reality when he heard a small scream.

“NGA! KAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” The broccoli headed boy cried out with laughter, trying to buck the blonde off of him.

Bakugou responded with an evil laugh, and released Midoriya’s wrists, and used both of his free hands to dig into Deku’s ribs. Resulting in waves of high pitched shrieks from Deku.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHCCHAN HAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY! SOHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHONE HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Midoriya’s eyes started to collect puddles of mirthful tears, as he endured the ticklish torture.

“Tch. Deku, nobody can hear you down here. Guess you’re just gonna have to take it, and go…….?” Bakugou paused, words laced with that teasing tone that Midoriya couldn’t help but blush at. Continuing to assault Deku’s ribs, waiting for an answer.

“PLUHUHUHUHUS UHUHUHUHULTRA HAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT!” Midoriya spat back, shaking his head, hoping the blonde had enough fun tickling the shit outta him.

Bakugou moved his fingers rhythmically, up and down Deku’s ribs, almost like playing a piano, not letting a single rib escape from his tickle attack.

“Oh-hoho, now you’re getting it.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he looked at the scene beneath him. “And now for the best part.” With those words, Bakugou stopped his fingers. And Midoriya’s eyes grew wide.

“No no no Kacchan, you know I can’t take it there.” Midoriya blurted out through gasps of air, tired from the previous attack, but still trying to push the explosive blonde off of him trying to protect himself.

“But what’s that thing you always say?” Bakugou pressed his fingers into his chin creating a thinking pose. “Hmmm, oh yeah! Don’t worry! You know what you need to do?” Bakugou’s hands lowered themselves to each side of Midoriya’s hip bones.

“Go.” Bakugou started to knead softly at Izuku’s hips. Resulting in loud giggles from the boy.

“Plus.” Bakugou added more pressure, circling his fingers on the sensitive bone. Louder laughter exploded from the boy.

“Ultra!” Bakugou dug his fingers into Deku’s hips and Deku lost his shit.

“KAHAHAHAHAA-” Deku couldn’t even finish his attackers name before he fell into silent laughter. His hipbones were the most ticklish and he couldn’t last very long once someone started tickling him there. Since they were younger, Bakugou would always use this little piece of information to his advantage.

The green haired boy’s tears finally fell from his eyes, leaving his cheeks tear stained. Midoriya’s arms flailed and tried to remove the explosive blonde’s hands away from his death spot. Failing of course.

About a minute later, the tickling slowed, until it finally came to a stop. Bakugou’s hands resting on the boy’s hips.

Residual giggles left Deku’s lips, and Bakugou hopped of his waist. Deku sat up, enjoying his freedom. Bakugou’s eyes were fixated on Midoriya. His hair a mess from the attack he just endured, cheeks still a little damp from mirthful tears, sweat building on his forehead. Bakugou mentally awed at the sight.

Midoriya could feel the stares coming from his childhood friend, and turned to face him, eyes meeting with each others. Deku gave Bakugou a smile and Bakugou looked away.

“Tch. Don’t think we’re friends or something, I just wanted you to shut it with that Plus Ultra shit.” Bakugou scoffed, permanent scowl plastered on his face. He knew that was a lie.

Midoriya was just about to reply when they heard loud bells, and an announcement that followed. “2 teams left! Who will be the last to survive?!” Both boys heard Present Mic practically scream out.

The game wasn’t over.

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