#villain: sick-ler

[mha-quotes-and-such]

The thing with Sick-ler and libraries is so funny because it shows that, no matter how evil you are, as long as you respect the place and return the books the librarians will be a-okay with you.

Based on every librarian I’ve ever met its 100% true. Sick-ler isnt loved by librarians for his terrible personality or questionable morals, but because he carries books like you would carry a baby and always uses a bookmark instead of dog earring it

#not a quote #ask #scarecrows oc tag #villain: sick-ler

[bestanimatedmovie]

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Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse:

It had a very big impact on meme culture. And a really catchy soundtrack. Plus it has the silly sexy green man. What more could you want from a film.*

The Once-ler and the let it die song. This movie is glorious.

It is legit the mother of all great animated movies nowadays. From Mitchells vs the machines to the new mutant mayhem movie! The plot is so good and you can really see character development from almost all of the characters, plus the designs are BANGER.

THE MUSIC?? TOP FUCKING TIER. THE CASUAL DIVERSITY? IT ALSO HAS LITERALLY THE BEST SHOT IN CINEMATIC HISTORY (Miles rising after taking his leap of faith)

BRO THE ANIMATION IS SO SICK. The amount of sheer effort put into this movie is insane. The character growth was so amazing to watch and such a great movie to analyze. Best scenes are obviously the leap of faith. Actually gorgeous. And also the scene where aunt May sees Peter b after her Peter died. Her “you look tired, Peter” is just so heartfelt

Where the hell do I even start. The visuals are incredible and the plot is engaging. Every scene is perfect.

This film has EVERYTHING. Humor, action, inspirational scenes, kickass music, absolutely killer animation, an art style that is an homage to comic books, loveable characters, a talking pig, DR OLIVIA OCTAVIUS, I could go on

This is the best superhero movie ever made, the leap of faith is one of the best movie scenes of ever

The animation style is better than all the others, and makes the movie funnier too! The representation is also good, and the romantic storyline isn't too prevalent in the movie. Probably the best animation Marvel has made. My favorite scene is when the villains show up to Aunt May's house -- its my favorite fight scene!

I’m sure this movie’s been submitted already because it’s arguably the greatest animated film of all time. I have a personal connection to it because I saw it in theaters on opening night with my late father, and we both loved it and I still do. The animation is revolutionary and it’s one of the only 3 movies that make me cry.

gsksvbsvsbsvs I love everything about it, I love the animations, the story, the soundtrack also the style of animation AAAAAA its so beautiful its art it belongs in a museum i get goosebumps everytime I rewatch it

It’s just so good. All the characters are amazing and I love Miles dad. It’s hilarious and sparked my love for spider-man. It’s such a sweet movie about finding yourslef and has such a powerful message. I totally recommend it so I’m not adding spoilers, but like. Ohhhh, it’s so good.

Interesting villains, well-developed character arcs, a fresh take on Spider-Man, unique use of animation, funny, good use of multiverse that adds to the nature of the story being told, complicated character dynamics

It's the best animated movie because A: it takes one of the most well known comic characters of all time, kills him off in the first few minutes, and then shows you every cooler version of him. B: Has a large amount of representation in its main cast, considering that they're all versions of Spiderman, and that requires a white guy by default. C: everything in it is so well done I can't pick a favorite scene, but the most iconic is the jump off the skyscraper window.

The animation is incredible, the movie has so much story and heart, and there’s a perfect balance between humor and seriousness. And the soundtrack slaps

This is probably the best animated film I've ever seen. The animation is definitely the highlight, the way they blend comic book art styles and 3D animation is an absolute joy to look at and is so overwhelmingly creative, every frame of this movie is gorgeous. The impact this had on the industry is undeniable, as we start to see more and more movies getting more creative with their animation styles. It's not just the animation though. All of the characters are entertaining, all of the jokes land and the story is really well done. It leaves me blown away every time I watch it.

This movie kind of changed the western animation industry from the ground up. Apart from being expertly written, funny, and heartfelt, it is also stellarly animated, with a unique visual style that takes direct inspiration from the comic books it adapts and mixes 2d- and 3d-animation in a way and to a degree that hadn't really been seen before in western mainstream. Its critical and monetary success paved the way for mainstream 3d animation to open up to new and excitingly stylised movies that were like a breath of fresh air between the generic Pixar-style animation that had been the largely unchanged norm in the industry since Toy Story circa twenty years earlier**. ITSV divides the screen like panels on a comic page, it uses dots and lines for shading and gradients, doesn't shy away from lowering framerates for stylisation, and makes liberal use of onomatopoeia, both to comedic and dramatic impact. Impact frames and SFX are often hand-drawn and stunningly colourful, and even the simple dialogue scenes astonish with an expressiveness and realism in their depiction of emotions that makes me rewatch a two-second scene of Miles laughing fifteen times in a row. My favourite scene has to be the What's Up Danger scene, the emotional climax of the movie. Set to an absolute banger of a song, it is the moment the entire film has been building up to. I won't spoil anything plot-wise in case you somehow haven't seen this movie, but both from an emotional and a visual standpoint it is Fucking Dope. Conclusion: Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse is my favourite movie of all time and I could talk about it for hours. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. Thank you.

Have you SEEN the Whats Up Danger/rising and falling scene? it's a work of art that makes me fall in love with storytelling all over again whenever I see it. Also the impact that it's had on animated film is absolutely being felt at current, if incrementally. Incredible film.

It has an amazing art style based on comics and mixed up due to genre differences. It's really fun and the characters are great, even the side ones. The story line is great and I love Miles and his family.

*Mod note: errr, quite a lot more than memes and music actually

**Mod note: amen

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[sallage]

The Milkman - NSFW

The Wheel AU

Part 1 

Warning: This is an intense tickle fic!

Summary: It had been years since Bakugo had last stepped foot outside of the city. Graduating U.A. at the top of his class, interning and working for The Genious Office, and making a name for himself had been cake once Deku was suspended. The first few months, he'd hardly thought about the nerd. After that, not at all. What he didn't know, was that the life he'd grown acustomed to was about to derail in one of the most sadistic and twisted ways he'd never thought possible.

Pairing: Lee Pro Hero Bakugo, Ler Villain Deku

Words: 10,466

Reading Time: 41 Minutes

A/N: Holyyyyyyyyyy shit. This is the longest fic I have ever written. I had sooooooo much fun writing this and I'm actually kind of proud of it.... just a little(: Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!!

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The room was mostly empty. 

Bakugo was blindfolded, but he could sense it. He could tell by the way the metallic clang of the chains clamoring around his neck reverberated off of the walls. The bastard had fucked with Bakugo enough for him to learn how sound worked in a small room, which is why his heart was already in his throat when he felt a tug against the icy narrow band, which he’d learned the hard way, meant stop.

So he did.

“Good boy.”

Bakugo growled, a low animalistic noise from deep within his throat. If someone gave him one million attempts to predict his future, he never would have guessed this.

That he would end up a piece of meat for the nerd to fuck with for his own sick, demented pleasure. 

When Deku was suspended from U.A., Bakugo's graduation at the top of his class became effortless, with the internship and job at The Genius Office falling into place just as smoothly.

Once Bakugo had turned twenty-five years old, he had developed a high level of renown and respect as a hero. The final arc of his success was right there, literally in the palm of his hands. 

Then everything went to shit.

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Reports of a faceless crime lord monetizing black market drugs and illegal erasure darts on the dark web were far from unknown. However, an anonymous tip had led them to discover a money laundering outpost posing as a trading card store. After years of coming up empty, Bakugo was itching to discover something, anything useful.

All they had to do was monitor the establishment.

Bakugo couldn't see the use of the three men sent to scout with him, especially after the store had closed, so he’d sent them home with a note reviewing the new tracker that had been implanted in their gums. The technology was new and not widely tested yet, plagiarizing elements of skin and bone, so Bakugo was confident that the chip would be missed if he were somehow captured and searched.

He’d spend the next several hours watching.

Maybe he should have gone home after the fifth hour of quiet.

It wasn’t until four in the morning, when a small sliver of activity caught his eye.

A lone person in a black hood quietly exited the dark store.

Bakugo recognized the possibility of a diversion, that the person in the hood was simply meant to draw prying eyes away from the store while other things went on behind the scenes. Bakugo had seen the trick used before.

But he couldn't help but feel… drawn.

So he followed them.

The thought to report an update was fleeting.

The hooded figure remained silent and unperturbed. Bakugo kept a safe distance in the shadows, his soft footfalls masked by the rising pitch of the winding river and bridge ahead. The figure's movements remained consistent and steady as they both crossed, the city now but a shimmering dot in the darkened distance.

They crossed into ghostly, suburban territory. 

After around ten minutes, a graffitied public school park looming under a broken flickering street light caught his attention.

A twinge of familiarity ran down his spine.

Distracted, Bakugo didn’t see the hooded figure round the sidewalk. Cursing, he rushed to catch up.

When he’d rounded the corner, they were standing in the center of the street, staring at some old, tragedy stricken apartments with their hands casually slung into their pockets.

Bakugo considered the situation, and his eyes narrowed as he contemplated initiating a confrontation. The very small and mature voice he’d annoyingly developed in his mind told him to think about his endgame. If he rushed the shady bastard now, he would tip off the villain operation and everything they’d learned up to that point would be as useful as dirt. He’d need to have reasonable proof and all he’d had was a stupid feeling.

Bakugo gritted his teeth and growled under his breath. He’d wanted to confront the fucker and kick his ass, but it was too early to have a full picture of what was really going on. The store could simply be that, a store, with nothing more to it.

He rolled his eyes and before he could talk himself out of it, took careful steps away in an attempt to slip back out, then paused. Maybe if he could catch a glimpse of their face…

“My mother still lives here.”

Bakugo's body went completely still. His breath stopped in his throat, and his heartbeat pounded in his chest like a hammer against steel.

The figure lowered their hood, glowing green eyes trained on the apartments.

Bakugo blinked. Everything else fell away from him.

“Everyday I think she’d leave, especially after I destroyed the neighborhood. Do you think she’s still waiting for me?”

He should have left right then and there.

Instead, Bakugo rose from his crouch and slowly walked out onto the street. Each step he’d taken had an undeniable ferocity to it, his eyes like two burning embers that could turn into an inferno at a moment's notice.

It was the fucking high school drop out. And he knew Bakugo was following him. He’d probably known it the second he’d left the store, maybe even before. 

“Izuku.”

“Kacchan.”

The familiar nickname wasn't spoken with the same fondness that it had once been uttered with, instead carrying a tone that made it sound more like an insult.

Gone was the silly, quirky, and fun-loving person that was filled with goodness and joy. In his place stood a dangerous, predatory, and threatening presence. In his eyes no longer shined the bright light of his once golden heart, but instead the glimmering of a cold and dangerous predator.

“Don’t do this! Please don’t let them take it, Kacchan!”

Bakugo scowled at him, his palms grew hot. 

“Why the hell are you here?”

He should’ve reported the update. Hell, he should’ve called in the entire damn agency.

Deku’s voice was steady, eyes trained on the apartments. “You didn’t like our walk down memory lane?”

Bakugo’s eyes sparked.

The playground, the river, the fucking card store.

Bakugo bristled. He should have known. It was obvious. “Answer the fucking question.”

Black tendrils slowly slithered out of Deku’s back. Bakugo’s palms sizzled.

“No one’s talked to me like that in a long time.”

Without so much as a twitch as a warning, one of the tendrils struck. Bakugo quickly shifted and dodged, failing to realize that Deku had simply struck the ground just next to where the blonde once stood, intentionally pushing him right into a hulking frame standing silently off to the side, who wrapped massive arms around Bakugo’s chest from behind. 

His palms crackled and sparked with the orange and red of his quirk, building up and igniting in a devastating explosion that engulfed them both in a calamitous blaze of volatile force. 

Somehow, deep in the heat, he felt a sudden and painful sting on the side of his neck. 

In an instant, the heat and power from his attack subsided, dissolved by the abrupt numbing sensation that spread through his body and left his hands smoking and twitching. His body tingled, all of his senses numbed and weakened.

“Motherfffuuhh-”

Another sting, and his vision wavered and blurred. He shook his head, fighting against it.

It was a fucking trap. Set For him. 

He’d known he was going to pass out and these fuckers were going to take him. He’d wanted to fight it with as much defiance and disrespect as he could. Profanities spewed from his lips accompanied by worthless sparks that popped from his numb, useless hands. His eyes seared into Deku, but the villain’s eyes remained locked on the apartments, not even sparing him a sideways glance before whatever drug they injected him with finally overwhelmed his senses.

He’d woken up in the same damn room he’d been staying in for the past week.

Over the course of that week, Bakugo had fought harder than he ever had in his entire life. He’d bitten fingers, head butted anyone within range, and spat. His mouth proved to be as dangerous as his quirk, but three days in the muzzle and firmer restraints taught him to use his talents sparingly.

As expected, they’d missed the tracker during the strip search. He’d woken up with it warm against his tooth, confirmation that someone was indeed looking for him.

So he’d reserved his energy, save for every few minutes or so when he would religiously check if the quirk erasure dart was still active, hoping to catch it before they’d eventually inject him again.

On his first night, blindfolded, cursing and thrashing, they’d shoved him into a chair and bound his legs to it along with his arms to a hanging contraption above his head. It took seven of them to eventually subdue the aggressive pro hero, all of them walking away with some kind of injury.

Deku didn't make an appearance that night, but the orders to his grunts were clear.

Extract any information Bakugo had uncovered about their operations.

Bakugo was expecting to be tortured. He’d mentally prepared himself for it the moment he’d woken up in this shit hole. And he was, just not in the way he was expecting.

Deku didn't want to dignify Bakugo with a formidable excuse for when he eventually gave up. He wanted to humiliate him.

For the first three days, he was brutally and sadistically tickle tortured.

When the method of torture was revealed, to say that Bakugo was flabbergasted would be an understatement. He’d imagined needles under the nails or flaying. Hell, he was even expecting something ironic like being branded or burned alive. So when he was finally forced into the chair, the last of his flailing limbs secured, he braced himself for the kind of pain that would match the reputation Izuku created for himself, only to be startled by harmless and rough fingers and hands, ticklishly squeezing sensitive spots on his body.

The pro hero sneered and taunted the goons, under the impression he was safe for the time being. 

But of course, he would be proven wrong.

The grunts took their time and expertly learned his body. They triggered reactions and sounds Bakugo didn't know he could make and tormented spots he didn't even know were ticklish. After hours of meticulous work and charting, they’d put the information they gathered to blindingly effective use. Bakugo learned a few things about himself that night, things he would pay top dollar to forget.

And he’d weathered the torture by the skin of his teeth.

The second day, Deku made a personal appearance, and cracked him in less than an hour. Bakugo answered every single question asked of him, relevant or not.

Still, it wasn't enough for the damn masochist.

Deku didn't just want answers from Bakugo, he wanted him to pay.

So now, in the fourth day of hell, Bakugo has nothing to say or give that would spare him from whatever Deku planned. 

Today was purely about revenge.

A hard hand clamped on his shoulder and the blonde blindly stepped forward, letting the hand guide him.

He swallowed his resistance and it slid down his throat like sand.

The hand lifted. He paused.

Then there was light.

Bakugo blinked several times after the blindfold was lifted. The intensity of the dazzling lights in the room made his eyes squint and nose itch. His eyes landed on a tall, colorful object planted in the center of the room.

The Wheel.

Deku had seen fit to inject whimsy into his revenge plot with The Wheel: a colorful 20-slice abomination that would randomly determine how Bakugo would be tickled that day.

A fucking Wheel.

 Bakugo sizzled in place. He wanted to rip the bastard’s guts out and make him eat it. He wanted to kill him.

Deku blew Bakugo a kiss and strode towards it.

"Let's see what The Wheel wants us to do today." Deku winked and gave it a spin.

Bakugo's sense of how much time had passed was determined by how many times the wheel had been spun: 5, and this one made 6.

The Kennel

The Carwash

The Gang

The Hog

The Milkman

The wheel began to slow, its revolution enrapturing both Bakugo and Deku...

The dial stopped on The Milkman.

The door suddenly busted open and two grunts walked inside, carrying something that reminded Bakugo of a weird combination of a padded sawhorse and a spanking bench. There were cuffs towards the front where his arms would rest and vise versa where his calves would be placed. Towards the back of the middle cushion that would support his waist and hips, was a custom cut hole that looks like it could fit…

Bakugo’s eyes widened.

The smile that slithered onto Deku’s face was maniacal. 

Bakugo clenched his jaw, continuing to stare at the contraption even after Deku smugly faced him and tugged at the leash. 

“No.”

Tug

“Fuck. off.”

Deku cocked his head to the side, an amused expression squaring his face, as if Bakugo was a stubborn kid not wanting to get into the bath.

Tug tug tug tug-

“You mother fucking piece of stupid shit. I said no.”

“I don’t care.” Deku slurred, playing with the leash. “You don’t have a choice.”

Bakugo remained still. He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. But if the past few days had taught him anything, it was that without his quirk, resistance only lead to extreme suffering. The bitter pill? Deku knew his body better than he did. The largest explosion in the world wouldn’t be enough to tamper how he felt about that.

“I could force you,” Deku shrugged, reaching over to open the collar. “That would be easy. But I think it would be more entertaining for me to watch my men do it. And if they have to come in here again, they’re staying.” Deku smiled, encouraged by Bakugo’s visible frustration. “And participating.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. He knew that no matter what he did, he would end up on that fucking bench. His violent objections in the past had made quick work of him. Just thinking back to that damned tree…

When Deku gestured to the bench, Bakugo reluctantly obeyed.   

“Take everything off and get on.”

This was supposed to humiliate him. To make him compliant to his own torture. A sick kick back to those days in high school when he’d scream at anyone who dared to give him orders.

Cursing obscenities the entire time, he stripped off his clothes and laid face down onto the bench, carefully fitting his groin into the cushioned hole. 

Deku restrained him accordingly.

Thick, fur lined straps secured his wrists and ankles tightly. Another strap looped around his waist, and an added infinity loop tightly secured his lower thighs right above the bend of his knees, forcing his legs slightly apart and flush against the legs of the modded bench. 

Bakugo clenched his jaw and rested his forehead on the cool leather as Deku circled, lingering far too long right behind him.

“You really kept in shape.” Deku whistled.

“Fuck off and get this shit over with.”

“Excited to start?”

Bakugo jerked when he felt something ghosting lightly along both of his flanks, and he instantly knew it was Blackwhip. The touch felt feathery and ethereal, like cool fingers made of harmless, tickly sparklers. He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, grateful Deku couldn't see his face from this position.

“We have so much to catch up on.”

The ghosting along his sides curved inward, tracing and slithering over his stomach and hips. It slowly dragged back and forth, up and down over the smooth skin, making Bakugo want to claw it off.

The way he was positioned arched his back slightly, so he couldn't close that small gap that gave Deku easy access to those spots. The fucking bastard.

“We don’t have shit to do with nothin’.” Bakugo spat through his teeth, uselessly forcing himself to stay as still as possible. His stomach muscles twitched of their own accord though, instantly snitching on his stoic facade. 

“I think we do. I plan to make up for lots of lost time, Kacchan.” He goosed his ribs.

Bakugo flinched and clenched his jaw so tight, he felt the hurt in his neck. “Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Mmm. It never bothered you before. What’s different now?” 

Bakugo ground his teeth together. He jumped when he felt more tendrils start teasing the muscles on his back, tracing agonizing patterns and small circles right underneath his shoulder blades. A lone tendril slithered up his spine, slowing down just enough to trigger an involuntary lurching reaction Bakugo did every time he was touched right below the back of his neck. 

“You ffffucking-”

“Whats different now?” Deku repeated, sliding two tendrils up his spine this time.

Bakugo tensed his entire body and cringed, waiting for the tendrils to touch down on that stupid spot. Instead, he jumped when he felt them split up and caress over the top of his shoulders, tracing down to the little dip that made up the corners of his armpits. Bakugo’s arms strained, trying to push them back into himself and close the gap.

“I called you Kacchan our entire lives.” More tendrils pushed out from his back, wrapping around each of his ribs, softly vibrating in place, still tracing. Randomly, one would squeeze.

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me to stop.”

Bakugo inhaled sharply when he felt the tendrils at his shoulder blades slither down his back, the slow trek brought a curse to his lips. 

Deku didn't speak again until it teased around his lower back and touched down on his ass. 

Deku drew long and sensual circles along the soft, toned skin, causing Bakugo to twitch and huff puffs of air through his nose. Discovering his ass was ticklish was one of the things he would die to forget.

Deku’s voice was low. “The question wasn't rhetorical.” A firm squeeze to his ass made him him jump. “Or optional.”

Bakugo snarled. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.”

Deku chuckled and Bakugo seized when all of the tendrils started moving in different directions at once, all of them teasing the fuck out of him. Circles were drawn on either sides of his back, tendrils pressed inward towards his shoulder blades, along his spine, and behind his flanks. Two wafted up and down his stomach in different patterns with two more teasing the edges of his stomach. Two ghosted the rim of his armpits, occasionally dipping in smoothly, making him jump. Two teased his hipbones, occasionally dipping inward towards the inner thighs, tracing the crease right before his thighs became his crotch. The two on his ass stroked abstractly, making him twitch with each pass. He felt two additional tendrils ghost the back of his thighs and the hollows behind his knees.

He was moving around a lot now. Frustrated noises and loud puffs of air through his nose were quiet in comparison to how loud he made the bench squeak with his erratic movements. The occasional gasp left him when the tendrils tracing his ribs moved inward, playing with the sensitive spot right underneath his pecs, or that delicious spot right underneath his underarms. The occasional squeeze anywhere on his body forced him to jump. Regardless of sensitivity, all of his nerves were absolutely on fire.

 He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt two new tendrils slowly ghosting down his calves, stopping just over the heels of his feet. The only ones on his body not moving, and he was hyper aware of it.

Deku let Bakugo stew, watching the blonde lose more of his composure with every passing second. Bakugo pushed his head against the cool leather and balled his hands into shaking fists, his body starting to work up a sweat.

This was the kind of tickling he hadn’t experienced yet. It didn't make him hysterical, didn't make him scream until his throat hurt, and didn't make him thrash like his life depended on it, but it made him want to claw his fucking skin off. It tickled so fucking much, but it wasn't nearly intense enough for him to justify letting out any of the building tension through laughter. He couldn't fucking stand it.

For a hot five seconds, he went berserk on the bench. He yanked hard and bucked attempting to kick and thrash. Spittle flew from his clenched teeth and he growled when Deku watched him with a smirk, using the tendrils on the sides of his stomach to dip into a pocket of sensitive nerves right by his flanks. 

Bakugo dipped his shoulder inward and to the left, as if he could close off the gap that allowed Deku entrance. He groaned out loud and used his arms to buck once, twice, before being so fed up he couldn't handle it anymore.

“Fucking stop already!” He boomed. “If you’re gonna do it, then fucking get it over with, you pathetic coward!” The slow and methodical sensations were making him so fucking frustrated. He couldn't help the way his back arched, the way his head snapped back when the tendrils behind it slithered too close to his neck, the way his shoulders and arms jerked violently in an attempt shake off the tendrils, or the way his toes flexed and splayed regardless of the threat that ominously loomed inches away.

Deku chuckled again. “You’re so ticklish.”

Bakugo cursed when he felt two tendrils slowly gliding up the insides of his thighs. They traced the sensitive skin right next to his balls, curving up and down, spreading out and caressing the skin under his ass and back again. Bakugo spluttered and yanked hard at the restraints, the ticklish muscles in his arms flexing under the mischievous and ethereal touch of Blackwhip.

“You fucking loser ass villain bah-” The tendrils on his feet twitched. Bakugo’s mouth clamped shut.

“Hm?” Deku hummed, leaning his ear toward the heaving blonde.

“Fucker.” Bakugo cursed. “What the hell is it you want from me?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.” Deku gleefully mocked. 

“You’re a goddamn fucking moh-morohon!” Bakugo cursed, busying himself with another bout of frustrated thrashing when more tendrils swirled under his arms. “I’m not playing your backward ass games!”

Deku smirked. Without letting up on Bakugo’s treatment, he grabbed a chair and sat right next to the blonde, who had to tilt and rest his head on his left cheek to look Deku in the eyes.

“You’ll do whatever I want you to do.” He slurred, kicking his foot up on the edge of the bench where Bakugo’s shaking arm rested. 

The tendrils around his ribs prodded firmly. Bakugo flinched hard, unable to hold back the gasp that choked him.

“The day I got suspended from U.A.,” Deku’s eyes roamed shamelessly over Bakugo’s trembling body. The blonde straightened his head and closed his eyes, still painfully aware the tendrils on his feet were still as stone. Anxiety bubbled up in his throat. He knew Deku did it just to fuck with him. He fucking knew it.

“I begged you to help me.”

“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”

“Grrh! The school hahas rules, dumbass! Not my ff-fuckin’ fault you weh-went and broke ‘em!” Bakugo snapped. The damn tendrils never stopped moving, always switching places and finding new spots on his infinitely ticklish body. He was going to throw an aneurysm if it didn't stop.

Deku’s eyes darkened. “Not your fault, huh?”

Bakugo sneered. He couldn’t focus! “Damn it! If you got somethin’ to say, just fuckin- GAH!”

The tendrils on his heels traced slowly down his foot, spilling down his arch and wiggling slowly like a snake, tracing over his incepts, the sides of his feet, wrapping around to the tops and circling their tips around the balls. 

Bakugo released a large puff of air and slammed his forehead against the leather, breathing harshly through his teeth. He yanked hard on his arms, face turning red with titanium effort. He jolted and grimaced when two tendrils slithered under his toes, the others still circling along and around the balls of his feet. Just a ghost of a sensation, but it psyched the fuck out of him.

Two more tendrils, parallel of each other, traced down the sides of his feet, looped around down to the heal, then zipped up to the toes, following the outline of the undersides and back again to repeat. Two other tendrils appeared and started tracing the ticklish spot along where the arch melts into the heal and then two other tendrils outlined his calves and ankles.

Bakugo lifted his forehead just to slammed it again against the leather rest, frustrated agony sizzling at the corners of his mouth.

Deku smirked, reveling in Bakugo’s priceless reactions. “You’re acting like I’m shoving a burning knife through your gut. I bet you would prefer that.”

Bakugo huffed and growled, sweat dripping off his heated skin. “What… do you gohddamn… aaghh- want?!”

“Let’s play a game!” Deku quickly stood, knocking over the chair. All of the tendrils finally, finally stopped and Bakugo shamelessly let his entire body flop onto the bench. He barely took two much needed breaths before Deku whistled. Bakugo heard the door open behind him, but he was too exhausted to attempt to look. That was, until he felt someone crouch underneath the bench. His head jolted up and he was about to speak when he felt something wet squishy and warm envelop his entire manhood. Bakugo jerked up so hard he actually moved the bench slightly.

“What the fuck! What the fuck?!” Bakugo screeched, thrashing heavily again as the person underneath the bench fitted the squishy thing over Bakugo’s penis and balls. The person then stood and pulled two straps around Bakugo’s waist, tying them in a neat little bow above his ass. Bakugo saw a tan hand pass Deku a controller and without a word, whoever it was, left and closed the door behind them.

Deku palmed the controller, observing it as if he were a critic admiring a strokeless painting. Bakugo’s face turned red with anger, embarrassment, and everything in-between.

“What the fuck is that? What did your perverted ass minion put on me?! Answer me, damn it!” 

“These are the rules of the game,” Deku started, ignoring Bakugo’s whining. “First, if it’s not obvious, I’ll be tickling any spot of my choosing.”

Bakugo glared at him. “What the fuck is on my dick?!”

Deku smiled. He turned the controller and Bakugo strained to see it. It looked like a TV remote but it only had eight buttons on it. One circle button in the middle with four arrows around it. There were two buttons parallel to each other below it and one button at the top.

Deku rose his pointer finger, and made a show of pressing the top button.

The on button.

Bakugo flinched with a disgusted yelp when the thing around his cock and balls started vibrating. He anchored his back and tried to pull his penis out of the hole but he couldn't lift himself high enough.

“You’re fucking kidding me!” He screamed, a whole new wave of frustration coursing through him. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” Another bout of useless thrashing. He whipped his head towards Deku, sneering at him with all the hate he could muster. “You’re fucking dead! Do you hear me? When I get the fuck out of here, you’re- AHHH!”

Deku yawned and pressed the middle button. The squishy material Bakugo was encased in started moving. It squeezed and pressed and massaged in a sloping downward fashion, simulating a blowjob with winnowing pressure that caressed his entire length. The space that enveloped his balls started gently squeezing them, massaging them softly. Then, around his scrotum, he felt a circular object like thing close tightly, acting like some sort of cock ring.

It felt… amazing.

After almost an entire week of torture, Bakugo almost succumbed to the sensations right there, despite the makeshift ring. 

Instead, he bit back his carnal reactions and pressed his forehead onto the head rest. “N- St-stop… Fffuckin’-” He groaned and bit his tongue.

“Enduring the tickling will be something you’ll have to do. What you’ll not have to do will be so much harder. Get it?”

Bakugo growled, trying to think about anything other than what his body wanted to do right now. He felt his manhood instantly get harder, more susceptible and sensitive.

“Why… why the damn-”

“I’m glad you asked.” Deku’s green eyes sparkled. “If you cum while I’m tickling you, you cant cum again on that spot for the rest of the game. If you cum twice on the same spot, you lose. If you win,” Deku shrugged again. “I’ll let you go.”

Bakugo hardly heard anything until those last four words. “What?”

“If you win,” Deku enunciated, punctuating the sentence with a careless gesture. “I’ll let you go.”

A chance. A fucking chance. He knew he couldn't rely on Deku’s word, but it was the only opportunity to present itself in this goddamn nightmare.

“Not like I… have a fuckin’ choice.” Bakugo groaned, using every ounce of energy he had not to lose the game before it could even start. 

Deku grinned. “We’ll do two rounds.”

Bakugo assumed once the tickling started, it would be easy not to focus on the thing doubling his vision. It was the only silver lining he could think of, the only hope that he could cling on to. 

Funny how he suddenly needed the tickling to overwhelm his pleasure.

“Alright!” Deku clapped his hands together. “Let’s start.”

“Set a.. Grrhh- S-set a fuckin’ timer.”

Deku tapped his temple. “It’s up here.” 

Bakugo was about to protest, but closed his mouth when Deku, with a diabolical grin, slowly unsheathed Blackwhip. The blonde watched with disgust as inky tendrils slinked toward him with twitching excitement and intent.

They touched down on his left side first, caressing his flanks and ribs and slipping softly under his arms. He cringed, the pumping sensation on his dick still prevalent. He flinched when a tendril squeezed his hips and ribs at the same time. 

“You… fuck… you said ohone damn s-spohot!” 

Deku chuckled. “I’m just trying to decide.” 

More poking and prodding, more flinching and cursing, then all of the tendrils traveled up and started tracing his shoulders, inner biceps, the lower outline and rim of his armpits.

“Here.” Deku said, joyfully. “Ten minutes starts now.”

Bakugo clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a burst of insufferable tickles, but the light tracing continued. The makeshift cock ring in the pump gradually released and he felt a rush of dangerous pleasure. With a long groan, the teasing and the tickles were completely obliterated from his mind, hardly able to feel them anymore as the pump expanded and closed in, the massage of his balls deepened causing him to shift around in his restraints, unconsciously grinding his hips to further the sensation.

He was close and was hardly resisting anymore. He teetered on the brink of ecstasy, a welcomed feeling afloat in a sea of agony and shit else. He felt something inside him swell, could have sworn the toy around his shaft pumped faster with excitement. Maybe just one time, just in this spot, wouldn’t be so bad. He could avoid it in the next round.

Yes, he’d decided. Who fucking cares if Deku watched. The sick fuck probably got off on it. Bakugo shoved his previous reservations aside and allowed the bliss to fully envelope him. Fuck everything and everyone else, with one final groan he-

“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! WHAHAAAA! DEHEHA- AAHHHHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHK! DAHAHAMN IT!! YOHOU FUHKING- DAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Bakugo exploded into a generous mix of curses and laughter, brought on by the four tendrils circling the rims on either sides of his armpits to suddenly close in and undulate into the sensitive flesh. One was squeezing and floating around the ticklish muscle right where the armpit and chest connect. Another was pushing and rotating just above but not quite on that delectably torturous spot above his ribs, and the last two were shamelessly digging right into the center, One stationary, the other circling largely and being sure to not to leave any spot untouched. 

Bakugo thrashed. He pressed his chest into the bench and slammed his forehead onto the headrest. His hands clenched and unclenched from their trembling fists and his shoulders bounced up and down from pure mirth. The surprise caught him off guard, although he would kick himself for not expecting it if he had the ability to think at all. 

Being denied a peaceful release at the absolute last second made his body tingle with newfound sensitivity. His stomach filled with frustration and his throbbing cock twitched as it was continuously and mercilessly pumped.

Quickly tumbling down from his euphoric high, he cursed and fought. One of the tendrils found a delectable spot at the top left inner muscle, where the edge of his shoulder creased into his armpit. Being caught so grossly off guard by the spike in sensitivity, it easily knocked and bursted through to the most secluded corners of his mind.

“GAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAH AAAHHHAH! AAHAHAHA! FFFAAAHAHAHAHA- GGRRRAAAAH! GAHAHAD DAHAHMN IT STAHAHAHAP!”

Deku wore a toothy grin and just hummed to himself.

Bakugo tried to use his momentum to rock himself on the bench, hoping to tip the whole damn thing over but it held steady. Unable to manage anything more then a few stress creaks, Bakugo pushed each of his shoulders in and squished them against the bench, but the tickling never relented. He jolted violently when two random tendrils goosed his ribs.

“ARRRGGHH! GAHAAD DAHAMN YOU DEHEKHU! STAHPFUC- AAHAHAHA! STOP FUCKINGARAHAHOUND!”

Deku chuckled and raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist.”

“BAHAHSTAHAHARD! SHIHIHIHT! GAH! NO! NOO!! STAHAHAP!”

Deku feigned innocence as one of his lower tendrils slowly slinked more so towards the bottom of his armpits, causing Bakugo to thrash harder, doing a piss poor job of covering up his panic.

Suddenly, he yelled out when he felt the toy around his manhood start to squeeze. The tendrils under his arms gradually slowed their manic torment, leaving Bakugo huffing and puffing with each sensitive pass. Bakugo rested his sweat riddled forehead against the leather, squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation. The transition from obnoxious tickling  pleasure was rough and Bakugo felt his arms shake.

The smile in Deku’s voice was infuriating. “How are we doing?”

He didn't realize it until a surge of pleasure slapped him in the face but Blackwhip was no longer pinching and prodding. Instead, swirling and ghosting. The toy around Bakugo’s length suddenly started pumping, undulating up and down in an unpredictable pattern. Strokes, like a tongue, traveled up his length, the winnowing pressure taking him in deep while it massaged his balls. Although still there, the tickling quickly became secondary.

Bakugo couldn't help the carnal groan that left his tight lips. Everything fell away from him as he openly welcomed the only good sensation he’s felt since being in this shit hole. He wanted this and he didn't care if Deku saw and mocked him. This was only the first round, He’d be able to avoid-

Bakugo yelled out as he released the first drops of ecstasy. The slicked out muscles on his back rippled as he arched into it, riding the whole thing out. The tendrils never stopped teasing his armpits, and he didn't give a shit. He couldn't feel it anymore. Sparks ignited and bloomed across his vision. After a moment of shameful, shattering pleasure, he slumped. Spent and breathless.

Deku whistled.

The toy didn’t slow. He felt something brush across his reddened tip. Bakugo twitched and gasped, pushing his hips back as far as he could.

”Fff-Fuck!”

”That’s one for the armpits.” Deku commented, casually. “If it’s going to be this easy then I think you might be screwed.” 

“S-sta- Sh- I’m- I’m gonna-“

“What?” Deku’s eyebrows rose, amused.

”I’m gonna fffuckin’ k-kill you.” Bakugo panted, his pitch rising and falling in rhythm with the thing around his cock overstaying its welcome.

Deku’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s the Kacchan I knew.” 

Bakugo opened his mouth but slammed it shut when Blackwhip started moving.

”After All Might gave me One For All,” Deku started, moving Blackwhip slowly, ever so slowly downward. “He told me to keep it a secret.”

“I’m sorry, young Midoriya. Please hold still.”

Bakugo cringed as he felt the tendrils slowly swoop over his ribs. He felt them expand so they caressed right underneath his chest. Two tendrils on each side teased the ribs that wrapped around his back, while two other sneaky ones still swirled in his armpits. He hissed through his teeth as chills iced down his spine and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He shook his head, as if he could will it all away. To his dismay, the teasing is so much more frustratingly ticklish than before.

He grunted when two guileful tendrils flicked and circled his nipples on either side.

“But I told you about it anyway, and I did it out of respect. Respect you didn’t deserve or appreciate.” Deku continued. “Even after All Might, The hero we both grew up admiring, saw it fit to pass his quirk onto me, you still told me I was worthless. Unworthy of U.A. A psychopathic freak.” 

A tendril goosed his upper ribs, another slithered down his stomach, drawing wide circles around his belly button. Two closed in on his hips, pressing into the bone with light pressure. Two teased the skin underneath his ass, two played with the tendons next to his groin, right along the edge of the toy. Another two slinked down his legs and teased his ankles while circling around the heels of his feet. He jumped when an additional pair circled around the balls, occasionally dipping in and tracing the skin right underneath his toes, massaging the stems and teasing the bases.

His heart rate picked up and his breath came fast. His skin tingled as his nerves fired at him with obnoxious sensitivity. He could feel every delicate stroke, every harsh poke, every sensual touch and squeeze, and couldn't help the giggles when they spilled out of his snarling mouth.

The fucking orgasm. It made him even more sensitive.

He was so fucking screwed.

Deku paused, letting the epiphany the other was clearly having, sink in. “I started to believe you.”

All of the tendrils poked their respective spots at once, causing Bakugo to let out an undignified yelp and jolt. Every little movement now started him to the core. 

“Funny how a worthless, psychopathic freak now holds the leash to your collar.”

“Is that what this bullshit is about?” Bakugo’s voice boomed with irritation, edgy nervousness punctuating the end of his accusation. “What the hell do you want, damn Deku? A fuckin’ apology or somethin’?”

Deku shook his head. All the humor was void from his face, his voice dark and emotionless. “I’ve never wanted anything from you.”

Bakugo blinked when Deku raised his hand with the remote and pointed it at him. He couldn't see what button he pressed, but he gasped when suddenly the toy started vibrating. Teasing strokes evolved into sensuous pumping. He was hard again in seconds.

The tendrils eased off. All except the ones stationed at his ribs. Three teased the bottom, two on his left, one on his right. Two on each side teased the middle of his ribs, swirling and poking, following the curve of his back, and another  two danced across his upper ribs, rubbing back and forth, up and down, ghosting underneath and the sides of his chest.

“I’m sure you can guess which spot is next.” Deku clicked his tongue. “Looks like you might lose before I even start.” 

Bakugo’s head snapped up from where it was resting. “Fuck you!” His biceps strained with the titanic effort of trying to lower his arms. He arched his back, pushed himself forward, tried to dip his shoulders and chest hard against the leather, but nothing phased the tendrils determined to take me straight to hell. They encouraged the sort of panic that he felt like he could taste. The toy’s vibrations increased, the flesh of the toy slowly starting to suck, doubling his vision with pleasure.

“There was a spot around here… where was it again?” Blackwhip poked and nudged at his entire rib cage. Bakugo spluttered and hissed through his teeth, body jolting and flinching with every jab.

“Fucker! You, mother fuc-!!” Bakugo spat. “Stop this- Mmgghhm- bulh-bullshit! III’ve fuckin’ had it with y-AH!”

“Mmmm.” Deku mused. Blackwhip paused, pinpointed tendrils vibrating softly right on that dreaded spot. Bakugo froze as well, looking at Deku with the most hateful glare he’d ever given anyone.

“I wonder if-” 

Squeeze

Bakugo inhaled so sharply, he choked. “AUGH! Damn it, stop!” He tried to haft and throw himself around on the bench. Deku only smiled, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Blackwhip softly, softly undulated once more and Bakugo would have hit the ceiling if he wasn't so tightly restrained. “MMGGHH! STOP! Don’t you fucking do it, you fuck!”

The toy around his needy length pumped faster and his attention was quickly averted to the sudden burst of pleasure that wracked through his body and made him shutter. His mouth opened in a silent groan, which transformed into an unrestrained yell as Blackwhip again, teased one of his death spots.

He hafted himself up hard, creaking the bench. “NO!” He cursed, shoving all of the authority in his voice that he could muster. “Just fucking stop this! I swear to FuhuahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAK! SHIHIT!”

The three tendrils teasing the bottom of his ribs dove in, rubbing fast and harshly between and around the bone, the third tendril went rogue and snuck over his quivering stomach and down to his thighs. Bakugo shook his head in delirium and fruitlessly bucked his hips up and down. Even with the torturous tickling rerouting his mind, the pleasure he was feeling from the toy was still very much present. Slowly, he felt himself twitch and glisten with pressing need.

Deku hummed. “Oh, does that tickle?” 

“FAHAHAK YOU! GAAGHH! NAAAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” 

The tendrils stationed at the middle of his ribs came alive, mimicking the same unpredictable technique as the ones on his lower ribs. Bakugo fought hard, knowing what was next, knowing he couldn't stop it. Two tendrils slowly wrapped around his thighs, goosing and tickling the whole way. Bakugo expected them to attack his thighs again, but unexpectedly, they slipped their teasing tips underneath the sleeve of the toy, now slowly stroking and wrapping around the bare skin of his penis. Aside from dissolving into harsh thrashing and seizing like he touched an exposed cable, something else instantly came over him. In a moment of panicked weakness he opened his mouth.

“AAHHH! GAHH! WAIT! FUKIN’ WAHAITWAIT! WAHT DOYOUWAHAHAHNT?!” 

Deku answered simply. “This.”

Two things happened at the same time. 

The tendrils resting and teasing his death spot pulled back and dove right in. Viciously rubbing into that incomprehensibly ticklish spot without a shred of mercy. Four more vibrating tendrils latched on, squeezing, rubbing and scratching torturously. 

The tendrils that snuck into the toy, wrapped around the entirety of Bakugo’s heat and lightly squeezed, following the rhythm of the toy. It pumped Bakugo excitedly, the two tips reaching his pre-cum soaked tip to swirl and rub, lick and tease. One of the tips pressed underneath the head, flicking under it like like an experienced tongue, while the other teased and stroked the slit.

Torn between two incredibly overwhelming sensations, Bakugo’s voice instantly gave out. For a moment, there was silence. Bakugo’s mouth was open in a silent, lustful, tortured scream, his sweat glistened muscles rippled with the intense single pull he was imposing onto all of his limbs. His toes clenched and his nails bit into his fists. After one sharp intake of breath, 

Bakugo fittingly exploded.

“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHHA! NONONOHOHOHONOOOOO! GAHHH! NAHA- I CAHHAHA- ST- GAHAHAHAHAD OHHOHOH FUCK! OHFUUUUUCK!! DEHEHE- PFFTAHAHAAHAHA!! AHAHAAAASHIHIT! SHITSHITSAHIT!! AHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAH! GGRRAAAAAHHH!!! -AHAHHAHAHAAA————OOOOOPP! STAHAHAHAP STOPSTOPSTOPFUCKINGHELLSTOHOHOHOHP!! AHAHAHA————”

 Deku watched Bakugo fall apart, a maniacal, sadistic smile creasing his face. “Found it.”

“AAAAHH! FUCKDEKUSTOOOOOOOOOOOP! FAHAHAK! I CAHAHA- GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAAAAHAHAHAH-”

“What was that?” Deku stuck his tongue into his cheek. “You can’t what?”

Bakugo’s mind was blank. His entire world was encompassed by all of the sensations saturating every recess of his brain. He whipped his head around, slamming it repeatedly against the headrest, the cushioning not even allowing him the relief of pain. He quickly approached the lower level of laughter, where it became mostly screams.

“ICANTTAKEIT! OHFUCKINGSHIT I FUKIN CAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA AHA AHA AHAHAH! ICAHAHAHANT! STOOOOOOOOHOHAAAAAAAAP!”

The toy picked up its pace, encouraging the tendrils wrapped around his dick to follow along. A few new tendrils squeezed his balls, Two flicked and rubbed his nipples, one even licked up the side of his neck, right underneath his jaw. His eyes flew to the back of his head.

“Want me to stop tickling or stop pumping?”

Bakugo’s face was alight with fire, he wasted no time. “TICKLING! STAHAH THE TIHIHIH-TIHIH- FAHAHAHAK! STAHAHAHAP TIHIHAHAHA-!”

“If I stop the tickling, you’ll lose the round. Are you sure you-”

“YES! YEHEHEHS! YESYESYESJUST- SHIHIHIHT!! STAHAHAHAP! FUCKINGHEHEHELL!” 

Deku instantly stopped and focused his energy into on the blonde’s dick.

“MMMMPHHHHH FFFFFUUCK!” Bakugo moaned, arching his back and shaking his head, grinding his hips along the bench. “FFFFFFFFUHHHHHK!” Bakugo groaned, lost in a new kind of torment.

He closed his eyes, everything instantly fell away from him when he felt a tendril slip over his tip again. He felt the build up burn in his stomach, felt his penis throbbing, his tip glistening, ready for release. He felt the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had gather, aching in his swollen balls. Despite the need for air, he held his breath as the first drops of-

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

Bakugo’s voice cracked when everything simply stopped.

The tendrils and the toy fell limp. His body tingled as if all of his limbs fell asleep. Sweat dripped off his chin as he gasped. Opening his mouth to curse, a strangled sound came out instead when everything resumed. He flinched and jolted in his restraints, but the pumping and “licking” resumed, throwing him right back into that agonizing build up. Right when he could see stars, it stopped again.

He jerked his head up and seared his eyes into amused green ones with a guttural growl, only to force his head back down and clench his fists when it all started again.

“You…. You ffffuh- ffucking b-”

“I’m just helping you out.” Deku cocked his head to the side, chuckling. “Trust me, you don’t want to cum again.”

Bakugo closed his eyes, but he couldn't have a moment of rest before the pumping started again. He filled his cheeks with curses and air, releasing them in a flurry when rogue tendrils buried themselves into his ribs, his worst spot spared for now, as he was thrown head first into more ticklish chaos. He couldn't handle this much longer. He couldn't handle this now. He felt his sanity slipping through the cracks, but it didn't matter.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Deku trilled after a few more minutes. “If you beg me to cum, I’ll let you. Then we can move on.”

Beg him to lose the game. Beg him to take away the small change at freedom and hope that he had. Beg him to keep him here and torture him until help eventually came or he went batshit.

No, no he couldn't.

Bakugo snapped out of it. He returned Deku’s wicked glare and sneered. “Fuck. You.”

Deku narrowed his eyes and smirked, as if he was hoping for that exact answer. “Tickling it is then.”

First, there was a moment of silence.

Then pure, unadulterated madness.

Blackwhip attacked every inch of Bakugo’s ribcage. Bakugo screamed, a high pitched uncharacteristic shriek that shocked both of them. Then, he fell into manic, hysterical unrestrained laughter. Laughter that only maddened when his worst spot was finally targeted. Bakugo couldn't feel when the toy started again, couldn't feel the bubbling build up, or the burn of release that taunted him from mere inches away. He couldn't feel any of it, not until the tickling abruptly stopped and he stole greedy breath before countless tendrils converged on the entirety of his tip, sliding and slinking over the crimson peak it while the tendrils wrapped around his dick pumped up and down his length with mouth watering speed. His eyes stung with mirthful tears before he was thrown right back into ticklish oblivion. 

Once his death spot was awarded another short break, Bakugo used that opportunity to quickly give up.

“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAYE! OKAHAHAHAHAY JUHUSTFUKINGDOHOHOHIT! I GIHIHIVE! IGIVE! JAHAHAAST MAAKEMECUM! DHAHAMNIT!”

“Mmmm,” Deku considered for a moment. “Say please.”

“AAGHHAHAHA!! GAHAHAHDDAHAHMN YOU!” Bakugo was slapping the edge of the leather wrist rest with his hand, trying to physically tap out. “PLEHEHESE! FUCKINPLEHEHESE! JUHUST STOP TIHIHIHCKLING!”

The tickling didn't stop completely, but it was enough. Bakugo was hardly afforded the gift of relief as tendrils immediately pumped and licked, massaged and caressed his entire length. The toy suddenly closed up around the tip and so similar to a warm mouth, he felt licking, swirling and even sucking. The rest of his twitching member was caressed and abused with soft and fast lustful strokes. Spit dribbled out of his mouth and beads of sweat glided down his sides and back as he arched.

 He had no idea how many tendrils were pleasuring him now, but every damn spot was zapped with unbelievable, world shattering, sinful pleasure. Tendrils slinked through his toes and circled around the balls of his feet. Others lightly ghosted up his long arches and more teased his heals. New, lustful feelings seared from his feet straight to his dick, which pulsed in tandem with the activity. He didn’t dare start to unpack that.

The tendrils reappeared at his nipples and neck, his eyes once again dug into the back of his head.

He lasted an impressive 50 seconds.

He groaned out loud with his long release, his damp rob and body twitching through each pump of glorious rapture. His orgasm, almost matching the duration of his endurance, forced his twitching toes to curl, the squirming tendrils undeterred by even that. His abs and back muscles flexed, the light reflecting off of each sweaty twitch and convulsion.

He slumped heavily after it was through. He bucked and hissed when the tendrils around his ribs hardly gave him a second before teasingly slinking down, tracing over his twitching sides and pressing into his hips and thighs.

“Two for two.” Deku counted, unapologetically. “I’m not sure I like your odds.” 

Bakugo couldn't muster a response. The tendrils around his hips and thighs forced a few half assed curses and poorly held back giggles from him. He arched his back, huffing when they pressed into the soft spaces inward next to his hips, ticklishly stroking down between his thighs. Oh shit.

“Agghh staha- Mmmhh. No mohore.” He murmured. His once silky ash blonde hair was now dark and matted, sticking to his eyes and head. “I-I— God, I fffucking can’t- I can’t d-do this shit anymore.” His body sizzled with heightened sensitivity. Even the breeze across his fucking feet tickled.

 Deku looked at him for a moment before shaking his head slowly. “The game isn’t over yet.”

The tendrils found a ticklish tendon underneath and inward along his ass and inner thigh, and pressed into it. Bakugo barked out a surprised laugh and squirmed weakly.

Deku was silent as he teased that spot, longer than the pro hero thought he could tolerate. 

“One more spot,” Deku announced, pushing his tendrils down over his thighs, creeping over the back of his ticklish knees, lingering there for a moment before tickling toward his calves. “Then round two starts.”

The tendrils slowly slithered down this calves, forcing him to half groan, half whine and bite his cheek. When they grazed over his Achilles heal and brushed down around the sides of his feet, Bakugo felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, energy he pointlessly wasted by yelling a stream of obscenities and fighting hard as he could. He’d never felt more helpless, he’d never been so tortured, he’d never felt as if he could be reduced to begging, but here he was, those sinful words dancing at the tip of his tongue, tempting him like food tempts a starved man. 

All from tickling.

Blackwhip paused and Bakugo knew it was over. His fatigue caught up moments before and he stared at Deku with wide pleading eyes. Deku drank that up like a craved cigarette. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.

Well, almost.

“Wait! Deku, wai-”

The rest of his plea fizzled and died on his lips.

He felt it everywhere and nowhere. Tendrils raced over and under his flailing toes, some scratched right underneath and along the stems and pads, more circled and scratched the balls of his feet, playing with the plump, overly sensitive pads. Additional ones scratched just at the creases underneath the balls, which at this point hadn’t been touched and absolutely drove him up the metaphorical wall of madness and hysteria. Others stroked up and down and side to side, playing along his creamy arches, paying special attention to the spot where the heel melts into the arch, while more circled and teased his heels. Two tickled and scratched along the sides of each foot, a few, Bakugo couldn't count, even tickled the tops of his feet along with some slowly stroked up and down this claves and two stragglers unfairly burrowing into the back of his knees.

Bakugo couldn't comprehend anything except how much it fucking tickled.

His mouth was wide open in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut, saturated with mirthful tears. When additional tendrils started stroking and alternating between the arches and balls of his feet, a switch flipped in him. He started bouncing up and down, moving the bench slightly as he tried to lift and drop his weight, trying to use pure strength to break it or at least flip it over. Aside from a few cracks and creaks, it was silent as he wasted precious, limited energy.

More at the top and sides. Extra in between the toes. Something evil goosed his ribs.

That was all he couldn't handle.

“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NONONONAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUUUCK! AHA AHAHA! AHAHHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOP!YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT ILL FUCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOUDEAAAAD! MMMGGHGHHMHMHMHMMMAAAAAH!! GOD! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!”

Pure, tortured belly laughter bellowed out of him like a fog horn. His laughter only evolved, turning pained and high pitched when the thing on his cock started vibrating.

“NOOO!”

The tendrils along his feet started slowing, sensually rubbing and tickling his toes. Electricity flitted through his dick, standing to attention within seconds.

Curses temporarily overwhelmed his laughter when Blackwhip wrapped around and pulled his toes back. The sweat coating Bakugo’s body created enough slip for the tendrils to wreak absolute havoc just along the undersides and stems of his toes, where the sensitive skin had been pulled and crueley exposed. Bakugo thrashed and screamed and spat and heaved, but nothing stopped it. Nothing topped it.

This time, Deku didn't edge, didn't relent, and didn't change the pace. Either Bakugo was going to cum like this, or he wasn't.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHESE! AHAHAHA! OOHGADDAMNITPLEEHEHESE!!”

“What are you begging for?” Deku inquired. Bakugo couldn't care that he was being mocked, couldn’t even take the few seconds of brain power to register or understand it.

“AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ST- AHAHAHA! MA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKFUCKFUCK I CAAAAA————”

Silence. Deku furrowed his brows and leaned forward, cupping a hand to his ear. “Hmm?”

“——————PAHA- PH- PLEHE- PLEHEHEHESE! WAHAHAH- WAIHIHIHT! NAHAHA I- I GOHOHAHAH! MMMMMMHHHHHFFFFFAAAGGHHHHH!!!”

The tickling hardly slowed as stars blurred his vision. A loud, animalistic moan burned his raw throat. He came hard, the tendrils slipping and sliding gleefully inside the wet toy.

Even after he was done, it continued for a few more seconds, prompting a loud continuous scream from him that only relented a few moments after everything truly stopped.

He collapsed, breathing so hard and deep that his chest ached.

He only knew one thing; He couldn't fucking handle this anymore.

Deku slow clapped and whistled. “Bet you never thought you could be tickled into an orgasm.”

Bakugo didn't respond, he hardly heard him. He flinched hard when the tendrils teasingly retracted from his reddened and raw feet, traveling up his trembling body once again.

Bakugo moaned. “N-no… Please…Just … please just stop.” 

Deku shook his head and beamed. “The game isn’t over yet.”

Bakugo shook his head, entirely defeated. “No more.”

Deku eyes glittered, the emerald hue glowing as though the devil himself had possessed the soul behind them. “Remember,” Tendrils slithered up to his aching ribs. Bakugo gritted his teeth and pulled his arms. Deku’s eyes crinkled. “You cant cum in the same spot twice.”

Tendrils slipped under his arms, waving and stroking like wheat in the wind.

A noise, almost like a disgruntled whine slipped out of Bakugo. “Please. Deku, please just fucking stop this.”

More tendrils. Bakugo inhaled sharply. “I-I know what I di-did wahas fucked a-”

“Is that all it took?” Deku murmured, voice low. “Hours of tickle torture for you to realize that?”

“No!” Bakugo winced as tendrils spilled down his ribs. “Damn it! I’ve known, you fucktard! I- Fuck! I just- SHIHIT! Just- FUCK! Let me goddam taHAHAlk!”

“No.” Deku put a hand up, silencing the quivering blonde. “It might come as a shock to you, but I haven’t thought about what happened in a long time.”

Tracing along the heels of his feet. Bakugo cringed.

“I’ve wanted this for a while. To torture you, and make you beg.” Tendrils slipped into the hollows behind his knees. “To make you answer for each and every horrible thing you did to me, down to every dirty look.” Tendrils teased up his spine again, causing him to lurch forward as much as he could. “I wanted to break you and make you pay. I still do.” Tendrils ghosted down his arms, teasing the skin under his biceps. “Maybe one day, I’ll let you explain it to me. But right now,” Deku stood, straightening his back. All the tendrils lifted themselves from his body, pointing their tips over their respective spots.

“It turns out, I don’t give a shit.” 

Tendrils burrowed into his underarms. As if he were being repeatedly tased with a stun gun, he convulsed and seized, immediately dissolving into loud, unrestrained guffaws. His entire being was now just a big ball of overly sensitized, ticklish nerves to which Blackwhip took full advantage of. It dug, scratched, wiggled, pinched and squeezed all over his body, the main event  taking place in his armpits. He fell into silent laughter once, twice, three times within the span of a few minutes.

He couldn't fight when the toy started vibrating, when he felt more of Blackwhip dip into the sleeve of the toy, when the tendrils ghosting and tickling his thighs pinched and traced along his ass, and when tendrils teased the newfound egregious zones on his feet. He gave in to the torture, unable to protest when the freedom he had no chance of earning burned out of him for the fourth time.

Everything stopped. His head fell in misery. 

Then snapped back up.

He felt it in his armpits, ribs, thighs, groin, feet, knees, calves, arms- everywhere. 

Every spot Deku had learned was put to merciless use. 

Bakugo’s screams echoed throughout the room, down the hall, and drifted outside, haunting the grounds like loitering ghosts.

He didn't know how long it took for him to finally pass out.

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His eyes groggily flitted open.

It took a few minutes for his vision to fully come back to him. It took even longer for him to remember where he was. Eyes locked on the water damaged ceiling, his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. When his brain started to catch up with his body, he felt it. 

Holy shit, he ached. 

His throat felt chipped and raw, his head pounded hard at the side of his temples, his fucking ribs and stomach…

He groaned and pushed himself up, stomach muscles screaming as he held his head in his hand. One glance around the room and one more zap from his aching body confirmed that what happened to him wasn’t just a fucked up nightmare.

Catching a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, he turned his attention to the flimsy nightstand next to his bed. Three bottles of water were placed onto it, along with some dark steaming, floral smelling liquid inside of a beige mug with a spoon sticking out of it. In front of that was a bottle of Advil, a sandwich on a small, circular paper plate, and an envelope. All neatly placed together.

Any reservations he’d possessed about eating and drinking had been thwarted long ago, so he downed the first bottle in seconds as well as half of the second before deciding to swallow three Advils along with the rest. He placed the third bottle underneath the mattress and observed the contents of the mug, deciding it was tea. He took a tentative sip, sighing when the hot liquid velveted down his sore throat, soothing it and warming his stomach. A hint of ginger left a subtle, spicy tang and he could have sworn he tasted a bit of honey. He ate his sandwich as he sipped.

He didn't want to think about who left all of this stuff here for him, much less why. As far as he knew, everyone in this fucking place had access to his room and everyone was a damn scumbag for it.

His gaze turned to the envelope. He finished the tea, pulled the lip open, and pulled out something small and rectangular, wrapped in white tissue paper. 

He tore the paper off and his stomach dropped.

“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”

It was old and worn. It looked exactly like his.

“PLEASE!”

It was Deku’s All Might trading card.

#bnha tickle #tickle fic #t word community #tickle community #tickle blog #lee!bakugou #sallage-mha #ticklish!bakugou #mha tickle #lee!bakugo #Ler!Midoriya #Ler!Deku #ticklish!bakugo

[gaybananabread]

⌁₊˚⊹ Jay's Silly Moods⊹˚₊⌁

(Art this is based off of)

Definitely getting back into Ninjago… Halfway through drawing this, I got a very strong urge to write a self-indulgent fic. These goobers are slowly regaining their vice grip on my brain. I might be getting to the “Requested When Shit Was Closed” prompts soon, but big possibility. Back on task, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Jay

Ler: Cole

Summary: Jay’s been zapping his shipmates, sneaking in quick pokes and shockingly ticklish squeezes whenever he can. While it isn't his intention, most of those are aimed at Cole. Sick of the surprise jolts, the Earth ninja has a little vengeful fun of his own.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The ninja were peacefully relaxing on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day of battles and villain encounters. Cole was listening to music, the faint sounds of “dad rock” coming through his headphones as he rested his arms behind his head. Zane was messing around with his circuitry, and Kai was sprawled out, trying to nap. 

The only one not lazing around was Jay; he had a much more mischievous way of cooling down in mind. 

Sneaking up near the couch, he positioned himself right behind the relaxed Cole. Not wasting another second, he sent a very small amount of electricity to his finger tips, tasing Cole's sides before taking off. The rocky boy jolted out of his trance, a surprised laugh flying from his lips as his arms came crashing down.

“GYAH! W-whahat the hell?” When he turned around to his perpetrator, though, all he saw was a streak of blue disappear around the corner. “Zappy jerk…”

Zane chuckled, shaking his head before resuming his tinkering. Kai was still snoozing, oblivious to the world. With a huff, Cole lowered his arms, not wanting to risk another attack before relaxing again. Damn Jay's silly moods…

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The whole rest of that week was full of little pokes, squeezes and zaps from the blue ninja. Whenever anyone even thought of letting their guard down, he'd be there, disappearing the moment they tried to retaliate or catch him.

Most of the team just ignored it, used to his silly behavior. Sure, it was a little annoying sometimes, but it was all in good fun. Everyone was fine with that.

Everyone except Cole.

While he loves his friend's quirks, the constant tickling was getting on his nerves. The guy wore tank-tops daily; it wasn't exactly hard for Jay to get him.

But he had a plan. One that would surely keep Jay off his back, or at least for a little while. So, sitting on the couch and sprawling out, he waited for the inevitable pokes that would seal his fellow ninja's fate.

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Jay snickered as he saw his rocky friend, sprawled out and relaxing on the couch. It was too easy! He should have been suspicious, but the brain goblins were overpowering his rationality with mischief.

Creeping over to the couch, he sent small sparks to his fingers. Just a little closer…wait is he smili-

“GOTCHA!”

Before Jay could even think to run, Cole shot his hands upward, latching onto the sparky boy’s wrists and flipping him over the couch. Cole was careful not to hurt him, though the shriek Jay let out surely did some hearing damage. 

He was pinned in seconds, stuck lying on his stomach with a rather intimidating man on his waist. Whatever his friend was gonna do, he literally couldn't see it coming.

Anticipatory giggles bubbled past Jay's lips, his eyes wide and giddy-looking. “C-Cole, wait! Lehet's talk about thihihis!”

Cracking his neck, Cole smirked down at his fellow ninja. “Neh, I'm good. Actions have consequences, Jay..”

Without another word, Cole dug into the sparky boy's sides, squeezing the sensitive skin. He was done with Jay's shit; it was payback time.

“Nohohoho! Cohome on, thihihis ihis mehehean!” The brat tried to wriggle out of the hold, but Cole's hands were just out of reach. The position he was in was evil: Who pins people on their stomach?!

“You know what's mean? Poking your friends when they're trying to get stuff done. I'd say you deserve this, wouldn’t you?” He smirked, scritching little lightning bolts on his sides. It was silly, sure, but he kinda asked for it.

Jay kicked his feet behind Cole, trying anything to make things tickle less. It was a fruitless effort, though: he was stuck. 

“Plehehease! Ihit’s nohohot fahair!” His giggling sounded whiny, like a child throwing a tantrum.

Cole scoffed and rolled his eyes. He wants to see unfair? Cole’ll show him unfair…

Snickering, he moved up to the zappy boy’s ribs, digging in and wiggling his fingers between each bone. That should kill him.

“C-Cohohole! Grk- NOHOhohot thehere! I'M SOHAHARRY! NYAHAHAHA!” Jay lost it when Cole dug into his ribs, loud belly laughter quickly replacing his giggles. Little snorts and squeaks flowed with the laughter, only adding to the mild chaos.

“Hmhmph. Sparky brat…” Cole just chuckled smugly, continuing to torment his fellow ninja. Besides the payback, his cute reactions were well worth it.

Thrashing wildly, Jay laughed his ass off, the tickling on his worst spot driving him insane. “P-PLEHEASE! COHOHOLE! I CAHAHAN’T-” He patted his hand, palm flat against the floor. 

The moment Cole saw the tapping-out, he knew it was time to quit. Pulling his hands away, he climbed off Jay. The giggly boy immediately curled up in a ball, tickle-drunk and giddy. 

“You alive, sparky?” Cole asked while rubbing Jay's back, trying to calm him down. There was an air of humor in his tone, but he was trying to be nice.

Jay tried to catch his breath, his cheeks flush and his nerves buzzing. “F-fuhuck youhuhu…”

“Alright, alright. I'm done being mean.” Snorting, Cole pulled his friend up into a hug. It was clear he enjoyed the short bout of being tickled, the agitation just a facade.“Next time, try just asking for what you want, okay? I'd be happy to help~”

Blushing heavily, Jay whined, though he did relax into the hug. It was warm, nice, and calming after all the laughter. Muttering something under his breath, Jay leaned his head against Cole's chest. If he wanted to be mean, the rocky boy was gonna be a pillow.

Cole lifted him up with a huff, carrying the lightning ninja to their beds. He laid him down, cuddling up next to him and pulling a blanket over them both. It wasn't a rare sight: the ninja saw some things on missions, and physical contact helped keep them calm.

It was ten o’clock: not the latest for them, but good enough to doze off. Cole closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of his fellow ninja and the happy air in the room. Yeah, he could get used to Jay's goofy moods…

#ninjago tickle #lee!jay #ler!cole #ticklish!jay #sfw tickling community #tickle #tickle fic #lego ninjago tickle #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago masters of spinjitzu

[pink-tk-a-latte]

FISCHL HCS bc she’s so lee but I can’t think of a fic for her rn 💜

A LOT of people tickle her when her tyrannical yapping becomes too much. Mona especially, bc she’s sick and tired of Fischl’s chuunibyou tomfoolery and thinks it’s funny how she screams and gets all indignant with one pinch

Traveler (Lumine in my case) just likes being a nuisance and will tickle her while she’s loquaciously orating, and they'll keep playing along with her act just to be a tease ;)

Like "Oh? Seems the element of laughter is super effective against the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

Or the Traveler remains mostly terse while Fischl is babbling and screeching her head off so it becomes silent ler vs. chatty lee tehe

When she's tickled Fischl absolutely loses all ability to form words, even German and fantastical ones, like it’s BAD and the contrast is HILARIOUS

She'll go from "Retreat, perverted miscreant! Mine eyes of darkness behold thy villainous intentions and exhort thee to stay away! S-Stay away..." to "STAahfahfhsahaHAf NAOOOOO!!"

Also her laugh is squeaky, girlish, whiny, and snorty and not at all dignified or macabre.

Bennett prob doesn’t tickle her as much, mostly cuz he never thinks to, but when she unleashes the onslaught of a thousand fingers once again one day he FINALLY thinks to tickle her back.

Ofc, with his luck, he gets all the wrong spots and gets wrecked as a result. It’s probably Razor accidentally sweeping his hair across her neck that reveals it to him.

She's on the ace spectrum. That's not tk-related but it's still an hc!!

Occasionally Fischl will ask to be tickled but because of her verbose language no one can understand what she's saying TT

Lisa I bet tickles her whenever she comes to the library, especially when she would come alone and shrunken in on herself and in such strange attire. She also quotes lines from Fischl’s favorite storybooks and theatre scripts while wrecking her lmaooo

(SUMMER FANTASIA WAS EPIC anyway) Xinyan would sporadically poke her or “strum” her sides whenever she seemed down or distant, leading to a lot of tk fights. Kazuha too, except his attacks would be more deliberate and malevolently soft.

Fischl also def babysits Klee sometimes and tickles her when reading or telling her stories cuz Klee is adorable ♡

Fischl and Xingqiu would be such good friends ANYWAY I'm sure it came up once when they were reading together. Fishxing are both so competitive and prideful so their attacks often end in fights often end in begrudging draws.

Oz definitely rats her out to anyone who seems affectionately exhausted with her antics. Whatever happened to loyalty??

There seems to be a common hc that Genshin characters with skin exposed in their outfits are more ticklish on those spots, and who am I to change that? Anyway, she’s most ticklish under her arms, in the crooks of her elbows and knees, and on her legs, sides, and back/shoulder blades (also where her vision is!) like she has so much fishnet and nylon in her ensemble she’s got to be so tickly (haha get it fischnet??)

On the ler side of things, she’s got long nails, archers’ hands, and an electro bird, so… >:)

#py plates shortcakes #I love my delulu babies 💜 #all of this was just an excuse to parade my circumlocutory rambling #writing fischl dialogue is the my favorite thing ever #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #fischl #lee!fischl #ler!fischl #fischl tickle #genshin impact #genshin tickle #tickle #tickle hcs #sorry about all the purple I wanted to make it kind of easier to read??? #colored text

[rachi-roo]

Your writing is so cute 💕 How about a fic with Ler Kurogiri and Lee Shigaraki ❤️ like Tomura is pouting about something and just being an overall brat and Kurogiri steps in and puts him in his place. This fandom is so starved for wholesome Shiggy content it’s insane.

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My Hero Academia: Sulk no More.

ANON IM SO SORRY!!! This one got buried so fast I missed it 😭 I'm not very confident with writing Tomura yet, but I felt I had to try after missing your ask! I hope this is somewhat what you were after!

Summary: Tomura hasn't left his room all day, so it's up to father-like Kurogiri to sort the grump out!

Tw: None

Lee!Tomura, Ler!Kurogiri

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"Has anyone seen Shigaraki today? He never showed up for lunch." The resident father figure of the League of Villains, Kurogiri, asked as he peered into the lounge where the rest of the gang were relaxing together.

Spinner looked over his shoulder at the smoggy man, shaking his head. "I went to check on him earlier, but he just told me to go away. Figured it might just be one of those days for him so I let him be."

Kurogiri sighed. These days were becoming far too frequent. It was bad for Tomura's health to spend so much time moping in the dark. "Right. Thank you, Spinner." With that, Kurogiri headed to the dry boys room, knocking on the door a few times.

"Go away..." A husk voice answered. He wasn't even going to find out who it was knocking.

"Shigaraki, it's me. May I come in?"

"You deaf? I said go away."

The rude comment made Kurogiri's temper fluctuate slightly, but he took a deep breath, managing to calm himself. There's no use in getting rowdy with him, it would only make things worse. "I'm coming in, make sure you're covered."

Carefully, he pushed the door open, seeing nothing but darkness and the faint silhouette of Tomuras bed frame, a bundle of blankets upon the mattress. About Shigaraki sized.

"Shigaraki, please come and eat something. You'll get sick otherwise." He coaxed, switching the light on, earning a grumpy hiss from the boy as he pulled his duvet over his head.

"Not hungry." On que, his stomach growled.

Kurogiri gave an amused chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing a reassuring hand on the pile of duvet. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Maybe I can-"

"I said no! Geez, you're so clingy. Just go away already."

Once again, Kurogiri's blood raced. Why did he have to put up with Tomura's childish behavior and rude comments whenever he's in a mood? He shouldn't have to put up with it. "You know what, Tomura? I've had enough of this. We all have bad days, I know, but you don't have to be so cold towards us."

"Uuuuh!" Tomura let out a loud huff, tossing his quilt back. He was wearing his pyjama trousers and a big hoodie, along with his special three fingered-gloves. "I just don't want to hear anyone's voice right now. Okay? I don't know why. And I don't care either. So just piss off!" He glared at Kurogiri, hoping that was enough to make him leave.

"Tomura... I have had it!" The smoke exclaimed. "I'm sick of you talking down on me like this! You need to remember your place." He grabbed Shigarakis waist, suddenly, spidering his fingers up and down his skinny frame.

"Urk! K-Kurogihihiri! Get off!" The boy tried to remain tough, gritting his teeth as he attempted to fight off his friend's attack. "Cut it out!"

"Apologise for speaking to us in such a way, and I'll consider stopping." Kurogiri smiled, he never really intended to harm the boy. He knew scolding him normally wouldn't fix anything.

The skittering fingers shifted upwards, digging into Shigaraki's underarms. "AH! No-!" He bit his lip as his arms slammed to his sides, holding his breath. He wasn't going to break easily. This only made Kurogiri more determined.

"Oh, so we're playing the waiting game are we?"

"Mhm!" Shigaraki shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and curling in on himself.

"Very well. Let's try this." Kurogiri retracted a hand, quickly squeezing just above Tomuras knee making him jerk away and let out a flurry of giggling.

"Hehey! Don't- Ahahaha!" The tickling attack continued once his defences were opened up, with Kurogiri switching between squeezing his hips and knees.

"Stahahap! Stop ihit! I-I mehehean it! Kurogiriii!" His hands grappled with his attackers, not sure which tickled more or which to stop.

"Heh, still very sensitive aren't we?" Kurogiri teased, looking at Tomura's scrunched expression as he laughed freely. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, tickle~ I remember you always liked when I tease you." He chuckled, watching the villain's cheeks and ears heat up to a rosey pink.

"Shuhut up! D-Don't say th-AH!" Whilst he was distracted by the tickling, Kurogiri quickly swiped up Shigaraki's wrists, pushing him onto his back and pinning his arms over his head. "Woah! Hey! Nonono! Kurogiri I'm not kidding- Ah! Don't you dare!"

"Here we go, now, are you going to come and eat?" Kurogiri asked, straddling the boy's waist, wriggling fingers poised to attack.

"No! I'm not hungr-IHIHI! NOOO! AHAHAHA!" Tomura cried out as Kurogiri attacked his worst spot, scribbling and poking at his now vulnerable underarms. He arched his back, kicking his legs wildly.

"Stahahap! Damn ihihit! You f-AHAHA! Get OHOFF! GAHAHAAAA!"

"What do you want for dinner? Hmm?"

"I-I dohon't AHAHA! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* aaaAAAHAHA!"

Kurogiri paused, shocked by the sound. His eyes smiled. "Well that was amusing."

"Plehease, no more- GAHA! No!" His head flung backwards, burying into his pillow as Kurogiri attacked again, clawing at his belly.

"Go on, one more snort and we're finished."

"I-I cahan't control it! Ehehe! That's nohot fahahir!"

He was so embarrassed by this weakness of his. He'd never hear the end of it if the rest of the group found out.

"ALRIGHT! Okahahay! Stahap! Plehe- *snort* Oh shihihit!"

And just like that, the tickling hands retreated and Kurogiri removed himself from Tomuras lap, sitting beside him instead. "Feeling better now?"

Shigaraki reluctantly gave a nod, not daring to look at him in fear of looking silly. "Guess I am hungry now..."

Kurogiri chuckled, petting his boy's head. "Alright. Come to the kitchen whenever you're ready. I'll whip up something good."

#bnha #mha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #lee!Shigaraki #ler!kurogiri #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

[dannystheone]

Unsure About Halloween (Hawks Lee/Dabi Ler)

Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been so on and off lately, work’s been kinda hectic and I’m trying to fit new things into my schedule. I had this idea in my head for a minute so I figured I’d just write it down lol. I was not inspired by any Tickletober prompts for this story, but if I do find one in the future then I’ll let you know :) 

WARNING: SLIGHT CURSING, PINNING DOWN, no 18+ 

Hawks gets a costume and tries to inspire Dabi about why he should celebrate Halloween. 

I hope you all enjoy! :) 

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 “Dabi! Dabi! Look at all the stuff I got at the Halloween store!” An excited bird practically flew into the room in excitement; a flourish of wind and red feathers. The man named Dabi had his legs crossed reading a newspaper on the couch, which was quickly interrupted by the man’s excitement. 

 “Do I actually have a choice...” Dabi groaned, as Hawks hopped little jumps of excitement. 

 “Nope! Look look! I wanted to be a cowboy this year, so I got boots, a cowboy hat, I got a vest, some chaps- don’t worry they’re fully intact-” Dabi didn’t move as the number two hero shuffled plastic bags around and showcased the different items he purchased. Dabi wasn’t one for celebrating Halloween, it was more of a childish thing. 

 “-and that’s when I convinced him I should be able to use his guns for just one night. Don’t worry the safety’s on- I think.” Hawks set aside Snipe’s very real weapons and sat down on the couch with Dabi, snuggling in close to his side. They weren’t technically a thing, more like a situationship, but Hawks still liked physical touch in any capacity, and Dabi never complained. 

 “Anyway, what did you get from the store? I know you went with Toga earlier today.” Dabi had to look away from Hawk’s eyes. They were exceptionally golden with childlike wonder in them from talk of this holiday. 

 That’s right, him and Toga did go to the Halloween store today. Toga wanted to dress up as a fictional murderer named “Tiffany” from a killer doll franchise. Her eyes glittered when she saw all the scary masks and bloody plastic weapons.  Dabi didn’t know why she wanted to dress up as a fictional murderer when she was a real murderer. Maybe that’s what was his problem with Halloween. Why dress up like a monster when you are one? 

 “Uhh...yeah. I did get something. Haven’t really taken it off yet.” Dabi moved his newspaper to the side to reveal his skeletal set of hands painted glittery black that ended in long tipped nails at the ends. His wrists had a strap wrapped around the end of the hand, and every skeletal finger had rings attached to the skeleton hand itself, so Dabi could just slip the hands on and off with ease. However the hands looked very secure, like it was an extension of Dabi’s own hands. 

 Hawks looked over his glittery skeletal hands in surprise. “Aw dude these are sick! What’s your costume gonna be? A nomu? Overhaul, maybe? The boogeyman? They’d all fit with these.” Hawks shifted on the couch to get a better look at them, revealing a strip of his tummy undone by his shirt. 

 A lightbulb shone above Dabi’s head. Maybe the villain could get a few minutes of silence if he tuckered out the energetic bird. Dabi wriggled his skeletal fingers just to test them out. They actually had great mobility, like they were extensions of his real fingers. 

 “Y’know, I was actually thinking as going something a little more kid-friendly.” Dabi positioned himself on the couch, Hawks none the wiser. 

 “Oh yeah? That’s a little surprising. What was your idea?” Dabi climbed and hitched himself up on top of Hawk’s hips and tucked Hawk’s arms inbetween his thighs, so Hawks’ arms were stuck between his own sides and Dabi’s legs. 

 “Woah, Dabi...ask for permission first huh?~” Hawks winked up at Dabi, which made the villain roll his eyes with a pink dusting on his cheeks. Dabi reached his hands forward and started scritching his fingers in Hawks exposed tummy. The skeletal fingers with their own synthetic nails at the tips itched into Hawks tummy. The bird hero started to giggle and shuffle underneath the villain.

“I was thinking I could go as the tickle monster. What do you think?” Even in Dabi’s hushed tone he still managed to be so teasing. Hawks gave a manly squeak in response as his boots kicked on the couch.

“Pffmmt- I thihihink yohohou’re lahahame-“ Hawks snickered as Dabi’s hands escaped beneath his thick coat and started skittering over his skin-tight shirt. “Mmm, is that any way to be speaking to the tickle monster? He could keep you here all day and night, you know.” Dabi grabbed hold of Hawks bare hips while Hawk’s hands balled into fists at the sudden switch up.

“Wait wait wait relax! Don’t go there it’s a bad spot!” Hawks struggled underneath Dabi while the villain, playing into his role, simply pressed his thumbs into the deep divets, resulting in hearty forced laughter from the bird.

“I wouldn’t be much of a tickle monster if I just listened to my victim, would I? Not much of a villain, either. Guess I better find a new job if I’m not fit for the League of Villains, wouldn’t you say?~” Hawks couldn’t respond, his knees bucked underneath Dabi as the villain mercilessly pressed his thumbs into the divets of his hips. The bird started to cackle, not very suave of him.

“Stahahahap ihihihihit! Yohohohou’re nahahat thehe tihihickle mohonster!!” A sweat broke out on Hawk’s brow; Dabi assumed it was from wriggling around in that stuffy coat and pants. But Dabi couldn’t give him a break yet, not when he was doubting his tickle monster capabilities.

“Oh I’m not? Okay then, I just won’t stop tickling until you admit that I am the tickle monster. It’s the costume I’m going for for Halloween, so I should wait until I’m perceived as such, right?” Dabi’s crown of dense hair fell over his eyes as his fingers scribbled over Hawks ribs without warning, making the bird squawk.

“I’m nahahahat gonnahahaha! Yohohou cahahan’t mahahahake mehehe!” Hawks was stubborn when he got wrecked, but it was nothing Dabi couldn’t handle. If anything Dabi preferred it, just so he could keep going. The villain couldn’t help the feeling of his heart swell when he saw the hero struggle and laugh from his influence. What could he say, Hawks was pretty when he laughed.

“I can’t make you, huh. Well let’s see.” Dabi reached behind himself while still sitting on Hawks hips and started squeezing the birds thighs up and down. Hawks started laughing in a high-pitched tone, his arms working to set themselves free.

“Nohohoho stohohohohop! Dahahabehehee!~” The tickles in Hawks thighs set electricity zapping up his legs, making him giggle with narrowed eyes.

Dabi huffed with a smile on his face . “Dabi? Uh, I believe you mean ‘tickle monster.’ Don’t worry, if it takes you longer to get it, that’s fine by me.” Dabi moved to get closer down by Hawks knees, but Hawks managed to yank his arm free. Hawks had a surprised smile on his face as he flipped off Dabi in an act of rebellion.

“Hahaha! Take that motherfuck- ACK-“ Dabi snatched Hawks wrist mid-air and pulled it out of the way so he could scribble his skeleton fingers in Hawks armpit. The hero began giggling erratically, his laughter muffled by his own struggle.

“Nice try, but you won’t get away that easy. Just say the magic word and I’ll let you- woah-“ Hawks rolled himself in a way using his wings to knock himself and Dabi off of the couch they laid on and landed in a heap of each others bodies on the floor. Dabi landed flat on his back while the bird twitched with ticklish electricity on top of him. The villain looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes while Hawks climbed up on Dabi’s chest to lay on it.

“You literally had to say just one thing.”

“Yeah but I have a reputation.”

“We’re the only two people in the room?”

“Oh thanks, I didn’t notice before.”

Dabi groaned at Hawks horrible sarcasm as he begrudgingly reached a hand up to pet Hawks unkempt blonde hair. Hawks snuggled in deeper to the villain, his wings folding in on the two of them instinctively. Maybe there was nothing wrong with costumes, Halloween, or energetic birds after all.

#MHA tickles #tickle fic #tickle community #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #danny writes

[toweroftickles]

Hey! You got any cuphead headcannons? (For either the game or the show, or both)

Now, as we all know, these two boys love to roughhouse - blindfolded pillow fights, good old-fashioned wrestling and boxing matches, really any kind of horsing around that might break Elder Kettle's possessions. The only rule they have, established long ago and strongly enforced, is no tickling. (Except in specifically-designated tickle fights).

They don't particularly like or hate tickling, but they're both hysterically ticklish and will surrender immediately. Loud laughers with very physical reactions, and both pretty much ticklish everywhere. Will definitely get you back. If they get the idea to, say, tickle a boss, they make quite a capable tag team too. Usually use that cartoony finger-wagging style of tickling (seen below).

Also, cup people are apparently ticklish on their handles. Somehow.

Ms. Chalice

This container girl is definitely a ler by nature - just look at that smirk and those sharp, spidery fingers. ^^ If she thinks she can get something out of you by tickling, she will. Doesn't possess a particular liking for the activity; it's just another useful trick in her arsenal. Mischievous, spunky, and a little mean, she'll make you laugh and make you like it. Definitely uses the "cootchie cootchie coo!" kind of tickle talk.

Despite this, she hates being tickled herself. She has an adorably loud laugh that she's not particularly fond of letting out. Doesn't like showing weakness or being vulnerable. Most ticklish on her sides and stomach. Like Cuphead & Mugman, has weirdly ticklish handles too.

It seems that her weapon in The Delicious Last Course consists of a whirling tornado bullet which can create a giant storm of feathers. Wonder what she could do with a weapon like that.

Hilda Berg

As the only villain character who can literally attack by cackling the word "HA!" at her opponents, laughter is naturally very important to Hilda. She's kind of got a deviously sick sense of humor. Delights in the misery of others, definitely, but she's not a tickler by nature. She will, however, get quite angry if she's tickled. She'll furiously order her ler to stop in between earth-shaking belly laughs and launch every star in the sky at you to make them stop. This is one of her big weaknesses, and she can't stand that. Will always deny it, of course. Most ticklish on her back and her feet.

Might laugh if you squeeze or punch her in her blimp form, but her crescent moon monster form seems mostly immune.

Baroness Von Bon Bon

Total ler. Tickle tortures her candy kingdom's criminal citizens in her dungeon.

...that's basically all I got.

Cala Maria

I'd make that classic dad joke about octopuses here, but let's face it...you've already made it in your head.

This gigantic mermaid is absurdly ticklish, especially on her tummy and those constantly-swaying hips. Immediately loses composure when tickled...her arms become flailing noodles and she squirms around like...well, like a fish on a hook. But as skilled as her snake-topus hair is in the art of tickle torture, Cala isn't likely to strike back that way...she'd much rather turn you to stone and break you. Though she does get some wicked glee out of tickling a helpless victim with her hair...or her tail. Or any of her sea-dwelling pets.

Her electric eel friends sometimes swim around her tail or nip at her belly to make her shriek, and she hates it.

Rumor Honeybottoms

Rumor is basically one of those I'm-so-much-better-than-you anime mean girls, with a mocking "Ho-Ho-Ho!" kind of laugh. As a literal queen bee, sometimes her smaller worker bees will buzz past her body or crawl through her fuzz and accidentally tickle her into peals of hysterical laughter. Anyone who does this is immediately fired or killed. Or at least put into an even-tinier cubicle.

She apparently has some kind of thing going on with Cagney Carnation, though this can create awkwardness when his petals and vines accidentally tickle her.

Denizens of Inkwell Isle

Ginger - Completely a sweetheart from head to toe, this cookie girl just adores tickles. There's no better way to brighten someone's day! Very much a lee.

Buster - This jolly figure is just too ticklish for his own good. But there's nothing he likes more than a good chortle! He's a lee too.

Ludwig - He’s a sour, serious phonograph. But rumor has it, if you turn his crank the wrong way, he’ll fall into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

Cora - This pirate gal has tangled with the most dangerous seafolk around. Unfortunately for her, both Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard’s pet squid have discovered how to use their tentacles against her! She’s ticklish everywhere and would surrender her treasure map to make you stop.

Chip - Always cheery and eager for adventure, Chip is up for anything that puts a smile on his face. But be careful when you tickle him…that sharp head might cut you.

This Random-Ass Cat/Bat/Whatever Demon Lady in the Background at the Casino

Pfft. Who does this lady think she’s fooling, sitting there all innocent like that? She’s such a freakin ler. Come on. Look at that smug-ass smile.

#tickle #tickling #tickle blog #tickling community #tickling headcanons #tickle headcanon #headcanon #cuphead tickling #cuphead #mugman #cuphead and mugman #ms chalice #chalice cuphead #legendary chalice #cala maria #inkwell isles #hilda berg #baroness von bon bon #rumor honeybottoms

[playfulandplatonictickles]

THRAX TICKLE HEADCANONS.

Woo baby, let’s turn up the heat in here for some tickle headcanons for Big Daddy Thrax! These are a mix of canon/a verse where Thrax could have survived the alcohol and become a vaccine agent in the show. Despite his villainous and tough stature, this lethal virus can get a little playful (Yet very sadistic!) when it comes to tickles! Even if he would never indulge for real in the fixation, lol! These are just IF and HOW he’d act/react to someone if they’re close to him, if someone tried to tickle HIM, etc.

Thrax would be a Ler like Ozzy, but is sometimes to rarely EVER childish/lighthearted in it like him. After all, he sees it as either a form of torture for frenemies or a way to flirt with the ladies~. That viral mother is a cunning killer/thinker and enjoys suffering, so it makes sense his twisted mind would use it in an intimate/sadistic manner, even for tickle fights (IF HE EVER WAS INTO TICKLING. Obviously he wouldn’t, sorry guys, lol.) He’s one sick dude. (Pun, but not kidding!! He is devious as spit!!)

His smile is MORE evil than Ozzy’s and at the sight of that you need to vanish. He is fast, strong, and INCREDIBLY agile. Can catch you EASILY.

Oh gosh he is VERY teasy. VERY! His smooth, melodic voice is perfect for it. Varies in gentle crooning, soft sing-song tones, whispering in your ear lowly…Sends absolute shivers down his Lee’s spine. He’ll also call ya cute, flirt and note where your tickle spots are, and exploit it in the most TORTUROUS ways possible. HE WILL WRECK YOU. A LOT.

Miiiight use his chain to tie a person by their wrists and such to keep their arms/legs/ankles up. -oo-

La Muerte Roja really lives up to his name; Will tickle you till your whole face is red and you feel like you’re dying and you’re just PLEADING for it to stop. This softens in his vaccine verse to where he’ll just tickle ya until you’re tired/he got his revenge/you appeal to his ego and such. MERCILESS.

HIS CLAW IS DEADLY AND NOT JUST WHEN IT BURNS STUFF. It legit feels like a thick feather quill. And it REALLY tickles a person if they’re ticklish. It’s very useful for long, slow strokes, tracing shapes and dragging along your skin, and tiiiny little scritches and scratches. He goes gentle if you’re someone who doesn’t annoy him and he doesn’t dislike. After all, despite not being able to infect things in his vaccine verse, he can still hurt someone if he’s not careful. But trust me, he will be if he likes you enough!

Will call ya pet names he thinks suits your personality. But mostly ‘Baby’ for ladies, ‘Kid, Squirt’ (If you’re younger!) and ‘Idiot, chuckles, giggles’ (If you’re any of those. He also saves those for Ozzy cuz he uses the detective’s ticklishness against him a LOT.)

Yes, The Red Death is a merciless Ler and a teasy jerk, but here’s a fact: He’s ticklish, but ONLY in a few spots.

His neck, collarbones, sides and his ribs are the spots. Touch his sides or collarbones and he will TENSE. Scribble your fingers at his neck and he will gasp silently and JUMP, then tell you to knock it off. Proceed with caution.

He HATES being tickled himself. He finds it embarrassing and anyone who asks he will deny it. He will keep a straight face and stay smooth until you actually TRY to tickle him. Again, proceed carefully. He will threaten you with violence, be it in verbal warning or trying to grab/crush your hands. If you’re a friend, he MIGHT let you (Though he’d be determined to best you and most likely WILL.), but it depends on how close you are with him.

In his vaccine verse, where he works as an agent and aids Ozzy and Drix on their cases (A bit reluctantly. He’s like their emo, but slowly becoming friendly rivals-allies friend.) Ozzy HAS tickled him before (By out of sheer curiosity in my tickle works. Ozzy in canon wouldn’t touch that viral-mother with a 40 foot pole.) But only once, as soon as he feels he can be himself around him and not worry about getting killed (Poor boy has trauma from that virus. Yikes.). Jones was playfully persistent despite Thrax’s threats, amused that a hard core guy like HIM could EVER be ticklish. He managed to get a few tickles in by stretching until…Well, you probably can guess the result of that; An Ozzy-faced pancake of beaten mush on the floor (Rest assured, Thrax did NOT kill him for it but still. Brutal. XD). That was NOT a good day for our germinator!

His chuckles and laughs are deep and chesty, but can go higher in pitch SLIGHTLY if you tickle good enough. Also yells out, and VERY rare yelps. Hides his ticklishness and flustered reactions like his life depends on it. Rep and all. He blushes dark DARK red cuz he’s already bright red in color, lol!

Leah HAS threatened to tickle him occasion if he, Ozzy or Drix are fighting. So has Maria. He listens well to this threat. Though, he’s been known to sneak tickles to Jones’ girl too, once he’s redeemed. The first time he did and they WEREN’T chummy yet, Ozzy nearly popped a vessel and Leah SLAPPED him. Now she just punches him or gets annoyed when he lightly tickles her sneakily.

If Ozzy ever tries to tickle Thrax again (Which might be never.), he’d DEFINITELY ask Drix to hold him. Though, that would most likely get his partner/himself in trouble with their hot headed virus agent/ally. To Drix, anyway. To Ozzy, it might be worth it to see his ex-villain suffer (IF he would want to do it!). Sadly, Thrax would get loose and give him another beating. :] Or maybe tickle HIM once in awhile if he humiliated him with it, if he thinks it’ll teach Ozzy a lesson about playing with fire. Thrax finds it SO embarrassing (Though amusing too!) that the reason for his downfall is much more ticklish than him. Ozzy does not comment, instead giving that virus the ‘death glare’ when that red sucker struts away smirking.

If you’re a friend who tickled Thrax, he’ll definitely get payback and show you WHY he’s called the baddest illness anyone’s ever seen!

#tickling #osmosis jones #tickle headcanons #thrax #sfw tickling #OH BOY THE THRAX FANS ARE GONNA GO NUTS LMAO

[the-tickly-faerie]

Ler!ranboo and lee!tommy irl fic where ranboo finds out Tommy’s back is ticklish and he tickles Tommy? It’s kind of a melt/giggly spot for Tommy

Tommy can't admit shit

Sorry this took me so long! I have been dealing with a school play, school, and being sick. I hope you like this.

Tommy and Ranboo were sitting on the couch watching a movie while Tubbo was doing whatever the hell he was doing. You see since Ranboo had been in Britain for about 4 months, he and Tommy go comfortable with each other. Of course, the 3 teens have had many tickle fights. 

Back in the present time Tommy and Ranboo were watching a movie. Of course, Tommy decided to be a brat and decided to start a tickle fight. Tommy launched himself at the tall boy and started tasering his sides, as they fell onto the floor.

“Tohohomhy whahat theheh hell,” ranboo said trying to push Tommy’s hands away. "Fight me Ranboo!" Tommy shout, while continuing to tickle ranboo. 

It was common for Tommy to start tickle fight, but he usually always loses because let's face it that boy has know muscle. It was easy for his opponent to gain the upper under and that's what happened.

Ranboo was able to grab Tommy's arm, flipped him over(while somehow not getting either of the two hurt) and pinned the gremlin. Successful gaining the upper hand, no one should be surprised.

"So Tommy, why did you decide to ruin the calm moment for a tickle fight?" Ranboo asked,seemingly knowing the answer. 

"No reason," Tommy grumbled, his face going red. 

"Is it because you were in a lee mood and was to embarrassed to say?" Ranboo said with a smug look. Tommy didn't answer(because Ranboo was right and was not going to let him have that)

"Its rude to not answer your friend Tommy. I bet you're not answering because I'm right. You know what, I'm going to tickle you until you admit it," Ranboo teased.

"Your an asshole," Tommy responded right before Ranboo drilled his fingers in Lee's hips. This of course caused Tommy to let out a very loud squeal, then very childish laughter.

"Not even hiding your laughter? My you really did want to be tickled. You're such a cute lee tommy," Ranboo cooed.

" Nohoho, I'mhmhm nohohot," Tommy laugh out, his face bright red.

"Yes you are. You're such a cute wittle lee," Ranboo cooed, bringing out the baby talk.

Tommy of course blushed a color of red that probably isn't possible. Baby talk was his kryptonite, it made him so flustered and everyone knew.

Ranboo switched to kneading Tommy's tummy, to give the boy somewhat of a break. 

"Are you going to admit that you are in a lee mood? Because if you aren't going to, I can do this alllll day," the tall boy said.

"I wihihilll nehehever gihihve," Tommy giggled out stubbornly.

"Ok tomlee you have left me not choice," Ranboo say in a villain sounding voice. He took a deep breath. Tommy heard this and gave wide eyes.

"Ranboo no," Tommy said in a nervous tone.

"Ranboo yes," Ranboo said with a smile, before leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on Tommy's quivering tummy.

"RAHAHAHBOOOOO NOHOHOH," Tommy screamed out. Raspberries tickled so much, it always got him screaming.

"Admit it Tommy! Admit you're in a lee mood!" Ranboo responded, blowing another raspberry on his Tummy.

"FIHIHINE I WAHAHS IN A LEHEHE MOHOHOD," Tommy finally admitted. This was Ranboo's cue to that tommy reached him limit.

Ranboo unpinned him, and started rubbing away the phantom tingles. Tommy just laid there letting out the rest of his giggles. After a bit he sat up, hair tussled and a smile splitting his face. 

The had gotten back onto the couch to finish the movie.

"Aw its almost overrrr," Tommy whined out. 

"Well you were the one that didn't want to admit that you were in a lee mood, and decided to start a one sided tickle fight," Ranboo said rewinding the movie.

"Shut up Ranboob," Tommy responded with no real heat behind it.

In response to this Ranboo rolled his eyes and they just started to rewatch the movie. 

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickling #ler!ranboo #switch!tommyinnit #switch!ranboo #i love babytalk sm #fae writes

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

He’ll always be with you

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Summary: Lexi is sad because her favorite dog had to be put down because he was sick. So Kirishima comes in to cheer her up.

Lee: Lexi

Ler: Kirishima

A/N: This is a irl event and I’m clearly sad. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy the fic which would make me happy.

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Lexi crumbled up inside her bed to escape the world around her. Her eyes were filled with hot tears of pain and sorrow. All she wanted to do was crawl in a giant hole and die slowly. That was the best comfort she can ever receive but due to time being so slow, it wouldn’t let her.

Lexi heard a slight knock on her door. “Go away.” She said as she heard someone stepping into her room. She didn’t know who it was and she didn’t want to know. Although, the mysterious figure sat on her bed and placed its hand on her head like she was a crying puppy.

“Lex, you alright?” Kirishima. Her best friend. Her equal. Her boyfriend for a year now. “Kirishima please go away.”

“Yeah no.” He simply replied making Lexi groan in annoyance. “Come on, just tell me what’s wrong.” Lexi shook her head. “Lexi, you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t tell me.”

“I don’t care.” Lexi said right before she felt Kirishima’s fingers wiggling around her rather exposed neck. Lexi gasped and quickly covered her mouth to avoid any giggles. Lexi didn’t want to laugh right now, but Kirishima’s tickle fingers weren’t giving up. “Come on. Where’s my hardcore smile I look forward to everyday huh?” Kirishima taunted her as he wiggled faster. Lexi slammed her head down to protect her neck. “I’m not hehehehe telling.” She managed to reply before Kirishima used his quirk on her and harden his finger so he could tickle her more viciously. “Are you sure~?”

Lexi could tell just from experience that he was smirking a storm. “Okay okay okay, I’ll talk!” Lexi yelled as Kirishima plopped himself more on the bed so he was laying next to her. Lexi stuck her tongue out. “Meanie.”

“I’m your meanie.” He said as he grabbed and squeezed her nose. He lightly pulled it but not to much to hurt her. “Kirishimy! Let go!” Lexi whines as he let go of her nose.

Now, Kirishima looked at her with serious eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked her as Lexi looked away from him. “It’s um…my aunt’s dog Tyler. You know the little Yorkie?”

“Yeah, poor guy was coughing. Why?”

“Well, um you see…he had to be…he…he was…” Lexi couldn’t finish her sentence because she began to cry again. Kirishima instantly knew what she was trying to say. “They put him down did they.” Lexi cried more making Kirishima hugged her tightly. “C’mere c’mere.” He simply said as Lexi’s tears filled his black shirt.

Tyler was actually the very first dog that she fell in love with. Every time she would come to her aunt’s house, she would see Tyler waiting for her, barking to say hello. “Hi Tyler.” Lexi would say, overjoyed to see her favorite dog of all. But now, she’ll never be able to hear his bark ever again. And sure her aunt’s other dogs Prince and Goliath are lovely, they weren’t Tyler. They weren’t her favorites.

When her tears were finally dry, Lexi looked up at her red haired boyfriend. “I miss him so much.” she sniffled while Kirishima kissed her forehead passionately. “Shhh, I know. It’s okay to cry.” Kirishima soothed her by rubbing her back. Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go even for a moment. “C’mon Lex, just gimme a smile. I promise, just one little smile.” Lexi rubbed her eyes and tried to give a small smile. “No, I want a real smile.”

Lexi then felt Kirishima’s fingers wiggling around her sides. Lexi giggled completely and hugged him tighter. “Hehehehehe Kirishimehehehehehehehehe stop ihihihihihihihihit!” She cried desperate to get out of the hardening hero’s hold. “I’ve got you in my trap little girl. And now I shall eat you up. Muhahahahaha!” Kirishima said seeping his voice to sound like a villain. He slammed his mouth on Lexi’s neck and blew hard. “EEEEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lexi laughed inside her little trap.

Once Lexi began to form tears in her eyes, the hero gave her a kiss to her cheek and said, “Aha! I have found my revenge on thee.”

“Kirishima!” Lexi whined and yelled as her boyfriend leaned forward so he was on top of you on the bed. “And now, for dessert!”

“Kiribaby, no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Lexi laughed more as Kirishima kissed both of her cheeks continuously, wanting to make sure her smile would stay forever.

Once he was finally finished, the smile that he was waiting for soon returned. “There’s my smile.” He smirked as Lexi rolled her eyes and hugged him. “Thanks Kirishima. I needed that.”

“Yeah…I know.”

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I’m very sad that my favorite dog of all time has peacefully left the earth with a smile on his face. All those 13 years of life and he has finally reached his goal. Although the dog was never mine, he was my one and only true love.

Losing a pet is like losing a child. That dog was my child. I met him when I was only 4 years old. I still remember the day I saw him that night too. He was in his little cage and he was but a mere puppy, but I still remember sitting in front of him for the first time.

And now, I remember how I went to my aunt’s house to see the 3 dogs (Tyler has 2 brothers). I just never knew that this was the last time I got to see…Tyler.

Yeah, that was his name. To my family, he was a dog. To my auntie, he was Tyler. But to me, he was Tyler Barnett.

A true member of the Barnett family. R. I. P. cousin. Make sure you lick my hand every night in my dreams.

#mha #tickle #ticklish #self interest #Kirishima #pet loss #sad #comfort

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Okay, I love the bit about Sick-ler just chilling in a library on his free time, because I imagine something like:

Newby librarian #1: isn't that guy that shady lawyer who represents a lot of villains?

Newby librarian #2: yeah, I heard he is a villain himself too.

Chief librarian: hush you two, if you have time to gossip, you have time to go sort the books or help with the kids aisle.

#1 and #2: But he is-

Chief librarian: a regular who never ever causes trouble, always brings the books back in time, never checks them out last minute and is the politest person I know. So he's to be left alone in this library, understood?

#1 and #2: yes, boss...

LITERALLY THIS!!! I LOVE the idea of him being a valued patron at the library and getting some protection from the older librarians. Hes always kind to the staff and even donates books out of his personal collection when the library doesn’t have them. In exchange they make his library experience as peaceful as possible

#thank you sm i love this #not a quote #ask #scarecrows oc tag #villain: sick-ler

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Arkham’s Sweetheart and the Grumpy Riddle Bug

a batman rogue ticklefic uwu

A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.

anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!

It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.

Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.

Well, all but one person.

Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.

Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?

(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)

“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.

Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.

Hmph. This was worse than she thought!

“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.

He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.

Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.

He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”

Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.

“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”

From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.

Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”

Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”

She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.

“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.

Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”

“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.

“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.

Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”

He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.

These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.

If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.

She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”

“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.

After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..

“ISLEY!”

The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”

Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.

“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.

Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.

His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.

“C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.

“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.

“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.

Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”

Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”

“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.

Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.

Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.

There’s the Edward they knew and loved!

Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”

Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.

Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.

#lee!riddler #ler!harley #ler!ivy #batman tickles #tickle fic #dc tickles

[bubblemagician]

40 Weeks

Its a Dodge story, friends, so it comes with Dodge related content 8,)

WEEK 0

Dodge was practically suffocated in Mikel’s chest, unable to move, unable to BREATHE in the much taller man’s arms. He had fallen asleep on the floor of Dodger’s room, likely exhausted from the bout of bloodshed and theft and the tryst afterwards. Boss had been extra ‘happy’ with him today, and Dodge’s insides were still sore from the raw pounding he’d recieved earlier.

Dodge’s brow furrowed as he felt the hot liquid still slowly ebbing out between his legs, sharply contrasting with Mikel’s cold thighs pressed up on his crotch.

He’d take a plan B tomorrow. He was quit literally trapped under Wrath’ s body, so he couldn’t really do anything till Mikel got off him anyway. He settled against the Sin’s tight embrace, listening to the strong heart beat.

Despite the fact that being smothered and helpless being something Dodger HATED, he felt strangely alright in this near-chokehold. He glanced up at Mikel’s face.

The Sin was almost calm in his sleep, shaggy mane of ebony hair falling over his forehead, round face and button nose a lot less intimidating in his slumber. Mikel was almost a different person asleep.

But he would always be Boss.

In an uncharacteristic rush of emotion, Dodge pressed his lips to the sleeping dog.

“A-Aeterna Devotione” Dodger managed to breathe out.

“Mm.” Mikel groaned in his sleep, cuddling his warm cat closer to his body. “Love you too”

Dodge’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. Fu-cking-What????

He had most likely misheard- that was- yeah no- impossible. Dodge felt the familiar flush of purple of embarrassment on his cheeks and forced himself to forget that. He hastily shut his eyes, ignoring the erratic beating of his heart.

And also forgetting the hot seed in his body.

WEEK 3

“Keep up, Dodge.” Mikel growled impatiently as the pair was darting through the shadowy streets, arms filled with pricey bags of stolen loot, police sirens blaring behind them

“Right-behind-you-boss!” Dodger panted, attempting to keep up with Wrath. Normally he didn’t break a sweat, his limber body was actually faster than Mikel’s at times. But right now he just felt exhausted, despite the night having just begun.

It wasn’t till the third time Dodger stumbled that Mikel doubled back and threw him over his shoulder.

Dodger weakly clung to the Sin, attempting to tear open a portal. Embarrassing, him and Mikel should have easily been take out these cops. Yet Dodge felt weak and dizzy, and he didn’t want Mikel facing them alone.

In a purple flash they were on the lawn of Sin mansion. Dodge fell weakly into the grass.

“What the FUCK was that, Dodger?!” He felt the heel of Mikel’s boot dig into his shoulder. Dodger winced in pain, closing his eyes in self disappointment. What was wrong with him??

“Won’t happen - ghh- won’t happen again boss.”

Mikel glared at the portal child. Normally he would have kicked him around a few times, but something deep inside told him to let it go. He roughly picked up Dodger’s by the arm.

“The fuck…?” and Mikel saw actual TEARS dripping out of the other’s eyes.

“I gotta go- I think I’m sick or something” Dodger hastily wiped his eyes, staring at the moisture on his hands like it was an alien substance “You can punish me later, master.” he attempted his usual flirty smile “I’ll look forward to it~”

Mikel just stared as Dodger teared away, only now noticing the extremely potent scent of cinnamon he left behind.

WEEK 4

Dodge had been ready and beyond willing to take punishment from Master, but Mikel had brushed it off. Dodge had made up for it of course, he was the Artful Dodger after all.

He watched Mikel ravaging the blood from the victims the portal child had brought for him, angry, criminal specimens filled with Sin. But Mikel didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual as he purified the blood from the humans.

“What’s up, Boss?” Dodger asked “Not mad enough for you?”

Mikel looked up from his victim, fangs and lips ruby red from blood.

“They’re ok.” Mikel barked in reply. But clearly his heart wasn’t in it, his blue and lava eyes flicking back to Dodger every so often. Not that Dodge didn’t enjoy the attention, he casually leaned back, spreading his legs and raising a knee.

“Maybe you’re losing your touch. You’re what, 95 old man?”

It took exactly 2 seconds for Mikel to growl and start ripping off Dodge’s pants.

“Even before getting me dinner, boss?” Dodge teased as Mikel flipped him around. Mikel gave his regular grunt and Dodge got on his hands and knees. It took a minute for the Sin to unzip (and rubber up) before Mikel roughly grabbed Dodger’s pale freckled hips and thrust inside full force.

Dodge arched up into Mikel’s frosty touch, ass rolling back against the shaft. It was surprisingly easy, despite them not having used any form of lubricant. Dodger clenched up on the deliciously hardened cock inside his body.

“Mm, you like that boss?” Dodge trilled, bucking up to match Mikel’s quick thrusts “Enjoying- yourselfffffuck” he bit his lip as Mikel hit him in exactly the right spot.

Mikel suddenly yanked back Dodger’s hair, lifting his arms off the ground.

“I’m not the only one, slut” he whispered in his dangerous voice, punctuating each word with a deep thrust “you’re-so-fucking-WET”

Dodge’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He knew his own body well enough that he could tell when he’d cum, that didn’t make any sense, he hadn’t-

His thoughts were interrupted with a cry of pain as he felt Mikel’s canines sink into his neck.

Dodger loved to be bitten, he loved the way Mikel’s red eye glowed in satisfaction, the way the lilac blood stained like sparkling liquid amethyst on Mikel’s lips, the deep lavender fang marks that took weeks to heal, all symbols that Mikel thought his blood was desirable, that HE was desirable.

So he couldn’t explain his sudden innate fear of losing any of his precious blood.

“S-stop” Dodge murmured quietly. Mikel must not have heard, he was busy lapping up the delectable cinnamon syrup dripping out of Dodger’s wound.

“Mikel please…” he felt himself go limp, the world starting to spin and fade before his eyes. “Mi… kel…”

And then he was out like a candle.

He woke up in Mikel and Peyton’s room. Odd, he never really hung out here (The kid was HELLA irritating) and noticed Mikel at the foot of the bed, watching him.

Dodger gave a weak smile “Sorry Boss… guess I wasn’t feeling it-”

Mikel crawled up next to him, examining his neck.

He must have taken off the collar because Dodger finally felt a clumsy bandage wrapped around his own neck.

“Can’t even handle a nip” Mikel’s calloused finger ran over the bandage “Fucking weak-ass puss”

“YOUR weak-ass puss, Boss” Dodger corrected, closing his eyes at the cold finger, so soothing against his hot skin.

Mikel paused before placing his entire hand around Dodger’s neck, in a choke hold.

“MY weak-ass puss” he growled posessively. Dodger felt a jump of excitement in his nethers at the sheer entitlement in Mikel’s voice, but the rest of him couldn’t help but grimace in pain.

His own freckled hands grabbed Mikel’s wrist to stop him from squeezing any harder. Mikel immediately released him, but Dodge didn’t let go.

On pure instinct Dodge brought Mikel’s hand to his lips. Easing off the glove, his tongue weakly touched the scars of Envy and Wrath.

His own fake fang caps were dull, but they still managed to tear into the flesh of the X. Mikel hissed in pain but didn’t stop Dodger as the tear child began to lap up the blood forming at the back of Mikel’s palm.

Dodger was pretty big on bloodplay, but he was never a fan of drinking the stuff. Yet as he lapped up the Sinful red liquid, he felt invigorated, like this was exactly what he needed. The lack of energy from the past few weeks vanished abruptly and he sat up, sucking away at Mikel’s hand like a starved kitten.

Mikel finally pulled away his arm, staring at the Portal child in silence.

“Thanks boss” Dodger purred as he stretched out. Mikel continued to just stare.

“What’s the matter, Mikel? Cat got your tongue?” he crawled up to Wrath, catlike eyes gleaming as he sat between the Sin’s legs.

“Y'know boss, Blood isn’t the only thing I’m good at sucking~” he whispered, his hand trailing up the distressed fabric of Mikel’s jeans, over his thighs and stopping at the zipper over his crotch.

And he proved just how good he was with the dark mushroom quick as he could before Peyton returned.

WEEK 7

A missed period was the last of Dodger’s concerns, where the HELL was Mikel!?? He didn’t care for Dreamler’s theory, for Zel’s explanation, there had to be some place some TIME he could find Boss.

He combed through every plane of existence he could find, every dimension, every timeline. He found other Wraths, other Once-lers but not MIKEL.

It was useless. Mikel was gone.

Mikel was gone.

He didn’t want to go to the 'funeral’ Zel had arranged, but he knew he had to. Zero would be there, and if there was anyone in the world that could understand what he felt, it was Fort Flotsam’s most wanted.

WEEK 8

He stood quietly next to Zero in the Sin Mansion 'graveyard’

Mikel used to come here often, to tend to Jack’s grave. Dodger always secretly envied Jack. He’d told himself to get over Boss’s dead ex, but he couldn’t help the lurch of fury as he noted Zel had put Wrath’s gravestone between Jack Envy and Peyton Envy.

He barely listened as Face prattled off his respects. Zero, however, was hanging onto every word the Once-ler spoke. Dodge took the masked villain’s arm.

“C'mere.” he whispered, pulling Zero from the procession. Zero numbly let himself be led away.

Dodger took Zero inside the mansion, up the stairs, into Mikel’s room. He opened the closet and took out a large bloody axe.

“I know he would have wanted you to have it.” Dodger pressed the weapon into Zero’s hands “He always respected and admired everything about you, this should be yours”

Zero looked down at the ax in his hands. His other hand pulled off his helmet.

Zero looked strangely small without it. Mottled skin, pale in disbelief, red-green eyes downcast. A lost pup, abandoned by yet another person in his life…

Dodge took Zero’s face in both his hands.

“It’ll be ok”

“No…” the villain’s voice trembled in absolute hesitation, not wanting to say it, but unable to fight the words from tumbling out of his lips “… it won’t”

Zero took a deep breath and looked up at Dodge, strawberry eyes locking in almost angry acceptance(if such a thing was possible) onto the teal and lavender slits.

“I can pretend… I’ve always pretended, all my life” the villain strained to find the right words to articulate his inner smoldering anguish “But it won’t be ok”

His gloved hands set down the ax and curled into a trembling fist “It won’t”

Dodge felt another surge of pure anger and he pulled Zero’s face down to his in a fierce, flame-tasting kiss. Zero shoved Dodge away but the traveler only grabbed him again.

“We-gotta-carry on” he whispered between furious kisses “You’re ZERO. I’m Dodger. We have each other. And we-” he picked up the ax once again and pressed the handle into Zero’s hands as Zero continued to numbly push him away.

Dodger let go of Zero’s lips to look him straight in the strawberry eyes.

“We WON’T let Wrath be forgotten”

Zero sullenly returned the look before finally leaning down to accept the hot, fervent kisses. He wrapped his arms around the thin portal child and succumbed to the need to be held, to be comforted, to FEEL human heartache.

Dodge’s hands reached to rub the dog’s back in soothing circles, their broken hearts beating in sync, silently, sadly mourning Wrath. Their friend, the one person who made both of them feel WANTED in a world that claimed they both were mistakes.

Their lips stayed painfully locked onto each other for how long before Zero finally let go, panting for air.

“Let’s go wreck some shit” Dodge urged, picking up the helmet and refastening it over Zero’s head. “Its what Mikel would’ve wanted.”

Safe in his mask again Zero gave a single nod.

Dodge squeezed him and nodded back. He turned to create a tear when suddenly his head spun again.

“Dodge…?” Zero asked in concern, taking his shoulder to steady him.

“I’m fine- I’m good.” Dodge leaned on Zero before tearing through the space in Mikel’s room. The two genetic mutations stepped through the portal to cause mischief and slowly ease away their pain.

WEEK 10

Dodge stared in horror at the little strip of paper in his hands. No, it couldn’t be- it CAN’T be. He was always careful, always on top of this thing, he’d never- NEVER let this happen.

Yet there was no denying the “POSITIVE” symbol on the test.

Well if you could put something in, you can take it out.

He had to, he HAD to, he wasn’t a father. And he didn’t know what complications may arise from carrying a child with his genetic makeup, he just couldn’t DEAL with any of this.

His mind automatically thought of the nearest clinic he could go to. His medical background reminded him this would be a nearly painless process. In and out, no big deal.

But abruptly he thought of Mikel.

Mikel.

He had only - only JUST accepted that he was gone. He wasn’t over him, likely he never would be.

But this… this thing inside him…

“The last of Boss…”

Dodger felt tears spring to his eyes. Did he really want to lose Mikel a second time?

“I can’t do it… I can’t” he cried out loud. What did the universe expect?? That he drop everything and settle down and play happy family??

But… he couldn’t get rid of Mikel…

Trembling he closed his eyes and thought of his Alpha

“Travel… I need you…”

WEEK 14

They couldn’t delay going to the doctor any longer. Travel was with him, and Zel had come along too. Seth Owens had delivered all three if the Pridelings, Zel had assured both Tear men that he knew how to handle a Sinling.

He lay on the exam table, shivering in the hospital gown.

“Its ok…” Travel murmured, gently taking his other’s hand.

Dodge pulled away. He wasn’t scared, despite the clinic reminding them of terrible memories from both their pasts.

Zel looked at the Travel and placed a hand on his shoulder. That only seemed to agitate Dodger more. Irritated he turned away from the two of them. Literal stinking do-gooders, especially the cop.

Dr. Owens was all smiles and professionalism, he carefully answered Travel’s questions, and kept reassuring Dodger he’d be perfectly ok before finally pointing out the ultrasound monitor.

“And there HE is, Mr. Hess. Say hello to your son!”

Dodge stared at the alien-like fetus on the screen currently kicking his little legs,at a complete loss at what to say, what to think.

His son. Mikel’s son.

“Hm, looks like he’s throwing a tantrum, sorry little guy” the doctor eased up the probe an helped Dodge wipe up the gel on his stomach. “But you’re not to worry, the baby is growing just fine and healthy! I am slightly concerned for you blood count, Mr Hess, so I will be prescribing you extra iron pills, ok?”

Dodge was barely present, the image of his son burned into his eyes. Luckily Travel and Zel got the due dates and details, Dodge’s head was just spinning.

“Well that’ll be all for today’s visit! Please feel free to contact me and the nurses if you have any concerns.” He shook Dodger’s hand, then Travel’s before turning to Zel

“Lieutenant Andrews? I need to speak to you a moment.”

Zel nodded and followed Dr. Owens out and the Tear children were left alone.

Dodge reached for his clothes.

“He’s a beautiful baby, Dodger.” Travel tried to smile at his other

“Why wouldn’t he be, he’s HIS son” Everything seemed to set off Dodge lately. But Travel was undeterred.

“He’s your son too.” he hesitated, then placed a hand on Dodge’s stomach

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

Dodge felt the familiar fear return in his throat and he placed his own hand over Travel’s.

“I’m scared”

Travel gently placed his other hand over Dodge’s shoulder “I understand… don’t worry, I’m here for you, I’ll be here every step of the way.”

Dodger nodded and let himself be surrounded in the others smelly embrace until Zel returned.

Her eyes were wide in shock and she was wringing her hands in nerves, a stark contrast to her behavior moments ago.

“Miss Zel? Is everything alright?” Travel asked, worried eyes looking at the raven.

“I- I’m fine. I need to get home.” She was clutching her bloodwork tightly but her hands still shook. Travel nodded.

“Of course, I’ll ask Roxanne to drop off the kids. Thank you Miss Zel.” he nudged Dodger to thank her as well, but Dodge just shrugged and waved her away.

WEEK 22

It was past the halfway point. Face wanted to throw a baby shower for Dodge, but the tear child had promptly refused. Everything around him seemed to just smell awful, and the smallest things set him off. Not to mention none of his clothes, not even his underwear fit him anymore. His body had gone from a beautiful temple to a mess of too large, too saggy and too stretched in all the wrong places.

He couldn’t bear to think of another 4 months of this.

Travel had assured him he looked fine, even Roxanne said he looked better than usual thanks to parenthood, but Dodge just looked in the mirror and felt moody and sullen. Fuck Pregnancy. 10/10 would never recommend.

He lay stewing in anger on the bed Roxanne had provided, hating the birds outside, hating the the fresh air. Hating whatever healthy concoction Travel was gonna force him to drink with his vitamins.

Like he brought right now.

Travel had entered with a gentle knock and Dodge had to literally turn away from the smell.

“Ever heard of a taking a shower, Rowan?”

Travel flushed. “I- I was going to on Tuesday, ok?”

Dodge sat up to take the vegetable smoothie in with a grimace. He mumbled a thank you and downed the kale smoothie from hellfire down his throat.

“Are you feeling ok, Dodge?” Travel asked timidly as Dodger tried not to gag.

“Do I look ok, Travel!?” he spat out in fury.

Travel tore his eyes away “S-sorry Dodge. I’ll go now…” he took the empty glass and turned to leave.

“Travel- Travel wait.” Dodger reached for the youngers shoulder and suddenly pulled him in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry” he spoke into Travel’s fluffy hair “I’m sorry, everything just feels so wrong, and it hurts and I’m just so MAD all the time” he felt his eyes sting.

“Zel said that… the Sin will affect-”

“Screw Zel” Dodger injected. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean that-” and he started to sob into Travel’s back “Travel I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand” Travel lightly petted Dodge’s back “You’re very brave Dodger, what you’re doing is exceptional. Its ok if you feel overwhelmed”

Dodge nodded into his hair, he was still felt angry, but Travel’s words helped him out greatly.

Abruptly he felt a flutter in his stomach.

He let go of Travel and looked down, wide eyed.

Travel turned around too, unsure if he’d imagined or actually felt-

There it was again!

“He’s moving!” Dodger exclaimed. “He’s moving! I can feel it!”

Travel’s eyes widened in wonder at Dodge’s stomach “Hello, little one” he gently pressed a finger to the spot.

“It kicked!” Dodge happily placed his own hand over the spot too.

“I’ll get Roxanne!” Travel hurried out the room to fetch their half sister (who PROBABLY wouldn’t be too interested) and Dodge looked down at his stomach with a smile.

“Grow strong…” he whispered “Just like him”

WEEK 30

Two months left. The Tear-trio already started working on the nursery, Travel assembling a hand made crib and rocker, Roxanne painting the room lavender and red.

Dodge didn’t contribute to the effort. He’d been feeling weak and tired. Dr. Owen had doubled his vitamin intake, but nothing seemed to be helping.

Besides. Its not like he was going to stick around after the baby arrived.

“Dodger!” Roxanne called out from the nursery “What color do you want the blankets?”

“I don’t give a fuck, Roxanne” Dodger answered back. He heard her curse at him in Espanol, but he didn’t actually care. She came to his room a little later with more vitamins.

“You look awful” she commented, passing the younger his pills

“So would you if you were being kicked from inside. ALL NIGHT”

Roxanne gave a shrug as Dodger downed the vitamins.

“Have you thought up any names yet? And for God’s sake NOT 'Wrodger.' ”

Dodge scowled at his 'sister’ but had to close his eyes as junior decided to start moving again.

“Little devil just loves to move, huh?” Roxanne smirked at Dodger’s belly “That’s right Lucifer, kick him harder”

“Fuck you, Roxanne” Dodger tore open a portal right in front of her face and stepped out into a field.

He hadn’t really had a clear destination in mind, he just wanted to get away from his 'family’ Besides, Dr. Owens had said walking was good for him. He trudged along the grass, a cool breeze ruffling his perfectly styled hair.

It wasnt really a surprise when he found him outside of Sin Mansion.

It was dark and uninhabited. Face and Red came in occasionally for upkeep, Dream and Zel just found it too painful to drop by. So no one was present except the solitary Traveler.

He slipped past the gate and his legs lead him to the graveyard.

He looked at the ten gravestones, nine of which were empty. Just there for commemoration. The Sins hadn’t left behind any bodies, Face had said something about some guy named Breyton but Dodger could care less. He wasn’t Mikel, nor was the new Wrath.

Dodger tried to kneel in front of the gravestone marked Mikel Wrath, but his stomach forced him to sit on the cool grass.

“Boss…”

He hadn’t visited since the 'funeral’ and now he felt like he was being forcibly drowned yet again. The despair as he was starkly reminded that Mikel no longer exists suffocating his already compressed ribcage.

Mikel was supposed to be immortal. Like him. And in all his years of existence he’d never known someone who accepted and appreciated Dodge for who he was. Someone who didn’t care about his complexion, his genetic makeup, his status as the beta.

Someone who respected him for just being himself.

Their dynamic had been unconventional, but Dodge knew he had always been more than just an interesting fuck, or a scientific anomaly to Mikel. It wasn’t the sex or the murder or even the Sin that kept Wrath around, it was just… him. Dodge Hess.

Dodge closed his eyes as the teardrops welled within, blurring his vision.

“I miss you” he managed to whisper out between pained breaths “so much. Mikel.”

He opened his teal-lilac eyes and lifted his fist, the X scar visible in the dim twilight.

“Aeterna Devotione doesn’t- it doesn’t- fucking work if you’re DEAD, boss” he couldn’t help the angered sobs vibrating through his weak frame, hot, incensed tears flowing down his freckled cheeks. Enraged, he punched his fist down through the dirt. And again and again, fury snaking through him like poison.

Fury that wasn’t his.

He paused his assault to feel the baby hiccuping within.

And suddenly Dodge laughed, realizing who was subconsciously benefitting from his show of anger.

He lifted his shirt and stroked the bump on his tummy, the X scar dirtied but there on his hand.

“Looks like you’re more like me than I thought. Little Devil.” he smiled as the hiccups calmed down.

“Not Lucifer. Luciel.” he looked back up at the gravestone “Luciel Mikel Hess.”

WEEK 36

If Dodge looked bad before, he looked AWFUL now. His skin had gone completely pale, eyes sunken in, and even moving was a mountainous effort. Doc Owens had ordered the C-section to be scheduled early, seeing Dodge’s condition worsen by the day.

It was the last day home before going to the hospital, Travel had packed some things and they would be heading out to the hospital tomorrow.

“Dodge! You’ve got a visitor!” Roxanne called. Irritation was a constant in Dodge’s head now, he didn’t bother answering her until a loud knock came and the door burst open with the sudden scent of smoldering flame.

“Dodger my man!!!” The traveler grinned as the familiar masked villain came in with his usual flair.

“Zero! Finally decided to pay a visit, pup?”

Zero smirked under his helmet “I had some trouble with the dog catchers, but I’m here now!” he fist bumped Dodger “and I have something for the new villain to be!”

Zero passed Dodge a box containing bright red baby onesies labeled KILLER PUP

“I stole them fresh out of a high end baby store, then 'persuaded’ them to personalize it for the little guy!” Zero explained, a hint of pride in his tone.

Dodge beamed “It’s perfect, thanks so much man!” he took the box and set it aside and patted his mattress.

“Anything for a pal!” Zero barked from under his mask. He settled next to Dodge on the bed.

“But how are you feeling? Angry? Wrath-ful? uh… Sin… sational?”

Dodger was about to laugh when again he caught a whiff of Zero’s fire-aroma blood and was hit by a sudden wave of HUNGER. He closed his eyes and held his head in dizziness.

“Dodger…?” Zero’s voice was concerned, his gloved hand reached for the portal child’s shoulder.

“Sorry” Dodge replied “I’m just-… you smell really good”

“Hehehe, it’s the scent of EVIL” Zero gave a half hearted laugh from his helmet and continued to pet his friends shoulder. Dodge weakly smiled back, leaning into the touch.

“Its your blood I think… The baby. It’s part Sin so he wants your blood.” but Dodge hastily switched gears, not wanting to freak out Zero. “It senses all the Wrath… You mad, pup?”

Zero put on a faux serious tone “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry!”

“Nerd” Dodger teased, resting on Zero’s chest, breathing in the fiery smell.

“Did you… did you need some?” Zero asked in a hesitant, shaky voice, far from his usual confident tone.

Dodge sat straight up and peered at the mask, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not… joking. If you needed it… for the baby…”

Zero unfastened his helmet and looked at Dodge with his soft, strawberry colored eyes. He brought his wrist to his teeth and tugged off his glove.

“It’s not fully human, but…” he pulled out a blade and carefully nicked his thumb. A stripe of obsidian black blood appeared, dripping down to his palm.

A primal, animal urge overcame Dodger, he grabbed Zero’s hand and hungrily started to lick up whatever he could, the coal-like blood heavy with Wrath. Dodge sucked ravenously at the tiny cut, a bright red gleam appearing in his catlike eyes.

Zero, however, had screwed his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt too much, but it was rather new and despite not being completely unpleasant, Zero really didn’t like this. But that didn’t matter, it was for Dodge.

And… Mikel.

The Traveler finally released Fort Flotsam’s most wanted, looking like a completely new man as opposed to ten minutes ago. Dark circles disappeared into healthy, freckled skin, hair glossy, and a genuinely satisfied smile on pale purple lips.

Zero quickly put on his glove again.

Dodge burst into giddy laughter. “That was excellent, thanks- I needed that. I really, really did. Zero,” he leaned over and placed his lips on the Villain’s.

“Thank you” he murmured quietly into the other’s mouth.

“hehehehe… hehe” Zero’s villain laugh never seemed to come out right when he was being kissed- Probably because his lips were occupied or something, he was NOT nervous, no.

“And your kisses are still awful” Dodge smirked, pulling back.

“Not TRUE!” Zero pretended to gasp in offense.

Dodge pulled him in for another quick peck then ruffled his hair.

“Thanks so much Zero…” he stepped off the bed with energy he hadn’t had for 6 months and opened a perfect, dazzling portal into Fort Flotsam.

“All in a day’s work for the notorious Zero!” Zero put on his helmet and stepped through, waving at Dodge. “Take care of yourself, Dodger”

Dodge watched him leave and closed the tear, then looked down at his newly rejuvenated body.

“Travel… I don’t think we’ll need the early cesarean anymore”

WEEK 40

The first few contractions felt like backaches, it wasn’t till they started coming regularly with full force that Dodger knew.

It was time.

It was an emergency and for once, Travel didn’t argue with making a portal directly into the hospital.

The nurse staff was readyvand prepared and within minutes Dodge was on the bed, gripping onto Travel’s hand.

“You’re doing great” Travel was sweating profusely as his beta clung to him “You’re doing just fine, hold on”

Doctor Owens ordered medicines and oxygen for the portal child and soon the pain was somewhat under control. Dodge felt his eyes close as he was sedated.

“Rowan… don’t… go…”

He heard Travel’s voice but couldn’t make out the words as the nurses set the anesthesia in preparation for childbirth.

He couldn’t watch what was going on, but he obviously knew what was happening. Still, no medical information could have prepared him for what followed.

And finally he heard him.

The angry cries of a newborn, not even a minute old.

“Congratulations, Mr. Hess! Its a beautiful baby boy- oww!” Dr Owens pulled away his finger in pain and surprise

“Goodness, he already has his cuspids! That’s… EXTREMELY rare!”

But Dodge could care less what the doctor was saying as he stared at his child. All the pain, the exhaustion, the ANGER vanished in a moment as he gazed at the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in any timeline in any universe.

Luciel Mikel Hess opened his eyes to glare at his father with sky blue, lavender rimmed irises before continuing to wail and fight furiously, kicking his arms and legs in anger.

“Shh, shh Luci…” Dodge whispered, Travel timidly coming forward. Dodge lifted the child and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Aeterna Devotione” he murmured to the still infuriated child, taking his miniscule little fist in his fingers. And here, holding Mikel’s child, he was finally able to say exactly what he’d felt for him all along.

“I love you”

#Dodger Hess #portalchild #askmikelwrath #wrodger #implied timebomb #I'm actually very proud of this uvu #and bless Croc for helping me out with this thanks bro #writes

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For some reason I thought Sick-ler would celebrate Hannukah. Don't ask me why though, vibes I guess?

I actually was thinking the same thing! He's not really a holiday person as an adult, but I think he wouldve celebrated it growing up. Nowadays he would just be sure to wish his clients who celebrate it a happy Hannukah, and maybe partake in a festivity or two for old times sake

#'i think' i say as tho im not the person who created him #not a quote #ask #scarecrows oc tag #villain: sick-ler

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We haven't heard from your OCs in a while! So consider this ask a chance to share whatever you want about them!

Im going to use this as the perfect opportunity to share the dumbest, most inconsequential things about them, so thanks!

Riper is really big into juicing fruit. Like “suburban mom in 2012 who saw an infomercial for a juicer” levels of into it. They grow their own fruit for it using their quirk

Sick-ler is a cat person, and his favorite breed is bengals. Jesteria is a dog person, she loves Dobermann pinchers. Riper loves both and their preference is simply the fluffier the better!

Jesteria collects dolls and stuffed animals. Her favorites are vintage clown dolls and weird animals that typically arent toys like slugs and eels

When Sickler isnt committing crimes, you can typically find him at the library trying his best to not be recognized. He particularly likes reading poetry and biographies

Riper really loves birds, and uses their quirk to try and attract them with fruits, trees to sit in, etc! Theyre a big fan of kingfishers specifically

Despite not being very big or physically strong, Sickler is actually a pretty good boxer, and learned how to box as a kid

Jesteria has the worst taste in color/design. She loves the most garish clothing that anyone else would hate (she also would love Mina’s hero costume for how bright it is)

#i love that people are still interested in them 🥺 #not a quote #ask #scarecrows oc tag #fruit centric hero: the grim riper #villain: sick-ler #villain: jesteria