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Past and Present

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, so, if you dislike that or tickles in general, I’d suggest scrolling. Thank you!

(A/N: SO. Villainous, amazing show. One of my favorites, however I’m pretty new to it so I’m not the best at writing the characters just yet. So this is one of like, 2 or 3 times I’ve actually written for it? And the other two I’m not proud of so this is good enough for me. So, hopefully it’s enjoyable! And Ngl, this has been sitting in the drafts for a few days because I was kinda scared to post it, sooo, I’m finally just gonna post it and hope for the best. Also! This fic is Lee!Flug and Ler!Demencia over all, though the roles swap briefly at the end, along with there being a little flashback. But anyways. Feel free to send requests about it or just ramble with me about it. Hopefully you enjoy!)

(Summary: Demencia, out of boredom and a need to mess with Flug, launches a little tickle attack on him, which reminds the doctor of some fond memories from the past.)

A day like any other, Blackhat sending off orders to Doctor Kenning Flugslys, 505 cleaning around all areas and quarters other than Blackhat’s quarters, Demencia doing… whatever she does, but let’s focus in on Doctor Kenning Flugslys, or rather, as he’s most known by, Dr. Flug.

Why just Dr. Flug instead of Flugslys? Well, let’s just say the man who most often wore a bag knew that most people pronounced his name wrong, so he can’t be bothered to constantly correct people, so he keeps it as short as possible. He could’ve used his first name, buttttt he didn’t like that either. A certain someone (cough cough, Demencia.) would call him Ken… too similar to the Barbie doll Ken for his taste.

But besides that little tangent, he was in his laboratory close by to his bedroom, attempting to concept works for devices he was asked to make, and he was currently focused in on his work, relaying every detail he could down to the actual thickness and thinning of the lines in his base concept sketch, following by beginning to write small notes around it.

However, this day was going to turn out just a little different than Flug expects.

How so you may ask? Well, there’s a certain human reptile slithering her way throughout the vents, managing to crawl into the laboratory and all throughout it into the doctor’s room. The doctor’s room was neat and precise as expected. Not that she cared too much about that, she didn’t give a damn about that frankly.

What she did care about is that the doctor wasn’t present, aka, her little plan of action was still in action and not cut short, hell yeah! Demencia did a small fist pump to the air out of her own excitement before continuing to quietly slither and sneak out of Flug’s room and right into the current room he was researching and working in.

Awww, he was so unexpecting. How perfect.

With the doctor distracted, it made it easy to slip right behind him. Flug, despite all odds, lifted his eyes away from his paper to right in front of him, somehow having a sixth sense he wasn’t alone, like someone was in the room with him. Surely not… but Flug tried to finish the note he was writing before his premonition sparked so he could look around afterwards, he didn’t wish to break his train of thought.

So, the doctor wrote as following, ‘Make sure to keep the model sleek and be sure to keep in mind-‘

“EeEEK!!” The Doctor screamed a tad in fear considering the fact he was pulled backwards, his chair going back right with him to fall, but the lizardish woman caught the chair before hitting the ground, saving the doctor while scaring the piss out of him. Demencia was just giggling away like she didn’t take 5 years off of his life with that scare, which Flug tried to straighten himself up and go into his little yelling mode in an attempt to scold her.

“Demencia! How many times have I-“ “Can it, nerd! You were sooo distracted! And I’m bored!” Flug huffed in frustration at the excuse, especially since his writing (which already was sloppy) had trailed off his page because his hand spazzed in surprise thanks to her, but he took a moment to think back since it reminded him of something.

Way back in his highschool years, a certain gal who had well managed pink hair would often do such things similar to get his attention, like scare him to get his attention. And when he would question why she’d do it, it was for his attention as previously stated.

Ah memories. There was one time she did that because she needed assistance with studying since she’d lack to do so the nights leading up to the assignment. Of course he’d refuse to just cough up the answers since according to him, it was very inefficient and she should’ve put more effort into studies instead of going to bug him for answers.

So, since he would refuse, said gal would turn to other methods. Like…

His train of thought was cut short because of how those memories never failed to fluster him. However, the small blush creeping on his neck was beginning to happen. Shit. “Well, maybe you should-“ “bug you!” Demencia finished his sentence for him, causing more frustration to come from the doctor staring up at her.

“No! Make your own entertainment like using the TV? Playing with 505?” “Sooo, I’ll make my own entertainment by messing with you!” He’s getting nowhere with this.

“Ugh. Whatever Demencia.” He mumbled, crossing his arms to be all defensive over it. “Hehehe! At least admit it was a good scare!” “It was nothing of the sort!” “But you got all scared, doc!” Demencia added more expression into her movements, her hands going claw shaped as she raised them over Flug.

That again reminded him of those ‘other methods’ the gal would use, the claw shaped hands, the wiggling fingers that followed and the teases that came before the storm. The ones that would be said as she’d request the answers ‘or else’ she’d do it. Cecilia, oh Cecilia, by god she knew how the hell to drive him up the wall.

“…Flug?”

Oh, yeah, he was still with Demencia. “Hm?” “What’s with your neck?” Flug paused to remind himself, thanks to the flustering memories, his neck and face was going a little pink. “…Uhmmm, it’s uh-“ Shit. THINK OF AN EXCUSE! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

“I’m just uh- very hot! Whew it’s heating up here! I tell you these lab coats don’t help either!” He spoke very quickly while trying to say his excuse, geez he was a horrible liar when it came to those close to him. Demencia however huffed at this, her brow raising with her expression that truly showed she knew he was lying. Hell, it was hardly lying with how horrible he was at it.

“You’re a horrible liar, nerd! Spill! What’s going on?!” Demencia pried at Flug for the truth, Flug looked side to side before shaking his head. “No! There’s nothing to spill!” A little more convincing, but still horrible. “Liar!” Demencia racked her brain for a moment, claws… hovering way over him.

So, in a pathetic attempt to figure it out, Demencia did the same thing again, this time instead of her claw shaped hands being all the way up, it was closer to the doctor’s torso but still mostly above it and away from it. This provoked him to tense up, if she finds out, she’ll destroy him to no end. “D-Demencia! Please! It’s n-nothing!” “Then cough it up!” “No!” This was going nowhere for Flug, however, Demencia was slowly becoming wise.

She lowered her hands lower and lower to his torso, all while Flug tried to stay perfectly still to not give away anything as he squeezed his eyes shut, quite nervous and getting flustered at the mere thought.

There’s a moment of silence. What? Demencia usually wouldn’t go so quiet, if anything she should be asking more questions! Flug slowly opened one of his eyes, trying to look at Demencia.

“D-DeEHEHE- NOHOHO! NONONONO! NOHOhohHOHOT THIHIHIS!” Flug was already laughing away, the surprise attack going through any resistance of his as his back arched before flopping right back on the ground. His tummy always was a sweet spot. Which, Demencia had a big chaotic grin on her face that was only growing. “This? This is what’s making you all red?! Really?!”

Oh dear god, the teasing already?!

“NOHOHO! PLEHEHEE- NAHAHA- NOHOHOT THE NAVEL!” Demencia made sure to keep him on his toes with her attacks so they were all the worse. Flug ended up thrashing side to side and out of the chair he’d previously fell with, going and laying down, his tummy to the floor to stop the tickles there. “Ehehe….ehee…” Flug had leftover giggles since the tickles had stopped, burying his face into the floor and his arms.

However, once he felt himself getting straddled, he began to start trying to squirm again. “Nohohooo… Demencia pleheease!” “Hmmm, nope! I wanna know why it makes you all flustered! Soo spit it out or else!” Oh hell no- “Demehencia! Do not! No! Don’t even!” Kenning tried to scold the chaos driven girl in order to get her to not do so. But if anything, his refusal to say why it made him all giddy and flustered determined her even more.

So while Flug tried to scold, his lab coat was flipped over his baghead, covering his vision other than the dimmed light showing through the whiteness of his coat. “Hey! That’s uncahAhHAAhalled fohohor-!” The simple finger slide up the back worked well too, not that any spot didn’t at this point.

“Pff- wow Flug! You’re just a ticklish mess!” He groaned in embarrassment upon the reminder. “Actually, I think I should call youuu…” she paused to think, even doing the ‘hmmm’ sound to think. “Giggle bag!” “Eh?! You will n-“ He cut himself off as Demencia got off him.

“Eh?-“ he looked up at her, raising a brow, quite confused. “Is that all?-“ wait- wrong wording! “I-I mean! Not like that! I don’t need more!” He scrambled to correct himself as Demencia laughed at that, quite entertained. “Hahaha! Don’t tell me you want mor-“

“More isn’t necessary, Demencia.”

There’s the boss himself, sparking fear within Flug and excitement within Demencia. “S-Sir!-“ “My Lord!” Demencia immediately shouted, beaming with energy upon the sight of the refined and fancily dressed demon as Flug was practically scrambling to his feet.

Blackhat however seemed unamused at the two, glaring down Demencia. “You dare distract the doctor while working?” He said, clearly here to scold, she didn’t even care much about that and skipped right over to him. “A little, but that doesn’t-“ “Demencia.” He cut her off, his glare piercing through her, causing her to gasp slightly as she looked at him.

Blackhat kept the cold stare, gesturing to the door for her to get out of the room, which she begrudgingly did so. “…Now. Doctor.” Flug squeaked in surprise as the boss approached him. “I-I swear I tried to get her to stop, S-Sir Blackhat!” Blackhat rolled his eyes, his cane in hand. “Don’t act as if you pushed her away, you didn’t even try!”

Wait. He saw the whole thing? And didn't stop it sooner? How else would he know that he didn’t push away.

Flug however wasn’t gonna dance with the devil, so he just hung his head, staring at the floor. He was at a loss for words before Blackhat scoffed. “Head up, Doctor. Now, do me a favor and get back to work!” He demanded, using his cane to gently push Flug back over to his desk before gently elbowing the doctor in the ribs, causing a squeak. It sorta stung but also surprisingly tickled.

“… that tickled, didn’t it?” Blackhat said in a disappointed tone, not at Flug, but rather himself as if he just tried to tickle him intentionally. Flug gave a shy nod as he rubbed the rib, trying to ease the sting it caused after the sensation, causing the demon to groan and facepalm. “Get back to work.” He ordered before walking out of the room, grumbling to himself in frustration and slight anger the nudge to Flug’s side was somehow a tickly feeling.

Flug let out a sigh of relief before putting his chair right back up, pulling it out to sit on it to go back to work.

“EeeEHEHEAHA! WAHAHAIT!” Flug thrashed his hips away from the tickly hands, turning himself around to see Demencia. “That should’ve been me!” “Wh-Whahat?!” “That tickle jab thingie! It should’ve been me!” She voiced her major anger/frustration. So. Demencia grabbed him right by his hips, causing Flug to be extra squirmy, pleading for mercy and rapidly apologizing as he was picked up and put into his bed, getting his legs sat on.

“Pleeeease! Pleheheaseee! I’m sohohorry!” Flug was in a fit of nervous giggles before Demencia mercilessly dug her hands into the hollows of his hips, causing a shriek followed by high pitched squealing and even higher pitched laughter. “NAHAHA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!” He apologized a bunch, Demencia refusing to let up. “I don’t care! You deserve this for stealing what should’ve been mine!”

“IHIHIT WAS JUHUHUST A LIHIHIHITTLE TIHIH- THIHIHI- TIHIHICKLE! PleHEHEHease HAVE MEHEHEHERCY!” “No matter if it was bunches or just a little one, it still should’ve been mine!” Mercy isn’t going to exist in this case.

But… this felt eerily familiar… didn't it?

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“P-PLEHEHEASE! CECILIA! NOHOHO!” “Giveeee me those test answers Fluggy!” “NOHOHohoh! I cahAHAHAN’T!” Cecilia, soon to be Miss Heed, had her major doubts about his answers thus far. “Awww! But you can! Unless you just want more and more tickles!” She teased, causing Flug’s face to heat up as he laughed freely.

“I DOHOHOHON’T! I PROHOHOMISE I Dohohon’t!” “And yet, here you are! Refusing to give up the test answers! I really wanna keep tickling you to pieces Fluggy, I’m sure you definitely want me to as well, but I still need those answers!”

“I- I dohoHOHO NOT- PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! NOHOHOT THE HIPS! YOUR NAHAHAILS!” Flug was in hysterics, squirming side to side to try and get the tickles to stop despite Cecilia being correct. “Hm? Oh! My nails! I just got them done and everything, aren’t you lucky?” That was replied to with a shake of Flug’s head.

“No? You aren’t? But you’re loving the tickles! Just admit itttt!” “I'M NOHOHOHOT!” With that, Cecilia stopped the tickles, causing the soon to be doctor to catch his breath, looking at her. “E-Ehehe?” “What? Why so confused?” Flug ended up flustered, but managed to mumble an answer. “Wh-why did you… you know…”

“Stop you mean?” Replied to by a nod. “Well, clearly if you aren’t loving the tickles, you shouldn’t need them, nor care.” “T-That isn’t what I-“ “It isn’t what you what?” This was embarrassing to no end, his face going red by his point, luckily he still kept his face hidden from view mostly. He really liked the bonding experience and just being able to laugh… especially with her, but…

“Well?” “It isn’t… it isn’t what I meant.” He finally vocalized his thoughts despite how flushed his face was, which he got a ‘awww’ from her in response as he huffed. “Welllll, I’m glad! It’s adorable tickling you to bits! Especially considering you’re supposed to be here to become a villain.” She reminded him so he’d get even more adorably flustered.

“Mmm…” he crossed his arms, whining before sighing, turning his head back to her. “If I give you the answers… could you just… you know.” She flashed a smile at him, quickly hugging him. “Thank you!” The nerdy man gently hugged her back, a small smile on his face. “Mhm. But please, you should study more.” “I know I know.”

Cecilia chuckled before checking her phone upon getting a notification about Goldheart, her attention being stolen by the hero rather than going to Flug, much to his disappointment. After a minute passed, he ended up getting up, knowing it was pointless to even try and take her attention off of the one she’s recently started to admire…for some reason, I mean, he wasn’t even that great- but anyways. He knew it was pointless.

“Now wait just a minute!” “aAAaah!” Flug was pulled right back down into her lap. “I’m not done with you just yet, Villain.” “E-Eh?” “Where.” “Where what?” “Where are the test answers?!” “I- Cecilia! I’m not playing this pretend game!” “Who’s this ‘Cecilia’ you villain?! I only know test answers!” She said dramatically, squeezing at his hips, causing his little shrieks and squeals to start again.

“Where are the answers!?” “CECILIA!” “Whooo?” “PFF-EHAHAH! I'LL NEHEHEVER TELL YOHOHOU! I DOHOHON’T CONVERSE WIHIHITH HEHEHEROS!” “Much better! I mean, ahem. You shall! Or else!”

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Cecilia and Flug, what a duo they were, however, due to the slowly growing obsession of Cecilia’s, it’s a shame they wouldn’t get to be more. After all, it’ll all end with Miss Heed, formally Cecilia, to be locked away and the doctor to give his advice before leaving. Still. Even with the heartache, the memories are cherished by Flug, and luckily, it seems like Demencia will gladly make new memories like this with him. That’s all he can ask for…

Speaking of Demencia…

“DEHEHEMENCIA!” “Admit it! It should’ve been mine!” “IT SHOHOHOULDVE BEEN!” Demencia, upon realizing how easily he admitted that, decided to loop back around to the original goal. “Oh. Wellll then admit why this flusters you too!” “NEHEHEVER!” “Hmph! Thennn tickles forever! All until you’ll never stop giggling!” Demencia grinned, being evil about this, causing the doctor to gasp and shake his head to refuse.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! I DOHOHON’T WANNA GIHIHIGGLE FOREVER!” He played into the drama, Demencia’s grin only growing as she took a breath, blowing a merciless raspberry right on his hip, causing Flug to practically scream, but still shriek over all.

“DEHEHEME- I- HEEHEHEHAHAH!” Flug was past the point now on forming sentences, just a ball of laughter before the tickles finally eased. “Now, are you gonna fess up?!” “Eheheha… heheh! Mhmhmh!” He giggled his ‘mhm’ out, finally catching his breath as he grabbed Demencia by her shoulders to pull himself up, only for his head to fall in her lap.

“Pff- come on! Just cough it up before I do it again!” Demencia made her claw hands to playfully threaten him, causing Flug to hold his hands out in front of him. “Okahay! Okay!” Flug giggled before sighing in relief.

“It’s juhust… I can’t explain it.” “Eh?! You what?!” Demencia was in slight disbelief since Flug’s logic usually never failed. “I can’t! I promise! It's just… I dunno… it makes me kinda happy and leaves me in a positive mood…?” He was at a loss of words.

“Hmph! Boring!” “I’m being honest! It isn’t my favorite thing ever! It’s just flustering!” He huffed. “Think about it! You’re the one always poking at me a bunch! Why do that?”

After a moment of silence, Demencia did exactly that by poking his tummy, causing his squeak of surprise. “Nonono! Do not!” Flug poked her right back, before squeezing her thigh just once, causing a squeal. Thennn Flug just sat up and pulled her over to continuously squeeze at her thighs, causing her to break into small bursts of laughter, along with squealing and occasional shrieks.

“FLUHUHUG! DOHOHON’T DO IT BAHAHACK! STOHOP!” “Nope! You didn’t stop so fast. Tell me how this makes you feel!” He became stubborn. “You’re gonna understand why it’s flustering and makes people all happy, well, unless the big strong wrestler can’t take some tickles.”

With a slight pink tinted face, Demencia decided to take him on. “I CAHAHAN UNLIKE YOHOHOU! MEHEHEANIE!” “I am not a- you know what? That’s it!”

Needless to say, those two were gonna be having some fun with challenges and squabbling about things. It all makes for a fun time and a bonding moment, and frankly, that’s what they’ll both like about it.

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tickly-giggles · 11 months

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Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 2,683

Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.

The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.

The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside.

Bzzzt-!

He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.

Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?

Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.

Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.

Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl

Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.

Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.

Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic.

Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”

“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.”

Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend,

“Think of it all like a video game. We’re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”

He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,

“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”

“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.

He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,

“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”

“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”

Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.

Bzzzt-!

What did Hawks want now?

Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired

Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.

Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone.

Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?

The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay.

What was going on?!

Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.

Bzzzt-!

Not now, Hawks!

He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.

Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?

Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.

A red feather.

If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.

“Grrk-!”

Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin?

You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!

He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.

Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are

We are NOT friends, you dick!

The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was.

“Hey, Dabi. You okay?”

Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away,

“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”

“Jeez, sorry, dude,”

Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.

The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself

So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.

Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?

Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.

Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~

Like hell you will!

“What?”

Shit, had he said that out loud?

He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.

“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”

He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.

That damn snake!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.

“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.

“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why’s that?”

Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.

“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”

“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,

“I just came to check on ya.”

“Like hell you did!”

Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,

“What the hell was all that?!”

“All what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.

He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.

“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,

“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”

The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?

“What?”

“‘What’ what?”

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well that’s not very nice~.”

By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.

“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.

“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”

“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.

Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.

“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”

Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.

When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,

“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”

“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”

Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure.

After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.

“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.

The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.

“Lohohook!”

He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,

“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,

“I’m furious.”

“You looked adorable~.”

Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”

“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”

“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”

“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”

“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”

“Says the mass murderer.”

Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,

“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”

“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”

Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,

“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”

Happy?

Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.

“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”

Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table.

Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.

“About time. Can I continue now?”

“Sorry about that,”

Dabi replied calmly,

“Go ahead.”

As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.

When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.

Hawks gulped. He was doomed.

A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D

#dabihawks #mha dabihawks #mha dabi #mha hawks #dabihawks tickle #mha tickle #sfw tickling community #mha sfw tickling #dabihawks tickle fic #mha tickle fic #lee!dabi #ler!hawks #league of villains #hotwings #mha hotwings #hotwings tickle

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womanofwords · 4 months

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Blackmail

"No! No, please, don't you dare!" Villain begged. Their smug bravado and posturing was gone, replacing with pleading. "You don't have to do this!"

"Oh, but I do," Hero said. "I completely do."

And then they pounced.

"No!" Villain squirmed, and Hero restrained them. "I'm sorry! I'll behave, I'll do whatever you want, just - please, not that!"

"This is just a bit of reassurance that you'll behave," Hero taunted, grabbing Villain's waist and squeezing. Their fingers became curious adventurers, searching for spots of sensitivity.

"YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Villain howled.

"You are such a precious little doll," Hero said, as Villain shrieked with laughter. "Just so cute."

"NOHOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! DON'T CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Villain begged.

"I'll call you whatever I like," Hero said. "Sweetie pie, precious, itty-bitty cute little cupcake-"

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Tears were escaping from the corners of the villain's eyes. Hero took that as the sign that their work was done.

"And just remember, if you aren't the sweetest little angel for Superhero, I'll see to it that everybody you know finds out about your little weakness," Hero said.

"No, please!" Villain begged. "My reputation will be shattered! You can't!"

"And if you behave, I won't," Hero said. "Now cooperate with Superhero, Villain."

"OK," Villain said.

And Hero smirked.

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writing #writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #heroes and villains #superheroes #tickle fic #ticklish villains

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nhasablogg · 6 months

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Better than Shakespeare

Fandom: If We Were Villains

Characters: Oliver, James

Summary: James crawls into Oliver's bed when he can't sleep.

A/N: My first IWWV fic! I love this book. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send prompts!

Words: 664

James would get into Oliver’s bed sometimes. As a whirlwind of snowflakes outside the window would leave the lake glistening in the early morning light, Oliver could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps over the wooden floor, the boards creaking just before James shifted his weight from them to the mattress. Oliver would sometimes play around with the idea of not scooting over, leaving James to make the decision for them both. But he always scooted over, even when he kept his eyes closed, not certain if he was pretending to be sleeping or not, or if James wanted him to or not.

“You awake?”

Oliver hummed, eyes remaining shut although he could feel James moving next to him. “Sorta.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Is that why you do this?”

Oliver didn’t specify, but James understood. Maybe, had it been daylight, he would see the rare blush dust over his friend’s cheeks, but whatever James thought of his question his only answer consisted of pressing his forehead to Oliver’s shoulder without a word but the sound of him groaning, the sound almost nonexistent.

“I’m so tired,” he said a moment later, when neither of them had spoken. “But I can’t get myself to relax.”

“Want me to tickle your back?”

“Yes. Please.”

Oliver finally opened his eyes, not that it mattered much, and they both shifted around so that he could reach James’ back easily, fingertips ghosting over his spine. They didn’t do this often - maybe James was too embarrassed to ask for it too frequently, and Oliver too afraid of how much he wanted him to ask - but they’d done it enough times that Oliver knew exactly what to do. What spots made him shiver. What spot was too ticklish. What spot would have him fall asleep within minutes and what spot would force him to remain awake due to how good it felt. Oliver felt selfish that night. Oliver didn’t want him to fall asleep.

“Higher.”

“Oh, he has demands.” But he did as he was told, grinning when James laughed sheepishly. He trailed over the nape of his neck, swiping over the spot he knew to be extra sensitive just to feel him squirm and pretend as if nothing had happened. If he would do it enough times James would ask him to switch spots without explaining why, as if Oliver had no clue. It was endearing.

“Have you thought about the auditions?”

“Please. No talk of school. Not right now.” Oliver didn’t miss the anxiety in James’ voice and so he slipped his hand into his hair to try to scratch it away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just stressed.”

“You have no reason to be,” Oliver didn’t tell him, knowing it wouldn’t have helped. Instead he kept petting him, going from place to place in an order that made sense to only him, leaving James melting under his touch. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see him now, sprawled out beside him on his stomach with his head turned in his direction, eyes blinking as if fighting off sleep. Meeting Oliver’s, looking away.

“Hey.” A tap to his cheek. “Are you more relaxed now?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

James sighed, eyes slipping shut. “You’re the best damn thing about this school, Oliver.”

He felt as if he would choke on his next breath. “Even better than Shakespeare?”

“Much better than Shakespeare.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Mm, you should be.” James wasn’t opening his eyes again, his voice low, breathing slowing down. Oliver wondered how he would react if he quickly scribbled over the spot on his back ribs that always made him jump now that he had his guard down, but ultimately decided not to be an asshole when James trusted him so.

He did it the next morning instead, when James wasn’t letting him get out of bed to use the restroom, earning an indignant groan and a giggle he would think about for the rest of the day.

#tickling #ticklish!james #if we were villains #iwwv #oliver x james #tickle fic #n writes #better than shakespeare

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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My Hero Academia: Phantom Tickles!

The poll has spoken, poor Bakugo. xD

Summary: Bakugo tries to take on a villain solo, Dynamite can do this alone! He soon discovers that this task might be a little tricky for one ticklish guy to tackle. Lee Bakugo, Ler villain

Tw: Swearing

07/02/23

Update (26/02/23): Just thought I'd add the details of my villain oc here, since some of you have be asking!

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"Oi! Stop running, bastard!" A familiar sound echoed through the back alleys of the city, Bakugos harsh, aggressive tone broke through the air as he was in pursuit of a crook who'd been spotted stealing people's purses earlier that day. Now that Bakugo was on the case, he was done for. "I said stop, damn it!"

The villain in question was a boy, a few years older than Bakugo, short in stature but nimble on his feet, ducking and darting around the narrow back alleys of the city streets. He turned, sticking his tongue out patronising the hot-headed hero before sprinting out of sight, earning an enraged growl in response.

Bakugo rounded the corner. The villain in his sights. Aim. Fire! He shot himself forward with a few powerful blasts, tackling the culprit to the ground quickly. "Hah! Not so smug now are ya, stupid?" He jeered, pinning one of the boys arms behind his back, keeping him in place.

"Oh noooo, looks like I'm in a spot of trouble here," The other sang in a sarcastic tone, leering over his shoulder at Bakugo. "Damn right you are, this ain't a good time for you to be smilin'." He retorted, pulling the boy to his feet.

"You're right, this is certainly no laughing matter. Oh me, oh my, whatever will I do?" With his free hand, the boy started tracing small circles in the air with a finger, small white lines following the pattern like a sparkler.

"The fuck are you- Hah!" Bakugo hunched over, one hand hugging his stomach as the other kept hold of the boy's wrist. What was that? It felt like, a finger, on his stomach but, there was no way- He shook it off, grumbling as he started to drag the boy back towards the main street.

Once again, the boy raised a hand, this time making a clawing gesture at the air as he grinned. Bakugos knees turned to jelly for a second, making him stumble and lean on the wall of the alleyway as he let out a random, short rush of laughter. "PffAHA!.... What-?" He looked around, bewildered by what just happened.

"What the matter, hero? I thought you said this was no time for smiling." The crook teased, raising a snarky brow at the ash blonde. That's when it clicked. It must be the teen's quirk, it's making him laugh. Bakugo cringed, remembering his encounter with that Mr Smiley.

"You-" Bakugo seethed, gritting his teeth as he roughly pulled both the boy's arms back, marching him further down the dingy walkway. "You'd better cut that out or you'll be s-! S-Sssaha!" He bit his lip, trying to stifle his giggling as he felt a set of ghost hands poking at his tummy in random patterns.

This was getting silly, and embarrassing. Bakugos walk became wobbly, drunken-like as he tried to keep his composure. He could see the boy side-eyeing him with a smile. "I don't see what's so funny, hero." He mocked, starting to twiddle his thumbs. Bakugo suddenly stuck his backside out, trying to lean away from the grip he felt on his hips, the feeling of soft thumbs pressing into the sensitive bone, letting out a shriek.

"Damn it! Stahap!" His grip loosened on his prisoner's wrists, allowing a split second for him to yank his hands free, taking a couple of large steps away from the giggling hero before turning back, looking at the big strong blonde as he started to loose his cool.

"Fuck! Listen here asshole!" Bakugo steamed, explosions firing from his clawed fists. "You're going to jail today whether you like it or n-Ahaha!" Another tickling sensation worked its way up Bakugos inner thighs, making his knees buckle beneath him.

"Poor hero, who would have thought that a few tickles would, quite literally, bring you to your knees." Pinching gestures made by the villain caused Bakugo to snort as he squeezed his thighs together, trying to block the unstoppable attack.

"Stahahap! I-I mehehean ihit!" Threats shrouded in giggling aren't very effective. The villain crouched by Bakugos side, chuckling as he watched him writhe. "Tickle, tickle, tickle~ C'mon hero, do something!" He teased, cupping his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm, sending it straight to Bakugos belly.

"AAAAH! Nononono! Nahahaha!" The blonde's head snapped back as he hugged his stomach, howling with laughter. "I'll kihill you! I'll kill you dead! FAHAHACK!" His legs kicked and spasmed, flailing helplessly as the attack moved to his feet. A scratching sensation made his arches tingle.

"Aawww, he's got tickly little feets. What about if we creep back on uuuup~" Singing again, the villain made his fingers walk in the air, Bakugo felt each step make it way up his thighs, over his tummy and towards the top of his ribs.

"No! Nonononono! Stop! DON'T!" He tried brushing off each step with panicked hands before quickly attempting to grab the villains. Too slow.

"Coochie, coochie, cooo~"

"NO-!" Then it hit, the awful, maddening sensation of tickling on his most lethal spot. Below the underarms, and above the ribs. "NAAAAHAHAHA! N-NOHO! SHIHIHIT!" He clamped his elbows to his sides, still trying to stop the tickling, to no avail.

"OH GOD- YOU'RE DEA-AHA!" His threats became nothing but a jumble of mismatched sounds, a snort acting as a punctuation in the endless stream of laughter.

"That's not very heroic of you, mind you, I am about to kill you with tickles. God my quirk is so fun. My victims say they can feel the tickling much worse than physical tickling." He grinned, not even sure if Bakugo was listening through his hysterics. "They say they feel it right down the bone. Like their brain is being tickled directly. Is that how it feels, Dynamite? Does it tickle that bad?" This villain was the worst.

Bakugo nodded, his face was red hot with blush, unable to respond verbally any more as his eyes filled with tears of mirth, dampening the edges of his eye mask. He arched his back, pressing his head into the ground as he wailed with laughter, the sound echoed down every street nearby.

"Aww, good. I like seeing you students smile. Although we're on different teams, I know you have it tough." He smiled, playfully wriggling his fingers in the air over Bakugos flailing body, a million little spider tickles tiptoed up and down his tummy, the hysterics dying down to breathy giggling. "Stahap! You're soho dead when I catch you! Hahaha!"

"Oop, rude. Back up we go~"

"NO! NONONO WAIT! AHAHA-!"

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He wasn't sure how long the tickling had lasted, but the villain was gone. He had turned Bakugos mask around, blocking his vision before he bolted, leaving the hero in a sweaty heap on the ground, still giggling as he hugged himself. "Damn.... H-Hehe's so gonna.... hah.... regret that...."

Despite having his dignity stripped from him for the time being, Bakugo was looking forward to finding the villain again. He wanted to catch him, bring him to justice! Obviously. No other reason.

#bnha #mha #bnha tickles #mha tickles #lee!bakugou #ler!villain #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #tickles

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malifiquemakes · 1 month

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All of @badninken's excellent Blade of the Immortal posting has got me thinking about my favourite villain of the series: Shira

There's something thrilling about a well written, irredeemable bastard, and Shira is all of those things and more. He is a skilled fighter and a true psychopath who rapes and kills with obvious, vocal relish.

At one point Manji slices off his arm, which just makes him worse. Here he is fighting Magatsu with his new improved bone sword:

That's right, he fashioned his arm bones into daggers. He even says that stabbing someone hurts him as much as it hurts the victim, but that is in no way a deterrent. Gotta admire a man who's never not having fun!

#getting into his head enough to write a half way decent fic is proving to be a fun challenge #he tickles my villain fucker tendencies just right #plus he's huge and likes tossing Magatsu around like a ragdoll <3 #blade of the immortal #shira #gore

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Brush Of A Feather (My Hero Academia)

You know those random ideas you get at like- 3 am and can't get out of your mind? This is one of those ideas. I've had such a craving for Dabihawks lately, and the thought of Hawks messing with Dabi mid meeting was too funny to pass up! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Dabi is bored during a meeting with the League. Hawks decides to relieve him of it.

CW: Swearing, pseudo death threats from Dabi

League meetings, Dabi learned from his time here, were like old tv shows. Usually meetings were held to go over and review already known facts and leads- the more sensitive stuff coded for protection- to make sure everyone was on the same page. Any new information they received was dealt out in smaller meetups, meaning Dabi already knew the scoop on practically everything they covered.

Case and point- he was bored.

And he wasn’t the only one it seems. Beside him, Toga was quietly clicking through various online quizzes. On his other side, Spinner was watching frog videos.

Slumping in his seat, Dabi let his eyes closed, wondering how long he’d get away with his nap before Shigaraki got on him for snoring. He was just starting to drift off when he felt it: a light brush of something against the back of his ears.

Dabi was covered in scar-tissue. There was little skin on him that wasn’t burned beyond recognition. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still feel things- it was just less sensitive compared to his healthy skin. In this case, whatever was brushing against his ear had enough force behind it he could feel it. Reaching back, he swatted at the disturbance.

Only for it to come again. This time against his other ear.

Waving a hand back, he grunted in frustration, concluding it must have been some bug that decided to mess with him. He went to grab it, only for it to slip through his fingers. Another brush- this time against his neck. He slapped at it- gritting his teeth.

“Is there a problem, Dabi?” Kurogiri asked him, putting him in the spotlight. So much for sleeping. “I’m fine- an annoying fly, that’s all.” He crossed his arms and slumped back, determined to ignore the returning flutter against his ears.

“Very well then. Please continue to pay attention.” The meeting went on, and Dabi closed his eyes. The fluttering against his scars suddenly stopped, only to return to his nose. Swatting at his face, he sputtered and glared, a glimpse of red darting out of his vision.

Red? Oh that son of a-

He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the feather. When all the windows and shadowed parts of the meeting room proved empty, he pulled up messenger on his computer:

D: Really? A Feather? I’m surprised you haven’t just snuck in.

H: It’s more fun this way. Besides, you know how your boss is. He wouldn’t let me within five feet of these meetings.

D: More fun, eh? Sure, let’s go with that

The feather wiggled under his nose once more, and this time Dabi couldn’t hold back the sneeze. “Ah-choo!” He jumped in his seat, just barely covering his mouth. Toga made a face at him while Mr. Compress passed down a box of tissues, muttering a “bless you” to him. Dabi groaned in irritation as he cleaned up. Once that was said and done, he wrote once more.

D: What are you, a cartoon villain?

H: You’re cute when you sneeze. You jump like a foot in the air. It’s like you're being jet-propelled.

D: I’m not cute, and that was ridiculous. Stop tickling my nose!

H: Okay <3

Dabi rolled his eyes, pretending the sudden warmth on his cheeks was from anger. The feather was once again out of view, and he felt himself start to calm down. The meeting droned on, and he slumped in his seat once more, closing his eyes.

The feather was back, brushing his ears. He ignored it. ‘I won’t give you the win, birdie.’ He decided. All was going well until he felt the back of his shirt being pulled on, the small feather slipping down his back.

He jerked in his chair, eyes widening and lips pressed together. Oh come on- not now. Not here, you ass! The feather ran slowly up and down his spine, tracing random patterns against his patch skin, especially staying within the healthy parts of his skin. Shaking, he reached for his computer.

D: Get it out. Now.

H: What? You said don’t tickle your nose. You never said don’t tickle you at all.

D: You’re a dead bird I swear if you don’t take your nasty feather-

H: I thought you liked my feathers. You always say how soft they are. Doesn’t it feel good? I bet it tickles like crazy huh? Look how squirmy you are!

It did, in fact, tickle like crazy. The feather traced over his stomach and hips with just enough pressure to leave Dabi fighting down the giggles, a fist pressed into his mouth while the other tried and failed to subtly grab the offending object. Just when he thought he had it, it would shoot upward and behind, giving his one good shoulder a friendly flick before returning to the front of his torso.

D: Birdie I’m gonna deep fry you if you don’t get your ducking feather out of my shirt

D: Duck

D: Graham Autocorrect

D: FUCK

H: I’m dying- Oh my god you’re adorable!

D: Shut the hell up and stop tickling me!

H: Say you love me first.

D: Hawks

H: Say it. Say: “I love you, Keigo!”

D: You're an ass

H: And you're stubborn. Come on, you know it’s true.

Dabi’s face was on fire, as were his lungs. He doubled down in his chair in an effort to hide it along with the few snickers he couldn’t keep back. The feather was now against the non-scarred part of his ribs, tracing out ‘I <3 U’ over and over in the same place and effectively driving Dabi insane. He knew it would be simple- just type “I love you”. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before.

But this was a matter of principle! He refused to give up so easily.

“What do you think of this, Dabi?” Shigaraki asked, bringing his attention back to the meeting. Shit, shit shit. Of all the times! At that moment, the feather seemed to pause as well- mercifully moving to a different spot. “Uh- ahem. What?” He asked, earning a few snickers from Twice and Toga. Shigaraki gave him a slow blink, as if he’d already asked Dabi this same question multiple times. Perhaps he did. “We were discussing what to do regarding the Nomu?”

“Oh yeah! Right- Nomu.” His brain wracked to Nomu topics before settling on the most recent information. “Right- we were talking about relocating them. The previous location has been compromised since our last use of them, so I think we should-ahehahahahahahahhahahaha!”

The villains around him blinked, taken aback by Dabi’s sudden laughing fit. The brunette clamped a hand over his mouth, face burning red and eyes wide. “We should…laugh?” Mr. Compress asked. “I don’t get it. What’s so funny, Dabi?” Twice piped up.

Of course, Hawks had decided to wait until he was mid sentence before diving the feather beneath his arm. Even now, the dastardly thing was making his life hell, twisting and twirling against the sensitive skin. He needed to get out of here.

“Ihiihiihihihi- pfft! Fucking stop it! I’m gehhehehetting some ahahhair!” He stumbled away like a drunk, one hand clasping the affected armpit while he weakly pushed open the doors, leaving an equally confused yet highly amused group of villains behind him.

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“GET OFF!” Dabi reached into his shirt and tossed out the feather, glaring as it floated around him. As it blew off in the wind, Hawks appeared by his side, eyes dancing with glee. “Hello matchbox. Did your meeting go well?” He teased, cackling when Dabi gave him the meanest stink eye he could muster. “Oh you- come here!” Dabi grabbed him around the waist, fingers dancing up and down his sides and earning loud, birdlike squawks and giggles from the blonde. “Ah! Ahehahahahahhahaha! Dahhahahahahhahabi! Coohohohohohome ohohohohohon Iihihihihiihm shahahahhahhahhaarry!” Hawks wailed in glee, weakly twisting in his boyfriend’s arms. Any anger the taller man felt faded away immediately, replaced with wary amusement. “Heh, you’re such a dork. Tickling me mid-meeting? What are you, the tickle monster?”

“Buhuhuhuhuuhuhut yoohohohohohou lohohohohoohohoked boohoohohohohoohred!” Hakws argued, laughter increasing when Dabi found that terrible spot where his wings connected with his back. “AHHAHEHAHHHAHA NOOHOOHOHOOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Heh, cutie.” Dabi grinned and stopped his tickles, keeping his arms around the exhausted bird and letting him rest against his chest. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming to you tonight. Be ready.”

“Ahehehe…hehehe…yohohohu nehehehver sahahahid it.” Hawks huffed, looking up at him then. If Dabi didn’t know any better, he’d say Hawk’s was pouting. “Say what? Oh…” Dabi blinked, remembering what the original deal was. Looking down at his boyfriend, he leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, enjoying how flustered he made the usually confident hero. “Right. Let’s see…was it ‘I love KFC?’” Hawks smacked his shoulder, earning a snort. “No, no, it was…ah. ‘I love bomber jackets.’” That earned him a squeeze to the ribs. “Okay okay!” He laughed as he leaned in, their lips barely touching. “I love you, Keigo. That’s what you wanted to hear, right?”

Hawk’s returning kiss was all the answer he needed.

Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #league of villains #Dabi #hawks #keigo takami #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #tw: swearing #tw: death threats #dabihawks

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anothertickleblog · 1 year

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Every time there's a fight scene in something and the big strong one says "that tickles" meaning the attacks aren't doing anything

I just wish it'd actually tickle, beating someone up and they just start giggling and squirming, pushing the attacker away all blushy and embarrassed

They'd both be so confused hehe, and then of course the person punching figures it out with an "Oh~" and takes full advantage >:]

#tickle #tickling #tickle community #this is just po in kung fu panda #but I want it to be the big cocky one or the villain >:]#take them down with so many tickly punches they're too blushy and confused to keep fighting #would be very cute i think (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)#if I still wrote fics I'd use this but alas all i can produce is concepts

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lee-lucius · 8 months

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Tickletober Day 7: Flustered

Summary: Through an accidental nightly encounter, Isobel discovers an embarrassing secret of Alistair's.

Word Count: 1,346

This is definitely a rare fandom, but I was in the middle of reading the book, and I loved the characters so much that I had to write something. Alistair's my favorite character, and I have a lot written for him that I might post later in the month! I hope you enjoy! 💙

Isobel wasn't sure when exactly she started feeling safe with Alistair. It was stupid. Foolish. They were still in the tournament, and she still hadn't regained her powers. He could kill her at any moment.

Could have.

Until he gave her the Cloak. Alistair, it seemed, was even more foolish than her. Because she was manipulating him. Even if it felt like something more.

That night, however, she discovered a very interesting weakness of Alistair Lowe.

It was dark. Dark enough she could barely see an inch in front of her face. Dark enough she could pretend she was still safe at home.

Well, she could if it wasn't for the boy laying next to her on the bed. So close that if she flexed her fingers, she'd be touching him. It made her hair stand on end for all the wrong reasons.

For whatever reason, she couldn't seem to fall asleep. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the boy beside her. His dark hair, his grey eyes, his widow's peak; all of his features that made him seem threatening and monstrous but had unmistakably softened over the past two weeks. His fingers that had wrapped tightly around her hand and arm, cold and unblemished. His pale skin that flushed a breathtaking shade of red whenever her teasing got to him. His lips that looked so soft and were mere inches from her own.

She really couldn't stop thinking about his lips.

She shifted so she was facing him but couldn't make out his features in the dark. Before she knew what she was doing, she reached out her hand to grasp his own.

It missed its mark, instead grazing his stomach. She instantly recoiled, face hot as realization flooded through her, but it was too late.

He woke up.

Alistair Lowe, the monster, the most terrifying competitor, the one the media had deemed her rival, shot up with an undignified squawk.

She blinked at him, holding back a laugh at the odd noise. An uncomfortable heat still burned her cheeks, but she refused to let it show. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," He answered quickly, voice thick with sleep. "It just—nevermind."

"What?"

He sluggishly reached up to rub his eyes and mumbled something.

"What did you say?" She asked, leaning closer. There was merely an inch separating them.

It was barely a whisper, but the words rang clearly through her ears. "I'm ticklish."

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't… that. Not from Alistair Lowe, of all people.

Isobel had spent the last year of her life living under a carefully crafted persona. Her false confidence allowed her to control every situation she was in and prevented anyone from grasping her true feelings. But her facade seemed more lax around Alistair, and she couldn't help the bemused Really? that burst from her.

She could feel his glare more than she could see it. He really must have been tired because he made no retort, making her smile falter.

"Not that it's a bad thing. I mean—it's pretty cute."

Something was clearly wrong with Isobel, because she couldn't seem to control herself. Maybe she was simply tired, or she knew this was one of their last nights together. They couldn't hide from the tournament any longer, and soon enough their peaceful days would be interrupted by bloodshed.

"Cute?"

His voice was a mix of bewilderment and embarrassment. She knew him well enough by now, had peeked into his mind enough, to understand his doubt. Because he was a living nightmare, a whisper in the wind, a monster that only existed in children's nursery rhymes.

Isobel had thought of him that way too. Until the past two weeks that showed her he was something more. Something human. She wanted to show him that. And she wanted one last good night together.

"Yeah, you're cute," She whispered back, wondering if his face was as hot as hers, if his heart was beating as fast.

"No, I'm not," He sounded breathless.

"I'll prove it to you."

"How?"

It was a challenge. One she was happy to accept.

Isobel darted at him as he hastily scrambled back with a quiet Oh shit. She grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her side of the bed.

After a playful mock wrestling match, Alistair was laying against the bed on his back with Isobel victoriously kneeling over him. It was an easy win, even with neither of them using their full strength, Alistair was uncoordinated and not very strong in the first place.

"Still don't believe me?" She teased, a wicked smile much like Alistair Lowe's trademark one plastered on her face. Theatrically, she cracked her knuckles and slowly lowered her hands towards him. Then she heard it.

Alistair was giggling.

Her heart swelled at what was the most beautiful noise she had ever heard. It was soft, quiet and raspy as if his laugh often went unused. She wanted to hear it more, and it spurred her on as she dug into his sides, making him shriek.

"I wish I still had my magic so I could see your cute little smile."

"Ihihit's nahahat cuhuhute!"

He squirmed, twisting underneath her hands but made no attempts to stop her.

"Mm, I disagree," She clawed at his stomach, relishing in his breathy giggles. "And I don't think I can stop until you admit it."

"Nohohoho!" He shook his head wildly, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth and block his stream of laughter.

"Do you really think that will help, Al?" She asked, smirking.

Her fingers slowly trailed up along his sides towards his armpits. He trembled, squirming more vigorously than before but refusing to budge.

She tsked, stilling her finger right before their target, "Any last words?"

He said nothing. She spidered his fingers along his armpits, and he immediately shot his arms down with a loud squeal. His laughter was louder now, and his squirming more urgent when he finally called for mercy.

"Stahahahahap!"

She did, resting her hands on his chest and suddenly becoming very aware of how intimate their position was. He caught his breath as she tried to calm her blush. After a few moments, she spoke up again.

"So? Are you ready to admit it?"

He was looking right at her. She could feel his heart beating faster than it should be. "I'm a monster," He whispered. It was barely audible.

She thought of his lips again. Of the Divine Kiss spell that left its imprint on her wrist. Of how many nights she had spent tracing it in the dark.

"I don't think you are."

"I was going to kill you," His voice sounded raw, pained. Like a confession of guilt.

"So was I."

It was silent for a long moment. The only sound was a rapid heartbeat; she couldn't tell if it was his or hers.

"I still might."

"I know," They were rivals, after all. The two strongest champions. The princess and the dragon.

They were their families only hope, and it could only end in bloodshed.

Until then, she would claim what little joy was left in the world. She would spend this one last night living as if their lives were normal.

"You're still cute, though," She breathed, dangerously close to the boy she'd have to kill.

And Alistair must've wanted that too, because he laughed. "I don't know, I think you're cuter,"

He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her sides, and making her erupt in laughter this time.

When the antics were finally over and Isobel had won, forcing a begrudging Alistair to admit he was cute, they settled in to actually sleep for the night. At her request, he lulled her to sleep with another story. This one about nightcrawlers.

As she slept, she dreamed for once about childish fears and monsters that didn't seem unconquerable.

She defeated the monster and kissed her prince charming like she never could in real life, because they were one and the same.

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #all of us villains #aouv #alistair lowe #isobel macaslan #alistair x isobel #lee!alistair #ler!isobel #ticklish!alistair

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kinkynaut · 9 months

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experiments

to fill out my blog, i decided to post one of my suuuuuuper old tickle fics - it includes the old design of my sona, lizzie, so take everything with a grain of salt cos she looks and acts way different now lmaooo

i'm lowkey kinda embarrassed abt this fic cos i wrote it a couple years ago and reading my old writing makes me cringe but its content so buckle up baby here we go

fandom: original characters characters: lizzie (sona)((old design)), detached scientist voice coming from a speaker summary: lizzie wakes up in a locked room that appears to be inside of a science facility, strapped to a chair for the entertainment of the researchers who captured her - kinky shenanigans ensue 3677 words warnings: cnc, kidnapping, tickling, forced orgasms, denial, */f

enjoy!!

“Subject 001 appears to be incredibly sensitive all over her upper body,”

a sharp, monotonous voice cuts through the silence of the dim and chilly room, the sudden sound momentarily snapping Lizzie out of her amorous daze and causing her to jump slightly in her spot, although the metal cuffs binding her wrists to the chair she sat in didn’t really allow her to move much at all.

“... Especially around her breasts, which - when touched - produce wildly different reactions than the rest of her does.”

The loudspeaker that carried the voice around the room then died off with a loud click, leaving the imp alone once again with nothing but the sounds of her panting and giggly moans filling her cell. The brunette was currently strapped quite tightly by her arms to a metal chair in the middle of an empty dungeonesque type room, clad in nothing but a thin - and quite wet - pair of patterned pastel pink panties, her glasses discarded somewhere near her on the cold concrete tile floor. Somewhere near those would be the scraps of her matching bra, which was hastily torn to shreds before her… “testing” even actually began.

On the floor beside her were two metal hatches, both slid open enough to make room for the array of small mechanical hands that had snaked their way around the girl’s mostly naked body, their fingers eagerly searching for any sensitive spots they could find - and unfortunately for the brunette, they had eventually settled right at her exposed breasts after she had endured quite a bit of gentle tickling and lingering, teasy touches everywhere else from them. Two of those dastardly hands had taken to pinching and rolling her nipples in between their thumbs and forefingers, occasionally skittering over the normally covered skin between her chest or intricately swirling around the outer edges of her sensitive spots, slowly coming closer and closer before gently scratching right at the tips of those erect mounds - all of which sent Lizzie into a fit of whimpers and moans, her eyes tightly squeezed shut while her body trembled with pleasure and stifled giggles. Every stroke, every soft caress made her melt more and more into the chair, her bottom lip becoming red and sore from how hard she was biting it to try and keep herself from dissolving into loud and embarrassing pleasured noises.

The imp had no idea how long she had been in this position, and it was starting to worry her quite a lot. Every passing second felt like several hours - and honest to god, she had no idea how she even got here in the first place. In her sleepy, almost drugged-like state upon first waking up in the room, she was barely able to make out the dark silhouettes of two taller figures looming above her, their fuzzy and far-off sounding voices flowing in through one ear and out the other - the only things she was able to pick up on were “inhuman”, “possibly dangerous”, “weaknesses” and “experiments” before blacking back out, waking up bound and naked however long after that. The only thing that mattered to her now was finding a way out of this place - and not allowing herself to be embarrassed any more than she already had been there.

Pulling her back out of her thoughts, a third hand sneakily twisted itself around the back of the chair and slowly approached Lizzie’s side, waiting for the perfect moment before lunging forwards and grabbing a handful of pudge, it’s fingers skittering and massaging into her skin and making her shriek in surprise, all of the bottled up moans and quiet little cackles steadily flowing out of her mouth almost immediately after that. Paired with the two tools currently playing mercilessly with her breasts, the heat and the lustful aching between her legs caused by those fingers was becoming increasingly hard to handle - every touch sent a jolt of electricity down her spine and right into her special spot, making her gasp loudly and arch her back, her fingers curling tightly into fists. If she had to endure another second of this tickly torture, she would burst at the seams, so she did the only thing she could think of doing in that moment - she squeezed her knees together, wincing slightly at how sensitive and wet she already was down there, but relishing in the reality of just exactly how good doing that felt to her.

It was then that the loudspeaker squealed back to life.

“Subject 001, you were told to keep your legs wide open, is this incorrect?”

“M-my nahahame— my nahahame ihihis L-Lihihihizzie!” The girl responds quickly through choked laughter, her voice dry and hoarse from how much she had already laughed and shrieked throughout this session, “ahahahand—!”

“Is this incorrect, 001?”

“Hnnnnhhhh— n-nohoho, buhuhut-!”

“And you were told that there would be consequences for doing exactly that, correct?”

“Ffffffuuuuhuhuhuuuuhghh—!! I dohohohon’t cahahahare! Mmhh..! Let mehehe gohoho, you creheheeeheheeps!! Or I’ll- Ihihi’ll—!”

Before the girl could finish her sentence and throw whatever empty threat that had popped into her mind out into the open or make any more snarky remarks, a harsh, ear-splitting beep rang throughout the room, making her choke on her words and immediately flinch back into her seat. The poor girl had no time to even attempt to gather her bearings or look around to try and find the source of the new and alarming sound, as several more of those robotic hands shot out from the open trapdoors, an array of different tools clasped tightly in between their devilish fingers. Some wielded threateningly fluffy feathers, others teasingly twirled around makeup or paint brushes dangerously close to Lizzie’s arched sides, and the rest flaunted little combs or big, chunky hair brushes that already sent powerful chills down her back just by the look of how horribly they would tickle. However, the things that really caught her attention were the two large, metal claws that slowly twisted out from the floor and now ominously loomed above her, each one opening and closing their jaws softly and almost mockingly at her, a quiet clicking noise sounding out every time they opened and shut again.

It didn’t take long for her to react; her breath quickened, her eyes as wide as plates as she struggled with a sudden burst of adrenaline against her restraints, legs kicking out hard enough to break something and with reckless abandon while her head shook wildly from side to side.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck FUCK— No no nonononono, no!! Don’t—!! Hahhh— M-Make them go back!! Make them go away, don’t let them any closer!! P-Please—!”

“Now, now, little lab rat… Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be. It’s for the sake of scientific research, after all - and if you can’t follow simple orders…”

The voice replied calmly, yet sharply - there was a hint of a smirk in their otherwise emotionless tone, which only made the girl’s chill’s ten times worse. Her eyes remained locked on the claws the entire time, her protests and any frightened noises becoming trapped in her throat every time they so much as wiggled slightly in the air - she had no clue what they were meant to do, her mind simultaneously blanking and coming up with the craziest of thoughts the longer they hovered, filling the imp with the strongest sense of dread she’d felt in a long time.

Luckily - or rather unluckily - for her, the teasing only lasted a few moments more. Like a snake lashing out towards its prey, the claws lunged forwards and tightly snapped shut around her ankles, earning a rather girly and high pitched shriek of terror from Lizzie, who’s eyes immediately squeezed closed as her body flattened itself protectively against the back of the chair. It only took a second or two for her to realize that nothing objectively bad or scary had happened to her - although she almost wished that it had, as the sudden feeling of her legs being lifted and slowly, tauntingly spread apart made her eyes fly back open, the girl gasping a little as she tried desperately to fight back, to pull her legs as close to her as possible - but to no avail.

“... They’ll just have to be enforced a little more firmly, wouldn’t you agree? The more you cooperate with us the faster this process will go,” with her legs now being completely spread out in front of her, there was no shielding herself from the pesky hand that inched its way closer to her crotch, sticking out its index finger and slowly dragging it in a circle around her lips through the fabric of her panties, which easily got the brunette to dissolve into quiet little gasps and stifled moans, “although I’m almost certain that you’d like this testing to go on for longer than you’d care to admit, judging by how soaked you are already. Speaking of, this pathetic piece of cloth won’t be needed anymore. It only gets in the way of driving you closer and closer to the edge.”

With quite a bit of force, the hand that teased Lizzie’s sensitive spots now hooked it's fingers around the waistband of her panties, wasting no time in forcefully ripping them off of her, earning incredibly embarrassed whimpers from her as she helplessly watched the shreds of her beloved underwear and last line of defence flutter to the ground. Now that she was completely uncovered, the hand moved back, easily able to slip back between her legs and stroke up and down the slick area with the softest of movements, which already drove the poor imp up the wall.

“But of course, we won’t let you finish that easily.”

“Mmmhhh… You… Bihihitch…”

The girl growls between breathless, airy moans and quiet giggles, as now another hand was added into the mixture - one that busied itself with carefully fluttering its fingers back and forth along her lower tummy, just barely making contact with her hips before making a sharp turn and starting the process again in the other direction.

“Ah ah ah, there you go again, mouthing off to the hand that feeds you… will you ever learn, Lizzie? I think you need to be taught a lesson, one that’ll stick with you until the very end. Luckily for you, we have all the equipment required to do such a thing. Isn’t that just lovely?”

Furrowing her brows even further than they already were, Lizzie tilts her head back against the chair, biting her lip yet again to try and block the pleasurable feelings out and concentrate on what exactly the voice had just said to her.

“Wh-.. Whahahat do yohohou—..?”

“Good luck, and try not to break too soon, 001. We may wish to have some more fun with you later.”

And with that, the intercom shut off with a click, and the girl very quickly started to get a sense of what they meant with their sinister, almost playfully threatening words.

The unexpected feeling of the feathers beginning to stroke up and down her sides made Lizzie squeal and arch her back, a new wave of helpless giggles flooding out of her mouth. Up and down and up and down they went, the soft fibers covering every inch of sensitive skin they could reach, their tips just barely grazing over the spots underneath her arms before flicking back down, ending right above her hips before going back up and starting again. After a few rounds of that, a pair of makeup brushes were introduced to the squirming girl’s underarms - slowly they started circling the outer edges of her ticklish spots, getting closer and closer to the center with every passing stroke until they began wiggling over them at record-breaking speeds, sending the imp into much louder hysterics. Her fingers clenched into fists, her arms desperately trying to clamp closer to her sides as she whined, wiggling herself from side to side to try and rid herself of the unbearably soft tickly sensations - which only seemed to entice the robotics more.

Almost all at once, the rest of the hands sprung forwards, fighting for dominance over which sensations would get the girl to scream with laughter the loudest. Paintbrushes now swooped and glided over her tummy, missing not an inch of skin as Lizzie tried her hardest to suck it in, their bristles easily following her every move - it didn’t take long before they were joined by another pair of empty hands, which held her hips still and simultaneously squished and squeezed at the bit of chub pooling around there, every time causing her to shriek out a laugh. This seemingly made it easier for the paintbrushes to be as precise as possible, now allowing for one of them to teasingly trace along the edge of her bellybutton before dipping in and tickling the very bottom of it. The rest of her upper body was subjected to the same torture - her ribs were counted over and over again, fingers being stuffed between them through her pudge every time she moved even the slightest bit, which always effortlessly got her cackling without fail. This always got the attention of the other ticklers - in an almost battle like way, all the other hands would up their tickling any time Lizzie’s laughter went up an octave, leaving her screaming and snorting and thrashing around until they decided to slow things down once again, keeping her in an endless loop of near hysteria.

On the softer side of things, two makeup brushes flicked up and down both sides of her neck, keeping her head twitching every which way as she was unsure of which direction to move in to block out the tickles. Each time she moved her head left, the brush on the right side of her neck would scribble around like crazy until she moved back, and so on. Her ears were included in the torture, as well - big, fluffy feathers gently caressed the edges of them, moving up and teasingly circling around the pointed tip before swishing back down.

Her chest was under the attack of more stiff feathers, which were positioned vertically underneath her nipples and viciously tugged back and forth, almost as if they were sawing through the bark of a tree - this really got the girl moaning, her shoulders shaking with both laughter and pleasure while she sunk backwards, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, her chest heaving as she panted needingly.

“PLEEEEEHEHEHEASE!! I-I cahahan’t tahahake a-anymohohore..! Nnnghh— mahahake ihihit— mmmhh, stohohohop…!”

Unfortunately for her, it seemed as though her pleas for mercy either went unheard or were ignored completely, as the next thing she knew - she was watching anxiously as her legs were straightened out in front of her, the hands which wielded hairbrushes as well as empty ones approaching her very unprotected feet with visible hunger. Her toes curled and wiggled in anticipation, the mere sight of it all making her giggles rise in pitch already. The teasing was slow; a single finger placed against her heels, then slowly swiping up and down the entire length of her soles, right up underneath her toes and back down, which was already enough to keep her squealing - but oh no, it didn’t stop there. After testing the waters and warming the brunette up for what was to come, her toes were then held back, leaving her completely vulnerable to all the tickling she was about to endure. The hands then took the form of claws, eagerly raking themselves up and down her taut soles with vigor, paying close attention to her reactions as they scribbled along her arches and the highest part of her soles overall. Tears were now freely streaming down Lizzie’s face, her cheeks a very deep shade of red, a color which spread all down her neck and to the tips of her ears as she gasped and shrieked, her laughter breaking with loud moans or gasps for air every so often. This wasn’t even the worst of it though. As those fingers moved higher and higher up towards her toes to pinch and wiggle and dig in between them, they were replaced by the rough, horribly ticklish sensation of the brushes chasing them away and then pumping back and forth along the middle of her soles while the combs zigzagged and zipped all around her heels.

Now the poor girl was absolutely hysterical. Her laughter was nothing more than shrill screams and hiccups, silent and breathless as she slumped back, practically unmoving save for her periodic twitching and the rapid rising and falling of her chest. Thankfully this only lasted a few more moments before the tickling let up, nearly all of the hands retracting save for a few - some which gently traced soft patterns and shapes into her soles, others which swirled fluffy feather tips around her tummy and sides, two at her chest that played carefully with her nipples and a few others which slowly twisted their way between her legs with devious intentions - although Lizzie barely seemed to notice, too caught up in catching her breath and attempting to regain at least a tiny bit of her strength before anything else happened.

The slow, long lick of a feather against her outer lips proved that trying to ready herself for the torture to continue was useless, the feeling of it already making her moan out loud, giggles following close behind. Lick after lick, stroke after stroke sent the girl into immense ticklish bliss, her eyes gently squeezed shut as she rocked her hips closer to the feather, trying to get more pleasure out of this. Very clearly taking it as a sign, she was slowly spread apart, the imp biting down gleefully on her bottom lip as the feather’s tip came in contact with her aching bud, circling around it slower than ever. Once again the stroking started - up and down and up and down, Lizzie’s breathing began to quicken, her body shaking once more. Her head rolled back happily as the feather began to saw across her, ever so slowly increasing speed, that tight feeling starting to build up right in the bottom of her tummy. It was then that two small makeup brushes were introduced into the situation, both taking turns brushing up and down her lips and over any spots that the feather missed. The brunette was quickly approaching the edge, her toes starting to curl as her fingers clenched, her moans turning to gasps and becoming more frequent and higher-pitched, until…

The hands stopped, going agonizingly slowly once again, making the girl’s eyes shoot open as she whined loudly and childishly, her body relaxing.

“W-Wait!! No, no, nonono— y-you cahahan’t…! You—! Ahhnnnghh—..”

Over and over, the imp was brought to the edge by the feather, every flick and stroke and kiss driving her further and further into madness. Each time she was denied the orgasm she so desperately needed, she’d whimper, slamming her body back against the chair as her panting gradually grew louder and more desperate, only to be forced back into her arched position by the hands starting their torture up all over again. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy - all she could think of now was release, of how badly she needed it or else she’d lose her mind completely.

Somewhere in between being edged twenty or thirty times, the fingers dancing across her feet had been replaced with the brushes, which pressed down hard against her soles and slowly dragged around them, up and down and side to side and in whichever direction they could think of, immediately bringing the girl to a state of seriously aroused hysteria. Her palms slapped weakly against the armrests of the chair, more tears beginning to trickle down her seriously flushed cheeks - her laughter came out mostly as moans with embarrassing hiccups and squeals in between them as she was once again edged for what felt like the hundredth time that day. With a desperate cry, she throws her hips down towards the fluffy utensils, only to be denied and slump back down with a defeated pout… or at least what she could manage of one through her giggles.

This time, however, as the procedure began all over again, the feather and makeup brushes didn’t stop once she was back on the edge - instead, they sped up, all of their focus being directly on her most sensitive spot, which was hot and begging for release. All too quickly she was back to being an absolute mess, toes curling tightly, body shaking more than ever at the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was dealing with.

“Ohhh god, o-ohohoh ffffuuuuhuhuhuck, mmmhhhplehehehease, PLEASE!! F-FAHAHASTER!! Ihihi cahahan’t— I-I’m gohohonna-!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, she just about burst, hitting the orgasm she craved with a long drawn out whimper - she came, and she came hard, but that simply wasn’t enough for them. Instead of stopping after the last bit of her orgasm finished rocking her, they kept going, their speeds reaching levels that nearly broke the poor imp girl, her eyes squeezing shut and her teeth clenching as she came again - and then again, and again and again and again until she physically couldn’t anymore, her voice nearly completely gone by how loud she had been.

It was then that all the hands and the big metal claws pulled away, leaving her trembling and hiccuping form lying still against the chair, which slowly tilted back with a mechanical whirring until it stopped, clicking into place with a pop and allowing Lizzie to lay back, the cuffs around her wrists unlocking themselves so she could be comfortable. Eyes heavy and with the biggest, dopiest grin on her blushy and tear-stained face, the girl slowly drifted off with a pair of fingers stroking gently through her hair - and secretly wishing that she’d be in for a second round of experimenting just like this one tomorrow morning.

#n/sfw tickling #n/sfw #fanfiction #tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #denial #teasing #laboratory testing #villain #scientist #buggy.doc #buggy.ocs

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theleetoalerandalertoalee · 8 months

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I just read a manga called Mr. Villain’s Takes a Day Off or something and it’s SO CUTE AAAAAA

I’ve only read the first volume and idk if there’s more but like I’d go to Heaven immediately if there was tk art of him- I just might make a fic of him man HES TOO MUCH FOR MEEEE AAAAA

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #tickle tickle #tword community #tword post #tword blog #sfw twords #tickle fic #mr villain's day off

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switch-writer · 2 years

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Mayday! Mayday! Oh! Stress averted!

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, so, if you dislike that or tickles in general, I’d suggest scrolling. Thank you!)

(A/N: So! This was a request from @594moongeo (sorry for the @ if it’s bothersome Geo!) who’s seemingly very sweet and has given me some lovely ideas and compliments! Said idea was 505 cheering up a stressed Flug, and I decided to write a fic on it! I’m not sure if I’d qualify this is as a complete fic since it’s a little shorter than I’d like, but I might as well post it! I will also say some causal villainous accounts ended up liking/reblogging the original ask so that sparked me to go ahead and write it [despite being a little nervous ^^”] so here it is! And it was written a little quicker than normal, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable!)

(Summary: Dr. Flug is feeling quite stressed, so, 505 decides to assist the doctor!)

“Good morning 505.” Flug greeted happily, the blue bear perking up due to the headpats and kind tone of his father-like figure. “How are you feeling today?” He asked 505, to which the bear replied with his little babbles and sounds, clearly indicating he was happy.

“Ah! That’s quite nice 505. Well, let’s go get our morning started… Blackhat has called me to come into his office in about 10 minutes, so just clean up around here for me while I’m meeting with… B-Blackhat.” He was nervous about this little ‘meeting’ considering it didn’t seem to be a client type of thing, after all, most of the time when he was called, it was through a painful method. So this…was… nerve wracking for Flug.

Luckily, 505 seemed to notice his nervous shivering and expression his goggles portrayed and gave him a nice big bear hug, which surprised Flug but didn’t cause his little surprised squeak. “Awww… 505…” he mumbled before doing his best to return the hug, only to get squeezed.

“aH! O-Okay! Careful! You have remarkable s-strength!” He quickly spoke as he tried to get air in his lungs, but greatly appreciated the hug still. 505 did end up loosening his grip again, allowing Flugslys to enjoy the hug again despite him being lifted off the ground due to it. “Hehe… I’m grateful for this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous 505..” he mumbled as 505 placed the delicate doctor down to the floor.

“Thank you…” Flug dusted his lab coat off, wanting to get the blue fluff off him to make himself presentable, then he said his little bye to his lovely bear and went to go see Blackhat.

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So, now, here Flug was, dragging himself back in the lab after that usual dreadful experience that was also majorly stressful. 505 looked up from where he was cleaning, getting extremely happy over Flug’s return but was quickly saddened upon seeing Flug, clearly stressed or upset as he sat back at his desk to look over papers since there was much work to be done.

“I could skip my break… I really could skip lunch, that’d give me extra time…” he mumbled to himself as if his 5 second break would help him much before he glanced behind him seeing 505 coming over. “O-Oh… hi...505.” He greeted, clearly forcing his kind and sweet tone despite his stress levels being very present. He was stressed out… endlessly stressed out.

505 easily saw right through the forced tone. How so? Well. Flug is the worst liar in existence. But! 505 gave a big bear hug as he did previously that morning to ease the doctor. “Ah… thank you… I don’t know. It’s just… you know…” Flug failed horribly to make any sort of sense with his words before realization dawned on him, causing a groan towards himself, followed by a facepalm. He didn’t like not making any sense. “Mm…” he whined before 505 nuzzled up to him.

“Thank you again.” Flug smiled slightly underneath the bag, sighing. “Frustration…” he mumbled, trying to think about what to do next since he had lots of work to do. 505 ended up nuzzling up to him again, his fur brushing against his neck, causing a unexpected squeak from the doctor who turned his attention to 505.

“C-Cahahareful!” He’s enjoying the affection he was being given, expressing it through his giggles and little squeaks since the tickly feeling was present. “505, plehease, dohohon’t! I’m nohohot in the mohohood! Ehehe!” Flug waved his hand to swat at 505, though judging by the fact there was no effort in the swatting, he was fine with it. It was a distraction.

505 ended up pawing at Flug’s tummy after placing him down for easy access, causing a surprised but giggly squeal or two from the man. “W-Wahahait!” The doctor tried to stall the tickles, doing his best to detour 505 from his goal, but to no avail! 505 knew Flug way too well, including how he’d try and stall such attacks, and including good tickle spots, like his tummy!

So, 505 kept pawing away, but switched to what cats often did to show some affection, biscuits. Right on his tummy.

“505! Plehehease! Ehehe! What are yohohou even dohohoing?! Bihihiscuits?” Flug questioned as his words were overswept by lots of his high pitched giggles and occasional squeaks, and his question was answered by a small babble from 505 that was practically gibberish to anyone but Flug. “Eh?! Thahahat’s what cats dohoho! Yohohou’re nohohot suhuhupposed to!”

Dr. Flug voiced his meaningless words to 505, who decided to take that advice, no more biscuits… how about some nuzzles to the neck? It seemed to make him all giggly earlier, why not? The blue bear kept Flug in his hold, just to rub his head up against his bag and neck.

It was very comforting to Kenning, but it also was quite- “Tihihicklish! 505! Ihihit’s tihihicklish, plehehease!” 505 simply shook his head, followed by more noises the bear would often make. “I- Whaha- I’m nohohot stressed!” Flug stated, clearly not convincing enough since 505 nuzzled right up to him while the biscuits started back up to get him to talk and for the truth to be said.

“Pff- Ohohokay! Ohohohokahahahay! Just anything buhuhut the biscuits rihihight theheHEHERE!” His laughter spilled right out, his resistance was easily broken by the biscuits to his tummy and navel. “A LIHIHITTLE STREHEehehessed! Now plehehease! Mehehercy!” Flug fessed up quite fast since he trusted 505 with his life at this point.

Fortunately for Flug the tickles eased and were instead replaced with the bear hug again, which the doctor gladly returned, a little tease since he was a little concerned this would turn into another tickle attack on him, but that’s more of Demencia’s forte rather than 505’s. 505 was… a big teddy bear. So he quickly did his best to loosen up and relax, enjoying the big hug given to him.

“Ehehe…. Thank you, 505. Even if that was quite mischievous for you!” Flug was being playful with his words while 505 seemed extremely happy his little father figure was much less stressed it seemed.

“… WAIT! Waitwaitwait! That wasn’t supposed to happen, now I’m behind!”

And just like that his stress and squirming became apparent. However, with some tickly nuzzles to the neck, his stress disappeared like clockwork as his giggles came right back, distracting his mind and taking his need for control away. “Pff- 505! I’m sohohorry? I cahahan’t- S-stop ihihit! I’ll behehe fine! Nohoho mihihindless pahahanicking!” The doctor tried to reason, and actually convinced his creation! So, like that, nuzzles halted again and he took a few breaths.

“Hehe… ehhh…. I don’t recall making you a tickle monster now, am I mistaken?” Flug joked with a halfhearted smile likely under his mask, but judging by the look in his goggles, he looked quite happy, which made his bear greatly happy as well, giving another hug of affection which was promptly returned for a moment.

“Alright! Alright. I have to get to work.” Flug vocalized as he turned to the big bear, gently rubbing his gloved hand on where 505’s shoulder would be, then took a seat to go ahead and get to work. However, the doctor froze for a moment, looking back at 505 who was taking a seat next to him, causing a small chuckle from Flugslys.

“Heh, alright. You can watch me.” 505 gave a big nod, deciding to watch Flug work away and ramble on about small ideas that may become a part of what’s requested from his boss, and with that, everything much calmer and less stressful…

Although, if things just so happened to get stressful, 505 will gladly assist the doctor into being reasonable with his thoughts and little spurs of panic and stress.

#villainous #villainous tickle fic #ticklish!Flug #ticklish!DrFlug #lee!flug #lee!drflug #ler!505 #Ler!5.0.5.#tickle writing #fluff #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #ADMIN ACTUALLY WRITES?!#more tags later?#¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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moongeonight · 1 year

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Requests are closed!

Hi! This will be my list of fandoms for tickle fics and occasionally headcanons

I post on this blog when I feel it so sometimes I disappear and sometimes I post like crazy hehe sorry not sorry

(I don't write for y/n or readers)

Danganronpa (All games and anime)

The promised Neverland

Mob psycho

Attack on Titan

Spy x family

Harry Potter

Villainous

Death note

Evangelion

The disastrous life of saiki

Assasination classroom

Nimona

The lorax

Trolls 3

Hazbin hotel

JJBA (Until part 6)

(I will expand the list as I learn how to make fanfics and feel comfortable writing more characters lol)

#tickling #tickle fic #mob psycho #danganronpa #villainous #the promised neverland #spy x family #saiki kusuo #fandom list #assasination classroom #harry potter tickle #death note #attack on titan #neon genesis evangelion #the lorax #trolls #trolls tickle #hazbin hotel #jjba

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womanofwords · 2 months

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Truth Serum (Part 1)

3 years on Tumblr celebration. It was a tie between tickles and hero/villain stuff, so I did both. Hope you like it!

Villain laughed as they had Hero trapped on a surgical table. "I finally have you! Now, tell me all the secrets of the Hero's League!"

"No," Hero said, eyes ignited with anger. "You can't do anything to make me talk!"

Villain laughed cruelly. "You won't be saying that after this little infusion of truth serum works its magic!" Hero braced themselves for their nose to be pinched or a needle to end up in their arm, but instead a purple sticker was slapped onto their forearm.

Hero raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Allow my superior intellect to explain it to you," Villain crowed. "The truth serum is absorbed into the skin through the patch over the course of an hour. Have fun feeling your ability to lie leave your body! I'll be back later!" The villain laughed as they left Hero to ponder their fate.

When they came back, Hero was still defiant, but scared. "You're not getting anything out of me, Villain!" Hero stammered.

"Oh, I believe I can." Villain strolled up to the captive Hero in front of them. "Where do they keep their personal documents?"

"I don't know," Hero said, cursing under their breath. The truth patch really worked.

"If it wasn't for the truth serum, I wouldn't believe you," Villain said, poking Hero in the stomach. Hero whimpered. "What was that?"

"It tickled," Hero said. "I wish I hadn't had to say that."

"Oh, really?" Villain asked, gears whirring. "How many ticklish spots do you have? And which is the worst?"

"I am ticklish on my stomach, ribs, hips, pits, spine and feet. They are equally terrible and I am exceptionally susceptible to being teased."

"Wonderful." Villain grinned as Hero squirmed futilely. "Would this count as an effective interrogation technique?"

"Absolutely. I once bribed someone to stop tickling me once," Hero said.

Villain produced a long pink feather. "Good."

Screams of laughter echoed through the walls of the lair. Right Hand sighed. "I hear Villain's torturing another one of the little heroes again," Right Hand grumbled.

"Oh!" Villain exclaimed. "So Villain's the one laughing as he inflicts pain onto heroes! Now I get it!"

"No, Hero is laughing. A lot of the heroes are ticklish," Right Hand said.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOP SINGIHIHIHIHIHING THE SOHOHOHOHOHONG! IT MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKES THIHIHINGS WOHOHOHOHOHOHORSE!" Hero begged.

"See?" Right Hand said.

"Oh."

Part 2

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #writing #writerscommunity #heroes and villains #superheroes #tickle fic #tickles #ticklish hero #tumblr milestone

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dollwrites · 7 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!heartslabyul!reader, established relationship, biting, blood, marking ( all consensual ), lilia is a tease, groping ( clothes on ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-one [ lilia vanrouge + marking ] // two of three very special kinktober fics for very special people in my life 💚 @stellarmagu 🥺 thank you for being the bestie !!!

because Lilia has a marking kink he loves to sink his sharpened fangs into your neck, or drag them in jagged lines over your clavicle. he could write his name with the tip of his tooth, daubing it ever-so-gently in your crimson ink. and it feels good— much too good.

“I have to get back to the dorm…” you breathe out, but make no attempt to move away from him. tucked away in a darkened nook, you can hear your dormmates talking amongst themselves as they head to the hall of mirrors. Trey and Cater’s voices ring out to you, and your face is on fire with a heated blush. if only they knew what position you found yourself in, right on the other side of the wall. “I’m going to be late…”

“You most certainly will. Your Housewarden likes to dole out punishments for everything, I assume tardiness is no exception.” Lilia murmurs, his velvety words muffled against the heat of your flesh. “Hm, speaking of… I wonder what punishment Rosehearts would conjure up if he were to see you like this. Needy and squirmy, being touched all over, kehehe…”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help it that Lilia’s breathy, little chuckle close to your ear always sends a shiver down your spine.

“You enjoy the idea of me being punished just a little too much.”

you mewl, because Lilia bites a fresh section on your collarbone— one deliberately higher than the last, and you suck in a breath. “I won’t be able to cover that one up…” it was almost a whine, but you smile afterwards, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Lilia chuckles again, kissing the two, stinging pin-pricks. he couldn’t deny it, even if he wanted to ( which he didn’t ). “I don’t know why you cover them in the first place,” Lilia teases, his smirk tinted with rubies. “Especially not because you get so wet when I leave them on your sugary-sweet skin. Why not wear them like trophies? Your awards for being such a deliciously good girl.”

svelte, dastardly fingers slip beneath your uniform skirt and Lilia presses two firm pads against your damp panties as if to prove his point, rubbing the lingerie against your core until you let out a breathless whimper.

“So you’ll make me show them off? Bite where I can’t possibly cover them, and let all of Nightraven see how you own me, Lilia Vanrouge?”

Lilia grins deviously, pulling back to press his lips to yours. your eyelids flit at the metallic taste of your blood on his lips, and coating his tongue as he flicks at your couplet, his voice warm and rumbling, breath tickling your countenance. “I would never make you, my dear. That would make me a villain. But, encouraging… I suppose I am encouraging you to wear your marks out where everyone can see whose mouth has been all over you. After all, what is the fun in signing your name if no one gets to marvel at the penmanship?”

#lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x you #lilia Vanrouge smut #lilia #lilia x reader #lilia x you #lilia smut #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x you #twst smut #twst x reader

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Omg I just read your phantom tickles fic!! What a cute villain! I'd love to see him go up against a pro hero (like Hawks or Aizawa)!!

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My Hero Academia: Give us a smile, hero

Weeeee! Thank you for the ask anon!!! Lee!Aizawa is here babyyyy!!! Honestly I was sooo torn between Hawks and Aizawa, but this doesn't mean I won't do Hawks as well if someone else requests! 😚

Summary: Aizawa gets involved in a purse-snatching incident on his day off and ends up wishing he hadn't seen anything.

Lee!Aizawa, Ler!villain OC

Tw: None

03/03/23

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Eggs. Milk. Oat milk for Denki. Cayenne pepper for Bakugo. Kirishimas protein milkshake mix. Chocolate for Eri. Aizawa read off his shopping list in his head, making his way through the local corner store with his trolley of items. Some for him, some requests from his students. It was his day off, meaning he got to wear his casuals. A comfy slightly oversized t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

"For Serooo... Tamarind paste?" He murmured to himself, wondering what Sero would use said item for as he examined the label. "Hm. I'm sure I'll find out soon." As he set the small jar into his kart, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Down the end of the isle was a loud rich looking couple, laughing and mocking the cheap prices of most items in the store.

"Oh look, honey, only ninety nine cents for a cup noodle?"

"Ew. It must taste like garbage being that cheap. Let's just go to the restaurant, it smells of cat piss in here."

Unpleasant people, that was obvious. But that wasn't what caught his eye. No, it was the boy who had been looking at that item prior to them and was now walking back towards the couple. He bumped into the man harshly as he moved past.

"Hey! Watch it urchin!"

"Sorry sir." One wallet successfully snatched. The boy made his way to the exit, making off with the rich man's money.

Aizawa's instinct kicked in and he rushed after the boy. "Hold my shopping for me, I'll be back." He called to the cashier who nodded, knowing Aizawas occupation. He's a busy man.

He headed outside, just catching a glimpse of the thief as they ducked around a corner into an alleyway, following him swiftly.

The boy in question sighed as he opened the wallet, taking out the card and cash that was stashed inside. "This'll go towards feeding those who need it." He smiled to himself.

"Very kind of you, kid." Aizawa rested a hand on the boy's shoulder once he caught up, catching him by suprise.

"Gah!" The boy yelped, juggling with the wallet before snatching it away and hiding it behind his back. "What's the big idea?! Scarin' me like- Ooooh, Eraser." His brave front dipped as he realised who it was that had caught him. "Uuuhaha. What can I do for, you, sir?" He asked with a chuckle.

Aizawa held out his hand. "You can hand over the wallet, kid. I don't want you getting into any trouble." He was being honest. Aizawa couldn't stand seeing young people become criminals. "Please."

The boy looked at Aizawas hand, then up at him with an insulted expression. "Kid? Just how old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen?"

"Gh! I'm twenty-one!" He grumbled, folding his arms before smiling. "Look, Eraser, I respect you as a hero and teacher. I really do. You're awesome! Always so, so, uuuh... What's the word... Pokerfaced!"

Aizawa raised a brow, still holding his hand out. "Pokerfaced?"

"Yep. No emotions except for 'I'm disappointed in my kids' and 'I'm going to kill you'." He chuckled, stuffing the wallet into his back pocket. "I wonder...?" He mused, looking Aizawa up and down. The hero had already made the mistake of putting a hand on him. Game on. "Can you give me a biiig smile?"

"Please just hand over the wallet. I don't want any t-aha!" The stoic hero stammered, surprised by the noise that escaped his lips. "Wh-What the hehell?" He hugged himself, feeling a pressure on his ribs. Something tickly running up and down the inside of his shirt. "Wh-What is that?"

"That's me. Sorry, I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. Now, smiiiiile for me, hero~" The villain grinned, making a pinching gesture in the air, sending tickly shocks to Aizawas defenseless ribs, eliciting a chorus of muffled grunts as Aizawa attempted to stay quiet. The glint of a smile already tugging at his lips.

"H-Hold on kid, look I-I won't report you okay? I just want the wallet b-AHA!" A bout of loud giggling sprung forth as the tickling switched from squeezing to vigorous shaking, attacking the lowest ribs of the set and slowly moving up.

"Stahap! P-Please I'm serious, I dohon't-! Aha! I dohon't wahant a fihihight! Hahaha!" His cool composure steadily melted away as the tickling attack deepened, no amount of hugging was going to stop it.

"A fight?" The boy chuckled, watching Aizawa's struggle fondly. "I'm afraid it doesn't look like much of a fight to me. Looks like you've already lost, to be honest. But, keep ya hopes up." He teased, moving his tickles down to Aizawas hips, grinning as the reaction doubled in severity.

Aizawa felt his knees give out as his hips were targeted. This was a particularly bad spot for him, one a certain yellow-haired DJ often chose to torment him with. "Wahahait! Hahaha! Shihit!" He crumbled. The great Eraser Head, feared by many a villain, was brought to his knees via some tickles. "Y-Yohohou cahan't!"

"Oh, but, Eraser Head, I can! And so easily too~"

"Nahahaha! Ahaha! I-I swehear, I'll cahatch you!"

"Oooh that sounds fun! A game of tag! You know, a certain explody student of yours said something similar. He didn't catch me. Obviously. He met the same fate as you're going to." He smiled, crouching by the hero's side as he wriggled about helplessly. "Cooooochi, coochi, coooo~ You do have a very nice laugh. You could have any guy or gal you wanted with a voice like that, you know."

"Nohoho! I-I- BWAHAHAHAHA!" More hands joined in the game, tickling under his arms and squeezing his knees. "Stahaha-AHAHA! Stop, stop! Kihihid!" This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't been tickled before, so why was this so maddening?

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha, I bet your students are too scared to try something like this on you. I think if I had to see you every day, I'd be scared too. But, you probably won't see me again for a while, so I'm confident that you won't be getting any revenge." He cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm.

"AAAH! Noho! No rahaspberries! C'mohohon! This is ridiculous!" The hero was embarrassed and irritated with himself. Being reduced to a pile of giggly tears on the floor. His hair had slipped from it's bun, falling messily around his face as he curled in on himself, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slid down his cheeks, over the pink tinge of hysterics on his skin.

"Hey, raspberries are the best, don't you slander them. Heeeere comes another~!"

"NOOOHOHOHOOOO!"

The boy chuckled, standing and straightening his tie. "Don't worry, I promise this money will go towards those who actually need it. I ain't no villain." He reassured. "I'll see you round, Eraser. Make sure to keep smiling~" He turned, walking away and humming to himself as he continued to plague the hero with relentless tickling.

"Wahahit! Gihive me the wallet! AHAHAHA!"

The tickling lasted for another couple of minutes. He was just glad no prying eyes found him laying there giggling like a little girl. Once it eventually stopped, he sat up, puffing as he lazily tied his hair back out of his face.

The fact he was too bombarded with tickles to even think about using his Quirk only added to the shame he felt right now. All he had to do was look at him and it would have been over instantly. But, tickling. He had to use tickling of all things.

"Dahamn... So that's who Bakugo was so grumpy at... I get it now." He chuckled to himself, taking a breather before heading back to the store to finish his shopping. There was no use in chasing the boy right now. He was tired, more so than usual, and just wanted to get home and rest. There was something very trusting about the boy too. He really didn't seem like a bad guy.

#bnha #mha #aizawa shōta #eraserhead #lee!Aizawa #ler!villain #bnha oc #bnha tickle fic #mha tickles #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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