#ler!cater

[anzynai]

Day 11 - Hug

Cater x Trey (TWST)

a/n: all my followers after i didnt post four prompts in a row 🧍‍♀️🧍. listen, i am SORRY. this isnt even day 15/16😭😭 but im trying to write them rn i swear 🙏🙏 this one is short i hope u enjoy nonetheless.

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“hey, trey-trey!” cater said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend from behind.

“hey, cater. what’s up?” trey greeted cater, turning to look him in the eyes, but continuing stirring the bowl.

“nothing much, just missed you,” cater smiled, resting his head on trey’s back, but they were similar heights, so it was more on his head than anything.

he squeezed tighter.

“i’m making a tart for the unbirthday party tomorrow, want to h-hup!” trey began, before he was interrupted by the sound of his own voice. he gripped tighter on the whisk and cater smirked.

“what’s wrong?” cater asked, knowing exactly what was the problem as he squeezed trey’s sides.

“y-youhu know whahahat..!” trey muttered, trying to conceal his giggles. it was a part that rarely anyone but cater was able to see, and he cherished every part of it.

“yeah~ guess i do!” cater chuckled along, his fingers trailing along the sides of trey’s back, as he wrapped around the other tighter.

“gahaha— you—!” trey dropped the whisk in the bowl, turning his body to try to pry cater off.

when that didn’t work, he put his adms backwards, trying to tickle at cater’s sides.

“h-hehehey! nohoho fahahair!” cater cried, his grip loosening as he tried to move away from trey’s attacking fingers.

trey managed to twist out of cater’s grasps, instead turning as he began to tickle cater’s sides.

“all’s fair in love and war,” he replied, smoothly and cooly. cater will get him next time for sure!

[captainreecejames]

Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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[sallage]

Red

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 3

Warning: This is a tickle fic! - Crossed boundaries and ignored safe word.

Summary: With a renewed sense of determination, Bakugo prepares for his first round of training with Kirishima. Set up like an interrogation, Bakugo must try to withstand the pressure and make it through the full 20 minutes without giving in or giving up.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Kirishima 

Words: 4,372

Reading Time: 17 Minutes 

A/N: So I lied and posted this earlier then I said I would which technically is still super late. I’ll admit I did not proof read this so it might be sloppy but I finished it and wanted it out there haha.

I'm going to sound like a broken record but I'm probably never going to be fully okay with the stories I post. I'll always be wishing I could either pump more into it, be more descriptive, stay true to characters, or add more dialogue. There will always be something I wish I can do or change, but then I wouild never post anything.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy! LOL

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Bakugo scowled at the clock as the minutes ticked by with relentless consistency. His gaze was unwavering in its focus as his eyes fixed on the hands, watching as they spun around the clock face in a slow revolution.

With each passing minute, the dread of meeting up with Kirishima for training weighed heavier and heavier upon his shoulders, and though he tried to resist, he could feel the pressure mounting for him to leave, sooner rather than later.

With the encounter in the forest still fresh in his mind, Bakugo felt a surge of renewed energy running through his body. There was a new fire burning within him, an intense and searing flame that would not be easily extinguished.

A knock at the door pulled Bakugo out of his introspective thoughts and set him on a trajectory for confrontation. He threw open the door, his aggressive eyes immediately finding Deku in the doorway, hand still stuck in the knocking position. Their gazes locked in a tense moment before Deku slowly lowered his hand.

“Hey,” Deku took a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I’m just reminding you about training. You should have left already.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “I know what time it is.”

He closed the door behind him and walked out.

Midoriya followed close behind. 

“We’re working on endurance today. We’re going to give you a code and you have to hold onto it for 20 minutes.” 

Bakugo’s scowl was his only response.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, the two rivals a healthy distance between one another before Midoriya worked up the nerve to speak again.

“I know this is… not what you’re used to,” Midoriya sighed, looking for words that wouldn’t get him pummeled. “Anyway, we’re all here for you.”

“Just… shut up.” Bakugo cringed. The lack of angst in his voice wasn't lost on Midoriya. His friend was nervous and didn't want to be catered to.

 After walking in silence for a bit longer, one sideways glance at the blonde told him all he needed to know about what his friend was silently wondering. 

“It’s at Ground Beta in one of the buildings towards the end of the campus. We got permission to use it and it’s far enough away that no one will hear you.” 

Bakugo scoffed but Midoriya swore he saw a bit of tension leave the blonde’s shoulders.

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

—

Once inside the building, they walked down a flight of stairs and entered the basement where Kirishima and Kaminari were lounging on a couple of bean bags playing Nintendo switches.

The boys paused their game and greeted them with energetic hellos. Bakugo looked past them and saw a random table next to a thick metal chair positioned right in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the arms and legs.

He resisted the urge to react as a bolt of nervous energy speared through him.

“Where’s Sero and Todoroki?” Midoriya wondered.

An irritated sigh sounded next to him.

“We figured Bakugo didn’t want people watching him get absolutely wrecked.” Kaminari teased with a smug smile, earning a growl from Bakugo. “Kiri lugged the chair up and I brought the bean bags and Switches. I guessed you were going to be late.”

“Besides,” Kirishima started before Bakugo could retort. “Todoroki’s got the next one, they’re going to be sparring.”

Bakugo’s lips quirked at that. He could already picture himself blasting that half and half bastard into oblivion.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari waved to get his attention. “You got your murder eyes on!” 

Bakugo looked at Kaminari and then back to Kirishima. “You idiots don’t expect me to sit in that.” He jerked his chin towards the center of the room.

Kirishima’s face tightened. “Yeah, sorry man. All that matters is that it can hold you without breaking or moving. It’s pretty heavy duty.” 

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Whatever.” 

Midoriya clapped his hands. “I’m going to head back. I’ll see you guys after!” He waved as he exited the room. 

“Hey, wait up!” Kaminari put a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, leaned in and whispered something into Bakugo’s ear. With another encouraging slap that earned a sneer, Kaminari disappeared up the stairs after Midoriya.

Once the sound of their footfalls faded, Kirishima turned to Bakugo.

“Alright!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and gesturing towards the chair. “Let’s get started!”

Bakugo stood firm in his place, defiantly staring down at the chair and refusing to budge. He couldn't explain it, but he just could not bring himself to sit down. His body refused to obey the mental command. It was as if his pride and stubbornness had taken over and would not allow him to surrender to that damn chair.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima tilted his head. “You need to-” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” Bakugo snapped.

“Okay, then what’s stopping you?”

Bakugo's pride and stubbornness continued to war within him, keeping him on the brink of either giving in or resisting even further.

On one hand, a part of him could not bring himself to compromise his pride and dignity by losing control and being reduced to a blubbering mess in front of one of the only people he respected. And on the other hand, standing his ground and continuing to resist meant giving up completely and admitting defeat.

He was finding himself stuck in this weird state of limbo where he knew what he needed to do but physically could not make himself do it.

Kirishima was quick to notice the internal struggle that Bakugo was grappling with.

“We don’t have to do this.”

No responce.

Kirishima recognized that Bakugo's desire to not participate wasn’t a complete one. The blonde still stood there within the presence of the chair, which meant there was still some potential in convincing him to follow through. Kiri knew that all Bakugo needed was a slight push in the right direction.

Kirishima adopted a more challenging tone and delivered a playful smirk, knowing Bakugo's pride was the key. “I get why you might not want to do it. It might be too intense for you.”

Bakugo met kirishima’s stare, uncharacteristically quiet.

“I saw how you were in the forest,” Kirishima continued, shrugging. “If I were you, I probably couldn't handle it either. Lets go back.” He began walking towards the exit, but a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the other didn't follow.

Kirishima paused at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms over his chest.

Bakugo mumbled a few curses before walking up and plopping into the cold chair. Kirishima with a smile full of pride for his friend, rushed over to his side.

One look at the red head’s face and Bakugo was looking away with an eye roll. “This is just to prove your dumbass wrong.”

Kirishima shrugged and went to work, efficiently securing Bakugo's wrists and ankles to the four points of the chair. He took a few steps back to survey his work. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist letting out a slight chuckle at the scowl on Bakugo's face.

“Okay, try to get out.”

Bakugo grumbled and attempted to tug at the cuffs but the sturdy restraints didn’t give an inch. Bakugo's brows drew together as he wrenched at them harder. The cuffs were much sturdier than he anticipated, and he realized that the wiggle room he would typically get with thinner restraints was not an option due to the thick cuffs covering most of his wrists.

As he wrenched at them one more time, he was met with the same result and he realized that without the use of his quirk, he was truly stuck.

Bakugo felt a tug of uneasiness deep within him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it doubt? Nervousness? Anxiety? Or was it something else altogether? He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it was something that he didn't particularly like.

Kirishima nodded encouragingly. “Ready?”

Bakugo attempted to maintain a bored and unbothered demeanor. “I’m not doing this role play garbage with you.”

Kirishima took out his phone and started the timer. 

Twenty Minutes.

He placed it on the table so they both could see it.

“We’re not roleplaying. Kaminari gave you a code and you’re not supposed to tell me.”

Bakugo scowled and tested the restraints again.

“I’ll ask nicely first,” 

Bakugo's face warped into a mix of a cringe and a scowl as Kirishima moved to stand directly in front of him.

“What did Kaminari tell you?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.” 

Kirishima just smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked around the blonde’s chair. Bakugo found himself feeling a small twinge of relief as he no longer had to look at Kirishima, but this small comfort was soon replaced with a sensation of unease as Kirishima pushed two strong hands through the little gaps between the blonde’s sides and arms, leaving them poised to strike.

His body tensed.

But his expression remained unchanging as Kirishima pinched his sides repeatedly.

Even though Kirishima believed the blonde was just saving face, he was still surprised by the lack of reaction. He thought back to the forest, trying to remember what it was that initially set him off.

Then, it hit him.

He stopped the harsh poking and pinching and changed his approach, softly tracing his fingers over the fabric of Bakugo's shirt.

Bakugo's body stiffened and twitched as his muscles convulsed under the touch of Kirishima's tracing fingertips, which the red head took as a small victory.

There it was.

He continued the gentle approach, moving his tracing and scratching motions inward towards the the inner edges of Bakugo's sides where they turned into his stomach.

Bakugo's jaw was tight, then he bit down on the inside of his cheek. The gentle touch and light scribbles were making him flinch as his muscles began to twitch in response. Every time Kirishima's fingers moved across his skin, Bakugo's body reacted, causing him to bite his cheek harder to suppress them.

Kirishima's fingers shifted lower to Bakugo's waist and began teasing the space above his hips, right above the waistline of his pants, prompting the explosive blonde to let out a small twitch and perform some subtle micro-movements which Kirishima was quick to notice. Kirishima then moved his hands down to Bakugo's hips and hovered over them, motionless.

Bakugo clenched his teeth. “Stop messing with m-” 

Kirishima pressed his thumbs deep into Bakugo's hips, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The intense and invasive prodding caused Bakugo to let out a soft groan before jerking his wrists and tugging at the cuffs in a moment of weakness.

Kirishima smiled triumphantly.

“I’m barely touching you, man.”

Kirishima found himself almost giddy with amusement, knowing he had the perfect thing to push Bakugo's buttons. Of course, he was well aware of Bakugo's fiery personality and explosive nature, but nothing had ever come close to shaking his composure or forcing him to let loose.

This newfound knowledge was proving to be quite valuable, and Kirishima couldn't help but wonder just how effective it would prove to be in keeping the unpredictable blonde in check in the future. It gave him a huge rush of accomplishment and satisfaction to realize how much he had thrown Bakugo's composure out the window with just the slight twitch of his fingers.

“Shut up.” Bakugo growled. 

Kirishima increased the pressure on his thumbs and sped up the movement, digging harder into Bakugo's hips. Bakugo's legs strained in effort and he let out a quick gasp, his breath starting to come in shorter and sharper inhales.

Kirishima didn’t even try to suppress the smirk on his face. “You just gotta tell me what Kaminari told you.” 

Bakugo could hear the amusement in Kirishima’s tone.

“What the hell are you smiling about?”

Kirishima snickered behind him and the blonde’s face grew red.

“Wipe that smirk off your damn face!”

Kirishima tutted. “You’re not really in a position to be making threats, you know.”

“You think I give a shit? I’ll wipe that stupid smirk off yo- GAH!”

Kirishima teased his way up towards the bottom of Bakugo's ribs, pushing past his attempt to speak. Bakugo tensed up and gripped the chair, awaiting the attack that-

Didn't come. 

Kirishima shifted, bringing his fingers back to Bakugo's hips and starting again with the slow, subtle, and teasing touches. Each time Kirishima seemed like he was beginning to attack Bakugo's ribs, he would quickly and smoothly transition back to the hips.

The constant shifting between the two points was causing Bakugo to flinch and spasm each time Kirishima faked out an attack.

The repetitive tickling motion was beginning to have a cumulative effect on Bakugo. The constant upward jerking of his body each time Kirishima's fingers danced closer to his ribs caused Bakugo's temper to flair.

Bakugo shouted out an expletive when Kirishima baited him yet again. Losing a toehold on his temper.

"Stop fucking with me," he shouted, his rage boiling over, "You're pissing me off!"

Bakugo was already on edge from the teasing and prodding, so when Kirishima shrugged and suddenly launched into an outright offensive attack on his lower rib cage, he let out a loud shout of surprise.

“FUHUCK!” Bakugo bit down on his lip and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold in his laughter while Kirishima continued to relentlessly strike the soft and sensitive points on his lower rib cage.

Bakugo tried to cover the area by turning in his elbows, but he was tightly confined in place. Bakugo let out frustrated gasps and grunts in lieu of giggles as Kirishima continued to hit those sweet spots.

Kirishima was playing for keeps now, his expression serious and focused as he relentlessly pursued Bakugo's lower ribcage.

With his eyes starting to water from suppressing his laughter and the relentless attack from Kirishima's fingers, he glanced frantically around the room, searching for some type of distraction that could take his mind off the tickling. He set his eyes on Kirishima’s phone. 

Fifteen minutes left.

He knew that he was running out of time to keep any sort of composure and preserve any scrap of dignity he had left.

Unfortunately, Kirishima couldn't let that happen.

Kirishima adjusted his grip and spread out his fingers to provide himself with more of a surface area to work with. He quickly began to viciously burrow his fingers into Bakugo's ribcage, aggressively rubbing and vibrating them in a large circular motion with speed and intensity.

“AHHHAhahahaha!”

Bakugo arched his back and let out a loud burst of laughter, his restraint nearly completely broken as he was unable to hold back his reaction, caught off guard by Kirishima actually following through with the attack this time. 

Kirishima finally succeeded in pushing Bakugo close to the edge, and the explosive blonde’s embarrassment was evident in the way he wrenched at his bonds.

The red head was determined to see this through to the end, inching further and further up towards the spot he knew would make Bakugo spill all the marbles. The laughter became louder and more desperate as Kirishima moved closer to the sensitive area, causing Bakugo to struggle against the cuffs even harder.

Instead, Kirishima suddenly dropped his fingers back down to Bakugo's hips and started applying as much ticklish pressure as possible, pressing hard into the sensitive areas on the inside of the explosive blonde’s hips. Kirishima felt like he was getting close as Bakugo bucked and tried and failed to contain his laughter, spluttering and trying pull away from the excruciatingly ticklish sensations.

“ShihIHIHT! YOU MAHTHER FAHAHAHAKER! AGHH! STAHAHAHAP!”

“You know what you gotta tell me to make it stop!”

Bakugo continued to buck and pull on his arms and legs, desperate to get away from the maddening sensations. Kirishima continued his relentless attack on Bakugo's hips, keeping the pressure steady.

Bakugo could only manage a few inches of movement and Kirishima kept pace, not letting his friend have even a moment of respite.

“STAHAHAHHAP, KIRISHIMA DAMN IT! FAAAHAHAHAHAK!”

“Tell me!” Kirishima had to yell over Bakugo’s laughter so he could hear him. “Give it up and I’ll stop!”

Bakugo shook his head and slammed it against the headrest, his movements getting more desperate and wild as he tried to find some type of relief. Kirishima shifted himself forward and pushed his arms further through the gaps in the chair before moving down to the spaces below Bakugo's hips at the top of his thighs.

He used four fingers on each side to really dig into the ticklish blonde��s pelvis. Bakugo groaned as if he was experiencing some type of pain and tried to fold in on himself, lifting his shoulders only a few inches off of the backrest.

“AAAHHH! KIRISHIMA! DAMN IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL KIHIHIHIL YOU! AAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“The code-”

“FAHAH- FUCK YOU! I CAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHNT REHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

His laughter spiked when Kirishima squeezed his thighs, his voice getting hoarse.

“NOHOHOHO! SHIT STAHAHAHAP! WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK!”

Kirishima stopped. Bakugo slumped, he felt sweat pool around his head and slide down his back. His eyes closed and his breathing was fast.

Time must have been up.

“Was- Was that tiiIIMMMAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! NAAHAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shoved his hands into the blonde’s armpits, causing his body to seize as if he had been struck by lightning. The intense and relentless rubbing and undulating of Kirishima's fingers caused a sensation that Bakugo did not expect, forcing him to let loose and release an unusually high-pitched scream as his body was overrun with intense, indescribable tickles.

The suddenness of Kirishima's move straight up overwhelmed Bakugo, and he struggled to clamp his arms down and move his body away, but the restraints simply would not budge. 

“AHHH! AHA AHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Kirishima watched Bakugo lose all composure. His laughter shifted to a grueling and desperate note, and Kirishima could see his resolve completely crumble when his eyebrows lifted and it looked like he was completely lost in the sensations. But Kirishima didn't relent, determined to tickle the information he needed out of his friend.

“RED! REHEHEHEHED! KIRISHIMA RED! I FAAHAHAHAHA- I FOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA THAHAHA- NAAHAHAHA!”

Kirishima shook his head. Bakugo had the code and could easily end it at any instant, but he didn’t, instead using his safe word as a cop out.

Kirishima decided that he would have to give the code and only the code, admitting full defeat in the challenge, or Kirishima would continue until he truly gave up or until the twenty minutes were up.

He refused to give the blonde any kind of bragging rights, especially if he didn't deserve it. 

“Come on, man! You know you need to give up the code!”

Bakugo shook his head and repeatedly slammed his shoulders against the backrest. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Kirishima looked at the timer. 

Ten minutes left.

There was still time.

Kirishima moved his fingers downward slowly, and Bakugo's eyes shot open and his struggling intensified dramatically. The pitch of Bakugo's laughter began to rise in intensity and echo loudly through the basement, the sound magnified by the close walls and low ceilings.

Though he was moving his hands slowly towards the spot he knew Bakugo just could not stand, Kirishima was determined to reach the ultimate goal and cause his friend to completely give up.

“NO! NONONAHAHAHAHA! KIRI! WAIT- STAHAHAHP! AHH! NO DOHOHONT!”

When Kirishima finally hit it, the spot on his upper ribs right underneath his arms, there was a moment of silence as the blonde jerked violently in his restraints.

Then Bakugo screamed.

“AAAHHHHH AHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

He banged his head against the headrest and violently pulled on his arms, the skin peaking through underneath the cuffs red and scratched. He bucked his hips and tried to twist his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, baby explosions shooting out of them. But Kirishima kept going, knowing Bakugo was approaching his limit if not already there. He dug in harder and wiggled his fingers faster. 

“KIRIHIHIHHIHI———————— AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! REHEHE ——————————! STAHAHAHA——————————!  I CAHAH——————————!” 

As Bakugo's body was transported into the realm of silent laughter, tears flowed freely down his burning face. As if it were possible, the blonde struggled even harder against the restraints, his struggles becoming increasingly violent and frenetic as his body jerked and slammed around, slightly scooting the heavy chair. Bakugo's explosions grew in size, slowly expanding and beginning to sting Kirishima's skin.

For a moment, Kirishima regarded Bakugo’s dramatic reactions with confusion, wondering why he didn't just give up if it was that unbearable. Kirishima lightened his touch at the thought considering calling off the entire thing and giving his friend a break.

Then Bakugo took a rare breath and screamed.

“CEREAL! THE DAHAHAHAHMN CODE- IT’S CEREAL!’ NOHOW FUCKING STAAAHAAHAHAHHAHAP!”

Kirishima quickly backed off and dropped his hands. Bakugo dropped into the chair in a deep slump and breathed hard, his body exhausted and yet somehow continued to buzz with adrenaline. He kept his eyes shut and let out a loud and deep groan, attempting to collect himself as his aching body continued to respond with twitches and jolts to strong phantom tickles. His face and neck were flushed, and the small beads of sweat dripped off his hair, betraying the exertion he had just endured.

After a few minutes, Kirishima chewed his lip and spoke quietly. “You okay, man?”

Kirishima didn't receive any verbal response. 

He stood up and circled the chair, leaning over take a look at Bakugo from the side. The blonde looked horrible. His face and neck were all sweaty and he completely collapsed into that chair as if he were boneless.

Kirishima had a gut wrenching, agonizing feeling that he had inadvertently pushed his friend too far. It didn't feel like it even mattered at this point whether Bakugo was being honest or using the safe word merely as a cop-out in order to avoid a full concession of defeat. One look at his friend, and Kirishima knew he should have stopped. 

But why didn't he just give up the damn code?

“Why did you use the safe word instead of giving up the code?”

Again, no verbal response.

“Bakugo, answer me.”

“Don't give me orders.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Bakugo!”

“I forgot the fucking code.” Bakugo admitted coldly, spitting the words out like acid. 

Kirishima blanched.

There was too much going on, his mind must have been in shambles.

Bakugo regarded his look of sympathy with a disgusted scoff. “I ended up remembering it so it doesn't fucking matter.”

Kirishima was speechless. Bakugo had reached his limit long before he stopped, and he kept going. Guilt pounded into his chest like a jackhammer. Of course he would use the safe word if he forgot. 

It was a fucking safe word.

If Bakugo had any trust in him, Kirishima felt it dissolve like cotton candy dipped in water.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shut up. I don't want to hear it.”

“But-”

“I said to shut it, damn it!”

Sighing and turning his head, Kirishima understood that if he tried to push, it would only make things worse. Instead, he looked at his phone.

two minutes remained on the clock.

“You lasted a long time.”

Bakugo coughed, still looking exhausted. “No I didn’t, you idiot.”

Kirishima let silence hang in the air as he started undoing the cuffs.

Once freed, Bakugo stood out of the chair and stretched. 

Then they exited the basement together in silence.

—

 The air between Kirishima and Bakugo was thick as the two of them walked back to the main sidewalk in complete silence. Bakugo looked down toward the ground, keeping his hands in his pockets, appearing to be deep in thought. Kirishima kept side eyeing him, the expression on the blonde’s face unreadable.

Kirishima remained silent for the remainder of walk and allowed the tension to build and linger in the air, letting Bakugo stew in his own thoughts and emotions.

Once they reached the dorms, Kirishima whirled on Bakugo before he could reach for the handle on the front door.

“Look man, I know you don’t wanna hear it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn't stop. I should’ve put two and two together and stopped the minute you said the safe word. It was dumb and a violation and-” Kirishima looked into his eyes, willing Bakugo to see his regret. “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima maintained his gaze, not breaking off for a second while waiting for Bakugo to make his decision. Bakugo's stare was filled with disdain and anger, as the flush on the blonde’s cheeks almost faded and his fists were clenched tightly in his pockets. They remained poised for a moment, before Bakugo gave a curt nod.

Kirishima sighed, the guilt he had been feeling still there, but less suffocating. He knew Bakugo was going to need time, but at least the blonde didn't completely hate him.

Kirishima turned and opened the door entering the building and holding it open for his friend.

The dorms were bustling with life and activity, as students settled in for the evening and gathered to partake in fun activities such as watching a movie and eating snacks. Kirishima sighed as Bakugo brushed past everyone and headed towards his room without a word, ignoring everyone who greeted him and offered an invite to stay. 

Midoriya turned to Kirishima a questioning look, but Kirishima could only shake his head in response.

Bakugo wasn't just mad at Kirishima.

He was mad because once again,

He’d lost.

[cherryrainn]

can i please request gn!reader being spoiled shopping with greed-ler? and generally being his trophy spouse

━━ ✧ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city as you strolled down the luxurious shopping district with onceler by your side. the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mixing with the crisp autumn breeze. onceler, the charismatic and ostentatious corporate boss, couldn't resist the temptation to spoil his trophy spouse.

"hey, y/n, you see something you like?" onceler asked with a sly grin as his sharp eyes scanned the display windows of high-end boutiques.

you chuckled, your arm linked with his as you marveled at the extravagant items on display. "everything here is tempting, but you know what i've had my eye on."

onceler chuckled, pulling you into a posh designer store. the moment you stepped in, a sales associate greeted you with a deferential smile. onceler, reveling in the attention, threw his arm around you.

"give us the vip treatment, will ya?" he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice. the sales associate nodded eagerly, leading you both towards racks of exclusive garments.

as you browsed through racks of designer clothes, onceler insisted on picking out outfits for you. each piece was more extravagant than the last, and he couldn't resist the urge to show off his impeccable taste. "this one. trust me, it's gonna make you shine like a diamond at the next corporate gala," he declared, holding up a dazzling outfit.

you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, trying on the outfits he selected. onceler, leaning back in a plush chair with a satisfied grin, gave his approval to each ensemble with a nod. the sales associates scurried around, catering to your every need as if you were royalty.

after a successful shopping spree, bags filled with luxurious purchases, you and onceler stepped out onto the bustling street once more. he hailed a sleek black car, the embodiment of opulence, and held the door open for you.

as the car glided through the city streets, onceler leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. "you know i love treating you like the royalty you are, right?"

you laughed, intertwining your fingers with his. "i wouldn't have it any other way, oncie. you sure know how to make a person feel special."

and with that, the two of you disappeared into the city's glittering lights.

[waterproofhamster]

August's Tickletober - Day 1: Anticipation

A little note: This is the first actual thing I'm putting out there, it may not be too good but I hope it keeps someone entertained XD. This is a strictly SFW tickle fic surrounding Lee!lucifer and Ler!lillith. Don't like it, scroll away.

Words: 377, just a little one-shot :3

Set before divorce!

She was plotting something! Lucifer could just feel it.

The way she was creeping up behind him all day,

Giving him a poke when something he said could be taken as bad.

She was teasing him, and they both knew it.

Lillith thought it was just soo fun to watch him constantly on guard, taking delight in his tensing when she would hug him.

It had gone on too long. Was she really going to do it?

It didn’t seem like it.

Night-time finally rolled around, the skies of hell ever so slightly changing from: Dark red, to Dark red! 

The King had finally grown tired of his ‘Important duties’, getting into something sleep-accebtable; and slipping into bed.

Lilith was already there, a book in her hands, long blonde hair out behind her. 

“How was your day, apple?” 

She asked, not looking up from her page.

It didn’t look like she was planning on doing anything anytime soon. 

Though that wasn’t enough for his guard to collapse.

“Ah, just the usual. Swamped with… things,” 

He’s usually very vague, most of his ‘duties’ just include: Trapping the souls of people, each in a unique duck, each specially and precisely catered to the soul of the sinner it was taken from. 

So, he didn’t really talk about it.

“How has your day been?”

He pulls the covers down, the height Lillith has them at, just covering his head.

“Good, good.”

Maybe it also didn’t help that she had a mound of pillows, and he had just the one. 

“Whatcha reading, there?”

He says, eyeing the red book resting in her hands. 

“Oh? This thing I’ve read it a million times. Surprised you don’t recognise it,”

Her eyes drift off the book landing on him, 

“For the king of hell, you’re not very observant,”

She jokes, closing the book and gently wacking his stomach with it,

“How rude! I am very observant, I’ll have you know,”

Before he can ramble on about ways ‘he is observant’ she quickly stops him.

“Are you?”

He stops, frowning, wondering what she’s getting at. That’s when he sees a hand snaking towards him.

“Because I’m not sure if you noticed this,” 

Oh shit, 

The hand landed on his side.

He had let his guard down.

[thneeden]

Prince Sloth's right hand, Asaiah 🤺⚔︎

Pride-ler thought it would be easier to keep the princes on their best behaviors if they all had a special underlying he calls "Right hands", to report back to him every night and give their detailed reports, rather than darting realm to realm from moon rise to moon rise...that's exhausting! (╥‸╥)

Asaiah here was hand crafted by his majesty Lord Pride to cater to Prince Sloth specifically. And I'm not just saying that because he's a toy just like the rest of Sloth's underlyings. Asaiah doesn't eat or sleep, so he can work nonstop!

And since Prince Sloth can't be bothered to even stand on his own two feet, Asaiah has to pick up the slack. Which isn't a hassle at all since he doesn't need to stop to take breaks and actually likes to keep busy :)

☆Fun Facts☆

★Skilled Swordsman (Sloth uses this skill to have bite-sized sandwiches) :3

★He keeps a straight face but is prone to lash out if Prince Sloth is involved (ง'̀-'́)ง

★He would die for his prince. He genuinely cares for Prince Sloth, but poor Asaiah isn't the best with words (っ- ‸ - ς)

[missamyrisa2]

would you ever write a tease catering tickly petplay audience? i'm a very tickly pet puppygirl and i'd love to see how you'd tease me 🥺 but it's ok if that isn't your thing! different strokes for different folks~

and on an unrelated note, that tickling dryhumping post you did... i'd 100% start grinding on a ler if they tickled me while i wasn't restrained heeheehee

Awww do I have a lovely sweet puppygirl wanting some attention? Sweet thing, you don't get some of my attention~

You get allllll of itttt~

Who's my cute girl then? You come right over to your Amy and I'll give you allll those tickly treats you want so bad. Yes, I know, I knowwwww you're so special, everyone lovesss youuu. There there babyyy let's see that cute fuzzy tummmmyyy ~ roll over, come onnnnn come on now! Theree we goooo, there's my darling puppyyyy you get alll the tummy rubs yess you doooo. Awww and behind the ears tooooo? Yeahhh I know I know you love it thereee just loooove those ear tickle scritchiessss ~ Yeahh I love them tooo and I loveee those little growl you make when I dooooo thiissss!!

Yesss tummy skitterssssss ~ and let's getttt those chin tickles tooo ooh yesss that's a good spot. Kick those legssss babyyyy let's see how fast your Amy can get you kicking todayyy. You like when I do thattt? Right under your chin? Yeahhhh uhuhhhh that tickles soo good I know. Okay my cute girl let's roll it over mmhmm rollll over darling ~

There's a good girl! I have my newwww grooming glovessss! Yess I doooo and I know you wanttt it but you're gonna have to speak! Yesss speak for me girl, let's hear it, tell me what I wanna hear and you'll get your treat! Mmmh yeahh there we goooo there's my girl. My purple grooming gloves are sooo perfect for youuuu and you're gonna loooove these on your sidessss and across your back and upppp behind your neck~ mmhmmm are you a kitty now? That sounded like a purrrrr ~ oooh yes, it's a growl. Yes, you're my tough girl, my tough cookie. Onlyyy growlsss that's right gigglegrowl it out as I use my new glovesss alllll over your cute self.

Mmmh ~ are we just rolling all over now? That's quite alright ~ I'll tickle and scritchy youuu allll the way through and then we're gonna get my featherleash and we're going over to your gigglebed because it's soooo time for your ticklesnuggles my adorable puppyy yesss it issss ~<333

(I hope you enjoyyyy~!! This isn't my usual thing but I wanted to give you the tinglesss because you're so sweet~!)

[hearted-anon]

Tickletober Day 4: Whisper (AU)

Words: 1049 Note: Expect to see more of this before chapter 2 ;) T/w: Rough, clueless subject hehe Ler: Subject 310 Lee: Subject 811

310 roamed the hallways with a fulfilling sense of boredom, the rest of his children- he meant to say subjects, had gone to either clean up some part of the facility or were sleeping. It wasn’t fair, he had originally pleaded to help out 203 in cleaning up his lair, but was sadly rejected after being carried out by his tail and given a very cruel tickle on his armpits from the tip after he tried yet again to help. 

That’s when he caught sight of 811 in a corner, scribbling some random things on a paper that he wouldn’t want to know about. Heading into his spirit form, he got a closer look at whatever the squiddle was writing at, smiling when he found out it was an adorable painting of the entire family- he really meant to say subjects, together in front of the facility. It was adorable, how his tentacles twitched when he didn’t understand how to draw a certain part, or how his nose scrunched up when he tried to recall someone’s facial features. 

“That’s a pretty cute drawing~” He hums, only to flinch when he hears the ‘artist’ scream in fear. Staring down at himself, he realises that 811 can’t see him in his spirit form, and he can already feel the smirk growing on his face at the realisation. He watches in slight sympathy when the squiddle looks so terrified, he must’ve not recognised his voice having focused hard onto the beautiful drawing he was making, he wasn’t too good at multitasking after all. And that was exactly what 310 was going to make use of.

“Who’s my cutie, you are, you are!” The ‘ghost’ whispers into the younger’s ear, earning another surprised scream. His fingers wandered over to the squiddle’s tummy, scratching at the chubby skin gently after slipping them under his shirt; he was grateful that he made the staff cater to the squiddle’s hunger whenever needed. Once poor 811 realised what predicament he was in, he immediately panics, trying to save face looking just like a puppy on the floor receiving belly rubs. But when his tentacles came up to swat the older away, they simply warped through him, making the squiddle shiver as the other snickered triumphantly. 

“Ahahah oho god! N-Nohohot now!” The squiddle whines, his limbs trying to protect his oh so sensitive body, but all they did was pass through the older’s body like water, making him very much vulnerable to the attack that was being placed onto him. 310 could only smile so wide, seeing how he could see the little dimple on his face and how his cheeks began to heat up on his pale, almost glowy white skin. And he didn’t even have to pry the younger’s hands away, being in his spirit form helped more than he ever thought it would. 

“Aww, why not, shameful of that cute drawing? It looks so endearing, just like the little giggling squiddle here~ Why don’t you push me off? C’mon, you’re strong, why don’t cha’?” The amount of taunting words that spilled from his lips absolutely overloaded the squiddle’s already flustered brain, only replying in a string of squeaks that just displayed his heart on his sleeve; oh the older felt like an arrow was shot through his heart at how adorable he was acting at his whispered words. Not only does the squiddle’s face flush at the mention of his drawing, but the burning reminder that he couldn’t do anything about being 310’s little poodle was more than embarrassing.

“H-Hyuhuhung stop it! Plehehease!” 811 whines meekly, and it makes the older’s heart melt that he was already beginning to grasp the human language, cooing at how cute he sounds trying to pronounce the word correctly. Positioning himself between the squiddle’s legs, he lifts the thin fabric of his black shirt all the way to his ribs, looking up at him with a knowing smirk. Despite not even knowing what was going to happen to him, he was already squealing and babbling an unknown language which he took as trying to ask for some mercy. 

“Do you know what raspberries are?” 310 whispers softly, chuckling when he gets a slow, hesitant shake of the head from the one beneath him. He almost thinks how adorable his foolishness is. 

“N-Noho AHAHAH!” 811 screams as he feels something vibrating against his bare stomach, trying to even keep his eyes open to get a proper look. The first thing he saw was…his lips attached to his belly? Either way, the sensations were overwhelming, tossing his head back into the cold metal as cackles flew from his lips. His tentacles slammed the ground in ticklish agony, held in place by two ghostly hands that kneaded his sides so gently he was going to absolutely die here. 

“You’re so cute~  ███████, won’t you keep giggling for me? My adorable ███████~” The older coos, almost whispering to the squiddle’s ears before taking in a deep breath once more. Before 811 can even protest, he shrieks when the lips vibrate against his belly once more, bringing him to wheeze in silence as tears of mirth streamed down his face and started to make pitter-patter sounds on the floor; 310 vows to increase that endurance sooner or later, seeing him cackle so hard for such a short time wasn’t near enough!

“Aha…noho mohohore..” 310 snickers at how cute and the almost passed out look on the younger’s face, bringing him back up to sit by reverting into his human form, watching as the limbs laid limp against the floor. He grabs the crayons that had scattered across the floor from his ruthless thrashing, pressing a soft chaste kiss to his forehead. Hands come up to wipe his cheeks away, going slowly to make sure every single tear was dried and wiped off his face. Through half lidded eyes, the squiddle snuggles closer to the ‘ghost’, almost starting up his already calming blush when he feels his tentacles twitching in happiness from the snuggles; it makes the older smile so wide it would split his cheeks into two. 

“How about we finish that drawing hm? I’ll put it in the family- I mean facility kitchen.”

[charliewhaw]

Hi! I saw your talent show post and was wondering if you think everyone would do something other than instruments. What kind of things would they do?

(  Funny things, that’s for sure. >:) ) (( Post edited and contributed to by balloondrifloon ))

Charlie’s act would be a stage play. Just like the one that she made Angel and Sir Pentious put on. It wouldn’t be a one-man play either: She wouldn’t have thought that far ahead to realize it would be only her acting in the play. So she ends up running back and forth, throwing on costumes and tearing them off as the ‘characters’ speak to each other. By the end of it, Vaggie has to drag her off stage and fan her down while she sips on cool water.

Vaggie couldn’t help with Charlie’s play because she was up next. She had to be fully prepared for her act. She would drag out a target dummy and set it in the center of the stage. Fighting. Her act was showing off her kicks and punches. “BOO!” Lute would probably yell from the audience. Vaggie would try to ignore her, but the booing would continue, egged on by Adam “Tell her, danger tits!” Vaggie would finally stop and glare at the two. Adam would mock her, saying, “Stop fighting a fucking doll and fight a real woman, Vaggiesaurus!” Lute would then join Vaggie on stage and the two would begin fighting. Really fighting. Lute would hone in on brute force while Vaggie would show off her agility. The fight would spill off stage and Husk would be ushered up.

Husk would be about as unamused as one could get. He’d pull out a deck of cards from his card holster and start unenthusiastically showing off the laziest magic tricks he could muster. He’d barely bother to hide the trick to them. It would be obvious he knew how to do much cooler and more exciting tricks, but he wouldn’t bother showing any of those. Vaggie would fly back on stage, immediately followed by Lute, who would knock Husk off in her haste. That would be the end of Husk’s performance. If you could even call it that.

Niffty would put on a puppet show. With roach corpses. It would earn several disgusted faces, but before anyone could boo her, God would lower his hand to silence them all. Sera would later inform them that God really enjoyed soap operas. No matter what play Niffty chose to put on, it was always named after a real play. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Phantom of the Opera, it didn’t matter. None of her plays followed the script. They were all fanfictions of the original plays, featuring ‘bad boys and stabbing’.

Sir Pentious didn’t make it. He got lost.

God was the judge, and no one catered to their audience better than a radio host– okay, except maybe a television host. Either way, Alastor would stand on stage telling pun after pun about God and Heaven. “Did you hear about the priest who opened a bakery? No? He specialized in angel food cakes! Hahaha!” “What kind of car does Jesus drive? A Christ-ler! Ahaha!” “Did you hear about the rebellious angel? He got in trouble for trying to wing it!” That last one would make Lucifer uncomfortable. God would find these dad jokes quite funny. He’s a dad after all.

“Come on, Frank!” An eggboi would call out. “I dunno Frank, I think I might have stage fright!” The eggboi who was just called Frank would reply to another eggboi, who was also called Frank. The two eggbois looked at another eggboi, “Are you nervous too, Frank?” Cherri Bomb would be watching them since Sir Pentious wasn’t there, and she would be making strange faces at them all calling each other Frank. “Well, fuck. Do you guys not have your own names?” Frank, Frank, and Frank would shrug. “Eggbois, you’re up next!” Angel would usher them on stage and they’d rush out chanting “oop oop oop oop oop!” Their act would consist of Frank wearing a tiara and attempting ballet while Frank and Frank danced around him, throwing dandelions.

Carmilla and her daughters’s act would follow. They would enter the stage with a confused and slightly judgemental expression as the eggbois stumbled off stage, rolling around on the floor below. One Frank would look up and say hello to 'Camaro Carfight’. The women would proceed to perform real ballet. Their performance was lovely.

Cherri would set up a big easel, jump off stage, tell everyone to stand back, then throw a bomb at the easel. Paint would splatter everywhere. It even got in Vox’s underwear somehow. But at least the easel would be covered in a unique pattern of colors!

Sera would recite old, old poetry. “Mon in the mone stond and strit; On his botforke his burthen he bereth.” Absolutely no one would understand what she was saying, except for Zestial who could be found in the front row and clapping ecstatically at her performance, “Exquisite performance! Encore!”

Zestial’s own performance would be similar to Sera’s. Only he would be reciting what he considered ‘modern-day works’. Which was Shakespeare. “Alas poor Yorick! I knew him well!” Zestial would say, holding a demon’s skull.

Emily would put on a sock puppet show, with handmade puppets and backdrops. Her stories were very much like Charlie’s, only Charlie’s at least had some conflict. Emily’s were 100% genuine happiness and nothing else. Niffty would take Emily’s performance as an act of rivalry and go after the angel with her sewing needle. “There’s only room for one puppet show on this stage!” She’d exclaim, as she chased a frantic Emily around the theatre.

Vox would play Megalovania on a calculator.

Velvette would put on a mini fashion show, forcing Vox and Valentino to model for her. It would be interrupted by Emily and Niffty as they raced across the stage. “Sorry!” Emily would yell as she knocked over Vox. Valentino would screech like a child when Niffty ran past him, her manic eye briefly looking up at him with a depraved smile that made even his skin crawl.

Once Niffty was placed on Alastor’s head, distracted by his soft ears, Valentino would attempt to do a strip tease to “I’m a Barbie Girl”. It would start fine, but quickly dissolve into debauchery. Everyone would shut him down, booing, and he’d get banned from the talent show, any future talent shows, and any associated works.

Adam would be more than delighted to take this opportunity to show off his crazy sick guitar skills. He’d fly around and do an aerial show while he was at it.

Turns out Lute’s act was fighting, just like Vaggie’s. But they were still busy fighting in the corner, so God skipped over Lute.

“And that dickweed forgot to turn his screen brightness down while in the theater!” Katie Killjoy would point at Vox-- who would flush from embarrassment before turning down his screen-- then she'd proceed to roast everyone in the room, including God.

Turns out Tom Trench is armed to the teeth: He’d show off all his pocket knives that he keeps hidden on his person throughout the day. He named his favorite one Lawrence.

Mimzy would take on an extravagant dance, only for Niffty to chase Emily back on stage, knocking Mimzy over. Mimzy would end up falling through the stage floor, leaving a big hole.

Rosie would be next. She’d dance around the hole in the stage, ignoring Mimzy’s calls for help, as she happily cooked a thigh, treating the talent show like her own personal cooking show.

Susan… Susan just complained. “Why is it so dark in here?! Where are all the stagehands?! What time is it? I’m missing my shows!”

Razzle and Dazzle would perform a duo juggling act.

Lucifer would go through all 2,387 of his rubber ducks, stating their names, their specialties (like breathing fire or walking over maple syrup puddles specifically), and what type of duck they were based on.

Once everyone finished their acts, God would then judge and decide a winner. The winner was the eggbois! Carmilla is befuddled and leaves without attending the after-party. Alastor is angry because he’s convinced he should have won. His jokes were hilarious. Vox is pissed and kicks a trash can.

Once everyone leaves, Lucifer pulls God aside to show him the new duck he’s been working on. It’s a platypus. God loves it.

……

Sir Pentious looks around the mountaintop he’d found himself on, “What? Where am I?!”

[anzynai]

Oh my gosh im so excited to see a twst writer in the community!! Can u please share some heartslabyul headcanons (no pressure if u dont want to) i just love them so much thank you!

Heartslabyul Hcs

HELLOOO this has been sitting in my ask box for ages and i am so sorry for dying and not posting for a whole month.. erm. anyway, headcanons. unfortunately no new fic im sorry but uh soon!!! its heartslabyul tho soo enjoy!!

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since riddle was never exposed to tickling when he was a child, he was always curious about what it felt like. like, he’s read about it, heard about it, etc, but just couldn’t imagine HOW it could make someone laugh. afterall, it sounds so absurd. which makes total sense.

it wasn’t until he started hanging out with chenya and trey that he finally learned what it was like. chenya had been the one to poke him in the side first. riddle had jumped, sputtered, giggled, and jsut reaxted like how any ticklish person would and riddle was like,, what was that?? chenya had simply told him he was curious and trey was like “oh, youre ticklish, huh?” and suddenly it made SO MUCH sense. THATS what tickling was like, and now that he had a taste of it, he was curious about more. being actually tickled and tickling someone. thankfully, being friends witb the two, he did in fact experience those

when he arrived at nrc, it didnt happen as much but trey seemed to notice that riddle didnt exactly hate tickling. as he got older he tried to hide it, but he didnt hate iy. maybe wasnt as interested as when he was younger, but it was more neutral. trey would like to poke him to get his attention and such.

trey is ticklish but maybe would prefer to be tbe ler, or at least let it be equal. he’s like, teh nonchalant tickler HELPP so like, usually won’t go very far, not more than a poke to tbe side or something small like that, but well, he still does it to like most of heartslabyul and his friends outside of heartslabyul, but is like totally casual abt it so sometimes ppl wonder if they should even bring it up

when they do, “i only wanted to get your attention.” hey trey! calling their name works just as well btw!! no but sometimes he does it just because he feels like it. always the same excuse too😭

cater is pretty ticklish. he has a love-hate relationship of it. i thjnk he enjoys tickling people, but doesnt do it much because HE doesnt particularly ENJOY getting tickled and he doesnt want them to like, retaliate. he doesnt hate it but his sisters loved tickling hjm when he was younger so it kinda left a bad taste in his mouth. basically, he usually will only have a good time if its someone he knows well and is comfortable with and he knows theh wont push him to the brink. he doesnt like to laugh uncontrollably i feel like. eitherway, he def tickles others the same exact way bc he doesnt want them to feel the same way he does about it.

he doesnt mind gentle tickles at all, but again, ws long as he’s with the right people. i feel like with a partner, he would actyally really love tickles while they r cuddling. super cute, yes.

deuce didnt get tickled a lot, at least not until he entered nrc. never really had any feelinfs towards it. he hated it when he was younger, became more neutral about it when he grew up. he would definitely defend someone if they thought it was embarrassing. “everyones ticklish! nothing to be ashamed of!”

this actually leads to him getting tickled about half the time😭😭 because everyone loves to tickle the first year students (i would too). super embarrassed? yes. super awkward? yes. hates it? nope!! prob would be blushing and all but never have any complaints

ace, on tbe other hand, did get tickled a lot when he was younger and that did not change upon his arrival to nrc. i dont know how to describe it, he just radiates those vibes. also i frel like he was more of the “popular” guys in middle school (he peaked in middle school just kidding) but he was prob the one his frienfs liked to gang up on and tickle

doesnt PARTICULARLY seek out being tickled but will ALWAYS join in if one of his friends is being tickled in front of him with the most sadistic smile on his face. he js evil, do not let urself be tickled by him (or do maybe).

yk that guy who will convince others to tickle the super scary boss?? no?? well whatever, that’s cater. tell me he doesnt whisper to the freshman to tickle riddle… everyone knows its him too except riddle because, well, the freshman never get too far in their endeavors. afterall, leaders are to set an example!

trey knows ofc, but does he stop it? ofc not!! riddle needs a laugh time to time after all.

tickle fights. between all five of them. most r started by the chaotic duo (ace and deuce) or cater. and well, the winner is USUALLY cater or riddle, trey too. ace and deuce never win. plus, cater has his clones to back him up, but if riddle uses his spell, he’s the first one gone

trey just kinda lets it happen, until he doesnt. yea hes ticklish but rarely does he lose unless he lets it happen on purpose. (until u get his back, then he’s done for) riddle and cater know this pretty well, ace and deuce have yet to find out. whenever they come close, trey quickly turns the tables LOL

[dannystheone]

helloo!! i see you’re into south park! could i request a drabble for a tickle fight between kyle and cartman? i think the duo would be really interesting since they both are very strong headed and wont back down from a challenge. i love your blog so much :) have an amazing day!

(also feel free to ignore this if you dont want to!!)

Thank you for your kind words! Y'all are so sweet lol :') Sorry this took a second longer to get out to you, we love six-day working weeks over here. But this pairing is funny to me I love Cartman annoying Kyle I think it's hilarious

This is not a ship fic! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: KIDS SWEARING

Cartman vs. Kyle (Lee Cartman/Kyle Ler Cartman/Kyle)

Cartman and Kyle both want to play with the same toy at the same time. The obvious solution to this is to fight to the death!

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Kyle had invited the guys over to his house to play trucks. Kenny and Stan brought their own trucks, as well as Cartman. The group had fun, rescuing princesses with the help of their bulldozers and GT Cruisers.

The boys played well into the afternoon, with Kyle's mom catering lunch for them. But eventually, Stan and Kenny had to return to their homes, leaving Kyle and Cartman behind to play with each other.

"Rrrrrhhhmmm... rumble rumble rumble, oh no, I need more gas! I'm going to the gas station, Detective Silver!" Kyle called out. Kyle rolled his Purple McLaren to the 'gas station', which was an empty space inhabited by a Lego man standing behind a Lego brick.

"Khhh- Dr. Jew you're really breaking my balls here. I repeat you are breaking my balls." Cartman pretended to speak into a radio as he bulldozed some trucks out of his path on the carpet.

"Cartman! I told you my name was General Rogard!" Kyle looked up from the 'gas station' while Cartman mashed trucks together.

"Oh I'm sorry General, turns out our intelligence tells us you're a money-grabbing Jew who can't be trusted to steal the Document of Truth! We'll have to intercept your mission, right about nyah." Cartman reached for a police cruiser while Kyle reached out for the same toy.

"Fine, intercept me! I have the Chief of Police to back me up!" Kyle and Cartman's hands touched as they pulled for the same toy.

"Cartman give me the car!" Kyle was laying on his belly, his legs waving in the air. Cartman was sitting upright, so he had a better grip on the car.

"Myeh- myeeeeh- let go, Kyle! The police have to intercept you cause you're a no-good stinking Jeeewww!~" Cartman pulled the car away from Kyle's hand, to which Kyle stood up and tried to steal it back.

"Cartman, it's my car! It's mine! Give it back!" Kyle tried to reach into Cartman's hands to take it, but Cartman shielded the car with his back.

"Nuh uuuhhh Kyle! I need the car to intercept youuu!" Kyle growled and punched Cartman's back, which was like punching a sack of rice.

"Give it back fatass! It's my toy!" Kyle's fists curled tightly as he grew increasingly frustrated. Cartman stood up off the floor and hid the toy behind his back.

"I'm afraid there's only one solution to this, Kyle. We both want the cruiser, that much is apparent. Perchance, I give you this solution-" Kyle crossed his arms angrily and shot Cartman a venomous look.

"You can't just use 'perchance' in any sentence you want, dumbass-" Cartman reached forward and shushed Kyle's lips. Kyle swat his hand away.

"-We fight. To the death. Winner takes the police cruiser, and bragging rights at the bus stop." Kyle glowered at Cartman.

"That sounds retarded. Just give me back the toy, it's mine anyway." Kyle held out his hand for the toy, while Cartman placed the car on a high shelf instead.

"We'll have to battle it out, Kyle. There's no other solution."

"There's plenty of other-! ...Fine, Cartman. We battle it out, and I kick your ass. And you'll go to school tomorrow with bruises and a busted lip, all because you didn't want to give me back my damn cruiser!" Cartman wagged his finger underneath his green mitten.

"Ohoho, don't be so eager, Kyle. We all know I'm more than meets the eye." Kyle scoffed at that.

"And I thought your ass couldn't get any bigger. Alright, let's begin then." The boys pushed the toys out of the way and centered themselves in the middle of the carpet.

"You're gonna get your ass beat, Cartman." Both boys started shucking off their gloves.

"We'll have to see about that, Kyle." Cartman was acting weirdly calm about their fight. It did phase Kyle a little; he'd have to be on his guard.

Kyle took the first step and swung at Cartman. His fist connected to Cartman's chin, making Cartman's head jolt back. Kyle swung another fist toward Cartman, but Cartman grabbed his elbow.

"Ugh! Let go of me lard-ass! I'm getting that car back!" Kyle bucked and struggled against Cartman, who, seemingly out of nowhere, got the upper hand.

"Shut up Kyle! The police are intercepting you and that's final!" Cartman wrestled Kyle to the floor, Kyle gritting his teeth and kneeling on the carpet.

"Get the hell off me Cartman!" Kyle groaned as Cartman overpowered him with his oppressive weight. Cartman had Kyle's arms held behind his back, both his wrists in one fat grip.

"Oh, not so confident now are you Kyle? Well, let's see what happens when I show 'General Rogard' the ace up my sleeve!" Cartman snuck a hand over Kyle's trapped arm and started squishing in his side.

"Wh- Cahahartman! Stohohop!" Kyle tried to wrestle away from Cartman, frantic now, but they only sunk closer to the floor.

"Oh, what happened to my black eye Kyle? My busted lip? I'm not seeing it anywhere Kyle?" Kyle tried to hold in his laughter, he'll be damned if Cartman won, but the further they sunk to the floor the more agency Cartman had over squeezing Kyle's side.

"Thahahat's cheheheheating!! Yohohou're plahahaying dirty!" Kyle spat; trying to get any purchase on the carpet despite being brought to his knees.

"No cheating if we didn't set up any rules, Kyle! Oh the sweet victory of defeating Kyle, I can see it now..." Cartman's voice turned wistful as he released Kyle's wrists just to squeeze both his hands into Kyle's sides.

Kyle squealed a manly sound as he fell completely to the floor, his front sliding on the carpet. Cartman kneeled close to Kyle and tazed his fingers into Kyle's sides. Kyle's eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Looks like I'm going to win this battle, Kyle. That's what happens when you don't respect my authori-tah." Kyle forced his elbow up and behind him in a jerking motion, his elbow connecting to Cartman's chest.

Cartman backed off of Kyle and held the sore spot that was elbowed. "Myeeeh- Myeeeh Kyle- I was supposed to wiiin-" Kyle picked himself off the floor and all but launched himself at Cartman.

"RAAAH!-" Kyle let out a battle cry and shoved his hands into Cartman's sides; wriggling his fingers non-too-gently into Cartman's skin.

Laughter started bubbling up in Cartman's chest as he tried to fight back Kyle's hands. "Y-Yohou wohon't gehehet me thahat easy, Kyle!" Kyle had a disgusted face on as his fingers disappeared into Cartman's sides.

"Eugh- it's like playing in warm jello. And the jello is wearing clothes. And the jello is a fatass-" Despite Kyle's insults, Kyle's words seemed to make Cartman laugh harder. Cartman gripped Kyle's wrists and tried to wrench Kyle's arms away, but Kyle's fingers latched themselves in his ribs.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup Kyle! Gehehehet ohohohoff of myah!" Kyle grimaced at his friend choking out his laughs. Kyle had no interest in seeing Cartman tickled (he'd much prefer Stan and Kenny over this racist piece of-) but it was good to see Cartman get a taste of his medicine.

"No! You're gonna give me back that fucking car, Cartman!" Kyle knelt on Cartman's thigh to get closer and shot his hands up into Cartman's armpits to wriggle his fingers in there. Cartman snorted and narrowed his eyes in his booming laughs.

"Nohohoho! Thahahahat's my cahahar!" Cartman growled and forced his way forward, barreling his way through Kyle's hands and latching his own fingers into Kyle's waist. He began to squeeze violently.

"Pfft-ahahahaha! Owhohohow Cartman! Thahat hurhurts!!" Kyle had a pained laugh as he retreated and giggled loudly. Cartman dug in further, his thumbs driving into Kyle's hips just above his jeans.

"Then give up the car, Kyle! You greedy Jew!" Cartman squeezed his thumbs into Kyle's hip divets repeatedly; Kyle curling up on the floor and belting out hiccupy laughter.

"I- I'm nahahat greedy!! *Hic!* Yohohou fahahat ahahahass! *Hic!*" Kyle reached upwards and gripped Cartman's side, and wriggled his fingers in them.

Cartman's fingers died off on Kyle's hips, but forced them to stay latched to the divets. "Kyhyhyhyle! Yohohohou get ohohohoff of myah!" The boys began actual tickle fighting at that point; with Kyle wrestling back Cartman's arms and driving his hand into Cartman's armpit, and Cartman attempting to squeeze Kyle's arm into his side to still his fingers and squish Kyle's hips.

"Nohohoho! *Hic!* Yohohohou gehehehet ohohohoff of mehehehe!" Kyle snickered and jolted with every zap that was delivered to his hips. Cartman laughed above Kyle, his armpit getting assaulted by Kyle's fingers.

"Kyhyhyhyle! I'm seriously!" Cartman growled and delivered rapid-fire pokes to Kyle's tummy. Kyle's arms hung limp by his side as he cackled out, his legs kicking out at random.

"CARTMAN!! Stohohohohop!" Kyle tried bringing his knee up to save himself, but Cartman squished Kyle's knee enough to force it back down.

"Looks like you've been properly intercepted, Kyle- AYE!" Kyle wrestled Cartman's hands off of his stomach and forced his hands into Cartman's ribs. Or, where he assumed Cartman's ribs were. Kyle winced as he all but shook his fingers into Cartman's ribcage like he was choking them.

"That's my goddamn police cruiser, dough boy! And I'm getting it back-"

"Kyle? Cartman?" Kyle and Cartman looked up from their position on the floor, their eyes wide and unblinking. Stan stood in the doorway, a quizzical look on his face.

"Stan? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked, pushing Cartman away and rolling off the floor.

"Oh, I came back to get my police cruiser." Stan looked around Cartman's room before spotting it on a high shelf. "Oh, there it is." Stan walked over to grab the cruiser.

"W-Wait, your cruiser? That's my cruiser!" Kyle pointed to his chest.

"Nuh-uh, that's my policeman car!" Cartman pointed to the car Stan was holding.

"Oh, no I've had this car since Christmas. My mom bought me a whole set of them, but I lost them all. This is the only one I have left." Stan explained nonchalantly.

"My mom bought me that exact same set!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Hey, my mom bought me that too! Gentlemen, I'm afraid we have no other choice." Cartman folded his hands behind his back and looked out the bedroom window dramatically.

"We'll have to fight..."

"...to the death."

[thelaughtercafe]

Ler Momiji and Yuki

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Yuki/F! Reader, Momiji/F! Reader

Length: 557

Summary: N/A

Yuki Sohma:

Yuki is shown in the show to be quite reserved and hesitant about even his own laughter but I think he’d get a lot out of making those very close to him laugh; especially other zodiac members since he doesn’t have to worry about hugging them by mistake. 

Luckily, if you’re close with him you likely are already aware of the curse. 

He’d definitely be nervous at first, stewing over his idea. 

He just wants to be included but…what if he makes you uncomfortable? 

What if you’re not even ticklish? Then that’s awkward! 

He’s embarrassed to even enjoy tickling others at all. 

Honestly? Once he starts though?

Absolutely melts into the role. 

Not too rough(unless he’s tickling Kyo RIP, cat boy-) 

But just the right pressure to make you squeal, giggle and occasionally laugh. 

Absolutely loves when he gets an odd sound, a snort, gasp, whimper, keen or silent laughter out of you.  

Feels it makes him an accomplished Ler. 

If he has a Lee in his grasp and he knows, caters to their tastes. 

Easily adapts and goes along with where they want to be tickled most and with what if they tell him. 

If they’re still a Lee and they’re shy?

Either sweet or mean, no in-between. 

Yuki doesn’t show it often and most wouldn’t guess because of his pretty face but the boy has a sadistic streak and a hunger for control beneath the surface. 

Lives to make you beg for it with lingering touches around friends or when alone. 

The puffs of air on the back of your neck as he goes down the hallway is the worst and he relishes in the flustered reactions that he receives despite being cool as ever.

Not as mean as Shigure or Hatsuharu, but fuck he’s close. 

As far as spots he personally enjoys, his go-to’s are the neck and sides. For the neck, he likes the giggles he typically gets, and the ease of access whereas for the sides he likes how easily he can look up and see his Lee’s expression and how many different ways he can tickle them there even with just his hands.

Momiji Sohma:

Oh my gosh, he’s so flipping cute. 

He just wants to make his Lee happy. 

The cutest Ler period. 

Even if his Lee doesn’t like it or gets embarrassed they can never stay mad at him. 

Momiji is huge on cheer-up tickles too, he hates people being sad. 

More perceptive than people give him credit for thanks to his innocent baby face but will back off immediately if his Lee isn’t enjoying it, and is great at reading when a Lee’s had enough. 

KING of aftercare, drowns you in cuddles and makes sure you get plenty of water.

He likes to tickle everywhere he can reach honestly.

Loves to use it for initiating bonding or new friendships.

It’s a great way to break the ice if the Lee is shy or awkward silence starts encroaching. 

Again, smarter than people give him credit for so he gets touch starved people used to it that way by pushing them to join him, or be the one being tickled. 

The purest of Lers. 

The laughter is his favorite part of being a Ler so the spots that make his Lee laugh the loudest or in his mind, happiest- is his favorite.

[444names]

Names generated from theological angels, and animals, ending with the letter "R"

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[sprite-periodt]

Hi hello, your blog is such a huge mood qwq

Hi new frien!(If you want👉🏾👈🏾) I'm happy you like my blog hehe. Gotta express myself and cater to my own kind! And attract lers /j

[luminaryofthetks]

I haven't been on this blog in forever okay cool you guys want some OC content you get some OC content because I am in the mood for that

Lee "headcanons" for my OCs that are lees except they aren't really headcanons at all because they're my characters okay cool let's go

First, fandom OCs

Valentin Flamel(lee-leaning switch)(Twisted Wonderland OC)

Valentin is in DENIAL that he's a switch in general. So much denial. Like "de nile is a river in egypt, your husband is gay" levels of denial from him. As far as he's concerned, he's a straight up ler and will not take any other answer as truth.

.. For a little while.

Because the revelation that he isn't just a ler comes in a way he wasn't expecting, even if he probably should have: Floyd.

Floyd's habit of squeezing people was how it was discovered. On complete and total accident, one misplaced hand on Valentin's side decimated him.

It seems that when you deny it for so long, you get really sensitive to it. And to Valentin's horror, that was exactly what had happened.

He almost broke his streak of not making a deal with Azul just because he didn't want that to be a well-known fact about him. He didn't, but he got really close.

His genuine laugh is different from his half-hearted chuckling. It actually makes him seem like he's not an asshole for a little while! This, of course, is a wonderful thing when someone wants him to cooperate- just tickle him into submission

His worst spots are his sides and hips, which are pretty accessible in most of the school uniforms, difficult if he's just in his favorite outfit because of the layers it has.

He gets tickled pretty often by Floyd once that discovery was made, though he's actually in preference for when Jade is in the mood to tickle him, because at least Jade's tickling doesn't hurt. It's embarrassing either way, but the guy can have preferences.. even if those preferences aren't exactly obvious.

Artemis Wonden(lee)(Twisted Wonderland OC)

Artemis, on the other hand of Valentin for my TWST OCs, is pretty accepting of the fact he's a lee.

He's not gonna be out in the open about it, but he's not really gonna deny it either. Being ticklish is normal, after all! And besides, he doesn't really have reasons to tickle other people. Especially in Royal Sword Academy, where most of the time a conversation or flick of his UM can get people to comply with his authority again.

A lot of people in his dorm are aware of it, and even some aside from that like Neige. And Artemis is okay with this. It's not like he's really getting ganged up on, tickling is harmless!

At Night Raven College, however.. it's different.

Being a transfer student, especially from the rival school, meant that he was getting picked on pretty often regardless of his former authority as one of RSA's dorm leaders. And it wasn't long before it went from intimidation and some minor violence(like being pinned to a wall,) to being messed with and tickled because the prior tactics weren't really working on scaring Artemis. He's dealt with far worse.

But.. that did lower the value of such a cute act like tickling for him, for a little while.

The more he got comfortable with the Heartslabyul dorm, though, the more he warmed back up to it.

The occasional scribbles on his spine when he was making a mistake from Cater, Ace trying to convince him to go cause trouble in spite of the fact that Artemis was trying to stay on Riddle's good side.. as the intimidation from other students wore off for him, the warmth of interactions with his newfound dorm-mates was enough for it to become a nice act again. Maybe even nicer than it was for him before.

The people that tickled Artemis most often at RSA were Che'nya and his older brother Minerva, whereas at NRC(at least for the wholesome interactions,) it'd be Ace and at some points Riddle being the constant ler.

For the above, Artemis has a complicated relationship with Riddle at first, being former rivals due to opposing dorms at NRC and RSA respectively. And now that Artemis is in Heartslabyul, Riddle relished in the opportunity to use some of those weaknesses he knew from their rivalry to his advantage for a while, usually when it came to the rulebook. Riddle knew that, judging from how Artemis' dorm was in comparison, the shift was going to be major. So to help him learn it, tickling was used as a "punishment" for forgetting them until Artemis eventually got them memorized. Artemis genuinely tried to learn that rulebook front to back, and didn't just focus on the important ones like others may. And even if he isn't a total stickler for the rules, whenever Ace is up to no good and he's around, Artemis tries to gently nudge the underclassmen away from dumb ideas because he knows that Riddle is a stickler for those rules. It's more good natured, gentle/friendly authority now that he's just a normal student.

His worst spots are his spine, ribcage, and knees. He's ticklish everywhere, but those ones in particular make him laugh harder. However, there is also a little divot between the ribcage and his armpits that end up making him shriek. It's one of the few things that will make his voice raise, in any sense of the term.

Wow I spoke a lot for Artemis-

Emeir Sandoval(switch)(Genshin Impact OC)

Emeir doesn't really expect people to tickle him, nor does he tickle people often.

A lot of people find him intimidating, and his friends are few and far between.

However, if he is close with someone, he'll let them tickle him to their heart's content. He's not too sensitive, so he can last a while and someone can explore all his weaknesses.

At least, he's not too sensitive unless someone uses their nails on his tummy.

His tummy is probably his worst spot in general, and he found out about that specific weakness to nails one time when one of his co-workers that he's friendly with suddenly dug their fingers into his abdomen. The noise he made was priceless to them, but due to Emeir's introversion, it's a relatively kept secret among those two.

Cyrus Fleur-de-Lis(lee)(Pokémon OC)

Cyrus is arguably the second most sensitive to tickling in this post, only coming behind Artemis.

My boy is TICKLISH.

And it's not like it's hard to figure out, either.

He crumbles to gentle brushes to his body, and it's not exactly subtle how he tenses and blushes each time.

Sometimes, with friends who are more lively than him, once they figure it out they don't even bother to ask and just wreck him.

His worst spots are his navel and ribs, but those are by slim margins. You could essentially try to tickle this guy anywhere and you'd have him giggling.

Also tracing his top surgery scars or his stretch marks will make him snort-

His sister(see the next set of headcanons) is his worst ler by far. No competition.

Sidra Fleur-de-Lis(ler-leaning switch)(Pokémon OC)

Sidra, in comparison to her twin, is not very ticklish at all. Even as kids, she found herself rarely having moments that touch made her react positively, and tickling seemed to be off the table.

However, I have a little headcanon that before Lysandre(the twins' known parent) went all crazy and formed Team Flare, he was friends with Olympia and occasionally, when she had the time, she took care of them.

This was roughly between the ages of 4-9 years old for them btw

One of these instances, Olympia wanted to do a "palm reading" on the twins. She wasn't actually going to do anything, it was just a fun activity to keep them invested and teach them something new.

Cyrus was super okay and sat perfectly still, learning about all those different lines on his hand with a bright smile on his face.

Sidra, on the other hand, was giggling like crazy whenever Olympia tried to do the "reading" on her. And that was how it was figured out that Sidra wasn't ticklish in the conventional places like her brother was.

Her palms are awful for her, even as a grown adult. But also, if someone just prods in between her ribs or neck a couple times, it makes her super flinchy and squeaky.

Cyrus is the only one who knows so far, but if Sidra ever gets a girlfriend.. you bet that info's being shared the first chance he gets. He'll let her friends figure it out for themselves.. romantic interests are fair game to embarrass his twin.

Then the non-fandom OCs.. Aka the ones for my fic/book I'm writing(which began as a danganronpa fangan, therefore that tag is there)

Trixik Osama(switch)

Trixik wasn't aware of what tickling was for most of his life.

The first instance he got with it was with Lisa(who is also on this post).

He accidentally tickled her, and he genuinely thought she was hurt when she suppressed her laughter, and as a result kept trying to find out what was causing her such reactions..

He's quite dense when it comes to tickling.

She had to sit him down and explain to him what was going on, and when he sat there all confused, thinking the concept was completely absurd, Lisa proceeded to pin him to his seat and wreck him.. which definitely showed it wasn't absurd at all.

He's sensitive, very much so in the spots that he is, but he doesn't squirm or thrash around a lot. This makes him quite good at those "stay still" tickling games, even if his muscles are quivering from laughter. Plus, he's very used to following orders. So unless he physically can't do something anymore to play along with those games, he's going to try his best to win them.

His armpits, back, and thighs are ticklish for him. It may not seem like he's ticklish judging by his softer laughter, but believe me, it's sensitive for him.

And.. also his scars. Trixik has a lot of scars, way too many scars. And tracing them causes his breath to hitch and for him to blush.. eventually turning into nearly silent giggles and a few squeals depending on how sensitive the scar is.

He doesn't really have a constant ler, aside from maybe Lisa. But tickles aren't frequent for him to receive, due to his reserved nature and embarrassment towards the topic.

Lisa Anamor(switch)

Lisa ADORES tickling. Both giving it and receiving it.

If she's comfortable enough with someone, and they're known for being a ler, she'll intentionally mess around to try and get some.

Most of her ler friends have figured her out at this point, they just do it to have fun now. The ones who know each other have a little pact to just.. not tell Lisa that it's obvious she's asking to be tickled. The first one who tells her has to give the entire pact 50 dollars each. And anyone after that who does it, the price is raised by 25 dollars. It's like a game of who's gonna be broke the fastest.

Trixik is the only one who is completely unaware of Lisa being obvious with asking. Some of the pact members have tried to tell him.. he's just clueless enough to not realize what's going on regardless of if someone attempts to mention it. Most of the time he doesn't even tickle Lisa when she's pulling that stunt anyways, so it's not like there's a reason for him to know what she's doing.

Her worst spots are her knees and generally her waist. But her neck is also quite sensitive.

Her sister is her constant ler, at least if she's in a good mood. If not, it's probably one of the pact members(specifically Vara or Glory.)

Tohi Carimo(lee, maybe switch?? Haven't decided yet he's wreckable regardless)

Tohi is a wallflower in general. It's hard for someone to really get a good look at him, always tending to prefer the shadows of a room, or corners of areas.

But they are ticklish. And the few he really knows how to talk to are well aware of this fact.

It's not uncommon when he's with their friends that some tickling is in order. Particularly if he's having a rough day.

Gentle tickles always cheer him up.

He doesn't have any particularly bad spots, everywhere is just moderately ticklish for him.

And his most frequent lers would be his friend group(Kiran, Jackie, and, Glory.)

I'll probably make a ler version later for now take some crumbs <3

[newmannoble]

Bookworms Delight: A List of Must-Visit Bookshops Around the World

Bookworm’s Delight: A List of Must-Visit Bookshops Around the World https://ift.tt/jm49VBf There are few greater pleasures for bibliophiles than wandering through the aisles of a well-curated bookshop, inhaling the intoxicating scent of ink and paper, and discovering literary treasures. From historic bookstores with centuries of tradition to quirky independent shops with unique charm, the world has many bookish havens waiting to be explored.  Here’s a list of must-visit bookshops worldwide that will delight any book lover. Shakespeare and Company – Paris, France: Nestled on the Left Bank of the Seine, Shakespeare and Company is an iconic English-language bookstore that has been a haven for writers and readers for nearly a century.  El Ateneo Grand Splendid – Buenos Aires, Argentina: Once a grand theater, El Ateneo Grand Splendid in Buenos Aires has been transformed into one of the most beautiful bookshops in the world. Visitors can peruse books on ornate balconies, sit in plush theater seats, and enjoy the breathtaking architecture. Daunt Books – London, UK: Daunt Books in London is a destination for travelers and book enthusiasts seeking a curated selection of travel literature and guides. Its oak galleries and skylights create a serene atmosphere perfect for exploring books about far-flung destinations. Strand Bookstore – New York City, USA: The Strand is a New York City institution that boasts “18 miles of books.” This iconic bookshop offers new and used books and has been a haven for book lovers, celebrities, and writers for generations. Libreria Acqua Alta – Venice, Italy: Venice’s Libreria Acqua Alta, meaning “bookstore of high water,” has a unique approach to dealing with the city’s frequent flooding. Books are stored in bathtubs, gondolas, and waterproof containers, creating a whimsical and slightly surreal atmosphere that’s a must-see for visitors. Atlantis Books – Santorini, Greece: Perched on the cliffs of the stunning Greek island of Santorini, Atlantis Books is a paradise for readers with a breathtaking view of the Aegean Sea.  Powell’s Books – Portland, USA: Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon, is the largest independent new and used bookstore in the world and a beloved institution. It’s easy to get lost among its color-coded rooms, each dedicated to a different genre. Hatchards – London, UK: Founded in 1797, Hatchards is one of the oldest bookshops in the world and holds the prestigious title of London’s oldest bookshop. It boasts a rich history, a royal warrant, and a selection of books that cater to diverse tastes. Ler Devagar – Lisbon, Portugal: Located in a former printing press factory in Lisbon’s LX Factory, Ler Devagar is a mecca for book lovers. The shop features a massive hanging book sculpture, vintage printing presses, and a peaceful reading area. Livraria Lello – Porto, Portugal: Often called one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world, Livraria Lello in Porto is renowned for its ornate neo-Gothic architecture, intricately carved wooden staircases, and stained glass windows. These bookshops are not just places to buy books; they are destinations in themselves, offering unique atmospheres, historical significance, and a sense of wonder that makes them a joy to visit for any bookworm. via Noble Newman | Pittsburgh Writer https://noblenewman.com February 13, 2024 at 10:45AM