#ler!spinner

[gaybananabread]

Could we get headcanons for the LOV +Hawks? They're a nightmare found family and must have violent tickle fights...

⋋🕯️LoV Tkl Headcanons🕯️⋌

~Alright, got these in! I love doing these hcs, it's fun just splatting ideas down on here! I've already done KFC and Crispy Boi, so I'll link them below. These maniacs would absolutely get into some wild fights, especially when tensions are high. Warning, this is super long, so be prepared (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠). Thank you for requesting!~

(Hawks and Dabi hcs)

🎮Shigaraki⊰⁠⊹

General:

Neutral on tickling. Doesn't hate it, not super crazy about it.

He's just gotta be in the right mood at the right time.

Will kill anyone who tries to get him to admit it, but he doesn't totally hate it.

I'd say he's a lee. Besides the obvious risk of disintegrating someone, I just feel that he wouldn't want to touch another person like that for that long. Again, certain mood, certain time.

Lee:

On the semi-rare occasion that he does get into a lee mood, he tries his best to ignore it.

He's the leader of the League! “Leaders don't indulge in childish things, it's below me!”

Yeah, that fails after about twenty minutes of denial.

This touch-starved boyo can not fight off a mood like that for long.

He'll try to subtly provoke one of the other members into doing it. Wearing one of his more beat-up shirts, crop top, maybe a tank top. Sitting with his arms behind his head, sassing them, everything he can think of.

The only one who ever really gets him is Mr. Compress. Someone else might pick up on the hints, but are too scared for their lives to do anything about it.

Lighter stuff works best on him, though in certain spots, some good digging will be rewarded.

His worst spots are his palms and thighs.

It feels like his quirk would make those boys really sensitive, though you have to be careful around his fingers. Maybe some special gloves with the palm cut out? Eh, they'll get creative.

Melt spot would be his back. Light tracing, maybe feathers or something along those lines. Either way, he loves it.

Raspy, restrained little giggles at first. Boy refuses to laugh.

You get him good, though, and it'll be ear-splitting cackles and old-door-level squeaks.

📏Twice🎭

General:

Switchy-switch, depending on what side of him is leading.

His calmer, more rational side typically means lee mood.

His angrier, more violent side normally means ler mood.

Twice thinks tickling is a fun way to bond with his fellow members, as well as just relaxing and enjoying it.

Lee:

When he gets lee moods, they're often in-his-face and hard to ignore. Big, obtrusive need to get his shit wrecked.

The observant among the members can point it out. Extra giddiness, little jokes he wouldn't normally tell, and random giggles. Coin toss on who ends up giving a fuck, but still.

Hawks is usually his ler, though Toga is next in line. It's easy to get Hawks annoyed enough to send a feather after him. Toga is sadistic enough to wreck him whenever; it's asking her that's hard.

Worst spots are his ribs and armpits. Pitchy, boisterous cackles when you go for them.

Melt spot is his back. He loves back rubs that slowly become tickly, or just straight-up scribbles.

Ler:

Evil little shit about it. The harsher personality has a field day.

If he's having a decent day and is feeling cruel enough, he’ll make a clone or two to help him.

Big squeezes, drilling into worst-spots, raspberries, you name it. He wants to see his lee cackling before he's done.

The kind of mf to say “Citchie citchie coo~” without a hint of shame.

Most of the time, he'll give revenge tickles. Occasionally, though, there'll be a softer ler that pokes out just for comfort purposes.

Aftercare really depends on who it is. Most of the time, his nicer side comes out.

He'll do anything from smug comments to back rubs and a fluffy blanket.

🔪Toga🩸

General:

First off: girlie loves tickling

Can and will bring it up confidently. She's already kinda crazy—who cares what they think about this?

Gives ler-leaning switch vibes, methinks. Always ready to destroy someone, but wouldn't mind some pokes along the way~

Lee:

While they're less frequent, she definitely gets lee moods.

Knowing he'll almost always provide, she typically goes to Twice for tickly aid. If he's unavailable, though, it's skillfully tricking other members into giving her what she wants.

Very squirmy, can and will break your nose if you're not careful.

Worst spots are her hips. A few squeezes there and she's down for the count.

Melt spot would have to be her palms. She kinda gives off attention whore vibes, so she'd love any light, affectionate traces on them.

Got a bright and bubbly laughter that descends into cackles if you get her good. Blushes very easily, though she'll always have some blood-related excuse.

Ler:

Run for the hills, my friend.

Ruthless little ler, doesn't like to stop until her lee is a teary, tickle-drunk mess.

She loves building up anticipation, big on tickle games and hide-and-seek chases

Light tracing up and down a lee's midriff, stopping just shy of their worst spots before digging in.

Most teasing bitch to ever roam the Earth-

“Oooooh, your cheeks are so red! I love that color on you, cutie~” “Laugh for me! You know you wanna~”

“Oh, I'm sorry, does that word make it worse? A-tickle tickle tickle!”

Most frequent lee is Twice, though she's gotten everyone at least once before.

Not much aftercare unless you ask. Maybe a glass of water or some rubs. If requested, though, she'll cling to you for hours.

🎩Mr. Compress🔮

General:

So we can all agree he's the group dad-friend, right?

Tell me you don't see it. That's right, you can't-(/hj)

Sees tickling as a fun way to bond and de-stress. Often used by him as a cheer-up method.

I'd say switch on this one. He doesn't really seem to lean either way—only that his friends are enjoying themselves!

Lee:

Doesn't really get lee moods, though he's always open to a playful session with one of the League members.

Kinda like a human stress-toy volunteer

He doesn't mind it at all—it’s fun! What's the harm if it's doing somebody some good?

Worst spots are his belly and upper back. Get him there and he's a goner.

For melt spot, I'd say his tops of his thighs/calves. Man seems like he'd enjoy some leg tickles.

Deep, rich laughter. Kinda like Santa, but less ho-ho-hoey, ya know?

Ler:

Paternal tickle monster, no discussion.

He's got the “mental anguish” radar that good dads just seem to magically have.

He'll ask if they're okay and talk it out before starting his “special treatment” for their problem.

As said before, tickle monster gimmick is his thing.

“Is somebody stressed out? You know, tired minds are a special monster's favorite prey…”

“You'd better be careful with that frown around here. You don't wanna wake up…the Tickle Monster!”

“I can't hear you, dear! The Monster's taken over, and he's hungry for laughter!”

Seems like they'd kill him for it, but when they're upset, his silly antics are just what they need.

Tickles Twice and Toga the most, mainly to help with episodes or get Toga to wind down.

Shigaraki occasionally gets it, either for lee-mood help or pressure alleviation.

🗡️Spinner🦎

General:

He seems like a ler, ya know?

Like, he wouldn't hate being tickled, but he much prefers doing it to others.

Is a little too prideful to say it, but finds tickling people to be a fun way to wind down. Also, laughter is just adorable.

Ler:

He'd be kinda in the middle on the roughness-scale. He's not gonna go feather-light, but his goal isn't to kill you. Just enough to get some good belly laughter.

But like bro…have you seen those claws?

Ajhdbhwhs-

Ista-death, no matter how he uses them. Gentle traces? Butterflies swarming. And if he decides to be cruel? Kiss your diaphragm goodbye-

Also, the snooty-snout? Besides being cute, I'm betting tickle nibbles would be double-evil.

Teasing bastard, but affectionately. He can't help but be a jerk, but it's all in good fun.

“Man, you're so ticklish! I've got no idea how you've survived this long.”

“I didn't even know it was possible to blush that hard! You're teaching me new things every day, giggles.”

“Wouldn't it suck if I went for your worst spot? What's that? Hmm, guess I'll do it now if you're gonna be like that…”

Favorite lee would probably be Shigaraki

Picture it: fanboy getting to tickle his obsession-boy and hearing his laugh. And if Shiggy’s in a lee mood? It's a trillion times better for him.

After crusty-man, he'd go for Mr. Compress. Tickling the dad-man could make any one of the members smile, and Spinner is no exception.

Teasy aftercare. Besides the snide comments and little remarks, he's nice with it. Glass of water, potential couch-cuddles afterwards with a video game or movie.

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Summary: When Spinner agrees to help Shigaraki take care of his scars, neither of them expect it to take a ticklish turn.

Word Count: 1,899

Day 2 is done! I want to write for a bunch of different fandoms this month, and I was so excited to get to write for one of my favorite ships! (I love them sm I swear---) Anyway, I hope you enjoy these cute, sappy boyfriends! 💙

"Are you… ready?" Spinner asked, voice hushed and hesitant, wrestling with his nerves.

Shigaraki hummed in affirmation, running a hand through his wet, slightly knotted hair before shoving it into a messy bun, just good enough to keep it from hanging onto his neck. He looked lovely. Nestled in an oversized dark sweatshirt, he settled himself down on the couch with his back to his boyfriend, fiddling with his sleeves. He never could stay still.

"Right," Spinner swallowed, eyeing the nape of his neck. The scars were better now. Healing. With enough persuasion, the League had managed to get Shigaraki to avoid scratching for the past few days, allowing his old wounds to close. It hadn't been easy to break the habit he'd had for… Spinner didn't know how long, but he was managing. And when it got especially bad, Spinner was always there to hold his hands, much to both of their embarrassment.

A bath, they decided, would help wash away any of the dead skin before they tried to revitalize it, using a lotion Kurogiri had given them. Shigaraki had asked Spinner to help him apply it; he didn't know why Shigaraki needed the help, but he agreed.

Maybe it was a mistake. He didn't think it would be, until Shigaraki had left for his bath, while Spinner tried very hard not to think about what he was doing. Those few minutes were all it had taken for the panic to set it.

And it was only growing worse, being this close to him, the scent of his coconut-shampoo absorbing him, watching his small, nimble fingers toy with the loose strings of his sweaters—

"Spinner?" Shigaraki called, drawing his attention away from his thoughts.

He mentally berated himself, cringing at how much time must have passed. With a deep breath, he tried to gather himself as much as he could. It wasn't a big deal, really. It was only the most intimate thing that they would be doing since they started dating. Arguably, even the most intimate since before they were dating.

No—he shook himself out of his thoughts, holding back a sigh and opening the bottle. He needed to stop thinking. So, finally, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Shigaraki's ear, ignoring the spark that shot through him at the contact.

"Sorry. I'll—I'll just…" he trailed off, but Shigaraki seemed to understand as he half-nodded, bun bobbing up and down, almost coming loose. 

Smiling, Spinner squirted a glob of lotion into his hand, and slowly, gently, with trembling fingers, he reached out to apply it to his neck.

Shigaraki flinched at the cold sensation, tensing before slowly relaxing into the touch. Physical contact was still a largely foreign concept to him. In his relationship with Spinner, and the rest of the League, he'd gradually grown to become more accustomed to it, but it was nothing like this. Perhaps that explained the heat rising to his cheeks and the odd tingling sensation where Spinner touched him.

As Spinner continued his work in silence, clumsily massaging the lotion onto Shigaraki's dry skin, the sensation quickly grew annoying. The tingling lingered long after Spinner had moved to a different section of his neck and even spread down his back, like little shocks of electricity shooting down his spine. 

But it wasn't completely unbearable, at least not yet. Only because he knew the reason it was taking so long, that his partner was lovingly and painstakingly trying to alleviate his pain however he could, so Shigaraki would sit through it.

That didn't mean he would be still, though. His lips, for whatever reason, wobbled and were forced into a small smile that, thankfully, Spinner couldn't see from his position. 

Unfortunately, he did notice when Shigaraki's occasional twitches grew in frequency and intensity, until he was practically shaking. Spinner stilled his hands, pulling back and allowing Shigaraki a moment to collect himself before asking, "Are you alright?"

"Fine," he mumbled, reaching up halfway to his neck before he stopped himself. 

Spinner took Shigaraki's hand in his, gently squeezing it. "Did it hurt?"

"No. It just felt… weird."

"Should I stop?"

"You're almost done, aren't you? Just finish it."

He hesitated before nodding. "Alright, turn around so I can get the front."

Shigaraki repositioned himself, and Spinner swallowed again, eyes darting around the room as he tried to find anything other than his partner to focus his attention on. 

It was easier before, when he didn't have to stare right at his gorgeous boyfriend and think about how he was touching him and how else he wanted to touch him and—focus. 

Focus. He just needed to focus.

He was already halfway done, and it hadn't been that bad. He could do this. 

So he started again, pushing back his nerves and trying not to think too hard about it. That's why it took him longer than it should have to notice; he didn't realize what was going until it happened. 

Shigaraki giggled.

Just barely. Quiet, so quiet Spinner almost didn't hear him, and raspy. It was the most beautiful thing Spinner thought he had ever heard.

He stopped, more out of shock than anything, and stared at Shigaraki. 

Shigaraki, whose hands desperately clutched his sweatshirt, pinkies up, whose mouth curled in a hesitant, twisted imitation of a smile, whose eyes squinted, body tense, and actively avoided meeting Spinner's eyes.

He knew what it was, but it took him a long moment to manage to form the words. Finally, Spinner sputtered, "You're ticklish?"

Oh.

"Is that what it is?" he asked, more to himself than anything. 

Tickling was something he could vaguely recall from his childhood in more pleasant moments with his mother and sister, not that he liked to dwell on those memories. He had barely remembered what tickling was, let alone that he was ticklish, but he supposed it made more sense than anything else.

Spinner stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. This, this was the most shocking moment of his life. Even more than when he'd left his everyday life to join the League, than when Shigaraki had actually returned his confession, because Shigaraki Tomura, the leader of the League of Villains, his boss and boyfriend, was ticklish.

"What?"

Spinner clamped his jaw shut; again, he'd been staring for too long. He shook his head, speechless and struggling.

"Nothing," he managed, resisting the urge to say something about how cute that was. "Do—should I keep going?"

"Go ahead," he grunted, willing himself not to react this time. It had been embarrassing enough when he laughed.

It was more hesitant this time; Spinner's touch was lighter, likely trying to save Shigaraki from more embarrassment, but it only made it worse.

The tingling sensation had returned, more intense than before. It felt like it was spreading throughout his whole body, making his skin stand on edge. He wanted to shove Spinner's hands away or scratch himself, anything to relieve the feeling. 

Spinner couldn't help but smile as he watched his boyfriend, who had a growing grin of his own. With a sudden burst of courage, he slowly reached his hand up to gently cup Shigaraki's face. He tilted his chin upwards, angling it so he had better access to his neck.

They both flushed. Shigaraki sank into the touch, instantly forgetting his annoyance as he was held in a way he hadn't been for years. Spinner left his hand in place long after it wasn't necessary, a nervous excitement shooting through him. It was closer than they had ever been. So close that if he leaned in another few inches, they'd be kissing. 

They still hadn't actually had their first kiss. Not yet. And now that Spinner was looking at his lips, he couldn't seem to look away.

Even when his lips parted and another hushed giggle poured out as Spinner continued applying the lotion. Then he bit his lip, eyes squinting and nose crinkling through his attempts to hold back his laughter.

Spinner felt his heart beat faster. God, he wanted to hear more. He moved his hand from Shigaraki's neck, unable to resist shooting it down to squeeze his side. 

With a loud curse, Shigaraki jolted with another burst of rapid giggles. Spinner laughed fondly, snaking his hand down further to shove it under his sweatshirt and tickle Shigaraki's bare skin, while his other hand remained cradling his face. 

"Whahahat ahare yohohou dohoing?"

"I thought we covered this. I'm tickling you."

"Whihihy?" he squirmed, trying and failing to dislodge Spinner's fingers from his side, but there wasn't much he could do without rolling off the couch or risking accidentally using his quirk.

"Well, because you're…" his blush deepened, "you're… really cute like this."

Shigaraki huffed. It wasn't… completely miserable. It was definitely annoying, but it left him feeling oddly sentimental, and Spinner was enjoying himself. So, he figured he could sit through it for a few more minutes.

He was wrong.

His laughter shifted from soft giggles to full-blown cackling as Spinner clawed at his stomach, making him thrash as much as possible. There was no way to even try to hold back his laughter; the strange feeling completely absorbed his body, leaving him absolutely helpless. 

Spinner cooed, staring at him in awe as he brought his other hand down to squeeze at Shigaraki's thigh, making him shriek as he arched backwards away from his touch. 

This, he knew, was something special. Shigaraki wouldn't let just anyone do this, share such an intimate moment with him, and Spinner felt incredibly happy. He felt a lot of things. But most of all, he felt deeply and completely infatuated with his boyfriend.

Suddenly, he stopped. He paused, letting Shigaraki catch his breath,  before he brought both of his hands back up to hold his face.

"Can I kiss you?"

Shigaraki blinked at him, looked into his eyes, looked away, and almost brought his hand back up to his neck, before he lowered it and met his eyes again.

His voice was as hoarse and softer than Spinner had ever heard as he breathed, "Yes."

His lips were rough and chapped and firm against his; they tasted like the chamomile tea Spinner had brewed for them earlier. He felt himself leaving his body, melting, molding into Shigaraki's, feeling himself fit into every crevice and curve of his body. The kiss deepened, and suddenly his hands were in Shigaraki's hair, tangling in its knots and unfurling the sorry excuse for a bun, and Shigaraki's hands, always careful, were around his neck, then his waist, and on his chest, everywhere, beckoning him, pulling his closer, entwining them deeper together, until he couldn't breathe and couldn't tell Shigaraki's body from his own.

Then they pulled back, one of them or both, Spinner couldn't tell, and they were breathless and giddy, smiling then laughing then going back for more and more and more.

It certainly wasn't a bad first kiss,  or second, or… however many they shared. And after they'd both had their fill and settled back down, Spinner leaned against him, still wholly infatuated and unbelievably lucky to be with him.

Then, he remembered what they were supposed to be doing. "I still have to put it on your face."

Shigaraki sighed and grumbled, "Fine," but there was still a smile on his lips and flush on his skin.

At least this part wouldn't tickle. Probably.

[bunnyy-123]

Don’t Annoy Sylus

Summary: You and Sylus play a game of Twister. You wind up losing and don’t react well to it. The twins and Mephisto make an appearance. It’s long I’m sorry 💀 Lee! Reader, Ler! Sylus

Warnings: tickling, spoilers, suggestive comments/content, begging, (sorta) removal of clothes (but nothing sexual), being tied up.

Sylus didn’t like being poked.

It was one of the few things you could do to actually annoy the man. For someone who had no problem eliminating inconveniences, it was surprisingly hard to irritate him. He seemed to have much more patience with you. In fact, most of your attempts to rile him up actually amused him. He would smirk and pat your head in a patronizing way and say, “You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetie.”

You discovered his dislike of poking when one day, you saw him the kitchen. He had his back turned to you and was humming a song you couldn’t recognize. Taking the opportunity, you walked up behind him and jabbed him in the lower back with two fingers.

Sylus let out a quiet gasp and straightened his back before looking down at you. “Is that how you say hello to everyone?” He asked with a frown on his face. You didn’t have time to answer when he told you to pick a spice for the dish he was cooking. You smirked at him, but complied. Since that day, you took it upon yourself to poke him whenever you could.

Sylus was relentless when it came to annoying and teasing you. That time when he made you spend the entire day and almost the entire night trying to capture that brooch in exchange for going to the auction? Beyond irritating. You wasted your whole day trying to get the brooch from him!

“Keep this on you,” Sylus said, pinning it to your shirt when you finally managed to take it from him. “It will let you in and out of the N109 Zone as you please.” He had you pinned to his bed, and he was basically on top of you. Poking fair game. Payback, if you will. Someone had to humble that man. He was so arrogant.

You were spending another night at Sylus’s place in the N109 Zone. You and Sylus were playing Twister with Luke and Kieran. Mephisto was the referee. “Caw! Caw!” Mephisto called out.

“Is it really fair to make the bird the referee? None of us can understand him.” You said.

“You’ll have to blame the twins since they both insisted on playing,” Sylus replied. “He said, ‘right foot, yellow circle.” The yellow circle wasn’t that far from you.

This isn’t so bad, You thought.

“Caw, caw!”

“Right hand, blue circle.”

Luke lost his balance and fell on top of his twin. They both cursed.

“Who’s dumb idea was this anyway?!” Luke complained.

“It was your idea.” Kieran muttered, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Caw!” Mephisto said. He spun the spinner and looked at the twins. “CAW!”

“I think he wants you to get off the mat.” You said. The twins grumbled and crawled off, trying not to knock over you or Sylus in the process. As they did, they both bumped heads and cursed again.

“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Sylus asked. The twins stood up and walked off, both muttering about how dumb the game was even though they wanted to play in the first place.

“Caw!” Mephisto replied.

“Oh right,” Sylus shook his head. “I only got in this situation because a certain kitten wanted me to entertain the twins for once.”

“You could have said no.” You pointed out, but when you looked up, you saw he was smirking at you. That smug face! Why is he looking at me like that?! Ugh I just wanna—

You suddenly hear a deep chuckle. “Did you not hear what Mephisto said? Are you getting distracted, sweetie?” You snapped out of your thoughts and realized that Mephisto was repeating “caw!” over and over again, clearly annoyed that you weren’t listening.

“I’m not distracted, I just spaced out for a moment,” You said. “Whats Mephisto saying now?”

“Right foot, red circle.” Sylus replied. It was like that for a while. You were doing good early in the game, but your luck was running out now. Sylus kept smirking at you.

“It’s not a hard game, sweetie,” He taunted. “It just requires some…flexibility.” His face was close to yours, and you could feel his breath brush against your ear. It gave you goosebumps.

“I’m a hunter,” You replied. “I’ve done more physically challenging things before.” He chuckled again.

“Caw caw!”

The game was getting increasingly difficult. You had to stretch more, and sometimes wind up in uncomfortable positions. Like right now. You’re not sure how it happened, but Sylus’s upper body was hovering over yours. A part of you wondered if Mephisto did it on purpose.

“Oh. Look at that. Miss hunter is struggling with her flexibility,” Sylus said. He leaned in close and whispered. “I can help with that, you know.” He kept making suggestive comments over and over again. When you couldn’t take it anymore, and your face was flushed, you started contemplating if you should just poke him to make him fall over.

“Caw caw!”

“Left hand, yellow circle.”

Just as you were about to make your move, you lost balance and fell on your butt. You lost. Mephisto shook his head and flew away. Maybe the bird wasn’t sabotaging you. Sylus had already stood up and held out his hand for you to take, his signature smirk on his face. You felt as if his red eyes were burning into yours and you blushed in response. You took his hand and he helped you up. Sylus folded up the mat and put it in the box with the spinner.

“I thought you were a hunter, who did more challenging activities than this?” Sylus teased as he walked over to the shelf. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. Then your eyes widened. He was distracted. You could get revenge pokes after all!

Sylus’s arms were raised as he organized the shelf in front of him. Quietly, you smirked and walked up behind him. You stifled a giggle before rapidly poking his sides with your pointer fingers. Sylus’s eyes widened and he nearly dropped the box. He gasped loudly, and looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. You noticed his ears were red. You tilted your head. You never got that much of a reaction before. Sylus put the box away and stepped away from the shelf, and leered down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Y/N, I already told you to stop doing that.”

“Why?” You asked, and before you could stop yourself, you followed up with, “Does it tickle?” He raised an eyebrow again. You felt your face heating up. That was such a random question. Why did you ask him that?

“Tickle?” He chuckled. “That’s what you were trying to do? Tickle me?” He stepped closer. You froze. Your heartbeat was rising and you suddenly felt very warm and jittery.

“I—what?” You stuttered. “No. I was just curious. That’s all.”

“Hm.” He nodded and laughed dryly. There was a beat of silence before he got closer and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Are you ticklish, sweetie?” He asked. You blinked. Your heart was pounding. You were screwed.

“I am not.” You shook your head.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Another silence. Suddenly, Sylus picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You let out a suprised gasp.

“Hey, Sylus! What the hell are you doing?!” You asked.

“Don’t worry sweetie. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He continued walking down the hallway. You passed familiar doors and knew where he was taking you: his room.

Oh shit

You squirmed and tried to get out of his grasp, but it was no use. Sylus opened his bedroom door and tossed you onto the bed. Before you could make a run for it, he got on top of you and pinned your wrists down.

“Are..are you mad at me?!” You asked, your voice came out shaky and quieter than you wanted it to be.

“Mad at you?” He shook his head. “No. I’m annoyed but I’m not mad at you, kitten.”

“Then….why are you holding me down like this?”

He used his energy Evol to tie your hands above your head and he sat down on your lap.

“Because,” He whispered into your ear. “I want to show you what happens when you annoy me.” He leaned back.

“What? What do you—“ Your question was cut off by a gasp. Sylus made his hand into a claw shape and gently dug into your ribs, moving his hand up and down.

“Wait, wait, no!” You squirmed and bit your bottom lip. He used both his hands on either side of you. “Ah! Sylus!” You jumped and squirmed more. He tickled faster, which made giggles escape your lips.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish.” Sylus smirked and tickled even faster and harder. You threw your head back and squealed. Sylus wiggled his fingers up and down your ribs and even between them.

“Wahahahait! Is thihihis your plan?!” You giggled.

“It isn’t obvious?” Sylus paused. You stared at him. He wasn’t serious right? There’s no way the leader of Onychinus was actually going to tickle you to pieces in his bedroom. That’s just silly, which is the complete opposite of him. He gently clawed at your ribs again.

“Are you kidding mehehehe?!” You giggled.

“I’m very serious, sweetie. You do seem quite ticklish, after all.” He teased and brought his hands underneath your shirt. Your eyes widened.

“W-wait, don’t-“

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He scolded. Sylus gently walked his fingers up and down your sides.

“Nooo!” You whined.

“I’m not even doing anything yet!” He laughed. He started slowly spidering your sides with his fingernails. It was feather light and he was barely touching, but it tickled. You squealed again.

“Wahahahait! Dohohont!”

“It’s too late.” Sylus started scribbling your sides and poking too.

“Ahhh! Nohohoho!”

“How do you like being on the other side, hm?” He teased and tilted his head. He brought his fingers back up to your ribs and poked faster up and down.

You let out high pitched giggles. “Hehehehehehe!”

“Oh my,” Sylus cooed. “You sound so adorable!”

“Nohohoho I dohoho nohohohot!”

He paused the poking and dug into your ribs.

“Hahahahahaha!” You squirmed and thrashed, but it was no use. You could barely move. Sylus moved his hands to the spot between your upper ribs and underarms.

“Let’s see…if I do this….” He gently tickled with his thumbs.

You squealed even louder and laughed. “Hahahahaha! Thahahahats sohoho bad!”

“It is, isn’t it?” He paused and rested his fingers on your underarms. You were panting and your cheeks were red. You could feel yourself starting to sweat. Sylus used his pointer fingers to slowly circle your underarms. He just used the tip of his fingers and he was barely touching you. You bit your lip and stayed as still as possible.

“Oh, come on,” He teased. “Are you really going to tell me you’re not ticklish here?” His circling fingers were getting closer and closer to the center of your underarms.

“Y-you should just give up!” You said.

“Not a chance. I’m not done with you yet.” He reached the center of your underarms and tickled gently. He started tracing different patterns on your underarms.

“Eeeeek! Nohohohoho!” You thrashed and tugged on your binds.

“That’s what I thought.” Sylus used all of his fingers to poke and wiggle up and down your underarms.

“Ahahahahahaha! Sylus plehehehease!”

“You can hold on a little longer, can’t you, miss hunter?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“Then I guess it’s time for a different spot.”

You watched as he rested his hands on your stomach.

“No, no, no, no-“

“Sweetie. Pleading is pointless.” Sylus lightly scribbled all over your stomach, sending you into another fit of high pitched giggles and squirming.

“Ahhh! That tihihihihickles!”

He started wiggling his fingers, gently digging into the skin. You squealed.

“Hahahahahaha! Not thehehehere!”

“Not here?” He tickled faster.

“Aaaahahahahahaha!”

“What about….here?”

His hands came out from under your shirt and he scribbled on your thighs.

“Nohohohoho!”

Sylus’s tickling finally came to a stop. You took some deep breaths. “You know,” he smirked. “There’s still one more spot I want to try before I let you go.”

“No, please, Sylus don’t—“

He pulled down your shorts a little bit, along with your underwear. Your face turned red.

“Relax,” He held up his hand. “I’m not going to do anything inappropriate.”

“T-then….why did you-“

“I’m going to tickle your hips.”

He scribbled on the sensitive flesh. You thrashed and shrieked. “Hahahahahahahaha! Nohohoho plehehehease! Stohohohop!”

He slowed his fingers down to tease you more. You squealed.

“Plehehease Sylus!”

Sylus used his thumbs to dig into your hip bones. He rubbed them in circles and from side to side. You practically screamed “Hahahahahahahaha!”

He kept tickling your hips for a few seconds before finally stopping. He released your arms from his Evol and got off your lap to stand up and stretch. You were exhausted. You fixed your shorts and underwear and laid there on the bed, your cheeks still flushed.

“I’ll be merciful this time,” Sylus said. “But now that I know your weakness, I’m going to have so much fun using it to my advantage.”

You groaned. Of course he was going to tickle you more often now. You climbed off his bed and headed for the door.

“Leaving so soon?” Sylus asked.

“I’m tired,” you replied. “I’m calling it a night.”

Sylus nodded. “Fair enough. Have good dreams, sweetie.”

“Good night.” You went to the guest room. As soon as you collapsed onto the warm bed, you fell asleep.

[tickly-giggles]

Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)

A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 3,093

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.

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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on. 

“Watch your back, birdie.”

He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably? 

"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me," 

he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.

He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.

With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. 

The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture. 

The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.

Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.

Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera. 

Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.

Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.

Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.

"The hell are you doing?" 

Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.

"I- uh- I- it.."

Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,

"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."

A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."

"Yes you did,"

Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,

"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."

“Ah,”

Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,

“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”

“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”

Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.

“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.

“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”

The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks, 

"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"

The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer. 

When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily, 

“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”

“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”

Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.

“Well?” Dabi breathed,

“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”

The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.

Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.

Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.

“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.

“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”

Dabi chuckled coldly,

“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”

Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

He snapped at the villain,

“Kill me?”

“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”

Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,

“I wonder…”

Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.

And then…

“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”

Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.

“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”

“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”

“What’s it look like, you moron?"

Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.

“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,

“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”

“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,

“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”

Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other. 

He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.

It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.

And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.

“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”

Dabi chuckled after a while,

“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”

“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”

The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. 

“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.

Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,

“I told you I was just getting started,”

He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,

“I really am curious about these~.”

Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.

“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”

“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,

“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”

“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”

Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,

“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”

The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.

Why did he love this feeling so much?

Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.

“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”

After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.

The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter, 

“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”

“Can you not say it?”

Dabi frowned,

“Say what?”

“Tickle.”

The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,

“I don’t like saying it.”

“Why? Does it fluster you~?”

“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,

“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”

Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.

“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.

“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,” 

Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,

“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”

The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,

“These photos. They’re really cute,”

He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,

“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”

“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.

Hawks grinned and sighed fondly. 

Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks. 

He chuckled and shook his head,

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.

The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm. 

The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,

“So, why are you up so late?”

Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.

“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,

“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”

The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,

“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”

“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”

“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,

“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”

“I… dont–”

“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”

Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…

"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"

Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,

"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”

he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.

“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.

Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,

“Do you?”

Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,

“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”

With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.

As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?

…Did he regret his own choices?

Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end. 

His chest felt tight again.

[giggly-squiggily]

Headcanons To Dabbles Masterlist (K-P)

Here's the masterlist for the Headcanons to dabble even K-P!

Full Masterlist

Updated: 7/4/24

Komi Can’t Communicate

Mood (Lee!Katai, Ler!Tadano)

Moriarty The Patriot

Break Time (Lee!Louis, Ler!William)

Reminiscing (Switches!Moriarty Brothers)

Reunion (Lee!William, Lers!Louis, Albert)

Silk (Lee!William)

My Hero Academia

Back Rub (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou)

Brotherly Antics (Lee!Ojiro, Ler!Bakugou)

Can We Try It? (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Mirko)

Catch Me! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)

Cheer Up (Lee!Hawks, Lers!Dark Shadow, Tokoyami)

Feathers (Lees!Bakugou, Midoriya, Ler!Hawks)

Fish Out Of Water (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima)

Fluster (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Deku)

F*cking Adorable (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Bakugou)

Game Over (Lee!Shigaraki, Lers!Dabi, Spinner)

Itadakimasu (Lee!Tokoyami, Ler!Shoji)

I Spy A Tickle Monster! (Lee!Hagakure, Ler!Ojiro)

Laugh For Me (Lee!Shinsou, Ler!Midoriya)

Laugh It Off (Lee!Endeavor, Jeanist, Ler!Hawks)

Manicure! (LeeKanimari, Ler!Mina)

Muscle Groups (Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya)

Palms Up! (Switches!Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya)

Play With Me! (Lees!Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ler!Dark Shadow)

Rave (Lee!Denki, Lers!Bakugou, Kirishima)

Sensitive (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Hawks)

Shoulders (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Todoroki)

Softie (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya)

The Claw! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima)

Tummy Tickles (Lee!Shigaraki, Ler!Miruko)

Wakey, Wakey! (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Sero)Wild Child (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Jeanist)

Pokemon

Braids (Lee!Moon, Ler!Lillie) 

Bait and Switch (Lee!Archie, Ler!Sharpedos)

Broken Rod (Lee!Archie, Lers!Matt, Shelly)

Father’s Day (Parent!Hardenshipping x Child!Reader) 

Feathery Flurry! (Trainer Reader, Talonflame)

Game Over (Lees!Reader, Giacomo, Ler!Ortega)

Gem (Trainer Reader, Sableye)

Gengar (Lee!Morty, Ler!Gengar)

Glitch (Lee!Maxie, Lers!Courtney, Tabitha)

Ghost Army Tickle Attack! (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Allister)

Kibble (Lee!Roark, Ler!Pokemon)

Lack Of Direction (Lee!Gold, Ler!Aipom)

Land Vs. Water (Switch!Maxie, Archie)

Mermaiding (Hardenshipping)

Nearly-Forgotten (Barry x Reader) 

Nibbles (Trainer Reader, Hydreigon)

Picnic Antics (Arven, Juliana, Massostiff, Koriadon) 

Piano (Lee!Gladion, Ler!Lillie) 

Tease (Arven x Reader)

Use “Tickle”? (Xurkitree, Lee!Trainer!Reader)

Thunderstorms (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Wooloo Goof! (Lee!Hop, Leon, Ler!Wooloo)

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

I’m back again 😭

Have you ever thought of doing a lee!(member) and ler!(reader)? I think it would be quite cute if the lee! Could be Minho, han, seungmin, or Hyunjin x

Twister:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Jisung 

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Reader [GN]

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵��𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: AHHDJE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ONE, been hyperfixating on it all day 🫣

9th member AU - reader is the ninth member!

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa @mxchxdxmxn

”Cmon, Minho hyung!” Jisung shrieked, watching as the older stuck his hand into another spot on the mat, and the position he was put in reminded you of his incredible flexibility.

The members were playing Twister, a game with teams, at least. 

Since there’s an odd number of members, you had opted to be the spinner member instead, giggling in between every call. 

Currently, the teams that were playing were Hyunjin and Seungmin, and Lee Know and Jisung. 

No one had fallen yet, and you were still scrambling to find a suitable punishment for anyone who did. 

“Yah! Help us!” Hyunjin screeched at you, and you shrugged, calling out to Jisung to put his right hand on a yellow dot. 

The kids’ positions were so laughable that Chan was practically on the floor, and Changbin had a wide grin on his face. 

Hannie was in a position similar to a push-up, and he screamed out for you to go quickly as his arms shook. 

You walked over to him, completely aware of the incredibly vulnerable position he was stuck in. 

You called out to Hyunjin from behind the quokka, and the boy moved to adjust to the new position. 

A loud squeal suddenly sounded through the room, seven heads twisting to the source of the noise. 

“HAHAH! STOP THAT, THAT’S CHEHEHEATING!” Hannie screeched as your fingers ran up his sides underneath his shirt. 

“I know, and you’re cute.” You teased, watching the boy sway on the spot as he tried to hold his position and protect his vulnerable spots at the same time. 

“Nooo, Jisung! Hold on!” Minho yelled from his position, and Hyunjin and Seungmin grinned at you, happy that you decided to help them. 

Jisung cackled loudly and twisted, his arms shook wildly, and his gummy grin was on full display. 

“THIHIS IS SO UNFAHAHAIR! TICKLE HYUNJIN! I BET he cahahant hahandle it.” Jisung breathed out, laughter going deeper as he gasped out. 

“Oooh, I hate that!” Jeongin gritted his teeth and shivered, watching your hands tickling all over Sung’s torso from the inside of his shirt. 

“Lino! Right foot on red, please.” You continued nonchalantly, fingers never stopping. 

Soon enough, Hannie’s arms gave out, and he collapsed to the floor and fought with your hands under his shirt. 

You wrestled with the boy from your half-standing position for a few seconds, before an unexpected ally came to your aid. 

Changbin ran over and yanked the quokka’s arms up, handing them to you before running back to his place behind Chan. 

Ignoring the pleas for mercy and begging, you dragged the boy off the mat and to your corner, immediately laying him against your chest with his hands held together above both of your heads. 

This stretched Jisung out way more than he could possibly want, and when your legs wrapped around his thighs to hold him in a seated position tightly, he knew he was screwed. 

Your left hand held his upper arms down to your shoulder, and his head could easily rest on your right shoulder. 

This didn’t mean he didn’t put up a fight, though. 

You had to practically wrestle his arms until you were able to weaken him with multiple pokes to his exposed armpit, each time letting out a fresh shriek of laughter.

You could hear Minho struggling while the other two team members teased him about the downfall of his teammate. 

You right hand ducked below his right arm, and stuck right up his shirt into his bare armpit. 

You made sure it glide gently just to drive the  boy slowly insane. 

“NOOOAHAHA! HYUNG HAHAHALP!” Jisung let out loud peals of laughter as he called for anyone to help him. 

His pleas, however, were unanswered. 

“You lost. This is your punishment. So take it, Sungie~” You cooed into his right ear, watching his face turn a bright red. 

“i cahahant tahahake ihit! ihihits too muhuch!” He whined through his giggles, trying his hardest to free his body from your grip. 

You decided to aim for a different spot, choosing between his hip and his ribs, and considering his ribs were easier to reach, you decided to go with that option. 

You balled up your fist and dug into the sensitive area, knuckling gentle circles with your fist. 

“AGHAHAHA! HEHEHELP SOHOHOMEONE HEHEHELP PLEASE! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Jisung squealed out, and the rest of the members paused the game to coo at the squirming boy, who looked like he was going insane, back arching and legs kicking out sweetly. 

Soon enough, he gave in to the tickles completely, cackling his heart out and laying his head against your shoulder, tears falling down his face and wetting the collar of your shirt. 

You decided to let up, letting go of his arms, and watching as he slumped completely into your hold, wrapping your arms around his waist and promptly falling asleep. 

“Hannie, you awake?” You asked, watching the boy blink sleep from his eyes. 

“Mmm hi, did we win?” Jisung asked in his sleepy voice, causing you to make a cute cooing noise. 

“No, Hannie, Min fell, and let’s say that he got just as much of a punishment as you.” You followed, rolling your eyes when the quokka grinned sleepily. 

“Well,” You started, slapping your own thighs as you stood up, “You can go back to sleep.” 

Jisung immediately reached out and caught the end of the your shirt. 

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[rachi-roo]

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

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My Hero Academia: Sulk no More.

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

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

Tw: None

Lee!Tomura, Ler!Kurogiri

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

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

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

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

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

"You deaf? I said go away."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want for dinner? Hmm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

PROMPT!! the brothers are playing a game of twister and chaos ensues.... ler!Peter2 ler!Peter3 with lee!Peter1 I imagine that Peter1 is the most flexible out of the three.. maybe due to his age advantage?? but I think the older brothers are tired of losing to their lil bro so they decide to do something about it <3

Twister Tickles

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

"Right foot on yellow."

Peter 2 tried to slide into place without falling over, but the odd angle put a strain on his back that had him tumbling to the ground.

The youngest cheered. "Yes! I win again!"

"No way!" Peter 3 crossed his arms. "How do you keep on winning?"

One shrugged his shoulders. "More flexible Ihi guehess?"

The oldest Peter sat up. "Nihice job Uno."

"Thanks Two." One gave him a hug. "You were a great opponent."

Peter 2 affectionately rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the encouragement. But now your up against Peter 3 again."

The youngest turned to the middle brother. "Reheady?"

"You bet." Three handed the spinner to Two. "You're going down for sure this time!"

Peter 1 smirked. "Yohou're on!"

While the youngest hurried to get set up again, Three winked at the oldest. Peter 2 nodded as he shifted to the side of the mat.

Once the younger two were in position, Peter 2 spun the arrow. "Okay Uno, right hand on red."

Peter 1 grinned. "Okay!"

As One moved into position, Peter 2 secretly spun the arrow to the spot he needed. "Three, right hand on blue."

The middle Peter slid into position. "Okay."

This time, Peter 2 spun the arrow, but secretly nudged it to the color he wanted. "One, left hand on yellow."

The interactions went back and forth with Peter 1 completely oblivious to his demise. It wasn't until his older brother was practically on top of him that his suspicions began to rise. Quite literally, One was under one of Three's arms.

Peter 2 smirked as he called out the next command. "Three, left hand in armpit."

"What?"

"On it!" The middle Peter reached up and wiggled his fingers into one of One's armpit.

The youngest squealed and almost lost his balance. "Nahat fahair!"

"Rihight hand on side Three."

"NO!"

The middle Peter delivered a squeeze to One's side. "Gootchie gohoo."

"Ack!" Peter 1's elbows buckled a little under the attack. "Peheter!"

"Leheft hahand on tummy Threhee!"

"Dohon't yohou dahare!"

The tallest Peter chuckled as his hand slid under to tickle his younger brother's tummy. "Gootchie goo."

One instctively curled inwards. His arms eventually buckled as he collapsed to the mat.

"Yes!" Three cheered. "I win!"

The youngest pushed his older brother's hand away. "No fair! Yohou cheated!"

"Not my fault there were nehever any rules given about tickling yohour opponent," Peter 3 teased.

One growled and shoved his older brother again.

"Aww." Peter 3 pinned One's hands to his chest. "C'mere you!"

As Three leaned forward to pepper kisses into his baby brother's face, One quickly turned his face and rolled away. "Stop!"

Three immediately let him go. "What's wrong Bug?"

Peter 2 even moved closer to see what was up.

"It's not fair." One turned to glare at the older two. "You two always do this!"

"Do what?"

"You two use tickling to your advantage." One pushed himself up. "You two get upset I'm winning, you tickle me so I loose, and then you treat me like a kid whose 'too cute' not to know any better!"

Peter 2's face fell. "Y-you really feel that way?"

Peter 1 stood. "What do you think?"

As the youngest stomped away, both of the older two felt their hearts crack. The added slam of the door made the cracks even worse.

"D-do we do that?" Three tentatively asked.

"I---I guess . . . I never . . ."

Peter 3 looked between his brother and the closed bedroom door. "Should we . . ."

Peter 2 nodded and stood. "Come on. Let's go make things right."

Both older brothers moved toward the youngest's bedroom. Once there, Peter 2 knocked on the door. "Pete?"

No response.

"One, can we talk? Please?" Three tried.

Another silence. Then the door was opened from the inside.

Two and Three stepped into the room to find a stray string of web hanging from the handle while One sat on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. Peter 2 pulled the desk chair closer to the bed before he sat down on it. "Uno, can we talk?"

"About what?" One snapped.

Peter 3 sat on the corner of the bed. "First, we wanted to apologize."

"For what?"

"About what you said earlier. We never realized how much advantage we take with tickling."

Two leaned closer. "You're our little brother. To us, you're always going to be little and we're going to want to treat you that way."

A small huff came from the youngest.

"But, that doesn't excuse us from taking advantage of that. Tickling is supposed to be something we all enjoy . . . not something we use to get what we want from someone else."

Peter 3 looked up. "What is it you say Two? Your tickle spots, your rules?"

Two nodded. "That should include when they get tickled and how they get tickled too."

The youngest Peter glanced up at the older two.

"We really are sorry Pete." Two reached out. "Can you forgive us?"

Peter 1 looked at his older brother's hand before looking back up. "So no more taking advantage of tickles?"

Peter 2 nodded again. "We'll use tickles the way they should be used. Fun for everyone."

". . . Promise?"

"Of course Pete."

Three nodded. "Both of us."

With a little hesitation, the youngest reached forward to squeeze the oldest's hand. "Okay."

Three reached over to add his hand to the group to. This small movement put a smile on One's face.

"Is it okay to get a hug?" Two asked.

The youngest scrambled forward to wrap the oldest in a hug.

"Thank you Pete."

Three tapped his shoulder. "Do you want to go back to Twister? Or should we do something different?"

"C-could we do a puzzle instead?"

Two looked between the two of them. "What about the new Star Wars puzzle we picked up yesterday?"

The youngest beamed. "Yes please!"

The older two shared a smile before turning back to the youngest.

"Come on." Two stood. "To the kitchen!"

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

You know which Dr. Suess character Hordak reminds me of even more then the Grinch

The Once-Ler

Think about, lone clone completely decimates the environment in pursuit of a foolish industrial goal.

I remember in Light Spinner the Fright Zone had trees, and I have to imagine that wherever Hordak set up Junk City was once not as bad before he turned it into a industrial environmental wasteland.

And just like the Once-Ler it was all for not.

Aw.... that is sad. I do think the Horde (Galactic) really only understands how to exploit resources, not to appreciate nature as it is, nor to cultivate it. There are countless planets for Horde Prime to conquer and to take the resources of. They are like a Horde of Locusts. It is just the way that Prime is. Poor Hordak wouldn't have understood anything else. Fright Zone aesthetics reminds me a lot of Fallout aesthetics - if you've played those games. (And the mythos of those games are that a lot of stuff was getting "industrial wasteland" even BEFORE the massive thermonuclear war, a huge resource-war being a part of the series history). One does wonder... Once-ler, more Hordak or more Prime?

[why-the-onceler-tho-blog]

Concept

The Onceler but his empire is built off of fidget spinners.

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 26- tools

Continuation of stocks :3

Ship: Demus (lee!deceit X ler!remus)

Deceit laughter rang after the normal brush head was attached, to the spinner and spinning away at his feet,and Remus getting the next one ready.

The feather one.

"dee this one's almost done then these very soft, very tickly feathers are next, then the hairbrush one. And then the fun one. And oil will be in between feather and brush" remus chuckles, very happy he tied those toes back, seeing the struggle in the stocks, but no matter what the struggle was. Deceit wasnt moving a inch to free himself.

Remus stops the brush to replace the end and give dee a brake, who lays on his back, knowing this was a small brake. He listened to the clicks of heads replacement, seeing the colorful feathers get close to his feet made deceit sqweak and brace himself, and Remus laughs evilly, turning the brush on, letting it spin, and finally make contact onto deceit feet.

Deceit screamed in laughter, struggling and laughing his head off, especially when the feather hit his scales on his right foot, and Remus knew he couldn't take to long, otherwise see wouldn't make it to the big surprise. So after 5 minutes of teases and tickles, remus stoped again, this time adding the oil brush, that he gently rubbed agenst deceit feet, causing a sqweak and a peak, fear in his eyes, just a bit. "It's gonna be 3 minutes of the next brush, and only one minute on the last one, and then you can be let go, deal?" Remus said, trying to calm dee down, and deceit nods, and Remus changes the brush head to the bristles of a hair brush one and turned on the spin action and grins again evily "3 minutes dee" remus said before setting the brush agenst deceits feet, each bristle hitting every spot just right.

Deceits shreak made remus laugh, as deceit laughter was high pitched, and bordering silent laughter, and Remus chuckles and keeps going, but true to his word after 3 minutes, he stopped and added that surprise brush "last one double dee" remus grins and sets it on deceit foot, the whole thing was very soft, but that soft feel was hell when he pressed the button to spin it, not only did it spin, but it vibrates very much all over his feet.

Deceit laughter was silent, he was struggling and with each gasp of breath, a snort followed, and after a minute, deceit felt the stocks and ties let him go, deceit curled up and just giggles. And Remus just smiles, picks dee up, brings him to his room and cuddles deceit that night.

[gaybananabread]

Hello, beautiful soul!! For the fruit shop, could we have lee!Hawks and ler!LoV? With banana, orange, and watermelon? Maybe some of those tickle bites/kisses land on those extra sensitive wings...lord knows how he'd handle a raspberry. He's canonically vibration sensitive.

Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Watermelon

Aww hi Anon! I’ve never written for the LoV besides Dabi, so new experience! I do have the character limit capped at four for these fics, so I just picked the league members that I thought would be most fun. Love writing for KFC, definitely one of my MHA favorites to get got (). This is gonna be pre-PLF because it’s just easier for me that way. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lers: Dabi, Twice, Toga

Summary: Hawks is sassing his fellow LoV members, collectively pissing everyone off. While some more violent methods are suggested, the most interested trio finds a way to get back at the birdie without injuring their “asset.” 

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

The League of Villains were gathered in their “meeting room,” though only two members were really paying attention to Shigaraki’s spiel. Kurogiri was…probably listening? It was hard to tell with him. Mr. Compress seemed to be engaged, nodding along and occasionally humming. Then again, he almost always indulged Shigi’s rants; it was just the kind of man he was.

Dabi was practically laying on the table, his head resting on his folded arms; he couldn’t care less about the precautions. If heroes ever found them, he’d burn them all to a nice crisp. Twice and Toga were trading a piece of paper back-and-forth, writing little notes and doodles to pass the time. Spinner idly twirled one of his blades, sharing most of his teammates’ boredom.

Right as Shigaraki got to the extra repetitive part of his speech, a smug yet smooth voice spoke up. “Don’cha think you should talk about something new, Shigaraki? This is getting kinda old.” 

Six pairs of eyes shot over to Hawks, though most were more excited than shocked; it was something other than the same “we’re the ultimate fighters” speech. Shigaraki, however, seemed less than amused. “Really, hero? And what would you say, since you’re so amazing at speeches?” The word “hero” was said very bitterly; his way of reminding Hawks that he was still on thinner ice.

“Well, ya really haven’t gone over the next moves for the League. We’ve tossed ideas around, but do we have a clear idea? Seems kinda important ta me.” The Decay user frowned, though he couldn’t say Hawks was wrong. He had been laying the hero slander on a little thick, but he was getting angry. Besides, he had a clear idea of what was to come next. He just wasn’t ready to share that big a plan with the bird yet.

“That…isn’t ready for sharing. I do have plans, you just… don’t get to know them.” That wasn’t a lie, either. He wasn’t telling them more than the bare minimum until the day grew closer. Upon hearing this, a few league members huffed and chuckled under their breaths. Even though they knew their leader did have plans, it was funny to see someone make him squirm. 

Hawks normally wouldn’t act like that; his main goal was to blend in and find out the League’s big plans without getting caught. That day, however, he was bored of the same unhelpful information, his casual attitude and snark slipping out without him realizing it.

That week, it had slipped out a lot. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin, to the point of them discussing various torture methods and violent solutions. A few were particularly pissy, having a group discussion about what the hell to do with their newest member.

“I’m gonna kill that ungrateful newbie.” Shigaraki growled in a scratchy, annoyed tone. “Who does he think he is, hijacking my fine meeting?!” Toga giggled, though didn’t make any comments.

Dabi spoke next, huffing. “Told you lunatics he was trouble. But no, none‘a you listened to me. Reap what you sow, assholes.” He really didn’t care about minding his language; everyone was a bit pissed, giving him an excuse. Twice decided to put his two cents in, quite literally.

“C’mon, it’s probably just an off week for him or something. Let’s main him; I’m sure nobody would mind!” Toga giggled again, catching the attention of the hothead. Dabi glared at her, crossing his arms as his snarl somehow deepened. “What’s got you all giggly, psycho? Maiming get you going or somethin’?”

The blonde just shook her head, a shit-eating yet lax smile on her face. “You boys are going about this all wrong~! If he’s making jokes, you gotta make him laugh for it to stop! Izuku-kun does it all the time~” She sounded oddly reminiscent at the end… Still, Dabi just scoffed.

“Make him laugh? And you’re still stalking that hero kid? Seriously?” She disregarded that second part, nodding and smiling widely. “Yeah! He’s looking for a giggle or snicker when he sasses you guys; why not return the favor~?” The answer was cryptic, as things usually were with Toga, but it got a certain man interested. 

“Return the favor? How do we do that, jokes? That’s idiotic, let’s just do it my way!” His first statement sounded intrigued, so Toga went with it and explained. “Well, that’s one way, but Izuku’s friends make it a lot more fun!”

Dabi interjected, sick of the short back-and-forth. “Fuckin’ hell, just say it, you nutjob! Sick of this!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. “So grumpy, Dabi! Well, I say…we tickle him!”

Every man in the room paused, looking at her with varying degrees of “what now?” for her statement. 

“Tickle him? What is this, fuckin’ preschool?”

“Toga, we’re respectable villains, not children.”

“Oh…I mean, uhm, why. What the hell?!”

“C’mon boys, you’re no fun! It would teach him a lesson, and he’d probably stop interrupting your meetings~” Toga said the last bit in a sing-songy voice, making Shigaraki huff. She had won. “Whatever, I don’t care. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m putting chicken wings on the menu.” Their leader left, done with that entire conversation; Toga had his permission, though.

“Are you really not gonna take the opportunity to get back at Hawks? Even after he called you crispy?” The flame user’s nostrils flared; she knew how to play her cards. “FINE! Fine, ya shit, I’ll help! You’re lucky I need revenge…  Twice, c’mon.”

The multi-opinionated villain jumped up, seeming mostly curious and a bit excited to carry out their plan. Well, if you could call the vague outline of “tickle Hawks until he stops being an ass” a plan. Still, they were ready.

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Hawks was sitting at the bar counter, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He was bored, and the news was rather unhelpful in keeping him up-to-date. He was in a sort of daze, so much so that he didn’t notice the three villains sneaking up behind him. 

Twice took one more step, though that seemed to be a wrong move; the floorboard squeaked, alerting Hawks of their presence. He whipped his head around, seeing the three of them “sneaking” towards him. Oh hell no…

He immediately tried to fly away before realizing that he couldn’t; he had depleted his wings in a fight a few days prior. He was stuck with running. The hero took off, zipping into the back room of the bar. 

The villain trio followed, though Dabi wasn’t putting his full effort into it. Twice ducked through one of the roundabout doors, running through the back halls. Right as Hawks flung another door open to try and escape, he was greeted by two wide cloth eyes. Not good!

Twice tackled him, calling out to Dabi for the taller man to restrict the winged hero. Dabi grabbed Hawks, keeping his hands pinned behind his back as he practically marched the other man back into the main bar. The flame user forced Hawks to sit, using Toga’s red scarf thing to bind his hands together. “Let me go! When I get loose, you guys are-”

Toga pretty much cut him off, too eager to wait any longer. She bent her fingers into claws, running them down both sides of him. He squeaked, biting his lip to restrain the giggles bubbling in his throat. He failed pretty quickly.

The blood enthusiast cooed, speeding up her tickling fingers. “Heya birdie~! You’ve been trying to get us to laugh aaall week! Figured we could give you your turn!” Hawks thrashed a bit, realizing two things: one, dabi was behind him and very close to his wings, and two, he was completely stuck. Shit. “G-gehet off mehehehe!”

Dabi spun the stool a bit, exposing more of Hawks’ front and giving the two other villains more access. His own fingers wormed their ways between his wing bases and his back, tickling furiously; man was wasting no time. The duality of Toga’s gentler teasing and Dabi’s ruthless scribbles drew deep, panicky belly laughter from him. “H-HEHEHEY! DAHABI, NAHAT- GYAAHAHA!”

“Ooooh, bad spot~ Get ‘im, Dabi!” Toga cooed close to Hawks’ ear, her fingers teasing along his ribcage and sides. Now that the man was more exposed, Twice joined in, his hands as split as his personality. The left was lightly clawing at his stomach while the other was digging into the back of his knee. The most wonderful noise Toga had ever heard left his lips; a snorty squeal.

“Awwwww, Hawks~! That’s soooo cute! Twice, make him do it again!” The man continued to torment Hawks’ knee, pulling more loud laughter and a few snorts from him. “TWIHIHI- *snrk* FUHUHAHACK OHOFF!” “Wow, you’re ticklish! He’s like a human squeak toy!” Toga giggled, absolutely delighted; it was like a deranged kid in a candy store.

While those boisterous reactions were great and all, Dabi was out for revenge, not playtime. Looking over the bird man’s wings, he noticed just how much they were twitching from the scribbling on the bases. The most they would move, though, was when Dabi got closer, his breath slightly ruffling a few feathers. Oh…oh that’s perfect.

Leaning in closer, Dabi whispered in the hero’s ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “Get ready to sing for me, birdie~” Hawks squeaked at the buzz on his ear, his eyes widening when he realized just where Dabi was. Toga and Twice were still going to town, giving him no reprieve. It wasn’t as bad as when Dabi was on his wings, but that would soon change. “Dahahabi noho! Ihi- I’ll kihihill youhuhuhu!”

Completely ignoring the other man’s pleas, Dabi lowered his mouth to the depleted wings, gently nibbling on the very top of the frame. 

Hawks practically shrieked, his back arching as he tried to get away. Toga grabbed his waist, both wanting to continue and help out her fellow tickler. “DAHAHAHAHA! *snrk* NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

Dabi just chuckled against his wings, sneaking small kisses in with the nibbles. The other man’s reactions, while adorable, were fulfilling his need for revenge quite nicely. It was also hilarious to see a pro hero absolutely destroyed by something so simple. “What’s wrong, bird brain? Does it tickle?”

At that point, what Twice and Toga were doing was nothing; his wings were horrid, especially with bites and the like. If he could, he’d send his feathers after Dabi to get him off. His wings were left with only smaller feathers, however, and he couldn’t focus enough to control them if he tried.

As much as the man hated to do it, he was really close to his breaking point. Throwing in the white flag, Hawks tried to call the mercy plea, though he had no idea which one to use. “S-STAHAHAP! REHED, UHUNCLE, C’MOHOHON!”

Dabi snickered, taking a quick break from the nibbles and kisses to tease Hawks’ ear once again. “You gotta promise to behave, songbird~ No more sass.” Then, without giving the winged hero a chance to speak, he blew a raspberry right on the base of one of Hawks’ wings. 

That man lost his shit.

“NYAAAAHAHA! *srk* DAHAHA-” The man’s laughter went silent as Dabi blew another raspberry, the killer vibrations spreading all throughout his wings and flooding his senses. The vibration sensitivity in his wings was amazing for flight combat, but it was like an Achillies heel in that moment. Tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his thrashing almost tripling.

Toga, of all people, felt a bit bad for Hawks. She liked the bird a bit and had already gotten her fill of his laughter. Plus, the silent stuff was no fun. “Awe, Dabi, give him a break. We don’t wanna kill him; he won’t be able to laugh anymore!”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head away; it was almost cute how quickly the man slumped back onto his chest. He was exhausted. 

Panting and trying to regain his composure, Hawks giggled off the residual tickles. Both of his wings were buzzing with ticklish energy, his face red and his mind reeling. “Hoho- hohohoholy shihit…” Looking around, he noticed the expectant looks he was getting. He’d rather not risk that happening again so soon. “Ihi prohohomise to…to stohop sassing youhu guhuhuhuys. Hahappy?”

A small sound came from behind him; something strangely close to an amused snort as Dabi chuckled. “Ecstatic. You’re a mess, bird brain.” Toga leaped forwards, getting very into Hawks’ personal space and smiling. “Oh my, that was adorable! You look so cute when you beg~!” Twice chuckled behind her, both sides of him amused with what happened.

The moment Dabi untied his hands, Hawks stormed off, shutting and locking the door to his temporary room in the bar. Having achieved their goal, the three villains split ways, each going to do their respective business. Dabi went to stalk the city’s nighttime scene, Twice decided to play video games, and Toga updated her tabs on poor Midoriya. While they all did their own thing, all three of them were thinking about what had just happened. 

Even Hawks, who would have preferred to forget it ever happened, laid on his bed with the event running through his mind. He’d definitely be watching his mouth from then on…

[lee-lucius]

Masterlist

All of Us Villains

Day 7 - Flustered: Lee Alistair, ler Isobel

Black Clover

Family Fun: Lee Noelle, ler Luck

Day 4 - Witch: Switches Vanessa and Luck

Day 6 - Creep: Lee Magna, ler Luck

Day 9 - Payback for a Scare: Switches Luck and Magna

Advent Calendar 1 - Cold (Drabble): Lee Luck, Ler Magna

Advent Calendar 3 - Angel: Lee Gordon, lers Grey and Gauche

Bleach

Day 8 - Truth: Lee Yumichika, ler Ikkaku

Blue Lock

Tickle Me: Lee Bachira, ler Isagi

Time to Get Up!: Lee Nagi, ler Reo

Loving Distractions: Lee Bachira, ler Isagi

Day 10 - Ghost: Lee Bachira, ler Rin

Demon Slayer 

Stress Reliever (Drabble): Lee Muichiro, ler Tanjiro 

Day 3 - Cuddles: Lee Tanjiro, ler Genya

Day 13 - Sneak Attack: Lee Muichiro, ler Mitsuri

Day 14 - Soft: Lee Muichiro, ler Tanjiro

Dr. Stone

Advent Calendar 2 - Christmas Break (Drabble): Lee Senku, ler Gen

Hunter x Hunter

Day 1 - Secret: Lees Gon and Killua, lers Leorio and Gon

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Day 12 - Bites/Nibbles: Lee Bucciarati, ler Abbacchio

Jujutsu Kaisen

Day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish” Lee Junpei, ler Yuji

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Day 11 - Squeal: Lee Mash, ler Dot

My Hero Academia

Day 2 - Accidental: Lee Shigaraki, ler Spinner

One Piece

Fatherly Love: Lee Sanji, ler Zeff

Our Flag Means Death

A New Kind of Affection: Lee Stede, lers Izzy and Ed

The Promised Neverland

Missed You (Drabble): Lee Norman, ler Emma

[thebest-medicine]

I want a twister spinner but instead of colors and left/right hand/foot it’s tickle spots and tools

make the lee spin it to find out which spot they’re gonna get tickled and how:

“fingers.... tummy!”

“feathers.... under your arms!”

“uh oh.... electric toothbrush.... feet!”

or tie the lee up first and then have the ler spin it to decide how they’re going to torture the lee ☺️☺️☺️

[helloawakeningworld]

är i skogen med dig och andra vi försöker hålla en ballong flytande det är allt som är jag har kläder på mig sen inte jag ser dig sen inte jag röker sen inte jag dansar sen inte det är inte flyktigt bara tillfälligt alla små stunder som kallas livet dom finns men samtidigt inte hittar mig själv på golvet med händerna mot en brunn vid en tågstation jag kastar tråd till alla gudinnor, Khlotho,  Lachesis och Atropos dom ler mot mig genom tiden tråden glittrar i grönt och guld jag ser det nu du är bredvid mig du har ditt tunnelbannor tåg och stationer allt är en del av mitt liv vi är i västtyskland sen östtyskland det känns för att jag får det att kännas jag skrattar från ansiktet jag är ett barn igen du är verkligen den mest fantastiska killen jag någonsin träffat du smälter in i tågsätet alla färger dansar med mig och jag blir dåsig av intryck mina lungor och mitt rotchakra det känns att dom pulserar och andas jag har svårt att hantera det nu när jag andas med hela världen när jag inte kan ignorera det jobbiga försöker justera min kropp men allt som finns är för mig att justeras efter universum eller vad det än är det som driver på och får mig att komma till liv det är jobbigt och jag orkar inte göra helhjärtade försök riktigt än men Klothlo vet hon spinner min tråd, Lachesis sjunger i mina öron och Atropos låter mig få tid tråden glittrar papperstunn mellan mina fingrar

[giggly-squiggily]

Candy Heart Valentine Event Masterlist (M-Z)

Here is the second half of my Candy Heart Event Prompts from 2k22/2k23!

Updated: 3/6/23

Full Masterlist

Moriarty The Patriot

“I didn’t know you were ticklish?” (Lee!Albert, Lers!William, Louis) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William) “What’s so funny?” (Lee!Watson, Ler!Sherlock) “What happens if I do this?” (Lee!William, Ler!Sherlock) “When’s the last time you smiled?” + “What happens if I do this?” (Lee!Fred, Ler!Moran) “Why are you trying to hide?” + “When’s the last time you smiled?” (Lee!Louis, Lers!William, Albert)

My Hero Academia

"Hey, do you like raspberries?" (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi) “I could do this all day” (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki) “I’m gonna get you!” + “Hey, do you like raspberries?” + “Come over here and make me!” (Switches!Hawks, Dabi) "I just want a hug!" (Lee!Bakugou, ler!Todoroki) "I just want a hug!" (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya) “I just want a hug!” + “Your laugh is adorable” (Lee!Kaminari, Ler!Kirishima)"Is this a bad spot?" (Lee!Midoriya, lers!Shinsou, Todoroki) “Is this a bad spot?” (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Twice) “Not there? What about here?” (Lee!Kaminari, Ler!Jirou) “Not there? What about here?” (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Twice) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Shigaraki, Ler!Spinner) “Oh that is IT! Come here!” (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Tokoyami, Dark Shadow) “Oh that is IT! Come here!” (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya) “What are you doing?-Try to guess!” (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya) "What happens if I do this?" (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Denki) "What happens if I do this? (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Shinsou) “When’s the last time you smiled?” (Lee!Shinsou, Ler!Aizawa) "Why are you trying to hide?" (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima) “Why are you trying to hide? (Aoyama x Platonic!Reader)

Pokemon

“Come over here and make me!” + “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Cilan x Reader) “Come over here and make me!” (Lee!Blue(M), Ler!Red) "Do you want me to tickle you?" (Volo x Reader) “Don’t stop? If you say so!” (Lee!Steven, Ler!Wallace) "Hey, do you like raspberries?" (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie) “Hey, do you like raspberries?” (Lee!Grusha, Ler!Rika) “Is this a bad spot? (Switches!Grusha, Rika) "I just want a hug!" (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie) “I just want a hug!” (Dr. Clavell x Platonic!Reader) “I’m gonna get you!” (Cilan x Reader) “I’m gonna get you!” (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie) “I thought you said you could beat me!” (Lee!Ash, Ler!Leon) “No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!” (Lee!Silver, Ler!Kris) "Oh? Is someone ticklish?" (Raihan x Platonic!Reader) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Julianna/Violet, Ler!Rika) “When’s the last time you smiled?” (Hau x Reader x Gladion) “Where are those giggles I love so much?” (Lee!Archie, Ler!Maxie) “You like being tickled, don’t you?” (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Sk8 The Infinity

“Come over here and make me!” (Lee!Cherry, Ler!Joe) “Hey could you…you know?” (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki) “Hey, do you like raspberries?” (Lee!Miya, Ler!Reki) “I didn’t know you were ticklish here!” (Lee!Reki, Ler!Langa) “No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!” (Lee!Joe, Ler!Cherry) “When’s the last time you smiled?” + “Hey, could you…you know?” (Lee!Miya, Ler!Joe) “You're so ticklish, aren’t you?” (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki) “You know, I missed this.” (Lee!Cherry, Ler!Joe)

Spy x Family

“Is this a bad spot?” (Lee!Loid, Ler!Yor) “No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!” (Lee!Damien, Ler!Anya) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Loid, Ler!Yor) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” + “Hey, do you like raspberries?” (Forger Family x Platonic!Reader) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” + “Why are you trying to hide?” + “Hey, do you like raspberries?” (Loid x Platonic!Reader) “Your laugh is adorable.” (Lee!Loid, Lers!Anya, Yor)

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

“I’m gonna get you! (Lee!Yashiro, Ler!Hanako) “You’re so ticklish, aren’t you?” (Lee!Kou, Ler!Mitsuba)

Tokyo Revenges

“No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!” + “What happens if I do this?” (Lee!Takemichi, Ler!Draken”) “Hey could you…you know? (Lee!Mikey, Ler!Draken) “Oh? Is someone ticklish?” (Lee!Baji, Ler!Draken) "Oh that is IT! Come here!" (Lee!Mikey, Lers!Draken, Takemichi) "What's so funny?" + "Oh? Is someone ticklish?" (Lee!Takemichi, Ler!Mikey) “What’s so funny?” (Lee!Mikey, Ler!Draken) "When's the last time you smiled?" (Lee!Takemichi, ler!Mikey) "Why are you trying to hide?" (Lee!Mitsuya, Ler!Baji) "Why are you trying to hide?" (Lee!Chifuyu, Ler!Baji) “Why would you say that about yourself?” (Mitsuya x Reader) "Your laugh is adorable." (Lees!Angry, Baji, Lers!Smiley, Mikey) "Your laugh is adorable" (Lee!Mitsuya, Ler!Draken)

Various Fandoms

Candy Heart Treat Box (Various Reader Insert Dabbles)