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[sallage]

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Hi! I'm Sallage. I write tickle fics about whatever I'm obsessing over atm. I post SFW/NSFW. All works will tend to be edgy and have strong language. Characters are always 18+. Minors DNI Hyperfixation: MHA - Lee Bakugo ~Updated: 3/18/2024~

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My Hero Academia

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The Unexpected Fight Series

One Shots

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The Wheel AU - NSFW

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[wreckingtickles]

Haii :) Can you do a Drabble with the bullet points about Bakugou? Maybe Kiri and Kami find out he’s ticklish and although they’re scared (or maybe not Maybe they’re getting revenge for something Baku did) and they attack and destroy him? I ok w/ non con/ Intense tickles// :D

This nestles very nicely into a bullet-point drabble I'd already planned to write (since a story would take way too much effort) based on an ask @sallage sent me some time ago, where Bakugo's classmates get revenge on him.

It will be super short so don't expect anything much, but I'll probably post it in the next few days :-)

[wigglywormy]

3, 6, 8, 18, and 20? 💖

thank you for sending an ask!!! <3

3. What are some of your favorite tickling related stories, art, videos, or other posts on tumblr?

oh man i have so many lol. for art i love everything by @isoots, @ticklishfanart (LOVE their stuff omg) @tenetikles, @ppystkposts (i'm not familiar with the fandoms they draw for but i loveeee their art) @dokidoki-muffin @tickly-oni (this is my fav tickle art everrrr)

there's soooo many more good tickle artists here though i can't possibly tag them all!

as for stories, a few of my absolute favs are:

anything by @wreckingtickles @ticklishfiend has some great fics, i reread them a lot! i love childhood secret and the milkman(n$fw) by @sallage @otomiyaa has SO many good fics (small start is a fav and braceface is ultimate fav) shaved by @ticklishgemini is soooo good and of course @kusuguricafe I love all of your bnha fics!!!!! also: here's my tickling bookmarks on ao3 also which has a ton of good fics that aren't here on tumblr!

once again, there are sooooo many good tickle fics i've read i couldn't possibly link them all hahahha

6. What fictional character(s) would you love to see have a canonical tickle scene?

of course bakugou DUH i would die to see that, and deku too lol. pls put them in the tickle machine or give me a group tickle fight in bnha i'm begging pls lol. also i'd love to see a canon tickle scene with denji from chainsaw man.... he's so cute i love himmmm.

8. What is your favorite example of tickling in media?

omg i don't know..... i honestly don't watch a lot of things other than anime BUT i recently discovered the anime mahou shoujo ni akogarete and there is a FANTASTIC tickling scene. please watch it omg

18. Where would you say you are the most ticklish?

ahhhh probably my underarms, under my toes, my thighs, annnnd my back is super ticklish to light touches (like, almost too ticklish lol)

20. What is something you would like to try related to tickling?

i realllllly want to do a session focused solely on my feet, toes tied back, immobile, with every single tickle tool and technique used lol that's something i've wanted to try for a while, but maybe one dayyyyyy

send me tickle asks!

[sallage]

This is so random and you don't have to answer but do you have a significant other? If you do, did you tell him about your love for the t-word? How did it go? BTW looovvveeee your writing!

Haha thank you && Its no problem. I love that my first ask is such a deep question. This might be long and a little explicit so I'll answer under the cut.

Yes, I have a significant other && Yes, he knows.

We've been together for five years (almost six) and we were together for almost four before I finally worked up the courage to tell him.

I'm super closeted and still am to this day. The only person that knows about it IRL is him.

I decided that if I was going to tell him, it would have to be when he went away for college so that I could be spared the embarrassment of having to face him so soon.

So after lots of running around and beating around the bush until it was practically dust, I finally spit it out.

&& He was more than fine with it.

It might have been the spazzy way I was trying to tell him that made him think it was something more extreme, therefore softening the blow when I finally told him it was tickling, but it ended with him completely accepting it and asking how we could incorporate it into our sex life.

I was over the fucking moooooon

He even did his own research and came to me with new ideas and questions, even looking up tickle porn. (I will admit, there's still much he doesn't know. I haven't told him everything. There are some things I keep just to myself. Like my blogs, my writing, and specific things that get me going.)

It's really hard for me to express what I like and how I like it when it comes to tickling, so I'm grateful that he takes an interest in it and comes to me with new things.

We even have sessions

I even convinced him a few times to let me be the Ler. (Let me know if anyone wants me to write about the sessions. They'll be fresh in my mind until I die lol)

&& Oooo let me tell you- the sex?

Thanks for the ask! I hope I answered your question!

[sallage]

How long until Milkman comes out? No rush just excited.

Honestly, I'm not sure. haha I'm pretty busy this week & I'm traveling this weekend but i'd like to get it out by the end of it. If not, im hoping to get it out next week. Sorry for the wait!

[sallage]

So I love the UF series and I would love to read the next part but if you wanna focus on something else I would rather you enjoy what you're writing. Take the break if you need it.

Update on TUFS & The Milkman

Thanks for the kind words! I'll use this to update!

I will admit, The Wheel has me hyped and I've been focusing completly on writing The Milkman so I havent touched the next part of TUFS yet. I have been getting these encouraging messages, (Thanks again everyone! 🩵) So I won't drop the series completely. I'll just put a small pin in it. 😌

For an update on The Milkman since we're here; we are 6k+ words strong and I am... not done yet. Not even close. 😆 I am having a blast writing this though and I should be done soon! 🤭

[sallage]

For new lees, any chance you'd dabble in lee!Hawks? No worries if not!

I'll be honest, I've never paid much attention to his character but depending on who the Ler is, I wouldnt mind trying!

[sallage]

ello! you haven't posted in some time now, no pressure but I hope you're doing fine irl :)

Hello! 👋🏾

I’m sorry! For the past few weeks I’ve been taking a class Monday - Friday (8 hours long 😮‍💨) to get a license for work. Then on the weekends, I work my other job. It’s been pretty demanding lately but I should have more time to write after this week is over and I get my license on Friday. ☺️

I’m still here and I still have plans for the blog! 😆

For an update on Red, the third part to The Unexpected Fight series, I’m halfway done with it. Expect it to be out this weekend, most likely on Sunday! If anything changes, I’ll post an update. 😇

[sallage]

I had a question! Your profile says 20+, and I wasn’t sure if that’s referring to your age or the ages you want to interact with you? If I’m eighteen, am I able to interact with your content or am I still too young? /Lh

Hi! The 20+ on my profile does refer to my own age range. (I should probably clarify that 😂)

If you’re 18+, you can still interact with my content! The only stipulation is that I won’t respond to DM’s. I prefer to chat and befriend people who are also in their 20’s.

Thanks for the question, Lh! ☺️

[sallage]

Im just curious, Your masterlist and your description mentions that your NSFW but youve only posted SFW. Do you plan on posting NSFW or did you just not wsnt underage users following you? no disrespect just curious thanks

I’m not sure I would call my recent works entirely SFW due to the language I use, but I do have some NSFW works planned. As of right now, I just haven’t posted/worked on them yet. - I also have fics planned that are a bit edgy; not totally SFW and not completely NSFW- I’d rather not post them in a child friendly/ welcoming environment even if it is clearly marked, so I prefer to set that boundary. Thanks for the question!

[sallage]

Hiii I just got done reading about you and your SO. It's so awesome that you were able to tell them! Do you mind writing about one of the tickle fights you've had? In story format if you dont mind? You can totally ignore this btwww. Thanks(:

This is an awesome ask! I would love to!

This story really happened and takes place a few months after I told him. For this and for future reference, I’ll call him Jackson. Side note, I was excited to write this, so I just finished and it's 5:30am right now. There's probably going to be mistakes but I really wanted to get it out. Hope it's enjoyed!

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Apologize

Pairing: Lee Me, Ler Jackson

Words: 1,714

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“Fuck! Jackson, I knocked one and Marshmallow is one hit!”

“Where is he?”

“He’s inside the- Fuck man! He fucking finished me! Just leave. It’s a whole squad now; people are third partying.”

“I have a shot.”

“No, Don’t! They- Oh my fucking God! Now they know where you are!”

“Fuck! It’s a whole squad!”

“I just said that!”

“Chill out, it’s fine. I can-”

“Don’t just stand there! You gotta- BRUH!”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, thats what happens when you shoot at people and just stand there like a bot- you get sniped.”

“I had 200 health.”

“200 health doesn’t matter if they snipe you for a head shot!”

“You died first.”

“Trying to save you waddoyou mean?!”

“Should’ve been better.”

“Jackson, I knocked one and got Marshmallow down to one hit. You died bent over with your ass in the air, begging for it.”

“Thats crazy.”

“I don’t give a shit, I told you to leave.”

“I can hear you from the living room, stop yelling.”

“What, you don’t want everyone to know you’re a bot?”

“Yo, chill on me.”

“Whatever, man. My back hurts.”

“What? Why?”

“From carrying you!”

“…You’re pissing me off.”

“I played four games with you and you fucked up every one. Get good, kid.”

“Say one more thing.”

“You’re dog waterrrrrr.”

The moment the mic muffled, I knew he was coming into the room to argue with me face to face. I rolled my eyes in frustration, knowing that we had just lost another game of Fortnite because of him. He had caused us to lose every single game we played, whether it was because he had wandered off on his own and gotten jumped, or missed all of his shots. He always got downed and left me to face duos on my own. I was fed up.

The door opened and he walked inside, closing it behind him.

Jackson’s a big dude. Dedicated to the gym and healthy eating habits, his lifestyle awarded him with a beautifully sculpted physique, one that I often admired, being the exact opposite of him. I’ve hardly set foot in the gym and I love my burgers with a side of fries. I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism, otherwise I know I would have weighed well over 300 pounds due to my horrible eating habits. Instead, I’m slimmer and a little top heavy, one of the things I know Jackson loves about me.

He didn’t look in love with me right now though. He crossed his big arms over his chest and glared down at me, visibly peeved off due to my comments. Being as stubborn as I am, I doubled down.

“What?” I asked, irritably.

“It’s not that serious.”

“You suck at the game.”

“You died first.”

“I was-”

“You died first.”

“Do you really think I’m the one that’s been lacking? Really?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Use your critical thinking skills and get back to me on that.” 

His eyes narrowed at me. “You got one more.”

I frowned. “One more till… what?” I asked, my dismissive voice dripping with sarcasm.

He shrugged again, leaving it vague.

I rolled my eyes and waved him off. “I’m texting the group chat. I would like to win at least one tonight.”

He rolled his eyes and waited for the message. When I put my phone down, he frowned. “Did you send it?”

“Mmhhm.” 

“I didn’t get anything.”

“You wouldn’t. We have a separate group chat for people who know how to play the game.”

There was a moment of silence and during, I closed my eyes, starting to feel bad. I often talk a lot of shit when I play video games and I have to remind myself that it’s truly not that serious and that maybe, I shouldn’t be talking to my boyfriend like that. I huffed and turned back to him to apologize, but I was met with eyes that were filled with mischievous energy.

“What-”

Before I could finish my question, I was being lifted out of my chair and held to his chest as he princess carried me towards the bed. Once arrived, He flipped me onto it, then the air was pushed out of my lungs when he threw himself on top of me.

“Jackson!” I yelled, pushing on his shoulders. “Fuck! You’re heavy as hell! Get off! What the hell are you- GAAAH! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAK NONONOSTAAAAAAHAHAHAP!”

Jackson Immediately took to squeezing the top of my ribs, rotating his thumbs in the most agonizing circles I’ve ever felt. At this point, he knew exactly how to tickle me if he wanted to turn me on, and tragically, he also knew how to tickle me if he wanted to punish me. He was going for punishment today, and I immediately regretted being mean to him. 

Due to the way I was positioned, my hands arms were up over his shoulders as he lay on top of me and due to his mass, I couldn’t reach around and dislodge his hands from my body. So instead, I pathetically writhed underneath him, unable to even kick my legs as he tangled his with mine.

“I warned you.” He commented simply.

Having been completely caught off guard and pissed off just a few moments ago, I was unable to hold back my reactions like I usually tried to do. I thrashed around as much as I could, which really wasn’t much.

“FUCK! JAHAHAHACKSOHON WAHAHAIT! GHHEEEAAHAHAA! STAHAHAP! NOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!”

His thumbs crept inward, towards a spot on my ribs below my breasts, a spot that he recently discovered, if played with the right way, absolutely wrecked me. Sensing him gearing up to attack it, I panicked.

I started pinching his back, hard. His chest rumbled as he chucked at my pathetic attempt to fight back. My laughter grew more desperate as he approached, just to fake me out and shoot his hands down to the crease below my hips where it bends into the tops of my thighs. He pressed his thumbs inward to rub at the tendons that make up my inner thighs on both sides, knowing how devastating that spot was for me.

I pounded my fists on his back, trying my best to to close my legs and buck him off, failing miserably. It’s only been a minute, but it felt like I was fighting for my life for hours. 

“Apologize.” He demanded.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHRY!” I quickly concede, but he chuckles. 

“Too easy. Tell me I’m better then you in Fortnite.”

“WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK? NOHOHOHOHO!” I yell in frustration, having less than a second to be irritated all over again before his devious fingers find another sweet spot along the waistline of my shorts. I threw my head back and continued fighting, even though I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. He started pinching my sides, and my laughter died down for a few seconds before he remembered that light tickles do the job. Then, I was thrown into hysterical giggles as his blunt nails sneak underneath my shirt to scribble lightly at my twitching sides.

“Ohohoh my Gahahahd Jackson!” I giggled, arching my back and shifting from side to side as he teased me, intentionally going easy to give me the chance to breathe.

“You were being annoying and rude. You get too into that game.”

“Yeah, okahay! Juhhust stahp. You’re- AH! Dohohone!” 

“I’m still sensing attitude, and you haven’t admitted I’m better than you yet.”

“Because you’re noHOHOT! JACKSON, NOOO!” 

His fingers suddenly made their way up to my ribs again, where a firm yet lighter touch was required. He rotated his thumbs again into the bottom of my ribs, working his way up, knowing how much the anticipation killed me. My giggles, grew more frantic as he teased, his pinches growing firmer with each rib he climbed.

“JaCKsON!” I heaved when he rapidly pinched up and down in rapid succession. “JEHehehesus CHRIst!”

“Admit it.” 

“It’s a liIHIHIHIE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He finally got to work, but instead of hitting that sweet spot on my ribs, he shoved his fingers into my armpits. My back arched and I slammed my elbows as far down as they could go, which didn’t matter since he was already in there. He pushed himself up slightly, an adjustment that forced my arms up and away from my body. Then, he used four fingers to rotate and undulate them right in the center of my underarms.

I kicked my legs out and scrunched my eyes closed, rapidly approaching my limit. I could usually handle being tickled for a long time, never really having met my true limit, but he was heavy and I  was finding it hard to keep the same breath in my lungs for longer then a second. So when his fingers finally dipped into that spot on my ribs, I cracked within 5 seconds.

“YEAAHAHAHAAHAHA! SHIIIIIHIHIHIT! OHOHOHKAY! OKAYOKAY YOU’RE BEHEHETER! YOU’RE BETTAAHAHAHA!”

“I’m what?”

“JAHAHAHCKSON! I CAHAHAN’T BREATHE!”

“Then you better say it.”

I fruitlessly thrash for a second before giving up completely. In one long breath, I muster enough strength to get it out.

“YOU’REBETTERTHENMEATFORTNIHIHIHITE! PLEHEHEHEEEEHEHEHSE! I’M SAHAHAHAHRRY!”

Within that instant he was off of me. I continued to lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard in exhaustion. He laid next to me and placed his hand on my stomach, lovingly rubbing it in non ticklish circles. The touch caused me to flinch and he snickered, wrapping his arms around me and dragging me in for cuddles. 

“Thah- That was fucked up.” I chided, but slowly cuddled up to him anyway.

“You liked it.” He said, chuckling when I lightly tapped his chest with the back of my hand.

“Shut up.” I mumbled, having never been so flustered in my life.

Knowing that I should issue a sober aplogy, I swallowed. “I really am sorry though. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I'll be better.”

Jackson kissed my forehead and lightly massaged my back, exactly how I liked it. I let out a content sigh.

His arm wrapped around me, and I felt a sense of calm and security as I lay my head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat against my neck. I closed my eyes, my exhaustion allowing me to drift off into a deep and restful sleep.

[sallage]

Is there going to be a follow up on Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun?

The story currently doesn’t have a sequel, but I can write a few if it’s wanted! ☺️

[sallage]

Hiiii I love your fics and cant wait for part 2!

Are you a Lee or a Ler? Do you have a fav spot you like to be tickled in/tickle others in or love writing about? Thanks a bunch! :)

Ahhh thank you! Haha it’s nice to know that people are enjoying what I’ve been putting out so far!

Ohmygosh I'm loving all of the asks! haha okay, let me break this down 😂👇🏾

Lee or Ler?

I’m primarily a Lee, but I have my switch moments! 😋 I mentioned in a previous ask that I had convinced my boyfriend to try the Lee role && let me tell you, I definitely discovered some things about myself, as did he 😂 My favorite part of it all was him discovering how tklish he actually was, which was something he truly wasn’t expecting.

He thought he was safe 😈

Favorite Spot to Tickle?

When it came to tkling him, my favorite spots were the ones that he couldn’t stand. (For visualization, he's a muscular dude. He loves the gym and takes really good care of himself.) So the muscle right below his underarms and a little towards his back, his sides and lower belly were incredibly sensitive to light spider tickles. I have medium length nails so that drove him crazy. I’m not a huge fan of feet, but his are sensitive so I made an exception 😂 The inner sides of his hips and his thighs. All of those spots made him ask for it to stop. I only see myself being a Ler for him, so I would say those spots are my favorite to tickle. ☺️

Favorite Spot to Write About?

When I write stories, I love writing about thigh tickling. Specifically the sensitive tendons on the upper inner thigh that connects to the crotch. I think that spot and generally the pelvic area is sooooo underrated. You'll see it pop up in more of my works. One more spot I love writing about is the ribs because thats a sensitive spot on me personally. 😋

Favorite Spot to be Tickled In?

Hmmm... I find myself stuck on this one. The first thought that came to my head was my ribs and thighs, because I really enjoy it. But honestly, I like getting tickled everywhere except my feet, which is hilarious because they're my absolute worst spot.

Seriously, nothing even comes close.

The longest I've lasted would have to be just a minute or two and thats only because my safe word was ignored. (Which at the time was horrible but when I think back to it, It was pretty hot LOL) My feet are always off limits but honestly, he doesn't care.

I hope I answered all of your questions! ☺️

[sallage]

A follow up on ur secret Santa mha tickle fanfic would be nice if u don’t mind? 😊

Haha alright, Part 2 has officially been started! 😄

[sallage]

Pssst... You there? >.<

Hi! Yes, I'm sorry! Hahaha went inactive there for a moment. I started a new job and it's taking up a lot of my time. I have hardly been on the app since. I'll be back soon and I'll have part two out even sooner. I have been working on it here and there, I promise. 😂

[wreckingtickles]

The Tree (NSFW)

A "sequel" to @sallage's ask. We could also call it "The Plagiarism" because the inspiration for this one is transparent lol

Words: 2,043

Bakugo watched the wheel spin with powerless horror. It had only been a few days, but he'd already memorized the words on every single slice, as well as their order, and they were cryptic enough to let his mind run wild. The Hug? The Egg? The Machine? He doubted they'd be better than the sessions he'd already endured, but he had to hope they wouldn't be worse.

The wheel began to slow down, so the tags became readable again. It inched past The Kennel... past The Box... and stopped on The Tree.

Bakugo immediately glanced at Deku, but his deranged face had the usual ecstatic expression when the wheel spun.

"The Tree it is," he announced. He mirthfully strode towards Bakugo, who lunged at him, fully knowing it was useless. With superhuman speed, Deku dodged, unhooked Bakugo's chain, and dragged him out of the room. Bakugo dug his heels, fought with everything he had, but he already knew there was nothing he could do against the villain's superhuman strength.

"Even after All Might gave me his Quirk," monologued Deku, casually dodging a kick from behind, "I kept believing you. That I was worthless, and unworthy of UA. Remember when you said that even a hamster could have a good enough Quirk to become headmaster, which made me worse than a rodent? You made me eat the class hamster's sawdust after that. I know you don't remember and are not sorry, I'm a psychopathic freak after all, isn't that what you said? Anyway, that incident made me curious about non-human Quirks. Animals can have them, sure, but I wondered, what about trees? So I got myself one."

Deku swiped a badge in front of a metal door, which lifted to reveal an underground greenhouse. Amidst a plethora of illegal plants, what stood out the most was a large tree stump, roughly 8 feet tall and 10 feet wide. But the unnerving thing was that the tree stared back: two thin fissures opened on its trunk, resembling a pair of eyes regarding Bakugo with cynical amusement. A third crack below the other two arched slightly upwards in a mockery of an eerie smile.

Distracted by the creepy sight, Bakugo didn't notice Deku attaching his chains to a hook until a machine started buzzing and the chain began to be pulled upwards, and, despite his struggling, Bakugo with it. He kicked and thrashed, but he couldn't stop himself from being hoisted off the ground, some 15 feet up. Deku just watched him dance, sensitive bare soles swinging wildly, his chiseled, ticklish upperbody stretched out and made vulnerable by mother gravity.

As he rose through the air, Bakugo got a view of the evil stump from above, and noticed that it was filled to the brim with red goo. Was it... was it acid? Had Deku finally decided to do away with him? His fighting and muffled cries doubled as the winch positioned him so he was dangling directly above the tree.

"Take it easy champ, it won't hurt you... not in the conventional way," assured Deku. "But I'm feeling merciful today. If you apologize for shattering my self-confidence and denying me UA, I will leave you alone for today."

Bakugo yelled into his gag.

"No? Oh, what a glutton for punishment you are. If you change your mind, just say so!" trilled Deku before pulling a lever. With a clanging sound, Bakugo began to descend towards the stump.

Deku slapped his forehead. "I almost forgot!" He walked over to a camera mounted on a tripod and turned it on. "Wouldn't want to disappointed the viewers at home!"

Bakugo's curses were muffled by his gag, but the general meaning transcended language. He contracted his abdominal muscles and began to swing back and forth while rapidly descending towards the goo, swinging a little farther each time, until he hooked his big toe to the very edge of the trunk, struggling to regain his balance, but ultimately succeeding. With a triumphant bellow, he turned toward Deku. He was smiling.

Suddenly, Bakugo felt a grip on his ankle, which pulled him towards the goo. He lost his precarious balance and his foot broke the surface of the goo. And the goo shifted to welcome him, extending tendrils that wound around his ankles and tried to pull him down into itself, but the chain held fast, the winch having stopped its descent. No matter how hard Bakugo pulled, he couldn't break the goo's grip.

Wrapped up in the effort to escape, he didn't see them at first, but he certainly felt them: an onslaught of ticklish sensations originating from his soles and crawling up his nervous system, burrowing into his brain.

He froze for an instant as he fought the overwhelming urge to laugh. The goo had extended a myriad of tiny hands which scratched, gently but furiously, at the entirety of Bakugo's feet, heel, arch, ball, under and between his toes, the sides, the tops, up to the ankle...

The sensation was horribly intense right off the bat, targeting one of Bakugo's worst spots without Delu's usual build-up, aiming to break him as quickly as possible. His crinkled eyes shot a hateful glare at Deku, who was enjoying the view with an eager smirk.

"Had I been in your shoes, I would have said anything to spare myself another round of torment, but I guess you're too headstrong or too stupid for that. Enjoy!" taunted Deku as he pulled the lever again, restarting Bakugo's slow descent.

The tendrils crawled under his sweatpants and up his calves, a bearable form of tickling compared to the inferno that was ravaging his feet, but Bakugo knew he couldn't hold it much longer. He'd normally be screaming insults at this point, but the muzzle only allowed him to fill the chamber with wrathful moos.

But if he was still able to fight the surge of hysteria bubbling up inside him when the tiny hands reached the top of his calves and his knees, he had no choice but to let out one last desperate howl before breaking into a staccato of muffled hysterics as the hands climbed up his thighs, the gentle, quick, omnipresent touches wreaking pure havoc on his inner thighs in particular.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!!! MMMHMH!! MHMH MHMHHHHHHH!! MHHHH MHHHHHHH!!!"

The stump must have been able to hear, because it seemed as though that's what it had been waiting for: it produced larger hands that ripped the pants off Bakugo's madly struggling form, leaving him completely naked.

The noise behind Bakugo's muzzle grew even more shrill, not because his private parts were particularly ticklish - at least that he'd been spared - but because they didn't quite feel private enough when taken by storm by an army of arms, with a few cellulose brushes and feather-like appendages thrown in for good measure - oh yes, apparently the gooey fucker could create those too.

As soon as it realized that Bakugo's sunflower wasn't ticklish, the tree enveloped it in a layer of good that proceeded to massage and suck, giving the defeated hero war flashbacks from the Milkman.

"To think that you could put an end to this if you only apologized..." tutted Deku. "Or maybe you have come to like it. Could have fooled me."

Bakugo knew Deku's game, he knew that if he tried to apologize (not like he'd ever stoop so low), Deku would pretend not to understand him and keep doing exactly what he was doing. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

So he kept sinking as the tree kept ravaging all accessible areas, latching onto his hips, sides, and abs, cruelly testing out the methods that would ensure the highest percentage of hysteria; meanwhile, the goo around his shaft kept working its magic, and Bakugo's body began to respond accordingly - a matter of hydraulics, really.

"Right, you're a grower. Come on, you can at least hold out until you're fully inside, can't you? 'Cause you know you'll be even more fucked afterward. It's just friendly advice, really."

Bakugo could no longer see Deku through the mist of ticklish tears, and if he could, he didn't know whether to try to hold his gaze or to look away to keep him from seeing the torment reflected on his face.

"MMMMMHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMHH MHMHHHHH MHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

It was too much. The tree had latched onto his ticklish feet from the get-go, but the copious attention to his thighs was new and unwelcome. Between the hands, the arboreal brushes, and vegetal feathers, there must have been 20 appendages tormenting his inner thighs alone, from the spot where the decent man's boxers ended to the very intimate juncture of leg and crotch, to say nothing of the myriad more cupping, titillating his balls, his firm glutes, going so far as to feather his crack, the rising mound of his ass, the groin creases, none of which helped him resist the suction's charm, and up, up, crowding his abs, crawling up his sides...

And then they reached them.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MMMMMHHH MMMHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Deku had schooled Bakugo in just how ticklish his body was and where in the most hands-on way possible, so Bakugo knew to fear it: the moment the goo would get a hold of his ribcage.

The despair in his shriek when the hands began scratching at and pressing into his lower ribs was complemented by the tears that streamed freely as he shook his head, a ferocious rejection of an inescapable reality.

That muffled scream was Bakugo's admission of defeat, though he hadn't realized it yet. Time was measured in ounces of hysteria as he kept sinking ever so slowly, more and more of his ribcage accessible to the degenerate stump, unbearable, unbearable!!

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHH!!!! MMMMHHHHOOOOOO!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

And yet he kept sinking, allowing the goo to reach his chest, work his nipples, and finally invade his armpits, feather his neck…

Bakugo was too overwhelmed with full-body tickling to notice how close he’d gotten, and suddenly his whole body lit up with pleasure, each slight touch contributing to his agony momentarily blossoming into choking bliss as the tree drained him…

And then it was gone, leaving in its wake a mantle of hypersensitivity that broke what little willpower and cognition were left in Bakugo.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMMMMMMHHHHHWWWHIIIIII!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMWWWWOHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHHIHIHI!!!”

He fought so hard against his muzzle for the privilege of apologizing, turning compliant as his nervous system was overloaded, forgetting it was all a ploy, that there was no chance his torment would end for many, many more hours.

Deku smirked. He reached for the control panel and pressed a button. The winch released Bakugo’s chains, causing him to sink fully into the goo.

“I know you can’t understand me, but regretfully, I have to go, got a full day of scheming ahead of myself. I’ll be back in… oh, who can tell? I’m such a busy man! But don’t worry, I’ll find the time to watch the stream. Hope you enjoyed your climax, ‘cause you’re going to get a loooot more.”

Deku had to yell to be heard over Bakugo’s demented hysteria, but he knew that his former bully was in no condition to make sense of his words. He should have been annoyed, maybe he should punish him for it? But how delightful to know he was so unberable ticklish, and to put that knowledge to the test.

Deku reluctantly made his way toward the exit, but stopped before the automatic door closed behind him. “I forgot to mention that touching that goo makes you more sensitive… like, much more sensitive. But I’m sure you’re beginning to figure it out for yourself.”

But Bakugo was too far gone to notice that, yes, his thighs felt just as ticklish as his ribs, to say nothing of what was going on ever further down, and he would be horrified if he could ponder that meant that his ribs would also get more sensitive, and not just that, that his entire body would grow so maddeningly responsive that a single finger running down his back could reduce him to ticklish tears, but it wouldn’t be one finger, no, thousands, everywhere, for hours upon hours, past the brink of madness, and still barely the beginning of his expiation.