#ticklish!Reptile

[switch-writer]

If you’re up for it, could we get some Syzoth lee/ler hcs? Thank you :]]

Syzoth/Reptile Tickle Headcanons

A/N: I COULDNT FIND ANY OTHER GIF. So that’ll do. Ironically, the name Syzoth didn’t originally click in my brain, but I like Reptile! He was always very overlooked because of how the past Mortal Kombats portrayed him. So it’s nice to see some love for him! But as always, I’ll note I haven’t played the newest game so I made sure to read up on him a little since his appearance was a major change in the newest game (and his actual story I believe) so hopefully this is decent because I slightly struggled with it x) Hope you enjoy!

• First off, his early life certainly didn’t teach him much about whatever ‘tickling’ was.

• Truth be told, he simply thought it was a word used to be a metaphor for ‘itchy’ and such. He didn’t realize it was anything but that… until he found his family.

• He did quickly catch on that there’s more to it than just a itch, nor did he realize a simple touch could make someone practically jump and laugh as loud as they could at times. So he was always a little confused and intrigued, but usually didn’t often tickle people.

• He was trying to find those who loved him and treated him normally, if tickling was normal, then he certainly would see it as normal and not ask questions.

• But… He certainly would open up to his lover at some point and admit he genuinely had no clue what it was and simply smiled and nodded when it was mentioned.

• Once he actually knew what it was, he was usually always curious about it, so he’d occasionally poke those around them he trusted and ask if it’d tickle.

• He’d try and probably cheer some of his newer friends up by tickling, but would shy away/move on if the first poke didn’t land very well.

• But we know Syzoth is a lover, so if he was super comfortable with someone, he’d certainly try his best.

• Likely would always ask permission before tickling.

• He’d also go invisible sometimes and poke around at their torso.

• He’s also always a very gentle tickler. Never rough with anyone. He’s a kind soul and very gentle with touch.

• “So people are always this ticklish! Ah, and to think this is a very normal occurrence. Very silly… I like it.”

• He’s very gentle with his tickles, his teases, and everything along those lines.

• Syzoth, due to this kindness towards those accepting of him would likely let people tickle him.

• “Well… I suppose it’s only fair.”

• Would likely make people try and find him. He’d go invisible just to make whoever wants to tickle him find him.

• He’d be more of a giggler than someone who laughs super loudly. Like a child’s giggle.

• But. At one particular spot, he’d gasp dramatically and laugh his heart out. A light, average volume laugh. It’s as loud as he gets.

• Curls up. Always. He physically can’t help it and knows he can’t, so he’d just glance up at you after doing so and shrug as in ‘oh well.’

• Finds little traces on his tattoos slightly ticklish but soothing over all. He’ll usually always end up with a smile.

• Syzoth’s weak/worst spot is around his ribs, although— a honorable mention is his neck.

• He will occasionally stick his tongue out like he’s dead after someone stops tickling him, a habit partly to tease, and partly due to his true race.

• He finds it more soothing after the original panic, although he’d be relaxed, he’d probably be stuck with a smile for the next few minutes.

• Syzoth would have a minor complaint of his cheeks hurting from smiling so much, but it makes him over all feel that sense of normalcy he always wants from the world, and that alone can make a cold blooded reptile feel fuzzy and warm.

Hopefully that’s enjoyable! Thank you!

[prototypelq]

Woke up with the knowledge today that Nero is ticklish.

[ghostlyforxst]

PT.1||PT.2 (COMING SOON)

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies

CHARACTERS: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, and Obanai Iguro.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Your shoulders sagged, rising and falling with each heavy breath, scowling at the conceited demon.

"Already tired out," the bastard taunted, "I've barely done anything?"

You grunted, your hand pressuring against the gash on your abdomen, stumbling on your feet as you hoisted yourself back up. You looked away from your feet, choking on your breath as you came face to face with the ravening beast.

You quickly positioned yourself in your fighting stance, swinging your nichirin blade sluggishly.

"Such a pathetic excuse of a demon slayer, so weak." The demon laughed, striking you to the ground.

He looked down upon you and chuckled, "now to end your suffering."

You flinched away, your eyes squinching close as you prepared for the worst, but nothing came. You cautiously opened your eyes and peered up. There the demon stood, stunned and mouth agape, before his head fell to the ground.

You cried out in relief and just before your vision went black, you caught a glimpse of the intimidating figure of the stone hashira.

Gyomei lingered by your bedside, worried, praying for your recovery. When he had finally gotten to you, you were so pitiful,,,tiny compared to him. Gyomei felt an urgent need to protect you, even though you were a stranger to him. He doesn't need his sight to tell you were a delightful person, your presence felt comforting. It made him cry knowing that you were hurt, but from now on he promises himself no harm will ever come to you. Once you've woken, he'll be ready to learn more about you.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

You closed the doors behind you, after being informed by Ubuyashiki that you were assigned a mission with wind hashira. You sighed, grumbling, and stepped from the door. Seriously, you did not want to get together with him—not wanting to handle his aggressive and ill-mannered behavior.

You'd barely rounded the corner before you collided into a chest, you glanced up and stiffened. "Speaking of the devil…"

He frowned at you, "I've been looking for you, let's get to going."

You nodded and trailed behind him, quietly.

The mission was far from what you thought it to be, Sanemi was far from what you thought he would be; it was quick, Sanemi riding the demons before you could make a slash on the monstrous being, and he didn't act like a demon himself. He made small talk, asking about you and being attentive. Though those questions and actions held nightmarish intentions, to be knowledgeable about you and you two be more inseparable. He is hoping it'll advance into something more and if it doesn't, you being missing isn't a problem.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

The grass flutters against your exposed skin, tall and verdant, with the breeze—enjoying the calmness after a difficulty with a demon. You hummed ambling further into the meadow until you toppled over, yelping and frantic to catch yourself. You glanced down and gasped, there a boy laid as he observed you frantically spew apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you-"

Muichiro watched aloofly before he raised a finger and flicked your forehead, "it's fine."

Muichiro wasn't sure what lured him to feel a way with you, you consumed his thoughts and his actions—he couldn't forget you.

OBANAI IGURO

You peered down at the albino serpent, his scales stroking your ticklish skin as he coiled around your leg. You had an idea who the snake belonged to, a man you really didn't conversate with nor interacted with, Iguro Obanai. You smiled, cautiously lowering your hand towards the reptile, and let him curl around your arm. "Hello, where's your owner?"

"Behind you."

Though neither of you engaged with each other, Obanai watched you from afar. Admiring you as you spoke to others, friendly and ambitious to help, jealous that he wasn't the one you were speaking to you—snapping at people who gave you dirty looks or treated you unfairly. Obanai was your guardian from the shadows, but now he was prepared to come out.

[stupidlovergirl]

Levi! The Babygirl Otaku Shut-in!

A small collection of blurbs/headcannons of what it's like to date Levi!

not edited

Leviathan, who streams for money. He’s introverted and a little shy, but when he is live streaming feels different. He is pretty popular too, and people think his expressiveness is pretty funny. He plays all different kinds, but everyone can tell he has a soft spot for indie games and dating simulators. After you guys start dating, he accidentally slips up and mentions you while playing one. It was a simple “Oh! Me and my s/o did something like this the other day lololol.” Chat went absolutely FERAL. Shut-in otaku Levi!?!? WITH A LOVER?!?!?! They were demanding for a reveal. He discussed if you were comfortable or not. If you said yes he would be absolutely ECSTATIC, he would be ok with a no tho, he gets it can be pretty stressful. If you  would just like to be on call, no face that's cool! He gets so happy if you say you are fine with a full reveal, face and all!! Brags about you so much, his chat clowns him so hard. They stop calling him by his name and just call him your boyfriend. Ever since then you sometimes play games with him, your choice! The chat loves you two!!! They call you two couple goals when you start making fun of each other. 

Levi really likes to visit the beach when he gets out of the house. Hope you can drive, he cannot. If you can’t, better start preparing those puppy dog eyes to convince Mammon to take you two to the beach. He really likes collecting seashells for Henry’s tank on the seashore with you. I think Levi would be really good at surfing!! He heard about it from the human world, and really wanted to give it a shot. He kills it!! He also likes having picnics there too. Cute foods or leftovers are all fine with him, he just thinks it's fun. He’s a sap.

He makes mixtapes for you. He knows people make playlists now, but he thinks having a physical one is a little more meaningful. He draws cute hearts and a picture of the two of you on the CD. Are there a lot of anime songs on there? Yes. Your point? Miku didn’t make these to go to WASTE!!!! Also includes songs that remind him of you, and songs you mentioned that made you think of him.

Levi is a little bit more weird on how he shows affection. He never really had a long term relationship (maybe not even short term ones…). He doesn’t always get it. Show him you love him though your ways and he’ll show you how he loves. Making couples cosplay to even outfits you said you wanted but they didn’t have the correct sizes or lengths. He likes when you wear these, as they leave marks of him on you. He also likes giving you items he owns to wear. Bracelets, pins, shirts, whatever you want you can have!! Levi gets a little possessive, especially since he doesn’t attend class in person a lot. He also might bring back fossils. He just thinks they're neat. Also, stuffed animals are a must. He gets them for you on instinct. They're cute like you, and are good for nests! (I like to think demons nest. That is what Levi's bathtub bed doubles as since hardly anyone comes into his room)

Continuing his strange affection streak: physical affection. He bites softly on your cheeks or arms, cuddles almost look like he’s killing you because he wraps around you like a snake, just funny little things that make you laugh sometimes. He also like to cuddle because he is naturally a little colder, because he is a reptile based demon. Will surprise you with his cold hands and laugh at your misery. Kiss him in public and he shuts up. I bet he is so ticklish from lack of touch hnrgh. Tickle him till he cries!!! His laugh becomes so ugly and he snorts and starts crying and it looks so CUTE!!!! He is just a touch starved cutie please give him all the lovings! Do expect revenge for this though, he is not a merciful demon. 

I think he glows in the dark. Bio-luminescent sea creature my dudes(gender neutral)!!!! Night light boyfriend!!! He likes it when you kiss those marks, because for a long time he was insecure of them. Honestly? Loving any part of his demon form makes him feel better, because he still hates them. He has made an uneasy peace with a lot of it, but sometimes he still feels intensely disgusted by them. Ask him permission and Touch! His! Horns! Tell them how it reminds of coral (I think they might be based off of fire coral specifically?). Pet his tail!! He appreciates it, even if you sometimes have to chase it because he gets excited and it starts to wag. You feel like you're fighting a beast trying to catch it some days.

These ones are a little more serious. Please remember he has bad anxiety!! Depression also comes hard on him too. You can notice because his hygiene starts to slip first. Levi might be a shut in, but he doesn’t like to smell. He escapes for little showers, or at least takes rag baths. Please encourage him to shower, sometimes that means being in the bathroom with him, not always necessarily in the bath with him though. He just likes your presence, you never feel overwhelming to him. He might ask you to wash his hair at these times. Speaking might be too much in these times too. Just turn on Ruri-chan or the TSL movies. They’re his comfort shows. Let him take his time. He’ll tell you soon enough.

Back to light-hearted ones now!! Levi really likes terms of endearments. His favorite ones to call you is Henry, Player 2, and when he’s being really cringe “his Waifu/Husbando”. He also really likes calling you “his”, not in a toxic way.  He just sometimes likes knowing that you are his like he is yours. Just calling you “his s/o” makes his heart flutter. Levi likes any name you give him! Obviously there are the ones that are the matching one to it, like “Lord of Shadows” and “Player 1”. Please babygirl him, he loses his mind. He CANNOT believe he’s your babygirl! HIM! He doesn’t like when you say it in public, he can only take so much!!!! Much more prefers being called it in private. He really likes any softer pet names, he’s a soft guy!

[who-dat-homeless]

Okay sibs there's an almost 2k wip that I will never finish because I suddenly felt like I don't like the idea at all and I really really don't want to finish it. But I guess I can put it here bc it's not bad for a wip imo Dunno how you usually put wips so.

Spock accidently experiencing death whilst in a mind meld with a dying creature

For lack of a better metaphor it feels like a fourth degree burn.

Not in a sense of a great pain, more like in a sense of a great loss of any sensation. Layer after layer losing any ability to feel anything at all, be it an agonizing pain or a soft touch of a spring breeze. 

What’s even worse – he’s vulcan. Oh how he prides himself upon being one, but with pride goes its coast – he’s too well aware of what’s happening in his body. He can shut off any pain, he can stop impulses from running up his brain to disturb his precious mind, he meditates, he knows over a dozen breathing techniques, he can pinpoint a source of pain down to millimeters. 

And now he feels how senses in his body die. One after another. He feels as all five layers of epidermis from stratum corneum down to stratum basale all one after another lose their functions, lose their sensitivity. It is painful, of course it is, but more than painful it’s frightening. He’s not in control. He can’t stop it. He can’t even take another breath to hold himself together. He screams. His mind is a mess but a little part, the smallest little patch of logic, stoicism and everything he likes to call *vulcan* feels ashamed of such a pathetic show of pain. He must control himself.

Even though it’s impossible.

He’s dying.

There’s nothing to control. Only to accept. 

Even though he can’t. He has no right to accept it. 

He’s on duty. He’s a valuable officer. And he must protect himself. 

Pain worsens with every second and he can’t feel his legs, he can’t feel his forearms, his head cracks and big sweat droplets run down the neck. So ticklish. Such a strange sensation amidst the pain.

He’s dying surprisingly fast but not fast enough to relieve him of this pain. He must fight back, he must survive, but how? How?.. His mind is not his own anymore, his mind is suppressed by fear and pain and it doesn’t seem to rebel in the nearest future.

It’s not even cold. He thought it would be cold, how many times he heard about how cold death is, how many times he touched a corpse only to find it considerably cold, but now neither cold nor warm. It's an absolute nothing and he can't comprehend it. The small part of his brain, the one that fears, the one that bare teeth as a stupid display of happiness, the one that screeches and slither around like an ancient reptile, the one he calls *human* screams and tries to take another breath.

It’s useless.

There’s no need for oxygen for a dead brain. 

Vulcan shuts his mouth – he must not show any fear or any pain. If he must die he must die in a vulcan way – with dignity and cold certainty of what is awaiting for him.

Human bares his teeth – he must survive at any cost. He must try until he runs out of breath. If he must scream – he will. if he must roll in dust – he will. If he must cry – he will. The horror of non-existence is incomprehensible so he must live. In agony, in pain, filled with fire, filled with cold, but he must live.

But then he dies.

And there’s nothing he can do.

***

– Spock!

He can’t stop shaking him even though he knows it’s useless. The creature died while Spock was still in the mindmeld with it and now his eyes are rolled backwards and he inhales and inhales but he can’t exhale. If nothing is done soon enough Spock will just suffocate. 

Kirk stops shaking him, puts him back on the ground and lightly slaps his cheeks. No response. He clenches his teeth and withdraws his arm to slap Spock across his face when Bones finally comes and grabs his hand midst air. 

– Jim, for god’s sake, snap out of it! Step back.

It takes Kirk two seconds, no more, to blink and process what's been said to him. He gets on his feet and lets McCoy work. For a moment in the darkness of this enormous cave shines the metall of an ampul. Second later a quiet sound of injection, so loud in the cold silence, died down. Kirk didn’t feel an ounce of relief. He's been friends with McCoy long enough to know that no injection, no pill or mixture is a total cure for all. Especially now, when Spock isn’t even hurt, not actually, not physically. McCoy can help when it's a physical injury. But when it’s mental…

Spock finally takes a long inhale and loudly exhales, all the muscles in his body loosens and for a moment it seems like he’s going to be okay.

McCoy leans back. He takes Spock’s wrist, adjusts his hands and then…

And then he furrows his brows. Kirk remains quiet but he already knows – Bones will find no pulse at the wrist. Nor at the neck. Nor at any other point. Yet still he’s silent. He’s not a medic after all, just some stupid little captain with a professional deformation called “Hope for the best, expect the worst”.

McCoy tries to find a pulse at the wrist but at some point his hand races to the neck. Same deal. Seconds past. Kirk flexes his jaw. He’s useless now. He tries not to think about it.

McCoy's face flashes fear and he leans on the Spock’s chest. His mouth agape. He licks his lips waiting for anything. The scariest part is anticipation. He waits for anything – for him to respond, for him to not respond, for literally anything.

McCoy’s eyes racing – ancient brain tries to find the source of the sound he’s looking for, not understanding that it’s hidden beneath meat and bones. Kirk clenches his fists, nails sinks into the flesh. He wants this pain to distract him but his eyes ache from how much he focuses on Spock’s lifeless figure. 

Moments passes by.

A single droplet of unknown liquid drips from the cave’s ceiling.

Kirk bites his lower lip.

And then McCoy takes a sudden loud breath, squints his eyes and sits straight.

– I swear to god, – he whispered on the exhale, – one day I’ll kill him with my bare hands…

– Bones-

– He’s alive, okay? It’s just that his heart decided it would be oh so funny to slow his pulse to the point it almost doesn't exist and call it a day.

– But it’s… bad, isn’t it?

– For humans – yes. For vulcans – a regular self-preservation measure. He’ll be fine.

Finally Kirk’s tensed shoulders drop. He lets out a tired exhale.

– Would it be dangerous for him if I “transport” him myself or should we wait for a gurney?

– There’s no physical injury as far as I can tell so you can get him up. Besides I don’t want to spend another minute in these caves, not only can we be killed any other minute but it smells absolutely horrendous in here.

Kirk paid no attention to the remark. Right now, the moment they speak, dozens of Enterprise personnel beamed up injured from caves collapse and creature’s assault. Actually it’s better than the operation on the Janus IV. But only in the matter that almost no one died. But injured… Kirk knows McCoy already thinks how to arrange people – sickbay of Enterprise is spacious by comparison to other ship’s but at the end of the day it can accommodate oh so many people. And then he has to decide and decide quickly – who can wait for help and who needs it right away, what injuries he has to inspect himself and what he can delegate to nurses. 

McCoy is on edge and it does no justice to his temper.

Kirk knows to ignore it.

He steps closer to Spock, squats, takes Spock’s one hand and in one swift motion get’s him on his own back. Spock is much taller than Kirk and weighs accordingly, it takes Kirk a second time to stand up. It still fascinates him that the unconscious body seems to weigh more. He tries to entertain himself with such a silly lil thought rather than thinking about how his friend is lying on his shoulders unconsiouse because he just quite literally experienced death in all of its glory.

– Can we beam up from here? 

McCoy got the empty ampule and was ready to go.

– No, we gotta return to the station. For some reason the ship can’t get to us down here.

– Oh mother of-, McCoy started but quickly aborted, – Okay, let’s waste no time I have a job to do.

– Get your phaser ready. Don't hesitate to use it.

– Is it of any use?

Kirk stares at him. He gives McCoy a little smile. 

– Get your phaser ready. 

McCoy wants to shout at him, Kirk can tell from just one look at him, but he draws his phaser and doesn't ask any further questions. 

Of course phasers are useless there, but what else could've Kirk said? Of course McCoy would've appreciated it if Kirk just finally admitted that they're helpless in this situation, but how could he admit it when his whole career is based on him looking confident enough for people to not get into a state of maddening panic every time something goes wrong? Of course Kirk himself would've like to show this little pathetic, yet still very human, fear – his first officer is out for good, almost third of his personnel injured, almost third of miners is dead, they all being chased by unknown creature that still showed no sign of being injured or at least tired –but he's not a human, not on duty, he's the symbol, the beacon, people look for him for guidance, more than guidance, they look at him for reassurance. He's a glacier, he's stoic, he keeps on smiling in a dire situation. He can't just say “it's useless”. He's the last hope for people around him. If captain James T. Kirk still smiles, it means it's not that bad. They'll figure it out somehow. They'll be fine. 

They start to walk. McCoy paranoingnly turns on each sudden sound he hears and the only thing Kirk can do in this situation is to pray to whoever listens that this little walk be uneventful. McCoy is a healer, he's more than useless with a phaser. 

Creatures lure in the dark seeking revenge for a killed brother but are too scared of the barbaric humans to come closer. Kirk is scared. Not in a typical sense, not like usual people are. Sometimes he feels like his gland in charge of fear atrophied long ago – you can’t be scared in the middle of operation, you can be either before it or after, never in the midst – and instead there's a mechanic substituted in its place.

“Hey, Jamey, don't want to bother but this shting is pretty shpooky to me and if I were you(which I'm obviously not) I would've been pretty damn scared. But you're your own man, I mean, do what you think is right, I'm by no means telling you how to act. So, here's your adrenalin, cortisol, lactic acid and some other chems, you know what to do with them  too-da-loo~”

And this one silly thought keeps him focused. Imagining your own fear as a friendly machine that just does things it's programmed to, as a separate from you entity, makes it easier to manage. He's not his fear, and suddenly he can think logically, and suddenly his mind is in control.

Spock's tunic brushes against his cheek. Ticklish. Such a strange sensation amidst the chaos. 

[vyglitchcraft]

Torturing The Lizard (18+)

MK1 Syzoth/Reptile x Masc!reader

Content: tickling, foot fetish, sexual torture, sub!Syzoth, dom!reader, Outworlder!reader, NSFW, dacryphilia/crying kink, begging, dubious consent, light BDSM, bondage, smut no plot, armpit fetish

Plot: Reader captured a sneaky reptiloid sneaking through their home

Requested by twitter mutual, wish to remain anonymous

Why am i doing this? Also request open (all kink allowed, this is my friend so i can judge, but i won't judge you)

You were watching the festival from your balcony, enjoying the sounds of the Shokans banging on their drums, the Centaurians and the clanks of their hooves as they march along to the music. "Hey come down! Let's hang out" one of your friends called from below but you shook your head, you didn't like being in a crowd, too many people made it hard to breathe.

You head back inside, shutting the doors behind you dramatically. Although something felt...strange, very strange, as if you're not alone. Your scrolls and notes flew around the room as a creature dashed through the mess, leaving you confused and disoriented. Stepping back slowly, your eyes quickly snapped onto any points of interest around the room.

You quickly shoved your bookshelf in front of the speeding beast, tripping it. Pushing your shelf back, you saw the Reptiloid being switching from a lizard-like form to a very handsome human one. He was dazed, hitting his head HARD on the shelf, his nose was bleeding aswell. You inspected him from head to toe and something caught your attention, those odd footwear of his exposing his toes. For a warrior, his feet were quite delicate, soft too.

Immediately, you had an idea on how to punish this thief. You dragged his unconscious body across the room and onto your bed, tying his arms and legs with some spare rope that you had. His arms above his head, his legs right on the end of the bed. He was tied to the bed frame.

And of course, his footwear, hood, and mask, were off. His face was very cute, not rough or too masculine, he looked pretty. His hair was short but soft, his expression was surprisingly calm. You rubbed his feet and was shocked at how smooth they were, his toes were beautiful and long, his feet had the perfect proportions. Rubbing his upper sole made him whine, his toes flexing. He was ticklish, very ticklish.

You moved up to his exposed armpits and ran your thumb over them, he jolted from the feeling, letting out quite moans. God even his pits were smooth. You just couldn't help yourself at this point, you licked your lips, knowing exactly what you'll do to him.

Waiting for the man to wake up didn't take long, only a couple of minutes and he was already fully awake, struggling against his binds. "What-who are you? What are you doing to me?!" He growled, struggling even more. "Well since you snuck into my house...i decided to punish you"

His eyes went wide as he panicked even more, shaking his head in denial "oh don't worry, i won't hurt you, no blood will be spilled here" a smirk formed across your lips. You grabbed his ankles and started to run your fingers over one of his feet, tickling him.

His toes curl and straighten, spreading and flexing. He tossed his head back, laughing profusely. "Wait no- ughh, ah haahahaha! Stop please i beg of you!" He shut his eyes, laughing even louder.

You looked down at him with a smug grin, tickling him even faster. "You're so cute like this..." You see him cry, his eyes tearing up from the feeling. He was losing his breath fast.

Moving in front of him, you placed his feet on your lap as you continued to caress his soft soles. "Gods! Oh please please stop! Too much- ahahahaha...i can't- ah i can't take it!" Tears started to flow onto his cheeks, his chin covered in acidic spit, you went even faster, going against his wishes.

Your attention moved to the very noticeable bulge on those baggy pants of his. You stopped the tickling and instead your hands went to the edge of his pants, pulling it down roughly. "Well...better than a human's at least" he wasn't too big but definitely above average, uncut and quite thick with a slight curve. It was practically leaking with pre cum. You traced a finger over the bulbous tip of his cock which made him jump, how sensitive.

"Not bad, not bad at all, bigger than mine but much more sensitive" he was twitching under your touch and you barely added any pressure. You wrapped your hand around the base and slowly pumped his cock, your grip wasn't tight at all but it was enough to cause him to whine and moan. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Precum now covering your fingers from the amount. "I-i i'm close..." He whispered out, panting as he did so.

You stopped as you heard this, letting him go completely which made him whine. "Why? Why must you tease me like this?" his cock was twitching even more, begging for your attention again. "Why don't you beg for it?" You grabbed onto his wrists, your face close to his. He kept shaking his head "this is embarrassing, i can't beg for something like that..." you chuckled hearing his excuse. "You already cried from getting your feet tickled, your shame is already worthless at this point, now beg"

Syzoth gulped, nodding nervously "p-please touch my cock again...sir" he whispered "louder" you told him "don't worry, no one is going to hear you, they're too busy enjoying the festival" Syzoth choked down his pride "please touch me again sir"

"Louder, not enough"

"Please touch me again sir!'

"Good enough" you rolled your eyes and wrapped your hand around his cock again. Your movements were torturously slow but it seems like it affected Syzoth just the same. Shaky breath, quiet whines, he was too sensitive to tell the difference. "I'm going to...- cum, please let me cum, please please...i'm so close" he begged. You hummed, pleased by his submission. You pressed your nose against his armpits, now laying down beside him as you pumped his cock slowly.

By the gods, he smelled divine. Outworld's weather making him sweat even with such light clothing. Like some sort of spice and a light musk. "You're a good boy, you know that?" You licked the sweat on his pits which made him gasped suddenly. His toes were rubbing against each other, curling up as he was close. A few more light touches and he arched his back from the bed, ropes of cum spraying onto his own pants and torso, covering your hand in his mess. Pressing the white liquid against your tongue, you tasted the sweeter notes it had, he was definitely eating good.

Sitting up and going off the bed, you untied the ropes on his wrists and ankles but you were disrupted "wait! Not yet, can we please go another round? Please sir...it felt...pleasant..." You smirked. Guess you're not going out any time soon

[lillbiff]

Xen and kae.

(faith is the dragon)

Kae was reading an old book he took before he left the dragon hunter station. He still remembers the fighters and dragon dealer. He looked at his neckless, wich hold many dragon teeth, from dragons he killed. He turned his gaze to Faith, the dragon of his boyfriend, she laid on Xen's bed, Sleeping. He closed his eyes, and thought about the times where he and Xen lived with the dragon hunters. He rememered all the times, where Xen came crying to him, because he got scared of those big reptiles. Kaen promised Xen, that he would protect him. When they got older, started Xen to feel sorry for those creatures. Kae tried to remind Xen that those reptiles don't have any feelings, but Xen still felt bad for them. Then, one night, was Xen gone. No one saw him, no one found him, one day, stood they infront of each other. Xen joined the dragon riders, and Kae was one of the best dragon hunters. Kae didn't want to fight his best friend, he promised to protect him after all. He tried to convince Xen to come back, but... Xen made a choice. Not too long after, Left Kae the dragon hunters too and moved onto berk aswell. Kae opened his eyes. He was living with Xen and Faith. And right now, came Xen out of the bathroom, and looked for a shirt to wear. He was perfect. He had two scars on the left side of his face, and a huge scar over his right eye, he was blind on his right eye, and kept it hidden most of the time. But not when he was with Kae. "hey love" Xen couldn't hide the small smile on his lips, as Kae called him that. "have i ever told you how hot and perfect you are?" "oh shut up Kae!" Xen started to blush, and Kae escaped a small laugh. He got up from the bed, and grabed Xen from behind. "i mean it. You are perfect... And i'm happy that you alowed me to stay with you" "well... I couldn't let the hunters kill you" answered Xen. Kae smiled and pushed him on the bed. Faith put her head up and looked courious at Kae and her rider Xen. Kae pressed a kiss on Xen's forhead. Then the nose, the jawline, neck, and chest, until he reached Xen's stomach. Xen shivered under the touch, and had to hold back a giggle. Kae started to grinn. He knew exactly how ticklish his boyfriend was. Xen was already extremly ticklish when they were younger. "you're the cutest boy in the world" Kae whisperd and poked Xen's side gently. "shuhuhut uhuhuhp!" came the answer and Kae started to grinn even more. "Stohohop" Xen turned his head to the side, but could still see the smirk on Kae's face. "i don't think i will after you told me to shut up" he grabed a brush from the table next to the bed. "well Xen... Who is the cutest boy in the world?" "don't you fucking dare Kae. I'm warning you" he tried to glare at his lover, but the smile on his lips ruined it. Kae draged the paintbrush over Xen's rips, and he instandly jerked his body to the side. Kae decided to be nice for the day, and put the paintbrush. He used his fingers to scribble over Xen's stomach, and even blew a raspberry on Xen's tummy. Xen broke out into laughter, and tried to jerk away from his lover. "NAHAHA! FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!!!" "what was that? That's not very nice ya know." Kae grabed the paintbrush again, and circled around his lovers belly button. "and? Are you sorry?" Kae smirk grew wider and wider any minute. "YAHAHAHAHA JEHEHEHEHERK!!!" "jerk? Oh now you're gonna get it my love!" he dug the paintbrush into Xen's bellybutton and wiggled it around the sensitive flesh. Xen broke out into uncontrolled laughter and nearly bucked Kae off out of reflex. And Kae laught along with his cute boyfriend.

[a-scaly-troublemaker]

Starlo and Orion are Lizards* in RV!Verse

I am biased towards reptiles, so I made both Starlo and Orion into pseudo-reptiles. Long rambles under the cut.

They both have scale patches in opportune places around their bodies, mainly around the jaw and around places that are natural shock absorbers, like the knees, shins, and bottoms of their feet.

At a glance, they have plantar foot structure like humans do, but if you spend enough time around them, you'll realize that their limbs are structured in such a way that when they crouch like a hunting dinosaur, their leg structure shifts to match. You can watch their joints shift when this happens.

Both of them have claws, which are sharp enough to tear fabric if they aren't careful. Starlo wears gloves when getting dressed, while Orion simply trims his claws. He doesn't need them; he is stronger than Starlo due to working consistently on the farm.

Both star monsters have heat pits, forked tongues, and short snouts. Orion's forked tongue is a little shorter than Starlo's, as well as a darker color. Starlo flicks his tongue out periodically when nervous, tasting the air like snakes do.

Both Starlo and Orion shed their skin. They do this once every 3-4 months and it can also be forced by stress and by burns. Despite not being fully scaly, they shed ALL of their skin; it layers like a reptile's. Shedding is itch hell and it makes Starlo crazy, dashing around the house and crashing into things until he gets some itch relief. He has stunned himself from dashing headfirst into walls, and there are dents in the drywall to prove it.

Orion, meanwhile, gets so severely overstimulated from shedding that he hides in his room, curling up in weighted blankets for any semblance of comfort. He is completely fried and touch-sensitive in this state, and as a result tries to catch the signs of his shedding early so he can deal with it before a shutdown can kick in.

Their skin is wonderfully smooth and soft to the touch for two weeks after shedding before it settles into a texture more comparable to human skin. The scale patches have a terrific sheen and are fairly fragile during this period. The scale patches on their jaws don't shed normally, they have to be trimmed periodically like a beard.

Both of them have tails. Starlo's tail is more flexible, thinner, with the last few feet being thin enough that he can crack it like a whip. The tip of his tail is adorned with a sharp, flat blade shaped like a four-point star, the ones with concave areas between the points. Starlo wags it like a puppy when he's happy, and has knocked things over doing this. He also is less mindful of where his tail is, leading to him slamming it in doors and sometimes stepping on it.

Orion's tail is much heavier than Starlo's, less flexible and thus he does not use it to grab things. He also shouldn't; his tail ends in a rounded cube with large spikes on it, a weighty club that he diligently minds when he doesn't use magic to have it invisible and incorporeal. He thumps it on the floor when he's annoyed, with only enough force to produce a sound.

Both star monsters can glow, though this is exceptionally rare on Orion's part. Orion's lighter yellow accents turn a vivid shade of neon cyan when unusually happy, a bright glow that Starlo can't quite match. Unlike Starlo, Orion can leave light trails in the air if he moves fast while he glows.

Starlo and Orion are siblings, so of course there's sibling mayhem to be had. Because they're also lizards, though, there is more melodrama to be had. Pillow fights can devolve into blurs of yellow as Orion chases Starlo around the house so he can tickle him senseless. Orion is not ticklish, but he can't take compliments, something Starlo leverages to embarrass his sibling.

The two are known to wrestle sometimes, and it looks surprisingly like garden lizards fighting over territory. It is not unheard of for Starlo to get yeeted across the house during a tussle, only to launch himself right back at his brother for revenge.

Before I forget. Starlo and Orion are both venomous, Orion by technicality. Starlo is venomous the way a viper is, and Orion is venomous the way a Komodo Dragon is; the bacterial colonies in his mouth make it much easier for bite wounds he leaves to get infected. This is the prime reason why neither of them are bitey, even when wrestling each other. Orion's fangs aren't as sharp as Starlo's, and are a bit shorter, but he has more muscle on him, and thus can bite harder than his sibling.

For all of the chaos between them, there's still moments of peace and quiet, of gentle familial love that no amount of hardship can break. Starlo comforts Orion during storms, as thunder freaks them both out, Orion more so than Starlo. Sometimes they greet each other with slight, restrained nuzzles.

[xluciifer]

She doesn't care if she's 2 or so hours late to chewsday, but she's letting her serpents bite lucifer's face. They do bite. A lot. It's how they show affection.

And he loooves it! No matter what Medusa may say or perceive to him, her snakes never lie. Lucifer had a natural affinity to animals and reptiles alike; it may be from some influence of his ability to shapeshift. He takes the snake's bites with easy grace, finding them nothing more than ticklish and a joy to receive. His hands reach out to cup some of them, a childlike smile wore strong on his face, unable to help himself as he chuckles. He even allowed his forked tongue out to slither towards them before his gaze shifted over to Medusa, herself.

❝ Hahaha! That tickles! See? I told ya they looove me. ❞

[kxjostarr]

THIS OR THAT

indoor plants or gardens / cloud-watching or star-gazing / water or fire / paperback or hardcover / running or hiking / sleeping with socks or without socks / fruit or vegetables / hanging plants or succulents / dark wood or light wood / handwritten or typed / instagram or pinterest / braids or pigtails / dc or marvel / books or movies / oceans or meadows / forests or fields / sweet or salty / ice cream or chocolate / hoodies or sweaters / piercings or tattoos / summer or winter / boots or sneakers / cars or motorcycles / curls or straight hair / castles or cottages / sunny days or storms / reptiles or birds / disney or nickelodeon / strawberries or watermelon / essays or posters / phones or laptops or desktop / glass or stone / dark or light / photos or paintings / circuses or theatres / reading or writing / dogs or cats / poetry or novels / monsters or ghosts / thrift shops or libraries / fiction or non fiction / comedy or action / romance or horror / adventure or drama / historical or musicals / sci-fi or westerns / tea or coffee / cake or pie / cereal or oatmeal / bagels or cookies / sandwich or pizza / early bird or night owl / city or country side / foxes or wolves / hugs or kisses / shorts or long pants / monopoly or sorry / comic books or novels / showers or baths / chess or checkers / hip-hop or classical music

COMMENTS/random headcanons:

-One area of her body she doesn't like being touched is her stomach. Mainly because that's where she's the most ticklish. To prevent this, she will cover it up to prevent any attention being brought to it.

-Jotako cares about her skin to the point that if her skin care regime is interrupted in any shape or form, she will become cranky throughout the entire day. 

-Because she doesn't have a game system of her own, she will sometimes go to the arcade if she's ever in the mood.

Tagged by: rejectshumanity and forfamily

Tagging: everyone that wanna do this :u

[stardrips]

Thank you for making ticklish reptile art 💚💚

I am, first and foremost, a furry, so you can expect more my friend

[demonsandco]

I'm just curious about your demon form HCs for Beel, Mammon, Levi and Diavolo.... I don't have anything specific to ask for, I'd just like to see whatever you have at all! Your HCs are really fun to read!

Thank you!! I’ve talked a lot about the brothers' demon forms (which can all be found in the 'demon form' tag or in my masterlist) and I have some general headcanons for them over here, too, so I’m not sure what else I can add without a more specific ask!

Dia, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked about, so here's some of the first things that come to mind!

•Diavolo’s demon form is reptilian in nature, very reminiscent of a western dragon. Unlike most reptiles, though, he isn’t actually cold-blooded. In fact, he constantly radiates warmth naturally, practically acting like a space heater with his ability to warm up any room he enters. When he exerts himself, his skin is so hot to the touch that it would be hard for a human to comfortably maintain contact with him, like the inside of a car that's been left in the sun.

•He has an impressive sense of smell normally, and it gets even more powerful in his demon form. He can learn a lot about a person just based on their scent, like where they’ve been, who they’ve been close to recently, and even how they feel if it’s an intense enough emotion. As well, he can use his long forked tongue to aid in smelling things, too, but he rarely does it in public. After all, it isn’t very proper for him to go around sticking his tongue out at people.

•In his true form, the majority of his body is covered in thick, protective scales, nearly impossible to pierce through and rough to the touch, like coarse sandpaper. His belly and inner thighs are an exception to this, the scales in those areas being much softer to the touch and having a smooth texture. The thinner scales means that he’s most sensitive there, and the drastic difference in sensation levels leaves him being surprisingly ticklish, when he’s caught off guard.

[cerebrumrott]

Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Brothers x MC

Synopsis: Demon Form Head Canons

Lucifer

Is not shy about sharing his demon form in the slightest.

More than happy to show off his wings for you and every compliment and awed look you give him just strokes his pride.

He gets taller in his demon form, not by more than a few inches but its enough to have you craning your neck to look him in the eyes.

His horns are not nearly as sensitive as some of his brothers but he still quite enjoys when you pet them.

Specifically likes it when the base of his horns are scratched, he could just melt into your hands.

His wings are prone to molting when he is stressed and seeing as he is stressed almost all the time. It's fairly common to find black feathers around the house.

When Lucifer later finds out that you had been collecting his discarded feathers in a small vase in your room he can’t help the blush on his cheeks having forgotten the entire reason he went into your room in the first place.

Seeing as you are so entranced by his feathers you might as well help him preen when he is molting.

It is totally cause he wants you to just have a nice collection, not because its a massive boost to his ego to have you doting over him.

Straighten his tie and flatten out his collar. Even if it doesn't need it. These little gestures will leave him flustered and blushing.

Mammon

His horns, due to their peculiar shape, are extremely sensitive. To the point where just blowing on them sends a tremble racing down his spine.

Pressing a finger between the grooves or into the center of the horn's spiral will have him practically howling from the sensation or more accurately leave him a stuttering and flustered mess.

Despite being essentially shirtless in his demon form. Mammon is like a walking heater. Just standing next to him for too long can cause you to break into a sweat.

If you were to ever trace the white lines that cover his torso he would just stop functioning entirely.

He would of course vehemently deny any such claims stating that, he was simply… thinking… about things… shut up.

Mammon is also extremely ticklish and with so much exposed skin from his questionable choice in a shirt. Do with that what you will ;)

His wings are restless, always flickering, fluttering or some variation of the two.

The only time they had ever truly stilled was when Mammon had agreed to let you touch them for the first time. In that moment as you ever so carefully ran your hands over the thin membrane of the wings, they didn't so much as twitch under the touch.

While his wings aren't necessarily sensitive to touch they are slightly delicate, being as they are made from a thin leathery membrane.

Leviathan

He also gets taller in his demon form by a few inches. Though due to his terrible posture you are likely to not notice.

He regularly sheds his antlers each year and grows back new ones.

He used to be extremely self conscious while his antlers regrew due to teasing from his brothers but after hearing how much you liked them they were now a point of pride for him.

I can also totally see an MC who collects his shed antlers like, it's 2 am and Levi texts them like ""Hey normie you want my old antlers I know you asked about them before so...""

Leviathan would get such an ego boost from it though. His face growing reed each time he walks into your room to see his old antlers nestled about the shelves like decor.

His tail also sheds its skin every so often (like a reptile would) another reason as to why he is always showering or taking a bath.

On that same thought, Levi has to take daily soaks in either the shower or tub to keep his skin from drying out or getting irritated. Being in the sun for too long can also irritate his skin.

Uses this as an excuse to not go outside despite there being no sun in the Devildom.

Both his horns and his tail are rather sensitive to touch. Though he loves the idea of you petting them his self consciousness prevents him from ever initiating such a thing.

The markings on the side of his neck are also highly sensitive. Running a hand or dragging your nails over them sends shivers down his spine every time.

Satan

Not only does he get taller but he also physically bulks up in his demon form. Its hardly noticeable under the sweater and boa he wears but on close inspection you can see the defined lines of his muscles straining under the fabric.

Similar to Lucifer, his horns are not all that sensitive. Though the area where they connect to his head are very mush so.

Satan is not shy in the slightest about asking MC to pet his head when he is in a bad mood and needs someone to stop him from doing something potentially stupid.

Satan often subconsciously purrs when he is happy or content.

This habit may have stemmed from his obsession with cats

His tail for the most part is hard and senseless, though the green end is softer and more pliable like cartilage. It is also extremely sensitive to both touch and temperature.

This is why he keeps his tail wrapped around his leg to protect it from being accidentally trampled on or whacked.

Since his tail extends from his lower back rather than the base of his spine the exposed skin surrounding the base of his tail is extremely sensitive and ticklish.

Asmodeus

Asmo of course loves any kind of affection, especially if it is coming from you of all people.

The tips of his horns that are pink in hue are extremely sensitive to touch. He is not shy about asking you to touch him obviously but you would note that he does get extremely flustered when you do so without having to be asked.

Asmo will just melt into your touch if you walk up to him and just randomly cup his face or pet his horns.

When he is especially flustered the pink hue of his horns will even darken

His wings are velvety and soft to the touch. He loves to have kisses pressed to the soft membrane of the wings.

The easiest way to turn him to putty in your hands is to go straight for his wings. They are his weak spot.

It's really little affectionate things that get him going. Adjusting the metal chain of his scorpion brooch, pushing a stray piece of his bangs back into place, even something as simple as picking a piece of lint off of his jacket has him beaming with affection.

I don't see Asmo as getting to experience these little things as often as the more prominent things that come with his sin. So when you go out of your way to make sure he does get to experience these little things he falls hard and fast.

Beelzebub

He physically bulks up when he transforms. If you thought he was shredded normally wait till you see him in demon form.

His horns are extremely sensitive, almost like little antennas. Turns into the biggest puppy when you rubs his horns. Just all smiles and happiness from him.

Sometimes he will even rub your cheeks together so his horns brush against your hair.

He is a bit hesitant when it comes to his wings being touched just because of their nature. It's not that he doesn't trust you it’s just when he gets excited he unconsciously buzzes his wings.

If he were to catch his wing on your hand and rip it he would feel bad for making you think you hurt him. In reality it does not hurt him all that much, akin to like a paper cut or bad scratch.

Beel is really just a big push over for you, scratch him behind the horns and he will just become the biggest lap dog.

Belphegor

His horns and tail are not sensitive but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to pet him.

After he falls asleep to you petting his horns one afternoon he now demands that you do this at least once a week. If you don't he will bother you until you cave to his wishes.

Also loves to have the fluff of his tail brushed / petted, although he would never admit it outright. His brothers already think he is spoiled so how would they react to knowing he has you pampering him each week? Braiding his tail hair and brushing out the tangles while he snoozes.

On the rare occasions he can’t sleep or when he is awakened from a nightmare he will seek you out and ask you to pet him so he can get to sleep. There are many mornings you will wake up and just find Belphie in bed next to you curled around his pillow with his face buried in your shoulder.

He promises to pay you back later though. Totally...

The cow spots on his neck are extremely ticklish, to the point he borderline passes out from wheezing so hard when Beel tickles him there.

Bonus:

Diavolo

He is much, much larger in his demon form than he is when he appears as human. He is normally tall but like this he is borderline massive.

He tends to keep his wings folded into his sides due to their large span. Though is more than happy to show them off to you when prompted.

They are thick and velvety to the touch, the metallic jewelry that covers the tops of them a cold contrast to the warm skin.

He adores any kind of attention from you, more than content to sit and chatter about whatever comes to his mind as you sit beside him or stop him petting his wings.

He bent down once so you could see his horns and as a joke lifted you off the ground while you were holding onto them. He laughed so hard you thought he was going to drop you on your ass.

His horns are not sensitive in the slightest, hence why he has no problems with decorating them with tight metal pieces akin to a piercing on a person.

Diavolo is a super loving guy normally and this holds true to when he is in his demon form. So whenever he gives you a hug you end up smothered in his pecs. Not that your complaining.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never say it aloud but he very much enjoys when you spend time just running your fingers ever so softly over his horns. Their unique shape and varied textures can leave you entertained for what feels like hours but in reality you love the soft expressions you can pull out of the normally stoic butler.

Loves having soft kisses pressed to the joints of his horns.

His tail is his one weak spot as once one learns what certain movements mean. You can always tell how he is feeling.

The unbridled joy you feel well in your heart when his tail begins to curl up upon seeing you letting you know he is feeling the same way has you biting your lip to hold yourself back from running into his arms.

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Team Tokyo First Years Headcanons

(Ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojo & Sukuna)

Gojo created a group chat with all three students to coordinate things. However, he never knows if Megumi reads the texts because he never says anything (he does), and all Yuji does is send memes, so basically that's its only function now.

Yuji and Nobara created a game: try to take a picture of Gojo with his blindfold off. He takes it off frequently, it's just impossible to catch an image of it. Surprisingly, Megumi of all people has gotten the closest. If you squint, you can see the baby blues.

This escalated into "who can take the ugliest picture of someone without them looking", after capturing an image of Yuji standing next to Gojo's desk with almost four chins. Nobara discovered she has many bad angles and Gojo discovered he's photogenic from ALL angles.

Yuji likes to use Nobara's ugly pictures as reaction images and memes. At first, Nobara beat him up whenever he did, but now as long as they don't leave the first-year chat she doesn't care. She'll even supply them if she's feeling silly.

Gojo started a prank war on accident and it shows no sign of stopping. It started because he enjoys Nobara's over the top reactions. When she found the LIVE snake in her bed (oh boy, everyone's soooo lucky she's good with reptiles), she immediately suspected this was Yuji's doing. She pranked him, he got her back, Megumi walked into a prank on accident, he got them back twice over, and now it just won't stop. Gojo was fully prepared to deal with the consequences, but he isn't complaining.

The First Year prank war is pretty well known around the school, and everyone's learned to stay away from anything that looks suspicious.

Gojo uses this to his advantage too; sometimes he'll pull pranks on the first and even second years just to watch them blame each other. He's even gone as far as pranking Principal Yaga hoping that he would blame the kids, but Yaga knows for a fact it's Gojo. He hasn't done anything about it though. This stresses Gojo.

Most of the time, when they eat out, each student pays for their meal. When Gojo's there he pays for all four of them, and if Yuji tries to use the "I don't have any money" excuse when Nobara decides to stop for a coffee, she'll buy him one too. She holds it against him, though.

If his kids are all craving a certain type of food (i.e. Chinese) Gojo will head out and pick it up and they'll all eat as a family.

Nobara proposed once a month they have a "spa" day. Surprisingly, the other two students agreed. She's allowed to give them manicures and pedicures (so long as she doesn't get carried away), trim and treat their hair, exfoliate their faces, and they help her re-dye her hair. Megumi is a good client, while Yuji gets bitched at a lot for squirming while getting his nails clipped and jerking when he gets his eyebrows plucked.

Yuji also proposed they have a movie night every Friday night. If they're busy, they'll move it to Saturday, or have it earlier in the day during the week. Sometimes the second years will join. Gojo is banned because he's basically seen every movie and always spoils the end. Everyone got mad at Yuji's request to use subtitles but gave up arguing with how loud Yuji chews.

They also have game nights, but they lost the pieces to most board games after Nobara threw them out the window, Megumi is the only one who knows how to play chess and Shogi, and Yuji fears the safety of his controllers after Megumi got dangerously close to beating Nobara in Smash. 

Yuji's room is the main hangout joint because of the electronics he owns. Literally, there's a whole ass common/living room for them to use. However, they go to Nobara's room for a spa day, as long as the boys are gone by sundown.

Gojo knows damn good and well his kids don't like each other in that way and would never have sex with each other, but he still feels the need to give them the talk ™. He's literally given each child a free box of condoms just in case. 

Gojo bought each student customized "if lost, please return to Jujutsu Tech" shirts. Yuji doesn't mind wearing his because it's just another hoodie to him, and Nobara doesn't mind hers because it's a crop top and it's cute. Megumi burned his in front of Gojo. 

Nobara takes the boys shopping a lot. Megumi is surprisingly good at picking out clothes that fit Nobara's physique and taste, and Yuji is there to hype her up when she walks out of the dressing room. He also isn't scared to tell her a dress doesn't look good on her, and she respects that.

Sometimes even Sukuna will pop out and give commentary. He gives really mixed signals, sometimes he tells her how she's not much to look at, sometimes he talks about the things he wants to do to that ass because of how good they look in those jeans. This results in Yuji getting slapped, Nobara yelling something like "Shut it, Fang Face!" And people staring at him funny because of it.

She also buys outfits for the boys and occasionally Gojo, because she's tired of hoodies and black. She was just as shocked as the rest when Megumi walked out in his outfit. He only wore it to shut her up, though, and hasn't worn it since.

No matter what they're doing, Yuji is ALWAYS the DJ. He has playlists for almost every occasion (spa day, sparring practice, car rides, game nights, even the times they just chill in the same room on their phones) and the only person that really complains is Sukuna, but only because he hates the Backstreet Boys.

Yuji bursts out in song a lot. No matter what he's doing, he'll just start singing. If they know it, Nobara and Gojo will join in too. Always ends in a giggle fit.

Sometimes Gojo's hand slips and boom! He has 18 dozen cookies instead of 4. He's been known to wrap the cookies up in nice tins and packages and leave them outside the kid's doors.

Gojo has also been known to cook meals for the kids and drop them off. This helps because Megumi is basically the only one who can actually cook. Yuji thinks instant ramen is okay for every meal, and Nobara burns food in a way it's still edible but you don't really want it.

The kids play wrestle, a lot. Yuji was scared to at first because the only one who really wants to fight is Nobara, but he learned quickly she can both take and deliver a punch just fine. She also isn't one of those girls that gets upset if there's an accidental grope, which is cool.

This is how the others discovered Megumi is ticklish. Yuji probably still has the scar and Nobara doesn't dare try to tickle him again.

Yuji fell asleep once and woke up to Sukuna's mouth on his cheek having a full-blown conversation with Nobara while she was reading a magazine. He swears they were gossiping about boys, but as soon as Yuji was awake enough to pay attention, Sukuna noticed and started bullying him. To this day Nobara still thinks she was talking to Yuji the whole time because she never noticed he fell asleep.

Yuji can fall asleep almost anywhere. Nobara draws on his face a lot. He's spent countless nights on Megumi's floor just because he's too lazy to move literally one room over.

Nobara has a habit of walking into the boys' rooms without knocking. Megumi is usually laying in bed on his phone or sitting at his desk, however, she's walked into Yuji doing some weird shit. Not gross shit, just... Concerning shit.

Once she walked in on him crying and didn't know what to do. She just kinda walked in and sat down with him until he stopped, occasionally rubbing his back. They didn't say a word until Yuji made a joke and Nobara continued with why she even came into his room, to begin with.

The three students are surprisingly supportive of each other like that, it's just kinda awkward and passive-aggressive at times. Sometimes they even confide in Gojo, and he takes it seriously, surprisingly.

Gojo has a Tik Tok account. He participates in every challenge, every dance, every trend, and apparently has a huge following. Yuji gets featured in the videos sometimes when he isn't recording, and he's mostly doing the stupid shit Gojo does, like doing backflips on building ledges.

While Tik Tok is Gojo's forte Yuji has done video game commentary on twitch and yt live. Megumi is quite popular on subreddits about urban legends and related folklore, and Nobara helps maintain blogs about current events, but... It's mostly celebrity gossip and new music.

Every Saturday is chore day and no one's allowed to do leisurely activities or leave until they're done. Rooms and hallways have to be vacuumed, swept, mopped, whatever. Gojo checks that the rooms aren't dirty. He doesn't mind clutter, he just hates wrappers and shit being left around. He especially pays attention to the cleanliness of the bathrooms for some reason. Megumi is good about cleaning his room throughout the week, Nobara usually just has clutter on her nightstand and dresser, and Yuji waits until the last minute to clean.

The first years used to do their laundry separately, but Nobara threw a temper tantrum when she witnessed Yuji just throw all of his clothes in the washer at once and simply turn it on. Now normally, she wouldn't help anyone get out of work, but she also likes things being done the right her way, so she does his laundry for him. Megumi got involved somehow and now they throw all of their clothes in the same basket and divide them by darks, colors, whites, and delicates. She refuses to let any of their overly- soiled clothes touch hers, so those usually get their own wash too. Each student folds and puts away their own clothes. 

Most arguments end with rock paper scissors. Pinkie promises are also sacred.

Gojo keeps a sticker board in the classroom. Whenever the kids do something good, they get a star. Whenever they do something bad, one gets taken away. When they get to five stickers they get a prize from the treasure box.

No one has gotten to five stars yet. This is good because there is no treasure box. Gojo is bullshitting everyone.

Yuji likes to steal Megumi's stickers because he thinks Megumi will not notice. He does every time.

Gojo has a stool in the corner of the classroom complete with a horribly cliche dunce cap he calls "the Naughty Corner" for when the kids "act up". Nobara ends up there because she's always on her phone, Megumi mouths off a lot and has days where he doesn't feel like doing work, and poor Yuji ends up in the naughty corner because Sukuna can't behave.

[nataliedrawz]

For Old Time's Sake // Genshin Tkl Fic

•HELLO HIIII!!!! So in Discord we were just chatting about Azhdaha and talking about how his like a big puppy and stuff, anyways, HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!!

•Character's Used: Azhdaha & Zhongli

•Plot: Azhdaha has been alone quite recently, so Zhongli decides to give him a trip down memeory lane.

•Potential Triggers: Fluff, slight violence.

It was a long day in Liyue Harbor, after losing the Jade Chamber, the events with the Adepti, and so on. Zhongli wanted to get away and have old memories again, it wasn't like he forgot them, but it was for the sake of his aching heart to meet his first friend, and he was Azhdaha. He couldn't help but question the event's on what made him this way, but he shook that aside and placed in the good one's, when he was just a chub little frog pup, seeking guidance and affection, he made that happen, giving him sight, smell, taste, all the sensation's to make him somewhat human, but what mattered was his thoughts. After losing Azhdaha to that side, he couldn't help but blame himself. He couldn't help it, so, he went to make thing's right.

That's correct.

He went over to his prison.

After quite the walk, he went inside with no hesitation, he knew it could've ended badly if he brought other's, so he went alone. This could be the end or the start of a new memory.

Azhdaha had awoke when he felt the presence of him, so, he stayed still.

"Morax, long time no see." He said in his grumbly, deep pitched tone, making sure Zhongli knew his presence wasn't welcome.

"I know the hold you have against out past time's, but this time, I want to change it. Please, just for old time's sake?" Zhongli replied improperly, just missing the moments where the two would share and laugh into the sunset.

Azhdaha had refused, but, deep inside, was aching to see him. After so long, he felt abandoned deep down, it hurt being so lonely, and Morax knew this.

After a while of convincing, the giant reptile had let him, "Fine, but if you do anything, know that I will crush you." He grumbled out. Zhongli agreed as he showed he had no weapons, settling the tension, watching as the larger sat down, the ground quaking slightly from him doing such.

They began to chat, bringing up when Azhdaha tried catching butterflies, turn into a ball amd roll down the hill, jump in puddles, and honestly, he could tell Azhdaha was smiling warmly inside. He knew him, even though they went separate for a while, he could tell from the back of his hand that he still trusted him.

But one thing mentioned made pure awkward silence settle, "-then I'd have to pick you up and rub your tummy to ease the pain, yet, you would giggle all the time when that happened. So, I was wondering," he turned, "are you still ticklish, Azhdaha?" Asked the retired archon, watching as the other was lost in word's.

This, made a large shit eating grin appear. "Oh? Is that so?" He asked, although the other didn't reply, only getting to his feet. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind having a try?" He asked, he wasn't sure if he grew out of it and neither was Azhdaha, he made a low grumble of approval slip as Zhongli walked to his front left nub, watching as Azhdaha refusingly raised his leg, giving access to the area.

It seemed he still had the beans of a cat, placing his hands onto the beans, "Hm, you have beans? Fascinating that I haven't noticed beforehand." He smiled, seeing a small rocky smile appear. It was happy, not from being sensitive, but from the compliment.

But if anything got him when he was young, it had to be his tummy. The area was just so smooth yet,, sorta soft? He didn't know why, and neither did Morax, he usually called it his fuzzle now since Hu Tao taught him such word's.

Watching as his past companion had no reaction, he went down, going to his center, "'Daha, can you go on your side?" He asked, watching as the large tortoise refused, he nodded in agreement and rubbed at the center of his tummy.

And, there it was, his low, grumbly chortles emerged from his bulky chest and out in the open of his prison. "Morahax! Watch ihit! W-Whahat is thihis sensation agahain?! " He was slightly panicked, yet, happy. It squeezed Zhongli's heart, remembering how he'd giggle and waddle his nubby legs side to side as he rubbed his tummy, oh, those memories were so sweet and yet felt so fresh.

He watched as Azhdaha's tail swayed, the tree at the tip's leaves fluttering down, they seemed to have turned.. pink? Wait, did that mean he was flustered? He was finding out so much about his past mate to the point he didn't know how much his friend was erupting in laughter, he didn't know his hands were rubbing the tummy of a half rolled over tortoise, he was so caught up in his memories that it completely blocked the loud, boisterous laughter erupting from him.

Whoo boy, Azhdaha is going to be in this situation for just a liiittle bit longer.

[fluffywings13]

Trivia is for the Birds

“Okay, you know the rules of the game, right?” Keigo smiles at the teen’s soft giggling. “We gotta go over them again, gotta go through a test run again?”

Izuku shakes his head, then nods, no, they don’t need to go through a test run, and yes, he understands the rules. He doesn’t know why he agreed to play this fucking game, topless, arms above his head, fingers curled together, trapped under his greatest tormentor, maybe it was because after the last five years, it felt good to laugh freely again, but he digresses, he regrets, but at the same time, he has no regrets.

“Aww,” he wiggles his fingers lightly in the boy’s sides, smiling when his giggles pick up, and he squirms from side to side. “I wanted to go through another test run again.”

The teen manages to get his giggling under control when the fingers stop wiggling. “What’s the topic?”

The winged hero grins. “Birds, what else?”

“Oh come on!” Izuku exclaims. “I don’t know anything about birds!”

He giggles wildly when the hero traces a finger around his belly button. “That sounds like a you problem. You said I could pick the topic, remember, I chose birds.” The man smiles up at him. “Ready?”

Keigo nods when the teen nods. “Birds belong to what species group?”

The teen whines as he thinks, he’s got a minute, sixty seconds. “Uummm….Uummmm….”

“Twenty-four seconds.”

“No! I need more time!” Izuku wracks his brain for anything he knows about birds and giggles when nothing comes to the forefront of his mind. “I don’t know!”

“Not even gonna try?”

“It’s gonna be wrong anyway!” The teen wails in giggles. “I hate you!”

“Times up!” The blonde chirps. “Answer’s warm-blooded vertebrates.” He claws his fingers in the boy’s belly, smiling when he squeals and arches his back, trying in vain to suck his belly in. “You got a minute of torture.” He moves over to focus on the left side of the kid’s belly, and Izuku shrieks with laughter, twisting up onto his side as best as he can, dropping back down when fingers latch onto his right side and start kneading firmly.

It’s the longest fucking minute in Izuku’s life.

“Okay,” Keigo stops, waiting a minute for the teen to catch his breath and get his giggling under control, and grins when the boy glares at him. “Next question, what gives birds their ability to fly?”

Izuku grins, he knows this one, he’s safe. “Wings!”

“See, you do know something about birds.” The hero hums. “How many approximate known species of birds are in the world?”

“Oh god!” The teen starts giggling. “Ohohoh gohohod! I don’t know!”

“Tick tock, tick tock.”

“Fuck! Ummm! God, I don’t know!” The tester shouts a random number. “Two hundred!”

“Errr, wrong answer!” And squeals when fingers curl into his sides and start kneading firmly. “The answer’s ten thousand.” The teen screams and arches his back, pressing his chin to his chest, when he spiders his fingers down to pinch just above his hips. “Oh yea, get that really bad spot right there, gotta give it some attention.”

“Kehehehehehheei nohohohohho! Stohhoohohohohhoop! Nohohohohot theehehehehehehheheere! Eeaaiaiaiaiaaahahahahahahahahahaa aaahhahahahahahahahhahahaa!” (Kei no! Stop! Not there!) Izuku cackles, shimmying his waist from side to side, a vain attempt to get away from the pinching fingers. “Nehehehheheext quehehehehehhhesstion! Nehehehehehehheeext!” (Next question! Next!)

“Uh uh, you still got twenty seconds of this. No cheating, fledgling, sixty seconds for every wrong answer.”

The teen throws his head back. “Thahahahahat’s sohohhohoho fuhuhuhuhuhucking lohohohohong!” (that’s so fucking long!)

“It’s only long to you because you’re so damn ticklish.” The hero gives one final pinch and gives the kid another minute to get himself under control again. “Next question, hopefully you get this one right, what continent is best known for bird watching?”

Izuku bites his lip. “Oh god! Oh god!” He starts giggling when it feels like an eternity passes, if he doesn’t get it because he get’s the answer wrong, he’ll get it when he runs out of time. “Uuuuh, ummmm…”

“Fifteen seconds.”

“Oh god!” The teen cries out desperately with his life on the line. “South America!”

“Correct, you know two things about birds.” Keigo drums his fingers against the teen’s sides. “Okay, how about this one, how many bird species exist on the continent of South America?”

“I don’t fucking know!”

“Give it a shot, fifty-fifty chance it’ll be right or wrong.” The boy arches his back and shrieks when fingers drum over his lower belly. “You’re running out of tiiiiime.”

“Oh god! Oh god! Ummm!” He’s panicking now, he knows where the man’s going next, not there, anywhere but there. “Thirty-two hundred!”

“Oh, wow, admittedly I didn’t think you’d get that one.” The hero hums thoughtfully. “Which bird’s eggs are blue?”

“Uh……Uh…..” Izuku has no fucking idea. “Bluejay?”

There’s a brief pause where Keigo just grins at him and he can’t help but call him a whole bunch of fowl names in his head. “Errr!” Fingers curl around his waist and thumbs dig sharply into his hips, and he screams, lifting from the bed under them. “American Robin!” He kneads his thumbs into the kid’s hips deeply. “Gotta really get in there for maximum affect.”

Izuku screams with laughter, jerking from side to side, and his arms come flying down, fingers curling around the hero’s hands. “Baahahahahahahahahahahahaha aaahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha stohohohohohohop nohohohohhot theheheheehheehheheere! Plehehehehehehease nohohohohot theehehehehehehehehere! FFfaaaahahahahahahahhahahahahahaa aaahahahhahahahahahahahahaaa gehehehehehhehet ahahahahahhahaway! Geheheheheheehheet ahahahahahhahaaway frohohohohom theeheheheheheheheheheere!” (Stop not there! Please not there! Get away! Get away from there!)

“Hey, put your arms back up, you know the rules.” The teen shakes his head and pushes desperately at the hero’s hands, his thumbs still kneading into his hips, and said hero laughs softly. “If you don’t put those arms back up I’m gonna really torture that belly and you know I will.” He squeals merely at the thought and throws his arms back up above his head. “Good boy.”

Three, two, one. Keigo stops torturing the kid’s hips, for now, he’s soo comin’ back here, might not leave even. “Okay,” he lets the teen catch his breath and get himself under control again. “How many eggs per clutch does a Robin lay?”

“Why do you even know that!” Izuku shrieks when the man rubs his hips lightly with his thumbs, which is probably cheating, definitely cheating, no tickles unless he’s wrong or runs out of time. “Nohohoho! Stohohohoohhop! Yohohohou’re breheheheheheaking thehehehe ruhuhuhuhules!” (No! Stop! You’re breaking the rules!)

“I can’t break the rules.” The hero coos playfully. “I made them.” He continues rubbing the teen’s hips lightly. “Tick tock, nestling, times runnin’ out.”

“Okay! Okay!” He is desperate to get this one right. “Uuuuhhhhhhh, three to five!” He’s not sure why he knows that but he’s thankful that he does.

“Wow, you got some good luck.” The hero clicks his tongue thoughtfully. “How about this one, what does RSPB stand for?”

Izuku wails. “Why the fuck would I know that, birdbrain!”

“Twenty seconds.”

“Oh my god! I don’t know!” He doesn’t even try to figure it out, he just goes straight to begging, he’s definitely not above begging. “No! Please no! Kei please! Pass! Pass! Next question! Please!”

“You don’t get to skip questions.”

“What!” The teen screams. “Why!”

Keigo hums lightly. “Because I said so, you got fifteen seconds by the way.”

“Fuck! Fuck okay! Uh! Oh my god! I don’t know!”

“Five, four, three, two, one!” The teen squeals when he kneads his thumbs into his hips again, he didn’t leave, it’s just too good here. “Times up!” He slips his thumbs under the waist of his sweat pants and kneads into the pockets of his hips, which changes his laughter to a whole new octave. “Oh, it stands for Royal Society of the Protection of Birds, by the way, for your knowledge.”

“Ihihihi’m noohohohohohot suhuhuhuhuhurpriihihihihiised thahahahahahat yohohohohou knohohohohow thahahahahhahaat!” (I’m not surprised that you know that!) Izuku screams between bouts of squealing laughter. “Nohohohohot eheheheheheheeven ahahahahhaaa lihihihihihittle!” (Not even a little!) It’s the longest fucking minute of his life but it does come to pass, and there’s a long minute of residual giggling, before he gets himself under control, and smiles up at the hero. “Are you a member of the RSPB?”

“Actually,” Keigo exclaims. “I’m not, can you believe that a man-bird isn’t a part of a society for protecting his own brethren!” He grins. “Oh, I got a good one, okay, here’s the next question, birds are originally descended from which vertebrate class?”

“What!” The teen shouts. “Birds weren’t just there! They came from something!”

“Yep.” The boy giggles softly when the hero traces shapes over his belly lightly. “Timers clickin’, hatchling, tick tock.”

“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know!” He cries in terrified frustration. “I didn’t know birds descended from something! Shit, fuck, shiiiit!” He shrieks panicked giggles when the winged man circles a finger slowly around his belly button. “Wait! Wait, I still have time!”

“You do, fifteen seconds and counting.”

“Ummm! Uuuh! Fuck! I don’t fucking know!”

“Ten seconds.” Izuku bites his lip and shakes his head. “Nothing? You got nothing?” The hero sighs in mock disappointment when the kid shakes his head. “Well, darn, I seriously hoped you get that one so I wouldn’t have to do this. Oh, and the answer’s reptiles.”

The kid screams when he wiggles his finger in his belly button, arching his back sharply, squeezing his eyes closed as he throws his head back, before falling into bouts of bright cackles. Keigo laughs when he feels his legs shift under him, only slightly, but shift none the less, kill spot, right here. “Best. Spot. Ever.” He switches tactics and claws his fingers in the teen’s belly instead, smiling when he squeals and arches his back again. “I’ll give you an easy one, ‘cause I’m nice like that.” Thirty seconds later, he waits another sixty for the boy to catch his breath, before asking another question. “What is the largest bird in the world?”

Izuku’s still giggling under his breath, that’s how bad that one spot is, he’s still giggling two minutes later. “Ohohostrich!” (Ostrich!)

“Good job, I knew you’d know that one!” The hero mulls a few questions over in his head. “Okay, let’s try a harder one—”

“No! WHY! You know I don’t know birds like you do!”

He smiles fondly. “I know. More fun for me. Okay, next question, which golden eagle escaped from the London zoo in 1965?”

Izuku gawks at him. “What the fuck, man!”

Keigo winks. “You said I got to pick the topic,” he sings playfully. “Rememberrrr!”

“I have so many regrets right now!”

“You got thirty-five seconds.”

“Oh shit! Oh god! Fucking dammit!” The kid yells in a panic. “I don’t know! I don’t fucking know! Why do you know!”

“Twenty seconds.”

“Shiiiiit! Aaahhhhh! I don’t know! Hint! Gimme a hint! Please!”

“Okay,” he’s a nice guy. “Its name is in the name of the species.”

“That doesn’t fucking help!” The teen cries. “Uuuhhhh Golden! Gold! Uuuhhhh Goldie!”

“Oh wow, you got it!” Izuku breathes a sigh of relief, that circling finger was getting way too close to his belly button for his liking. “Next question, what is the most talkative bird in the world?”

This teen has no self-preservation. “Hawks!”

“Pffff—” Keigo laughs. “Good one! Just for that it’s goin’ in!”

His eyes only just widen, can’t even form a protest, before the hero’s finger is wiggling in his belly button again, and he screeches. Arms flying down, breaking the rules, which only adds more time, he snatches the man’s hand, tearing his finger out of his belly button, and screams when he remembers he has two hands when a finger starts wiggling in his belly button again, snatching that hand too.

The hero snorts softly. “You think that’ll stop me?” His eyes widen when the man takes a deep breath and leans over, burying his face in his belly, and blows a massive raspberry. The teen screams, releasing the blonde’s hands in favor of pushing at his head, especially when he takes another deep breath. “That’s better.” Izuku panics when fingers curl around his wrists and his arms are lifted back over his head, shaking his head when red feathers shoot up to keep them there, that’s cheating, so unfair. “And, for that little stunt, you get two minutes.”

“No! Wait—” The kid’s pleas are cut off by a loud scream, a finger wiggling in his belly button, and two fingers pinching at that spot right above his hip. He jerks harshly, tugging on his arms desperately, as his loud cackles fill the hero’s dorm room. “Wahahahhahahaait! Nohohohohohoho! Keheheheheheheei gihihihihihiiive mehehehehehehee ahahahahhahaaanother chahahahahhaance! Stohohohohohop! Stohohohohop!” (Wait! No! Kei give me another chance! Stop! Stop!)

“You get no second chances.” Keigo hums as he just relishes in the teen’s hysterical cackles. “None for you.” He shakes his head lightly. “Iktomi, that little shit, deserves no second chances. Take your punishment for breakin the rules. Take it like a man.”

Izuku snorts, and he laughs, because, oh my god, he made the kid snort. “Buhuhuhut I’m ahahahaha bohohohohoy!” (But I’m a boy!)

“I know.” He sings softly. “An incredibly ticklish boy too. I didn’t think anyone could be this bad. And then I met you.” The attack stops and the teen thinks he’s in the clear, oh, you poor soul, this bird plays with his food before he eats it. “Like, for example,” Izuku stares at the finger the hero holds up unblinkingly. “All I need is one finger and you’re completely done for.” The teen squeals loudly and arches his back sharply when he wiggles that single finger in his belly button. “See, just one finger, and you’re gone, just one.”

“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUUUUUT! Gehehehehheet ihihihihihit ohohohohout!” (Get it out!) The teen screams between uncontrollable cackling fits. “Pleheheheheheease! Pleeeeehehehhehehehehease Keheheheheheei! Gehehehehehet ihihihhihihit ohohohohohout! Ihihihihiit’s sohohohoho bahahahahhahaaad theheheheheheere! Geheheheheheet ihihihihit ohohohohohout!” (Please! Please Kei! Get it out! It’s so bad there! Get it out!)

“It’s bad here?” Keigo hums mockingly. “Just how bad is it, nestling?”

“Sohohohohoooo bahahahahahhahaad!” (So bad!) The boy wails. “Quehehehehhehestion! Aahahhahahahahahask! Nohohohohohoo mohohohohore! Ihihihihi cahahahahahaan’t!” (Question! Ask! No more! I can’t!)

“Okay, okay,” he gives one last wiggle and pulls his finger back, letting the teen pant and giggle for a few minutes, before returning to their game. “Owls live on every continent but one, which one?”

Izuku feels like he knows this one. “Antarctica!”

“Your button’s safe for now.” The hero tilts his head as he thinks of another. “Oh, I got one, about how many bird species are there in the world?”

“What’s with the number questions!” Izuku cries. “You know I don’t know those! That’s so wrong, Kei, on so many levels!”

He giggles frantically when a finger starts slowly circling around his belly button. “Clocks a tickin away.”

“Ohohoh gohohod! Oh god! I don’t know!” The teen wails frantically. “It’s gonna be wrong and you’re gonna go there and it’s gonna be soooo bad! I hate this game! Why did I agree to this!”

“I, for one, love it very much. Thirty seconds.”

“Uuuuuhhh! Oh god! Fuck! Fuuuuck!” He decides just to throw out a random number. “Eight thousand!”

There’s a pause, tester and hero stare at each other, one grinning while the other watches grimly, the suspense building.

He screams when the finger dips into his belly button and starts wiggling. “Eeerrr wrong answer!” The man digs in deep and the boy screeches, arms struggling against the feather holding them in place, and rocks from side to side as best as he can. “The answer’s over ninety-five hundred.”

“Thihihihis gahahahahahame fuhuhuhuhucking suhuhuhuhucks aahahahhahahaasssss!” (This game fucking sucks ass!) Izuku yells, squealing when the finger pulls out of his belly button, thankfully, and the hero claws his fingers into his belly instead, rocking up onto his left side when he focuses on the right side of his belly, and has immediate regret when the man holds him there and just spiders his fingers up and down his exposed side. “Baaahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahaahaaa aahhahahahahahahahahahaha stohohohohohohohop! Leheheheheheheheet gohohohohohohoo! Gohohohoho bahahahahhahaack!” (Stop! Let go! Go back!)

“Go back to your belly?” He’s pushed back down and ten fingers claw into his belly again. “Got it.”