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“The pleasure button”

Kinks: belly and belly button fetish 😌

Summary: A new employee quickly settles into her role, until the CEO disrupts her routine. Subtle flirtations escalate into secret messages, charged encounters and a moment alone in the archive room where tension turns physical. As desire blurs professional boundaries, her fascination with his stomach—leads to an intimate exchange neither of them saw coming.

Enjoy! Maybe i’ll make a part 2. ☺️

She had only been working in HR for two weeks, but it already felt like she belonged. Everything was running smoothly. She grasped the systems quickly, her colleagues were friendly and the coffee on the third floor was surprisingly decent.

But there was something—or rather, someone—who disrupted her sense of routine.

The CEO of the company.

He had that calm, controlled energy that didn’t demand attention but still pulled it like gravity. Early forties, always in a perfectly pressed shirt, defined jawline, blue eyes that rarely gave anything away. And yet it felt like he noticed everything. He wasn’t cold or standoffish—just intensely composed. Dangerously calm.

She’d warned herself a hundred times: keep it professional. You're imagining things. But then when he would say her name; in that deep, slow voice that lingered just a second too long.

One Tuesday afternoon, while she was knee-deep in a flow report, a message popped up on her screen.

[Unknown Number]

“Gray looks good on you today. But I suspect you'd stand out in anything.”

She smiled, a little caught off guard. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before replying.

[Her]

“I thought we were only here to look at numbers and spreadsheets?”

[The CEO]

“Some data points just stand out. Like you.”

It was short, innocent, but loaded. And that wasn’t the last time.

The next day

She walked into his office holding the printed report, trying to keep her pace steady and professional. He looked up from his laptop and gave her that usual calm, unreadable smile.

“Got a moment?” she asked, already halfway through the door.

“Always,” he said, leaning back in his chair. But then she noticed it; one of the lower buttons of his blouse had come loose. Just enough to reveal a subtle sliver of skin... and his belly button.

She tried not to stare. Really, she did. But it caught her so off guard. It was unexpected and oddly... cute.

Her cheeks flushed and she couldn't get one word out of her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” he said while resting both hands on his stomach.

“No,” she said too quickly. “No, I'm fine.." Everything’s… normal.” She cleared her throat, eyes darting anywhere but his midsection.

He tilted his head. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said again, still red. And then, impulsively—because the silence was unbearable—she added, “You just, uh… have a button open.”

He glanced down, then chuckled softly. “Ah. I see.”

She nodded. “Just… figured I’d mention it.”

He smirked. “Noted. Though I’m curious—was it distracting?”

She hesitated, then met his eyes, flustered but bold. “Let’s just say… a little… your belly but….” Then she stopped talking and blushed again.

“What about my belly button, honey?” He said.

“Nothing particular” she said.

“I doubt that,” he responded.

One week later: The archive room

He’d asked her to retrieve some archived personnel files. She found them quickly—but stayed a little longer between the dusty cabinets. When she heard his footsteps and the soft click of the door closing, it didn’t feel accidental.

“Already found them?” he asked, voice lower than usual.

She turned to face him. “Maybe,” she said slowly. “Or maybe I sensed someone would drop by.”

He stepped closer towards her. She took a step back. He was now too close, because her back was almost against the wall. She could smell his cologne—fresh, subtly spiced—and the silence between them grew heavier. Suddenly his stomach growled.

“Forgot to lunch?” She asked while her cheeks began to blush. The heat taking her over.

“Yes” he murmured. “I’m starving actually… for you”

She bit her lip but didn’t back down. “Maybe… you should eat something.” She said, slightly touching his covered stomach with two fingers.

His smile was slow, deliberate. “I should, but maybe you can help me with that.”

Then she opened a few buttons of his white blouse.

“Let me see that hungry belly. You have been teasing me all week”.

His blouse opened and it gave her a full view of his bare stomach. “So pretty” she said while slightly tickling over his midsection.

“Carefull woman," he said.

She traced a finger from his chest straight down to his belly button.

“What does this cute button do?” She questioned. She puts her finger into his button and starts playing around. The knot of his button was tight and soft. God she wants to kiss it so badly. He let out a soft moan. “Please… more” he said.

Those words made her feel lightheaded; He was actually liking this.

“Well, I would say this is a pleasure button”. She said smiling.

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These cute bellies! Get in line and I'll worship all your cute tummies🥰

Reblog if you have a men tummy or belly button fetish 💕

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Light tummy tickles

Anyone wants to get tickled like that ?😈

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Such a cute tummy, such a cute belly-button, such a cute giggle as I tickle the life out of them both.

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learing financial literacy with @eliankrios🔫

be honest, you're actually tired of me pulling it out over and over. i would be

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Everyone has a weakness…

(Idk who the artist is)

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Harumasa’s Interrogation

A/N: After I finished reading the amazing fic "Fanfiction" writen by none other than @lovelynim herself I got inspired to actually write the fanfic that is ft. in the story. I tried to stick to the original phrases as best as I could but I have to admit, that I changed some things here and there or added more lines in-between them. I hope you will forgive me that and book it as "artistic freedom". I'm very happy with the outcome and I guess I got a tiny bit too excited. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy it...

Words: 2,936 words under the cut

The room was dimly lit, a single lamp casting long shadows against the walls. Harumasa sat slumped in a wooden chair, arms bound to its sides with firm ropes that allowed little movement. You slowly paced around him, your soft footsteps echoing faintly in the enclosed space as you waited for the drug to wear off.

Harumasa groaned, blinking slowly as his head tilted upward as he tried to look around, only finding himself surrounded by darkness. You watched as your captive slowly regain his consciousness, his muffled groans barely making it past the improvised tape that had been pressed against his lips and his limbs moving restrained by the tightly tied ropes.

Confused, the ravenhead blinked a few times as he tried to recall what had happened. He could still remember that he was in a Hollow to investigate a certain criminal organization. At one point he got separated from the others of Section 6 and while engaging an Ethereal he had felt a sudden sting on his neck… and then everything got black.

He shook his head, now was not the right time, he had to get out of here. Where the hell was he anyway? A sudden moment caught his attention as you emerged out of the darkness and he felt a sudden pain as the tape covering his mouth was ripped off. “Ouch, the hell man!” he hissed under his erratic breathing and took some much-needed deep breaths.

“Finally awake, hmm? Don’t even try to call for help,” you said before he could even say another word, “we already took care of your colleagues. No one is coming to save you Asaba, you better speak and answer my questions… or you’ll have to take the consequences~” you laughed, looming over him like a dangerous animal.

Harumasa snorted, leaning his head back against the chair with an exaggerated eye roll. “Sigh Great, another dramatic villain speech. Let me guess, you’re going to threaten me with pain? Hate to break it to you, but I’ve been through worse. Do your worst, you’ll get nothing from me!”

You chuckled, circling behind him before leaning close. “Pain? Who said anything about hurting you, my dear Asaba? I have my own methods of making you talk~” you whispered, your lips suddenly dangerously close to one of his ears, your hot breath brushing against its shell, causing him to flinch and you to smile. That gave him pause.

His lips parted as he blinked in confusion, his bravado faltering for just a moment. “W-What? What else could you possibly-” “Oh Asaba,” you interrupted, as you circled around him once more, trailing a fingertip lightly across his shoulder and down his arm. His skin twitched at the unexpected sensation, though he quickly straightened, attempting to mask his reaction.

“…I’ve always been fond of you, I could never bring myself to hurt that pretty little face of yours, but… I still need to make you talk, right?” you mumbled, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. He tried to bend away, but the ropes didn’t give him much space to move.

“You know, I had my eyes on you since the first time you made your appearance. Ahh I still remember it as clearly as yesterday~ That day you came to Lumina Square after rescuing a little girl that got lost in a Hollow and when you saw me in the crowd you were twinkling at me, it made me realize that we were fated to meet!” you explained as you continued to circle around him like a shark surrounding its prey.

Harumasa tried to follow you with his gaze, twisting his head as a golden pair of eyes tried to follow each step you took, listening to your crazy story. "...So when that order came in I had to be the one to take it... and now here we are, just you and mehEhe..." you gushed with an almost dirty grin as you checked your watch.

"Haha, I got a bit carried away here... so where was I..." "Making me talk without hurting me you fu- pervert, how do you even want to do it, huh? Let. Me. Go… right now, and I won't arrest you!" he tried to gamble, knowing that it probably won't work anyways. “Like I said, I have my own methods of persuasion,” you answered, ignoring the rest of his words.

“Yeah, sure,” he scoffed, shifting uncomfortably, “and what exactly does that mean?” Instead of answering, you walked around to face him, your eyes gleaming with playful mischief as you sat on his lap. The astonishment in his eyes was priceless. Slowly, but deliberately, you reached out, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one.

Harumasa tensed, his breath hitching as the fabric parted to reveal more and more of his toned chest. “H-Hey, what are you- Get your hands… off me, you f-freak!” he stuttered, not liking where this was going.

‘’Why? Are you nervous? Feeling shy? Maybe there is something stuck at the back of your throat? Let me get it out for you~” you teased, enjoying the reactions your actions caused on the other… and you haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. “W-What the hell is this you pervert?” he spat, his voice hoarse but defiant.

“Interrogation, Asaba,” you replied with a smile, your tone carrying an air of amusement, “though not the kind you’re expecting.” “That-” “Shh,” you murmured, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him, “just sit back and relax Asaba. I promise this won’t hurt.” You examined his bare chest for a second, taking in the sight, before you set your plan at action.

You began to drag your fingers around his toned midriff, circling them around his navel before teasing his sides with light squeezes. You watched him tense up, sucking in his stomach, trying to avoid your touch. His muscles jumped beneath your fingers, his body instinctively pulling away. Seems that lucky was on your side.

“S-StoHop that,” he stammered, the first giggles already beginning to flow out of him. “Oh?” you teased, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “Are you…ticklish?” “What? No!” he snapped, a little too quickly. His cheeks flushed as he realized his mistake and his glare only deepened when you laughed softly.

You chuckled, fondly tickling the edge of his waist. “Come on my dear little Asaba, weren’t you taught that lying is bad…” you mocked, giving his hips a sudden squeeze and making him shriek in surprise. “AhAHAhh w-wahAhahit!” he laughed helplessly under your hands.

“You really have a cute laugh, I always wondered how it would sound like~” you philosophized while tracing the skin of his stomach again, leaving goosebumps wherever your fingers came across. “OHho… myHyhy GohoHod, stoHohoHop,” the other whined, stamping his feet to the ground as he squirmed as far as the ropes let him.

“Ticklish indeed, I bet you gonna love this~” you teased as you continued your exploration, encouraged by his reactions, and dug your fingers under his arms, squirming your way past his defenses and up into his hollows, despite his efforts into clasping his elbows to his torso.

“AhHAhhaha nHGhghgh, youou fuHucke… gehEhhet your h-hahaHands out of thHEehre!” Harumasa screamed, putting his entire energy into trapping your hands, forgetting that it only resulted in more tickling. “Hm, you seem pretty sensitive here, so why are you trying to trap me?~” you remarked, your fingers worming further in, digging into his flanks with gusto.

“CuHuhut it out,” he growled, though the shaky edge to his voice betrayed his growing discomfort, “t-this is soHoho stuUHhupid!” Ignoring his protests, you leaned in closer, your fingers continuing to dance lightly over his ribs, pressing softly in-between them.

“Then why are you laughing, dear? Are you actually enjoying when I’m doing this?” you asked and reached down to tickle his lowest ribs, ten fingers wiggling into the sensitive spots before trailing up his back with deliberate slowness, brushing over his spine and the sensitive spots just below his shoulder blades before returning the way they came.

The reaction was immediate - Harumasa’s breath hitched and he let out a strangled laugh, his body jerking against the restraints. “NoHOhOHOho! That’s not- haHahahaha! I sahHahaid cut it out, damn it!” he barked between gasping breaths. His hands formed to fists and he bite his lips, trying- and failing to keep his laughter in. “DahAhmn iHihit!”

Seeing this, you gently captured one of his hands and carefully forced it open, pinning it between your own as your fingertips began to dance over his palm and trace along the spaces between his fingers.

“Careful there, we don't want you to hurt those pretty hands of yours, after all they are significant for your fighting~" you giggled while your fingertips brushed over his and you couldn't hold back but to intervene your hands for a second. Harumasa’s giggles only grew louder and you had to smile as he returned your hold due to your tickles inside his hand.

“PfhFht w-whaHahaht kind of tickle torture eHeheven involves hands?” he whined, though the way his laughter spilled freely betrayed just how much it was getting to him. “Hmm a good question~” you began, letting go of the hand you were holding, only to grab his other one this time - much to his dismay.

“Probably those who include little cuties like you, I would say~ After all this tickles, right~” you asked, while your thumbs traced circles over his palm, rubbing into his skin. “Your hands are so soft… I didn’t expect that~” you mused and you could see him blush even further at your comment.

His entire face - even his ears - were as red as tomatoes by now - and you couldn't help but mention this fact. Letting go of his hand, your arm moved upwards. “You ears are quite red Asaba, are you feeling alright?” Harumasa glared at you shaking his head. “NohoHo, I’m noHohot,” he whined, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Leaning in close, you let your fingers lightly flick against the edges of his right ear, then gently traced along its sensitive curve, making it twitch. Harumasa froze for a split second before a high-pitched laugh escaped him, his shoulders scrunching up as if to protect himself.

“N-NoHot my ears! CoHohome on, that’s u-uHuhunfair!” he squealed, his cheeks glowing crimson as he squirmed under the playful attack. “Unfair you say, do you want me to change spots then?” you asked, all while continuing to rub and massage the sensitive skin of his earlobe. His attempts to shield himself from you were too adorable.

“NoOHohohoh- w-wahAhhit I meahHEehan yEheheehehs pleHEhehase!” he begged, tears of mirth streaming down his face. “Good, I suppose I’ll let it slide this time~” you mumbled and boobed his nose, “after all there are still so many spots left on you~” you added. “I swear, whEhehen I get out of this- hahAhahaha! I’ll…I’ll make you pay!”

“Oh, is that so?” you replied, smirking as you moved your hand lower, wiggling under his chin like you would scratch a cat. Harumasa’s laughter turned desperate, his head falling back as he struggled to catch his breath and you couldn’t help but to give his neck a little tease. “Coochie coochie coo~” “AhHAhaha I’m- ahAhahhaAHha I’m noHOhot a caHahaht!”

You couldn’t resist a chuckle of your own, marveling at how disarmed he seemed. “You’re way more cuter than a cat Asaba… and much more ticklish as well~” Harumasa cursed inside. That damn tickling was already bad enough but the teasing made it ten time worse.

“Don’t you dare cahAhlihing mEhehe cuHuter thahAhn a c-caHahat,” he warned, his glare lacking any real menace amidst his flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes. “Oh, I dare my cute little kitty cat~” you replied, before your fingers grazed the sensitive skin below his jaw once more. “No, no, noHoHOho-!”

“What’s wrong?” you asked innocently. “You’re not ticklish here too, are you?” “Yes- no! I mean, shuHuhut up! W-Why do you ehEhevn aHahsk mEHehhe?” he managed to say in-between his laughter.

“Because its funny~ Say do you want some more scratches~” you asked and the ravenhead’s eyes widened in panic as you wiggled your fingers just above the sensitive spot. “HahaHAHa! N-N-NoHoho, wahHAhahit! O-Okay, ohoHohokay, stop! Hahaha! I’ll…I’ll talk, I swear!” “Oh, now you want to cooperate?” you teased, your tone dripping with feigned disappointment.

“But we’re just getting started.” “HahAhah screHEhew you!” he blurted out and fell silent the same second. “W-WahAhit I diHihn’t mean to- nOHohohoho! AhAhhaAhah!” “Ahh and here I thought we could have a nice long talk now, you disappoint me Asaba~” you said, totally not disappointed that you could continue your silly game a bit longer.

Deciding to test another theory of yours, you had squatted by his side, brushing your fingers along the tops of his knees. Harumasa’s legs jerked instinctively, his laughter turning high-pitched as you squeezed just above his kneecaps. “Ah, so here too,” you noted with a grin, “you’re just full of surprises Asaba, a walking tickle spot~”

“I’m g-g-goHohohnna kill you…haHaha! I swear, I’ll…I’ll…hahaHaha!” His threats lost all weight as he dissolved into another fit of laughter, his body trembling from the relentless tickling with tears of mirth. “You’re gonna kill me, ehh? Are you sure you’re in the right position to make threats like that? We can’t have you getting all cocky now~”

Your fingers slid teasingly against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, earning a surprised gasp from Harumasa, quickly followed by uncontrollable laughter as you rubbed over it. His face turned into a deep shade of red as he squirmed helplessly by your hand.

“WahAhhaAha, ohOHho my GooHohod! Y-You’re suHucker!” he choked out, covering his face by burying it into his shoulder in a futile attempt to hide his blushing expression. “You said something?~” you mocked before your fingers slid dangerous close to the middle and you even dared to give the little bulge there a squeeze, causing him to moan.

“Nghgh, f-fucHuck…” he whispered, feeling his face burn. Why did his body react like that, he couldn’t be enjoying this treatment, right. His toes curled inside his shoes and he pressed his knees together, hoping that you wouldn’t dare to do it again. Seemingly, luck was on his side, as you seemed to be more interested into tickling him.

You even ignored his moan, not even commenting it. To be honest, you would’ve loved to continue this path, but you didn’t, even you had your principles, believe it or not. Instead, you paused for a moment, giving him a chance to catch his breath. Harumasa’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hair sticking to his forehead as he glared at you through half-lidded eyes.

“You done?” he panted, his voice hoarse but defiant. “Not quite,” you replied, your grin widening as you reached for his feet. Harumasa’s eyes widened in horror and he began thrashing against the ropes with renewed vigor, trying to kick you. “DoHon’t! PleHehease noHohot thEhehre!” he shouted, his voice tinged with genuine panic.

“AnahnythHihing buHuut thehere!” “Oh, I think I will,” you said with a chuckle, slipping off his first shoe, taking your time as you pulled the second one teasingly slow over his heel before letting it drop on the ground. “The best is saved for last~” you said before you grabbed both his feet in an armlock, not wasting another second.

Harumasa’s socked feet twitched as you ran a finger along his sole, earning a choked laugh from him. “HAhaHAhhah! StoHohop! AHHahAHAh! N-NoHohot there, I meHehehan it!” he cried, his laughter bordering on hysterical as you focused on his arches, heels and the spaces beneath his toes.

The soft fabric of his socks only amplified the sensation, leaving him helpless against your relentless attack. His toes curled as if they were trying to hide from your fingers but you didn’t need to exert a lot of strength to get under them, leaving him into hysteric giggles.

“EhEhehehe iIHit tiHihickles, noHoho!~” “Don’t hide them now… there much better~” you laughed as you focused on said spot under his toes, getting the best reactions out of the other. Harmausa didn’t know how long this torture was already going, but he was really reaching his limit right now.

This had to stop right now, or he might really lose it… and he was worried that the continued attention on his feet might cause an unwanted awakening on his already stimulated sword as well. That shouldn't happen!

“Okay, okay, haAhaHaha! You win! JuHuhust…stop already! PleHehease I proHohomise! FohoHor reHehal t-thiHis tiHIme!” he finally managed to gasp, his voice hoarse from laughter. Relenting at last, you stepped back, letting Harumasa slump against the chair. His cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled and his breathing uneven.

“T-Thanks…” he muttered, shaking his head as he tried to compose himself. “You’re welcome kitty cat~” you said with a smile as you got up and handed him a bottle of water with a straw you got from God knows where. Harumasa just rolled his eyes, not daring to object, eagerly drinking a few sips, already feeling a bit refreshed again.

He looked up at you, grinning. “Just wait until I’m out of these ropes. You’ll regret this.” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” you said with a laugh, leaving him to stew in his flustered, breathless state, “we have much to talk about…” You had a long night in front of you and who knows, maybe you might hear his laughter again sooner than expected…

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Katsuki Bakugou vs Blue Lignum - a tickling story (NSFW)

Yai, finally getting down to Bakugou! I’ve had this finished for nearly two weeks now, but for whatever reason I didn’t want to submit it. Again, this is fetsih smut used to smuggle in some KiriBaku fluff. It veeeery loosely follows a hurt-and-comfort trajectory. Sort of.

The same disclaimers as the Eijirou story apply. Also, SPOILERS WARNING! This story is not suitable for anime-only peeps… though I think you can just skip to the fourth paragraph in that case. If you do, what happens before that is simply that Eijirou and Katsuki have an appointment and try to meet midway, but Eijirou experiences a set back, so Katsuki decides to explore the area a little.

I have actually written tickling stats for all the BnHA characters I intend to write about (including for Eijirou’s story). I got the idea from a Deviantart user, hope he won’t mind - he hasn’t done BnHA characters anyway.

(I’m daft, forgot to tag @twomario and @lusustitillando for borrowing their Lignum again)

9,200+ words because I LIKE NARRATIVE CONTEXT, OK!? In any case, enjoy!

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[I am so, SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[I got that, shithead. Just hurry. ]

[ Usual spot? ]

[ Of course ]

Katsuki slipped the phone back in his pocket. Fuck Eijirou and his internship. Of course he was happy for him, but he felt he deserved one too. Probably more than Eijirou. Plus, it ended up absorbing a lot of his time, sometimes hijacking his Friday and Saturday nights completely. Friday was their night, and they were going to spend it together. No internship nonsense, no annoying classmates. But of course, Eijirou had to text him he’d have to stay for two more hours while he was in the tube, so he wouldn’t get the damn message until after the 45-minute ride.

That’s what I get for being nice and meeting him halfway, he thought; but he was peeved and disappointed, rather than angry. He did not regret coming.

Now what? Not a chance he was going back to the dorm. He could probably walk to the agency, but he’d have to wait around for 30 more minutes and there was nothing interesting in the area, only tons of restaurants. He chose to explore his surroundings for a little. He had pretended not to remember when Eijirou pointed it out, but the site of their appointment was where one of All Might’s most epic battles had taken place: the showdown against The Trembler, the earthquake-causing villain that had leveled three whole blocks and escaped the no. 1 hero twice. Plus, since even the buildings left intact by the mighty clash were abandoned, Katsuki could get affectionate with Eijirou without attracting stares. It’s all in your head, the redhead always told him, but the mere idea of someone watching the two of them turned Eijirou’s lips into sandpaper. At least nobody ever went there, except for the occasional hardcore All Might fanboy, but those he could generally send scurrying away with a glare and a small explosion.

Katsuki took the chance to try and reconstruct how the All Might vs. The Trembler fight had played out, walking in their faded footsteps. All Might’s office had located the villain in that abandoned shack… he had punched her through a wall and sent her crashing into the opposite building; she had hurled the café sign at him, but she had missed, and he had thrown her all the way into that warehouse’s wall…

A clanging sound caught Katsuki’s attention. It came from inside the abandoned warehouse. He thought he might have imagined it, but then he heard it again. Nobody had business being there, except maybe some small-time villain. Good, that meant he might get to fight. He was tired of being sidelined while everyone else was fighting criminals. He climbed over the rusty gate, silently making his way to the front door, half of which had been destroyed by one of The Quaker’s attacks. He gingerly peered inside.

The room was empty, except for a few metal cabinets that had been judged too broken to be worth moving and eventually forgotten, and a large, cylindrical figure. He slipped into the room and walked a few steps towards it, when his suspicions were confirmed. The stump-like exterior, the thick fluid inside, the stupid face carved into the wood whose eyes focused upon seeing Katsuki.

“Asami.”

It was Eijirou’s stupid pet/friend/personal tickle monster, someone Katsuki wanted to punch to splinters, and yet whom he was ever so slightly indebted to for certain parts of his relationship with Eijirou. The redhead had been the first to convince him tickling could be more than a humiliating weakness or a girly activity (Dude, do you even know what girls do?). He had shown him it could be pleasant. Katsuki had been hesitant at first, but he had gradually taken a liking to wrecking the redhead. He was genuinely astounded by how someone so obviously ticklish could have his most sensitive spots focused on for hours on end and not give in. When Katsuki had finally let Eijirou have a go at him, he lasted no more than 20 minutes – it was too damn embarrassing. Much to Katsuki’s own surprise, the perceived defeat made it so tickling became part of their foreplay, or more: he did not want to be bested in anything. He had learned new techniques from Eijirou, even read blogs and watched videos to improve; and although that had the positive effect of making Eijirou surrender sooner and get even hornier afterwards (provided Katsuki did not drive him over the edge in his devious attempts to get him to say the safeword – No, I don’t think I’m comfortable with ‘Deku sucks’. How about ‘Plus Ultra’?), he still could not come close to outlasting him, since it turned out Eijirou regulated the intensity of his tickling to match Katsuki’s.

As much as he hated to admit he liked something so childish and stupid and sissy-ish, it felt mad good at times. And when Eijirou took extra care of his feet, it was even better than when he had him completely disheveled, laughing and moaning at the same time… Great, he thought to himself as he felt his pants grow tighter. He knew what he wanted to do to Eijirou – and have him do – that night. So, the sooner he got rid of his annoying, perverted animal (?) sidekick, the better. He couldn’t help being cold towards Asamidori. Not only he would never let anyone but Eijirou tickle him, he could not shake off the feeling the Lignum was taking advantage of his gullible, way too good-hearted bo… Ei. That, and the thought of someone touching Eijirou drew him insane. But of course, the gooey bastard could not have just stayed. Well, he wasn’t going to put up with sharing Eijirou anymore. The creep could find some other enthusiastic lee to abuse.

“Listen,” he began, approaching the stump. “I’ve got no time for your nonsense, so piss off. Eijirou ain’t coming, and if I catch you around him, I’ll burn you to…”

He cut his sentence short when he realized it wasn’t the shadows: the goo on top of the Lignum and pooling at its sides was not teal-colored. It was blue. Moreover, the front part of its trunk did not sport big, endearing eyes and a kind smile, but had a perfectly cold, straight line for a mouth, and piercing yet apathetic eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” asked Katsuki, raising his crackling hand in front of him. It was only then that he saw part of the goo had leaked into the drain. Before he could take a step back, the blue ichor surged from beneath the grid he was standing on, enveloping his legs in an iron grip.

“You fucker!” Katsuki shouted, aiming an explosion right at the Lignum’s face. Despite the distance, the blast retained enough power to crack the wooden surface right open. Goo spilled copiously from the fractures, pooling between the boy and the monster.

“Take that! I’ve had enough of sludge bastards attacking me!”

With his legs immobilized, not even his fast reflexes could save him. The goo that had spread on the floor instantaneously formed into tendrils and shot at him, avoiding his defensive explosions, shackling his wrists and overpowering him, bending his arms, forcing his palms to face his own body. How could a mass of snot be so damn strong? And smart enough to figure out the nature of his Quirk in a moment, too!

The goo pieced the broken parts of the trunk back together, and the impassive face was staring at him again; only this time it was scarred, blue droplets leaking here and there, and its eyes were ever so slightly warped into a frown.

“You did not like that, uh? Get ready for more, you piece o’ turquoise shit!” Katsuki yelled, but by that point he was only trying to stall. He had to figure out a way to free his hands, quickly. Or…

Completely unfazed by his attempt to turn a color into an insult, the Lignum split its trunk open, and a gelatinous wave crashed down on Katsuki. He attempted to resist, but the goo dragged him along, returning into its original container without the grip on his hands becoming any weaker. Katsuki kicked at the fluid, swung his legs at the trunk, to no avail. He screamed curse upon curse as the wood planks closed around him and the Lignum floated him to the surface, his ankles and wrists below the surface, fists kept balled to seal off his Quirk.

“You bastard, let me go!” the blonde kept cussing as he attempted to twist and turn. A layer of the goo began to come off, inflating until it enveloped the top of the Lignum like a bubble.

“What’s the big idea, you dumb shit?” spouted Katsuki. The empty reverberation of his voice gave him the answer. He could yell and shout all he wanted, the bubble would dampen any noise he could make. Tendrils began to rip his shirt open, unveiling his chiseled physique. When every last piece of fabric had left his upper body, the wood around him bent with a moan, pushing the small of his back upwards so as to stretch his trunk to the most without hurting him. Of course, Katsuki did not pause to take note of the Lignum’s care and kept pouring a torrent of profanities on it. He knew what was going to happen; he knew why the monster wanted his belly nice and stretched out; and he was afraid he would be unable to resist.

He shivered when two blue hands squeezed his sides, but no sound escaped his lips. The hands squeezed again, fruitlessly. Katsuki would have liked to see the monster’s dumb face.

“Yeah, I’m not ticklish, dipshit,” he exclaimed maliciously. The hands solidified into brushes, but not even those managed to coax so much as a chuckle out of the blonde. Maybe his luck did not suck after all. That his sides, generally the area most subjected to the ticklish whims of some shithead with a death wish, were not really sensitive had always helped him pretend tickling had absolutely no effect on him. Eijirou had been the first not to buy that in years. Shielded by his Quirk, he had conducted rigorous examinations of his upper body as well as… as everywhere else. But Katsuki had no qualms about blasting that gelatinous freak. All he needed was an opening. He wiggled his fingers as the brushes gave way to a hard contraption reminiscent of a backscratcher, ineffective as the tools that preceded it.

Now if I can…

Katsuki cried out in laughter when the backscratchers moved from his flanks to his abs without warning. The wooden claws stopped for a brief moment, then scratched again. The blonde did his best to hold in the stream of guffaws that wanted nothing more than pouring out of him. He bit into the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. No, no, no…

He was restrained so well he did not need to keep himself from bucking, but he could not suppress the snorts that accompanied every glide of the tools over his skin. Their paths were repetitive, up and down his midriff in parallel lines. They sank and rose as they traced the curves of his prominent abs, like Eijirou did with his fingers when he admired his body; only, Katsuki was not feeling any sort of pride at that moment. The Lignum suddenly increased the pressure, and a burst of cackling laughter spilled out.

“MPH- STOHOHOHOHO YOU FUCK!”

Although he could not see any part of it except for the backscratchers, he was sure the Lignum was gloating. It switched to teasing each pad of his muscles thoroughly, varying the amount of pressure from feather-like to almost painful, then focused on the interstices between them and their contours. Katsuki sputtered and groaned. Despite his best efforts, he could not stop the laughter. The monster treated his stomach like an object of curiosity, or, he realized with a shadow of panic, an experiment. It could detect the slightest variations in the pitch and volume of his laugh, the involuntary contractions of the muscles beneath the skin. Katsuki felt no playfulness from the monster: only methodical single-mindedness. It lingered on his stomach much, much longer than it had on his flanks, and the blonde’s useless attempts to fight back had the sole effect of stretching that time even further.

Suddenly as it had begun, the tickling ended. Katsuki kept snickering and snorting for a few moments, spiting his weakness. He immediately pulled his legs and arms with renewed vigor, but the damn sludge did not let go. If he could only pry his fingers free… wait, would he be able to ignite his sweat? Was there enough oxygen inside the monster? Now that it was focusing on his navel, first circling it with a feather, then slipping a pointed tendrils inside it, and finally a brush, he could devote his full attention to the task of unclenching his fists, the stimulation only causing mild shivers.

Below his scrunched brow, he detected an irregularity in the surface of the bubble. At first he thought the darker streaks indicated a structural weakness he could somehow exploit, but upon closer inspection, he noted they were arranged in lines. Paragraphs.

Sides: 5

Abs (overall): 8.5

Navel: 5

The bastard is keeping tally! And he wanted him to know it! Katsuki did not think his fury could mount any higher, but boy, had he been wrong. He wanted to snap every single splinter of wood that made up the freak’s skeleton, paint the storehouse with its blue innards, set every part of its body ablaze… A new line appeared.

Ribs:

Katsuki’s eyes bulged. It had wasted less than half a minute on his knothole. The wood creaked again, and Katsuki found himself plunged waist-deep into the blue ooze. An irresistible force raised his arms above his head, bending his arms so his hands were behind his nape, locking his biceps and wrists into pillar of goo. His ribs and armpits were stretched taut and perfectly vulnerable, an easy prey for the two hands that advanced slowly towards his chest.

“Stay away from me, you fuck! I’ll kill- MPH!”

He clenched his teeth when two warm digits poked at his lower ribs. It didn’t tickle that much yet, but he did not want to give the monster the satisfaction of letting it hear a single chuckle. The resolution became much harder to keep when twelve other fingers – Shapeshifting bastard! – began to crawl up and down his ribcage. Katsuki tried to double over, but the restraints held him in place. The unreleased laughter came out as an embarrassing high-pitched squeal. He tried to stifle that too, but when the fingertips solidified into points, he lost control.

“BASTAHAHAHAhahahard! DAMN IT! Let mehihi go!”

They scratched slowly, sometimes moving at unison, others going each in a different direction, keeping Katsuki guessing; some followed the curve of his ribs all the way behind his back, lingering on a moderately sensitive spot right below his scapulae. When they ran out of ribcage to test, they suddenly moved up to his armpits, focusing right in the center of the hairless hollows. Cackles gave way to full-blown laughter.

“YOU FUCKER, YOU DAHAHA HEHEHEHEH CUT IT OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!”

He knew he must have sounded pathetic, making threats when he couldn’t keep a straight face, let alone move. He sucked in his stomach and pulled at the restraints with all his strength, but his arms did not budge one inch. His reddening nooks remained perfectly accessible to the Lignum, who had taken to tickling their surface more evenly. It replaced some of the points with softer appendages – more durable and smaller than feathers, more… bristle-like? Katsuki could not tell which were worse, both tools were very effective on different spots. Had it not been for the goo in-between, his nails would have drawn blood from his palms. He felt so incredibly frustrated. The dam had been broken, there was no holding the laughter in now. For the first time, he wondered if he really would be able to escape before the tickling got too intense. He had seen what Asami could do, and he did not want to find himself in that position, especially not when the one working him over seemed to be so much more skilled than the Teal Lignum. And besides, why did it have to be tickling? The single most stupid…

His thought was cut off by the tentacles retracting. In spite of himself, he glanced at the writing on the bubble:

Ribs: 7

Armpits: 8

The monster probably used it to keep track, but the blonde convinced himself it was there only to add to his humiliation, to remind him how sensitive he was, and make him cower with anticipation when he read the name of a spot he knew to be especially ticklish in. The epiphany made his blood boil. He would not let that anger go. He would let it grow with his shame, and then channel it all in the biggest-ass explosion the fucker had ever seen…

A shiver unlike any other trickled down his spine, spreading throughout his whole body and pooling above his sacrum. A tentacle beyond his field of vision, warm, wet and slimy, much too similar to a tongue for Katsuki’s tastes, had caressed the back of his neck. He flailed his head, but, predictably, the restraints around his wrists extruded an appendage that stuck to his hair, making it impossible for him to move without tearing whole chunks of it. Increasingly disgusted, primarily with the Lignum, but also with himself, he could do nothing as the tentacle circled around his neck, sliding past his jugular and traveling upwards as soon as it reached his Adam’s apple, following the outline of his jaw. Another tentacle appeared, mirroring the path of the first. Katsuki could prevent himself from moaning, but not from shivering, the hair on his nape standing upright at every pass over a sensitive point.

“C- Cut that… shit out, fuck munch!”

The slimy appendages did not stop; instead, two more appeared. With the corner of his eye, he saw them emerge from the goo locking his elbows, descending parallel to his humeri. He expected them to dig into his armpits and pulled harder at his restraints, but they didn’t. They curved slightly. Their tiny fingers, slick as the tentacles teasing his neck, lightly pinched and rolled his nipples. Katsuki bit his lower lip; if from pleasure or to remain silent, he did not want to ponder. Yet, slowly but surely, every touch echoed closer and closer to his groin. As much as he wanted to pretend it was some awkward movement giving him that impression, part of him knew it wasn’t his position that was making his pants feel tighter.

Again, the Lignum seemed to respond to his thoughts, though not to his wishes, unless the most primal ones, as it started to fiddle with the durable fabric. Katsuki felt tendrils slide down his waist, past his thighs, along his calves; but he protested only by trying to twist and kick, as useless at that was, because he was wary of what his voice might betray when his hardened nipples were being toyed with so masterfully. And possibly worse yet, every single fake lick summoned images of a loved redhead in his mind, the first to use his body in which he alone could not. Could he blame that on the Lignum too?

Neck: 4.5

Nipples: 6.5

With a triumphant ripping sound that somehow traveled unadulterated through the blue ichor, the monster tore Katsuki’s pants and shoes off him. He became aware of the nakedness of muscular legs, utterly powerless in the goo as strong as a single, massive muscle. He would have feared what was going to come much more if he had not expected him from the start. The goo restraining his arms sucked him downwards, so he ended up lying flat on his back on the surface. His naked thighs were pushed apart and his legs lifted upwards, knees bent at a 90 degree-angle. His calves were almost fully enveloped in blue gelatin, while his ankles, just above the edge of his white ankle-socks, were locked into rings of wood padded with goo. Without giving him time to brace himself, two large prongs emerged, squeezing each of his kneecaps repeatedly, but Katsuki had no reaction outside of a surge of curses. The prongs retracted quickly, as if the Lignum had expected it.

Kneecaps: 4

“Yeah, that’s right asshole, we’re done here! Unhand me this fucking instant!”

When he saw the monster was making a move towards the black of his underwear, Katsuki went back to stringing curses together full-force.

“You motherfucking piece of disgusting shit, don’t you dare touch me, don’t you dare, I’ll kill you!” he screamed. However, the four hands stopped short of the fabric; instead, they dug right into the meat of his firm thighs. Katsuki bucked as explosive laughter escaped his lips, unprecedented electricity running up his legs. Ten fingers kneaded the smooth skin at the center of his thighs with ease, while the other pair of hands wriggled on the underside of his thighs, reaching all the way down to the base of his buttocks.

The lower half of his body was so much more ticklish than the upper half, and he had hoped to break free before the Lignum could find out; but now it was grabbing at his quadriceps and letting go, grabbing and let it go as it approached Katsuki’s groin and the blonde’s laughter grew in pitch.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL Y- CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHEHN IHIHIHIHIT! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The impossibly smooth fingers slid under his boxers like they weren’t even there, reaching the juncture. A fragment of him found that erotic. After the previous stimulation, the proximity to his genitals roused unwanted anticipation in him. The Lignum lingered on his thighs longer than Katsuki thought he could tolerate, his uncontrolled guffaws lapsing into wheezes on a few occasions. When the Lignum finally ripped off his boxers, Katsuki felt his skin was moist, and not just from sweat.

Thighs: 9, the bubble mocked him.

The blonde could have really used a breather at that point; however, the monster turned two hands into soft brushes and immediately took to scrubbing the spot where his legs joined his groin, and another one right below his scrotum. That latter spot was particularly maddening; and also arousing.

“SSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

His shoulders glued to the surface of the Lignum, Katsuki could see little of what the Lignum was doing, although he certainly felt its effects. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, and trying to blink them away only made them fall. When an additional hand began to scratch gently at his testicles, an actual plea escaped the blonde’s lips: “PLEEHEHEHASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHA FUHAHAHACK YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The Lignum was supremely unaffected. The small fingers feathering his balls moved from one side to behind his sack. Although the difference was not that big, Katsuki’s laughter lost its last growling notes and transitioned into unconditional, forced hilarity; and as he cackled his head off, he could feel his cock swell and harden on his belly.

The Lignum seemingly took notice as well, because the tickling stopped; however, Katsuki, still enveloped in the electrical cloud of phantom sensations, did not realize it until he felt something touch his shaft. Three tentacles were approaching his member, and they seemed to be transforming. Each of them produced a feather, but it was shaped into a ring.

Thanks to his boyfriend’s sick fetish, Katsuki knew tickling, and knew what happened to the male body after an orgasm. Before he had begged by mistake; now, however begrudging it was, his request was intentional. “No. Don’t. Don’t… DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” he yelled, dread fueling his rage and allowing him to ignore the toll yelling took on his now parched throat.

The Lignum’s sole response was latching the three rings around his manhood simultaneously: one just above the base, one right in the middle, and one around the head. As soon as the impossibly soft plumes touched his skin, Katsuki gasped loudly, then found himself unable to speak, as if he could will the stasis to continue through silence. One by one, the three rings started moving up and down ever so slightly. The blonde roared as laughter shook his body anew.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha Q- Quihihihit ihihihihi! HahahaHAHAha!”

It wasn’t as bad as before, but the fact the stimulation was not just pure torture made it all the more unbearable for his already wounded pride. He laughed and writhed, pre-cum soaking the first two rings in no time; and every little movement of his only caused the plumes to trail along his skin. Why couldn’t it just feel excruciating? Why did it also have to feel so good? What the heck was wrong with him for feeling like that? Five minutes into the tickling, a light sheen of perspiration had covered his whole body. Laughter began to grow steadily more infrequent as moans replaced it.

He was close. He was hating every single moment, yet he was so close to bursting. Had the Lignum continued for only one more minute, Katsuki was not sure what would have happened; thankfully, and yet somehow frustratingly, the feathers eventually withdrew. He had outlasted its interest in experimenting. No, he immediately realized, that was incorrect. The monster had already learned everything it wanted. It had no intention of getting him off yet. Data was all it wanted, for the moment.

Buttocks: 8.5

Anus: 9.5

Perineum: 9

Scrotum: 9

Penis: 8

Katsuki wasn’t stupid. He knew what came next. Despair crept up on him when he felt the goo around his ankles shift.

He was embarrassed by his feet. Creamy white, slender digits but slightly large toes, moderately wide arch. He hated how a single poke could reduce him to a giggling mess. His family humiliated him like that when he was a kid. Even motherfucking Deku did, once. Katsuki still remembered the beating he had given him. It was no coincidence he had not taken his shoes off during the cavalry battle at the Sports Festival. It was when, months after moving into the dorms, he had caught himself walking around the common room barefoot that he had started to realize he was not mind living around his classmates as he thought. And now a blue bastard was going to use his ridiculous, much loathed and pretty much literal Achilles’ heel to crush him. He knew he could not take it, physically or mentally. And yet, there was nothing he could do to prevent the monster from tying his toes back, stretching his sole taut and keeping it perfectly still.

“Don’t do it,” he ordered, but he sounded nervous rather than threatening. “If you touch me, I swear I’ll… PPPFFFF!”

He was cut short by a single tendril drilling into the center of his left heel. Every single muscle in Katsuki’s jaw tensed. This time he was not letting himself get defeated. The tendril flowered into a small hand, whose fingers also traced the contours of his heel. High-pitched noises escaped Katsuki’s mouth, but he was not letting go… not until a second hand appeared on is right heel too, doing the exact same thing. Less than five seconds later, he was already laughing. The reaction became more violent as soon as the hands moved slightly upwards, digits spidering all over his arch.

Heel: 8

Arch: 9

Why did he keep looking? Was he curious? Was he hoping the Lignum would somehow miss that his feet were a bundle of ticklish nerves? When the fingers reached the balls of his feet, Katsuki exploded. All attempts at composure thrown out of the window, he laughed hysterically, beads of sweat spraying from his hair.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOHOHOHO! P-PLE- I’LL KIL- BASTAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARD ENOUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAGH!””

Evidently captivated, the Lignum experimented with all manners of pressure and speed, on a scale that went from “very intolerable” to “absolutely intolerable”. Katsuki had no idea how long it took it to have its fill, but he was certain he had never been subjected to anything half as torturous. He was almost relieved when the digits climbed up to his toes, but it was a fleeting moment: the agony barely decreased at all. The impossible fingers could get small enough to scratch and pinch at his undersides, especially just below the pads, and also slip between one toe and another to test the skin that only Eijirou in his kinkier moments had ever touched.

And just like that, when Katsuki thought he could not take it anymore – again – the hands retracted. He had no time to rejoice, however, because the goo around his toes hardened. Wood? Wait, it’s also soft? What…? His train of thought was derailed by ten tiny circular brushes, one for the pad of each of his toes, started  spinning in unison. That was unexpected. Massively unexpected. He tried uselessly to scrunch his toes, but they weren’t budging. The brushes could covered the whole surface of each pad, as if they had been made for that exact job: drawing every single ounce of desperate thrashing and laughing. Which they were.

Katsuki glanced up, waiting for the moment that final score would appear. It might mean he’d catch a breather. Resting was all he could think about: the thought of escaping was nowhere to be found  in his overwhelmed mind at that moment.

Balls: 10.5

Toes: 10

Tips: 9.5

He was too frantic, too exhausted to even feel outraged at that 10.5. It was going to stop any second. But it didn’t. Without stopping the spinning brushes, the Lignum submerged the whole surface of Katsuki’s once pale, now red and raw feet to an onslaught of probing fingers and tentacles. Poking his heels, raking at his arches, wriggling on the balls, feathering along and between his toes. Katsuki’s laughter rose to soprano levels for a single instant before going silent, eyes and mouth wide open; then, it exploded anew, lower-pitched but even louder, more desperate.

Even though he knew it would have had no effect , he would have begged, BEGGED for it to stop if he only could have gotten a single word out, because it had become apparent to whatever reason was left in him he was helpless before the sensation. His head felt light, his throat and chest hurt, and yet he could not stop the laughter from pouring out. How long could that thing keep going? Would it ever stop? He could not break free. Was someone even coming for him? Would someone come eventually?

The countless fingertips did not relent their assault, bombarding his heels, toes, arches, the balls of his feet, GOD, the balls… And as if to prove there always would be worse to come, they all metamorphosed at once. Spinning brushes between the balls and the instep, but not even those were as bad as the backscratchers working on the ball right below each of his big toes. The thin points seemed to reach a whole new layer of nerves which would have made the stimulation unbearable on its own, and beyond agony when the rest of his blasted sensitive feet were getting the monster’s undivided attention. The tips of his toes… the underside… the balls…

He laughed, wheezed and screamed, what little was left of his resistance serving only to tire him more quickly. The spinning brushes and fingers glided even more easily on his smooth skin as he kept sweating. The rest of his body did not exist, it was only an electrical pathway that connected his inhumanly sensitive feet to the laughter the Lignum craved, and was so exceptionally devious at eliciting. Except… No. Not again.

He was feeling an ache, and it wasn’t his burning diaphragm or irritated throat, or any of the well-defined muscles the prolonged tickling had turned to sore jelly. It had taken Eijirou a long time to find just the right tool and pressure to unlock that secret, but the monster did it in minutes. Every single poke below his big toes propagated to his now fully erect manhood, as if the patches of skin were connected. The tip painted pre-cum on his abs as he wiggled however little he could to evade the devastating sensations from his feet. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, he did not see the blue hand until it wrapped around his cock. He was already so horny the pressure alone caused his laughter to cease for a second, before he was plunged back into the hell of bristles and gooey digits unleashed on his soles. As the hand began to move up and down, Katsuki was so overwhelmed all thought stopped.

I know what you want, asshole, and you’re not getting it.

But even as he thought that, he felt the urge build inside him. And although he didn’t want to give that satisfaction to the damn tree, he also wanted to let himself go. Show the bastard it was not getting him let the best of him, and beat it up afterwards. But no, he was second-guessing himself. He was losing.

The tickling continued, the hand pumped, and Katsuki was annihilated between pleasure and mirth. He looked down just in time to catch glimpse of two small brushes emerging from the hand. They started to spin only one instant before coming in contact with his head. The bristles spread the pre-cum all over the tip, lingering right underneath his glans, where the pleasure was at its peak. They stroked and polished the tip, teasing the retracted foreskin, until the whole lower half of Katsuki’s body felt like a single, undivided fog of tickling and the sweet agony that precedes ecstasy, feet and penis, tickling, so much, all over…

Katsuki groaned when he shot the first drops of burning, which were promptly intercepted and absorbed by the Lignum. That was the sound he most often made, the signal of all his pretension and inhibitions leaving him at once, for a few, immense seconds of bliss, but now it only expressed his inability to react any other way.  Neither the pleasure nor the mirth became less intense in those minute-like instants; if anything they both increased. However, by the time the former ended, the latter showed no signs of diminishing at all. Katsuki should not have been surprised. That sensation had been lodged into his brain since the time Eijirou had let his finger pads run teasingly on his thighs right after he had rolled off him, both of them naked and panting on the sweat-soaked sheets; but the torment the Lignum had just put him through had thwarted his rationality.

The magnified tickling sealed his definitive breaking. He no longer cared about how he looked, he just wanted out. The Lignum was taking him to limits he did not know he had, and beyond. He prayed at least the post-climax haze of sensitivity would dissipate soon, but “soon” meant very little by then. The Lignum scrubbed, feathered and scratched, and every second lasted twenty. Soon, Katsuki dissolved into a giggling mess too exhausted to resist in any way, fight and thought tickled out of him.

Just when he thought he was about to pass out, the various appendages retracted. He did not notice immediately, phantom touches still causing him to giggle weakly. The grip on his legs slackened, causing them to flop down onto the surface of the Lignum. The ankle restraints still prevented him from moving them, but he did not even attempt to. The Lignum stretched them, relieving the stiffness of his thighs. Against his better judgment, Katsuki fooled himself into believing his ordeal was over. However, he quickly had to accept that the Lignum was simply changing his restraints again, and that it was taking its sweet time so he would not faint. It even wanted him not to feel pain, probably so that it would not get in the way of the desperate laughter it craved. The monster wanted to make the most of every second, depriving him of the luxury of falling into an unresponsive slumber.

The Lignum locked his hands behind his head again, elbow pointing outwards and upwards. Then, it forced him to sit up, legs stretched and wide apart, toes released, although Katsuki feared the latter was only a temporary improvement.

“Listen, fuck- Hey. Let me – ah – go. You got what you – ah – wanted,” he panted, looking through the blue goo at the face carved on the trunk. The monster did not even look like it was paying attention.

“I couldn’t – ah – fight you now anyway. Just… enough,” he said, but he knew he was begging. He did not care. He could redeem himself. He could hunt down the fuck munch and destroy it later on. What he could not do was endure any more tickling, and part of him suspected what he had suffered was only the beginning, now that the Lignum knew everything about his body. But the restraint did not budge. Instead, the surface of the goo began to shift again.

“People will come soon, you dipshit!” Katsuki lied, growing anxious. “Just let me go!”

Although he wasn’t outright begging, making concessions felt more natural than promises of violence he had neither the physical nor the mental strength to carry out. He could not win every fight. Nobody would have stood a chance against that monster by themselves. But that did not help keep his fear in check as several tendrils emerged and reached for his upper body.

“EIJIROU!!” he screamed the moment before four backscratchers made contact with his ribs. He immediately became aware the sensitivity from his orgasm had not worn out yet; or maybe it was the new tool, or the sweat making his skin easier to glide on, or that the Lignum had broken through his resistance, or everything together, but the rib-tickling was worse than before.

Katsuki reared his head back as forced mirth and fear drowned out his feelings of powerlessness. Where was Hair-for-brains? He had to suspect something was off if he was not at the appointed place! He knew he wouldn’t blow him off without so much as a text… right?

Fingers and spinning brushes invaded his hollows, the former digging into the center, the latter hovering at the edges, were less pressure was needed, while rectangular brushes of all sizes, from as small as a thumbnail to as large as a hairbrush, danced on his glistening six-pack. Katsuki went haywire, smitten by sheer numbers.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH QUIT IHIHIHIHIHIHT HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

No more kiddy gloves. The Lignum was finally targeting multiple spots at once, and Katsuki had been made painfully aware that the worst were still missing from the count. The fingers in his armpits changed tactics from time to time, while the other tools moved around at irregular intervals, all to make sure he wouldn’t get used to the sensation. Two more appendages, hybrids between feathers and tendrils, also began to dust his nipples, adding a new layer to the assault on his sanity.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I SAID NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!”

Countless more hands emerged to tease every square inch of his thighs, the back of his knees, even his buttocks. Only when Katsuki was gasping for air did it send even more fingers to gently trace his balls and feet, but lazily, tauntingly, almost as if it wanted him to know it was still not giving it its all. Katsuki’s nervous system, however, was far too hectic for the mockery to affect him.

Unbeknownst to him,  the Blue Lignum was much more selective than the Teal, and it also grew bored of its victims if they were too easy to reduce to a giggling mess. It might have spared Katsuki the second round of torture had it not been for  the fact he cracked its trunk and he kept trying – and failing – to cling to a semblance of dignity and resistance. The usually impassionate Lignum was getting a good kick out of this subject, and it intended to keep him until he broke completely. The hero in training could not have known what was passing through its mind, but his body was telling him a very similar story.

“FAHAHAHAHACK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y- YOU DIPSHIHIHIHIHIHIT - NOT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHES!”

Hybrid tentacles identical to those feathering his nipples began to caress his limp cock oh-so-ticklishly and skillfully. It was pure torture, and yet, combined with the nipple, ball and thigh teasing, it made hard again in seconds. The touches remained light, so frustratingly light that Katsuki unconsciously tried to buck his hips a few times. This time, it was fully intentioned to control his orgasm, and determined the blonde had a long way to go to earn it. To make that point, it increased the intensity of the ball and foot tickling, throwing in a few spinning brushes for good measure. Katsuki went absolutely ballistic, managing to form only the few letters of the insults that whirled about in his mind.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP BAAAAAAHAHAHAST-! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FAHAHAHAUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUC-! LEAVE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALOHOHOHOHONE ASSHOHOHOHOHO- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !”

But the Lignum was in perfect control of his nervous system, and it was pushing almost every button on his body to make sure he stayed positively frantic, while edging him closer and closer to another climax. Katsuki finally wished the Lignum would hurry up and finish him off, so maybe everything would end… but no, even if it didn’t, he just wanted that embarrassing yearn to leave him, he wanted to shoot it out… but the monster was taking its time, with a thoroughness that reeked of malice. The Lignum was dedicating extra attention to his feet and other erogenous zones, bringing back the neck tickling too. Overrun by two unbearable sensations, Katsuki’s spirit cracked.

“EHEHEHEHNOUGH PL- GHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAH! PLEHEHEHEHASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Had he been lucid, he still wouldn’t have been able to tell if his “please” meant “let me go” or “let me cum”; if his “no” , aimed at everything and everyone, meant “stop” or “faster”. His defenses obliterated, he was tempted to believe the only demonstration of strength he had left was to give himself over to pleasure, to enjoy whatever he could, to take the satisfaction of ravaging him away from the Lignum; however, the superheroes that populated his ideals, that he impossibly strived after, would not let him, sneered at him, even though he had no other choice. It was in this state of exhausted conflict that he became aware of the painful throbbing in his manhood. He was at his limit, but even then, the Lignum showed him no mercy. A single feather ran along his asscrack, while the backscratchers fully focused again on that spot, on that point between the arch and the ball of his feet that sent an irresistible mix of agonizing tickling and pleasure coursing through his body. For the final act, the six tendrils around his cock solidified into small brushes, scrubbing the head, base, shaft with that supernatural gentleness that  awoke every single nerve, like a vibrating cloud.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA F- FUCK! FAAAAAAAACK!”

Katsuki came again almost immediately, an undercurrent of relief washing over him as the terrible tension in his manhood was replaced by an intense wave of pleasure that made even the tickling feel not so terrible… that is, until the ecstasy washed off and the increased sensitivity remained. Then, it was hell again as his feet, armpits and privates shouted their ticklish feedback in his head.

Please, just stop, PLEASE! he wanted to cry out, but simply couldn’t. He felt like he was sinking… no, wait, he was really sinking! The tickling paused for a moment as Katsuki’s legs began to sink below the blue surface, followed by his hips. Panic gripped him. He had seen what had happened to Eijirou inside of Asami, and that creepy tree had been his friend. If he went down there, completely at the monster’s mercy, he would be lost.

No more.

Katsuki let out a cracked scream of rage and, with the strength of the outraged, managed to momentarily overpower the monster. The tendrils holding his arms in place snapped, the goo still around his hands so he couldn’t use his explosions, but that was not his focus. The blonde’s fingers made it through the azure bubble and clutched the edge of the trunk. Tendrils shot up his arms, and he could feel his whole lower body being pulled towards the center of the bath, but he was not letting go. But the monster was so, so strong, and he could not bend his arms… At the apex of desperation, without even realizing what he was doing, he sank his teeth into the blue gel. The Lignum froze. Its grip was no weaker than before, but it was no longer pulling.

I hurt him! Katsuki thought triumphantly, and plunged his teeth into the ichor a second time, and a low shook the Lignum’s fluid body. He chewed with unbridled, savage glee. Too late did he notice that the face carved on the trunk was staring at him. Its expression was no longer neutral: it was smirking devilishly. The goo in Katsuki’s mouth shot down his throat before he could spit it out. The blonde gagged and spat, to no avail. The substance had reached his stomach. As soon as it did, he felt a heat of sort radiate from his belly and propagate to the rest of his body, from the tip of his toes to his scalp; and then, his limbs grew heavier. Not just his limbs: everything below his neck felt as though stuffed with lead, growing heavier by the second. He did not feel the sense of exhilaration Eijirou mentioned. The chemicals in this monster were meant to incapacitate him, nothing else.

The goo around his hands still blocking his explosions, he pulled himself towards the trunk with all the strength he had left. If he didn’t get out there and then, he’d soon lose the ability to ever leave. He grabbed the edge with both hands, trying to hoist himself up. But the Lignum was not letting go. It had been mere seconds since his orgasm, and his nerve endings were still on full alert; coupled with his arms being stretched, that made his underarms an exceedingly easy target.

“NOOOOHOHOHO STAY AWAHAHAHHAY BAAHAHAHAHSTARD!”

Fingers on his ribs, chest, swarming all over his belly; holding onto the trunk would have been hard enough with his normal levels of sensitivity, but after an orgasm, and after the Lignum’s toxin had begun to kick in, the effort was nothing short of titanic.

“GAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALOHOHOHOHONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCKEHEHEHEHEHR!”

And then he felt them. Digits, or tendrils, hitting his inhumanly sensitive feet, torturously stroking the hypersensitive head of his spent cock, crawling on every square inch of his submerged lower body. There was no way he could do it. He lost his grip with the right hand, and the whole arm was immediately pulled under. Right then, a shadow appeared on the threshold, rendered jagged by a familiar mass of shitty hair.

“HEEEEEEEEELP! HEHEHEHEHHELP!” Katsuki boomed at the top of his impressive lungs; then, his fingers lost strength. The last thing he saw before his head went under was a most frightening sight, his soft boyfriend turning into a spiky abomination and charging with terrific fury. He squeezed his eyes shut as his full body underwent the indiscriminate tickling, fearing that Eijirou would be captured too…

The tickling stopped at once as a massive crack opened into the trunk. A sharp hand grabbed Katsuki’s wrist, pulling hard.

Get back! Katsuki tried to warn him, but the goo, despite allowing him to breath, did not seem to carry sound well. Eijirou would have been immune to the monster’s touches for as long as his Hardening lasted, but the Lignum could just suck him in and wait it out. You idiot! You’ll get stuck too!

And as he had predicted, the trunk split open and the ooze spilled out, freeing engulfing Eijirou as well. “Blast…! Blast…!” the redhead was screaming, shielding his face from the ichor. He grabbed Katsuki’s other hand, scraping the goo off his palm, but what good was it? He couldn’t move at all, and the blue fluid was already about to envelop them. Before they were fully submerged, Eijirou managed to press Katsuki’s hand against his chest, keeping his palm dry.

“BLAST ME!” the blonde finally heard him scream, and he understood. Without a second’s hesitation, Katsuki channeled his full power in his hands.

There was a blinding flash, a deafening bang, and Katsuki hit a hard, cool surface, but he barely noticed. He stood up on one knee, wobbling, palms raised and ready to attack again; but nothing was moving. There wasn’t a single drop of goo left, while splinters of wood lay scattered and burning all over the warehouse. The paralysis seemed to be gone too. He almost fired a blast when an upturned metal shelf was thrown into the air. An immense sense of relief overtook him when he saw the familiar red spikes emerge from the pieces. Eijirou looked around the room frantically. As soon as his eyes locked with Katsuki, he bolted forth at breakneck speed.

“KATSUKI!!!” he screamed, voice rugged and ears ringing from the fumes and the bang of the explosion. The blonde could not understand a single word he was trying to say as he checked him for signs of injury all over. He weakly pushed Eijirou back. He could take no more humiliations.

“Hello? Is anybody in there?”

Katsuki gave a start. Someone must have heard the blast and come to check. Soon police and reporters would be everywhere. Not only he was buck naked, he had been subdued by a slime-using bastard for the third time. He could not deal with any of it. He scrambled towards the wall behind him, but saw no exit. When he turned around, he glimpsed Eijirou kicking his beanbag in his direction before running out through the front door.

“Don’t come in! I’m a hero intern under…”

As Eijirou bought him time, Katsuki pulled his hero costume out of the beanbag and hastily put on the black pants. His legs were stiff and sore, his hands trembling, but he managed somehow. Eijirou came back mere seconds afterwards.

“They’re calling the police,” he announced. “I told them I saw someone suspicious sneak in and that they attacked us with a fire Quirk,” he added, pointing to the burnt remnants of what was once a black and crimson sweater.

In other circumstances, Katsuki would have gotten mad that Eijirou had lied to shelter him from embarrassment, as if he was some weakling who needed protection; or, since that was Eijirou after all, he might have even thanked him for it. However, he was too overwhelmed to do either thing, and simply nodded. He nearly gave a start when he looked up at Eijirou’s face. His nose was running and his eyes were the most pitiful shade of red.

“What the actual f…”

“I’m sorry!” the redhead yelled in his face, waterworks full on.

“Why are you…”

“I- I can’t help thinking that maybe this is s- somehow connected to Asami, and I told you about him, and- and…”

His meltdown was punctuated with sobs so desperate Katsuki expected his guts to spill out of his mouth any moment.

“…and I- now I’m being selfish, ‘cause I’m crying after what you just went through, but I was so w- worried, I didn’t even know what was happening to you…”

“Ok. Clam it,” Katsuki ordered, clasping both hands around his face tightly. Miraculously, the gasps stopped at once.

“Look. You are the most helpless emotional wreck, and you held it together for those snoops. You were great.”

“But…”

“Even before that. I thought your stupid ass had jumped into that monster without a plan, but you came up with one in no time.”

The redhead seemed to have regained some semblance of composure. Katsuki went on: “ Yeah. It sucked. It made me feel… I don’t want to feel like that ever again. But you came. We’re both fine and the bastard’s dead; and if it’s not, I’ll kill it as soon as it rears its shitty head.”

He paused for a moment. The tears had stopped too. “And you will have a hell of a lot of effort to put into making me forget that thing ever showed me hell, because I sure as hell am not going to let the fucker scar me. You have to one-up him ten times, one hundred times, how many times it takes, until tonight will feel boring.”

The redhead went from confused to bewildered. “You mean…?”

“How dense can you be? I mean you put those kinks of yours to good use and tickle the shit out of me until that bastard is out of my head forever. Got it?”

He never would have managed to utter those words under ordinary circumstances. Eijirou magic, no other explanation. He could draw forth his honest self through a maze of self-imposed limitations.

A massive smile engulfed the redhead’s face, so bright it eclipsed his concern, because he could sense Katsuki’s resolve was genuine; then, the smile quivered as new tears filled his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare…” Katsuki tried to admonish him before being cut off by a hug so tight one could have thought Eijirou was trying to push himself into his skin.

“You’re the best,” Eijirou sobbed in his ear.

“Yeah. I know,” Katsuki whispered back after a moment’s hesitation. “You don’t suck either.”

He allowed himself to lean into the embrace. That was another great thing about the redhead’s hugs: disgustingly clingy as he was, they were never for him alone. They held him close to people he cherished while supporting them at the same time. They confessed his weakness at the same time that they promised he’d be strong enough to keep his loved ones from harm. They made Katsuki feel both needed and safe. He knew he could be reborn ten times over, and he wouldn’t come remotely close to being half as good at that shit as Eijirou. And, maybe most surprising of all, he wasn’t envious.

He could feel the redhead’s steadying pulse through his temples. It was so blissfully soothing. He wanted nothing more than crawl into bed and disappear into Eijirou’s chest. Then he could finally accept the comfort the redhead could only put into gestures, since he knew Katsuki would silence him if he spoke; no matter how much he wanted to need him, and tell him so. Eijirou would pick him up from the abyss of shame he felt and make him believe he could grow into the best hero of his generation again. Which he was going to be, no matter how many defeats he had to suffer through to get there. It had been tough picking up the pieces in the past when he only had himself to rely on; but if someone as incredible as Eijirou had faith in him, then he could only have been right all along.

“You’re so, so strong,” the wonderful voice was murmuring, drawing comforting circles on his back like magic glyphs.

“I know that too,” Katsuki replied. He was starting to believe it again.

[theticklemask117]

Katsuki Bakugou vs Blue Lignum - a tickling story (NSFW)

Yai, finally getting down to Bakugou! I’ve had this finished for nearly two weeks now, but for whatever reason I didn’t want to submit it. Again, this is fetsih smut used to smuggle in some KiriBaku fluff. It veeeery loosely follows a hurt-and-comfort trajectory. Sort of.

The same disclaimers as the Eijirou story apply. Also, SPOILERS WARNING! This story is not suitable for anime-only peeps… though I think you can just skip to the fourth paragraph in that case. If you do, what happens before that is simply that Eijirou and Katsuki have an appointment and try to meet midway, but Eijirou experiences a set back, so Katsuki decides to explore the area a little.

I have actually written tickling stats for all the BnHA characters I intend to write about (including for Eijirou’s story). I got the idea from a Deviantart user, hope he won’t mind - he hasn’t done BnHA characters anyway.

(I’m daft, forgot to tag @twomario and @lusustitillando for borrowing their Lignum again)

9,200+ words because I LIKE NARRATIVE CONTEXT, OK!? In any case, enjoy!

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[I am so, SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[I got that, shithead. Just hurry. ]

[ Usual spot? ]

[ Of course ]

Katsuki slipped the phone back in his pocket. Fuck Eijirou and his internship. Of course he was happy for him, but he felt he deserved one too. Probably more than Eijirou. Plus, it ended up absorbing a lot of his time, sometimes hijacking his Friday and Saturday nights completely. Friday was their night, and they were going to spend it together. No internship nonsense, no annoying classmates. But of course, Eijirou had to text him he’d have to stay for two more hours while he was in the tube, so he wouldn’t get the damn message until after the 45-minute ride.

That’s what I get for being nice and meeting him halfway, he thought; but he was peeved and disappointed, rather than angry. He did not regret coming.

Now what? Not a chance he was going back to the dorm. He could probably walk to the agency, but he’d have to wait around for 30 more minutes and there was nothing interesting in the area, only tons of restaurants. He chose to explore his surroundings for a little. He had pretended not to remember when Eijirou pointed it out, but the site of their appointment was where one of All Might’s most epic battles had taken place: the showdown against The Trembler, the earthquake-causing villain that had leveled three whole blocks and escaped the no. 1 hero twice. Plus, since even the buildings left intact by the mighty clash were abandoned, Katsuki could get affectionate with Eijirou without attracting stares. It’s all in your head, the redhead always told him, but the mere idea of someone watching the two of them turned Eijirou’s lips into sandpaper. At least nobody ever went there, except for the occasional hardcore All Might fanboy, but those he could generally send scurrying away with a glare and a small explosion.

Katsuki took the chance to try and reconstruct how the All Might vs. The Trembler fight had played out, walking in their faded footsteps. All Might’s office had located the villain in that abandoned shack… he had punched her through a wall and sent her crashing into the opposite building; she had hurled the café sign at him, but she had missed, and he had thrown her all the way into that warehouse’s wall…

A clanging sound caught Katsuki’s attention. It came from inside the abandoned warehouse. He thought he might have imagined it, but then he heard it again. Nobody had business being there, except maybe some small-time villain. Good, that meant he might get to fight. He was tired of being sidelined while everyone else was fighting criminals. He climbed over the rusty gate, silently making his way to the front door, half of which had been destroyed by one of The Quaker’s attacks. He gingerly peered inside.

The room was empty, except for a few metal cabinets that had been judged too broken to be worth moving and eventually forgotten, and a large, cylindrical figure. He slipped into the room and walked a few steps towards it, when his suspicions were confirmed. The stump-like exterior, the thick fluid inside, the stupid face carved into the wood whose eyes focused upon seeing Katsuki.

“Asami.”

It was Eijirou’s stupid pet/friend/personal tickle monster, someone Katsuki wanted to punch to splinters, and yet whom he was ever so slightly indebted to for certain parts of his relationship with Eijirou. The redhead had been the first to convince him tickling could be more than a humiliating weakness or a girly activity (Dude, do you even know what girls do?). He had shown him it could be pleasant. Katsuki had been hesitant at first, but he had gradually taken a liking to wrecking the redhead. He was genuinely astounded by how someone so obviously ticklish could have his most sensitive spots focused on for hours on end and not give in. When Katsuki had finally let Eijirou have a go at him, he lasted no more than 20 minutes – it was too damn embarrassing. Much to Katsuki’s own surprise, the perceived defeat made it so tickling became part of their foreplay, or more: he did not want to be bested in anything. He had learned new techniques from Eijirou, even read blogs and watched videos to improve; and although that had the positive effect of making Eijirou surrender sooner and get even hornier afterwards (provided Katsuki did not drive him over the edge in his devious attempts to get him to say the safeword – No, I don’t think I’m comfortable with ‘Deku sucks’. How about ‘Plus Ultra’?), he still could not come close to outlasting him, since it turned out Eijirou regulated the intensity of his tickling to match Katsuki’s.

As much as he hated to admit he liked something so childish and stupid and sissy-ish, it felt mad good at times. And when Eijirou took extra care of his feet, it was even better than when he had him completely disheveled, laughing and moaning at the same time… Great, he thought to himself as he felt his pants grow tighter. He knew what he wanted to do to Eijirou – and have him do – that night. So, the sooner he got rid of his annoying, perverted animal (?) sidekick, the better. He couldn’t help being cold towards Asamidori. Not only he would never let anyone but Eijirou tickle him, he could not shake off the feeling the Lignum was taking advantage of his gullible, way too good-hearted bo… Ei. That, and the thought of someone touching Eijirou drew him insane. But of course, the gooey bastard could not have just stayed. Well, he wasn’t going to put up with sharing Eijirou anymore. The creep could find some other enthusiastic lee to abuse.

“Listen,” he began, approaching the stump. “I’ve got no time for your nonsense, so piss off. Eijirou ain’t coming, and if I catch you around him, I’ll burn you to…”

He cut his sentence short when he realized it wasn’t the shadows: the goo on top of the Lignum and pooling at its sides was not teal-colored. It was blue. Moreover, the front part of its trunk did not sport big, endearing eyes and a kind smile, but had a perfectly cold, straight line for a mouth, and piercing yet apathetic eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” asked Katsuki, raising his crackling hand in front of him. It was only then that he saw part of the goo had leaked into the drain. Before he could take a step back, the blue ichor surged from beneath the grid he was standing on, enveloping his legs in an iron grip.

“You fucker!” Katsuki shouted, aiming an explosion right at the Lignum’s face. Despite the distance, the blast retained enough power to crack the wooden surface right open. Goo spilled copiously from the fractures, pooling between the boy and the monster.

“Take that! I’ve had enough of sludge bastards attacking me!”

With his legs immobilized, not even his fast reflexes could save him. The goo that had spread on the floor instantaneously formed into tendrils and shot at him, avoiding his defensive explosions, shackling his wrists and overpowering him, bending his arms, forcing his palms to face his own body. How could a mass of snot be so damn strong? And smart enough to figure out the nature of his Quirk in a moment, too!

The goo pieced the broken parts of the trunk back together, and the impassive face was staring at him again; only this time it was scarred, blue droplets leaking here and there, and its eyes were ever so slightly warped into a frown.

“You did not like that, uh? Get ready for more, you piece o’ turquoise shit!” Katsuki yelled, but by that point he was only trying to stall. He had to figure out a way to free his hands, quickly. Or…

Completely unfazed by his attempt to turn a color into an insult, the Lignum split its trunk open, and a gelatinous wave crashed down on Katsuki. He attempted to resist, but the goo dragged him along, returning into its original container without the grip on his hands becoming any weaker. Katsuki kicked at the fluid, swung his legs at the trunk, to no avail. He screamed curse upon curse as the wood planks closed around him and the Lignum floated him to the surface, his ankles and wrists below the surface, fists kept balled to seal off his Quirk.

“You bastard, let me go!” the blonde kept cussing as he attempted to twist and turn. A layer of the goo began to come off, inflating until it enveloped the top of the Lignum like a bubble.

“What’s the big idea, you dumb shit?” spouted Katsuki. The empty reverberation of his voice gave him the answer. He could yell and shout all he wanted, the bubble would dampen any noise he could make. Tendrils began to rip his shirt open, unveiling his chiseled physique. When every last piece of fabric had left his upper body, the wood around him bent with a moan, pushing the small of his back upwards so as to stretch his trunk to the most without hurting him. Of course, Katsuki did not pause to take note of the Lignum’s care and kept pouring a torrent of profanities on it. He knew what was going to happen; he knew why the monster wanted his belly nice and stretched out; and he was afraid he would be unable to resist.

He shivered when two blue hands squeezed his sides, but no sound escaped his lips. The hands squeezed again, fruitlessly. Katsuki would have liked to see the monster’s dumb face.

“Yeah, I’m not ticklish, dipshit,” he exclaimed maliciously. The hands solidified into brushes, but not even those managed to coax so much as a chuckle out of the blonde. Maybe his luck did not suck after all. That his sides, generally the area most subjected to the ticklish whims of some shithead with a death wish, were not really sensitive had always helped him pretend tickling had absolutely no effect on him. Eijirou had been the first not to buy that in years. Shielded by his Quirk, he had conducted rigorous examinations of his upper body as well as… as everywhere else. But Katsuki had no qualms about blasting that gelatinous freak. All he needed was an opening. He wiggled his fingers as the brushes gave way to a hard contraption reminiscent of a backscratcher, ineffective as the tools that preceded it.

Now if I can…

Katsuki cried out in laughter when the backscratchers moved from his flanks to his abs without warning. The wooden claws stopped for a brief moment, then scratched again. The blonde did his best to hold in the stream of guffaws that wanted nothing more than pouring out of him. He bit into the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. No, no, no…

He was restrained so well he did not need to keep himself from bucking, but he could not suppress the snorts that accompanied every glide of the tools over his skin. Their paths were repetitive, up and down his midriff in parallel lines. They sank and rose as they traced the curves of his prominent abs, like Eijirou did with his fingers when he admired his body; only, Katsuki was not feeling any sort of pride at that moment. The Lignum suddenly increased the pressure, and a burst of cackling laughter spilled out.

“MPH- STOHOHOHOHO YOU FUCK!”

Although he could not see any part of it except for the backscratchers, he was sure the Lignum was gloating. It switched to teasing each pad of his muscles thoroughly, varying the amount of pressure from feather-like to almost painful, then focused on the interstices between them and their contours. Katsuki sputtered and groaned. Despite his best efforts, he could not stop the laughter. The monster treated his stomach like an object of curiosity, or, he realized with a shadow of panic, an experiment. It could detect the slightest variations in the pitch and volume of his laugh, the involuntary contractions of the muscles beneath the skin. Katsuki felt no playfulness from the monster: only methodical single-mindedness. It lingered on his stomach much, much longer than it had on his flanks, and the blonde’s useless attempts to fight back had the sole effect of stretching that time even further.

Suddenly as it had begun, the tickling ended. Katsuki kept snickering and snorting for a few moments, spiting his weakness. He immediately pulled his legs and arms with renewed vigor, but the damn sludge did not let go. If he could only pry his fingers free… wait, would he be able to ignite his sweat? Was there enough oxygen inside the monster? Now that it was focusing on his navel, first circling it with a feather, then slipping a pointed tendrils inside it, and finally a brush, he could devote his full attention to the task of unclenching his fists, the stimulation only causing mild shivers.

Below his scrunched brow, he detected an irregularity in the surface of the bubble. At first he thought the darker streaks indicated a structural weakness he could somehow exploit, but upon closer inspection, he noted they were arranged in lines. Paragraphs.

Sides: 5

Abs (overall): 8.5

Navel: 5

The bastard is keeping tally! And he wanted him to know it! Katsuki did not think his fury could mount any higher, but boy, had he been wrong. He wanted to snap every single splinter of wood that made up the freak’s skeleton, paint the storehouse with its blue innards, set every part of its body ablaze… A new line appeared.

Ribs:

Katsuki’s eyes bulged. It had wasted less than half a minute on his knothole. The wood creaked again, and Katsuki found himself plunged waist-deep into the blue ooze. An irresistible force raised his arms above his head, bending his arms so his hands were behind his nape, locking his biceps and wrists into pillar of goo. His ribs and armpits were stretched taut and perfectly vulnerable, an easy prey for the two hands that advanced slowly towards his chest.

“Stay away from me, you fuck! I’ll kill- MPH!”

He clenched his teeth when two warm digits poked at his lower ribs. It didn’t tickle that much yet, but he did not want to give the monster the satisfaction of letting it hear a single chuckle. The resolution became much harder to keep when twelve other fingers – Shapeshifting bastard! – began to crawl up and down his ribcage. Katsuki tried to double over, but the restraints held him in place. The unreleased laughter came out as an embarrassing high-pitched squeal. He tried to stifle that too, but when the fingertips solidified into points, he lost control.

“BASTAHAHAHAhahahard! DAMN IT! Let mehihi go!”

They scratched slowly, sometimes moving at unison, others going each in a different direction, keeping Katsuki guessing; some followed the curve of his ribs all the way behind his back, lingering on a moderately sensitive spot right below his scapulae. When they ran out of ribcage to test, they suddenly moved up to his armpits, focusing right in the center of the hairless hollows. Cackles gave way to full-blown laughter.

“YOU FUCKER, YOU DAHAHA HEHEHEHEH CUT IT OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!”

He knew he must have sounded pathetic, making threats when he couldn’t keep a straight face, let alone move. He sucked in his stomach and pulled at the restraints with all his strength, but his arms did not budge one inch. His reddening nooks remained perfectly accessible to the Lignum, who had taken to tickling their surface more evenly. It replaced some of the points with softer appendages – more durable and smaller than feathers, more… bristle-like? Katsuki could not tell which were worse, both tools were very effective on different spots. Had it not been for the goo in-between, his nails would have drawn blood from his palms. He felt so incredibly frustrated. The dam had been broken, there was no holding the laughter in now. For the first time, he wondered if he really would be able to escape before the tickling got too intense. He had seen what Asami could do, and he did not want to find himself in that position, especially not when the one working him over seemed to be so much more skilled than the Teal Lignum. And besides, why did it have to be tickling? The single most stupid…

His thought was cut off by the tentacles retracting. In spite of himself, he glanced at the writing on the bubble:

Ribs: 7

Armpits: 8

The monster probably used it to keep track, but the blonde convinced himself it was there only to add to his humiliation, to remind him how sensitive he was, and make him cower with anticipation when he read the name of a spot he knew to be especially ticklish in. The epiphany made his blood boil. He would not let that anger go. He would let it grow with his shame, and then channel it all in the biggest-ass explosion the fucker had ever seen…

A shiver unlike any other trickled down his spine, spreading throughout his whole body and pooling above his sacrum. A tentacle beyond his field of vision, warm, wet and slimy, much too similar to a tongue for Katsuki’s tastes, had caressed the back of his neck. He flailed his head, but, predictably, the restraints around his wrists extruded an appendage that stuck to his hair, making it impossible for him to move without tearing whole chunks of it. Increasingly disgusted, primarily with the Lignum, but also with himself, he could do nothing as the tentacle circled around his neck, sliding past his jugular and traveling upwards as soon as it reached his Adam’s apple, following the outline of his jaw. Another tentacle appeared, mirroring the path of the first. Katsuki could prevent himself from moaning, but not from shivering, the hair on his nape standing upright at every pass over a sensitive point.

“C- Cut that… shit out, fuck munch!”

The slimy appendages did not stop; instead, two more appeared. With the corner of his eye, he saw them emerge from the goo locking his elbows, descending parallel to his humeri. He expected them to dig into his armpits and pulled harder at his restraints, but they didn’t. They curved slightly. Their tiny fingers, slick as the tentacles teasing his neck, lightly pinched and rolled his nipples. Katsuki bit his lower lip; if from pleasure or to remain silent, he did not want to ponder. Yet, slowly but surely, every touch echoed closer and closer to his groin. As much as he wanted to pretend it was some awkward movement giving him that impression, part of him knew it wasn’t his position that was making his pants feel tighter.

Again, the Lignum seemed to respond to his thoughts, though not to his wishes, unless the most primal ones, as it started to fiddle with the durable fabric. Katsuki felt tendrils slide down his waist, past his thighs, along his calves; but he protested only by trying to twist and kick, as useless at that was, because he was wary of what his voice might betray when his hardened nipples were being toyed with so masterfully. And possibly worse yet, every single fake lick summoned images of a loved redhead in his mind, the first to use his body in which he alone could not. Could he blame that on the Lignum too?

Neck: 4.5

Nipples: 6.5

With a triumphant ripping sound that somehow traveled unadulterated through the blue ichor, the monster tore Katsuki’s pants and shoes off him. He became aware of the nakedness of muscular legs, utterly powerless in the goo as strong as a single, massive muscle. He would have feared what was going to come much more if he had not expected him from the start. The goo restraining his arms sucked him downwards, so he ended up lying flat on his back on the surface. His naked thighs were pushed apart and his legs lifted upwards, knees bent at a 90 degree-angle. His calves were almost fully enveloped in blue gelatin, while his ankles, just above the edge of his white ankle-socks, were locked into rings of wood padded with goo. Without giving him time to brace himself, two large prongs emerged, squeezing each of his kneecaps repeatedly, but Katsuki had no reaction outside of a surge of curses. The prongs retracted quickly, as if the Lignum had expected it.

Kneecaps: 4

“Yeah, that’s right asshole, we’re done here! Unhand me this fucking instant!”

When he saw the monster was making a move towards the black of his underwear, Katsuki went back to stringing curses together full-force.

“You motherfucking piece of disgusting shit, don’t you dare touch me, don’t you dare, I’ll kill you!” he screamed. However, the four hands stopped short of the fabric; instead, they dug right into the meat of his firm thighs. Katsuki bucked as explosive laughter escaped his lips, unprecedented electricity running up his legs. Ten fingers kneaded the smooth skin at the center of his thighs with ease, while the other pair of hands wriggled on the underside of his thighs, reaching all the way down to the base of his buttocks.

The lower half of his body was so much more ticklish than the upper half, and he had hoped to break free before the Lignum could find out; but now it was grabbing at his quadriceps and letting go, grabbing and let it go as it approached Katsuki’s groin and the blonde’s laughter grew in pitch.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL Y- CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHEHN IHIHIHIHIT! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The impossibly smooth fingers slid under his boxers like they weren’t even there, reaching the juncture. A fragment of him found that erotic. After the previous stimulation, the proximity to his genitals roused unwanted anticipation in him. The Lignum lingered on his thighs longer than Katsuki thought he could tolerate, his uncontrolled guffaws lapsing into wheezes on a few occasions. When the Lignum finally ripped off his boxers, Katsuki felt his skin was moist, and not just from sweat.

Thighs: 9, the bubble mocked him.

The blonde could have really used a breather at that point; however, the monster turned two hands into soft brushes and immediately took to scrubbing the spot where his legs joined his groin, and another one right below his scrotum. That latter spot was particularly maddening; and also arousing.

“SSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

His shoulders glued to the surface of the Lignum, Katsuki could see little of what the Lignum was doing, although he certainly felt its effects. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, and trying to blink them away only made them fall. When an additional hand began to scratch gently at his testicles, an actual plea escaped the blonde’s lips: “PLEEHEHEHASE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHA FUHAHAHACK YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The Lignum was supremely unaffected. The small fingers feathering his balls moved from one side to behind his sack. Although the difference was not that big, Katsuki’s laughter lost its last growling notes and transitioned into unconditional, forced hilarity; and as he cackled his head off, he could feel his cock swell and harden on his belly.

The Lignum seemingly took notice as well, because the tickling stopped; however, Katsuki, still enveloped in the electrical cloud of phantom sensations, did not realize it until he felt something touch his shaft. Three tentacles were approaching his member, and they seemed to be transforming. Each of them produced a feather, but it was shaped into a ring.

Thanks to his boyfriend’s sick fetish, Katsuki knew tickling, and knew what happened to the male body after an orgasm. Before he had begged by mistake; now, however begrudging it was, his request was intentional. “No. Don’t. Don’t… DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” he yelled, dread fueling his rage and allowing him to ignore the toll yelling took on his now parched throat.

The Lignum’s sole response was latching the three rings around his manhood simultaneously: one just above the base, one right in the middle, and one around the head. As soon as the impossibly soft plumes touched his skin, Katsuki gasped loudly, then found himself unable to speak, as if he could will the stasis to continue through silence. One by one, the three rings started moving up and down ever so slightly. The blonde roared as laughter shook his body anew.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha Q- Quihihihit ihihihihi! HahahaHAHAha!”

It wasn’t as bad as before, but the fact the stimulation was not just pure torture made it all the more unbearable for his already wounded pride. He laughed and writhed, pre-cum soaking the first two rings in no time; and every little movement of his only caused the plumes to trail along his skin. Why couldn’t it just feel excruciating? Why did it also have to feel so good? What the heck was wrong with him for feeling like that? Five minutes into the tickling, a light sheen of perspiration had covered his whole body. Laughter began to grow steadily more infrequent as moans replaced it.

He was close. He was hating every single moment, yet he was so close to bursting. Had the Lignum continued for only one more minute, Katsuki was not sure what would have happened; thankfully, and yet somehow frustratingly, the feathers eventually withdrew. He had outlasted its interest in experimenting. No, he immediately realized, that was incorrect. The monster had already learned everything it wanted. It had no intention of getting him off yet. Data was all it wanted, for the moment.

Buttocks: 8.5

Anus: 9.5

Perineum: 9

Scrotum: 9

Penis: 8

Katsuki wasn’t stupid. He knew what came next. Despair crept up on him when he felt the goo around his ankles shift.

He was embarrassed by his feet. Creamy white, slender digits but slightly large toes, moderately wide arch. He hated how a single poke could reduce him to a giggling mess. His family humiliated him like that when he was a kid. Even motherfucking Deku did, once. Katsuki still remembered the beating he had given him. It was no coincidence he had not taken his shoes off during the cavalry battle at the Sports Festival. It was when, months after moving into the dorms, he had caught himself walking around the common room barefoot that he had started to realize he was not mind living around his classmates as he thought. And now a blue bastard was going to use his ridiculous, much loathed and pretty much literal Achilles’ heel to crush him. He knew he could not take it, physically or mentally. And yet, there was nothing he could do to prevent the monster from tying his toes back, stretching his sole taut and keeping it perfectly still.

“Don’t do it,” he ordered, but he sounded nervous rather than threatening. “If you touch me, I swear I’ll… PPPFFFF!”

He was cut short by a single tendril drilling into the center of his left heel. Every single muscle in Katsuki’s jaw tensed. This time he was not letting himself get defeated. The tendril flowered into a small hand, whose fingers also traced the contours of his heel. High-pitched noises escaped Katsuki’s mouth, but he was not letting go… not until a second hand appeared on is right heel too, doing the exact same thing. Less than five seconds later, he was already laughing. The reaction became more violent as soon as the hands moved slightly upwards, digits spidering all over his arch.

Heel: 8

Arch: 9

Why did he keep looking? Was he curious? Was he hoping the Lignum would somehow miss that his feet were a bundle of ticklish nerves? When the fingers reached the balls of his feet, Katsuki exploded. All attempts at composure thrown out of the window, he laughed hysterically, beads of sweat spraying from his hair.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOHOHOHO! P-PLE- I’LL KIL- BASTAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARD ENOUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAGH!””

Evidently captivated, the Lignum experimented with all manners of pressure and speed, on a scale that went from “very intolerable” to “absolutely intolerable”. Katsuki had no idea how long it took it to have its fill, but he was certain he had never been subjected to anything half as torturous. He was almost relieved when the digits climbed up to his toes, but it was a fleeting moment: the agony barely decreased at all. The impossible fingers could get small enough to scratch and pinch at his undersides, especially just below the pads, and also slip between one toe and another to test the skin that only Eijirou in his kinkier moments had ever touched.

And just like that, when Katsuki thought he could not take it anymore – again – the hands retracted. He had no time to rejoice, however, because the goo around his toes hardened. Wood? Wait, it’s also soft? What…? His train of thought was derailed by ten tiny circular brushes, one for the pad of each of his toes, started  spinning in unison. That was unexpected. Massively unexpected. He tried uselessly to scrunch his toes, but they weren’t budging. The brushes could covered the whole surface of each pad, as if they had been made for that exact job: drawing every single ounce of desperate thrashing and laughing. Which they were.

Katsuki glanced up, waiting for the moment that final score would appear. It might mean he’d catch a breather. Resting was all he could think about: the thought of escaping was nowhere to be found  in his overwhelmed mind at that moment.

Balls: 10.5

Toes: 10

Tips: 9.5

He was too frantic, too exhausted to even feel outraged at that 10.5. It was going to stop any second. But it didn’t. Without stopping the spinning brushes, the Lignum submerged the whole surface of Katsuki’s once pale, now red and raw feet to an onslaught of probing fingers and tentacles. Poking his heels, raking at his arches, wriggling on the balls, feathering along and between his toes. Katsuki’s laughter rose to soprano levels for a single instant before going silent, eyes and mouth wide open; then, it exploded anew, lower-pitched but even louder, more desperate.

Even though he knew it would have had no effect , he would have begged, BEGGED for it to stop if he only could have gotten a single word out, because it had become apparent to whatever reason was left in him he was helpless before the sensation. His head felt light, his throat and chest hurt, and yet he could not stop the laughter from pouring out. How long could that thing keep going? Would it ever stop? He could not break free. Was someone even coming for him? Would someone come eventually?

The countless fingertips did not relent their assault, bombarding his heels, toes, arches, the balls of his feet, GOD, the balls… And as if to prove there always would be worse to come, they all metamorphosed at once. Spinning brushes between the balls and the instep, but not even those were as bad as the backscratchers working on the ball right below each of his big toes. The thin points seemed to reach a whole new layer of nerves which would have made the stimulation unbearable on its own, and beyond agony when the rest of his blasted sensitive feet were getting the monster’s undivided attention. The tips of his toes… the underside… the balls…

He laughed, wheezed and screamed, what little was left of his resistance serving only to tire him more quickly. The spinning brushes and fingers glided even more easily on his smooth skin as he kept sweating. The rest of his body did not exist, it was only an electrical pathway that connected his inhumanly sensitive feet to the laughter the Lignum craved, and was so exceptionally devious at eliciting. Except… No. Not again.

He was feeling an ache, and it wasn’t his burning diaphragm or irritated throat, or any of the well-defined muscles the prolonged tickling had turned to sore jelly. It had taken Eijirou a long time to find just the right tool and pressure to unlock that secret, but the monster did it in minutes. Every single poke below his big toes propagated to his now fully erect manhood, as if the patches of skin were connected. The tip painted pre-cum on his abs as he wiggled however little he could to evade the devastating sensations from his feet. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, he did not see the blue hand until it wrapped around his cock. He was already so horny the pressure alone caused his laughter to cease for a second, before he was plunged back into the hell of bristles and gooey digits unleashed on his soles. As the hand began to move up and down, Katsuki was so overwhelmed all thought stopped.

I know what you want, asshole, and you’re not getting it.

But even as he thought that, he felt the urge build inside him. And although he didn’t want to give that satisfaction to the damn tree, he also wanted to let himself go. Show the bastard it was not getting him let the best of him, and beat it up afterwards. But no, he was second-guessing himself. He was losing.

The tickling continued, the hand pumped, and Katsuki was annihilated between pleasure and mirth. He looked down just in time to catch glimpse of two small brushes emerging from the hand. They started to spin only one instant before coming in contact with his head. The bristles spread the pre-cum all over the tip, lingering right underneath his glans, where the pleasure was at its peak. They stroked and polished the tip, teasing the retracted foreskin, until the whole lower half of Katsuki’s body felt like a single, undivided fog of tickling and the sweet agony that precedes ecstasy, feet and penis, tickling, so much, all over…

Katsuki groaned when he shot the first drops of burning, which were promptly intercepted and absorbed by the Lignum. That was the sound he most often made, the signal of all his pretension and inhibitions leaving him at once, for a few, immense seconds of bliss, but now it only expressed his inability to react any other way.  Neither the pleasure nor the mirth became less intense in those minute-like instants; if anything they both increased. However, by the time the former ended, the latter showed no signs of diminishing at all. Katsuki should not have been surprised. That sensation had been lodged into his brain since the time Eijirou had let his finger pads run teasingly on his thighs right after he had rolled off him, both of them naked and panting on the sweat-soaked sheets; but the torment the Lignum had just put him through had thwarted his rationality.

The magnified tickling sealed his definitive breaking. He no longer cared about how he looked, he just wanted out. The Lignum was taking him to limits he did not know he had, and beyond. He prayed at least the post-climax haze of sensitivity would dissipate soon, but “soon” meant very little by then. The Lignum scrubbed, feathered and scratched, and every second lasted twenty. Soon, Katsuki dissolved into a giggling mess too exhausted to resist in any way, fight and thought tickled out of him.

Just when he thought he was about to pass out, the various appendages retracted. He did not notice immediately, phantom touches still causing him to giggle weakly. The grip on his legs slackened, causing them to flop down onto the surface of the Lignum. The ankle restraints still prevented him from moving them, but he did not even attempt to. The Lignum stretched them, relieving the stiffness of his thighs. Against his better judgment, Katsuki fooled himself into believing his ordeal was over. However, he quickly had to accept that the Lignum was simply changing his restraints again, and that it was taking its sweet time so he would not faint. It even wanted him not to feel pain, probably so that it would not get in the way of the desperate laughter it craved. The monster wanted to make the most of every second, depriving him of the luxury of falling into an unresponsive slumber.

The Lignum locked his hands behind his head again, elbow pointing outwards and upwards. Then, it forced him to sit up, legs stretched and wide apart, toes released, although Katsuki feared the latter was only a temporary improvement.

“Listen, fuck- Hey. Let me – ah – go. You got what you – ah – wanted,” he panted, looking through the blue goo at the face carved on the trunk. The monster did not even look like it was paying attention.

“I couldn’t – ah – fight you now anyway. Just… enough,” he said, but he knew he was begging. He did not care. He could redeem himself. He could hunt down the fuck munch and destroy it later on. What he could not do was endure any more tickling, and part of him suspected what he had suffered was only the beginning, now that the Lignum knew everything about his body. But the restraint did not budge. Instead, the surface of the goo began to shift again.

“People will come soon, you dipshit!” Katsuki lied, growing anxious. “Just let me go!”

Although he wasn’t outright begging, making concessions felt more natural than promises of violence he had neither the physical nor the mental strength to carry out. He could not win every fight. Nobody would have stood a chance against that monster by themselves. But that did not help keep his fear in check as several tendrils emerged and reached for his upper body.

“EIJIROU!!” he screamed the moment before four backscratchers made contact with his ribs. He immediately became aware the sensitivity from his orgasm had not worn out yet; or maybe it was the new tool, or the sweat making his skin easier to glide on, or that the Lignum had broken through his resistance, or everything together, but the rib-tickling was worse than before.

Katsuki reared his head back as forced mirth and fear drowned out his feelings of powerlessness. Where was Hair-for-brains? He had to suspect something was off if he was not at the appointed place! He knew he wouldn’t blow him off without so much as a text… right?

Fingers and spinning brushes invaded his hollows, the former digging into the center, the latter hovering at the edges, were less pressure was needed, while rectangular brushes of all sizes, from as small as a thumbnail to as large as a hairbrush, danced on his glistening six-pack. Katsuki went haywire, smitten by sheer numbers.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH QUIT IHIHIHIHIHIHT HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

No more kiddy gloves. The Lignum was finally targeting multiple spots at once, and Katsuki had been made painfully aware that the worst were still missing from the count. The fingers in his armpits changed tactics from time to time, while the other tools moved around at irregular intervals, all to make sure he wouldn’t get used to the sensation. Two more appendages, hybrids between feathers and tendrils, also began to dust his nipples, adding a new layer to the assault on his sanity.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I SAID NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!”

Countless more hands emerged to tease every square inch of his thighs, the back of his knees, even his buttocks. Only when Katsuki was gasping for air did it send even more fingers to gently trace his balls and feet, but lazily, tauntingly, almost as if it wanted him to know it was still not giving it its all. Katsuki’s nervous system, however, was far too hectic for the mockery to affect him.

Unbeknownst to him,  the Blue Lignum was much more selective than the Teal, and it also grew bored of its victims if they were too easy to reduce to a giggling mess. It might have spared Katsuki the second round of torture had it not been for  the fact he cracked its trunk and he kept trying – and failing – to cling to a semblance of dignity and resistance. The usually impassionate Lignum was getting a good kick out of this subject, and it intended to keep him until he broke completely. The hero in training could not have known what was passing through its mind, but his body was telling him a very similar story.

“FAHAHAHAHACK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y- YOU DIPSHIHIHIHIHIHIT - NOT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHES!”

Hybrid tentacles identical to those feathering his nipples began to caress his limp cock oh-so-ticklishly and skillfully. It was pure torture, and yet, combined with the nipple, ball and thigh teasing, it made hard again in seconds. The touches remained light, so frustratingly light that Katsuki unconsciously tried to buck his hips a few times. This time, it was fully intentioned to control his orgasm, and determined the blonde had a long way to go to earn it. To make that point, it increased the intensity of the ball and foot tickling, throwing in a few spinning brushes for good measure. Katsuki went absolutely ballistic, managing to form only the few letters of the insults that whirled about in his mind.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP BAAAAAAHAHAHAST-! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FAHAHAHAUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUC-! LEAVE ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALOHOHOHOHONE ASSHOHOHOHOHO- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !”

But the Lignum was in perfect control of his nervous system, and it was pushing almost every button on his body to make sure he stayed positively frantic, while edging him closer and closer to another climax. Katsuki finally wished the Lignum would hurry up and finish him off, so maybe everything would end… but no, even if it didn’t, he just wanted that embarrassing yearn to leave him, he wanted to shoot it out… but the monster was taking its time, with a thoroughness that reeked of malice. The Lignum was dedicating extra attention to his feet and other erogenous zones, bringing back the neck tickling too. Overrun by two unbearable sensations, Katsuki’s spirit cracked.

“EHEHEHEHNOUGH PL- GHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAH! PLEHEHEHEHASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Had he been lucid, he still wouldn’t have been able to tell if his “please” meant “let me go” or “let me cum”; if his “no” , aimed at everything and everyone, meant “stop” or “faster”. His defenses obliterated, he was tempted to believe the only demonstration of strength he had left was to give himself over to pleasure, to enjoy whatever he could, to take the satisfaction of ravaging him away from the Lignum; however, the superheroes that populated his ideals, that he impossibly strived after, would not let him, sneered at him, even though he had no other choice. It was in this state of exhausted conflict that he became aware of the painful throbbing in his manhood. He was at his limit, but even then, the Lignum showed him no mercy. A single feather ran along his asscrack, while the backscratchers fully focused again on that spot, on that point between the arch and the ball of his feet that sent an irresistible mix of agonizing tickling and pleasure coursing through his body. For the final act, the six tendrils around his cock solidified into small brushes, scrubbing the head, base, shaft with that supernatural gentleness that  awoke every single nerve, like a vibrating cloud.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA F- FUCK! FAAAAAAAACK!”

Katsuki came again almost immediately, an undercurrent of relief washing over him as the terrible tension in his manhood was replaced by an intense wave of pleasure that made even the tickling feel not so terrible… that is, until the ecstasy washed off and the increased sensitivity remained. Then, it was hell again as his feet, armpits and privates shouted their ticklish feedback in his head.

Please, just stop, PLEASE! he wanted to cry out, but simply couldn’t. He felt like he was sinking… no, wait, he was really sinking! The tickling paused for a moment as Katsuki’s legs began to sink below the blue surface, followed by his hips. Panic gripped him. He had seen what had happened to Eijirou inside of Asami, and that creepy tree had been his friend. If he went down there, completely at the monster’s mercy, he would be lost.

No more.

Katsuki let out a cracked scream of rage and, with the strength of the outraged, managed to momentarily overpower the monster. The tendrils holding his arms in place snapped, the goo still around his hands so he couldn’t use his explosions, but that was not his focus. The blonde’s fingers made it through the azure bubble and clutched the edge of the trunk. Tendrils shot up his arms, and he could feel his whole lower body being pulled towards the center of the bath, but he was not letting go. But the monster was so, so strong, and he could not bend his arms… At the apex of desperation, without even realizing what he was doing, he sank his teeth into the blue gel. The Lignum froze. Its grip was no weaker than before, but it was no longer pulling.

I hurt him! Katsuki thought triumphantly, and plunged his teeth into the ichor a second time, and a low shook the Lignum’s fluid body. He chewed with unbridled, savage glee. Too late did he notice that the face carved on the trunk was staring at him. Its expression was no longer neutral: it was smirking devilishly. The goo in Katsuki’s mouth shot down his throat before he could spit it out. The blonde gagged and spat, to no avail. The substance had reached his stomach. As soon as it did, he felt a heat of sort radiate from his belly and propagate to the rest of his body, from the tip of his toes to his scalp; and then, his limbs grew heavier. Not just his limbs: everything below his neck felt as though stuffed with lead, growing heavier by the second. He did not feel the sense of exhilaration Eijirou mentioned. The chemicals in this monster were meant to incapacitate him, nothing else.

The goo around his hands still blocking his explosions, he pulled himself towards the trunk with all the strength he had left. If he didn’t get out there and then, he’d soon lose the ability to ever leave. He grabbed the edge with both hands, trying to hoist himself up. But the Lignum was not letting go. It had been mere seconds since his orgasm, and his nerve endings were still on full alert; coupled with his arms being stretched, that made his underarms an exceedingly easy target.

“NOOOOHOHOHO STAY AWAHAHAHHAY BAAHAHAHAHSTARD!”

Fingers on his ribs, chest, swarming all over his belly; holding onto the trunk would have been hard enough with his normal levels of sensitivity, but after an orgasm, and after the Lignum’s toxin had begun to kick in, the effort was nothing short of titanic.

“GAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALOHOHOHOHONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCKEHEHEHEHEHR!”

And then he felt them. Digits, or tendrils, hitting his inhumanly sensitive feet, torturously stroking the hypersensitive head of his spent cock, crawling on every square inch of his submerged lower body. There was no way he could do it. He lost his grip with the right hand, and the whole arm was immediately pulled under. Right then, a shadow appeared on the threshold, rendered jagged by a familiar mass of shitty hair.

“HEEEEEEEEELP! HEHEHEHEHHELP!” Katsuki boomed at the top of his impressive lungs; then, his fingers lost strength. The last thing he saw before his head went under was a most frightening sight, his soft boyfriend turning into a spiky abomination and charging with terrific fury. He squeezed his eyes shut as his full body underwent the indiscriminate tickling, fearing that Eijirou would be captured too…

The tickling stopped at once as a massive crack opened into the trunk. A sharp hand grabbed Katsuki’s wrist, pulling hard.

Get back! Katsuki tried to warn him, but the goo, despite allowing him to breath, did not seem to carry sound well. Eijirou would have been immune to the monster’s touches for as long as his Hardening lasted, but the Lignum could just suck him in and wait it out. You idiot! You’ll get stuck too!

And as he had predicted, the trunk split open and the ooze spilled out, freeing engulfing Eijirou as well. “Blast…! Blast…!” the redhead was screaming, shielding his face from the ichor. He grabbed Katsuki’s other hand, scraping the goo off his palm, but what good was it? He couldn’t move at all, and the blue fluid was already about to envelop them. Before they were fully submerged, Eijirou managed to press Katsuki’s hand against his chest, keeping his palm dry.

“BLAST ME!” the blonde finally heard him scream, and he understood. Without a second’s hesitation, Katsuki channeled his full power in his hands.

There was a blinding flash, a deafening bang, and Katsuki hit a hard, cool surface, but he barely noticed. He stood up on one knee, wobbling, palms raised and ready to attack again; but nothing was moving. There wasn’t a single drop of goo left, while splinters of wood lay scattered and burning all over the warehouse. The paralysis seemed to be gone too. He almost fired a blast when an upturned metal shelf was thrown into the air. An immense sense of relief overtook him when he saw the familiar red spikes emerge from the pieces. Eijirou looked around the room frantically. As soon as his eyes locked with Katsuki, he bolted forth at breakneck speed.

“KATSUKI!!!” he screamed, voice rugged and ears ringing from the fumes and the bang of the explosion. The blonde could not understand a single word he was trying to say as he checked him for signs of injury all over. He weakly pushed Eijirou back. He could take no more humiliations.

“Hello? Is anybody in there?”

Katsuki gave a start. Someone must have heard the blast and come to check. Soon police and reporters would be everywhere. Not only he was buck naked, he had been subdued by a slime-using bastard for the third time. He could not deal with any of it. He scrambled towards the wall behind him, but saw no exit. When he turned around, he glimpsed Eijirou kicking his beanbag in his direction before running out through the front door.

“Don’t come in! I’m a hero intern under…”

As Eijirou bought him time, Katsuki pulled his hero costume out of the beanbag and hastily put on the black pants. His legs were stiff and sore, his hands trembling, but he managed somehow. Eijirou came back mere seconds afterwards.

“They’re calling the police,” he announced. “I told them I saw someone suspicious sneak in and that they attacked us with a fire Quirk,” he added, pointing to the burnt remnants of what was once a black and crimson sweater.

In other circumstances, Katsuki would have gotten mad that Eijirou had lied to shelter him from embarrassment, as if he was some weakling who needed protection; or, since that was Eijirou after all, he might have even thanked him for it. However, he was too overwhelmed to do either thing, and simply nodded. He nearly gave a start when he looked up at Eijirou’s face. His nose was running and his eyes were the most pitiful shade of red.

“What the actual f…”

“I’m sorry!” the redhead yelled in his face, waterworks full on.

“Why are you…”

“I- I can’t help thinking that maybe this is s- somehow connected to Asami, and I told you about him, and- and…”

His meltdown was punctuated with sobs so desperate Katsuki expected his guts to spill out of his mouth any moment.

“…and I- now I’m being selfish, ‘cause I’m crying after what you just went through, but I was so w- worried, I didn’t even know what was happening to you…”

“Ok. Clam it,” Katsuki ordered, clasping both hands around his face tightly. Miraculously, the gasps stopped at once.

“Look. You are the most helpless emotional wreck, and you held it together for those snoops. You were great.”

“But…”

“Even before that. I thought your stupid ass had jumped into that monster without a plan, but you came up with one in no time.”

The redhead seemed to have regained some semblance of composure. Katsuki went on: “ Yeah. It sucked. It made me feel… I don’t want to feel like that ever again. But you came. We’re both fine and the bastard’s dead; and if it’s not, I’ll kill it as soon as it rears its shitty head.”

He paused for a moment. The tears had stopped too. “And you will have a hell of a lot of effort to put into making me forget that thing ever showed me hell, because I sure as hell am not going to let the fucker scar me. You have to one-up him ten times, one hundred times, how many times it takes, until tonight will feel boring.”

The redhead went from confused to bewildered. “You mean…?”

“How dense can you be? I mean you put those kinks of yours to good use and tickle the shit out of me until that bastard is out of my head forever. Got it?”

He never would have managed to utter those words under ordinary circumstances. Eijirou magic, no other explanation. He could draw forth his honest self through a maze of self-imposed limitations.

A massive smile engulfed the redhead’s face, so bright it eclipsed his concern, because he could sense Katsuki’s resolve was genuine; then, the smile quivered as new tears filled his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare…” Katsuki tried to admonish him before being cut off by a hug so tight one could have thought Eijirou was trying to push himself into his skin.

“You’re the best,” Eijirou sobbed in his ear.

“Yeah. I know,” Katsuki whispered back after a moment’s hesitation. “You don’t suck either.”

He allowed himself to lean into the embrace. That was another great thing about the redhead’s hugs: disgustingly clingy as he was, they were never for him alone. They held him close to people he cherished while supporting them at the same time. They confessed his weakness at the same time that they promised he’d be strong enough to keep his loved ones from harm. They made Katsuki feel both needed and safe. He knew he could be reborn ten times over, and he wouldn’t come remotely close to being half as good at that shit as Eijirou. And, maybe most surprising of all, he wasn’t envious.

He could feel the redhead’s steadying pulse through his temples. It was so blissfully soothing. He wanted nothing more than crawl into bed and disappear into Eijirou’s chest. Then he could finally accept the comfort the redhead could only put into gestures, since he knew Katsuki would silence him if he spoke; no matter how much he wanted to need him, and tell him so. Eijirou would pick him up from the abyss of shame he felt and make him believe he could grow into the best hero of his generation again. Which he was going to be, no matter how many defeats he had to suffer through to get there. It had been tough picking up the pieces in the past when he only had himself to rely on; but if someone as incredible as Eijirou had faith in him, then he could only have been right all along.

“You’re so, so strong,” the wonderful voice was murmuring, drawing comforting circles on his back like magic glyphs.

“I know that too,” Katsuki replied. He was starting to believe it again.

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