Hey y'all, I'm Xander. I'm 19 and I use he/him. This is a sort of SFW blog and a sort of NSFW blog (tagged #n.s.f.w. for anything that is). My prompts are open (though it might take a while) and my dms are always open! MINORS DNI, ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED
HE AR ME O U T- DEKU TELLING BAKUGO AND SHOTO THE "RULES OF HORROR MOVIES" LIKE RANDY DOES AND KAT AND SHOTO TURN INTO THE TICKLY VERSIONS OF GHOSTFACE TEACHING DEKU A WHOLE NEW SET OF RULES
Note: This is from Richie’s POV sorta, so fair warning, there is some vulgar language from time to time. Hope you like it!
Sometimes there’s just too much shit going on in Richie’s head.
And like, don’t get him wrong – he loves the weird crap his brain comes up with. Makes things entertaining, a little spicy, a little zesty. The only problem with it is that he can’t find the damn remote that turns off the six different brands of Looney Tunes going on up there.
(He’d once spent an entire lecture assigning different Voices to the markers his professor used on the whiteboard, to the point that he hadn’t retained a single iota of anything the man actually wrote down.)
Man, that red little minx was pretty sexy though.
He snorts to himself as he comes out of his dozing, shoved back into the real world for the present. He can feel the hot line of Eddie at his back, leg hooked over his hip like a seat belt. His lil jet pack.
Richie reaches blindly for his glasses and pushes them onto his nose, sniffling. It’s still fairly early by his standards, but he doesn’t glance long enough at the digital clock to tell for sure, choosing instead to take one of Eddie’s hand and squeeze like it’s his own personal communications device. “Ground control to major Eds, come in, major Eds?”
Could you please do It's Love with Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Shinso? I love them so so much and your writing style makes my heart explode so this would be incredible!!
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Oo, this is so CUTE! :D I love these two so freaking much- they make me so happy! I've gotcha covered, anon!
I love you- "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!"
Shinsou screwed up.
He screwed up real bad.
“Old man, huh?” Aizawa turned to look at him, his eyes cutting right to the core of Shinsou’s core and chilling him all over. “What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish.”
He royally screwed up! “Sensei- I didn’t mean it! I didn’t MEAN IT!” The purple haired boy twisted to run, but Aizawa’s scarf had him by the ankle. He was dragged over mercilessly, every rock and root he grabbed onto did nothing to prevent his fate. “I’m sohohorry, please! Wahahahait!”
“Sorry. I can’t wait- I’m an old man, remember?” Aizawa dragged him into range, sitting on his legs and tickling his ribs. “If I wait too long, I might kneel over and die. You wouldn’t want that, yeah?”
“Ahehahahhahahaha! Yohohohohou’re nohohohoht thahahhaht ohohohold! Ahehahahahaha, Aihihihihizahahhahwa Seehehehensehehhehei!” Shinsou flopped about, laughing helplessly as he weakly shoved at Aizawa’s hands. “Yoohnohohu’re nohohoht thahhat ohohohld, I’m sohohohorry!”
“What? Can’t hear you- old man hearing, you know.” He moved his hands up to Shinsou’s armpits, making him scream. “Whatcha say, whoopersnapper?”
“Gehahahhaha, I ghehehehet it! I gehheheht it! Yohoohohou’re nohohohohot ohohohld! Ehehahahahaha, Aihihihiihzahahahahwa sehehehehehesehehehehi!” Shinsou somehow managed to flop onto his stomach, trying to crawl. Aizawa grabbed his lower ribs and pressed in, killing all strength he had. “Nohohoohohoho, cohohohome ohohoohn! Leheheheht me gohohohohoo! Pleahahhahahse!”
“Pfft- alright.” Aizawa pulled back, ruffling Shinsou’s hair before standing up. Once again, he let out a low groan as his joints popped. “Damn. I am getting old.”
He looked at Shinsou, but this time his student was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. Aizawa snickered before helping him to his feet. “You learn fast.”
“Nah, I just know when to run.” He took off in a sprint. Aizawa’s scarf is still wrapped around his leg. The older man blinked when he realized Shinsou had effectively taken off with his hero tool.
Could you please do the I Love You sentence starter with Dabi and Shigarki? I love your writing so much it's so cute 💚
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Aww! Thank you so much! Y'all are so dang sweet to me! <3 This is ADORABLE! Friend, I've gotcha covered!
CW: Swearing
I love you- "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."
“Dabi, I require your assistance.” It was rare for Shigaraki to ask him so directly.
“Oh? Let me guess, you need help getting a fish in Stardew Valley?” That didn’t mean he had to agree immediately. “Or have you moved onto a different game?”
“Hush. I’m the leader of the League- what I need isn’t so trivial.” Shigaraki glared at him, and Dabi continued to smile. After a tense stalemate, he handed him his phone. “I do need help catching a catfish..”
“HAH! I knew it.” The burner cackled as he looked at the screen. “You may be our leader, but you’re still a kid at heart! Good thing I’m such a natural at fishing in this silly game. Where would you be without me?”
Instead of responding, Shigaraki dug into his pockets before producing a pair of artist gloves. He didn’t break eye contact as he tugged them on, flexing his fingers until they were secure. “What a brave thing to say.”
Dabi snorted, unsuspecting. He resumed his hunt for the catfish, finding it in record time. Seconds later, the little dust-man on screen held it high, presenting it to the world. “Got it. Hey, what was that thing you were saying earlier? Brave thing to say?”
“Ah, yes. A brave thing to say indeed.” Shigaraki saved his game and put away his phone. “For someone so ticklish.”
“Don’t you dare- AH!” Dabi squawked when he was shoved down, hands slipping under his shirt and tickling the healthy skin along his torso. “Nohohoho! Fuhuhucking hehehehell, Shihihihiggy!”
“Heh, one touch and you’re already laughing. How childish.” Shigaraki snickered as he carried on tickling, relishing the way Dabi squirmed and flailed beneath him. His laughter was hoarse and raspy, tickling Shigaraki’s brain with how it rolled over his lips. “You’re far too sensitive to be sprouting such nonsense.”
“Oohohoh, scrhehehw yoohohohu! Yoohohu know I’m rihih-IHIHIHGHT!” Dabi arched with a shout when a hand wormed its way into his armpit. “SHIHIIHIGGY!”
“Hah! How delightful.” Shigaraki snickered, voice lost in the growing cackles Dabi produced.
He would donate the catfish later. For now, he was rather enjoying this little quirk.
Hi! Can I request lee! Todoroki &Bakugo and ler!Aizawa?
Please and thank you!
Oo, I've got an Ler!Aizawa itch! I missed these dorks ajkrkjearjkaejrje I've gotcha covered, anon! :3 This takes place just after the Remedial Course Arc so spoilers ahead!
Aizawa’s sensei’s hands were warm and heavy as he rested them on their shoulders, something proud in his tired smile. “Good work, you two.”
It really shouldn’t have meant so much to him, but the burn was behind Todoroki’s eyes almost immediately. He didn’t trust himself to speak, blinking a few times as he raised his chin.
“Tch- it was nothing.” Bakugou gruffed out, no better than Todoroki as he turned away, ears red. “I’m just glad it’s finally over.”
“A hero’s work never truly is. Not to mention all the work you two have to catch up on.” Twin groans echoed out almost immediately, earning a grin from their teacher. “Yes yes, I know. Trust me- I’m not looking forward to the grading either.”
“Maybe we can do this some other way?” Todoroki asked once he trusted his voice. “Like- instead of homework we can do-”
“A mock battle! Us against you!” Bakugou barged in, puffed in excitement. “If we win, we don’t have to do the makeup work!”
“That’s not…” Todoroki began, trailing off at the thoughtful expression on their teacher’s face. Was he seriously considering this?
“That would save me time at the office…fine then. We’ll do it your way. If you two can beat me, no make-up work.” Bakugou hooted, charged.
“However-” Aizawa’s glare cut him off mid-cheer, explosions going out instantly. “Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you for the sake of leaving early. You two are still my students- I’m not holding anything back.” His eyes glowed red with menace, sending shivers down their spines.
“Is it still too late for my poster idea?” Todoroki’s question raised eyebrows. “...Nevermind.”
~~~
The objective was simple: Avoid Aizawa’s capture for 30 minutes. If they both were grabbed and detained before time was up; game over. Their setting was Gound Beta- the same mock city training grounds they used time and time again for practice and such. It gave them just enough room to hide and evade.
“What’s our game plan?” Todoroki asked as the two ran through the workzone, poking glances around corners as they searched for their teacher. “Do we stay on the defensive?”
“He’ll never let that happen. We have to ambush him!” Bakugou’s hands popped as he prepared to take flight, grinning with devious intent. “He can’t capture us if we catch him first.”
That..was true. Dangerous and stupid, but true. “How are we to go about that?”
“You’re the walking popsicle of this group, Icy-Hot.” Bakugou gave him a look like the answer should have been obvious. “I’ll lure him out- you freeze him in place.”
“We keep him like that until the timer goes off.” Todoroki hummed, mind running with scenarios. “Yeah- we can do that.” I’ll have to stay hidden- we need a signal when he’s within my reach.”
“Heh- easy enough. Get ready Icy Hot.” Bakugou took off, soaring a few paces as he turned to the other. “Say goodbye to-”
Just then- he disappeared. Yanked out of sight like a cane pulling a frazzled comedian off stage.
Todoroki blinked, eyes wide. “Bakugou?”
It was silent. And then-
“SHEAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”
Todoroki jumped out of his skin at the sudden boom of laughter, running to the edge of the building to look. When he got there, his blood went cold.
“I overheard your plan- it’s not a terrible idea. Though- next time, try discussing these things farther away.” Aizawa chided, hovering over a flailing Bakugou as the blonde cackled helplessly. One of his legs was wrapped in the capture scarf, semi-pinning him as Aizawa tapped along his ribs. “Plans work best when the target can’t hear you.”
“Gehahahhhahahahahha! Nohohohoohoho fahahhahhahahhair! Yoohohohohu didiihihihhin’t sahhahahhay ahhahhahahything ahahahahahbout thihihihihickling!” Bakugou wheezed, batting at the older man’s hands as they drilled into the sensitive spots along his waist. “Aheahahhahahaha tahhahahat’s cheheheheahhahahting!”
“I did say I’m not holding anything back now.”
Todoroki squirmed from his hiding spot, torn on what to do. He could go and hide- wait out the timer while Bakugou suffered their teacher’s mischievous wrath. The rule was if both were captured and detained they lost- not just one.
His feet started to slide back.
“Iihihihihihiihicy hohoohohohoht, ruhuhuhuhuhuhun!” Bakugou cried out, his giggle fits reaching a higher octave when his hips were pinched. “Shahahahhahave yohohohohohourself!”
Todoroki felt himself freeze all over. Then he grew hot with shame and irritation.
What was the point of those remedial lessons if he didn’t try to save anyone?
“Don’t tell me what to do!” He gathered up a thing of ice, forming it until it was a roughly composed snowball. With a burst of energy, he ran forward, chucking it as hard as he could towards the pair. Aizawa looked up just before it crashed, moving away by a margin. “Hang on, Bakugou!”
In his head- it was a perfect plan. He’d create an ice slope that would give them the leverage to escape. They’d go flying into the sky and further out- hiding in one of the distant buildings as they waited out the timer. There might have even been a little heart to heart moment between them about saving one another.
Alas- reality was far more bitter.
“Good attempt.” Aizawa’s red eyes stared him down, destroying all the ice he built immediately. Todoroki slipped, legs flying out from under him comedically before he crashed before his teacher. Within seconds, a loop of scarf grabbed his leg, dragging him closer and within tickle reach. “However- next time be sure to familiarize yourself with your opponents abilities. You never know who has a trump card.”
“Wait-wait wahahahhahahahhahahhait!” Todoroki squealed when his knee was grabbed, all but spasming against the feeling. “Pleahahhahahse, dohohohohoohn’t!”
“Frehehahahahhaking Iihihiihhiicy hohohohohohohohot! I tohohohohold you to rhuuhuhuhuhun!” Bakugou was in no better shape, twisting like a hooked fish as Aizawa carried on kneading his hip. “Yoohohohoohu cohooohohuld have wohohohoohohn!”
“Heh- you two really have grown.” Aizawa chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his two students as they laughed themselves silly. “Makes me feel old.”
“Ahehahahahhaha Mr. Aihiihihihihzahahahahhahwa!” Todoroki cried, all but shrieking when his thigh was pinched.
“Mehehehehhhehrcy! Gehahahhahaahahah-AHHA!” Bakugou’s laugh went near silent when his upper ribs got squeezed. “PLAHEHHAHAHSE!”
“Hm…alright.” Aizawa did just that, letting the boys recover. Not even a second later- the timer up ahead went off, signaling the end. “And just like that- I won.”
“Gahehahha…hehehe..ugh.” Bakugou tossed an arm over his eyes, too tired to argue. Todoroki felt his heart drop, disappointment burning it on the way down. He should have listened and hid. “Sorry, Bakugou. I failed us.”
“Dahhahamn straight.” Bakuogu kicked him lightly, sitting up with a tired groan. “But…thanks anyway- for trying to save me.”
Todoroki blinked, watching Bakugou’s cheeks heat up as he looked away. Well- okay; maybe it wasn’t a total bust.
“......Okay- new deal.” Aizawa spoke up, gathering their attention. “You still have makeup work to do, but I’ll let you work together on it. One complete project between the two of you on whatever subject you want-within reason- and you’re off the hook. Seems fair?”
“Heh, you really don’t want to work late, do you?” Bakugou laughed, earning a hair tussle from their teacher.
“Hush. I’m just prioritizing your current studies.” He turned to Todoroki, already knowing what he was gonna ask. “And yes- you can make a poster.”
I saw that requests are open and I didn't really know what to send in, but then I saw that Dabi is one of your favorite lees, so may I ask for lee!Dabi with ler!Shigaraki please? Maybe Dabi has been annoying Tomura all day; not listening, disobeying orders, maybe even sneaking a few pokes here and there himself, so his boss decides to kick him down a notch?
Only if you want to of course! 😅🥰
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Lou! :D Hello friend! I hope you're doing alright :3 God I can't even begin to describe how much I love Lee!Dabi- he is just so fun to WRECK! >:D I gotcha covered, friend!
Dabi was also on his last nerve, doing a little tap dance and thinning it further.
“Gah! Would you cut that OUT?” The pale haired villain snapped when he felt fingers in his ribs, sending shivers up his spine and his phone flying. “Dabi!”
The older man snickered and ran, flying around the corner and out of sight. Things have been rather slow as of late for the League; no new commands came in- forcing the league to “lay low” for a while.
Shigaraki hated it at first; he never liked having time on his hands. Eventually though, he learned to enjoy it; taking the time to indulge in his small but mighty mobile game collection. Things were..rather nice.
And then Dabi decided peace was never an option for Shigaraki and made him hate time off once more.
“Why that son of a-” His curse filled grumbles faded some as he reached beneath the bar, grabbing his phone. “I’d kill him if I could!”
“Oo, fun! I’ll hide the body.” A new voice startled him so bad he dropped his phone again. Shigaraki twisted to glare daggers as the smirking birdman before him. “It’ll be the perfect crime!”
“What do you want, outsider?”
“Ouch. And after all this time being here with the league.” Hawks put on a pout, rubbing at his chest. His eyes were dancing with laughter though- indicating his true feelings. “I really thought we were becoming a family.”
Shigaraki decided not to entertain that thought. He reached down to get his phone again, but ruby red feathers beat him to it, bringing it up and into his gloved palms. “Dabi really threw you off your game, didn’t he? I’ve never seen you so jumpy?”
“Shut your mouth. I’m not off my game- he’s just an annoying glitch.”
“One you can’t live without?”
“Says the man who’s getting fu-”
“You wanna get him back?” Hawks cut in quickly, leaning in like hermes to Odysseus. Too close- Shigaraki found himself leaning back some in his stool. “He’s been rather annoying to you lately, no? I’m sure your thinking: “What can I do to make him submit to me?”; lucky for you- I know exactly what to do!”
Suspicious, yet intriguing. Shigaraki narrowed his eyes at him in thought. “Why are you telling me this?”
Hawks shrugged, his playful smile never dropping. “I’m feeling generous today. Can’t a guy rat out his boyfriend’s quirks every once and awhile?” He gestured Shigaraki over some, cupping his ear as he whispered.
Shigaraki went from bored to surprised to intrigued. He looked at Hawks when the other pulled back, blinking. “You're kidding.”
Hawks only smiled like the sun as he sashayed off. Before he left completely, he looked back one last time. “By the way- my information doesn’t come free. I’m sure you understand.”
There it was. Shigaraki kept his expression neutral as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a few yen. Feathers gathered it up and brought it to Hawks, the birdman pleased. “This stays between us.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
~~~
Sitting on the couch now, Shigaraki tapped away at his phone in wait. The trap was set- the plan was perfect. It all came down to timing. He knew his target would be passing through here soon.
Sure enough, he heard the familiar steps of Dabi’s boots as they entered the room, the smell of firewood mixed with smoke touching his nose. He didn’t react- pretending to be completely absorbed in his game. He just had to hang in there.
“Shigaraki~” Dabi called out in a hushed voice, his footsteps getting closer and closer. He waited until those scarred up hands were inches from his waist before he attacked.
“SHIT!” Dabi yelped as he got dragged down over the couch, thrown into an unexpected wrestling match. Thankfully, Shigaraki was wearing his artist gloves, the risk of accidental dusting gone from their minds. Still- that didn’t mean Shigaraki didn’t have the upper hand.
“You son of a-hold still!” Dabi growled as he battled for the top, sputtering when the little bastard threw one of his disembodied hands at him. “Not cool- you can’t just go and throw your dirty mitts at me-”
“Gotcha!” Shigaraki cried as he pinned him, taking advantage of his momentary disgust. “Dirty, huh? I’ll have you know they’re clean and preserved!” He picked up the one he threw, bringing it to Dabi’s pinned wrists. With an unexpected click, he had bound both of the brunette’s wrists together. “Not to mention modified.”
Dabi blinked, flabbergasted. Did this guy really make them restraints? He gave an experimental tug, finding them rather weak. If he wanted to, he could easily break it. Burn it even.
But that would end in all kinds of problems Dabi had zero interest in dealing with. Not to mention Shigaraki looked so proud of his little trap. He might as well sit back and see where this would go. “Oh yeah- you got me good, Shigs. Though if you wanted me tied up, you could have just asked.” He wagged his brows, laughing at the scrunched up expression Shigaraki made in response.
“Gross. I almost regret wasting these on you.” Sitting back on Dabi’s hips, the dust-quirked villain scanned his torso, deciding on where to even start. “Say, Dabi- are you ticklish?”
Dabi’s grin froze, eyes widening some. The parts of his face that were still healthy tinted a rare shade of pink. Shigaraki grinned at this.
Oh damn.
“Shigs, I don’t know who you talked to-” Dabi began, sucking in a breath when Shigaraki’s fingers poked beneath his shirt, right along healthy skin. “Fuck that- I know exactly who you talked to and I’m telling you now, he’s a lying son of a bitch!”
“You’re shaking like a leaf, Dabi. I think he’s telling the truth.” The duster snickered as he curled his fingers, eager to see what would happen. Dabi flinched hard, arms tensing at the hand bounding his wrists as he gritted his teeth.
“Shi-hihigs..”
“Was that a laugh I just heard?”
Dabi tried. He gritted his teeth so hard he was sure he’d bite his tongue. He turned his head away at the devious touches against his skin, flinching and squirming at each ticklish trace. He squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that the feeling would fade and he’d be immune.
Alas- he was cursed with stupidly sensitive Todoroki genetics that always seemed to come alive with tickling.
“Fuhuhuhuhuck!” Dabi yelled out as Shigaraki began to scratch, focusing all his efforts onto the patch of skin around his stomach that always made him scream as a child. “Shihihihihihihit! Fuhuhuhuck you, yohoohohohu dhahahahmn, duhuhuhust buhuhuhunny! Ahehahahahahahhaha gahahhahhahd!”
“Dust bunny? Please- like you’ve got any room to talk, matches.” Shigaraki laughed with him, the sound snickery and stupid and full of joy that was unfairly contagious. He carried on scratching at his belly while his other hand pushed up Dabi’s shirt, eager to find more spots to tickle. “Say, are you only ticklish here? What about here?”
“Gheahaha, dhohohon’t you dahahAHAHHARE!” Dabi all but arched when his ribs were attacked, Shigaraki working along healthy skin and tracing where it met the scar tissue. “DOOHOOHN’T FUUUHUHUCKING DOHOHOHO THAHHAHT!”
“Does it tickle that bad?” Shigaraki asked, delighting in the high pitched squeals Dabi let out. He never heard his voice get that high before- it was always so mellow; even when he was mad. “Wow. It’s a good thing you’re not easy to capture- they just have to tickle you and you’d be snitching.”
“LIHIHIKE I’D EHEHHEHEVER DO THAHAHHT! AHEHAHAHHA COOHOHME ON, DUUHUHUHUHSTY MOOHOOHHOVE!” Dabi cackled out, kicking at the couch when Shigaraki began drawing patterns into the strip of skin leading from his upper ribs to his good shoulder. “STHAHAHAP IT’S THEHEHHEHRRIBLE!”
“Boo- and here I was planning out my route for the next big egg hunt.” Shigaraki tsked as he brought his hands back to Dabi’s hips, pressing his thumbs in and making him shoot up. “I can’t let that Abigail woman beat me again. That sunhat belongs to me!”
“Ahehahahahahah! Gheahhahahaha, whhhahahahat ahahhahare you eehheheven- Hiihihihihineahhahhaha, nehehehvermind, quihihihiht ihihihihit!” Dabi swatted at him with his bound wrists, hoping that lightly beating them against Shigaraki would loosen their hold.
It did not.
“Oh, what's this?” Shigaraki grabbed them and pinned them with ease, shoving Dabi back against the couch while his other hand carried on tickling. “Trying to knock me out with my own hand-trap? Please- I expected more from you, matches.” He gave the other man a pause, watching Dabi’s chest heave as he gasped for air. “I’ll release you, but first you have to promise me you’ll stop being so annoying.”
“Whahahaat? Nohohoho way…heheheeeeh..I’m so bohohohored.” Dabi grinned, digging his grave deeper. “Yoohohu’re funny to mehehess with. You screheham like a schoolgirl when I tickle you.”
Shigaraki fumed, inhaling through his nose dramatically. He stared down a smug Dabi as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his ultimate weapon. Dabi seemed to falter beneath its ruby gleam.
“Shigs, wait- Wait hold on! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it-EHHEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHA!” Dabi all but shrieked at the touch. It was just a single red feather, one from Hawk’s wings to be exact. Such a tool would be useless against him normally.
Shove it in his good armpit after he’s already been tickled however and you’ve basically won.
“Are you gonna behave?” Shigaraki growled as Dabi thrashed and guffawed, straining in Shigaraki’s hold. “Are you gonna leave me alone?”
“Hmm…” Shigaraki hummed, giving Dabi one last tickle beneath the arms before pulling his tool back. Dabi gasped for air, wheezing through residue giggles as he melted into the couch. The hand bounding his wrists was removed, and he tucked them beneath his own arms tightly to prevent any more ambushes. “I guess I’ve got you good enough. You can have this back, outsider.”
Whether Hawks was nearby or not, Dabi didn’t know. He watched through blurry eyes as the feather floated in the air, swirling around Shigaraki’s neck before whooshing out of the room. The duster winced and ducked down, rubbing at the skin with a small curse. “Bastard.”
“Pfft- gotcha too, huhuhuh?” Dabi laughed at that, his nerves finally easing as he got comfortable against the cushions. “That’s what you get.”
“Shush.” Shigaraki flicked his nose before sitting back, moving from Dabi’s hips to an actual cushion as he watched the brunette groan. “Why are you being so annoying anyway? Aren’t you the type to disappear when there’s nothing to do?”
His tone was defensive, but the question was genuine. Dabi considered his words as he stretched. “Yeah- usually. I guess I just didn’t feel like it this time.”
“So your solution was to annoy me?” Shigaraki glared. Dabi shrugged, unfazed.
“Yeah, you could say that. You seemed stressed lately. I figured you’d feel better having someone here.” The words made the leader freeze, eyes wide. “What? Can’t a guy care about his buddy from time to time?”
Coming from Dabi, yeah. Shigaraki almost said so but withheld. “Why though?”
The brunette tsked, sitting up and folding his arms across his chest, feet up against the coffee table. “Why does there have to be a reason? When I joined the league, I became your teammate. After some time, I guess I started seeing you as a friend..” His cheeks pinked again as he looked away, suddenly unsure. “I know it’s stupid- we’re all wanted criminals that can die at any given moment. Getting close and all that bullshit is a terrible idea. I just…don’t like seeing you upset.” He looked away completely, his back to Shigaraki as he scratched at his neck. “This is ridiculous. I’ve been hanging around that damn bird too much- he’s making me feel things.”
Shigaraki couldn’t speak- he didn’t have the words. He just stared at him, a nostalgic feeling he couldn’t quite place creeping up his gut and spreading through his chest. He looked at his hands, finding them trembling. He squeezed them shut tightly.
“You’ve got no reason to worry about me like that. I’m your team lead.” He forced the words out, cold and direct. Dabi seemed to relax at them, the usual way Shigaraki spoke. “If I’m upset or stressed, that’s my issue to deal with.”
“Of course.”
“You’re not my personal therapist. I don’t need you to manage my emotions.”
“Got it.”
“But…” Shigaraki paused, not looking at him but rather at the empty space before them. “I don’t mind you considering me a friend. It’s…nice, to know the feeling is mutual.”
Dabi stared, but he didn’t look back. He got up and quickly left the room, pulling out his cracked phone and pulling up his game. It was only when he got far enough away that he let himself smile.
@awkwardlyflustered is an adorable, ticklish lee, and a great friend, no matter W H A T he says!! the whole world needs to know!
ahem...!
to start, he has a billion death spots, meaning he's practically the embodiment of ticklishness. his back, especially, is the quickest way to get him to say his favorite line of "NOT FAIR", though his thighs are also good for that. but even without those spots, he's sensitive all over! I mean, ghost tickling hits him like a freight train, and every spot elicits a reaction, in some way. I can see him react in real-time when we call, how he curls to protect his belly, or slams his arms down to protect his sides, or even kicks his legs, to protect his feet!
none of that helps, of course, but it's very adorable that his brain thinks it will. I think my favorite way to tickle him, and one that's gotten him to threaten to bite me multiple times, is the shoestring! a very dangerous tool, in the hands of a skilled ler. plant it between the toes of a lee, saw it back and forth, and, well... either hope you can hold the lee down, or that their first reaction ISN'T to kick, because this tool makes them squirm. doubly so for him, he becomes dangerous when he's unrestrained.
now normally, I'm not one to take the weaknesses of a lee, and thrust them out into the world! but this man? THIS MAN RIGHT HERE? SO stubborn, you've NO idea! always acting so high and mighty, when he can muster the courage to, but he falls. so. easily. and even the few times a couple verbal pokes don't immediately make him buckle, I just have to wait for that bravado to run its course, which takes about five minutes. so, because he's a stubborn sunnova gun, and because flustering him gives me life, I decided to make this post as an... educational lecture, of sorts.
so if anyone else decides to tease him, hopefully I can give them quite the useful head start.~
An ISaT tickle fic. Read on AO3 for the best experience! Or don't!! I'm just words!
Word Count: 3,883
When Isa discovered Siffrin enjoyed touch, the floodgates, while not exactly open, were still widening by the day. Gentle brushing became leaning, became handholding, became hugging, became cuddling, and after some time, Siffrin's touch-averse nature had completely dissipated. Except for… some occasions. Certain forms of touch, that Siffrin would recoil at, or flinch away from, nearly as bad as back in Dormont.
Not wanting to let this stay a mystery for long, Isa puts himself on the case, and the answer is… well, adorable.
Rain pelts the window, as Siffrin feels the warm embrace of sleep call for him. They are, for the first time in many months (maybe over a year?), safe. The calming sounds, the bustle of activity, their family so close, so loving, so happy; was bliss. He nearly accepts the call of sleep this time, though the scent of Bonnie's cooking keeps them alert. Stars, they really should just decide one way or the other. Nap, and eat cold food later, or stay awake, and eat the food warm? ...With their... Family... Well, the choice seems obvious, now.
He sits up, still making himself comfortable in the little napping corner he'd found. They glance around the room. Odile sits by the fireplace, reading a familytale. Not the Paperasse one, though, they'd managed to find another person willing to let her borrow theirs. It was sweet! Vaugarde's weird, willing to give things like that out to a complete stranger. Though knowing they're The Saviors, it makes a little more sense.
Mira's scanning the bookshelf wedged into the corner, probably looking for the last Cursing of Chateau Castle issue. Did they ever tell her how the series ended...? Eh... they won't. Time's on everyones' side for once, so she can read it herself. Bonnie is, ah... Right. In the kitchen. Probably bossing Isa 'round. The thought of him standing at attention, saying "yes chef!", brings a dopey grin to their face. Oh! Speaking of, he pokes his head into the room, face brightening upon meeting Siffrin's gaze. Their face feels warm, and they smile back. He steps in, walking over to begin with a simple, "hey, Sif!"
They grin nearly twice as hard. "Isa!"
"SIf!!!" He responds, right on cue.
They bite their lip, and don't egg him on further. "How's the food going?"
He crosses his arms, pouting playfully. "Good. Bonbon kicked me out of the kitchen, though... Apparently my hair's gotten too long, and they didn't have a second hairnet?"
Siffrin sticks his tongue out, giving a horribly recognizable grin. "Yeah? Well, I like your hair the way it is." The considerable darkening of the man's face does nothing to dissuade them from saying what they do next. "So I guess that's just a whisk you're willing to take?~" Aaaaaaaand... wink, perfect timing! Isa was nearly a puddle, giving them the fondest of looks, even through the laughter. Did he always act like this? Or is he just being less subtle, now that they know? Hm. Well, regardless, his laughter fills the room, as they'd expected. Butterflies aside, he can appreciate a good joke.
Sadly, the noise dies down quickly. "Ahhhh, that was good." He doesn't retort with one of his own, opting instead to plop down on the couch. Siffrin's feeling... More bold, than usual. A consequence of his newfound openness at Loop's request, no doubt. So he scoots closer, resting his head against Isa's arm, and the man is so warm, stars. Did Bonnie cook him over the stove, too??
He leans in further, trying to siphon as much of the (amazing-wonderful) heat as possible. Their nuzzling only serves to make Isa warmer, which they're quick to bask in, as well. "H-Hey, Sif?" Hm? They open their eye, looking up at him while pressed against his arm. Isa, unfortunately, composes himself. Teasing him was so easy, though, they could get him stammering again in a few minutes. "Can I ask you something?" ...A suspicious question.
"About the loops?" He asks, voice muffled against the buff man's arm.
"Oh, no! I... Think? Mmmmaybe, let's say maybe." Siffrin nods, waiting for him to continue. "So, you like touch. O-Or at least! Don't. Hate it, like we all thought you did." Another nod. "Well, I was just wondering, sometimes, you get really. Weird. About it?" His eyes go wide, taking on the expression he wears when he thinks he's messed up. " Crab , that's not how I meant it-" They smile up at him, and lean in a little harder. He melts under their touch. "Right." Isa clears his throat. "I-I mean, just, even catching you by surprise doesn't make you jump a lot anymore, ya know? But whenever we put a hand, like, on your side, or whatever? You flinch." Oh. Well that. Siffrin had no clear explanation he would willingly volunteer about that.
He looks away. Isa says, "I-I'm sorry if it's a sensitive topic?" They mutter a weak, albeit serious, 'no'. "Then... What is it? If you're okay to talk about it! I mean!"
Well... They've done this before. Saying the tough parts out loud. They had a system in place for a reason , so... "...Difficult," they say.
Isa clocks on. "In what way??"
A moment passes. Before things can get too awkward, and make giving an answer more difficult, they reply, in a hushed tone, "embarrassing." Isa's whole demeanor brightens. Something Siffrin found hard to share because it was embarrassing tended to be the best outcome, for both parties. It was always something they'd overthought, or expected everyone to hate about them, and putting those fears to rest, according to Isa, had never gotten old. This was going the same way as all the other talk, so... Was he overthinking this, again? Probably, right?
He gives Isa a content smile. Stars... So handsome.
An arm slowly wraps around them, as Isa attempts a hug, giving plenty of time for them to opt out, which they don't. "Alright, Sif. Do you want to try and say it, or lemme figure it out?" Siffrin's smile widens. Everyone had their own approaches to feelings talks, and they all helped in their own ways, but Isa's was... one of the best. Not that they'd ever say that! All the methods were good!! It's just that, Isa trying to puzzle out an answer always drained the tension, what with the sometimes silly guesses, or the connecting of dots Siffrin already knew about, and made the eventual reveal (because he always figures it out, he's one of the smartest people they know) very tolerable. And it's not like the responsibility is solely on him, Siffrin still does yes or no questions even when words are difficult. So, they nod, both of them knowing option one wasn't really on the table.
"Okay, okay." Isa shifts to get more comfortable, bringing one leg up to sit under the other. "Sooooo, I surprise you with touch, you don't flinch." He accentuates this with a hand, stroking through their hair, without warning. It feels heavenly, as they lean into it, almost forgetting that there's a second half to the demonstration. "But if I put my hand here..." The same hand that combed through his hair (great, wonderful, best thing ever) now moves down to their side, resting upon it (evil, horrible, the audacity to betray them like this). Siffrin recoils toward Isa, with a squeak. "...That happens. Which! By the way!!" A pause. ".....Cute."
Siffrin could probably die right then. He reaches up for a hat that he no longer has, suddenly realizing that Isa taking so long to come up with a replacement is probably on purpose. "So, are you ticklish, Sif??" That. Huh? Huh?? He just??? Said it???? He doesn't even look flustered , and Siffrin knows from extensive experience that Isa flusters ridiculously easy! Wow. That must be what it's like to be normal! What a concept! Siffrin nods at the question, trying not to react in a particularly strong way when the world leaves the mans mouth.
Isa... Tilts his head. "Is that it, then??" 'It', referring to what this talk is for, which... No, it isn't. Embarrassing, potentially life-ending information for anyone to have, but not what's worrying them. He shakes his head. "Oh, alright! Is iiiiiiit related, though?" ..................He nods, a small flush creeping up. Isa purses his lip, planting his chin firmly in his hand, thinking. "Hmmmmm..."
They really hope he's able to figure it out. Only considering the alternative is saying it themse- His fingers grip Siffrins' side, and squeeze. It takes every ounce of willpower not to flail, but he still squirms away as hard as he can. Which, given the strength he garnered from the loops, is very hard. Isa has to stand his ground a little, to keep the rogue from bulldozing his way through. "Woah-!" He's surprised. Though, after a few moments, that look is replaced with a devious grin. What is he planning? "Sif."
Their eye is clenched shut, lips pressed together. That was the most evil thing Isa's done!! But hesitantly, they open their eye, and look at him. He holds out a hand, face flushed. "C-Can I, uhm- Hold your hand?" What...? Where's this coming from? They've both gotten used to displays of affection, but now seems like a weird time?? Ah, well, he'd be a fool to pass this up. Greedily, he reaches out, snatching Isa's hand into their lap. It's massive , especially in comparison to their own. Isa takes advantage of this fact, closing his hand around both of Siffrins'. "Good! Thanks, Sif!" He sounds like he's about to do somethING-
Isa lifts Siffrins' arms up, using one hand to hold both of his, firmly. Not tight enough to hurt, but an experimental tug reveals they're locked in. They are suddenly. Overtly. Aware of how exposed their torso is. Their sides, their belly, under their arms- A soft static buzzes through them as their brain forces them to consider what's about to happen, his sides already feeling Isa's hands, roaming. The squeezing, and poking, and scribbling... And nibbling, a part of his brain adds, rather unhelpfully.
He has an awful poker face normally , and this exacerbates the problem, the ghosts of tickling eliciting a smile. Nothing's even happened yet, he needs to get it together, this isn't how normal people act about tickling touch! "I-Isa-?"
He grins. Not a smile, this is a devious, evil grin, for sure. "Thanks for trusting me." Ah! Betrayer! They have been deceived! They-! Oh, he's starting. Siffrin falls into a fit of giggles the moment Isa's other hand makes contact, thumb digging in and tracing soft circles into their side. They squirm about, body on autopilot to get away from the tickly horribly evil daggers that are Isa's fingers. It was just. So much, even this little bit of attention. A tad overwhelming, if he were being honest, but in a really good way?? Isn't that weird? Isa's fingers worm their way under his cloak, and that is so much blinding worse! Funny how one layer closer to his skin makes such a big difference.
Siffrin's laughter grows, along with the sensations. They lean into Isa, which. Bad idea. Possibly the worst idea, because now, Isa lets go of their hands, and wraps his whole arms around them! A H ! They were starting to feel lightheaded. Isa seems to reconsider, letting go. "Uhm- Sif, is it- Is it okay if I...?" He mimes a hug. Siffrin takes the time to recompose themself.
"It's. ...Fine?" He thinks so, anyway. "Just slowly, please."
"Oh! Great! Then- Well. I should probably ask, first, do you want me to. Stop? B-Because I can! Tickling you just seemed like a fun thing to do in the moment, but I dunno if you're used to that much touch, and I don't want to overwhelm you? Or anything??" Siffrin... Can't say anything, to that. How awful! Even just a simple 'no' would tell Isa everything he needs to know, what a horrible position to be put in!! So they do what they do best. Nothing. He even looks away when an embarrassed blush creeps up, for good measure. "Sif...?"
He can't look Isa in the eyes, and can't help but think this whole idea to talk was a mistake. Why would he want- "Ohhhhhhh!" Isa nips that spiral in the bud, something he's gotten increasingly good at. It feels weird. Being seen like that. Isa smiles. "Do you like it?"
...!
The question hits them like a sack of bricks, and he can only imagine how terrified he must've looked, for the first few moments. ...He knows. Isa knows, now. And their silence may as well have been a 'yes', so there's no backpedaling, he knows, and that must be so weird . An immediate sense of embarrassment weighs heavy on them, like an anvil (or a boulderstop thinking about it). Isa. Probably doesn't hate them, right? He wouldn't, he wouldn't. But still, he's not going to go along with this, it's creepy , they shouldn't have-
"SIF!" They startle, eye wide, briefly expecting to see a look of disgust. But it's Isa. Of course they don't. Instead, he gives them that look. Stars practically dotting his eyes, gazing into them as if they're the most beautiful, and precious thing he's ever seen. For once, they think he might be right. They'd absolutely find this adorable, in his shoes! But they see tickling this sort of thing way differently than everyone else. It's an interest not many have, so why does he find it cute?? "That's adorable!!" Do his cheeks not. Hurt?? He's smiling really hard.
They almost forget to stammer out a denial. "It's not-!" A poke to the ribs, and they squeak, curling up with a wide, shaking smile.
Isa's clearly enjoying himself. "See?? Adorable!"
He tries, once again. "I-It's not- " Isa grabs their sides with both hands, and starts to squeeze , sending them immediately into hysterics.
"Yeah, but... It totally is, though???" Siffrin can't even get out a reply, this time. Every attempt is met with a change of spots, to mix him up. After a moment, though, the tickling (he can't even think of a way to replace this, but the word is too much) stops. "Any more objections?"
Siffrin. Breathes. Then speaks. "Isn't it... weird, to you?"
Isa raises an eyebrow, and a corner of his mouth lifts up. "Sif. Siffrin. Sifarooni." A beat of silence. "...No."
"No...?" Is the only reply they have.
"Nope! Not weird! Cute!"
"It's not- " Big hands dig into their sides once again, practically vibrating against their ribs. His laughter goes so high that it becomes silent, mouth agape.
He stops just as quickly as he began, leaving them curled into a ball, fighting back their lingering grin. "Okay, okay, Sif. I'm not dumb. I know this isn't gonna work. I mean, I'm basically giving you what you want, every time you say you're not cute, right?" Wow, terrifying he pieced that together, albeit that's expected of him. "So how about this? Tell me your top three favorite things about yourself, and I'll tickle you, okay? Sound good??" What. WHAT!
"That's-!" Siffrin pauses, quieting down. Everyone else had already thrown the two of them cursory glances, so it's a little late to worry about volume, but better safe than sorry. He whisper-yells, "that isn't fair!"
"Sorry, Sif!" Isa closes his eyes, face tilted up. "I don't make the rules! Top three favorite things, go!"
"Well, I...!" But there was no argument to be made. Other than 'you quite literally just made the rules', but that wouldn't get them out of this. So Isa just thinks this is cute??? Their mind still grapples with that concept, but they were given an ultimatum. May wanna deal with it, first. Top three favorite things...? About himself?? How was he supposed to even attempt that! ...Well... Ugh, it's a start. "My... Hair...........?"
Isa's face brightens. "Oh! Yeah, your hair's great!!" The hand returns to his hair!! It combs softly and rhythmically, and Siffrin finds himself leaning into it, again. "So soft............. And the shade, too! Darkless looks good on you." This amount of positive attention was sure to overload them, by the end. Their face darkens. "Alright, buddy. Next!"
"Uhm..." This was excruciatingly difficult, even trying to think of two positives. "......My..................... voice......?" Frankly, he didn't sound all that impressive, or nice. A little grating, actually. And yet, it was still top two! Hah. Isn't that sad?
"Yes!!" Isa's smile shines brighter than any star in the Universe. Siffrin can't help but be mesmerized. "You sound amazing, Sif! So many little details, to your voice!"
Self-indulgence sounded awful, but he couldn't help himself. "Details?"
"Oh, yeah yeah yeah! Like the subtle tone shift right before you make a pun, or the tilt to your words when you ask about stuff you don't know, or- Or the deeper tone when you talk about stuff you do! " Wow. He- He didn't even know. That someone paid this much attention, to the way they talk. "Of course I pay attention, Sif." He startles. Isa does, too, this time. "Sorry! Sorry!! You're just- Really easy to read, sometimes?" Oh, right. They. Already knew that one.
Isa clears his throat. "Okay, Sif. One more! You can do it!" One more, one more, one more, what else does he- Siffrin twitches , as Isa's fingers land against their sides. They let out an involuntary giggle, but the hands aren't moving. Just. Sitting there. He fights his face tooth and nail to remain calm, failing miserably, and instead opting to cover it with his cloak. "C'mon, Siiiiiiif!~ You got this!!" The rain against the window starts to beat down a little harder, managing to soothe some of his growing excitement. Juuuuust enough to where he can think straight, thank the stars.
"M-My-" Isa's fingers shift slightly, sending them into another fit of nervous laughter.
"I'm not even doing anything!" His voice drips with amusement. "C'mooooooonnnn.~"
"Okay, Isa, IsaIsaIsa, please-" They were losing it , this was awful!!! In a... good way. That's weird. They're weird- No, Isa thinks it's cute, Isa thinks it's cute, he focuses on that fact. "I-I-I like-" He finally finds the will to spit out something, even if it's, in his opinion, a lame answer. Though he realizes, when has his opinion of himself ever been trustworthy? "I really love you guys?-" They flinch, and squeak, expecting Isa's hands to start digging in any second...! They don't. And somehow, that's worse.
Isa beams. "You do! You make that much clear every day, Sif." Well! ...Good, is all he can mentally add to that. "And we love you, too! We always will, okay?" He feels content, for a moment. "Now, let's see if I can't find a way to tickle your fancy, huh?" Isa gives a proud grind. They! Do not! Laugh!! They don't!!! ..........A few giggles pour out. Then more, and more, especially as Isa's hand start to shift. After a moment, they're full-on laughing.
This laughter is then sustained as Isa's hands get to work, pinching their ribs with ruthlessness. He arches his back, hands frantically patting at Isa's wrists. The strength he gained from the loops was great, but this far into being tickled AHHHHH, his arms felt like wet noodles trying to push a boulder, it just wasn't happening. Isa's touch was rough , but controlled, a style Siffrin had gotten plenty of familiarity with, and it. Was. Maddening. Especially when used this way.
Siffrin's arms are thrown down to their sides as Isa's fingers wriggle underneath, worming their way against any tickle spot AH they could reach. They smile, both because of the feeling, and because it was... weirdly freeing, for Isa to know. Maybe this could happen more often. The thought was as delightful as it was terrifying. The roughness of Isa's hands, not just his method of touch, could be felt even through their cloak. The calluses add a scratchy sensation that makes everything just that little bit worse. But what makes things truly unbearable is what Isa does next. "Aw, you're so ticklish, Sif!~" He teases, in that whisper-yell voice he likes to do. Instantly, Siffrin jerks, rolling onto their side. "Oh-! Aww, does that tickle? Are you a a little giggle bug?"
Stars, that makes it all so much worse!!! Siffrin tries to speak, "nohoho teheheasiiiiinggg!" Half of him saying 'teasing' is mumbled through a couch cushion, but Isa understands.
"Why?? Does that make it tickle worseeeee?~" Obviously it does, you-! Isa's fingers dig into their back and ohstarsthey'regoingtodie.
They pant, too tired and overwhelmed to laugh. They let out a breathy, "waitwaitwaitwahahahait," and Isa, mercifully, listens.
"Too much?" He's quick to ask. They give a weak nod. "Okay! Sorry!! Did you, uh, enjoy? It??" They give a very fast nod, before once again hiding their face in the couch. They're tempted to cover their ears, too, when Isa starts cooing at them. But they don't, arms too exhausted to even consider rising. After some time for them to calm down, Isa brings them upright, and into a hug. Once again, giving time to opt out, that Siffrin will likely never take him up on. He mumbles into their hair. "Do you have any idea how cute you are?"
Their brain is quick to think of 'adora-beau', but stars, they can barely get one word out, let alone a setup for a joke. So instead, they lean into him, whining pathetically stop thinking like that, Isa probably thinks it's even more cute, the absolute mad man. A hand is quick to start rubbing their back, which they flinch at. It doesn't even tickle, but their brain's trying desperately to make them feel like it is. Thankfully, after not getting what it was hoping for, their brain chills the crab out, and lets them relax. "You okay, Sif?"
Believing he can speak well enough to not be incoherent, Siffrin pries his face away from Isa's chest. "...Yeah, I'm-" The embarrassment of what's happened washes over him, but he presses on, with just a touch less confidence in his voice. "I'm good." They can't think of anything else to say, really.
Isa hums into their hair, having leaned forward just for that. "Aaaaaand you had fun?"
"..............yeah," they say, shyly. He at least manages to say "thank you," in a somewhat normal manner.
"Good! So." Isa stops, thinking over his next words. "You thought I... Wouldn't think was the cutest crabbing thing I've ever seen?" Well when he says it like that and with that tone, it sounds awfully silly. Which it... Probably was, in hindsight.
Siffrin nods, regardless. "It's not really common, is it?"
"Well, no, but uncommon doesn't mean weird! And weird doesn't always mean bad! Siffrin this is adorable, I honestly wish-" They wince. "-uh- I think it would've been a good idea for you to tell me sooner. You're entitled to your privacy, but if the only thing holding you back from telling us is how you think we'd react to it, then... ahhh, what did Bonnie say...?"
That could be anything. But, the first thing that comes to mind is, "stop being such a crab?" Isabeau, thoroughly caught off guard, laughs. Not a pun-laugh, but still amazing on the ears.
He continues through the laughter. "Yeah!! Quit being such a crab, Sif!" They smile, leaning harder into him. So soft.............
.......they prevent themself from drifting off to sleep. "Thanks, Isa." For everything, he does not add, because Isa already knows. It's been said to death, at this point, even if it remains true.
"Hey, no problem." He hugs Sif tighter, just enough to be comforting. "What else are friends for, yeah?"
talking back to your dom when they suddenly shove two fingers inside you to shut you up. “what was that, puppy? come on, use your words.” as they pump their fingers in and out of you every time you try and speak, reducing you to a pathetic, whimpering mess.
Below are three sets of 10 Christmas emojis. Pick one from each set of your choice for a surprise on Christmas morning. Now, I’ll give you this much, each set of Christmas emojis relates to a tickle spot, a position and a tickle tool.. But you won’t know which set of emojis links to which criteria. That itself is part of the surprise 😏
I have the lists prepared and I’m checking them twice! Have you been good this year?
Then on Xmas morning (or at least Xmas morning GMT) the list will be shared and your gift is unwrapped before your very eyes. Hopefully it matches what you wanted.
So, if you want one final surprise gift this year - leave a comment with your selection for you to return too when the lists are revealed just so there’s no cheating on what you picked 😉 in the mean time, let’s all count down the days to Christmas. Hopefully the anticipation won’t affect you too much, and no peeking at your present early 😜
1. 🎅 🎄 ⭐️ 🧑🎄☃️❄️🌨️🍾🎁 🕯️
2.🎅 🎄 ⭐️ 🧑🎄☃️❄️🌨️🍾🎁 🕯️
3.🎅 🎄 ⭐️ 🧑🎄☃️❄️🌨️🍾🎁 🕯️
I also realised that there are limited emojis that can represent Xmas so I have 10 in each category. You can pick 3 different emojis. 2 the same or even the same one each time if you wish.. it’s your present after all.
So onward to Christmas morning! And for everyone that got this far, wishing you all a happy holidays, a merry Christmas and an enjoyable festive period to you all.
So sorry to be horny on main but also doms that are so gentle and are being so sweet to you while absolutely fucking ruining you.
Please hear me out-
You've cum more than you thought you'd ever be able to handle but your doms fingers just keep finding their way back to your t-dick. And you are so so sensitive and you're whining and squirming and trying desperately to get them to just give you a break. There not harsh or mean to you, they just pull you against their chest and whisper in your ear,
"Shhh it's okay baby"
"Come on I know you've got one more in you, you can give me one more"
"It's alright love all you need to do is keep breathing. Just breathe through it my darling"
