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Masterlist 2

Masterlist 1 Link Here

Nightwing x Reader - Stay With Me Tonight

Sam and Dean x Reader - The Missing Key Conspiracy

Hawks x Reader - Waking Up the Winged Hero

Kirishima x Reader - One of the Bestest Friends

Aizawa X Reader - What Makes You Human

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Sylus x Reader - You’re Not Stuck

A/N: I wrote this because this was something I’ve been going through for a while and I know there’s other people feeling the same way. Hopefully this will help with others to remind them you’re not alone

Summary: After a difficult day, Sylus comforts you when you open up about your struggles, reminding you that you never has to face them alone

Ler: Sylus

Lee: Reader

Words: 2,337

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You had been lying in bed all day, feeling like doing nothing. You lay on your side, your legs curled up, and your hand beneath your head. You felt a single tear slowly falling from the corner of your eye and across the bridge of your nose.

Sylus entered the room silently, not wanting to disturb your peace. He noticed you lying in bed and took a moment to observe you. Seeing the tear running down your cheek, his expression softened a bit as he approached the bed.

Without a word, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress sinking under his weight.

He reached out a hand towards your face, gently wiping away the tear with his thumb. His touch lingered, he felt more concerned as he noticed the sadness on your face.

“You’re quiet today,” he remarked, his voice low and thoughtful. “Why the tears?”

You took in a soft shuddering breath. “It’s nothing.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow at your reply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite your reassurance, he sensed something was bothering you.

He shifted a little closer, putting his hand on your hip. “You’re not very convincing, you know,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “I can tell there’s more to it than ‘nothing’.”

He studied your face, his eyes roaming over your features as if trying to decipher the thoughts running through your mind. He knew you well enough to know when you were hiding something, and this was one of those moments.

His thumb gently traced small circles on your hip comfortingly. “Come on, talk to me,” he nudged gently. “You know you can't keep everything bottled up forever.”

You sniffled. “I just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

Sylus shook his head. “If it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid,” he said gently. “Don’t brush off your feelings like that. Let me hear it, even if you think it’s ridiculous."

You took a moment to think about what you wanted to say. “I feel like I’m behind. I’m struggling and can’t figure out what to do. Everyone else is more successful than I am, and I’m just stuck. I don’t know what to do, and it’s my fault.” More tears came and spilled down, drenching a spot on your pillow.

Sylus listened intently to your words. He understood the pressure you were under, the weight of feeling like you couldn't measure up.

He gently moved closer, his hand squeezing your hip in a gesture of reassurance. “You’re being too hard on yourself,” he said, “Everyone’s journey is different. It’s not fair to compare yourself to others. You’re not behind, you’re just on a different path.”

“But why am I struggling so hard? I should have everything figured out, and I’m still stuck.”

Sylus leaned down, his forehead nearly touching yours as he looked directly into your eyes. “Because life isn’t a race, and success isn’t a straight line. You think I got where I am by following someone else's footsteps? No. I stumbled, got back up, and carved my own way.”

His thumb brushed your cheek again, wiping away a fresh tear. “You’re not stuck. You’re just in a moment. And I’m not going anywhere, so take your time.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now, or ever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

His hand traced soothing circles on your back while his other hand cradled the back of your head. He wanted to soothe the anxiety and doubts that had clouded your mind. “Take a breath, love. Slow down. Life isn’t going anywhere without you. You’ll find your way when you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and wipe away tears from your face. “You make it sound easy.”

Sylus chuckled softly, his signature smirk returning to his face. “I never said it was easy,” he replied, “Nothing worthwhile ever is.”

He shifted, gently adjusting you so you were sitting across his lap, his arms still tight around you. “But I’ve also learned that dwelling too much on the difficulty makes it more overwhelming. You just need to take it one step at a time. It’s okay to falter. Just don’t give up.”

You nodded after taking in his words. “Okay.”

Sylus studied you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face, searching for any lingering sadness or distress. Seeing that you seemed a bit more composed now, he relaxed a little, his grip on you loosening just slightly.

“Good,” he said softly. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you with him so you ended up resting your head against his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat, coupled with the warmth of his body, was soothing. Sylus had ways of grounding you when you were on the verge of spiraling.

He continued to play with your hair, his fingers occasionally tracing patterns along your scalp. “Feeling better?” he asked, quietly.

You nodded.

Sylus hummed in acknowledgment. He could feel the tension in your body slowly easing, replaced by a more relaxed sense of calm.

He leaned down, pressing another light kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a little longer. When he spoke again, his voice was almost a whisper.

“Next time, don’t keep things bottled up like this,” he said, his tone slightly scolding. “I don’t care how small or stupid you think it is. Share it with me.”

You looked down at your own lap. “I sometimes feel like it’s not a big deal, but deep down for me, it is. I guess I only say that because no one would listen.”

Sylus’s jaw tightened slightly at your words. The thought of you feeling that your thoughts and feelings weren't worth listening to infuriated him.

His hand stilled for a moment in your hair before he gently placed it on your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Then they’re idiots,” he said, his voice firm but not harsh. “Your feelings always matter. To me, most of all.”

His red eyes locked with yours intensely. “You could wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me about a dream you had, and I’d listen,” he added, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. “Because if it matters to you, it matters to me. That’s what this is, what we are.”

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, but his gaze stayed serious. “So next time? Don't hesitate. Barge in. Kick down the door if you have to. I’ll be there.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Sylus gave a satisfied nod, releasing your chin and back stroking through your hair. “Good,” he murmured, his arms tightening around you just slightly.

Then he abruptly shifted the mood, his fingers ghosted over your side, teasing. “Now, since we’ve settled the serious stuff,” he said, voice dipping into playful mischief, “how about we lighten the mood? I recall someone here loves being tickled…”

His touch lingered, waiting to see if you’d protest or let him chase away the last of the sadness with laughter.

You instantly blushed. “Wait, wait, wait,”

A wide smirk tugged at the corner of Sylus’s lips as you blushed and protested. He loved how easy it was to get a rise out of you.

Ignoring your pleading, he began to attack your most ticklish spot mercilessly. His fingers traced along your waist and sides, expertly targeting the sensitive areas.

The sound of his low, amused laugh filled the room. “What’s the matter, love?” he teased. “Already giving up?”

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Wahahahait! You didn’t warn me first!” You grabbed his wrists and tried to push his hands away while squirming.

Sylus feigned an innocent look, though the wicked gleam in his eyes gave him away. “Warn you? And ruin the fun?” He laughed again, easily evading your grasping hands as he continued to tickle you mercilessly.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“You know I love watching you squirm,” he teased more. “Your laugh is music to my ears.”

His grip stayed firm, his strong fingers dancing over your sides, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it mercilessly. “What happened to the stubborn and stoic Y/N I know? Can’t take a little tickling?”

“Sylus!” You squealed loudly. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head. He wiggled his fingers against your armpit. You jerked to the side. “Nohohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Sylus grinned wider at your squeals and protests, his hold on you unyielding. He loved it when you laughed like this, no filter, no holding back, completely at his mercy.

He continued his relentless tickling assault, his fingers merciless as they danced along your armpits. “Oh, but you’re just too adorable when you’re this vulnerable,” he leaned in close. “Look at you, reduced to a giggling mess.”

“Not so tough now, are you?"

“Shut up!”

Sylus laughed at your flustered demand. “Make me,” he challenged, his fingers pausing just long enough for you to catch your breath, only to dive right back in, this time scribbling against your ribs.

His smirk was certainly wicked. “Or are you too busy laughing to retaliate?”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop!” You kicked your legs behind him and thrashed side to side.

Sylus chuckled at your frantic attempts to escape, his hands quickly grabbing your legs and pinning them down on the bed, effectively immobilizing you.

He hovered over you, his body pinning you in place, his fingers still working their magic along your stomach. He was clearly in his element, relishing your helplessness and the sound of your laughter.

“You’re not going anywhere, love,” he taunted, his voice a low rumble. “Not until I’ve had my fill of your adorable squeals.”

A cheeky grin curled at the corner of Sylus’s lips when his hand snuck beneath the fabric of your shirt, finding the soft, sensitive skin of your stomach. You arched your back and tried to pull your arms down again. “No, no, no, nohohohohoho!” Your protests and laughter only fueled his teasing.

He chuckled at your attempts to free your arms. “Nice try, love,” he said, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath his touch. “But you’re not getting out of this.”

His eyes gleamed in the light, full of mischief. His hand moved your shirt up to show your stomach, and he slowly leaned his head down above it. Your eyes widened as you knew what was coming. “No, no, no! Wait! Wait a minute!”

Sylus’s gaze darkened with anticipation as he pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft, vulnerable skin of your belly. He paused, his face mere inches above your stomach. He chuckled at your panicked protests.

“You can beg and plead all you want, love,” he growled softly, “But we both know I love seeing you like this, helpless, flushed, and at my mercy. You look good enough to eat.”

His lips ghosted over your stomach in a teasing, featherlight kiss before suddenly blowing a loud, ticklish raspberry against your skin.

“PPPBTHBT!”

You arched your back and let out a scream of laughter. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Your laugh went silent for a second before you made a sound again. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Sylus watched as you convulsed with laughter, your body arching in response to the intense sensation of his raspberry. He absolutely loved seeing you like this. Unable to stop the helpless giggles, your composure completely shattered.

He repeated his attack, blowing another, even louder raspberry against the sensitive skin of your side, relishing the sound of your laughter. “That’s it,” he said, his voice full of wicked satisfaction. “That’s the sound I like to hear.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Sylus finally relented, but not without one last exaggerated raspberry to your stomach for good measure. He eased up his grip on your wrists, freeing your hands. He still hovered over you, a soft smirk on his face.

“Had enough, or do I need to escalate?” His fingers twitched threateningly near your ribs.

You breathed heavily. “Please… no… no more.”

Sylus chuckled, clearly satisfied by your surrender, and finally withdrew his hands. He shifted his weight so he was no longer pinning you down, instead moving to lie beside you.

“Fine, fine,” he surrendered. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin atop your head. “Better now?” he asked softly.

You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking up. “Yeah… better.”

Sylus hummed in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you slightly in response. He felt content just to hold you close while you caught your breath.

Eventually, he tilted his head to press another light kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he whispered against your skin. “That’s all that matters.”

“Thank you… for making me feel better.”

Sylus pulled away enough to look down at you, his red eyes softening at the gratitude in your voice. His hand gently caressed your cheek.

“No need to thank me,” he said tenderly. “I meant what I said earlier. Your feelings matter to me.”

His thumb traced the line of your jaw, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “You keep a lot of things bottled up,” he remarked, the observation a gentle but firm reminder.

“You don’t have to shoulder everything alone, you know. I know I tease you, but…” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “You can share the burden. With me. Always.”

You nodded. “Okay,” I said almost quietly.

Sylus let out a soft huff of amusement, ruffling your hair slightly before pulling you back against him. “Good. Now, let’s get some rest. All that laughing must have worn you out.”

He shifted, ensuring you were comfortable before settling in, his arm protectively draped over you.

“And if you wake up in the middle of the night feeling down again?” He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “You know where to find me.”

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I’ll probably write some time next week. I haven’t been writing because of the shit I was going through, no motivation, struggling to get a job, and other crap like that. I’m still trying

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You can get through this, we believe in you!

Thank you. I hope I can

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I’m going through a really bad time right now so you might not hear from me in a while

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I’m currently sick right now and so tired right now but I wanna make a sick comfort fic because that’s what I need right now

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What do I have to say for 2025? A lot of things and what I have to say is not good. The most stressful year I’ve had. I’m struggling to get a job, I moved twice, I’ve dealt with a lot of family issues that are involved with my dad, and everything is just so hard. Like I want to cry because of the stress and feeling behind on everything. But with the world going on right now, it’s easy to get sucked down and feel like shit. I don’t know how I kept putting up with it. I shouldn’t have to struggle so much but it’s more difficult every day. I don’t know what 2026 will be like but I’m really hoping it’ll get better. It has to, right?

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I know it’s the first of December and I haven’t finished the Tickletober. I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff lately and I want to keep working on it

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On this next fic, you’ll never guess who I’m writing 😏😈

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I know that the tickletober fics are late but I’ve been doing a lot and I was doing pretty good halfway but with the moving and everything else in the house has been draining. I’m still working on them though and after I’m done with the tickletober, I’m going to be focusing on getting the requested fics out because I feel bad that I’ve been neglecting them. Trust me, it’ll be worth it in the end

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I wanna get into Love and Deep Space so bad 😭

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Day 20. Movie night

Nightwing x Reader - Making Up for Lost Time

Summary: When Dick’s guilt threatens to ruin your night, you prove that sometimes a quiet movie and a few giggles are all it takes to make things right again

Ler: Nightwing

Lee: Reader

Words: 639

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You gathered all the snacks and drinks in your arms and made your way from the kitchen to the living room.

“You need any help?” Dick asked, watching you. “Nope.” You placed the snacks and drinks on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. Dick threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. “It’s been so long since we did this.” “Yeah, it has.” You replied.

You looked up and saw a different expression on his face. He frowned softly and looked down. “Dick? What’s wrong?” You asked. Dick let out a sigh. “It’s just… with everything that’s been going on, I feel like I haven’t been spending enough time with you. The patrols, Batman, the criminals going around, it’s all been too much and I couldn’t find a way to prioritize you a lot more. I know I’m making excuses but I don’t know how else to say it.” He turned his head away from you, like he was ashamed of himself to look at you. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be your presence.

“Dick,” you brought up to his face and made him turn back towards you. “Don’t think for a second that I’m mad or upset, I’m not. I know what you had to deal with and I know you had to grow up that made you who you are now. I know what I signed up for when we first got together. This isn’t something new. Yeah, it does hurt a little, I’m not going to lie but as long as we talk and tell each other what’s happening, everything is going to be fine. You’re okay, Dick. I still love you.”

As you gently reassured him, you were rubbing your thumb against his cheek, comforting him more. Dick’s face saddened more. “You make everything sound easy.”

“It won’t be easy but we’ll do it together.” You placed your hand on the back of his head and pulled him close to you.

Dick wrapped his arms around you tightly. “You’re too good to me.” He mumbled against your shoulder. “I mean every word, Dick. And now that we’re here in this moment, there’s no phone calls, no interruptions, just us together. Okay?”

Dick nodded. “Yeah, okay.” “Now how about we start this movie and fill up on junk food.” You smiled. Dick smiled back. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As you two watched a movie and chowed down on the snacks and drinks, Dick was feeling more content with you. He nuzzled his nose against your temple. “Thank you.” He said softly. You smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He kissed your temple before he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “I love you.” He kissed your neck lightly. You chuckled softly, feeling a bit ticklish from his lips. “Dick,” “What is it? What’s with the giggles, chuckles?” he teased and smirked against your neck, knowing full well of the reason. He kissed your neck again, making you scrunch your shoulders up with a soft squeak. “Dihihick, quit it,”

“Aww, but you sound so cute,” he paused for a second as he thought up something. “You know, it’s been a while since I heard your cute laugh. Why don’t I fix that?”

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against his chest then tickled your ribs as he planted light rapid kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“Ahahahahahahahhahahaha, Dihihihihick!” You struggled in his arms and giggled loudly.

“What, giggle bug? You don’t like this? All I’m doing is giving you love, attention, and kisses.” He dug his fingers in your ribs and blew raspberries on the side of your neck.

“Nohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Dihihihihick, stohohohohohop!”

But he didn’t, not for a moment anyways. He continued tickling you and the movie was forgotten since then.

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Day 17. Non-human part

Kirishima and Bakugou x Reader - The Dragon’s Weak Spot

A/N: This fic is from the content creator Yuzuya’s fantasy series

Summary: After spending all day walking, the trio finally stopped to rest and decided to lift their spirits for the rest of the night

Lee: Kirishima

Ler: Reader

Words: 1,003

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Bakugou and Y/N felt exhausted and sore from hours of walking while Kirishima could only focus on food. His stomach growled louder by the minute. He groaned and crossed his arms behind his head. “I’m so hungry.”

One of Bakugou’s eyes twitched from Kirishima’s complaint. “I hear you, Kirishima. You said that already for the past 20 minutes.” He growled, on the verge of snapping.

A moment later, Bakugou looked at the setting sun hovering above the horizon then checked the area they were in. He sighed. “We’ll make camp here.” He said as he guided the others from the road and deeper in the trees and brushes. “Here is good, it gives us a little coverage and away from the road.”

Kirishima slumped his bag down to the ground with a grunt. “Oh man, I’m so tired.” He sat on the ground and leaned his back against a fallen log. “Me too.” Y/N said tiredly and sat on the log next to Kirishima.

Bakugou kneeled down and set his bag on the ground, getting supplies out and getting ready to make a fire. “Relax, you two. You’re lucky I even said we’d make camp tonight.” He said gruffly, grabbing nearby stones and making a circle.

“Bakugou, that would be cruel.” Kirishima whined. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Stop whining, you big lizard.” He grabbed the pot from his bag and set it up. “One of you, go get some wood for the fire.”

Kirishima leaned his head back. “I don’t think I can move another muscle.” “Gods, you’re being extra whiney today.” Bakugou commented.

“I’ll go get some wood.” Y/N volunteered and got up.

“Don’t take too long and don’t go too far.” Bakugou said. With that, Y/N ventured off from camp to get wood.

After some time, Y/N finally came back with branches and small logs. Bakugou looked up as he was cutting up ingredients for tonight’s stew. “If you were gone any longer, I would’ve sent Kirishima after you.”

“Sorry, I wanted to make sure to get enough.”

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up and get the fire going.”

Finally, after making the fire, all three of them waited and watched the stew simmer. Kirishima stretched his wings and tried to reach his arm around but was struggling. Y/N noticed. “You okay?” They asked.

“Yeah, sometimes my wings can get itchy and I have a hard time reaching them.”

“I could scratch your wings for you.” They suggested.

Kirishima’s eyes lit up. “Really? Thank you, traveler!”

He turned his back towards Y/N and adjusted his wings. They started to scratch at the primary and secondary mainsail on one wing. “Sorry if my nails aren’t long enough.” They said.

“No, no… this feels just fine.” Kirishima said contently. He slowly closed his eyes and started to purr.

The blonde barbarian shook his head. “You’re spoiling him again.”

“Mmm, let them spoil me. This feels so good.” Kirishima was slurring his words.

Y/N started to scratch at the base of the wing that was connected to his skin. Kirishima suddenly twitched and his wings jolted as if he’d been shocked. “Wait, wait, not there. It-it’s a little sensitive.”

They looked at his face to look for any signs of discomfort but all they could see was his lips curling to a smile and they thought they heard a chuckle. They slowly smirked. “Oh, it’s sensitive, huh?” They teased.

The red dragon blushed. “Uh, uh, yeah! That spot’s always been sensitive!”

“He’s sensitive as in he's ticklish.” Bakugou said out of nowhere.

Kirishima started to stammer, feeling flustered. “B-Bakugou! Don’t tell them that!”

Bakugou chuckled. “It’s the base of his wings and between his shoulder blades.”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima whined and covered his blushing face.

Y/N smirked. “You don’t say.” To test how ticklish he is, they lightly wiggled their fingers around those spots that Bakugou mentioned.

Kirishima tensed his back and giggled. “Hehehehehey, t-traveler! It tickles! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!” He was trying his best to keep his wings under control to not hurt them but he was wiggling around like a worm on a hook.

Bakugou smiled softly, watching his dragon companion laughing heartily. He knew how tough the journey had been for the three of them so having moments like this was rare. He knew that he should keep guard in case anything or anyone was nearby their camp but at this moment, he’d let it slide.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop! It tickles so bahahahahad!” Kirishima kept laughing and squirming. Y/N laughed as well as they kept tickling him. “Aww, really? A big dragon like you? That’s really cute.” Y/N teased, moving up to tickle the shoulders on his wings.

Kirishima squealed and flapped his wings to try to avoid their fingers. “Wait, wahahahahahahait! Traveleherherherherherher!”

Bakugou chuckled. “Looks like you found a bad spot, traveler.”

“Did I really find another ticklish spot on the big ticklish dragon?” They teased him again.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Plehehehehease stohohohohohop!” Kirishima’s wings fluttered and his tail thumped on the ground, causing dirt to fly in the air around them.

“Oi, oi, oi, Kirishima!” Bakugou coughed and waved his arm to move the dirt from in front of him. “You’re gonna get dirt in the damn stew!”

Y/N stopped, leaving Kirishima breathless and his body limped against the log. “Oh… oh, thank the gods.” Kirishima breathed heavily. Y/N chuckled. “You okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. It just tickled a lot.”

“Yeah, it looked like you were getting carried away, shitty scales. Kicking up damn dirt everywhere.”

“Sorry, Bakugou. I couldn’t help it. How would you feel if you were getting your wings tickled?”

“One, I don’t have wings and two, unlike you, I’m not ticklish. Now come on, the stew is done.” Bakugou grabbed two bowls and filled them with the stew. “Here, eat.”

“Thanks! I’m starving!” Kirishima exclaimed excitedly and took the bowl, immediately chowing down on his stew.

The trio ate the stew and spend the rest of the evening peacefully.

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Day 19. Chase

Leonardo x Reader - The Art of Not Getting Caught

Summary: Leo’s teaching you to dodge your enemies, but he might just be your biggest one yet, especially when “getting caught” comes with giggly consequences

Ler: Leo

Lee: Reader

Words: 367

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“You almost got caught that time!” Leo shouted as he chased you throughout the lair, slowly closing in on you.

He was teaching you how to run and dodge in case if you were ever in a dangerous situation and help you escape. But nothing is scarier than a ninja turtle chasing after you.

As you ran, you tried your best to stay as far away from Leonardo as possible. You slid to the side towards the dojo and ran up the stairs. Leo followed you and saw you hiding behind the Japanese maple tree. “I hope you know that hiding isn’t going to save you, Y/N.”

Leo went over to one side of the tree but you went to the other side. When he tried to get you on the other side, you moved to the opposite side of the tree. “Y/N, seriously?” When you two did the same thing again, he stopped and made a deadpan face. “Come on, you can’t keep doing this.” “It’s working, ain’t it?” “You- come here!” He sprinted behind the tree to chase you again.

You squealed and ran away again, and this time he finally caught you. He hooked one arm around your waist and took you down on the floor. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. He smirked. “Gotcha.”

“Leo, Leo, we-we can talk about this!” You said nervously and struggled against him. “What do you mean? What do you think is gonna happen?” Leo kept his smirk.

“Uh… I thought you were… oh,” your eyes widened when you realized.

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You thought I was going to do what? Were you expecting me to do something?” His smirk deepened, making you blush.

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Ooh, you thought I was going to tickle you when I caught you, huh?” He teased.

“No!”

“Oh, yes you did and you know what? Maybe I will.” He took his free hand and lightly tickled your armpit.

“Ahahahahahahahahahaha, Leohohoho!”

“Aww, you’re so ticklish. I should do this more often when I train you. Maybe this will teach you not to get caught. You’ll never know who will discover your adorable weakness.”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha! Shut up!”

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Day 15. Experiment/Mad Scientist

Tony Stark x Reader - Mechanical Mischief

Summary: Tony needed your help with an experiment in his lab but you didn’t expect anything like this

Lee: Reader

Ler: Tony

Words: 595

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It felt like a chill day in New York, for once. You were just in the penthouse of the Avengers Tower when Tony Stark came out of his lab. “Hey, squirt, do you mind helping me with a little something in my lab?” he asked, twirling a socket wrench in his hands. “Yeah, sure. I got nothing to do anyways.” You said and walked with him to his lab.

As you got into his lab, you saw the clutterness on his desk. Papers were scattered on the table and the ground, parts were everywhere too. You even almost tripped over a hex nut. “Watch your step.” Tony said. “Yeah, after I stepped on your crap.” You said, unamused. “Hey, for your information, my crap is special and will not be discriminated against. Stand over there please.” Tony pointed at the giant circle pad in the middle of the room.

You walked over and stood in the circle. He turned to his robot that was left off to the side. “Hey, Dum-E, point that fire extinguisher the other way. We’re not going to need it.”

Dum-E whirred and pointed up. “No, no, that way. Not in this direction. Face the wall or something.” The machine whirred again then pointed down, eventually moving the other way as Tony said before. “Alright, anyways, what I need you to do is raise your arms above your head like I’m Iron Man and I’m about to blast you away with my arm cannons or whatever.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a little excessive but okay.” You did what he said then a pair of robot arms behind you grabbed your wrists, holding them higher. “Just don’t freak out. That’s there in case.” Tony said as he typed on his computer then walked over to you with four hand sized gadgets in his hands. The gadgets latched themselves on your body without any pain.

“In case of what? What are those?” You asked, watching him placing each of the gadgets on your armpits and your sides. “You’ll find out in a second. Like I said, I'm working on an experiment and the point of an experiment is either finding out for yourself or just spoiling the fun if I tell you, which, by the way, I prefer if you find out.” He flashed a sly smirk.

“Have it your way, Oh Genius One.”

“See? You learn quick.” Tony walked to his desk and typed a command on his computer. “Just relax.”

Then before you know what hit you, you started to feel ticklish vibrations in your armpits and sides. You started to squirm against the robot arms and squealed. “Tony! What’s going on?!”

“That, my little guinea pig, is the experiment I was talking about. Now I’m not really going to use it for any combat related or something. I just made it for fun and I thought it would work in your favor. Isn’t it cool?” he leaned against the desk as he watched you giggle and flail helplessly.

“Nohohohohohoho! Turn it ohohohohoff!”

“But you haven’t seen what else it can do.” Tony typed on his computer again and suddenly the vibrations from the gadgets were growing stronger. You felt the vibrations reach all around your torso, from your neck down to your hips, making you laugh louder. You tried to pull down your arms but the machines were holding them tight.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Make it stahahahahahahap!”

“Oh come on, I thought you would like these doohickeys.”

“Tony, plehehehehehease!”

You kept laughing and struggling, hoping the torturous tickling would stop soon.

[burningablaze]

This move has been stressing the f out

[burningablaze]

Sorry if the fics are coming out slow right now but I’m just getting my stuff to move out to another place. I went to a Korean festival last week and I’ll be busy to move into my new place but I’ll keep working on them ✌🏻