There's something so vile about the phrase "we both know how ticklish you are". What did they put into that because it sends shivers down my spine. It says-
"how silly are you? You're way over your head, I could (affectionately) ruin you so easily. And you know good and well that you cannot handle it, but how cute that you thought different. Now smarten up or I tickle you silly. "
Gamers!!!! You know when the controller rumbles when you're playing a game. What if perhaps we attach it to a device like the tk belt and have nodes attached to a willing lee's body. Then every time the remote vibrates well you get the idea. So play horribly or really well depending on the game and watch as they laugh at how you're playing. Which is even more reason to tkl them even more no?
A/N: I am not big on villain stuff but I decided to appease the people. Disclaimer for non-con, although nothing intense.
File 003 in the TCAU Reports
It was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean your friends had superpowers- being kidnapped should have been a given, honestly you're surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Sure, your friends had powers but none of them were vigilantes, not that you know of at least. Maybe Dave, it's always fucking Dave.
"Uh boss... I think we got the-"
"If that sentence ends with wrong person, I will personally kill you"
Uh oh- the bag over your head was yanked off to reveal a very displeased person. They were huge, stocky, broad shoulders, massive biceps- hey wait, lock in. You could die. Now is not the time to ogle over a villain. Sigh you really need to stop reading fan fiction.
"I-I'm really sorry boss I-"
A tired hand clenced the bridge of their nose as they responded with a curt "It's fine"
"I-I won't do it again- I-"
You were certain you were about to witness someone being offed right in front of you. Not one to take chances you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Leave us- I'm not mad... Just disappointed- we don't get civilians involved, ever"
Huh? Weren't villains supposed to be I dunno, cruel and uncaring? Then why did- why were they hugging their minion like a parent would an upset toddler!? Okay this city was weird, you should have never moved here.
"Are you hurt?" they spoke with an air of authority that made you shiver.
"Uh no- um-"
"Good. I'm not going to hurt you. Sorry about the kidnapping, my colleague is just going through stuff so they're off their game- you know how it is...."
You most certainly did not know how it is.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything that happened April 14th would you?"
You let out a muttered curse despite yourself. Fucking Dave. You school your expression, it's not like you could say much anyways.
"I see... Well um, we'll drop you off where we got you, will just take the ship some time"
Ship? Where the heck were you? You stiffened as the villain approached you.
"Look, I don't want to hurt you- and I won't. I just need you to cooperate," they said with a gentle hiss.
Your mind raced, as the minion from before brought in a tray of assorted devices, some sharp, some dull, all used for extracting information you thought.
"Uh boss- I-I cleaned everything"
An exasperated sigh leaves their pursed lips. "Thank you, you are dismissed..."
They watched you curiously as you stared wide eyed at the tray.
"These aren't for you so you can relax"
"Oh gee thanks! I didn't know, since this is my first time being kidnapped after all"
Shit. Where did that even come from? Maybe now's not the time to sass someone when you're tied up.
"Oh?" they let out a soft huff, your brazen attitude catching them off gaurd. "You're a funny one hm?"
You swallow thickly, their face inches from yours. They had a scar running over their eye. The way they towered over you-
"Do you know what I can do? What I'm capable of?" they ask coldly, interrupting your thoughts.
Before you can respond, they turned to the dummy their minion just wheeled in. You had a feeling this was a common occurence. With a simple flick of their finger the dummy flung across the room, crashing with a thunderous clang. You stare, mouth agape, super strength.
"I'll ask again... Do you know what happened April 14th?"
Okayokayokay this was just them trying to intimidate you right? Besides, revealing your friends real name was probably not the best idea-
"I could break your rib with a nudge, so I suggest you-"
Squeaked. You literally squeaked. In your defense, and let this be the last time I defend you, their finger proded you so gently, of course it tickled.
"Take them to the interrogation room"
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"Would you like some water?" the minion- I mean Xarion, The Destroyer of Worlds and Interplanetary Cessastion, or Xari for short- asked.
"Uh no I'm ok thanks Xari."
With a small smile, he walked away leaving you alone with the unnamed villain, hands tied firmly above your head.
"This might be the silliest thing I've done, but the sooner you talk the quicker you can go home," they said, cracking their knuckles.
"I-I don't- listen we can- Stupid- rubber boy or whatever he calls himself-"
"-So you do know."
It would be easy to just let you talk seeing as though you're unraveling at the seams so quickly but... Imagine being a villain running a literal empire, even they deserve some good ole TLC.
As you stammered all over yourself, they lazily ran a finger up and down your side, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.
"I'm barely touching you kid"
Your face was flushed, this was evil, this was cruel and inhumane. This, this- random person has you strung up in a room, tickling you and making smug remarks. You jumped in place, hopping around like there were hot coals beneath your feet as you felt their gentle touches crawling down to your stomach. The villain laughed, amused at the sight.
"You should probably get this checked-" they began with a voice of genuine concern "-I don't think it's normal to be this sensitive, maybe you have a condition. I dropped out of medical school to pursue, well, this, but-"
"Shut uhuhuhp" you managed to blurt out. This was just insulting. Get checked? For what? Excessive ticklishness? Who referred you? Oh y'know, just a supervillain.
With a smirk, they caught one of your legs, which "accidentally" kicked them. It only took a few firm squeezes above your knee for you to begin laughing once more. There was something about the contrast, someone whose whole thing is their strength, being so delicate with you that made it tickle more. I mean, they probably had to be soft lest your bones be shattered if they weren't careful.
They let out a gentle huff, simply observing how your laughter seemed to grow the longer they went.
"You good?"
After a few deep breaths, you shoot them a glare.
"Drink."
This was humiliating. Xari had come in to raise a glass of water to you; the silly straw, which they insisted upon, touched your lips. Once you were done, you barely registered the sound of rustling coming from behind you.
"So about this- Dave, or rubber boy as you call him"
"Wait- he calls himself Dave?" you ask incredulously.
A curt nod was all you got in reply. Dave didn't know anything about aliases apparently, that kid was certainly going to get himself killed. But with how this villain was currently going on a tirade talking about how much of a nuisance Dave is, made you chuckle.
"He's such an idiot" both of you say in unison, a tinge of playful affection, at least in your statement.
"HEY- Get that- away from me-" you whine as a feather fluttered against your neck. When did they even get that? It didn't help that they looked utterly bored. Like subjecting you to tickles was the last thing they wanted to do and yet they did it anyways.
"I'm guessing you're not gonna help me?"
"Well no- snorts quit that!"
Okay maybe the aloof expression was a farce, this devil spawn took some sort of sadistic joy in toying with you.
"This is quite pathetic," they stated, trailing the feather over the shell of your ear, eliciting another snort from you.
With one hand they yank you free of the restraints, breaking a part of the ceiling in their haste, which they quickly brushed aside to protect you. There is no way of sugercoating this but you're doomed. With stupidly delicate hands they hoisted your arms up as you tried in vain to fight against it. Their hand was now poised directly above your underarm, fingers twitching menacingly. You tried really hard to not laugh, and hey two seconds is definitely a new record!
There was a slight flush on the villain's face like they were embarrassed for you. But that stupid smirk told you all you needed to know. The room is filled with a startling loud laugh, their hand finally making light contact on your armpit. You wish they could be a little less gentle, you didn't expect it to be this bad, especially when they started lightly drumming against your ribs. You twisted, and turned, and kicked beneath you but they didn't even budge. Their smile did, however, a toothy grin now plastered on their face. A knowing hum left their lips as they finally stopped. You didn't really want to begin deciphering whatever that meant.
"Tell this Dave of yours we have unfinished business," they began, hoisting both of you to your feet, "do get that condition checked. Xarion shall see you out and uh- stay in school... or whatever."
They awkwardly patted your head before disappearing to another room in the ship.
It was only a few minutes later, the ship had landed in a large clearing, then you heard, er, or rather felt a familiar gust of wind.
The speedster spoke. "We've been looking everywhere for you,"
"Where's Dave?"
"With li'l Mx. Empath- oh hey Xarion!"
"Salutations!"
"You're all dead to me," was all you could manage to say before being whisked back home.
"You're all red-"
"Shut it."
Dave was going to pay. Your friends had a lot of explaining to do.
I've been thinking as usual and wanted to put these thoughts out there. It's not going to be in the most positive light but don't let that discourage you from sharing your own personal experiences! And as always, my thoughts are gonna be jumping from one topic to another so just a heads up lmao
I feel like there's already an insecurity with liking a thing. Sprinkle in a li'l tism and it becomes a different thing.
It's such a vulnerable thing to take part in. One part is like wow this is great I get to let go and be free of thoughts. The other side is like oh God I'm being touched and perceived and I have very little control of my actions this is the worst ever. And you just gotta sit there and wonder if this thing is for you in the first place.
There's something about touch boundaries not being respected that's so violent. If you're like me, I describe myself as a vibes based touch person. There is no rhyme or reason why person A gets to touch and person B doesn't. And it feels wrong to me because I can't think about it in a logical way, it just sort of is or isn't okay if that makes sense (and subconsciously I know my body is putting in the work to identify those safe people). Setting boundaries is hard as it is, but reinforcing or reiterating them is so nauseating. I would love to be consistent with when, where, how, and who when it comes to touch and it can be a struggle not beating myself up over something that shouldn't be a big deal y'know? People should always respect your boundaries regardless if they're "logical" or don't make sense to someone else.
Part of neurodivergence I'm definitely not fond of is that feeling of being displaced. Like that harrowing ache in your bones telling you that you don't belong. Like what do you even do with that bro. I feel like a feral animal that is on the outskirts of a town I can never be a part of. I may try but I get shooed away, or I'm overanalyzing so I pull back and isolate. It's just a terrible time all around. Doomed to observe, cursed with desire, and too socially inept to make anything a reality.
Speaking of belonging, the more niches one has, the more alienated one feels (potentially at least). I'm ace, aro, most likely autistic, black, got a mental illness somewhere and all of those things impact how I show up in a space. Even though they shouldn't exclude me from spaces, they do in today's society. And that's just what I carry. It's really lonely sometimes to feel as though you're the only one kinda freaking out over "basic" things but my brain plagues me with these thoughts on the daily. I'm like sad all of the time at least in this stage of my life. So I often question my worth while being too self aware that I'm doing that. I try very hard to not self sabotage and keep things in perspective and allow people to love me even though I may think I don't deserve it. The funny part is, deep down I do think I deserve it but it has to be for the right reasons? Like a friend tells me they appreciate me as a person and I grimace and furrow my brows and get defensive because like why? I don't really do much and of course I have a very skewed perspective. And it's not quite self-deprecative (at least the way I'm conceptualizing it) because I know that we seldomly see the impact we have on others but it just doesn't line up with whatever fuckass logic my brain is going by? Does that make sense? It kinda just feels like people telling you pleasantries that are fruitless and you have a feeling they aren't really being authentic (even though they might be) but anyways I digress.
I feel like this desire to belong needs to be put down. Why do humans benefit from connection anyways? It's so hard and difficult and exhausting and complicated- and I don't really mean that but I'm just so tired y'know? It's no one's fault or anything it just sorta sucks.
In terms of the thing. I only like it in oddly specific ways. And that's fine, like what you like, how you like it but it feels so uncomfortable? Psychoanalyzing myself I know it got to do with feeling shame for having needs and whatnot but damn give a boy a break. And I'm curious if other people feel it too. Like you like the thing, but see people liking it the version A way and that's basically all the representation you see so you doubt yourself and wonder if you should also like version A too. But you know you don't, and you know that's okay but it just feels not great? So you hold onto version X, and maybe you see like 1 or 2 people but you're not compatible so you're back to feeling isolated.
Anyways. That's all I can really think of for now.
P.S. the compatibility thing also fucks me up. I know it sounds naïve but what do you mean we have things in common and aren't immediately compatible? Like huh?
I cannot get over tickling someone while they're playing a video game.
Like I love watching people play video games, it's like watching a movie without the anxiety of having to actually play the game lmfao.
But what are my poor restless hands to do hmm? Sure I can scroll through my phone but my hands want something more y'know. Maybe I can poke you everytime you try jumping platform to platform and watch as you flinch and flail. All the while, of course, pretending I'm not doing anything! Because I'm not!
Maybe you finally won a really hard level and I'm hyping you up by scribbling my fingers up and down your ribs. I know I'm such a nice friend.
Perhaps you're playing a more chill game and I can offer you a massage. Tracing shapes onto your back or trailing my fingers up and down your legs.
Maybe I can play a game of my own~. It's called how many fingers walking up and down your feet does it take before you kick them away~.
