Ran at full speed to this blog when I saw the Luffy tickle headcanons and got a bit sad when I found ou you weren't into one piece 😢
Sadness that went away really quick when I binged the Auction series. I love Inasa so much, huge guy deserves some wreckin.
Reading about pirate week in Caterpy's intermission kind of sent my head into a tailspin.
Is Luffy the only one giving you lee vibes ? He's so adorable and amazingly ticklish I wold love to read your take on him. He seams like the type to just laugh away happily trough most torture, you wold need a lot to make him tap out.
I fell like Zoro wold also be a great lee. In the recent live action, there's a scene where he gets hit with basically, a giggle spell, that makes him laugh uncontrollably, he even says he's ticklish when someone tries to take the spell off. He is the type of guy that wold try to power trough it at all costs, he wold be so fun to break down. He canonically tries to power trough the cold as a "mindset" thing definitely the type of guy to try to willpower his way out of laughing his head off. There's so much ticklish ground to cover, I want to scratch his feet until he's a puddle of ticklish moss.
Usopp is very Kaminari coded in the sense that he is a coward and a drama queen and wold be begging within minutes.
Also Sanji, a mouthy emotional blond with a temper. Who wouldn't want to tickle that 😉.
Anyways all of this to say that Caterpy wold have a lot of fun with the pirates , but some of them wold hold out until they were knocked out , with their shear stubbornness.
Also Sanji and Zoro are always competing so I can see them arguing over who lasted longer, and getting worked up enough to ask for a rematch.
I'm not up to date with One Piece, but I'm quite familiar with it and really like Luffy as a lee. Plus Ace is (was) crazy hot, no pun intended, as is Zoro.
Glad to see some love for Inasa! That hunk deserves it.
I've never written anything for Luffy, mostly because I haven't been able to come up with anything unique for him. I want to torture him in a way that complements his physiology. But yes, massive lee vibes!
I would like Zoro as a lee a lot if I was able to see him as tickish, which I can't for some reason! That said, Tama's Zoro and Sanji pieces have definitely piqued my interest in both of them, and the thought of big buff Zoro being very feather sensitive is super fun.
I want sexy torture for Ace, and I also really like Law as a lee. Maybe it's how often his abs are exposed lol And yes, Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji would try to last until they got knocked out, though it might take days in Zoro's and Sanji's case ahah
Hey everyone, sorry I vanished! The basic gist of it is that I was hired for a writing project, and all my creative energies were redirected there. So I will still be absent for a while.
I hope it’s okay that I write how I would like to tickle you. If not please feel free to delete and disregard…
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I think I could break you with tickling. I would tie you up, to a chair, your arms fastened above your head exposing your sensitive pits. A strap across your chest to keep you from thrashing but ensuring I still have access to your nipples, ribs, sides, belly, belly button and every other inch of your torso. Four straps, 2 right above each knee, 2 in the middle of each shin, securing your legs in place but still giving full access to the thighs, knees, back of the knees. Your ankles will be locked in stocks tight enough to keep you from moving your feet too much.
You will be completely blindfolded. Not able to see anything I choose to do. You will be completely undressed except for your shoes and socks. I will have applied lotion to your feet and put small heating pads between the inner sole of your shoes and your sock, making your feet warm, sweaty, and extremely sensitive.
I’ll let you sit like this for a while. Build anticipation, making sure you hear random noises that I make like a buzz of a machine or the scratching of something… brushes, finger nails, feather quills… who knows?
I’ll start slow, quick, soft tickles along your upper body. Neck, ears, pits, torso… making note of every twitch, movement, stifled chuckle, quick breath. Save that info for later.
I do the same to your lower half. Quick squeezes to the thighs, a feather touch to the back of the knees, soft tickles to the groin area.
I keep increasing the sensations, slowly at first, but not for long. I quickly use every reaction you made to the light sensations, against you. I get you sweating and panting, and still haven’t removed your socks or shoes.
Let me know if you would like me to continue…
Anon, continue I beg you!
This was the horniest little bomb my inbox has received in ages 🥵
What's the policy in your tickle adylum for lees who get hard from tickles, and maybe cum from the mere friction against their pants? I imagine that would delay reformation if they enjoy it. Or maybe they are left to figure out for themselves how much worse it tickles after they've cum, until they're too afraid of it to becone aroused?
Any sexual gratification will absolutely be used against the patients. Milking. Edging. Post orgasm polishing and heightened-sensitivity tickling. You name it. Like you said, an intelligent patient will soon learn that horniness is just a path to more torture. Of course that doesn’t stop the orderlies from purposefully arousing the inmates. Gay men should expect the occasional shirtless visit from their ticklers, and straight guys can expect to have their female ticklers pop a few buttons of their shirts once in a while…
Of course this is only when sexual gratification is used as a treatment tool to intensify the effect of tickling. In sessions where arousal is seen as distracting and pure tickle torture is needed, gay men will be tickled by sadistic women, and straight men will be tickled by men in order to reduce the chance of arousal. Bisexual inmates will be blindfolded and have noise-cancelling headphones, and if it comes to it gave their cocks temporarily caged; sorry fellas!
A commission set in the same universe as Mineta's Playroom - Todoroki, but which is taking me so long to write I've decided I'll just finish it for free... as soon as I'm able.
Enjoy this WIP in the meantime.
Kaminari was feeling a lot of things. Chief among them was a sense of utter betrayal.
When his agency had him team up with Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki, and they’d surmised they needed Mineta’s extensive informant network, he had expected… maybe not a class reunion, but nothing like this.
Mineta’s terms should have raised a massive red flag to anyone able to pierce his legalese: absolute submission for 1 hour. Unfortunately, none of the four heroes was versed in that skill, so they had all signed, allowing Mineta’s attendants to blindfold them and take them to four separate rooms.
When he was allowed to remove his blindfold, he had genuinely thought he was in for the best time of his life: five beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, all wearing swimming suits that complimented their forms, had walked him to a raised, padded platform that was basically encased by a dome of monitors, each of them playing… titillating clips starring those women.
Oh, how gleefully he had allowed them to strip him down to less than his socks. How unashamedly excited he had gotten when they had rubbed copious amounts of oil on every – every! – part of him, such that he was too dazed to even consider that letting them shackle him to the platform might not be the best idea. What a good friend Mineta was, he had thought the few times his brain received enough blood. That weird electronic gag? How kinky, how whimsical. The milking machine? That… was bizarre, but hey, it was all in good fun.
But then the women had filed out of the room, and Kaminari was still there, strapped to that platform surrounded by porn-broadcasting monitors, naked, glistening with oil, and flushed with craving. He had welcomed the soft hiss of the sliding door with an eager grunt. The fact that he couldn’t see anybody within his limited field of vision should have tipped him off to the fact that Mineta had been the one to totter in even before the grape pervert started his monologue.
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“I remember our UA days… and with a certain fondness, I’ll admit. Despite the fact that we thought we’d never get to second base, much less score a home run. I should have… You were an amazing jerk-off buddy. Discreet, cheerful, we could talk and do our things and I didn’t feel embarrassed to be naked next to another man. Yes, I should have told you that you were actually quite handsome. Oh, I’m not saying I was leering at you or anything. Just that I shouldn’t have let you wallow in self-pity, because you had everything it took to get with a girl. If anything, I was a bad influence on you. And I know the others told you. But you were a good friend, and I cherish that, even though they were probably right. And I’m sorry. Some part of me – and I didn’t know it at the time – believed that if you realized you had the right stuff, if you got more confident, you would ditch me. And I would go back to being creepy and alone. Without a buddy I could talk to about that stuff openly.”
The gag did not allow Kaminari to articulate any questions, but Mineta could tell from his uncomfortable fidgeting that he wanted him to get to the point already, and preferably allow him to cover up.
But that was Mineta’s hour.
“So, here’s the thing. I remember when you told me your biggest fantasy: you wanted to be at the absolute mercy of a sexually overpowering woman. Unable to do anything to stop whatever she wanted to do to you. No safe words, no planned breaks. Just, being her toy for as long as she felt like playing with you. And I can make it happen, you know? You can swing by whenever you want. Just… for old time’s sake, I thought I’d have you all to myself first, so I could also indulge a new discovery.”
Kaminari wasn’t concerned with how well Mineta’s reasoning tracked, he just wanted out, contract or not. But an early release was not in the cards for him.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Whatever sick voyeuristic or hands-on perversion the electric blond had conjured up in his mind, the horrid sensation shooting up his leg was not it.
Four claws glided effortlessly up his oiled sole, the metal causing Kaminari’s Quirk to activate and small electric shocks to supercharge his nerves. And as if that wasn’t ticklish enough, the copious amount of lubricant diffused the sparks across the sensitive skin around each of the four points of contact, feeling like the claws had some kind of vibrating casing around them.
Kaminari might have generally been prone to overreacting, but there was no question about it this time: that tickled a whole fucking lot.
The claws started from the bottom of his arch, slowly skittering up the creamy expanse and triggering every single nerve connected to Kaminari’s sole along the way.
The blond’s entire body spasmed as a second set of claws joined the ascent, doing to his left foot what their immediate predecessors were doing to his right, instantly doubling the intensity of the sensation.
They sure were taking their sweet time, stretching every second of contact with the far too responsive skin to impossible lengths, so that Kaminari was able to wonder why he wasn’t able to wiggle his feet or wrinkle up his soles… How had he not noticed those wily minxes tying his toes back?!
The claws finally reached the ball of Kaminari’s foot, which would normally have tickled a spec less if they hadn’t decided that was an acceptable spot to start scratching, activating those nerves again and again.
Their prolonged permanence allowed the electric hero to become aware of a certain… pressure. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it didn’t originate inside of him, although it kind of felt that way… the opposite of pressure. A vacuum. The milking machine coming alive around his dick, which had softened since Mineta’s ingress, but still sported an inquisitive half-mast.
Kaminari, however, was too busy fighting the sensation to make anything of it.
There was no calling Mineta’s single-minded focus as anything other than tunnel vision. A state of flow that reduced Kaminari to the part the grape pervert was busy obsessing over at the moment, delivering careful scratches to maximize the torture and the muffled laughter that came from the other end of the table.
It was with a professional musician’s tempo that Mineta’s digits raked their way to the base of Kaminari’s toes, a spot the electric blond couldn’t remember anyone ever touching, and wished it had stayed that way.
“You know,” Mineta started explaining, clawing right under each of Kaminari’s toes at the same time with remarkable precision, “I could turn on your gag, it would block out every sound you make except your laughter… but since you wanted to be milked, I’ll let you moan like a cow a while longer.”
He briefly abandoned his carefully curated tickling to spider the crackling tips up and down the length of the electric hero’s soles.
He let it go on a while longer before moving his fingers to the sides of Kaminari’s feet, outer and inner, outer and inner, again and again, a change that caused the electric hero to freeze for a split second, and then comically vibrate in place instead of his usual, frenzied thrashing.
It tickled somewhat less… on paper, but it played with the hero’s mind in an odd way, like it was too annoying to bear? And Mineta could tell that what was going on, and he indulged a little longer just to soak into the sight of Kaminari’s toes fist attempting (and failing) to splay wide before attempting (and failing) to curl whenever the claws lingered on that spot on his instep right by the ball of his foot.
It was almost as an afterthought that Mineta let his fingers drift down the outer curves of Kaminari’s soles to the bottom part of his heel. He became conscious of it when Kaminari tried to double-kick like a mule.
“Really? Your heels?” asked the pervert, keeping up the tingles. “That’s rare… too bad you gave it up.”
The mound of the heel didn’t seem to be as sensitive, but when the claws reached the junction of heel and arch, Mineta instantly knew he’d hit the most sensitive spot on Kaminari’s soles… one that, conveniently, was perfectly at eye level.
How long had it been? Oh God, how much longer would it be? Kaminari hated, hated, hated the sensation shooting up his legs, regardless of what his dick seemed to think, relentlessly sucked to full length in a way that would ordinarily make his head spin if he was allowed to focus on the sensation at all.
Mineta delivered the ensuing monologue without stopping tickling for a single moment to gather his thoughts. His hands broke their symmetry to roam the entirety of his soles, sometimes focusing on the same one, but ensuring that the spot between Kaminari’s arch and heel never went un-tickled on at least one of his feet. So the fingers of his right hand might be wreaking havoc under the blond’s toes, but his other digits would still be there; or they might be teasing Kaminari’s right instep, only for the matching set of claws to descend on his heel… Then, of course, there were moment when Mineta reckoned that Kaminari had had enough of a break and simply targeted that spot on both heels at the same time.
“Wow, you are still pretty damn ticklish… that’s good, that’s what I was hoping! Unfortunately, I can’t lickle you without your Quirk frying my brain, and I know all I can use to tickle you are these rubber gloves with metal tips… I seemed to remember that metal tickles you more, doesn’t it? It triggers your Quirk in a weird way. And since your Quirk seems to be responding right now, I’ll also let you know that your fleshlight works with your electricity. So the more I tickle you, the more you will cum. Which I would caution you against, since you’ll get much more ticklish every time you do… I doubt you will be able to help it, though.”
Kaminari’s muffled whimpers let Mineta know that his feet had suffered enough tickling, and although the pervert disagreed, he had another target in mind. The one that had caught his fancy to begin with back when he saw Jirou make the blond squeal all those years ago with one simple touch.
The electric hero shouldn’t have been relieved the feel the claws leave his feet, although they left behind a lingering cloud of ticklish static - Kaminari couldn’t quite tell if that was his Quirk pulling another prank on him, or just a normal response to prolonged mirthful torture – because he soon felt Mineta’s stubby fingers, still clad in tickling implements, squeeze just above both kneecaps.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he protested, attempting to close his legs like the most straitlaced nun, and only succeeding in shaking the towering fleshlight whose alluring sight made it impossible for Mineta to pretend that he was playing with Mount Lady… and a reminder that the tickler’s perversion cared for gender the way a fish cares for algebra.
“That’s not a very manly squeal…” taunted Mineta, delivering another squeeze and enjoying the bobbing spectacle again. “But I remember where the real gold is buried…”
And his claw-tipped fingers dug under the pinkish mountains, scratching at the flesh above Kaminari’s calves.
Mineta didn’t see the blond’s eyes shoot wide open – didn’t need to, he had it on tape – but the ensuing gagged screech was impossible to miss… as was the note of horror when it became abundantly clear that the pervert wasn’t planning on moving on any time soon.
Mineta’s fingers almost – almost – relented. “Wow, you’ve peaked the gag? I had that thing almost set to max suppression! This must really tickle you! Well, do you know what we say in these cases? Coochie-coochie-coo!!”
If Kaminari could have twisted the upper part of his body, he would have, just to get away from the fiendish sensation of those claws gliding all over those pale patches of skin that had never been meant to be touched.
If the fleshlight was powered by electricity, it must be firing on all cylinders, because the clawtips ravaging Kaminari’s unbesmerched kneepits – what even is the point of kneepits?! – were producing enough electricity to power a small town.
The endless parade of sparks, visible indicator of Kaminari’s bountiful sensitivity, bathed the ruthless tickler in low-key lightning that accentuated his mad scientist vibe. He probably should have worn safety googles, a tiny part of his mind mused while nearly every one of his neurons was focused on making each contraction of his fingers as agonizing as possible, his nerves complicit in delivering the instructions to those mobile appendages of torture.
Mineta didn’t need to see Kaminari’s face to know that he was crying. Copious perspiration began mixing with the oil that coated him neck to toe, but it wouldn’t dilute it any more than the blond’s tears would dilute the salt in the ocean.
Kaminari didn’t need to know that the spidering clawtips had gained access to his kneepits via two hatches in the contraption he was restrained to, nor that the position, pressure, and give of each strap had been carefully studied to prevent him from lessening the sensation any, and certainly from hurting himself through what little wiggle room he had been given: he was fully wrapped up in the effects of that design.
Mineta’s glee at his high-school friend turning out to be exactly as ticklish as he had desired was beginning to be soured by the subtlest drop of disappointment, however. How marvelous it would have been for Kaminari to groan with orgasmic pleasure right as Mineta was milking that most ticklish spot of his, chanting coochie-coochie cherub-like to deliver him to formidable heights. But it seemed like the blond was too sensitive for the good of both of them, as he was wholly incapable of registering the blistering delight that the fleshlight was laboriously lavishing on his fully engorged, slick member.
“…coochie… Mh. Does it tickle too much to cum? I should have edged you first… I suspect three days would have had you spraying like a fire hose as soon as I touched your knees… Live and learn, I guess.”
Having smelled the impeding climax in the air, the grape-haired shark reluctantly moved away from the no-longer immaculate kneepits to open a second hatch – a larger one that caused Kaminari’s shapely butt to leave the furnace that had formed between his back and the padded table, hanging from it like a ripe peach.
And metal-tipped aphids instantly swarmed it.
Mineta wouldn’t have pegged his old friend for much of a thruster, but the claws dancing under the hanging mounds had him matching the frenzied tempo of the fleshlight as he practically glitched in place, stuck into a vibrating loop.
His reactions had subsided enough that Mineta suspected he had worn himself out for a moment, but the drop had been so instantaneous that all it meant was probably that Kaminari’s southern cheeks were a less ticklish spot than his knees; still enough to make him guffaw into the gag, and, unquestionably, to let the pleasure engulf him in due time.
But the pervert was growing impatient, and mindful of them time they had together, left one hand to caress the sparking butt while the other titillated the underside of Kaminari’s balls.
The electric hero produced an indecipherable sound. Was it a wail of ticklish agony? A screech of prudish outrage? A choked moan of anticipatory bliss? There was no way for Mineta to know. What he could tell was that part of the liquid glistening on Kaminari’s balls was pre-cum that had dripped down his shaft and through the stranglehold the fleshlight had on his turgid cock. The pervert savored the moment he would see that liquid change color, grow thicker amid staggered groans.
is your auction 2 series over? cause I am a bit slow on these kinda things I wanted to clarify.
Hi! It's not, I am just focusing on other things right now. I have two commissions I will start working on (a lee Todoroki one and a lee Kaminari one) as soon as I'm able :-)
Todoroki and other heroes strike a deal with Mineta to be able to use his network of informants. Unfortunately, Mineta's terms are quite... excruciating.
NSFW: VERY
Lee: Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki
Ler: Pro Hero(?) Mineta (I'm not looking up his full name lol)
Words: 5,721
No, I had a lot of fun today! I just… haven’t played baseball in a while, what with all my hero work.
I had a lot of fun too.
> Is everything ok?
My shoulder is a bit sore. You were right. I should take better care of myself.
You can’t always put everyone else before yourself.
> I could give you a massage, if you’d like.
Thank you!
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…eh…eh…
> Am I hurting you?
What’s so funny?
No, I guess… eh… I’m just a little ticklish, is all.
> Sorry, do you want me to stop?
Just try to keep still.
No, I… don’t mind it. The opposite, in fact. As long as it’s you touching me.
“This is Hero of My Heart. The dating sim you – well, your agency – sold your image rights to. It is super popular, too. It was the top-selling game on Vapor for two weeks. That must be a nice load of cash, right? Not to mention all the babes…”
Mineta trailed off, turning away from the screen on which a 2D rendering of the A.C. Hero: Shoto was frozen mid-giggle, his hungering gaze landing on a more appealing sight.
“But you never really had any problems in that department, did you? You won the genetic lottery… although, have you ever really been with anyone? We all thought it’d be Yaoyorozu or Midoriya, but nothing. It’s a special kind of sin to be that good-looking, and do nothing with it. Like you’re flaunting it, and saying you’re above it.”
Todoroki – the three-dimensional one – had relaxed upon seeing Mineta walk in, and although the latter seemed intentioned to keep him on needles and pinpricks, his ominous speech did not make him any more nervous. He had been active in the field for years now, and every hero worth their salt knew the first rule when dealing with talkative threats: always let them monologue.
“Is that why I’m here?” he asked, his voice unwavering even as he regretted striking a deal with that pervert. “Because you are jealous? Or angry at me for some reason?”
“Not at all!” objected Mineta, sounding almost upset over that misunderstanding. “Not even close. I love that game. It taught me… things about myself. And I knew, I just knew, that I had to get you here. And then you needed to use my network of informants. The four of you. In my playrooms.”
Todoroki glanced about. Though riddled with BDSM gear, his playroom – this one, at least – was furnished in a very specific way, its tacky, overly colorful, pseudo-medieval décor calling to mind the room of a princess atop a tower or in her father’s palace, what with the fake window on the side or the massive pink bed topped by a satin (plastic, probably) canopy.
Was he supposed to be a princess, or a prince? He had never seen one of either wearing his current attire, consisting only in a black jockstrap allowing him the barest degree of modesty, and cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Unfortunately, those cuffs were secured to the padded plank on which he was forced into a kneeling position of sorts, his wrists fastened to the plank directly under his bare butt, his fists balled up by leather; his legs, parted 90 generous degrees to offer Mineta a nice view of the black jockstrap, were folded under him, his ankles tied close to his hands, but out of their reach, the long, upturned soles no less vulnerable than his scantily-clad privates, and arguably even more so, courtesy of the chords wrapped around his big toes that held them, and his feet by extension, completely immobile.
By the time he was finished speaking, Mineta had walked around Todoroki, positioning himself right behind him so the half-and-half hero couldn’t see him by turning his head, with the complicity of Mineta’s short stature even as an adult.
A scraping on the floor, then steps – a ladder? Knowing that Mineta was approaching him, but being unable to see him, created a strange itching sensation on Todoroki’s back…
“So what are you planning to dhhh?!”
With practiced swiftness, Mineta secured a weirdly technological gag around Todoroki’s mouth, one that was somewhat reminiscent of a miniaturized version of Shinsou’s mask.
“WWWWHHTUUUDDDNNG?!” protested the hero, his previous composure having evaporated.
“This little jewel was sooo expensive. And I don’t have that top-hero, video-game-rights money. It’s hard to be a pervert when you’re a middling hero.”
“GTYYOOHANDSOOMMHH!!”
“Sorry, I can’t understand you. You see, this super pricey gag blocks anything you say, except your laughter,” explained Mineta. Positioned as he was behind Todoroki, he couldn’t see the confusion on his face, if what he’d said had even registered.
“Yes. Laughter. Why don’t we keep playing? For just a minute,” he added, pointing the controller at the screen nailed to one of the false windows.
No, I… don’t mind it. The opposite, in fact. As long as it’s you touching me.
What are you trying to say?
> Would you like me to continue?
Yes. I haven’t laughed in a long time…
“Well,” said Mineta, tossing the controller on the quilted bed. “If you insist…”
As soon as his fingers touched down on the hero’s shoulders, Mineta had to regain his footing on the ladder, as Todoroki began flailing – more like swinging his head and shoulders – around, nearly knocking him off the ladder.
Todoroki knew that compliance was the safest option in the event of capture, but he had an inkling of what Mineta had in mind and that was not something he’d been trained for.
“Careful!” exclaimed the self-aware pervert. “I almost fell back there! I’m doing this for you, I don’t want to get mean yet…”
He extended his hands again, and this time, Todoroki allowed it to happen.
“You’re so tense!” exclaimed Mineta as he started to massage Todoroki’s shoulders – far from the broadest among his recently acquired prizes, but powerful nonetheless. “I can’t imagine why… if I looked like you, I’d never worry.”
Todoroki was certainly something to look at. Even in his early twenties, his features were more pretty than handsome, although his scar gave him a virile edge that did not mar his good looks one bit. His defined upperbody musculature was inscribed in a lithe frame of the type that women seemed to love… and which Mineta found himself eager to play with.
“Is the game accurate?” asked the grape hero, gently pinching at the muscle at the base of Todoroki’s neck. “Is this actually tickling you?”
Todoroki did not dignify his question with so much as a grunt, having opted to breathe in through his nose and keep perfectly still. Like he was above all of it, again. But it did not anger Mineta.
“Mmh, are you telling me I should try harder? Well, if you insist…” Mineta’s fingers moved inward along the trapeze of Todoroki’s shoulders, reaching the base of his neck, where they started wiggling.
Todoroki’s reaction changed drastically as he immediately raised his shoulders to immobilize the probing digits; but small as they were, they could still curl somewhat or slip to an uncovered spot of his neck, like the front, under his jawline, countering his every attempt to jerk away from them. In fact, Todoroki’s attempts to trap them only allowed them to keep up with his erratic thrashing more easily.
Mineta was about to add more verbal teasing when his plans were cut short by Todoroki snorting. A cute little snort that was unquestionably the harbinger of a giggling fit.
“Oooh, what’s that? Is the most eligible bachelor in the hero scene actually ticklish? Color me surprised… The game had it right!” exclaimed a delighted Mineta, panting a little from the effort to follow Todoroki’s movements, however limited.
He would have loved to lean in and whisper the next part, but the effectiveness of his touches made that impossible without a high chance of a headbutt.
“Are your ears ticklish too, I wonder?” he asked, his digits parting with Todoroki’s neck only long enough to launch sneak attacks on his ears, causing him to jerk toward the opposite side, and freeing part of his neck for the pervert’s other hand to plunder…
“Eh… eheh! Ehehe…”
Even when they were teenagers, Mineta couldn’t remember seeing Todoroki smile too often, and much less hear him laugh; although he clearly remembered the girls in their class fawning about his smile, and being positively smitten with the sound of his laughter. Mineta hadn’t heard him laugh yet, and he couldn’t see him smile at that moment – he should have invested in an extra camera! – but he had just heard him giggle, and he had no choice but to concur with the girls. The sound was so precious. Boyish, was the best way to describe it, but sweet.
And it cemented that, yeah, Todoroki was in for the long haul.
“Yes, they are!” he tittered as the hesitant giggling began to melt together. “Are you this ticklish everywhere? Or even more so?”
Todoroki might have been able to produce flames from his body when his Quirk wasn’t blocked by suppressants, but it was Mineta who was starting to get hot under the collar, his fingertips lightly grazing Todoroki right above his Adam’s apple. Which resulted in an impossibly adorable squeak.
That sealed the deal.
“You know what I think?” started Mineta, his left index finger darting behind Todoroki’s ear, an annoying gnat. The pervert’s eyes were basically saucers by that point. “That if you’re as ticklish as you look, I could tie you to that bed over there and drive you insane just by tickling your ears with a feather, yes, just your ears…” He punctuated the last sentence by sneaking both index fingers under Todoroki’s ears, and relished in another delightful squeak. “And I wouldn’t stop until I got bored, so not for many, many, MANY hours-- OUCH! OUCH!!"
Mineta’s descent into obsession was cut short by a headbutt, predictable as it was involuntary, that hit him square on the nose and knocked him flat off his butt.
Todoroki used that chance to try to steady his breathing, and to focus on breaking free; but no matter how much they creaked, they showed no sign of giving, not even of letting him change his position a bit. He was at Mineta’s mercy.
“Oh, you…!” groaned Mineta, massaging his nose and his backside. “Now you’ve done it!”
His tone was meant to sound threatening, but it was more like that of a child who’d been authorized to open a present.
Todoroki leaned forward and tried to lower his head and the back of his ears between his shoulders as much as he could... but Mineta’s interest in those spots had vanished.
And Todoroki’s miscalculation gave him ample opportunity to sneak his wiggling digits under his arms.
There was no cute squeak. No adorable giggling. Only a high-pitched shriek.
Todoroki twisted so hard Mineta worried he would dislodge his shoulder for a moment; but, fortunately, he’d tied him down well enough that he lacked the range of motion to injure himself… or to evade the maddening sensation of Mineta’s tiny fingers, trapped under his arms, worming their way into his pits.
“Now that’s more like it!” cheered the pervert, ecstatic at the explosive response. Todoroki was desperately trying to arch his back, leaning so far to the right and with such impetus that he would have toppled a less sturdy restraint apparatus. But Mineta took his perversions very seriously, and the half-and-half hero would have no such luck.
“This is what you get for being naughty!” teased Mineta, his supposedly scornful tone dripping with arousal.
He kept Todoroki twisting and thrashing for a few more seconds before pulling his fingers away.
Todoroki’s slouch and frantic breaths were proof of how ill-equipped he was to deal with that sensation. The ladder entered his field of vision, and he found himself eye-to-eye with Mineta.
“Hi,” said the short pervert before lunging for Todoroki’s pits again… only to find the way barred as the hero pressed his arms against his ribcage as hard as he could.
“Really?” sighed Mineta, secretly enjoying the resolute, if slightly scared, expression on Todoroki’s already flushed face. “Think you can stop me?” He lifted his hands in front of Todoroki’s face, then folded all digits except the index fingers, and started curling and uncurling them.
The sight caused Todoroki to lean as far back as he could, which was nowhere near enough, then to wiggle pathetically in place… but neither succeeded at keeping Mineta’s fingertips away from the sides of his chest.
“MMMMHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMMHH!!!!” protested Todoroki as Mineta’s fingertips lightly scratched at the gap between his pecs and his biceps, starting their agonizing travel down that thin sliver of the edge of his armpits.
“MMMMHHH!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!!”
“Sorry, I can’t understand you, but I think you want me to continue?” teased Mineta, also teasing the sensitive skin. “I mean, you would tell me to stop if you wanted me to, and you aren’t.”
Todoroki resumed wiggling, and this time Mineta could drink into his expression as he did so, his glare quickly vaporizing into an unfocused search for a way out, a massive smile obviously pulling at the corners of his eyes already.
And as Mineta kept focusing on that spot again, out of the reach of any additional headbutts, Todoroki once again twisted and leaned to the right.
“What’s over there?” he questioned, relishing Todoroki’s inability to answer him. “See, tickling is honest, and everyone reacts in different ways. I wonder why you do that…” mused Mineta, before transitioning to a, “So, do you plan to keep being annoying? I’m gonna get in those pits, like it or not.”
Todoroki shook his head, which may have been a response or an involuntary twitch.
“Noted,” said Mineta as his fingers traveled inward to circle Todoroki’s nipples. The half-and-half hero hafted in place and his glare returned, but even as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, his muffled exhalations carried little trace of forced mirth.
“Aw, so your nipples aren’t very ticklish… that’s too bad!” complained Mineta before tweaking them, causing Todoroki to shoot upright and yelp. He did it again. And again. And again as he said, “You know what a disobedient boy like you deserve? I should keep playing with your nipples until that jockstrap feels so tight you will be begging me to tickle your armpits, and everywhere else. But I’ll keep going until I’ve inched you within an inch of your sanity. And only then, when every nerve of yours is at full attention, will I tickle you again, and I will keep going until you call me your master and say you are my tickle pet…”
In more neutral circumstances, Todoroki would have noticed how eerily similar Mineta’s lascivious lucubrations sounded to Izuku’s fanboy ramblings, but he was currently too busy fighting to retain control of his muscles so the pervert would not be able to dig into his pits again… even as the nipple action was getting hard to ignore.
“But I have something else in mind for you,” announced Mineta, moving his fingers away from Todoroki’s nipples and following the curve of his pecs all the way to the top of his ribcage.
As soon as the digits reached their destination, Todoroki spasmed.
“What’s wrong? Is this a good spot?” asked the pervert, poking and grazing at that spot with just one finger per hand.
“Mmmmmphhh!!! GH!!”
“Could it be that your ribs are ticklish too? Very ticklish, in fact?” He let his slowly wiggling digits roam every part of Todoroki’s ribcage he could access, moving them at a deliberate pace.
Soon, the hero couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore, his gaze fixed upward as he fought to maintain his focus. His skin was also beginning to grow damp, already. Mineta recalled that stamina had never been Todoroki’s forte… but that would make things far too easy.
“So you can take this, uh?” He poked at various spots on Todoroki’s ribcage, from the top, to the middle, to the very bottom, which caused him to flinch. Then he resumed scratching, or tasered those spots, but never at full intensity. The goal was to chip away at Todoroki’s sanity little by little, even though he knew he could break him right away.
“How about this, then?” And he unfurled his other digits, so now there were eight fingertips being dragged up and down Todoroki’s ribcage.
“Oh, you think you can order me around? How… INSOLENT!” remarked Mineta, and he started moving his fingers at a frenzied pace.
He saw Todoroki’s pupil widen as the sensation hit him. “NOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! HAahahahahahahahhHAHAHAHAHA!!! EhehehehehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!”
All self-control was instantly gone, Todoroki no longer capable of blocking access to his pits… not like it seemed to matter, since his reaction was just as intense.
“I’ll decide when it’s enough!” thundered the diminutive sadist, and he kept his word, continuing the asymmetrical attack until the blush had spread all the way down to Todoroki’s chest.
“Now… are these beautiful, lickable abs ticklish too?” questioned Mineta, adopting the same scribbling technique on the toned stomach.
Yes, they were. “EEEEEEEEEEEhahahahahaahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHhiHIHIHIHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!! PLLLEehehehehahahahahahahahsseee!!! EhehhahahahahahaAA!!”
“Wow, you are just ticklish everywhere!” deduced Mineta immediately before squeezing Todoroki’s sides… and producing another screech.
But this time, Mineta noticed, he was trying to throw himself to the left. Which could only mean one thing.
“So… your left armpit… and your right side…” Mineta reflected out loud, getting his fingers into position. “I wonder what happens if...”
He had stopped so he could see Todoroki’s gaze the moment he would strike. And he was not disappointed as he snuck his frenziedly wiggling fingers under Todoroki’s left arm while squeezing and scratching at his right flank.
Todoroki’s eyes bulged as he shrieked. “EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA!!!”
“Ohohoh, this is good!” said Mineta, having to raise his voice to be heard over Todoroki’s desperate cackling. “I don’t think I’m gonna stop for a good while…”
“NNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!” whined Todoroki hysterically as the worming fingers mined his underarm while the fluttering ones danced up his right side. Both were unbearable.
“I just said I won’t!” retorted Mineta, far too lost in the sauce. “Now, now, I only have two hands… so how can I make this even worse for you?”
Without pausing his fingers, Mineta knelt on the ladder. “Well… I think I said you were lickable somewhere… now, where was it…”
His nose was less than an inch away from Todoroki’s stomach, heaving with the effort of pumping in enough air to keep up with the steady expulsion commanded by the ruthless two-pronged tickling.
“I think I remember now!” exclaimed Mineta, and he would stop speaking for several minutes, his tongue too busy slurping up Todoroki’s abs like delicious ice cream.
Todoroki had been tickled well past the point of revulsion, so his senses were assessing Mineta’s eager tongue only for its torturous capacity... which was not negligible when combined with the ongoing pit and side tickles.
Mineta flicked his tongue in-between the muscular pads, swirled it in Todoroki’s shallow bellybutton, peppered the toned stomach with kisses and raspberries, keenly aware of how the taste of his skin grew saltier over time. He was so engrossed with what he was doing, with experiencing every shift in the musculature beneath his tongue, that he missed the moment Todoroki’s eyes overflowed with ticklish tears. If he even felt the droplets hit the top of his head, he assumed they came from the drool that had collected on the tip of the hero’s chin, funneled there by the gag.
It couldn’t have been that long, but Todoroki was nearing his limit. It didn’t seem to matter that the fingers occupying his armpit had a limited range of motion, it was enough to set off his panic response. And Mineta alternated between squeezing his right side and fluttering his digits up and down, obviously relishing in making him twist one way when he intensified the ministration to his underarm, and the other when he redoubled his efforts on his flank, rapidly burning through Todoroki’s stamina.
It was over. Was it over? He could breathe. He didn’t feel those fingers or that blasted tongue anymore. He blinked away the tears, focused his vision. Mineta was no longer in front of him. Where had he gone?
“You know,” said an unpleasant voice behind him. “What I’ve done so far was punishment. Punishment for being so gorgeous. Now, I’m just going to have fun.”
Todoroki’s buttcheeks were two perfect crescents. They belonged high in the heavens above; not naked and suspended just above Mineta’s upturned palms, so his lascivious fingertips could tease them.
The half-and-half hero jumped and protested that umpteenth violation. “MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“If you didn’t make your ass look so good, I wouldn’t have to tickle it,” argued the pervert.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!! NNNNAHH!!!”
“But don’t worry,” said Mineta, spidering his fingers up the mounds. “I won’t be bothering them for long. They don’t seem to be ticklish. On the other hand, I wonder if…”
Same motions, different target: from the perfectly shaped muscle, to the creamy, unblemished soles prone for punishment.
The meaning behind Todoroki’s renewed bout of hysteria was clear: not again.
“Oh yeah, this is a very good spot. Where…”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMGHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! GHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOHAHAHAHAHMOHAHAHAHHAHAAAARREEE!!!” ordered Todoroki, a command that quacked like a plea, his nervous system blindsided by another bout of excruciating sensation that he didn’t know how to handle, and that he knew would go on for way, way, WAY too long.
“I’m sorry, do you mind being quieter when I’m doing my horny monologues?” demanded Mineta as he curled his fingers just that little bit more than ensured Todoroki’s soles would feel the full gentle bit of his short nails, producing the opposite effect of what he requested.
“HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!” Oh, how quickly the tears returned to Todoroki’s eyes. How obedient, how little pavlovian training he required.
“As I was saying,” resumed Mineta, raking his fingers up and down the upturned soles. “I honed in on the arches right away, but are they your worst spot on your feet, really? What about your heels?”
And he started scratching with just the two fingers at the top of the hills that made up Todoroki’s mounds – uncalloused, meaning top-hero footwear had to be in a league of its own. It also meant that Todoroki’s skin offered him no protection against Mineta’s probing, but Todoroki’s hysteria audibly diminished, although he went on giggling, and muffled protests began to form.
Mineta left no road untrodden, taking care to scratch all around the heel, even the tip and just to the side, which seemed to trigger a more vivacious squirming on Todoroki’s part, without his laughter changing. But the pervert wasn’t deprived of the sweet sound of hysteria for long, as he cheated a little bit by vibrating two fingers in the spot between the heel and the arch, which Todoroki did not seem to appreciate.
Then there were the arches, of course. Mineta raked his fingers all over them, scribbled his nails horizontally across them, spidered his digits into the depression of the instep…
The transition between the arch and the ball was as rewarding as the one leading toward the heel, and although Todoroki’s head didn’t stop bobbing for a moment, and the pool of drool on the floor beneath him kept expanding, Mineta could tell that delivering micro-scratches to that spot had resulted into a near-imperceptible improvement in the hero’s circumstances. Which obviously wouldn’t do.
So he journeyed southward, to the medium-sized, pretty toes, rolling them like marbles in his hand one by one when he was feeling kind, which wasn’t often: most of the time, he scratched at the very base of each toe, or wormed is fingers in-between them, checking each gap for hidden gold, but only finding a new shudder. He teased even the pads, but even so, he had no choice but to reach one conclusion.
“I had it right the first time. The arches are the worst.”
Obviously, that epiphany was accompanied by mad, maddening scribbling all over said arches, causing Todoroki to crane his neck so hard he almost looked like a bird.
“You made me waste time, so now you’ll make up for it!”
Despite how long it had been, despite all the thrashing, the bonds hadn’t given one millimeter, maintaining him perfectly open to whatever punishment Mineta felt like dishing out. All Todoroki could do was shake his head and cry. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! IIIIITSSSSTOOOOHOHOHOHMUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!!!”
An unknowable amount of time later, Todoroki caught a shape between the mist of ticklish tears and his addled vision. And a part of him feared that a second tickler was coming for him. But as he blinked, he noticed that the short silhouette was none other than Mineta, having circled around him to the front. But how could that be? Todoroki could still distinctly feel his digits on his arches…
The half-and-half hero was too broken to put up a fight when Mineta sliced off the elastic bands of his jockstrap. He could barely make out what he was saying over the sound of his labored breathing.
“Of course you’d be packing heat…” stated Mineta drily, observing what dangled between Todoroki’s legs. “And it looks kind of princely too. Just, so straight.”
He nudged the tip with two fingers like some sort of tire swing, which had the effect of making Todoroki fully aware of the reality of the situation, although no strength to resist materialized with it.
“Are you? Who knows?” rambled Mineta. Only then did Todoroki notice he was clutching something. “I confess I was hoping you’d be hard, that would have been amazing. But we can fix that.”
There was a hole in the plank right underneath Todoroki. Or, more precisely, a slot meant to host an upright vibrator with a lubed-up fleshlight attachment, which Mineta maneuvered around the hero’s dick – a shower, he reckoned – as feeble, muffled sounds of concern rained down over the top of his head along with drool, sweat, and tears.
He admired his handiwork. Then reached out and turned the vibrator on.
The jolt of stimulation caused Todoroki to find the strength to raise his head in a panic, but nothing else.
“When you want to cum, you cum,” allowed Mineta. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be having a snack in the back. Oh no, don’t worry. I’m talking about your feet. Your super ticklish feet.”
He circled back around Todoroki while the latter tried and failed to dislodge his dick with stunted hip thrusts.
“I mean, I don’t know which one is more sensitive yet, your body is so weird… Oh, and there’s something I’m really curious to try. You know, heat… cold… they don’t usually mix.”
Of all the things that Todoroki might have expected, temperature shock was not one of them; but something extremely cold and incredibly smooth was sliding down the surface of his sole. His right sole, where cold truly didn’t belong. And the combination of pressure and no attrition generated a nervous response that should not have been unexpected.
Mineta danced the ice cube around Todoroki’s heel, down and across the arch, twirled it on the ball of Todoroki’s foot, then skated it down toward the toes, playing the base like a glass harp, then running it up each one, the droplets melting from the prolonged contact adding to the overall sensation as they dripped between each toe.
And when Mineta was done with his preliminary exploration, he deposited the frosty offering on the stems of Todoroki’s toes, the oblong ice cube fitting perfectly, each involuntary twitch of Todoroki’s restrained toes contributing to his own torture.
And there would be many of those, because Mineta picked up two more ice cubes, one retracing the steps of its predecessor.
He might have breathed a sigh of relief if he had seen Mineta pop the third ice cube in his mouth, which would have rapidly transformed into a horrified grimace as the pervert’s mouth drew closer to his upturned sole.
It couldn’t be called temperature play for the same reason a tailless lizard wouldn’t call the cat pawing at it a playmate.
In the span of a few seconds, the threat to Todoroki’s left sole had quadrupled, because not only was Mineta not shy about lickling all over the arch with his chilled tongue, he also allowed the cube still in his mouth to roam freely, dancing to the tune of the cold appendage.
Todoroki would have never believed a single part of his body could produce such a powerful ticklish response. An allergic reaction of cataclysmic proportions.
Meanwhile, the vibrator buzzed on. And despite Todoroki trying with all his might to escape his own skin, his member expanded, filling the fleshlight and increasing the surface exposed to its ministrations.
Naturally, just because Mineta’s mouth was doing so much damage, that was no excuse for his hands to remain idle; so, whenever the pervert gave the warm, sensitive arch a small break to French kiss the ball of Todoroki’s foot or lap at his toes, the other ice cube would leave its lodging right beneath the heel to prevent the arch from ever getting lonely. And since Mineta had been blessed with having two hands, the fingernails of the other one had free rein of Todoroki’s right arch, a less pretentious technique, but a devastating one nonetheless.
Todoroki couldn’t even remember why he was being tickled. Was he being tortured for information? If so, what was it? He would gladly give it. But no, it was the other way around: information was why he had signed his body away to Mineta for an hour. How many had passed?
A second temperature shock invested Todoroki, one that, for a few seconds, bordered on painful: something hot and thick was being poured on his right heel, descending down the slope of his arch to lap at his toes, long drops leaking between the stems and splattering on the floor.
Mineta barely waited for the hot chocolate sauce to coat Todoroki’s toes before proceeding to passionately worship them, the sweet taste filling his mouth with the slight salty hint of perspiration. He moaned with delight, the vibrations of his lips adding to Todoroki’s torment.
So enraptured was he that he had clutched Todoroki’s ankle with both hands, forgetting what else he had planned. Briefly.
“Aaaah… HahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! N-Nohoo mooohore… You hahahahave to STOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEEEHHAHAHAPLEEEEEEHAHHAHAHAPLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Mineta found it fitting that while he was enjoying his five lollipops one at a time, the tines of two forks should be running all over the rest of his dessert. Who would have gussed that they would focus precisely on Todoroki’s arch, one closer to the heel, the other to the ball, both gently but quickly scratching at the coated skin to fry all of the hero’s neurons?
Todoroki didn’t think, and he specifically didn’t think that he had any more moisture in his body, the tickling having exerted him more than hours of training. And yet, his eyes remained clouded with tears. And yet, spit had dribbled down his cheek, his neck, down his sternum, the chiseled rocks of his stomach, and further down, or was propelled off his flailing head to land on his engorged dick, pointing straight in front of him toward the exit, as if indicating him the way out. And yet…
“Your feet… yum! look so pretty… slurp! Like a girl’s,” Mineta waxed poetical in-between licks. He didn’t need Todoroki’s undivided attention, so even when his tongue stilled for a moment, the forks didn’t. “They’re like… mmh… Mt Lady’s, but… smack! smaller. So they… really make me want to…”
Mineta’s trained ears did not need him to witness what had just happened. He would get to watch it later on video. But he didn’t need to see Todoroki’s face to picture his eyes roll up, unfocused, his expression never relaxing into one of bliss, but deepening its tortured hue as white seed shot in a straight line in front of him through the opening in the fleshlight, a whim of Mineta’s who would later inspect how far the milk of delight had flown before crashing down on the ground.
There had been no moans, only grunts, as even cumming through the torture was effort, and even those were quickly swallowed up by more exhausted laughter, reinvigorated by the kick of post-orgasm sensitivity.
“Why, I didn’t know you were enjoying yourself so much!” teased Mineta as if Todoroki was able to understand him. “Then, I guess…”
One of the fork still ravaging Todoroki’s chocolate-covered arch, the other, after applying another dose of coating, grabbed a handful of ice cubes.
“We can keep going for the remaining… 35 minutes.”
Not a single one. But the reason he hadn’t been able to articulate his burning question for over thirty minutes was that the purple goo holding him captive didn’t need a single digit to cause his ticklish tears to overflow. Why would it, when it could freely produce cellulose feathers and brushes?
The two small brushes had started out by gently tickling around his wide-open hollows, having discovered that even their slowest, gentlest revolution caused their green-haired nourishment to throw his head back and cackle hysterically. Now, however, there was a maniple of feathers circling the unsuspectingly muscular ridges, while two much larger brushes with impossibly soft bristles scraped every last drop of sweat off of Izuku’s tender armpits.
It hadn’t been hard to break the greenette – a feather swiping between each of his toes had been enough. Oh, how he’d arched his back and whipped his mop of hair about, unable to reach his tortured feet to stop the torture.
To be sure, there were bristles all over and between his toes, as tailor-made brushes scrubbed horizontally across them. But there were also spinning brushes tormenting the rest of his soles, one for the ball of each foot, one moving, Roomba-like, all over the arch, and one leeching laughter off each heel. Plus a few feathers swiping across the tops and sides of his feet, and even against the very tip of his toes, for good measure.
Naturally, there were also brushes cleaning out his gutters, taking full advantage of his glistening nakedness as they scrubbed his V-line and waist. No, the lignum wouldn’t deny itself the pleasure of going hard on his worst spot, just because he was already suffering so much.
And yet, through it all, Izuku was hard. Not just hard: twitching and leaking. Courtesy of several rings of feathers encircling his dick, ceaselessly orbiting it like asteroid rings. There were plumes dancing all over and, more crucially, under his balls, and, even more crucial to igniting the greenette’s loins, feathering his crack with the utmost love and dedication.
There were feathers sawing behind and across his ears, swiping at his neck, crawling all around his clavicle and chest – down his sternum, under the toned pecs, and never, ever leaving his perky nipples un-titillated.
He periodically shimmied in place from the plumes softly ravaging his ribs and sides, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into the goo due to the feathers lovingly storming the irregular surface of his abs, one a cyclone inside his bellybutton.
What do you want from me, was what Izuku wanted to ask. If he knew the answer, maybe he could put an end to that torture.
Somehow, he hadn’t figured out that the lignum had been taking what it wanted for a while. That it had learned that feathery touches set his nervous system ablaze, at once unbearable and delightful, and that with just a bit more teasing, the greenette would be blindsided by the most confusing orgasm of his life. And maybe it could treat itself with a dessert of overindulgence afterward.
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Following this ask, I may write a drabble for each Auctionee and their matching Lignum. For Shindo, I have something else in mind.
I finally started playing Digimon Story Time Stranger over the holidays! 🥰✨
And what can I say.. I see a character with several arms..
and so much potential.. I just had to 🤣🙈
Enjoy 😛
(Please don't look too closely at the armour details 💀🔥)
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Hello, which fandoms would you be willing to do commissions for? Sorry if this has already been posted or answered somewhere, I couldn’t find anything when I tried looking
Generally, only fandoms I am already familiar with to some extent. What did you have i nmind? :-)
omg your kiba story had me absolutely FERAL I just had to come here and tell you your work is SUBLIME. It’s so nice to see you do commissions now, you’ve totally deserve it :-) have a happy new year!!!!!!
Thank you, kind miss/sir/enbi! Your words made me tear up! And a belated Happy New Year to you too!
Sorry I've paused the Auction series, I've been busy with, well, the holidays, and a commission (which I had a blast writing, I've missed torturing Naruto characters!). The next story should be another commission, and the good news is that it's a Todoroki one, like the next Auction chapter! In fact, it might be a part of a series with the other popular lees from the Auction, yay!
We'll see! I'll keep you posted :-)
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