#hero sentence starters

[tickly-giggles]

Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend. 

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath. 

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed, 

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

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[rpdepartment]

fighting together starters!

25 starters || TW: violence || requested by anon!

« behind you! »

« need a hand? »

« stay behind me! »

« i’ve got your back »

« thanks for the help »

« stay back, i got this »

« together, we can win »

« we need a battle plan »

« i don’t need your help! »

« i take the ones on the left. »

« how many did you get yet? »

« who lands the last blow wins! »

« are you sure we can win this? »

« i didn’t know you got so strong »

« stay out of this, this is my fight! »

« i got you covered, go get them! »

« calling dibs on the big monster! »

« i can take care of these guys myself »

« stop trying to be a hero and let me help »

« how are you holding up? i’m barely sweating! »

« i’m fine, i can continue fighting for a little longer »

« fighting side by side with you... it still feels weird »

« you think i couldn’t defeat those guys on my own? »

« you can’t call dibs on the big monster, who kills it kills it! »

« don’t read too much into it. if fighting together will let me stay alive, so be it. »

#fighting starters #battle starters #violent starters #angry starters #angst starters #rp prompt #rp prompts #sentence starters #rp sentence starters #hero starters

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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #171-180

A collection of the MHA Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.

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171) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Aww, they’re so cute!”

For a split second, Shinsou felt his cheeks flush, thinking his boyfriend was talking about him. But then his eyes fell on the sugar cookies he’d just pulled out of the oven – the ones with Halloween-themed decorations stamped onto them – and he let out a breath as he pulled off his oven mitts.

“Yeah, they are pretty cute, aren’t they?” he chuckled.

Deku’s mop of green hair popped into his vision then, followed by his wide smile and teasing wink. “Not as cute as you, though, Toshi~”

This time, Shinsou really did blush. “W-What…?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice~” Deku teased, poking his side. “I saw your eyes light up when you thought I was talking about you. You’re adorable.”

“What? No, I didn’t!” Shinsou retorted, tossing his mitts onto the counter and crossing his arms defiantly. “You just…caught me off-guard.”

Deku smirked, poking him again. “Come on~” And again. “Admit it.” And again, drawing a muffled squeak out of the taller boy. “You like it when I call you cute.”

“N-Nohoho, I don’t!”

“You don’t?” Deku tapped his chin in mock pondering for a moment, then suddenly dove for his boyfriend, pushing him against the wall and digging into his sides playfully. “Then maybe beautiful? Talented? Brave? Any of those doing it for you, Toshi?”

“Ahahahahahaha nohohohohoho! Izuhuhuhuhuku!”

“No? You’re really making me work for it.” Deku’s eyes then caught on one of the cooling sugar cookies and he grinned triumphantly, turning to look up at Shinsou. “I got it! Pumpkin~”

Shinsou’s eyes widened as he cackled even harder, squirming uselessly against the wall, a mess of hysterics and blushing. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“Ooh, that’s the one, is it?”

“Nohohohohoho!”

“Pumpkin~” Deku cooed, darting down to his boyfriend’s hips. “Won’t you smile for me, my pumpkin?”

Shinsou laughed and tossed his head back so hard he slammed it into the wall, causing Deku to immediately let up on his playful attack with a gasp.

“Oh my gosh, Toshi! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tickled you there when you were against the wall, I knew better—”

He was rambling – the perfect opportunity to get him back.

Shinsou wrapped his arms around his waist and hoisted him up with ease, making Deku squeal with surprise and grasp his shoulders, smiling down at him with a pink blush of his own. “Toshi?”

“Zu,” Shinsou cooed up at him, then flashed an evil smile. “You know, I need to make sure to eat healthy before I dig into these cookies…”

Deku shrieked and kicked as his boyfriend assaulted him with raspberry after raspberry to his belly and ribs, filling the kitchen with laughter as sweet as the Halloween cookies waiting to be enjoyed.

*

172) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

When Bakugou was in the mood to destroy someone, he could be a real terror.

That’s why Deku loved being tickled by him so much, even if it always made him desperate for even a moment’s respite.

“Not so cocky now, are you, nerd?” Bakugou growled, fingers deep in Deku’s ribs, digging and drilling with everything he had and making the greenette scream.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Deku laughed helplessly, wishing for all the world that he could bring his arms down to protect himself. But once again – as was custom now – his blonde friend had tied his arms above him to the bed so he wasn’t going anywhere. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Take back what you said about me, and I might think about letting you go,” Bakugou demanded, sliding one hand down to ghost his fingers along Deku’s hipline. “Or else…”

Deku shrieked in a ticklish panic. “OKAHAHAHAHAY, OKAY!! I TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHACK!!”

Bakugou let up slightly, switching to light scribbling along his rival’s belly, letting him gasp for breath and giggle out leftovers. “So I’m not too reckless when I’m blowing those extras sky high?”

“I…” Deku whimpered, squirming, knowing he had to be really careful lest he get thrown right back into the fire again. “I mean…y-you are, but…but I won’t say it out loud again!”

“That’s not good enough, nerd.” The blonde dug a single thumb into one of his hips in warning. Deku squeaked and arched his back.

“I cahahan’t lie! Y-You neeheheed to work on your c-controhohohol so you don’t accidentally huhuhuhurt one of us!”

Bakugou’s eyes darkened, but his lips tugged upward in a dangerous smirk. “Oho, telling me how to fight now, eh?”

“Nononono—!”

“Fine, then.” The blonde grasped his hips and growled playfully, “Begging for ‘Kacchan’ to stop won’t do you any good now, Deku. Now you beg Dynamight!”

It didn’t take very long after that for Deku to submit and plead for mercy like he never had before. If he thought Bakugou was a terror, Dynamight was a monster.

*

173) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

“My hands are cold,” Bakugou said, sounding surprised.

Deku glanced at him, blinked, and frowned. “They are?” His friend’s hands never got cold; it was one of the advantages of his explosive quirk. Sure, in winter it was harder for him to work up enough of a sweat to really be at his most destructive, but the mere fact that he could create tiny explosions in the palms of his hands meant they never got cold. It seemed impossible.

“Yeah,” the blonde said now, and it looked like he was trying to call up a few firecrackers to alleviate his symptoms. After a few moments, he cursed and grumbled, “Damn winter. My hands are too dry.”

“Interesting,” Deku said, already reaching for his notebook and pen.

“You are not seriously about to take notes on me right in front of my face,” Bakugou snapped.

Deku froze, sitting back on the couch cushions slowly. “N-No, of course not.”

“If you want to make yourself useful, figure out a way for me to warm up my hands. They’re freezing!”

“Well…” Deku glanced around. “We probably still have some hand warmers around here somewhere. If not we could warm up a water bottle—”

Suddenly Bakugou was lunging for him, making Deku screech in surprise and throw his arms up defensively, reflexively.

“W-What are you doing, Kacchan?!”

“I know how to warm my hands up,” Bakugou growled, but the wicked smirk on his lips told Deku everything he needed to know in the seconds before he was suddenly squealing with laughter, arms clamped to his sides and legs kicking uselessly.

“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN!!” he cried, trying and failing to push his friend away. “YOUR HAHAHAHAHANDS ARE COLD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Bakugou snorted. “They are? Really? Who would have thought, nerd? Not like I’ve been sitting here telling you how cold they are.” The blonde wiggled his fingers even deeper into the greenette’s armpits, making the smaller boy toss his head back and shriek gleefully. “Besides, I don’t think you mind helping out, do you, ticklish little Deku?”

Deku let out a whine and tried rolling away, but Bakugou’s knee was there to keep him from escaping off the side of the couch. “KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN!!”

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” the blonde teased, wiggling mercilessly into his friend’s armpits. “I can feel my hands warming up already. Just deal with it for another couple of minutes, nerd. You can do that, right?”

All Deku could do in reply was laugh.

*

174) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku

Deku couldn’t fathom what he was looking at on the TV screen. Just moments ago he’d been whooping Bakugou in a game of Mario Kart – on Rainbow Road, no less! – and the next, the blonde was cruising over the finish line an entire lap ahead of him.

At first the grenette was willing to let it go – maybe he’d gotten so caught up in the gaming that he’d missed his friend passing him? – but then Bakugou laughed and pumped his fist in the air proudly and that was it. He had to know what had happened.

“How did you get ahead of me?” Deku asked, casually crossing the finish line in third place and looking at his atomic friend.

“I’m just that good, nerd, obviously!”

“But…you’ve been losing all day—”

“Shut up! No I haven’t! I’ve been going easy on your ass to make you feel better, but now I’m bringing out the big guns. No more Mr. Nice Guy!”

Deku frowned, glancing at the screen. Bakugou was so far ahead of him now as the post-track scene played, waiting for them to move on to the awards ceremony. The greenette swore Bakugou had been leagues behind him just a minute before, but there was no other way to explain the sudden turnaround unless…

“Kacchan…did you cheat?”

Bakugou nearly threw his controller at him. “Of course not, you damn nerd! I just beat you! What, gonna be a sore loser now?”

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Deku insisted. “You were behind me, I know you were—”

“So cry me a river! Rainbow Road is my specialty!”

Deku didn’t believe him for a second. He frowned, considering how to go about his next approach. “Kacchan.” When the blonde finally looked at him directly, the smaller boy raised his hands like claws and said, “Tell me the truth.”

Bakugou was out of his seat and out the door into the cold so fast Deku could hardly believe his eyes. Still, he chased after the blonde – thank goodness OFA was faster than his friend’s explosions! – and quickly used Blackwhip to stop him in his tracks.

“Let me go, you stupid nerd! I didn’t cheat – wait!”

Deku quickly straddled him and smirked, knowing full well that his friend was lying and determined to prove it. “Wait for what, Kacchan?”

“Don’t – don’t try anything, damn Deku!”

But Deku just shrugged and, using Blackwhip to keep the blonde’s arms out of his way, started tickling his ribs and underarms without any further preamble.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA DEHEHEHEHEHEKU NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Bakugou screamed with laughter, thrashing in the snow helplessly, tiny sparks lighting up his palms. “FUHUHUHUCK IT’S COHOHOHOHOLD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“You’re the one who ran out here!” Deku laughed, easily and mercilessly keeping up with his friend’s squirming and booming laughter. “It’s your own fault if you get snow down your pants. Now…how exactly did you cheat back there, huh? Gonna tell me?”

Bakugou did eventually admit to his wrongdoing – but only after another several minutes of hysterical cackles and complaining about the snow.

*

175) Lee Kaminari, Ler Kirishima

“Wow. That’s…a lot of lights,” Denki murmured as he began to pull the long string of colored lights out of the box.

Kirishima – who was busy fussing with a wreath for the door – turned and grinned at him. “Go big or go home! Hey, if any of the lights aren’t working, do you think your quirk can get them to come back on?”

“I’m pretty sure I’d blow them all up if I tried that.”

“You never know!”

“Let’s just see if they’ll untangle first.”

“It’s always a hassle, isn’t it? Glad you’re the one doing it.”

“Thanks.”

The two of them had decided it was way past time for the common area of their dorms to be decorated for the holidays, so with Aizawa’s permission, they’d raided the storage closet and found the wreaths, lights, knickknacks, and of course the tree. They knew Sero and Mina would be down later to help (and probably Bakugou, though he’d never openly admit to wanting to decorate) once they were finished with a different task.

“Ah!” Denki exclaimed suddenly. “Kiri, help!”

Kirishima turned hurriedly. “What, what?!”

“The lights!” The blonde held up his hands, which had somehow gotten so wrapped up in the green string connecting the lights that he couldn’t get out of it. “I’m stuck!”

The redhead laughed, hopping down from the stepstool he’d been on to come and help. “This takes ‘getting tangled in the lights’ to a whole new level, bro.”

“Just get me out,” Denki whined, holding out his hands for Kirishima to unwrap like a present.

Kirishima inspected the mess and moved to help…then stopped. He looked at Denki. He smirked.

“No,” Denki pleaded, grinning already. “No, don’t even think about – Kihihihihihiri!” He squealed with giggles as Kirishima suddenly attacked his sides and ribs while he was helpless to stop him. All he could do was wiggle and squirm, trying to turn and run but only pulled back against his friend’s chest while he tickled crazily all over his torso.

“Come on, where’s that smile? It’s Christmas! Cheer up!”

“I ahahahahaham smihihihihihiling!” Denki laughed, wriggling desperately. “Plehehehehease, stohohohohohop!”

“All right, all right,” Kirishima relented, chuckling himself as he turned his friend back around to face him and got to work untangling him for real. “Maybe I should help with the lights. Doing it solo doesn’t seem like it’s a good idea.”

“Just so you know, if you get tangled in them, I’m getting revenge,” Denki warned with a grin.

Kiri grinned right back.

*

176) Switches Todoroki and Natsuo

“Time for winter uniforms already, huh?” Natsuo remarked as he plopped on the couch next to his younger brother, bowl of popcorn in hand. They were about to watch a movie now that Fuyumi had gone out for a couple of hours; it was rare for the two of them to have any time alone, and they didn’t really know how to interact beyond pleasantries and movies or gaming.

They were working on it. The whole family was.

Todoroki nodded and reached for a handful from the bowl. “Yeah. Not much different from my summer uniform, really.”

“You wear long sleeves even in the summer, right? Even though half your quirk tends to burn it to ashes?”

Todoroki shrugged a little sheepishly, now reaching for the remote that lay between them. “I guess so.”

“What is it? You just don’t want the class to see how toned you’ve gotten?” Natsuo teased, aiming a quick jab for his brother’s ribs that made him squeak and dart his arm back to his side reflexively.

“I don’t care about that,” Todoroki managed through a timid smile. “But Bakugou kind of handles that showing off thing for me, so…”

“So you don’t want to be too extra?” Natsuso poked him again.

“That – that’s exahahactly how he’d prhrahahase it – Nat, plehehease!” Todoroki gradually broke down into a fit of giggles, the popcorn in his hand spilling to his lap and the floor as he squirmed with every poke and pinch to his ribs.

Natsuo chuckled and put the bowl aside entirely, reaching both hands for the younger boy’s torso. “How are things going with him, by the way? Any progress? Have you confessed yet? Come on, I wanna know all about my little brother’s love life!”

“Nahahahahahat, plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what?”

Instead of falling into the trap of asking for more tickles or begging him to stop entirely, Todoroki darted his hands for Natsuo’s knees and squeezed.

“Ah! No fahahahahahair!” his brother squealed, instantly going into defensive mode, giggling and pushing Todoroki’s hands away. “Your knehehehehehees aren’t tihihihicklish – you dohohohohon’t know what it’s lihihihihihike!”

Todoroki scoffed, but he was grinning. “Like I’m not more than ticklish enough everywhere else to make up for it? Come on, Nat – you started it. Show me what you’ve got!”

*

177) Lee Kirishima, Lers Deku and Bakusquad

“Are you sure you’re comfortable, Kirishima?” Deku asked, glancing at his friend, whose only body parts he could see were his head and his feet.

The redhead grinned up at him. “Oh, yeah! It’s actually kind of cozy.”

“Just making sure,” the smaller boy replied. He turned his attention back to where Bakugou, Mina, Sero, and Kaminari were roughhousing near the shoreline, trying to wrestle each other into the oncoming waves or something of that nature. Under other circumstances Deku would worry that Kiri wasn’t with them, but their mutual friend had asked to be buried in the sand and left to rest for a while, so that’s what had happened.

“Uh-oh, you’ve got your thinking face on,” Kiri teased, drawing his classmate’s attention back to him. "What’s up, Midoriya?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about your quirk,” Deku admitted sheepishly, grinning a little. “Like, if a villain attacked right now, would you be able to get out on your own? Would you be stuck there until someone got you out? That kind of thing.”

“Hmm,” Kiri mused, closing his eyes to soak up the sun for a few moments before saying, “Let’s try it.”

Deku blinked. “What?”

Kirishima grunted, and it took the greenette a moment to register that he was trying to break free of his sandy grave. He watched for several seconds as the redhead huffed and puffed and managed to free just a bit more of his neck and ankles, but that was it.

“Well, I guess they did a good job,” Kiri chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, even with my hardening quirk activated.”

“Interesting,” Deku hummed, filing the information away for later. “But maybe you need better motivation?”

“Like what?”

With a smile, Deku snaked a hand down to Kirishima’s bare foot and scribbled against it gently.

“Ah! Midohohoriya!” Kiri giggled, eyes going wide for a split second before squeezing shut. “No fahahahair! I can’t defend mysehehehelf!”

“Are you really stuck?” Deku asked, scooting down to get better access to both of his friend’s feet now, scribbling freely along them with very little resistance due to his friend’s position. “You’re hardly moving at all; are you actually trying to get out?”

“Of cohohohohourse I ahahahaham!” Kiri whined, snickering helplessly, the only free parts of his body shaking and wiggling slightly from the sensations. “Midohohohoriya! W-Wahahahait, the ohohohohothers—!”

“Ooh, why didn’t I think of that?” Mina squealed as she hurried over to them, the rest of the gang right behind her, all with mischievous smiles on their faces. “He’s in prime position for some tickle torture!”

Kirishima shrieked, but the flash of excitement in his eyes wasn’t lost on anyone. “N-Now hold on a second! I didn’t ask for this – Bakugou, I swear to gohohohohohod! Ahahahahahaha, nooooo!”

But Bakugou was just smirking knowingly, and soon all five of them were taking turns tickling the trapped redhead. This day at the beach sure had taken a turn, but no one was complaining about it.

*

178) Lee Sero, Ler Todoroki

“That’s certainly an innovative use of your quirk,” Todoroki commented with a grin as he watched Sero used his arm’s tape to wrap around the back of the kite, whose string had long since gone missing.

“It’s smart, right?” Sero replied with a smile of his own. “Who needs a new kite when I can just repurpose my old one with my own creativity?”

Todoroki chuckled, watching as his boyfriend finished wrapping up the kite and then took off running, trying to get it to catch air. After a couple of failed attempts he finally managed it, and Todoroki casually strolled over to where he stood now, watching the kite soar the whole way.

Sero grinned at him. “Pretty cool, yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“I haven’t flown a kite in years. Definitely not since before junior high.” Sero watched it dart side to side with the wind. “It’s kind of silly, but…I missed it.”

Todoroki smiled and moved to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “You’re cute.”

“Am not,” Sero retorted.

“Of course you are.” Todoroki observed that his partner’s arms were in a slightly raised position to keep the kite flying, and he smirked. “You’re also wide open, you know.”

“Hmm? H-Hey!” Sero gasped and trembled at the maddeningly light touch of Todoroki’s fingers grazing his sides and waistline, just enough for it to tickle but not enough for it to be bad – yet. “W-What are you doing? You know I’m t-tihihihicklish!”

Todoroki kept up his slow, light pace with a smile, barely grazing his fingernails along his boyfriend’s body, curious how long he’d hold out. “I know. And you know I like tickling people. Especially people who are cute when they’re flying a kite.”

“Thahahat’s stupidly specific, Sh-Shohohohoto,” Sero snickered lightly, shivering and grinning and trying to keep his composure. “You tihihihickle every cute person flying a kihihihihite?”

“Mmm…nah. Just you.” Todoroki couldn’t help but pinch his sides, making him squeak and giggle in earnest, the tape from his arms wavering as Sero brought them down protectively.

“Shohohohoto!”

“All right, I’ll stop,” the peppermint boy said, going back to just snuggling his partner instead. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Sero relaxed and glanced back up at the kite, a lingering smile on his face. He thought it was adorable the way his boyfriend loved making others laugh. “You’re pretty cute, too.”

Todoroki just hummed and hugged him closer, contentedly enjoying the afternoon with his boyfriend.

*

179) Lee Todoroki, Lers Natsuo and Fuyumi

“W-Wahahahahahahait – plehehehehehehease, guys!”

Natsuso smirked playfully down at his little brother who – thanks to his and Fuyumi’s efforts – was currently half-curled in on himself, giggling crazily as they scribbled and scratched across his torso and waist.

“Wait for what? Huh?” he teased, deftly catching Todoroki’s wrist when it came down protectively, gently wiggling into his underarm. “Weren’t you practically begging us to tickle you just a minute ago?”

Even lit by only a flashlight, Todoroki’s face clearly turned pink at the insinuation. “I dihihihihid nohohohohohohot!”

“Hmm…Fuyumi, wouldn’t you say that Shoto acting all cute and leaving himself wide open was invitation enough for us to play around a little bit?”

“I believe it was,” their sister replied, giggling along with Todoroki as she pinched his sides. “After all, if he kept his arms above his head and kept looking at us like that, how could we not want to tickle him?”

Todoroki whined, squirming to the side when his sister tickled his ribs, then trying to pull his arm down when his brother scribbled in his armpit. He blushed furiously, but couldn’t bring himself to protest any of this. He hadn’t exactly been trying to tempt them into tickling him by laying in the grass with his arms behind his head, but…he hadn’t exactly not been trying to, either.

“Ehehehehehehehe plehehehehehehehease!” he begged, heart racing in anticipation when both of his older siblings suddenly grabbed an arm and lay it flat on the ground so he was almost in a T pose. They lay gently on top of his limbs, pinning him, and shot him mischievous smiles. Todoroki gasped, giggling helplessly even though they weren’t touching him yet. “Ah! W-Wahahahait, wait!”

“For what, Shoto?” Fuyumi cooed, dragging a single fingertip down the short length of his underarm, making him jerk and cackle briefly. “Would it really help you if we waited?”

“Or would you rather just get on with it, little bro?” Natsuo asked, repeating the gesture on his other side.

Todoroki shivered, glancing at each of them in turn, his giddiness nearly overwhelming. He lifted his gaze to the stars they’d all been observing and chatting about together beforehand, then squeezed his eyes shut and murmured, “Just do it already.”

Needing no further invitation, Natsuo and Fuyumi each began to scribble into his armpits with purpose, and Todoroki pressed his lips together defiantly for all of three seconds before he couldn’t help himself and the first waves of laughter spilled out, followed by useless squirming and pleading.

“Nohohohohohohohoooo! Plehehehehehehehehease, it’s so bahahahahahahahahad!”

His siblings merely exchanged grins.

“And yet, you’re not asking us to stop~” Natsuo teased.

“So we’ll just have to keep going, little brother~” Fuyumi added.

Todoroki lay giggling and laughing beneath the stars for a while after that, but he hadn’t felt so content and loved in a long time. It was worth it.

*

180) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

Todoroki felt incredibly content. How could he not? He was lying under the warm spring sun with his beautiful, hotheaded boyfriend, snuggled up on his chest with the other boy’s arm wrapped around his waist. It was so calming and comforting. He loved moments like this, even more because they were so rare. While the picnic had been his idea, the cuddling had been Bakugou’s, and he felt he could die happy in this moment and have no regrets.

“Should have had waffles,” the blonde murmured.

Todoroki considered a moment, then decided he didn’t know what he meant and said, “Huh?”’

“We’re being such saps right now. We could make our own syrup and have waffles.”

The half-and-half hero snorted. “Look at you, showing off your knowledge.”

“Do you not know that syrup comes from certain trees?”

“Hush.” Todoroki nuzzled his boyfriend’s chest and pinched his ribs. “Let me enjoy this without your smart mouth ruining it.”

“Oi, don’t call me a smart mouth—hey!” Bakugou shot his free arm down protectively when Todoroki began pinching him with more purpose. “Knohohock it off!”

“I told you to hush. You’re ruining the moment.” Todoroki remain stubbornly where he was, effectively trapping at least one of Bakugou’s arms as he pinched up and down his ribs, making the blonde jerk and giggle despite himself. The peppermint boy smiled at the sound.

“Asshohohohole! I’ll ruhuhuin the moment more if you keheheheheep tickling me!”

Without another word, Todoroki strategically darted to scribble into the side of Bakugou he was laying on, making it so that he couldn’t stop him with either of his arms anymore thanks to their positioning. The snort the blonde let out made his heart leap, and he grinned as his partner squirmed and tried to hold back his giggles.

“Okay, okahahahahay, I’ll shuhuhuhut up about sahahahahap!” Bakugou whined after a few moments, tapping Todoroki’s shoulder in a gesture of submission. “Shohohohohohoto!”

Todoroki slowed to a stop, then wrapped his arm around his partner’s middle and hugged him closer, determined to snuggle him even more now. “You’re so warm.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Again with the sap—”

This time when Todoroki struck, it was with sudden, playful determination. He swung a leg over to trap the blonde where he was and dove his hand into his boyfriend’s armpit, making him screech and toss his head back as laughter spilled out of him beyond his control.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! OKAY I’LL STOHOHOHOHOHOP I PROHOHOHOHOHOMISE!! SHOTO!!” Bakugou cried, struggling to no avail. He cackled as his partner found the sweet spot between his armpit and ribs, making his whole body spasm with ticklishness, a shriek flying past his lips. “FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

With a satisfied smirk, Todoroki flopped down on top of him and curled up again, nuzzling him even more now. “That’s more like it.”

“Tch. All right, all right. Come here, snuggles.” The blonde wrapped both arms and legs around him in a cuddly trap that made the other boy visibly melt. Bakugou smiled softly at him. “You’re cute, you know? Something so simple makes you so happy.”

Todoroki hummed contentedly, smiling as well. He didn’t say anything in response; he merely soaked up the moment while it lasted. Bakugou cuddling him was a rarity he didn’t want to miss a single second of.

The warm sun on the remains of their shared picnic together wasn’t so bad, either.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #quick prompts #sentence starters #compilation #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #deku #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #shindeku #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou #red riot #chargebolt #todoroki siblings #todoroki shoto #sero hanta #todosero #todobaku #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐒𝐀𝐒  𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ you are supposed to address me as ‘sir.’ ”

“ i won, i won, on a horse called smokey. ”

“ invited to feel regret, he felt no regret. ”

“ i like you, you know why? because if i tell you a joke, you pretend that it’s funny. ”

“ you hate this place. ”

“ i hate this peace. war, my friend, is where you find it. ”

“ i hope i did no permanent damage. ”

“ fucker, first and foremost. ”

“ i’m used to uneven battles. ”

“ drink. do not think. ”

“ do not be yourself tonight. ”

“ when we are among them, your mother is not watching. ”

“ oh, i’m sensing resentment. ”

“ i’m afraid theft is something i cannot tolerate. ”

“ in war, we are allowed to be the beasts that we are. ”

“ we are taught to kill silently, and it becomes instinctive, almost like swallowing. ”

“ eyes are for thumbs to push… into the brain. mouths can be torn open, necks are a gift - god’s ultimate mistake. ”

“ everything you touch is a weapon. ”

“ you are a weapon. ”

“ works every time. ”

“ doesn’t this fucking squeaking drive you insane?! ”

“ i can’t fucking salute anymore. ”

“ what would it take to make you call me sir!? ”

“ it would take respect. ”

“ i always sleep well. ”

“ nothing is as it seems. ”

“ justified by inner rage. ”

“ they say it is an exquisite death, though, who the people are that know that is unrecorded. ”

“ you’re supposed to be in hospital. ”

“ kill with cutlery if necessary. ”

“ you crept up on me. ”

“ right now beauty is not a currency i value. ”

“ you will learn that i tend to hear about everything. ”

“ they are dead men, just awaiting confirmation. like me. ”

“ if you’re going to stand there staring, we will charge you admission. ”

“ anything expected fails. ”

“ never be where you are meant to be. ”

“ did you have a fall? ”

“ am i dead? ”

“ i’m told my the doctor not to express pity. ”

“ you’re not making any sense at all. ”

“ we have nothing to discuss. ”

“ mostly, i don’t like people. but i like you. ”

“ i understand you gentlemen are very good at killing people. ”

“ we won’t all survive, but we will triumph. ”

“ and if all this is a lovely dream of mine, well it has been lovely dreaming it. ”

“ lately, i’m changed by him. ”

“ if i sit up barking and howling at night, as i sometimes do, he takes me for a walk and throws a stick for me. ”

“ there’s no shame turning back on a night like this. ”

“ it’s broken. ”

“ we need to be alive to go again. ”

“ maybe it’s your attitude, maybe it’s the way you walk. ”

“ you are walking on a tightrope. ”

“ i don’t like waiting around. ”

“ fucking is fine, feeling is not. ”

“ literally, unquestionably, undeniably in the middle of fucking nowhere. if fucking nowhere had a capital city, this would be it. and this would be the main street of fucking nowhere city, and the lord mayor would be fucking no-one, presiding over fuck all, in a place where there was no-one around to give a fuck. ”

“ you need any help, there isn’t any. ”

“ i’m fucking sick of being the taxi service. ”

“ for god’s sake, don’t be seen. ”

“ i never go to parties to which i am invited anyway. ”

“ it’s not a competition. ”

“ fuck the moon. ”

“ the moon is our friend, patience is our enemy. ”

“ those that see us will soon be dead. ”

“ so damn corny, isn’t it? ”

“ i can tell you the full commandment - thous shalt not kill, except in a very good cause. ”

“ only monsters would keep count. ”

“ i will get a break, i am owed a fucking break! ”

“ you’re being very mysterious. ”

“ you always resort to military terms when you’re embarrassed. ”

“ talk to me like that, i will knock your bleeding block off! ”

“ drink rum, fight dirty, fuck the rules. ”

“ who dares wins. ”

“ are you not compassionate? ”

“ and there was me thinking that you were with me because you liked me. ”

“ oh, to run away, eh? oh, how grand a life it would be to be a coward. to love life that much. ”

“ you don’t deserve my father’s wisdom. ”

“ sometimes when you are in command, you need to make difficult decisions. ”

“ never wrestle naked in the sand. sand under the foreskin is one of the most painful medical conditions imaginable. ” “

“ expect to be isolated by my contempt. ”

“ i am a hand grenade, pull the pin, throw me where the enemy is most numerous. ”

“ the eyes of a familiar compound ghost, both intimate, and unidentifiable. ”

“ i find ts eliot rather dull. ”

“ not a debate worth getting sand under the foreskin for, one might imagine. ”

“ you must ask why, because if you know why you are carrying out your mission, when things fuck up - which they inevitably will - you will know how to achieve what you set out to achieve, in a different way. ”

“ i like plans that can be explained with one breath. ”

“ i have you! ”

“ get on your feet! ”

“ i expected better from you. ”

“ i wonder if it’s something more or not. ”

“ i save my bullets for the enemy! ”

“ i cannot believe you just risked your life for no reason. ”

“ you would do this purely to discover that i am not you. ”

“ lesson learned about men, and the motivation of men. ”

“ fuck, it’s a dead end. ”

“ because why the fuck not? ”

“ i’m only staying to make sure you don’t damage any of our property. ”

“ you make me curious. ”

“ what you did today, i wondered if you’d do that if you loved someone. ”

“ loving somebody can make you too fond of life, which… can turn you into a coward. ”

“ whatever is the cause of your pain? you have my deepest sympathy. ”

“ you certainly have my attention. ”

“ it takes me a while to get back to normal. ”

“ about an hour after sunset i will stop shaking, and then about an hour after that i will stop hearing explosions. ”

“ as a general rule, i avoid possession and being possessed. ”

“ among the broken bottles on the floor you’ll find several teeth. ”

“ i blame my father, what’s your excuse for being such a mad fucker? ”

“ i don’t need a fucking excuse. ”

“ one night, someone’s going to come in here and they’re going to slit your throat. ”

“ they are welcome to try. ”

“ the use of irish as an adjective is very provoking. ”

“ i would beat you to death. ”

“ i’d take your knife from you, cut off your balls and stir them into a bloody mary. ”

“ there. that was me pulling a knife. ”

“ no-one can bear undeclared grief. ”

“ do you remember collapsing? ”

“ you stood on the table and told everyone you loved me. ”

“ dear god. love? now i do apologize. must’ve been the whisky. ”

“ if that is rather odd, i’d hate to see very odd. ”

“ he thinks too much. such men are dangerous. ”

“ no-one knows anyone. ”

“ you have great difficulty with approval, don’t you? ”

“ you’d just rather play the renegade. ”

“ there is no time to be unambitious. ”

“ you don’t know who might be listening to you. ”

“ you need to look defeated. ”

“ we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. ”

“ this is where we split up. ”

“ we’ve been betrayed. ”

“ yes well, vodka does uh, it does make some poor decisions. ”

“ everything i touch… boom, gone! ”

“ my holiday in the sun continues to be eventful. ”

“ what the fuck are we supposed to do now? ”

“ now the blood will flow. ”

#( sentence. ) #rp meme #rp starters #sentence starters #sentence meme #tv series #historical #drama #sas rogue heroes

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 88

Write something inspired by this sentence:

"Happy new year to me," hero whispered as the clock in the tower struck midnight and blood pooled underneath him.

#whump #whump prompt #whump inspiration #new year #writing prompt #blackrosesprompts #blood #injury #wounded #hero whump #hero whumpee #clock tower #dying #writing inspiration #writing idea #whump idea #sentence starters #sentence prompts #prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #dialogue prompt #whump dialogue

[jolteon-rph]

SONIC HEROES / SENTENCE STARTERS.

Quotes & sentences taken from the video game, Sonic Heroes. Feel free to change the sentences as you see fit.

Some sentences have been altered to fit in more general contexts.

TW: No trigger warnings.

“But that was the past! Now you're nothing but a speck of dust to me.”

“I've heard good things about you, and require your services! And I can pay handsomely!”

“Hmm, sounds like an invitation to party!”

“Let me go! Let me go! I wanna play!“

“You knew it was me all along, didn't you?”

“Yeah! Beach time! Sea, sea, sea, sea~“

“I’ll take you on, but I promise you'll regret this.“

“It's no use. But why can't I defeat you...?”

“Beaten by fruits, how weak they must be.“

“Hey, hold on, it's no trick! And besides, I plan on paying you! You will be rewarded handsomely for helping me!”

“Well, if I can't convince them, then I'll just let my fists do the talking!“

“WHADDYA DOIN'?! BE QUIET!!”

“Enough of this! _____! Time to meet your maker!”

“I was created for the sole purpose of destroying you, but I can never seem to defeat you.”

“Insulting. Your training has been a waste of time.”

“Be on guard. Focus and prepare yourself.“

“Forgive me, but this is my duty.”

“You should thank me for letting you live.”

“Darn, I forgot to pay the electric bill for the office.“

“Strangely enough, I had the same weird feeling about our client's real identity. It could be you-know-who...”

“You're either a genius or a madman. Either way, you'll be sorry for getting in my way!”

“Are you playing with that girl's heart again?”

“There's gotta be a major misunderstanding here, but we can't back down now.“

“Primary target is _____! Don't forget it!“

“You know about cloning... the original must exist somewhere.“

“What'sa matter? Got nothing left?”

“So they are in production. I'll destroy them all.”

“This weather... could be an omen...”

“No doubt about it, my heart is never wrong.“

“You don't fool me! I know what you're after! Better stay outta my way!“

“Heh... You sure haven't changed much!”

“_____... Why does that name bother me so much?”

“_____, this time, there's no way out of marrying me!”

“If you want a fight, you got one! Let's go get that bloated buffoon!“

“Hey, cheer up! You know we'll find them. No time to waste just standing here-- come on, let's get going!“

“As long as we stay together, we can do anything!“

“_____, you should really stop causing so much trouble...”

“Not a very bright move for a genius!“

“You sure this is the right way? But it's so spooky here...”

“Knock it off! There's no time to play!“

“Heh, talk about being stubborn and full of surprises!“

“Why not have some fun while you can. After all, you only have one day and we know who's going to win!“

“Long time no see! Too bad you had to come all this way for nothing! I'll take it from here.“

“Is that so... well then, it'll be a date to die for.”

“Come on, tell me you weren't scared. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't of had a chance!”

#rp starters #rp sentence starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #jolteonrph #sonic heroes #sonic the hedgehog #sth rp #about time i did this one lols

[13xwishes]

“Why didn’t you talk to me about it?” (( Luka for the miraculous verse! ))

Monster High Webisode Starters || { Accepting }

For @tophatz || Miraculous!Verse Gigi

      ❝ This is something I cannot discuss so freely. Especially with our current situation. I... am not like Chat Noir or Ladybug. ❞

#ic #sun summoned #meme #tophatz #{ crossover } #{ v: miraculous } #sentence starters #{ tl: miraculous hero }

[untitledmemes]

4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #rp starter #rp starters #memes #starters #prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #roleplay starter #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #sentence meme #sentence memes #sentence prompt #sentence prompts

[linwritesif]

A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

#prompt list #writing prompts #angst prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #interactive fiction #for safe keeping #i always lose those so decided to make a semi comprehensive list #of prompt posts i love and adore

[ohisms]

↪ 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of syfy's the magicians . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt will be updated as time goes on . )

it's always something with you , isn't it ? it's always an emergency .

look , this is your responsibility .

wow , nice trick . i'm sure you're a hit at parties .

so ... you think you're ready .

i called you . all weekend . where were you ?

okay , we have got to pull you together .

you can't run away hard enough , can you ?

i know where you were all weekend .

life is raw , everybody medicates .

i love you . call me , okay ?

am i hallucinating ?

come on , or you'll miss it .

can i start over ? please .

i'm going to make sure you don't remember a thing .

playing with time is such difficult magic .

don't bother trying to compare yourself .

it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair .

it's my fault that they said that .

if you think my family is some sort of advantage , you've been misinformed .

maybe i wouldn't let myself forget .

that was before i knew there was something else .

it's really okay if this is not your thing .

you're hurting yourself , & you're not okay .

i just needed to see if i was right .

we've been watching you for quite a while now .

hello ? do you need help ?

you feel right because you're starting towards your destiny .

for some reason , you're involved . so be involved .

look , hold that thought , okay ?

i'm obviously coming with you .

there's no such thing as safe magic .

what is this place exactly , besides a health hazard ?

you ask a lot of questions .

jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous .

it's a little bit bigger than messing up .

there's a bad story every few years around here .

can you just help me live with myself ?

i'm gonna tell you something deep & dark & personal now .

i'm trying to tell you , you are not alone here .

i don't know . i wanna be your friend , i guess .

you should hate me right now .

the last thing i wanted to do growing up was read fantasy .

let's just say life wasn't exactly non-stop fun growing up .

if you're guilty , i'm guilty .

come do something stupid with me before you go .

okay , you know what ? i'm not interested in your personal issues .

this isn't just some lark to me , just so you know .

i mean seriously , what do they expect , you know ?

look , you can't run away from you .

there's nothing i can do in this moment to stop the comet from crashing into the earth , is there ?

i keep trying to tell myself that this is somehow better .

you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .

you can't help , & i can't help you .

what the hell was that , you maniac ?

why would you ever trust anyone ?

i'm willing to teach the right people what i know . & i know a lot .

you're lucky i can fix this .

hey , have you heard of karma ? sometimes it's instant .

i'm generous with you , considering .

get me everything on this list . this week .

why even ask , if you'll just forget it again ?

that's not a real answer .

you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

do you think you have a destiny ?

there is no destiny . no born heroes .

you can either step up to it or not , that's up to you .

this is your problem , that you should solve !

#rp meme #inbox prompt #rp inbox prompt

[tickly-giggles]

Can we have a drabble for lee!Hawks, prompt 12, with his wings? I'm a sucker for lee!Hawks and especially ticklish wings! Only if you want to, tho!!

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN, ANON! Thank you for sending this in, I've been waiting for someone to send one!

A/N: Some sentence starters are a little awkward for me to put directly at the beginning, so this one is a little further down, but it's there! This isn't necessarily connected to my current DabiHawks tk universe, but if you wanna think of this as a little flashback type deal, then go for it! Also, I decided to make this a college AU, cuz I couldn't find a proper way to make it in the normal universe and have Hawks be struggling with something that has a deadline that he could fail on. So, college AU it is! A quick thought just popped into my mind, though, about renewing hero licenses, though I don't know if that's a thing. REGARDLESS, ENOUGH RAMBLING-

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Prompt: "I'm gonna fail if I don't finish before the deadline."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks, I promise they'll get together soon, guys

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 1,072

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Yet another sleepless night of never ending studying put Keigo into quite the irritated mood. He sat at his desk in front of his laptop, head in his hands, the screen displaying a document that currently only had three paragraphs written. Birds started chirping outside his window as light from the sunrise began streaming into his dorm. With a frustrated sigh, he looked up at his computer screen and glared at the document. He had never been this stressed in his life.

Keigo’s overthinking was abruptly interrupted by a low groan and the shuffling of bed sheets from behind him. Touya slipped out from under the covers and stretched, then he looked over at his roommate, who had his back turned to him and was still staring at the laptop.

“You’re up early,” Touya commented, shivering as his bare feet hit the floor.

“Haven’t slept,” Keigo replied curtly.

Touya frowned and stood, walking over to his roommate. Empty energy drink cans littered his desk, and a small pile of dirty plates sat beside his laptop. When was the last time he even moved from his chair?

“You gotta get some sleep, Keigo,” 

Touya said as he reached for the laptop. He huffed when Keigo swatted his hand away,

“When’s the last time you showered?”

“Like, last night or something?”

“Bullshit,”

Touya hissed, glaring at Keigo, who refused to look at him,

“I had a hard time getting to sleep cuz your sleep deprived ass wouldn’t go to bed, and that damn laptop is brighter than my fire.”

“Tsk. Whatever, I just need to get this done.”

“You need to look after yourself.”

“I’m fine, Touya.”

“You’re not fine,”

the hot head crossed his arms,

“Your wings are drooping.”

“Dude, I’m gonna fail if I don’t finish before the deadline,”

Keigo finally turned to his friend, 

“You know how important this essay is! It’s due tomorrow, and I barely have anything written down. I know how my quirk works and how I can use it in battle, but I can’t explain it!”

he growled and slammed his fist on the desk,

“Why is an essay gonna be the deciding factor of if I graduate or not?!”

Touya sighed and rubbed his roommate’s head soothingly, 

“Relax, birdbrain. It isn’t the end of the world. You still have a whole day to get it done,”

he then took Keigo’s hand and tugged gently,

“But you need sleep first. You won’t be able to think properly if you’re running on fumes.”

“I can’t sleep right now,” Keigo groaned,

“Please leave me alone.”

Touya glared at his friend, getting more frustrated as time passed. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and his annoyed expression quickly transformed into a mischievous one.

“Fine,”

he huffed as he walked behind Keigo and positioned himself at his wings that hung over the back of the chair,

“I guess I’ll have to make you.”

“What does that even me-HEEEHEHEAN! NONONO TOUYA STOHOHOHOP!”

Keigo shrieked with sudden, uncontrollable laughter. Touya smirked as he dug into his friend’s fluffy wings, then yelped when one of them flapped a little too hard and smacked him right in the face.

“You little shit,” the hot head grumbled.

“I-I’m sohohorry,”

Keigo whined, standing up and holding his hands up in surrender while his roommate approached him,

“Touya, please, I’ll go to sleep, just anything but this– TOUYA!!”

Touya wasted no time, pouncing on his winged friend and pinning him to the bed, then scribbling all ten of his fingers over his sensitive feathers. Ever since they were children, Touya knew Keigo’s worst spot was his wings. He loved tormenting him whenever he got on his nerves, or even if he was just bored. His friend never failed to provide an entertaining experience.

“Too little too late, Keigo,”

the hot head smirked evilly, savoring his trapped roommate’s screams of ticklish agony,

“You should’ve decided before I had to resort to this. ‘sides, you hit me with your wings. I deserve some payback for that.”

“IHIHIHIT WAS AN AHAHAHACCIDENT, YOU PRIHIHIHICK!” Keigo cackled, thrashing helplessly,

“YOU WERE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE! I COULDN’T HEHEHELP IHIHIT!”

“Not my problem,”

Touya shrugged, moving his fingers toward where Keigo’s wings connected to his back, and he chuckled as his friend’s laughter became more high pitched and desperate,

“Poor little Keigo. Can’t handle it, huh? Is it too much? You poor thing~.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!”

“Awww, does teasing get to you? Hmm? Does it make it worse?”

he leaned in closer to Keigo’s flushed face, still talking in that sickeningly effective baby voice,

“Do you like it when I tease you? Huh, little birdie~?”

“TOHOHOHOUYA, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” 

Keigo felt extremely hot, and he pushed at Touya’s face with one hand while covering his own with his other hand.

“Ohh~? Do you like that nickname, little birdie? Does it make you flustered? Ah ah ah, don’t cover your face,”

Touya huffed and quickly grabbed Keigo’s wrists, pinning them above his head and giving him a little breather,

“Or I’ll make you regret it~.”

The winged student swallowed nervously and stared deeply into his friend’s eyes while catching his breath. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t exciting and fun, but he still had his paper to write. He frowned and averted his gaze.

“Can I go back to working on my paper, please?”

“Your paper will be there.”

“Touya, let me up.”

“Nope.”

“Touya–”

“That’s it.”

Laughter once again rang throughout the dorm room, only stopping when Keigo’s boisterous cackling turned into silent hysteria. Touya knew he wasn’t going to listen, so he had no choice but to tire him out enough so that he wouldn’t even think of anything but sleep. 

About an hour had passed when the hot head finally decided to let up, and his plan had worked. Keigo fell asleep almost instantly after the tickle attack, and Touya tucked him in gently. He smiled as his roommate snored peacefully. It was an adorable sight - his flushed face stained with mirth and a small smile resting on his lips. He looked so comfortable. Touya sighed fondly and ran his fingers through Keigo’s soft hair, his eyes lingering on his lips for longer than he would admit. Finally, he walked over to the desk and made sure to save his friend’s work before closing the laptop, and began cleaning up the mess. He was positive Keigo would do better once he got some rest.

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Sentence Starters based on mun’s threads!

25 starters | TW: death, violence

« who... what are you? »

« nobody is born a hero. »

« tell me the name and they're dead by dawn. »

« were you trying to be sneaky? it's not working. »

« i fear this is the result of many sleepless nights. »

« anyone would tremble before you, wouldn't they? »

« life is already a joke! and a pretty bad one no less! »

« ah, no, i forgot, i'm nothing but a failed experiment. »

« i'm going to be real with you. i'm about to go fucking feral. »

« this town needs a hero, and by the gods, i’ll give it one. »

« the only pests i'm dealing with are assholes like you, lately. »

« it's just us. you don't need to hide anything that troubles you. »

« i couldn’t help but notice that you seemed lost in your thoughts. »

« expect the unexpected, and prepare to face the consequences. »

« i didn't want this to happen! i didn't mean to do it! i didn't mean it! »

« you go out there and live your life as you want... while it lasts, that is. »

« i thought you, of all people, would understand why i seeked revenge. »

« the only person i'm willing to sacrifice for the safety of others is myself. »

« i'm quite sure god watched over me all day and laughed all the way through. »

« i'm not here to start a fight! i know better than trying the same dance over and over. »

« there's no need to use violence, but i won't hesitate form stopping you if you want to fight. »

« it's a miracle you're still alive, and i'm not letting you throw away a chance of survival. »

« what's with the stuttering? i remember you having a lot more bravado in that little body of yours. »

« unless you want me to do the entire world a favor and put an end to your miserable excuse of a life, fuck off. »

« i may poison them, but i also am their cure. And if they desire to eat me whole and leave me as nothing but a hollow husk, I’ll allow them to do whatever they please. »

#rp prompts #rp prompt #sentence starters #sentence starter #rp sentence starter #angry starters #violence starters #good starters #evil starters #hero starters

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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #161-170

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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161) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shinsou growled playfully, grabbing Deku’s ankle and hauling him back into his dorm room at UA. To shake things up, they’d gone to the purple-haired boy’s room instead, and though Shinsou knew the members of Class 1-A were more used to what was about to go down than his own classmates, he didn’t care. Deku had had his time with his friends all morning and afternoon. Tonight was just for the two of them.

Deku was giggling already, playfully clawing at the carpeted floor, trying to get away.

Shinsou threw himself onto his boyfriend, pinning him down with his chest to his back.

“Oof! Toshi!” Deku protested with a gasp. “Too heavy!”

“You trying to tell me something?” Shinsou teased, finding the hem of his shirt and diving his fingers into the space beneath it, grinning at Deku’s wild screech of laughter. “Hmm? What do you have to say, Zu?”

“Plehehehehehease!” Deku cried, one hand awkwardly trying to push him away (and failing) while the other attempted to hide his face.

Shinsou growled into his ear, “Hiding from me now? We can’t have that. Show yourself, cutie.”

Deku spasmed when the fingers scribbling at his lower tummy descended even further. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“Show me~” the taller boy sang playfully, pointer fingers finding the dip of his boyfriend’s hips and wiggling relentlessly. It gave him great satisfaction when Deku screamed and tried bucking him off but was unable to do more than wiggle uselessly on the ground. “Show me your face~ I want to see that beautiful smile~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUSH!!”

“Never.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, TOSHIEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!” Deku laughed so hard his face looked like a strawberry, with his freckles and mop of green hair. He pounded the floor desperately. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE ANY MOHOHOHOHORE TODAHAHAHAHAY!!”

Shinsou gasped in mock offense. “You mean you let your friends wear you out so I couldn’t play with you? How rude! Unfortunately for you…” he kissed his cheek, then continued, “…I live on the ground floor, and I have looooots of stamina. You’ll just have to deal with it, birthday boy~”

*

162) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

If Todoroki’s brushing Bakugou’s hair from his eyes wasn’t enough to make the blonde combust, the soft “you’re beautiful” that came with it certainly did the trick.

“W-What?” Bakugou sputtered, ducking his head and shoving lightly at his boyfriend’s chest. “Shut up, icy-hot.”

Todoroki was relentless. “But you are.” He gently cupped his cheek and maneuvered so they’d have to look each other in the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”

The atomic teen blushed but scowled, averting his gaze. “Couldn’t have called me something more masculine?”

“Like handsome?” Todoroki smiled. “Masculine is subjective. You’re handsome and beautiful. And hot. And kind—”

Bakugou clamped a hand over his mouth and shot him a glare. “I said shut up.”

There was a pause, then Todoroki dropped his hands from Bakugou’s face to his ribs, wiggling his fingers playfully.

Caught off-guard (and always more sensitive to touch when his partner was around), the blonde sputtered a second time and smiled despite himself, bringing his arms down protectively. “Hehehey, idiot, dohohohon’t—”

Todoroki grinned, gradually getting up in his space so he had to choice but to flop back, beginning to giggle in earnest now, squirming.

“My beautiful Bakugou~ Won’t you smile for me?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut—!” Bakugou squealed, then growled as he went on the offensive, reaching for Todoroki’s torso as well. “Tahahahake this!”

Todoroki yelped and burst into laughter, but never let up on his own tickle attack. “Nihihihice try, cheheheheater!”

“Cheheheheater?! You stahahahaharted it, icy-hohohohot!”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust lehehehehehet me call yohohohou beheheheheautiful already!”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

Eventually their tickling turned to kissing and soft murmurs of affection towards one another, and by the end of the night Bakugou didn’t mind being called beautiful so much anymore.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

*

163) Lee Kaminari, Ler Jirou

“Hold still, Denki!” Jirou demanded, her phone raised, half hiding her face as she waited for the camera to focus.

Kaminari’s entire body was tensed up, but he did his best to obey her. “I’m trying,” he managed through clenched teeth. “It tickles!”

The two of them had been enjoying a beautiful day outside – away from the others, away from the chaos their lives had become since starting school at UA – when a butterfly had decided to perch on the blonde’s ear. If it had held still it wouldn’t have been so bad, but it kept repositioning itself and fluttering its wings, and it was driving the electric hero up the wall.

“Got it,” Jirou announced triumphantly, angling her phone so he could see the picture she’d just taken. He smiled at it despite how goofy he looked. She’d been trying her hand at photography lately, and she was honestly good at it, even if he was often the unwitting subject of her focus.

“Looks great,” he told her. “Now can you please get it off of me? It’s driving me crazy!”

With a giggle, Jirou did as requested and gently shooed the butterfly on its way, watching as Kaminari sagged in obvious relief. She didn’t give him long at all before tackling him into the grass and pinning him down by his shoulders while her quirk went to work tracing the shells of his ears, wiggling behind them, making him squeal and laugh in earnest.

“Nohohohoho! Jirou, it tihihihihihickles!” he cried, blushing under her smiling gaze and her weight on his lap.

“I know, and it’s adorable.” She leaned down to gently pepper his face with kisses while her quirk continued to tickle his ears and neck. He opened his mouth to protest or plead or otherwise speak, but she stopped him with a kiss to his lips.

Kaminari’s heart leapt in his chest. He supposed he could take it for just a little bit longer after all.

*

164) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

Kirishima arched his back and clawed at the carpet, laughter going silent the longer Bakugou scratched ruthlessly at the bare sole of his foot. “Stahahahahahahahap!”

“No.” Bakugou smirked down at him, continuing to tickle. He was sitting on Kiri’s legs that were propped up on the couch while the boy himself lay down on the floor, the blonde’s arms busy behind him as he held his friend’s feet still while he relentlessly tickled each of them in turn.

Kirishima had asked for this, requested this exact positioning, and now that he was stuck in it, it looked like he was having some regrets.

“Plehehehehease!” the redhead begged, covering his eyes with one hand while clenching his t-shirt in his fist with the other, still laughing helplessly. “Quihihihihihit loohohohohohooking at me like thahahahahahat!”

“Again, no.” Bakugou grasped the toes of one of his feet and held them firmly still while scratching at the ball of said foot, grinning as Kiri lost his mind, rolling around on the floor in ticklish agony.

“Gahahahahahad, it tihihihihihickles so bahahahahahad!”

“Been a while since I tickled your feet, huh? They got more sensitive, it feels like.”

“Feheheheheheels like?! Yohohohohou’re nohohohohot the one lahahahahahaughing his ahahahahahass off!”

“I can feel your feet just as much as you can. For example…” The blonde dragged a fingernail up and down his arch. “I can tell you probably used lotion on them this morning before asking me to do this. Wanted to feel more ticklish, eh, Kirishima?”

Kiri arched his back again and laughed out his embarrassment. It was true that he’d hoped to feel more ticklish while stuck in this position with his friend; it had been forever since his feet had been tickle tortured, and while he wasn’t usually that into it, there was something so deliciously fun about being stuck laughing like this, with Bakugou grinning wickedly down at him, enjoying it just as much.

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Kirishima pleaded, then suddenly shrieked when the blonde started digging between his toes. “Nohohohohohohoho! Not the tohohohohohohoes, plehehehehehease! Bahahahahahakugou!!”

His friend merely gave him an evil, playful wink and continued tickling him to pieces.

*

165) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku

Bakugou had done his fair share of finding ways to restrain Deku while tickling the snot out of him. He’d lost a good several neckties to the cause, but it was all worth it to watch the nerd struggle and beg but ultimately not be able to do anything to stop him until he activated his quirk out of sheer desperation.

But Deku using Blackwhip to do the same thing to him?

That…that was just unfair.

“I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOU FOR THIS DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!” he screamed as his rival and friend dug mercilessly into his death spot – the space between his armpits and ribs – while forcing his arms above his head with one of his quirk’s new abilities.

Deku was sitting on his lap with the biggest smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding a way to repay the favor Bakugou had shown him over and over again in their years of tickle fighting. He giggled. “I thought you were trying to use my first name now?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOHOLD ME YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CARE!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and shrieked with hysterical, uncontrollable laughter when Deku began knuckling into that spot. “STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEASE DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!"

“I don’t mind if you want to keep calling me that. Most of the time.” Deku smirked down at him, knowing full well he had him in a position to make him do or say anything he wanted and thoroughly enjoying it. “But right now I think I want to hear you say it. I’ll stop if you beg me to using my real name, okay, Kacchan?”

Bakugou keened miserably, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IT IZUHUHUHUHUHKU!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Deku stopped as promised, sliding his hands down to his friend’s belly and scribbling gently there to gradually get him back down to a string of happy giggles before ceasing altogether, recalling his quirk and thus freeing the atomic blonde, who sagged into the ground, gasping for breath.

“Are you…are you okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked hesitantly, worried he may have gotten overeager when he realized what Blackwhip could do. “Was it too much?”

“Freakin’…always too much…in that spot, nerd…” Bakugou replied between breaths. A moment went by, and then he grinned all on his own. “Didn’t think…you had it in you…Izuku.”

Deku beamed. “I learned from the best, Katsuki.”

*

166) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

“Get back here, Deku, you toady asshole!”

Deku laughed, expertly dodging yet another of Bakugou’s green shell barrages and moving up the ranks from fourth to second. “Come on, Kacchan, I beat you every time. Don’t get mad just because you’re no good.”

Bakugou growled beside him. He hit a double item block and laughed victoriously. “Dodge this blue shell, nerd!”

Of course, at that exact moment, Deku’s character snatched up a horn and was able to deflect the attack just after claiming first place, crossing the finish line just in time.

“I win again!”

Bakugou crossed in fourth, tossed his controller to the side, and plunged his fingers into Deku’s ribs. The greenette squealed and fell back on the couch, dropping his own controller in favor of trying to defend himself.

“Nohohohoho, Kacchahahahahan!”

“Let me tickle you! I’ve got to get this anger out somehow, and clearly I’m not doing it through Mario Kart!”

Bakugou – an expert at tickling his childhood friend – quickly straddled him so he couldn’t roll away, shoving his tickling fingers under Deku’s shirt to dig into the bare skin, watching the smaller boy’s face light up with a giant smile with satisfaction. If he couldn’t beat him at video games, at least he could beat him in a tickle fight.

Deku squealed and giggled and halfheartedly pushed at the blonde’s hands. “Stohohohohohop, Kacchan! No fahahahahahahair!”

“You never liked it when I played fair in our tickle fights.” Bakugou smirked. “As a matter of fact, I’d bet money that you were antagonizing me on purpose to get me to do this, weren’t you, Deku?”

The greenette’s dark blush was answer enough, even without the whiny laughter and weak protests.

“Thought so,” Bakugou chuckled, finding the spot on his lower ribs that Deku always seemed to love having tickled, feeling another rush of satisfaction when his friend tossed his head back and laughed more freely than before. “Since you wanted it so bad, I’ll make sure to tickle you extra good, you silly little nerd.”

*

167) Lee Todoroki, Ler Deku

“Wow, Todoroki,” Deku marveled as he took in the state of their dorm’s living room. He could barely make anyone out for the sudden fog. “This is really impressive! Good job.”

Todoroki’s “thank you” was a quiet mumble, but the greenette could hear how proud he was of himself. He didn’t like to combine his heat and ice unless necessary, but his friends had begged him to try for the sake of giving their dorm an eerie look for Halloween, and Deku could tell that he thought it was pretty awesome too.

“Where’s the creepy music? Bring it on already!” demanded Bakugou, and soon a cheesy Halloween soundtrack off of YouTube was playing through a set of speakers, and a cheer went up among them.

As the others indulged in some spooky-themed snacks or gathered to play games together, Deku sidled up to his partner and nudged him playfully. “Knew you could do it.”

“I thought I could, too,” Todoroki admitted softly. “I just…”

Deku took his hand. “I know.”

Todoroki smiled at him gratefully. Deku smiled back, then shivered. “But now it’s kind of chilly in here, don’t you think?”

“It adds to the ambience.”

“It does.” Deku shifted so he was hugging his boyfriend, snuggling into his chest. He was aware that Todoroki’s heart began to race faster – cute! – but he was on a mission, and he wouldn’t be deterred. “But still…can you keep me warm, Shoto?”

“Hmm? Of course I ca-hahahan!” Todoroki squealed and slapped a hand over his mouth when the smaller boy began playfully tickling his sides. “Ehehehehe wahahahait! Midohohoriya!”

Somewhere nearby, a couple of the girls cooed at him, making him blush furiously and squirm in a desperate attempt to get away.

Deku beamed up at him. “Trick or treat!”

Todoroki could barely form a retort, he was so flustered. He giggled and pushed uselessly at his partner. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahave any cahahahahandy!”

“That’s okay. Your laughter is sweet enough to make up for it!”

*

168) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!” Bakugou cried through helpless giggles as his partner tackled him to the floor, sticky fingers tickling along his upper ribs. “You’re mahahahahaking a mehehehehess, idiot!”

“Oh, I am?” Todoroki teased, smirking at his boyfriend. “What a pity.”

They’d been given the task of making caramel apples for their dorm’s Halloween party that evening – something they knew they’d be able to handle easily, which was probably why Todoroki felt it safe to mess around a little while getting the job done.

The only problem was, he had caramel all over his fingers when he started tickling his unsuspecting partner, which meant said caramel was now on his upper ribs.

Bakugou tried shoving him away with his elbow so as not to get the caramel on his hands in his boyfriend’s hair. “Quihihihihihit it! You’re mahahahahaking me stihihihihicky, icy-hohohohohot!”

Todoroki stopped tickling, but only to grin at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou knew him too well not to know what was coming next. He panicked.

“No!”

“But Katsuki…”

“No!”

“You said yourself I’m making a mess. It’s only fair that I clean it up…”

“No, no, no – NOHOHOHOHOHO ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and roared with laughter when Todoroki began licking up the caramel that had gotten stuck to his boyfriend’s upper ribs. It was just coincidence that it happened to be his most ticklish spot – total coincidence. Definitely.

Todoroki expertly kept Bakugou’s flailing arms at bay as he went to work, even throwing in a little tickle bite here and there to make him scream. He grinned at the hysterics he was pulling from his usually grumpy partner. “Hold still, I’m almost done~”

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOU, ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“What’s that? You want me to keep going?”

Bakugou screeched. “NONONO WAIT—!!”

They did eventually get the caramel apples done, but they may or may not have run out of caramel for the last couple of apples by the time the party started.

*

169) Lee Deku, Ler Eri

“Mr. Deku…I don’t think I’m doing this right…”

Deku glanced over at Eri’s pumpkin, which had a very jagged, toothy-looking smile etched into it barely just below the eyes. The proportions were a little off, but considering a child was behind it, Deku found it rather endearing.

“It looks cute, Eri!” he told her, ruffling her hair.

She looked over at his own pumpkin and frowned. “But…yours looks more like the ones in the stores.”

“So? I think it’s cool that yours doesn’t look like everyone else’s. Don’t you?”

Eri glanced back at her own, then at his, then back again. Deku could tell she was comparing herself, and he hated that for her.

He set his carving tool aside. “Look, Eri.” He traced his finger along the wide smile of her pumpkin. “It kind of looks like yours is laughing. See? His smile is huge! It looks like he’s really happy.”

Eri thought about it for a moment. “Kind of like Mr. Lemillion.”

Deku laughed. “Yeah, just like him!” He couldn’t wait to tell Mirio that he’d been compared to a jack-o-lantern.

“Or you,” she added, tentatively poking his side. “You smile big like that when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku.”

He blushed. “Y-Yeah…I guess I probably do.”

Eri was obviously feeling a little better about her pumpkin now, because she gave him a shy smile and wiggled her little fingers into his side, making him yelp and giggle on instinct.

“H-Hey!” he stammered, blushing and squirming away when she reached for him again. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna see if I made my pumpkin look like you when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku,” she said. “If I did, then I think I like it just as it is.”

Well…he couldn’t really say anything to that, could he?

Deku allowed her to climb on top of him and tickle him for just a bit to make her feel better, doing his best to make sure his face looked as goofy as the pumpkin so she’d be happy with it. He’d hate for her to feel disappointed in her very first jack-o-lantern, after all.

*

170) Lee Dabi, Ler Hawks

“H-Hahahahahawks! Stohohohop it!” Dabi snickered, trying to pull his hand away from his boyfriend’s grip while shoving at his shoulder with the other.

Hawks smirked at him, keeping his wrist pinned down while he scratched gently but ruthlessly at his palm. “Nah.”

“Thihihihis is embahahaharrasing! Quit it!”

“It’s not unusual to be ticklish, Dabi.”

“You knohohohohow what I mehehehehean!” Dabi snorted, then buried his face into Hawks’ shoulder to hide his blush. “Stahahahahap!”

Hawks grinned to himself, unfurling his wings while he kept up his gentle tickle assault. Ticklish palms. Just like Shoto, he thought. Dabi was more like his brother than he liked to let on. And well…Hawks didn’t know about this next spot on the youngest Todoroki son, but he did know about it on the oldest.

“Haah-aiieehehehehahahaha Hahahahahahawks!” Dabi screeched, arching his back as the hero’s feathers enclosed around both of them, brushing along the bare skin of the villain’s back. He squirmed and cackled, finally freeing his other hand to then use both in self-defense. “You bahahahahahastard! Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehehe!”

Hawks grinned at him. “Nah,” he said again, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute like this.”

“Yohohohohou’re wihihihihihicked! Completely ehehehehehevil!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the worst.” Hawks kissed his neck. “But I don’t see you trying to get away.” Also like Shoto.

Dabi blushed bright scarlet and covered his face as he dissolved into giggles, Hawks’ feathers brushing along his shoulder blades and back with a gentle ruthlessness that had him totally helpless. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

Hawks chuckled too, then finally kissed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #quick prompts #coffee shots #sentence starters #compilation #bnha #mha #boku no hero #my hero academia #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Kickstarting the Red Team Blues audiobook, which Amazon won't sell (read by Wil Wheaton!)

Red Team Blues is my next novel, a post-cyberpunk anti-finance finance thriller; it’s a major title for my publishers Tor Books and Head of Zeus, and it’s swept the trade press with starred reviews all ‘round. Despite all that, Audible will not sell the audiobook. In fact, Audible won’t sell any of my audiobooks. Instead, I have to independently produce them and sell them through Kickstarter:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/21/anti-finance-finance-thriller/#marty-hench

Audible is Amazon’s monopoly audiobook platform. It has a death-grip on the audiobook market, commanding more than 90% of genre audiobook sales, and every single one of those audiobooks is sold with Amazon’s DRM on it. That means that you can’t break up with Amazon without throwing away those audiobooks. Under the 1998 Digital Millennium Copyright Act, I can’t give you a tool to convert my own copyrighted audiobooks to a non-Amazon format. Doing so is a felony carrying a five year prison sentence and a $500,000 fine for an act that in no way infringes anyone’s copyright! Indeed, merely infringing copyright is much less illegal than removing Amazon’s mandatory DRM from my own books!

I’ve got amazing publishers who support my crusade against DRM, but they’re not charities. If they can’t sell my audiobooks on the platform that represents 90% of the market, they’re not going to make audio editions at all. Instead, I make my own audiobooks, using brilliant voice actors like Amber Benson and @neil-gaiman​, and I sell them everywhere except Audible.

Doing this isn’t cheap: I’m paying for an incredible studio (Skyboat Media), a world-class director (Gabrielle de Cuir), top-notch sound editing and mastering, and, of course, killer narrators. And while indie audiobook platforms like Libro.fm and downpour.com are amazing, the brutal fees extracted by Apple and Google on app sales means that users have to jump through a thousand hoops to shop with indie stores. Most audiobook listeners don’t even know that these stores exist: if a title isn’t available on Audible, they assume no audiobook exists.

That’s where Kickstarter comes in: twice now, I’ve crowdfunded presales of my audiobooks through KS, and these campaigns were astoundingly successful, smashing records and selling thousands of audiobooks. These campaigns didn’t just pay my bills (especially during lockdown, when our household income plunged), but they also showed other authors that it was possible to evade Amazon’s monopoly chokepoint and sell books that aren’t sticky-traps for Audible’s walled garden/prison:

https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/columns-and-blogs/cory-doctorow/article/90282-we-wrote-a-book-about-why-audible-won-t-sell-our-book-and-snuck-it-onto-audible.html

And today, I’m launching the Kickstarter for Red Team Blues, and even by the standards of my previous efforts, I think this one’s gonna be incredible.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

For starters, there’s the narrator: @wilwheaton​, whose work on my previous books is outstanding, hands-down my favorite (don’t tell my other narrators! They’re great too!):

https://wilwheaton.net/

Beyond Wil’s narration, there’s the subject matter. The hero of Red Team Blues is a hard-charging forensic accountant who’s untangled every Silicon Valley finance scam since he fell in love with spreadsheets as as a MIT freshman, dropped out, got his CPA ticket, and moved west. Now, at the age of 67, Marty Hench is ready to retire, but a dear old friend — a legendary cryptographer — drags him back for one last job — locating the stolen keys to the backdoor he foolishly hid in a cryptocurrency that’s worth more than a billion dollars.

That’s the starting gun for a “grabby next-Tuesday thriller” that sees Marty in between three-letter agencies and international crime syndicates, all of whom view digital technology as a carrier medium for scams, violence and predation. Marty’s final adventure involves dodgy banks, crooked crypto, and complicit officials in a fallen paradise where computers’ libertory promise has been sucked dry by billionaire vampires.

It’s a pretty contemporary story, in other words.

I wrote this one before SVB, before Sam Bankman0Fried and FTX — just like I wrote Little Brother before Snowden’s revelations. It’s not that I’m prescient — fortune-telling is a fatalist’s delusion — it’s that these phenomena are just the most spectacular, most recent examples in a long string of ghastly and increasingly dire scandals.

Red Team Blues blasted out of my fingertips in six weeks flat, during lockdown, when technology was simultaneously a lifeline, connecting us to one another during our enforced isolation; and a tool of predatory control, as bossware turned our “work from home” into “live at work.”

The last time I wrote a book that quickly, it was Little Brother, and, as with Little Brother, Red Team Blues is a way of working out my own anxieties and hopes for technology on the page, in story.

These books tap into a nerve. I knew I had something special in my hands when, the night after I finished the first draft, I rolled over at 2AM to find my wife sitting up in bed, reading.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I had to find out how it ended,” she answered.

The next day, my editor sent me a four-line email:

That. Was. A! Fucking! Ride! Whoa!

Within a week, he’d bought Red Team Blues…and two sequels. I finished writing the second of these on Monday, and all three are coming out in the next 22 months. It’s gonna be a wild ride.

Kickstarter backers can get the usual goodies: DRM-free audiobooks and ebooks, hardcovers (including signed and personalized copies), and three very special, very limited-run goodies.

First, there’s naming rights for characters in the sequels — I’m selling three of these; they’re a form of cheap (or at least, reasonably priced) literary immortality for you or a loved one. The sequels are a lot of fun — they go in reverse chronology, and the next one is The Bezzle, out in Feb 2024, a book about prison-tech scams, crooked LA County Sheriff’s Deputy gangs, and real-estate scumbags turned techbros.

The third book is Picks and Shovels (Jan 2025), and it’s Marty’s first adventure after he comes west to San Francisco and ends up working for the bad guys, an affinity scam PC company called “Three Wise Men” that’s run by a Mormon bishop, a Catholic priest and an orthodox rabbi who fleece their faithful with proprietary, underpowered computers and peripherals, and front for some very bad, very violent money-men.

Next, there’s three Marty Hench short story commissions: the Hench stories are machines for turning opaque finance scams into technothrillers. While finance bros use MEGO (“my eyes glaze over”) as a weapon to bore their marks into submission, I use the same performative complexity as the engines of taut detective stories. Commissioning a Hench story lets you turn your favorite MEGO scam into a science fiction story, which I’ll then shop to fiction websites (every story I’ve written for the past 20 years has sold, though in the event that one of these doesn’t, I’ll put it up under a CC license).

Finally, there’s a super-ultra-limited deluxe hardcover edition — and I do mean limited, just four copies! These leather-bound editions have Will Staehle’s fantastic graphic motif embossed in their covers, and the type design legend John D Berry is laying out the pages so that there’s space for a hidden cavity. Nestled in that cavity is a hand-bound early draft edition of The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues. The binding is being done by the fantastic book-artist John DeMerritt. Each copy’s endpapers will feature a custom cryptographic puzzle created especially for it by the cryptographer Bruce Schneier.

I often hear from readers who want to thank me for the work I do, from the free podcast I’ve put out since 2006 to the free, CC BY columns I’ve written for Pluralistic for the past three years. There is no better way to thank me than to back this Kickstarter and encourage your friends to do the same:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

Preselling a ton of audiobooks, ebooks, and print books is a huge boost to the book on its launch — incomparable, really. Invaluable.

What’s more, helping me find a viable way to produce popular, widely heard audiobooks without submitting to Amazon’s DRM lock-in sets an example for other creators and publishers: we have a hell of a collective action problem to solve, but if we could coordinate a response to Audible demanding the right to decide whether our work should have their DRM, it would force Audible to treat all of us — creators, publishers and listeners — more fairly.

I’ll be heading out on tour to the US, Canada, the UK and Germany once the book is out. I’m really looking forward to as many backers in person as I can! Thank you for your support over these many long years — and for your support on this Kickstarter.

Today (Mar 22), I’m doing a remote talk for the Institute for the Future’s “Changing the Register” series.

[Image ID: A graphic showing a phone playing the Red Team Blues audiobok, along with a quote from Booklist, 'Jam-packed with cutting-edge ideas about cybersecurity and crypto. Another winner from an sf wizard.']

#pluralistic #wil wheaton #drm #chokepoint capitalism #Monopoly #audible #amazon #audiobooks #sf #science fiction #post cyberpunk #cyberpunk #technothrillers #thrillers #heists #cryptocurrency #red team blues #marty hench #kickstarter

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hello I’d like to request something :3 what if miguel was a maifa boss and he was both Spider-Man and the worlds deadliest maifa boss and he teased reader as spider man, like when he saves her.

“You should really be careful. Wouldn’t want a monster swallowing you up now~” and one day she’s in danger from a tentacle monster (or something) and his identity is shown and the two go home after the monster is defeated and just have the most steamiest of S E X-

OmggGGGGG- yes yes yes

Miguel x F!Reader - Savior

CW: NSFW, mafia, s e x w/ plot

Word count: 1,435

The infamous Spider-Man had saved you many times now. Honestly, with how much you needed rescuing it seemed like you were just asking for trouble. You never got close enough to learn anything… personal. He’d swoop in, save you, carry you off to a safe spot or even your apartment, and that was that. Despite not knowing him personally, you started developing feelings for the masked hero.

Every time he saved you, you became distracted by him. How tall he was, the way his tight suit defined every curve and muscle of his body. That sexy voice that made you wet every time he spoke. His entire being turned you on. Your body had very inconvenient timing. You couldn’t believe you were more focused on swooning over him than your life being in danger. Maybe your body just knew you were safe in his presence, and all worries washed away.

Today was no different. After so many encounters with villains and criminals, they started to not scare you, you knew he’d rescue you. So when a giant slimy tentacle monster grabs hold of you, the usual sense of fear didn’t overwhelm you it like so often did. You did scream at first, as the monster coiled it’s long tendril around your ankle and houses you up in the air. Blood flowed to your head quickly and you squirmed. Of course this happens the day you wore a skirt.

Just like clockwork, you saw the familiar neon red webs go flying by as Spider-Man swung in. And like every single time you grew so wet at the sight of him, your mind completely forgetting about the danger you are in.

“You should really be careful. Wouldn’t want a monster swallowing you up now~” Spider-Man teased as he tied the beast up with his webs. He did take notice of your skirt, exposed panties so wet. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice the monster swinging a tentacle at him, slamming him against a building.

His suit glitched, and you could see his face for a brief moment. Your eyes widen in shock when you immediately recognize him. Miguel O’Hara. The mafia boss that practically ruled the country with his power. He was Spider-Man? He was the one saving everyone? The one that made you feel so incredibly horny every time you saw that blue and red suit.

He quickly got his suit fixed before getting back in the fight, easily defeating this monster. The tendril let go of you and you fell to the ground with a yelp. He caught you in those muscular arms and your heart skipped a beat. Spider-Man, well... Miguel, brought you to the rooftop of a tall building and set you down to make sure you're not injured.

“So...” You started, “You're Miguel O'Hara, huh?” That was a very bold starter sentence, even for you. His head snapped in your direction, the eyes of his mask squinting as he looked at you.

“Who told you that?” He growled.

You suddenly realize what the fuck you just did and you back up against the railing. “Well your suit glitched and I saw your face and-” You cut yourself off when you heard him chuckle. He was laughing at you?

“I figured you'd find out eventually, Carino. With how wet you are I just knew you'd learn sooner or later.” A deep blush spread across your cheeks as you realized he had seen your panties, soaked with your slick just from watching him as he saved you. You subconsciously closed your legs, and he definitely noticed.

Without saying another word he scooped you up again and took you to your apartment. You knew where this was going, and the thought just soaked your panties even more as you clung to him. He entered your apartment through the window and his mask dissolved so you could see his face clearly. He truly did look intimidating face to face, but you didn’t feel any fear.

Miguel looked around your apartment before looking back at you. He smirked before pushing you against the wall, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling a bit impatient now. You didn’t know what came over you, you didn’t understand why you had this deep need to get fucked by him.

His hands are all over you as the two of you make out, your hands on his big shoulders. You felt the rest of his suit dissolve and his bare skin on your hands, letting out a small gasp when his hard cock sprung free against your clothed pussy. He shivered a little feeling the wet fabric on his dick.

You were lifted with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he pinned you to the wall. With a free hand he ripped your panties off using his talons. He rubbed his cock between your wet folds, getting it all slick and lubed up. You let out another gasp when you saw the size, now you were scared. How could that fucking fit? He was huge!

As he rubbed against you, the tip kept teasing your needy hole and covering your pussy with precum. You pulled him closer with your legs and he grunted when he felt the tip almost enter you.

“Cálmate…” He groaned into your ear before dipping his head to kiss your neck, nipping and leaving hickeys. His actions as well as the feeling of the cock tease your clit made you moan. You whine and try to pull him against you more. He gives in this time, pressing the tip into your hole slowly.

You moan as he enters you, feeling your pussy stretch so tight around him. He goes slow at first, pushing in inch by inch until he’s completely buried in you. His hands grab and grope as your body, your hips, your tits, your ass, he wants to feel all of you. He groaned when he couldn’t and started ripping the rest of your clothes off so he can see your skin against his.

His hands settled on your hips as he started rocking his slowly, moving his length in and out. It was agonizing. You needed more. To feel more. Your hands found their way to his waist and you tried to make him pick up his speed. He let out a chuckle, and suddenly your hands were tied with red webs, suspended to the ceiling. Now you were truly at his mercy.

You moaned as his pace quickened, your pussy clenching around his girth as he fucked you into the wall. Your mind went fuzzy, all thoughts consumed by Miguel and how fucking amazing he felt inside you. Your head fell against his shoulder as more beautiful moans escaped your lips. He whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you felt on him and how amazing you sounded.

As you clenched around him more he groaned. He had been pent up all day, and everything about you was just pulling him to the edge. He did not want to release first, and he started thrusting faster in hopes to make you cum first, to give you a mind blowing orgasm. You moan against his shoulder as the tip of his cock hit that special spot.

His hand traveled down, and he started to play with your clit. You squirm and cry as he rubs circles around your bud, feeling that familiar tightness in your stomach.

“Shit I… fuck I’m close…” You moaned and he nodded in response, speeding up with hand to match the pace of his cock. A few more thrusts and you were undone, letting out a loud cry as you came all over his dick, tightening around him over and over. He grunted and hilted in you as he released as well, filling you up with his cum.

He rocked his hips slowly as you both rode out your orgasms, placing kisses to your neck and shoulders. Once you both calmed down you whined as the overstimulation as he continued his slow thrusts. He finally pulled out and you sighed in relief, your clit twitching from so my stimulation.

“Does this make me your hot trophy wife?” You joked as you panted, earning a grin from him. “You know ‘cause of the mafia thing. We could make this a regular thing~” You chuckled.

“I guess it would keep you out of trouble. So we’ll see, depends how much you can take.” He smirked, and your eyes widened when he moved you to the couch, cock already hardening again as he positioned you for round two…

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 76

Write something based on these sentences:

It hurt to breathe. Hero's chest spasmed with the effort, and he gasped for air.

#whump #breath whump #injury prompt #injured #hero whumpee #wounded #pain #agony #difficulty breathing #breathing #gasping #hero whump #whump prompt #whump inspiration #whump inspo #whump idea #sentence prompts #sentence starters #writing prompt #writing inspiration #writing idea #blackrosesprompts