#Villainous Tickles

[jav-animations]

✨🧡Happy B-Day🧡✨

✨🧡Dr Flug!🧡✨

Happy B-Day my sweet little nerd paperbag, you've been a really important part of my husbando history, and also Tickle Galaxy! And even, Comfyland... You have a part in my heart and today you'll receive this sweet gift 🧡✨

Also...

A sandwich you don't have to be afraid of! A Tickle Sandwich X3

The Bread being me and Yang/Killer Hands ✨🧡

Hope y'all like this :D ✨

[numberonelittlechild]

Laughust 2024 Day 20 // Defeated Villain

Yep, yep, I still remembered him that my friendo made him and it take a short time to finish this because of busy stuff from school! (*v*)

Also, have this guy, and I will post more coming! (^w^)

I hope you like it!! ^^

@jav-animations

[top-tier-tickles]

Since I saw you know about Villainous. How about Ler Blackhat Lee Dr.Flug?

[tickly-giggles]

Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 2,683

Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.

The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.

The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside. 

Bzzzt-! 

He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.

Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?

Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.

Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.

Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl

Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.

Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.

Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic. 

Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”

“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.” 

Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend, 

“Think of it all like a video game. We’re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”

He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,

“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”

“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.

He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,

“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”

“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”

Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.

Bzzzt-!

What did Hawks want now?

Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired

Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.

Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone. 

Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?

The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay. 

What was going on?!

Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.

Bzzzt-!

Not now, Hawks!

He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.

Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?

Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.

A red feather.

If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.

“Grrk-!” 

Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin? 

You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!

He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.

Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are

We are NOT friends, you dick!

The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was. 

“Hey, Dabi. You okay?” 

Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away, 

“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”

“Jeez, sorry, dude,” 

Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.

The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else. 

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself

So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.

Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?

Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.

Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~

Like hell you will!

“What?”

Shit, had he said that out loud?

He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.

“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”

He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.

That damn snake!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.

“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.

“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why’s that?”

Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.

“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”

“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,

“I just came to check on ya.”

“Like hell you did!”

Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,

“What the hell was all that?!”

“All what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.

He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.

“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,

“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”

The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?

“What?”

“‘What’ what?”

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well that’s not very nice~.”

By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.

“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.

“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”

“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.

Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.

“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”

Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.

When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,

“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”

“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”

Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure. 

After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.

“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.

The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.

“Lohohook!” 

He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,

“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,

“I’m furious.”

“You looked adorable~.”

Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”

“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”

“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”

“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”

“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”

“Says the mass murderer.”

Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,

“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”

“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”

Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,

“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”

Happy?

Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.

“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”

Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table. 

Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.

“About time. Can I continue now?”

“Sorry about that,”

Dabi replied calmly,

“Go ahead.”

As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.

When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.

Hawks gulped. He was doomed.

A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D

[feltycartoons]

AU Designs I made! :)

[hood-ex]

The Black Mirror mention.

Our first arc is definitely action orientated as the status quo of Bludhaven shifts quite rapidly under Nightwing's rubber soled boots, but there are mysteries running underneath all of it. And I'm a big fan of the detective side of the character- Black Mirror is one of my favourite bat books- so that's absolutely going to rear its head more prominently sooner rather than later.

[womanofwords]

Blackmail

"No! No, please, don't you dare!" Villain begged. Their smug bravado and posturing was gone, replacing with pleading. "You don't have to do this!"

"Oh, but I do," Hero said. "I completely do."

And then they pounced.

"No!" Villain squirmed, and Hero restrained them. "I'm sorry! I'll behave, I'll do whatever you want, just - please, not that!"

"This is just a bit of reassurance that you'll behave," Hero taunted, grabbing Villain's waist and squeezing. Their fingers became curious adventurers, searching for spots of sensitivity.

"YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Villain howled.

"You are such a precious little doll," Hero said, as Villain shrieked with laughter. "Just so cute."

"NOHOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! DON'T CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Villain begged.

"I'll call you whatever I like," Hero said. "Sweetie pie, precious, itty-bitty cute little cupcake-"

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Tears were escaping from the corners of the villain's eyes. Hero took that as the sign that their work was done.

"And just remember, if you aren't the sweetest little angel for Superhero, I'll see to it that everybody you know finds out about your little weakness," Hero said.

"No, please!" Villain begged. "My reputation will be shattered! You can't!"

"And if you behave, I won't," Hero said. "Now cooperate with Superhero, Villain."

"OK," Villain said.

And Hero smirked.

[dokidobe]

Lee! Evil planets‼️‼️ (I BEG BEG...PSLSPSLS-)

-Zeby /\ Kairu

~ (have a nice day/evening/night, it's alright if you can't do my request! ^^)

OK!!

[nhasablogg]

Better than Shakespeare

Fandom: If We Were Villains

Characters: Oliver, James

Summary: James crawls into Oliver's bed when he can't sleep.

A/N: My first IWWV fic! I love this book. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send prompts!

Words: 664

James would get into Oliver’s bed sometimes. As a whirlwind of snowflakes outside the window would leave the lake glistening in the early morning light, Oliver could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps over the wooden floor, the boards creaking just before James shifted his weight from them to the mattress. Oliver would sometimes play around with the idea of not scooting over, leaving James to make the decision for them both. But he always scooted over, even when he kept his eyes closed, not certain if he was pretending to be sleeping or not, or if James wanted him to or not.

“You awake?”

Oliver hummed, eyes remaining shut although he could feel James moving next to him. “Sorta.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Is that why you do this?”

Oliver didn’t specify, but James understood. Maybe, had it been daylight, he would see the rare blush dust over his friend’s cheeks, but whatever James thought of his question his only answer consisted of pressing his forehead to Oliver’s shoulder without a word but the sound of him groaning, the sound almost nonexistent.

“I’m so tired,” he said a moment later, when neither of them had spoken. “But I can’t get myself to relax.”

“Want me to tickle your back?”

“Yes. Please.”

Oliver finally opened his eyes, not that it mattered much, and they both shifted around so that he could reach James’ back easily, fingertips ghosting over his spine. They didn’t do this often - maybe James was too embarrassed to ask for it too frequently, and Oliver too afraid of how much he wanted him to ask - but they’d done it enough times that Oliver knew exactly what to do. What spots made him shiver. What spot was too ticklish. What spot would have him fall asleep within minutes and what spot would force him to remain awake due to how good it felt. Oliver felt selfish that night. Oliver didn’t want him to fall asleep.

“Higher.”

“Oh, he has demands.” But he did as he was told, grinning when James laughed sheepishly. He trailed over the nape of his neck, swiping over the spot he knew to be extra sensitive just to feel him squirm and pretend as if nothing had happened. If he would do it enough times James would ask him to switch spots without explaining why, as if Oliver had no clue. It was endearing.

“Have you thought about the auditions?”

“Please. No talk of school. Not right now.” Oliver didn’t miss the anxiety in James’ voice and so he slipped his hand into his hair to try to scratch it away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just stressed.”

“You have no reason to be,” Oliver didn’t tell him, knowing it wouldn’t have helped. Instead he kept petting him, going from place to place in an order that made sense to only him, leaving James melting under his touch. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see him now, sprawled out beside him on his stomach with his head turned in his direction, eyes blinking as if fighting off sleep. Meeting Oliver’s, looking away.

“Hey.” A tap to his cheek. “Are you more relaxed now?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

James sighed, eyes slipping shut. “You’re the best damn thing about this school, Oliver.”

He felt as if he would choke on his next breath. “Even better than Shakespeare?”

“Much better than Shakespeare.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Mm, you should be.” James wasn’t opening his eyes again, his voice low, breathing slowing down. Oliver wondered how he would react if he quickly scribbled over the spot on his back ribs that always made him jump now that he had his guard down, but ultimately decided not to be an asshole when James trusted him so.

He did it the next morning instead, when James wasn’t letting him get out of bed to use the restroom, earning an indignant groan and a giggle he would think about for the rest of the day.

[giggly-squiggily]

im feeling a little bit sad today 🥺🥺🥺 :(((((

i remember i told u this hc before

like kuni and reader tck fight on the couch or smth i forgor

can i request a fic of this hc pls :)

Hey friend! Sorry for the incredibly late reply with this one- life and other fun stuff happened. 😅 Anyway- Kunigami is an absolute delight, and after many moons, I've gotcha covered! :D I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@ticklish-n-stuff @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

The smell of Kunigami’s body wash found you first before his hands.

“AHH!” You squealed in surprise when he wrapped them around your torso, fingers dancing against your sides and his face pressing into the crook of your neck. “Nohohohohoho, Kuhuuhuni!”

“Who’s Kuni? I’m the tickle hero- and I’ve come to fix a certain someone’s smile after they’ve been sitting here sad all day!” He growled into your skin, laughing as you thrashed and kicked against the cushions of the couch. “You look just like my target- lemme just make sure~”

“Aheahahhahaha, yohohohohou jeeheheherk! Gehahahahaha, stahahhap!” You cried, the dull ache in your chest starting to ease some with each flick of his fingers. It was true you’ve been feeling rather down as of late- the week had been a rough one and today no better. You should have known the ginger would come around.

Maybe that’s why you chose the couch instead of your room…

“Never! I’ll fight off the sadness within you until you’re happy once more-whoa!” Kunigami yelped when you suddenly jerked forward, bringing him halfway over the couch in your fits of giggles. Seeing your chance, you quickly grabbed him by the shirt to pull him over entirely. “Wait, hohohld on! (Y/N)-”

“Tickle hero, eh?” You grinned once you had the upper hand, scratching playfully into his belly and sides. “Well, call me the tickle villain- I’m gonna make you wish you never entered my domain!”

“Gehahahha! Whahahait nohohoho! Pleahhahahase!” The ginger cried out, unable to really fight back in his awkward position. Trapped upside down- all he could do was grab at your hands dancing along his weak spots. “Spahaahhare mehehehehe!”

“Never!” You giggled in glee, focusing your efforts onto the bad spots along the sides of his stomach. They always make him snort like a pig, and today was no different. “That’s right- laugh for me!”

“Aheahahaha! Zhggggzz! Noohohohohoho-zhhhght! Ehahahhhaha!” Kunigami cried, cheeks reddening and eyes squeezed shut as he tried to wriggle off the couch. Alas, it was no use- you managed to keep him trapped. “Whahahahit wahhahait tihihihme ohohohout! My ehheahahahahahd huhuhuhurts!”

You paused, pulling your hands back at his cry. Kunigami managed to sit up, rubbing his forehead with a small sigh. “You good?” You asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah…come here!” He twisted, grabbing you and pulling you back into his chest as he resumed tickling. You cried in shock, laughing almost immediately when his hands found the terrible spots along the back of your ribs and shoulders. “Gotcha now! Take this! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Geahhahahahahahahahha! Oohohohoh yohoohohu dahhahahahang hehehehero! Gehahahahaha, noohohooho my ehehehehevil plahahhahhaans!” You mock cried through your laughter, your will to fight fading with each press of his fingers. “Iihihihihih’m mehehehelting! I’m mehehehehelting!”

“What are you- a tickle villain or a tickle witch?” He asked, cackling at your dramatics. He stopped his tickles, watching you fake die on the couch. Twitching limbs and groans and all. “Take that, you dastardly tickle villain witch person- I don’t really know anymore!”

You laid still, folding your hands over your chest and titling your head up. Kunigami snickered as he leaned down, inches from your lips.

“And now- I, the tickle hero- shall awake my beloved with a kiss.” He was about to do so when you suddenly shot your hand up, catching his nose between two fingers and squeezing. “Oh no!” He cried, voice nasally and squeaky.

Bursting into laughter, you released him. He made a dramatic gasp for air before looking at you once more, smiling at your giggle fits. “That’s more like it. I was wondering when my sidekick was gonna come back.”

“Whohoho you calling your sidekick? I’m your rival and your love interest.” You smirked, taking his hand and squeezing it. “But really- thank you for saving me, hero. I was caught up in my feelings.”

“Heh, anytime.” He blushed, not used to such sincere thanks. You grinned as you pulled him down against you, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and a leg over his waist. “Whoa there- don’t you think this couch is a little small to cuddle on?”

“Shhh- I’m thinking of my next evil scheme.” You hushed him gently, combing your fingers through his fluffy locks like you were stroking a cat. Against you, he laughed, body shaking with mirth. “Next time I’ll be sure to use penguins. They always come through.”

"I’m sure they do.” He smiled against your chest, closing his eyes as you played with his hair. “Maybe…maybe I’ll become a penguin..”

“You’d be a cute one.” You giggled, finding him falling asleep against you. “Of course, you already are.

Thanks for reading!

[randommusicalfluff]

Idk what possessed me but!! Lee! Alejandro ft. The TKL belt

@bichambered-reservoir tagging you in art! BOO!!

[tickletails]

I had the urge to draw this

[numberonelittlechild]

Laughust 2024 Day 5 // Tickle Machine

Just a little quick drawing, before my first week of school, starts tomorrow!! :3

Yes, I do remember her when I first time drawing her few years ago, and I'm loving it!! (*w*)

I hope you like it!! ^^

@jav-animations

[malifiquemakes]

All of @badninken's excellent Blade of the Immortal posting has got me thinking about my favourite villain of the series: Shira

There's something thrilling about a well written, irredeemable bastard, and Shira is all of those things and more. He is a skilled fighter and a true psychopath who rapes and kills with obvious, vocal relish.

At one point Manji slices off his arm, which just makes him worse. Here he is fighting Magatsu with his new improved bone sword:

That's right, he fashioned his arm bones into daggers. He even says that stabbing someone hurts him as much as it hurts the victim, but that is in no way a deterrent. Gotta admire a man who's never not having fun!

[rachi-roo]

Hey Rachi, I have an idea for a fic only if requests are still open. What if Hawks tickle Tomo??? Like okay, picture this Tomo being a neighborhood-friendly criminal like always is out and about, right? He runs into Hawks again and Tomo is confident that he could get away again, but Hawks is prepared this time and gets Tomo pinned and decides to get some well deserved revenge on him before handing him over to the police(Hawks never hands over even though he’s suppose to. He got a soft spot for him, but don’t tell Hawks that because he’ll get very defensive and deny it)

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My Hero Academia: Friends?

Waaaaa! I'm so glad you're still interested in my Tomo! 🥰 The lil scamp needs a taste of his own medicine! Thank you so much for the request! (Bonus points if you know the other anime I've used the lyrics of 😉)

Summary: Tomohiro is snatched up by a winged beast and taught a lesson~

Lee!Tomohiro, Ler!Hawks

Tw: Swearing, mean(ish) tickles, suggestive jokes

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"Randorii kyou wa garaaki de rakkiidee~ Kattarii abura yogore mo kore de baibai~"

Our local neighbourhood silly guy sang happily to himself as he wandered down the street, wearing a pair of brand new, high-quality earpods he'd pinched from a vlogger who was filming homeless people and pretending to give a shit. A real jerk.

It was a bright day. Perfect for a walk. Nothing would go wrong in broad daylight like this.

"Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~ Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~ Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~! Nanka wasurechatte nda-AH! SHIIIT!" He was suddenly swept off the ground by something tugging on the back of his shirt, startling the other passers by as he shot up into the air, flying over the city below.

He looked up, realising who had captured him. None other than Hawks. Of course it was him.

"Hey, buddy!" The bird chimed, smiling down at his catch as he reached into his pocket, fumbling for something. "Pardon me -" Before Tomohiro could react, Hawks slapped a metal cuff around his wrist. Sleek and high-tech looking, with a magnetic seal that could only be opened with a key-card.

"Hey!" He protested, trying to pull the cuff off. "The heck is this??"

"Snazzy, ain't it? It's our new Quirk inhibitors for making public arrests or for those on bail. Now you can't use your Quirk until it's removed! Isn't that cool?" Hawks beamed, shifting Tomos position, now holding his arms just below his shoulder, more comfortable for flying.

Tomo fussed, shaking his cuffed wrist angrily. "No! It's not cool! 'Lemme go! Are you going to arrest me or something?"

Hawks chuckled. "Arrest you? Haha, of course I am. But first, I wanna show you just how cool this new Quirk blocker is. See, before, I wouldn't be able to touch you, cus' you'd just tickle me all over and then vanish like the sneaky criminal you are." He grinned down at Tomo, seeing the look of dread on his face.

"But now -" The bird continued. "We can do cool stuff like recreate that one scene from Rescuers Down-under with the giant eagle!" He wriggled his brow at Tomo with a smirk, flexing his index fingers we they were perfectly in reach of Tomos exposed underarms.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! You don't have to do this!"

"Awww, what's wrong? You don't know the scene I'm talking about? Here, it goes something like this~" With that, Hawks dug his index fingers into Tomos underarms, tracing and wriggling into the vulnerable skin. The light hoodie Tomo was wearing did very little to protect him.

"AH! Nonono! H-Hahawks- snort AHAHahaaa!" This was immediately a bad spot for Tomohiro. He kicked his legs, twisting his torso as he laughed loudly. It was hard for him to do anything since the two were still high over the city. He just hung there from Hawks hands, wriggling and kicking out with all his might.

"Don't squirm too much, Tomo. I'd hate to drop you." Hawks chuckled, his tickling slowing down to flinch worthy strokes. The sensation sent a shiver up Tomos spine.

"Wa-Wahiiii-! Wahait! Oho, shit! Niiiihihi! Ah! Hahawks! Snort- Stop ihIIIIHIT!" He twitched and jerked about, his giggling sporadic and high-pitched. His attempts at forming a sentence were thwarted by the slow, cruel teasing Hakws was dishing out.

"Quite a cute lil' giggle you got there, kiddo."

"I-I'm twehehenty-one! GAHA!"

"Oooh, you are? Damn, you don't look it."

Hawks suddenly swooped lower, setting Tomo down on a rooftop before quickly straddling his waist.

Tomo grappled with Hawks hands, batting off his advances as he tried to poke at Tomos tummy or sides.

"Rh! Damn it, bird-brain bastard! Get off! Stohop!" He tried sounding angry, but his anxious giggling didn't make it sound very convincing.

"Oh, stop, fussing! Now then, what was it you said to me last time we met? Aaah, 'you stress too much'." He grinned, flying a few smaller feathers out, manipulating them to irritate Tomos ears with tickles.

The boy snorted, bunching his shoulders up. "Cut it ohout! Hehe! Aha! FUHUCK!" He gasped when Hawks grabbed his hips, kneading into the dips with devilish precision.

"Hawks! Plehehease! Y-You asshole!"

"Hehe, kichi, kichi, cooo~ Naww, I can see why you tickle people now instead of using more violent options. This is fun!" Hawks grinned, looking at Tomos rosy cheeks as he spidered up and down his sides, earning little yippy giggles.

Tomo panted, he was far too sensitive to be on the receiving end of this torture. "Haaaawks! AhAHA! Nyohoo! Aaaaah! I-I'll do anythihihiiing!"

Hawks stilled his fingers, poised on the boys sides, looking at Tomo with a raised brow.

"Anything?"

"A-Anythihing... I'll give you that glizzy gobble if I have to... Just... No more tickling... Plehease...." He huffed, obviously joking about the lengths he'd go to in order to be free.

Hawks tilted his head, smirking as he began to roll up Tomos shirt, exposing his little belly.

"Well..." He smiled, using some sharper feathers to pin Tomos arms out the way.

"W-What are you-!? Hey!"

"I've never had a criminal try to pimp themselves out to me before. But, I accept~ inhaaaale-"

"WAIT-!"

Hawks threw his head forward, nuzzling into Tomos stomach, blowing a big raspberry, causing poor Tomo to buck and writhe as he screamed. His hair sticks to his forehead in messy strands.

"BWAAAAHAHA! AAAAaa- gasp NAAAAHAHA!" No matter how much he tugged on his shirt sleeves, the feathers kept him firmly in place. "N-NAHAAA! NO! Noho more! Aaahaha!"

"Hm? What's that? You want more? I mean, if you insist, buddy." The bird sucked in another breath as he started tracing circles on Tomos underarms. A devilish mix of slow tickles and vigorous raspberries.

"NOOOO! AhahaAH! H-Hahahawks! PleheheEHEE! AHA! HEEELP!"

"Yes, please, somebody come help the criminal! Oh, if only there was a hero around to do something! Haha!" Keigo teased, taking another breath.

"MERCYYY!"

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The Quirk nullifying cuff dropped to the ground as Hawks pressed a key card against it. Freeing Tomohiro from its grasp as he lay on the roof, panting heavily. His chest heaved as he grinned from ear to ear.

"So.... Hah... You're not... Arresting me?... Hah..."

"Not yet, I'm giving you another chance." Hawks ruffled Tomos hair, making him flinch and cover his eyes. "Promise me that you'll only cause mischief for assholes like the one you stole from today?"

"Get outta here, bird man. You got a crush on me, don't ya?." Tomohiro chuckled.

"Pff, definitely not. Just promise me. Or I'm putting the cuff back on for round two."

"Okay! Okay! I promise. You want some breadcrumbs too whilst I'm at it?"

"Rude." Hawks shook his head, unfurling his wings as he took flight. "Oh, by the way. You're still not my type." He grinned as he waved, flying off into the city.

Tomo groaned as he sat up, hugging his knees before putting his new, stolen earpods back in.

"Happy, lucky, konichiwa baby~"

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Thanks for reading!

Much love! 😚❤️

[sixpomseeds]