#Villainous Tickles

[imtiredoftrying]

✨🧡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]

"A Failed Experiment"

Alright, I remembered in DeviantArt, I saw a cool Villainous TK Comic I saw when I was there! (030)

It was so long, since it was Thanksgiving Break in school! X3

Anyways, this was inspired, by this TK Comic by @/Jimbobadob in DeviantArt that, she made a comic of Demencia, that she was tickled by the experiment that tortures heroes. ( *o* )

But, I hope you like it, and I hope you feel good and great!! ^^

[top-tier-tickles]

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

[al-911]

There is a craving within you. An itch, never quite scratched. You have been tied up. You have been tickle tortured, and quite severely at that. You've blurred the lines between pleasure and torture, chasing the desperate high of being broken.

But there is always something else. A feeling you get, when you see or imagine bondage that would make most people recoil. You are curious to see just how close to evil bondage can be. You don't want someone just to dominate you.

You want a VILLAIN. And, in all seriousness, I would love to be this villainous for someone. These ideas might seem like pipe dreams, but never say never...

If you are a lee who would try any of these... let me know.

Maybe you'd like to be bricked up, bound or shackled to the wall, losing your freedom brick by brick. Temporarily, of course. And rest assured there will be removable bricks to slide instruments of ticklish torment into the dark chamber which will echo with your laughter.

Perhaps you'd like to experience being buried. Maybe you've even tried it at the beach, but sand doesn't quite provide enough restraint for your tastes...

When even the subterranean restraints aren't enough, there is always a coffin. Perhaps you could have those scalp massagers strapped to your feet, and actually be buried (shallowly) for a while, while you scream loud enough to wake the dead.

No, the coffin isn't immobile enough? Very well. How about expanding foam, to totally envelope you?

Or a full body cast?

Concrete?

An iron maiden?

No, you're right, not enough exposed, ticklish skin. And we mustn't forget a single inch... including your ears and the roof of your mouth.

Perhaps form fitting, unyielding metal is what you desire. Leaving strategic spots exposed... I wonder if this young lady is ticklish around her collarbones?

Let me be your villain.

[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

[chaoticklesblog]

TERRIFIER TICKLE HEADCANNONS BC I AM OBSESSED...

Where to begin... So recently, I've become obsessed with the idea of Art the Clown being a RUTHLESS tickle monster to his victims. Can you blame me? On with my HC's. *I don't own rights to the franchise, characters, etc. I love the shit outta these movies, though! Art is definitely my favorite slasher.

Warning for vague spoilers of the movie series, violence, horror related content, and headcannons that can be viewed as slight NSFW (nonsexual) that have nothing to do with the movie in itself.

Art looooves a good game of chase. Stalking his victims, chasing them, building up anticipation for whats to come, you name it! He loves putting on a good show. Rather than killing his victims in violent, bloody ways, he intends to tickle the snot out of them. (He is a clown, after all, and most clowns normally want to get people to laugh). AND LAUGH THEY WILL OMG.

Needs a safe word his victims don't even KNOW. When he captures his victims, he fully intends to tickle them stupid. Begging, laughing, screaming, pleading for mercy only encourages him. He's definitely a ruthless tickle monster. (Don't ever let him find out you like it).

Carries around various tickly objects like feathers and brushes in his bag rather than his usual tools and weapons of mass destruction. He's seriously into the torturous aspect of things.

He absolutely laughs with his victims. More so, at them! Silently, of course, but it definitely feels teasy. He loves making his victims blush by making it as embarrassing as possible.

Definitely utilizes the psychological aspect of tickling against his victims. Will use blindfolds and gags depending on the mood he is in. Isn't opposed to binding his victims in order to make the torture much more unbearable. I can't stop imagining him honking his lil bicycle horn at victims before he tickles them. Ahhhhh.

Will 100% tickle his victims until they pee!! Lol. He finds it to be hilarious every time! And he'll never let you live it down either.

Art definitely loves the idea of tickling people on vulnerable areas like their necks and ribs and stomachs (usually where he cuts/stabs people) as he finds it endearing humans are ticklish where they're vital organs are.

Don't let him find your worst spot. Literally. The torture will NEVER stop. Especially the more you beg or scream.

Art definitely is also ticklish. Not growing up with any kind of affectionate contact, it's a new concept for him, which is why he tends to go overboard with tickling. He's not used to the sensation, and tickling him is possible if you can catch him off guard, but be careful... Art will always get revenge on those who dare to tickle him, and his payback will be a thousand times worse. Seriously. He takes being tickled as a challenge and will stop at nothing to make sure those who even try to learn their lesson.

Behind the scenes: I'm a big believer that there is a lot of goofing around between takes and such during the production of horror movies such as this one. And the premise of the protagonist actors being chased, cornered, jump scared, and wrestled etc, sometime, somewhere, someone is BOUND to be tickled either by accident or on purpose during the making of these scenes. And because Art's actor seems like a loveable goofball in real life, it makes me think these are that much more likely to happen, not only behind the scenes, but even in character since David makes Art so loveable even though Art is also a completely demonic little shit.

[ishanay]

G-Lo's torture tickle my bellybutton as a jell-o body give me laugh

[roseytheangel]

Second day another fic today!! Hope you all enjoyyy!

Hagakure was busy unboxing Christmas stuff with the other girls with excitement, a smile on all their faces as Mina cause eyes with something, a green plant with white bulbs.

Mistletoe. She found this mistletoe. Momo leaned in next to Mina to see what it was and chuckled, looking at Mina In acceptance and amusement.

“Mistletoe agsin Mina?” Momo sighed tiredly and Mina happily nodded, humming in excitement as she rushed to place it at the most inconvenient spot.

So far she caught sero and todoroki, denki and jiro, momo and jirou, todoroki and iida. And now, standing there… was bakugou, who was in complete confusion and half assed anger.

As bakugou was forced to stand there izuku came down the hallway, bakugou’s face dropped.

Deku- wait DEKU?! No no no this isn’t good.. if he gets here then me and him are gonna- not that I don’t want the kiss but- ughhh whyyy?!

“Deku wait-“ was all bakugou could get out before izuku walked through the hallway, pausing as he heard katsuki call him.

That was when it hit him, the mistletoe and the realisation. As he brushed the plant off he paused, looked at katsuki’s before looking back at the mistletoe and going bright red.

They both stared at each other in silence, bakugou silently thanking god that Mina wasn’t there or barely anybody. Apart from denki, kirishima and sero eith Mina eavesdropping and waiting.

Bakugou paused and stared at the greenette in front of him, trying to keep the glare on his face as izuku looked around before back at katsuki,

“nobody else is here.. we could…” izuku mumbled, fiddling with his fingers as he turned to look at him.

Bakugou scoffed, leaning and kissing his forehead before storming off, “oh come onn that’s it?!” Izuku yelled after him as he continued walking towards him as bakugou rolled his eyes and continued walking.

Izuku sighed and outstretched his palms, blackwhip flinging out like a proper whip to wrap around him and drag katsuki back, despite the profanity and yelling.

Izuku just hummed and brought him closer, looking into katsuki’s eyes for and go ahead look but after a few more minutes bakugou reluctantly nodded slowly. Izuku smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the lips gently before letting go of blackwhip and hugging katsuki as he pulled away.

Katsuki clung to him, “asshole..” he mumbled as he cuddled closer.

“Love you too Kacchan” izuku laughed as he massaged his back gently.

——-

Hope you all enjoyed!!

@fusciaguardian

@todoroklee

[tickletails]

I had the urge to draw this

[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.

[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

[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.

[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!

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

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

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Tickletober Day 17: Underwater

[sfw tickle fic!! genshin impact — switch!sara, switch!kokomi (because they can never let the other win)]

prompt by @/lovelynim

me and my monster gf rival under the sea...

Sara floundered, as her garments and feathers floated around her, feeling ridiculous with her cheeks swollen with air and her eyes squeezed shut. She’d opened her eyes once underwater and did not wish to make the same mistake, even as Kokomi’s muffled voice came through the pressure, telling her, “You can relax now.”

Her hands rose first, and Sara found Kokomi’s through the wall of… whatever mystical airtight barrier Kokomi had crafted. Following, her knees gently hit the surface of the space. She opened her eyes last, and, through her mask, met Kokomi’s amused periwinkle.

“Uneasy?” Her slit pupils glimmered.

“No.” Sara retreated. “I’m… adapting.” This is nothing like meditation.

Kokomi smiled. Her round, rosy face hardened into horns and thick crusts of scales along her jaw. Sara glanced at their hands, her own red and taloned, Kokomi’s touched with a glowing blue of Hydro. “What do you say, Sara?” She swam forward and gestured to the dark blue vastness surrounding. Kokomi didn’t even need a bubble of her own — vishap gills or something. Unfair. Sara leaned against the surface to glare at her.

Floating forth, Kokomi tapped her nose to the tengu’s, then swam away coyly when Sara surged backward, her mask and herself red-faced. Kokomi flipped in a circle, disappearing and reappearing in the darkness.

Sara, still warm, rolled her eyes at this game. When she huffed, a bubble came out.

Her eyes followed it, then looked at Kokomi inquisitively. Her answer was a round of giggles, which echoed, bold, as though in a hollow cavern. “Oops.”

Sara flinched when she found Kokomi’s scaly arm had materialized by her side, having taken advantage of her surprise to quite literally invade Sara’s personal bubble. Kokomi advanced with the rest of her upper half after and caged Sara in with her arms. Stiff, she and her feathers withdrew as clawed fingers ghosted against her sides.

A childhood of training to cover her weaknesses, yet this priestess, whose eyes made her gold ones feel like a fire unprotected, unsheathed, saw every flinch and stutter. Her clutches closed around Sara, fishing a hitch of breath from her.

“A crack in the armor, crow?” Kokomi wormed inside that armor, and Sara folded into her core with a muffled snicker. She grabbed Kokomi’s wrists, and her nose gathered sweat under the mask.

She inhaled. “If you make an enemy of me…” Exhale. A bubble. “You will be struck down.”

Kokomi slid forward. “Au contraire,” she lilted, their thighs pressed together, “I’m only bringing us closer.”

Sara threw herself against the wall of the bubble at the fluttering along her hips, propelling it back through the water. She laughed through gritted teeth, fought and kicked until she had to open her mouth, and she sounded higher and more animated than she’d ever heard herself. “Hrhrhrgh–! YouhuhuHAha!” Each laugh released an army of bubbles that only made her feel silly.

Tittering, Kokomi squeezed her. “Your laughter is electrifying, crow. Almost celestial. It truly is like in the legends.”

“GRhraHA you IHihimp…” Sara yanked her head back when Kokomi curiously explored the feathers that grew from her ears. This new rain of attacks, the petting and preening, was softer but far more enfeebling, a war of attrition. Hoots and girlish yells burst from her throat, and heat suffused her cheeks.

Faced with defeat, Sara retaliated, seeking clawholds on Kokomi’s midriff. She found softness amidst the rough scales and dug in, pleased when Kokomi squealed and scrabbled to get away.

“Eekehehee! Naha– nohohot theheree!” Her giggles were high and mildly indignant, but Sara didn’t miss the sleepy and sweet quality, more like bubbles than anything that had come from Sara’s mouth.

And now that she could see, she realized, at some point, the bubble had popped, yet magically she could still breathe. Such explained why whenever she spoke, clusters of bubbles escaped to the surface.

“Surrender then, bathysmal vishap. I’ll uncover your fatal attraction soon,” Sara quipped, to buy time. It was obvious that Kokomi was more eased, than someone as serious as herself, with… plays like this, which also meant she was prepared to turn the field around. Sara must be ready.

Sure enough, as Sara kneaded up along Kokomi’s ribs, Kokomi had a counterplan at her disposal, and Sara reaped the consequences in a scratchy throat and achy lungs, but also an overflowing feeling in her chest.

Led underwater by this woman. Creature? Temptress. Sara should regret this more, yet…

If this meeting of monsters were meant to be, how could she resist the Shogun’s will?

𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃

science fact: you can blow a bubble inside a bubble 🫧