#honkai tickle

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Dear @otomiyaa , Your secret admirer commissioned me this piece as a present for you. Happy Valentine's 💌

Thank you for commissioning me 🫶

(Ginny, please contact me for the image with better quality)

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Alright, since I haven't seen anyone do this, I'm going to do it myself.

Gallagher Tickle HCs!

He's definitely a Ler, but if you catch him by surprise, or know how to convince him, you can get him to be the Lee.

He's a MENACE, switching between gentle and rough tickles, keeping your arms pinned above your head with one hand while the other explores all the ticklish spots he can find mercilessly.

LOVES to use verbal teasing with his lee, especially if it's his s/o, whispering things like ''oh, this is a very ticklish spot, isn't it~?'', ''listen to that laughter, so beautiful, just like your smile~'', ''stop? but you are enjoying yourself so much!'', ''come on, baby, be good and keep those arms up for me, hm~?''

Of course, if the lee fails to keep their arms up, or do anything else he tells them to, he's going to make them scream with laughter.

''What's that? my stubble is tickling you? well, in that case...'', and the lee just got theirself some ticklish nuzzles, kisses and nibbles on their neck, ears and shoulders.

One might think this man is not ticklish at all, but the truth, he is, you just need to be lucky enough to find the right spots (his chest, the area right below the navel, hips and thighs), and be sneaky enough for him to not be able to grab your wrists.

Amazing aftercare, with lots of cuddles, praises and small kisses, along with some massages if you are sore.

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OMG what a sweet fic

SOOO CUTE🥺💞💞

The Foreigner

JingRen AU ft. Sampo

A fic I wrote for a friend last week ^^ I decided to post it on AO3 in case anyone else would enjoy this interesting combination hehe.

Summary: Jing Yuan and Blade confront a mysterious foreigner called Sampo Koski who tried to sneak into the Xianzhou Luofu. Things get quite interesting, for all three of them.

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"Are you ticklish, Moze?" "M-Master Jiao, stop it... please...

AHHHHH I'm so glad to share this commission with you guys!!

This amazing piece was created by @tsukiharu, which I thank for taking in my request and doing it so amazingly

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Bathtub Tickly Shenanigans

How to stop a bratty gambler from disturbing your bathtub reading session?

Tickle him, of course!

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A Lost Gamble.

Aventurine x Dr Ratio x Sunday

Doodle post!! It's a bit messy but ugh these characters... umu

Sorry Aven, but I cannot NOT see Sunday as a non mean ler. At least for now.. but now one has motivation to get revenge on that smug soft (fake) face

[rintoki]

i just want to mark up dr ratio’s pretty little body, his probably flawless skin coloured red with bite marks, almost purple from bruising. how pretty his butt would redden after just a few spanks, a cute blush on his pale skin.

he’d try his best to swallow down the whines that threaten to escape, forcing himself not to look away as if it admits defeat. but that’s fine, because you’d prefer to look into his eyes as you push yourself into him. excruciatingly slow and bigger than what you told him; your grip keeps him from turning away, shuddering breaths as he feels his walls stretching to accommodate the size.

“you lied,” his voice quivered, eyes flickering down between your bodies and back up to your piercing gaze.

“just because the truth isn’t what you expected doesn’t mean it’s a lie,” you laughed. “veritas, you know that.”

he grits his teeth, sucking in air when you push the remaining length fully into him, relishing in the way he struggles to get used to the feeling. but you don’t give him time, instead pulling out and thrusting back in in one fluid motion. the high-pitched moan that escapes his mouth surprises even the Guild member himself, an arm flying up to cover his mouth.

“well,” you breathed out, voice filled with amusement, “you would’ve known—”

a wicked smile on your lips as you thrusted your hips, again and again, “that the arrogant.”

“self-centred.” another hard push.

“doctor.” and another.

“veritas.” and another.

“ratio.” a final thrust directly hitting his prostate, the throbbing bundle of nerves sending shocks up his body. every buck of your hips eliciting yet another whiny moan, shaky breaths as he tries to compose himself to no avail. and finally, you give him a break, cock pressed deep inside him while the doctor squeezes his eyes shut.

“could make such cute sounds,” you sneered, ripping his arm from over his face to expose how red he’s gotten.

for all his intelligence and knowledge gathered from his studies, veritas ratio could not utter a single word against you—afraid that the only thing that would leave his lips is begs for you to keep going.

but his hips trembled terribly, his walls twitching and squeezing around you. you didn’t need words to know how badly he ached; his body was honest enough, with the way his cock leaked a puddle of precum onto his belly already.

slowly, you started moving again, dragging against his sensitive walls. relief floods his face at the crumbs of stimulation, already feeling the familiar heat in his lower belly building up quickly.

his mouth hangs open, panting heavily as he nears the high he so badly craves. with hands nearly tearing the sheets, the venerable doctor arches his back, toes curling tight as a searing heat fills his lower body. the whimpers that left his throat are barely registered, rapidly losing control of his own body with every push of your hips. he grits his teeth and…

nothing.

he nearly chokes from the anticipation, and now it’s been violently ripped from him as all traces of your touch leaves his body. the timing was perfect. his cock drips with cum and yet his body felt cold, twitching.

you watched on with a cruel chuckle; how he writhes on the bed, how pathetic he looks after having his orgasm ruined. a slap to his still hard and aching cock jolts him back to reality, wondering just what else do you plan to do to him.

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HEY HEY, LOOK!! @rand0m-s1nner DREW ART FOR ME

AAAHHHHH, I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS

(I was allowed to post this)

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at the end of the day, it really is just my gacha games and i against the horrors of the world

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Day 13: Alone

a/n: ler!moze, lee!jiaoqiu — from the lovelytickletober list!

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He wasn't alone.

There was definitely someone here. Be it his sense of smell, acute hearing, or just keen intuition, there was a presence in the shadows that Jiaoqiu couldn't ignore.

So why should he?

The pause was momentary as he continued mincing the fresh garlic, allowing his kitchen to fill with the enticing scent. With a brief flick of the wrist, he tilted the edge of the blade, allowing some of the tinier pieces to fling off the cutting board, eying where they fell to the floor. He then turned his back, grabbing an onion from the basket, returning to the cutting board, chuckling when he glanced at the floor once more.

The fallen pieces of garlic were gone.

He repeated this same process, mincing the onion into fine pieces and sacrificing certain pieces to the kitchen tiles, only for the discarded onion slices to mimic their garlic brethren, vanished without a trace.

Jiaoqiu looked squarely down at the counter, attempting to conceal his smile from the little game, yet continued in new fashion. The oil poured slowly from the bottle in hand into the measuring container, gradually filling until ready to spill over the brim-

"Stop."

Right on cue, a familiar hand had appeared over his wrist, angling the bottle upwards, preventing the stream from reaching overflow. With an amused smile, Jiaoqiu craned his neck to peer behind him, coming eye to eye with Moze.

"Ah, Moze," Jiaoqiu calmly greeted, tempering the mischief at the back of his tongue, "I wasn't aware you were here."

"I've been here.. to check on you," Moze finally answered, his hand remaining over Jiaoqiu's wrist.

Typical Moze, always concerned with his well-being. "Well, since you're here, how about you join me for lunch?"

"Not if you keep making a mess."

Jiaoqiu knew Moze. Despite his intimidating demeanor, Jiaoqiu could describe in great detail Moze's quirks, his pet peeves, his interests, and especially the meaning behind his behaviors. And Jiaoqiu knew, behind that deep tone, Moze wasn't simply requesting with his last statement, he was begging.

"Ah," Jiaoqiu mused, "you mean like this?"

And it was with great amusement that Jiaoqiu flicked his wrist once more, allowing the oil to again cascade from the bottle into the measuring cup, providing the last few droplets needed for the liquid to spill over and onto the counter. Sure enough, Moze had released Jiaoqiu's arm, now attending to the spillage on the counter, padding at the surface with a rag that Moze had seemingly pulled from his back pocket.

"Oh, thanks for cleaning that up for me, Moze," Jiaoqiu said, moving away from the counter to his next task. "I think I should get started on the parsnips. Oh, I sure hope clumsy me doesn't drop any."

He stifled his laughter as Moze's head turned to him, wide-eyed and antsy. "Jiaoqiu, don't."

"Oh no, the cucumber rolled under the dining table."

"Jiaoqiu, stop!"

"Oops, I knocked over the salt!"

"I said stop!"

"Let's make a bet to see if this egg will crack when it hits the floor."

"No!"

And that's how Jiaoqiu ended up wrapped in Moze's arms, unable to carry out anymore "mishaps" for Moze to attend to. Granted, Jiaoqiu was impressed; the kitchen was spotless, as if Jiaoqiu hadn't been toying with Moze the whole time.

"No more.." Moze intensely breathed, squeezing Jiaoqiu tight to his chest, personal space between the two practically nonexistent.

"Hmmm, but who will prepare the meal now?" Jiaoqiu feigned innocence. "Aren't you hungry from always cleaning up after me?"

Jiaoqiu caught the hesitant shrug before the response. "You have to agree to no more messes," Moze spoke, though, even he didn't seem to believe that would actually happen.

And Jiaoqiu sneered, glancing up at the other. "Or what?"

"Or I'll.." There was a visual expression of confusion that appeared on Moze's face, unable to answer the question, playing into Jiaoqiu's hands. The assassins only means to confronting problems was through some form of violence, something he couldn't quite enact on someone like Jiaoqiu.

"Or?" Jiaoqiu tilted his head expectantly.

"I.. I..." he continued to stutter, seemingly at an impasse. "I.... General Feixiao said I could.."

Wait, General Feixiao said what-

His thoughts were soon answered when Jiaoqiu felt a scribble at his side. It was hesitant, almost meek, but it was enough to get the healer to gasp, nearly standing on his toes in reaction at the realization of what General Feixiao possibly advised to Moze.

"W-Wait, Moze!" Jiaoqiu cried out once Moze's fingers seemingly grew more confident in their movements. "I- Nohoho!"

"General Feixiao said to try this.. if needed," Moze flatly stated, as if he didn't believe his own words. His actions matched his tone, clunky and uncoordinated, yet they were enough to send tingles down Jiaoqiu's spine, his tail standing on end as he squealed in Moze's arms.

"A-Ahaha! Mohohozehehe! I-I'm sohohohorry!"

"No more messes," Moze simply put, digging his fingers into Jiaoqiu's waist, making Jiaoqiu kick and laugh.

"O-Okahahahay!"

And this was seemingly enough for the assassin, finally releasing Jiaoqiu from his grip. He took a moment to catch his breath, panting heavily, his body no longer in peak condition to handle being tickled for more than short periods.

"S-Sorry," Moze spoke over Jiaoqiu's staggered breaths and Jiaoqiu couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardly apologetic expression on Moze's face.

"It's alright," Jiaoqiu sighed, standing upright. "I probably deserved that."

"Perhaps.."

"Well, would you like to help me prepare lunch while you're here?" Jiaoqiu said, beckoning Moze to follow him back to the counter. "No messes this time."

Moze looked at Jiaoqiu, seemingly contemplating if his words were true, before nodding. "I'd like that."

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Hello! Hope you are doing well. If requests are still open, would you consider Jing Yuan x Blade? 👉👈 The lack of content with these two is a crime 😭 Feel free to decide who is ler or lee! A scenario....can only think of Jing Yuan wanting to see Blade smile for a change

Hellouu, of course, there you go!

I hope you're doing well, too 🫶

That's what I had in mind, I hope you like it (Blade seems so uncomfortable 😥)

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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“How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

“I will, but first I want to see – can one truly die of laughter, or did you always just say that so we would stop?”

[otomiyaa]

Aventurine x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 09. "You and I remember this game very differently." + 18. “Wait… That tickled?” Requested by @thelaughtercafe & anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Games. Aventurine loved to play games. As his lover you knew that very well. Gambling games, strategic games, video games, drinking games, random games.

You knew it very well, so you shouldn't be surprised whenever he came up with something new.

"O-oh. Hi dear," you greeted when he sat on top of you. You were relaxing on your bed with a book, when he climbed on top of you. You blushed at the sudden intimacy.

"Don't mind me. You can continue reading. Unless you'd like to play a game with me of course," he said. You hummed.

"What kind of game?"

You shuddered when you felt him move his hands under your shirt, his fingers trailing against your bare lower back.

"How about hangman? We don't need pen or paper, I can use this here," Aventurine sang, tracing a circle on your bare back. You squirmed and lifted your head to look at him.

"You and I remember this game very differently. Isn't the point of hangman to draw the hanging man if I guess the letters wrong?"

"I like to improvise, you know. As for when you guess it wrong..."

You jolted and let out a stiffled giggle when he traced figures on the bare skin of your back again.

"Wait... That tickled? Already?" Aventurine asked. That little...!

"O-of course it did! You- hehehe stop making up weird games for an excuse to tickle me!" you scolded him, but Aventurine stopped tickling your back and he nodded.

"No, it's not an excuse! I'd still like to play. Guess the word, and if you don't guess it right, the hanging man... will be you. Tickled to death."

Your eyes widened and you dropped the book you were reading. "Aven-!" You looked over your shoulder and saw the smirk on his face.

He was straddling you from behind, one hand resting on your shoulder, and you kind of realized you weren't going anywhere unless you played. Playing hangman with him and guessing the word right might be your best shot at getting out of this with some dignity and energy intact.

"...Letter T," you sighed, pretty confident that Aventurine would be the kind of goofball to choose the word 'tickle' in this case.

"Wrong," Aventurine said, and although you weren't sure how he was going to replace the hanging man for you getting tickled, you knew as soon as he started to lightly tickle your sides.

"W-wait not yehehet- come on hahaah!" you giggled, squirming helplessly and trying to reach back to catch and stop his hands, to no avail. Aventurine whistled.

"No no, this is only the first step. Just keep guessing, if you can~"

Pffft, he was messing with you. If the letter T wasn't in it, then what?

"The E!" you gasped, trying to control your laughter. The tickling was still mild, and you guessed he would increase it with each wrong guess.

"You've got that right. The last letter is the E."

"O-of how mahahany lehehetters!? This gahame isn't fahahair!" you cried.

"Ah.. You're right. Only four letters. I'm sure you can do it."

You continued to giggle and tried to think. A word with four letters... No T... Last letter was an E... It would've been something for Aventurine to choose a simple and cheesy word like 'love'...

"The hehehe O?"

"Nope~" The soft tickles moved up towards your ribs, and increased a little in intensity. He was digging in slightly, and making you laugh more than after the previous wrong guess.

"AHahah- this is too muhuhuch!" you laughed.

"You can still guess it right before I tickle you to death, sweetie," he teased smugly. Geez!

If the O wasn't in it, then it couldn't be 'love'. But you wouldn't know what else, so you just continued.

"Ahahah t-the L?"

"Wrong." And you knew immediately. With stronger and fiercer tickles climbing up to right below your armpits, you were now laughing and giggling hysterically. You had a feeling that it wouldn't take long before 'death by tickling' was officially reached.

Wait, did he even think of a word? Wasn't he just messing you, just to tickle you?

"Ahahahaven! Okahahay I g-gihihive, I dohohon't knohohow!" So hard to guess while getting tickled, damn it!

"Try again, I know you can! You've got to guess the word!" Aventurine encouraged you.

"The Ahahah- A?"

"Correct! Letter two is an A. Keep going!"

That didn't help. The tickling was already pretty bad, so even if it wasn't getting any worse, you were still in a tight spot. Your lover wasn't making this easy, but as you recalled the last letter to be an E, and the second an A, you thought of the possibilities. Many of them.

Fake? Race? Date? Oh, date could be something. With him using this method to ask you to stop reading your book and go on a date with him. Bored Aventurines were dangerous Aventurines.

"Dahahate?! Is ihiiit dahahate?" you cackled.

"Oh, going for the instant word guess? And getting it wrong? My my, you're a bold one," Aventurine said. Oh no!

"Well then..."

The tickling went up and the moment he touched your armpits, you literally crumbled underneath him, attempting to curl up and struggling helplessly to lower your arms, but there really was no convenient way to defend yourself.

"AHAHaha nohoho! Okahahay I lohohohose ahahah! Plehehease- Ahaah- not thehehere!" you howled.

"We've got to make sure you're really dead love," Aventurine sang. What did that even mean! You tried to crawl away from under him, but this only exposed your armpits more, and Aventurine's fingers dug in there as if they were digging up gold.

"GAhahaa I gihihive! I'm dehehead- ahahaha!" you laughed breathlessly. But Aventurine was really merciless and tickled you for a little longer than that. When he finally stopped, you were one breathless and sweaty mess, gasping for air. Aventurine moved off you and took you in his arms to cuddle.

"You did well on your first try, dear. The word was 'game' by the way."

You groaned. "W-what?" Now you felt stupid for not guessing that.

Your boyfriend nodded proudly. "Yup yup. This game of Tickle Man was something I've been wanting to play," Aventurine said while caressing your hair.

You cringed. "Seheriously? Tickle Man?" you asked. Aventurine giggled, sounding too pleased with himself.

"Wasn't it fun?"

You buried your face in his chest and sighed. "You and your silly games!"

"We can play it again. I'll be the next one to guess your word while you tickle me."

Wait, what? "Are you serious?" Did he just give you a literal free pass to tickle him?

Aventurine nodded. "Anything to make you stop reading that book," he added. Ah right, about that part you guessed correctly after all. He was bored and was only pretending he didn't mind you had gotten captivated with this book right now.

"Geez. You could've just asked," you said, but Aventurine shrugged with that cute smile on his face.

"What do you say? Got a word for me to guess?" he asked. You smirked.

"Oh you bet."

But that wasn't entirely true. You were still thinking about a word that would be impossible for him to guess, so you could keep on tickling and tickling him. Maybe a really long, difficult word... Would that be fair? Oh yes it would.

[lovelynim]

"C-Cahahaelus! T-This isn't fuhuhunny!" "No? Then... why are you smiling so much, hm?"

Another commission, this time made by the amazing Miauzi, featuring Dan Heng and Caelus, my beloved babies ~

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Therapy Session

Welp, with that huge amount of love for them it was destined to happen sooner or later-

I LOVE these dorks, so don't mind me to self-indulge on them as well~

I think Aven deserves it (he needs a lot of therapy + he is a cutie <3) and we all know, Dr. Ratio would be happy help him.

Also don't worry, Doctor made sure to give him breaks throughout :3

>>PART 2<<

[fluffy-ami]

(sorry aldjks it's for my wifey Riv, the ask was just long and people won't see the art itself, so I'm posting it separately 🐸✨)

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