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@hellobuds here’s your fic man, lee Hide and kagune tickling

Hidekane, 1598 words

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Weeks ago (or was it months?), on the night of the Aogiri Raid, Kaneki and his newly formed group of ghouls split up to find their own little corners of this city to rest. However, Kaneki’s place of rest found him, in the form of a shivering Nagachika Hideyoshi all bundled up in ragged, stolen clothes.

Kaneki didn’t even question why or how Hide came to find here of all places, and at that moment he couldn’t refuse Hide’s offer to come home one more time. Just one more time.

Probably.

“Welcome home.” It wasn’t the last time. Every moment Kaneki could spare, he was sneaking into Hide’s apartment to immerse himself in that familiar, calming scent and wait for his human to come home (from a job Kaneki most certainly did not approve of in the slightest at all not even a little bit).

At hearing the quiet but elated greeting, Hide all but whipped through his door and embraced the ghoul that had been waiting for him. “I’m back, man.” Hide continued to hold Kaneki tight as he began, “So guess what’s going on at work. Hint: Amon-san’s involved.”

Kaneki straightened up a bit. “Amon…?”

While still wrapped around Kaneki, Hide extended a hand backward to lock his door. “The name Eyepatch is coming up; you wouldn’t have anything to do with that though, would you?”

“No…”

Hide was certain that Kaneki’s hand would have been at his chin in seconds if he weren’t gripping Hide’s shirt so tightly. “Listen, it’s chill. It’s actually pretty funny. There are people that think you’re this strong, scary, murderous, insane, cannibal ghoul,” —Kaneki bristled in apprehension at each additional adjective (what if Hide became afraid)— “and I’m sitting here thinking…no guys, he’s so weak and cute. I could take him down myself.”

Kaneki paused before responding, “I’m not cute. Or weak. You can’t beat me, Hide.”

Dropping one hand down to the small of Kaneki’s back, Hide insisted, “You’re the same tiny book nerd I met, like, ten years ago. I can take you down the same way I have for all these years.” Hide used it to comfort Kaneki sometimes, but he never neglected to use it as a gentle form of persuasion either.

Kaneki shook gently in an attempt not to squirm out of Hide’s arms. “N-no…” Shit, he wasn’t supposed to stutter. “Hide, this isn't—” a fair comparison.

“If you just show me the kagune, I won’t have to tickle you every time.” Hide hadn’t brought this topic up every time Kaneki was with him, but it definitely wasn’t rare.

Up until now, Kaneki had refused to let Hide touch such a dangerous weapon, so continued to suffer under Hide’s ministrations (occasionally taking his revenge), but lately he’d been feeling confident in the finer motor skills of his kagune. So perhaps, this time…

The worrying sound of splitting flesh met Hide’s ears before a warm, writhing muscle slid over his fingers. He felt Kaneki shiver and bite down a laugh as Hide’s blunt nails raked over the scales. Before Hide could even begin to question Kaneki’s sudden change in judgement, his wrist was ensnared and pulled up over his head. However, he could bend his fingers just enough to keep grazing the very tip of the kagune with his nails.

A few gentle giggles escaped Kaneki’s lips before he swapped out his kagune for a hand and intertwined his fingers with Hide’s. “Dude, this is so ga—hey!” Hide was still taller than Kaneki, so his arm wasn’t stretched all that high, but it was high enough to leave his armpit open for attack by a wriggling kagune.

Hide reached for the offending kagune, but Kaneki grabbed that hand too, then walked forward until Hide’s back was against a wall. “You wanted to feel my kagune; is this enough?”

Hide’s response caught in his throat as that tendril poked around his sides, but found enough control to smirk a little as he replied, “After w-waiting this long? As if!” He tugged on his trapped hands whenever that kagune prodded a particularly weak spot, despite knowing very well that he wasn’t going anywhere until Kaneki chose to let him go.

A short, surprised scream pierced the air when a second tendril found its way under Hide’s work shirt, pulsing and winding up against his stomach. “Is th-that all? Just two? I can take it—”

Without warning, a third scaly appendage wormed its way out from under Kaneki’s shirt and wound around Hide’s torso, holding him still as he tried to jerk away from doubled up armpit tickling; the kagune under his shirt was still rubbing against his stomach and lowest ribs. Kaneki repeated, “Is this enough?”

Hide choked out, “O-okay, I don’t know when you learned this shit, b-but you can do b-better than this!”

“You’re right, I can,” Kaneki confirmed, whipping out a fourth scaly tail, posed to strike. It sank below Hide’s line of vision and reappeared between his legs, gently caressing his inner thighs.

How many can he make now? wondered Hide. How is this fair? It became exceedingly more difficult to speak with such a serious threat lingering between his thighs.

He hardly registered Kaneki maneuvering his wrists until his forearms were both enveloped in a single, thick tendril, and the gentle strokes at his inner thighs became rough squeezing at his groin. He missed the days when Kaneki would light up at the mere mention of anything near that area. At this point, Kaneki would probably tickle his ass without hesitation if he knew it would murder Hide where he stood.

Hide’s leg strength vanished with a shriek; he was only kept standing by the kagune wrapped around his arms.

…Oh.

With some difficulty, Hide managed to grab a tip of the kagune and keep it still between his fingers, scratching at it with his opposite hand. Kaneki head-butted Hide’s chest gently in an attempt to stifle his quiet giggles, shifting his shoulders and arching his back a little. Hide was certain Kaneki could’ve pulled his kagune out of range of attack if he wanted, but he didn’t prevent Hide from playing with the kagune, and he never ceased the attack between Hide’s thighs.

Hide wanted to sink into the floor and Kaneki knelt to let him try, but when Hide struggled to close his legs, Kaneki situated himself comfortably between them and continued to claw and squeeze at the exposed tendons there. As Hide kicked around, two of the kagune at Hide’s torso slid down toward his ankles and forced his shins to the floor. Only the kagune tucked under his shirt remained tickling, gently but effectively tormenting his sides and stomach.

Hide hardly noticed the way his stomach quivered from light tickles, because his main suffering was caused by Kaneki completely ruining him from hip to knee. Without Hide noticing, Kaneki had retracted the kagune around the human’s arms and wrapped it around his elbows, far out of reach of Hide’s hands. While he had been distracted and screaming, he’d lost his minor right of retaliation. Shit.

To top things off, that one, lone, snakelike tendril was crawling up his torso and trying to escape his collar, but it was buttoned tight and the kagune simply writhed mindlessly around Hide’s neck. He sounded like he was choking, but Kaneki showed no concern; that was just how Hide sounded whenever things brushed over his neck.

He was hacking out words between what sounded like violent choking fits and hard wheezing. “Ok-kay, kkkay, sh-shit, okay, Kaneki, stop, it’s enough, fuck—” His arms and legs strained against the appendages holding them up tight, desperately pulling into himself to make a protective ball.

Kaneki raised his eyes to Hide’s with the slightest smirk. “We both know that’s a lie,” he taunted, but lifted his hands to gently scratch at Hide’s sides. The kagune at his neck was slithering back down to an armpit. “But I guess I’ll give you a break…a short one.” Before we move somewhere else.

Releasing Hide’s limbs, Kaneki accepted the tired arms draping around his neck and the gentle nuzzling into his chest. He felt Hide’s legs wrapping around his waist and a weak hand spidering across his upper back. “Hide…” Hide’s hand aimed for retracting kagune, and Kaneki backed away (as much as he possible with Hide’s legs firmly attached). The ghoul immediately redirected his attack to Hide's weak tendons that still tingled with phantom tickles. “Break over!”

Unraveling himself from Kaneki’s waist, Hide shrieked and leaned back toward the wall. “Shit, shit, shit, wait, wait, let me—let me go change or—I haven't—” Flailing to evade the kagune chancing his limbs, Hide babbled, “I haven’t even—taken off my work clothes, I—” Every second or two, he was interrupted by a squeal or whine, yet he continued rambling.

Then, Kaneki began softly, “You know, for what’s next…”

Hide snapped his mouth shut, the only sounds escaping being the smallest whimpers.

“I don’t think you really need clothes this time.”

Fuck me.

Hide forced his tired self to his feet, leaning on the wall for support. “I-I’ll be ready in literally eight seconds, fuck—” This time was going to be a terrible experience, what with four new “hands” to add to the session, but fuck if Hide wasn’t going to enjoy every second.

Kaneki added, “Oh, wait, are cuffs considered clothing?” Fuck Hide’s entire ass. “If that’s the case, you’ll be fully clothed.”

Hide hoped Kaneki knew that he totally won this fight. It’s just that for him, winning is losing.

#squealing santa 2k16 #hidekane #tg #tokyo ghoul #tickling #tickle fic #I did my best the tone doesn't really stay constant and the plot makes no sense so sue me #but I'd say the sin here is relatively successful even if the setting is questionable

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since y’all seemed to like ticklish shiro

here are two bois practicing fun kinks  (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

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i drew this last night and actually like it?? I keep getting my lil notebook just to look at it so I thought I’d post it lol

#friend you improve #fuckin grow into top level sinner #this my bro

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おやすみ、有馬さん。

I could make this post so emo but ima keep it to a minimum…. I am so thankful for this tragic sad ass manga that gave me characters I embarrassingly think about literally every day!! and make me smile just to think about them randomly while I’m walking to class or something. and it also sparked my interest in art and in learning Japanese (which in turn sparked my interest in studying abroad in Japan which I am doing!??!?) and introduced me to my fuckin best friend my bro and brought so much positive shit into my life despite it being the saddest mother fuckin thing in the world!! ありがとうございます、石田スイせんせい！

#this my bRO #LOOK HOW IMPROVE #AAAHHHHHH

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tried a watercolor tutorial thing

#this my bro

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did some sketches of cute panels of Haise

#this my bro #my precious potato #look how improve

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#fuck

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workin on a sketch of that rly cute pic of Kaneki w baby Kaneki

#forever improving my bro

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I like your "human tsukiyama&born ghoul kaneki" comics! I am so open to see more of it. I like your others arts as well. Thank you ^_^

Thank you very much!! :D I have some other ideas for them so I’lll probably end up drawing them again at some point lol! But in the mean time, a quick sketch

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i bet hide’s the kind of bf who would pin and tickle kaneki out of the blue simply because he thinks he needs to laugh and kaneki would just lay there helplessly laughing despite actually being stronger to stop him wow they’re so adorable in my head it’s gross

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no one is safe

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This Is What Porn Canadians Are Searching For

…the top search in Quebec is “Quebec.” 

#I know where I'm going

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#fuck me up #just fUCK #ME #UP

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SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS, bokuroo, nsfw

warnings: consensual tickling, sex

worm’s notes: hoLY SHIt!!!!! this iS!! SO FUCKING GOOD!!! LITERALLY MY DREAM FIC!!! ANON THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS GLORIOUS GIFT IM LITERALLY HYPERVENTILATING RN xoxoxo

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Ninety-eight percent of the time, Bokuto Koutarou is the kindest person Kuroo has ever met.

Right now, for example. It’s raining outside, and he and Kuroo are cuddled close in their boxers in Bokuto’s bed, wrapped up in a warm nest of blankets and happiness. The steady drumming of rain on the roof has lulled Kuroo into a half-trance, and every time Bokuto grins up at him from where he’s lying on Kuroo’s bare chest his heart swells up like a goddamn balloon.

It doesn’t last, though, because the other two percent of the time, Bokuto Koutarou used to be the kindest person Kuroo had ever met until one day he had managed to find out that Kuroo is desperately ticklish.

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#I could cry wtf so many important things in one fic so many my heart

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person a of your otp is an athlete, and gets really sore after practice. person b offers to give them a massage, but it quickly turns into tickling when they get too close to a sensitive spot on person a. bonus points if b purposefully says that one of their tickle spots is sore because they want to be tickled.

#I feel the Kuroko feels

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me: have been drawing for 20 years

also me: painting is hard

#if you look hard enough #you can imagine Hide gently attacking

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This Lovecraftian monstrosity may look like an amalgam of dying octopuses, but it’s actually a single creature called a Basket Star, a type of deep sea brittle star. They can reach up to 11 pounds in weight and 70 cm in length!

#tentacle tickling level up