#platonic tickling community

[unholy-cat]

Ура! Я закончила! И пол года не прошло)

Hurray! I'm done! And it hasn't been half a year)

[switch-witch-erin]

We all know Soap deserves it

Ghost being a silly guy during movie time idk.

Feel free to give me specific ideas on what to draw so i can make more relaxed drawings that may be rendered or stay sketches cuz my brain still empty and i need to practice.

[cloudsontherainbow]

(Click for better quality)

tumblr is taking the good ass quality these pictures had QwQ

I GOT IT DONE. I AM AN ARTIST FOR THIS SHIT AND I’M PROUD.

I made a meal for all, start munching✨

this is also my first time fully drawing Alastor and I did a decent job- I really got lazy at the end so I did sloppy shading

(Full image below the cut)

[keke-theswitch]

Trap them in a tickle hug from behind and claw at their tummy as you whisper cute teases in their ears and see just how giggly and blushy they really get

[urav3ragesw1tch]

Tickly hugs are without a doubt one of the best ways to tickle someone, like yes I enjoy giving you warm affection with my arms wrapped around you but… that doesn't mean you're safe from me tracing my fingers along your sides, and nuzzling your neck, just to hear those lovely giggles and squeaks~

Aww, what's wrong?~ I'm only just giving you a hug, why I'm not doing anyyything~

[unholy-cat]

Фух! Ура, чудо случилось! Я успела нарисовать это до Нового года!

Похлопали в ладоши и хватит. По правде я так рада, что это нарисовала, и сдала сессию на отлично)

Конкретно в этом посте я хочу сказать спасибо всем тем, кто лайкал и подписывался на меня, вы солнышки 💕💕💕

А так эта параша, не даёт загрузить ещё картиночки так, что ждите вторую часть в следующем посте!

Phew! Hooray, a miracle has happened! I managed to draw this before the New Year!

We clapped our hands and that's enough. To tell you the truth, I'm so glad I drew it, and I passed the session perfectly)

Specifically in this post, I want to say thank you to all those who liked and subscribed to me, you suns 💕💕💕

And so this parasha does not allow you to upload more pictures, so wait for the second part in the next post!

[1gigglebug]

molting season .

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lee! husk & ler! vaggie

tw: tickling, fluff, lots of swearing.

(THIS IS NOT A SHIP. it’s platonic.)

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preening. the oh so shitty thing.

it was a BITCH to try and preen wings by yourself, so.. you need a friend to help you out! or in this case.. “co-worker”. (still friend, just not mature enough to admit it.)

who are we narrating for in this topic you may ask? that would be both vaggie and husksr! yknow.. the ones who have wings.. duh.

it was molting season.. a very unfortunate thing for winged demons(or fallen angels..).

and with vaggie not having her wings for a decent amount of time.. she forgot how to preen them herself.. since she couldn’t really reach. so.. she asked husk for help!.. after Charlie talked her into doing it of course.. since she also had no idea.

and surprisingly.. he helped! easily.. being in hell with wings since the 1970s, he was practically a pro!

but.. about a week or so later, his wings started to bother him aswell. vaggie offered to help. multiple times! but being stubborn, husk declined every time.

but vaggie INSISTED. so.. eventually he caved.

so fast forward to said activity, they were sitting on the hotels couch.. at like 11pm.

husk was sitting on his knees, arms crossed over his chest.

“you betta not fuck anything up.” he warned.

“calm down, i know what im doing.” she said with a huff.

husk hummed, rolling his eyes.

and so it begun. she began plucking loose feathers from his wings.

but she couldn’t help but notice.. he was pretty jumpy? also she could’ve sworn she heard some weird noises made out to be a stifled laugh?

“uh.. you okay, bud?” she asked.

“fuhuckin’ peachy. juhust- just gehet it over with.” he grumbled, his hand covering his mouth.

okay.. now she KNEW she heard a stifled laugh.

so, to fully confirm her suspicions.. she scribbled her nails in a random spot on his wings. causing his back to arch with a quiet yelp.

“hehey!- quihit!-“ he demanded, though it sounded like more of a plea.

“what? I’m doing what you wanted. i gotta find loose feathers one way or another.” she shrugged.”

“bullshihit! yohou and i bohoth knohow what you’re reheally dohoin’. so stohohop!” he argued.

“wow. I’m trying to help you out and this is how you repay me? attitude? I’m offended, husk.” she said sarcastically.

she then used her free hand down to husks side, lightly squeezing it.

“AHAYE!- dohont you fuhuckin’ dahare!” he yelled.

she grinned mischievously.

“you said you weren’t ticklish just the other day? don’t tell me you lied….” she said in a fake disappointed tone.

“fuhuck OHOHOFF!-“ he yelped as he felt her dig her nails into both his wing and hip.

husk tried to squirm out of vaggies grip, but she was a lot stronger than she looked.. able to hold him in place with no issues.

“I’m not finished. you aren’t leaving this spot till I’m done.” she said sternly.

vaggie continued to pluck and straighten out husks feathers with one hand. the other hands nails scribbled up husks sides slowly.

“kihihid i mehean it!- gehehet- pffshhhihit-!” poor thing couldn’t even finish his sentence.

vaggie continued, knowing she was driving him insane. it was hilarious! why would she stop now?

she continued the same tactic until she was done preening. then she quickly moved her hand from his wing to his hip, using both hands to mercilessly dig into them.

“AACK!- waitwaitwahahait!- VAAHAHAGGIE!-“ he shrieked.

“maybe this’ll teach you to be greatful.” she grumbled playfully.

“nohoho!- I’m soho- I’m sorry!- I’m SOHOHORRYYY!- KEHEHEAHAH!-“ he pleaded with a snort.

“sure, NOW you’re sorry. bet you wouldn’t be so apologetic if I wasn’t tickling the shit

out of you.” she rolled her eyes.

vaggie moved her merciless hands to husks stomach, which got him ROLLING.

“NOHO!- NOHOT THEHEERE!!- FAHAHACK-!” he squealed.

vaggie snickered under her breath.

“I thought cats liked belly rubs?” she questioned sarcastically.

“THAHATS DOHOGS DIHIPSHIHIT-!” he giggled out.

“ohh. you sure it’s not for cats too? I mean you seem giddy!” she teased.

husk tried to speak, but all that came out was a cackle along with another snort.

“great answer.” she said jokingly.

“KIHILL YOHOURSEHELF!-“ he insulted.

“I can’t, dumbass. also, rude? I’m never gonna give you mercy with that attitude.” she shook her head. “hm.. I wonder.”

vaggie lifted one hand, then gently scribbled her nails behind one of husks ears.

husk practically screamed bloodly murder. luckily, they were in hell. so his scream wasn’t enough to wake anyone.

“AAAHAHAHHA!- FAHAHACK YOHOU- STAHAHAP IHIT-!” he cried out.

husks feet kicked and he fell over onto his side.

vaggie couldn’t be more amused.. and proved.

she continued the assault on his ear, pushing him fully onto his back with her free hand then sitting on his waist.

“there we go. now I can get somewhere.” she talked to herself.

vaggie moved her hands down to husks underarms, digging into them.

they weren’t as ticklish, but it was still torture.

“PLEHEHASE!- stohop!- ihim sohohorry!- reheheally!-“ he pleaded.

vaggie pretended to think for a moment, then hummed.

“eh. not good enough.” she grinned.

“WHAHAT?!” he exclaimed.

“you heard me. buckle up buttercup. you’re not going anywhere.”

as vaggie said that, she pinned husks beefy paws down to the couches arm with one hand. continuing her ticklish harrasment with her free one.

she then got an idea.. a cruel one at that.

vaggie used both hands to pin husk’s arms down, then leaned down a bit.

while husk was catching his breath, he looked down at vaggie.. then realized what she was gonna do.

“wait- waitwaitwaitwait kihid! dohont you even thihink-“ he was cut off by his own squeal.

vaggie had blew a raspberry right onto the old man’s tummy. he practically acted the same as a 5yr old being tickled.. except he could actually swear.

“YOHOU FUHUCKIN’ PRIHICK!!! AHASSHOHOLE!!-“ he insulted.

vaggie blew another raspberry onto his tummy. he just never learns, does he?

after about 5 minutes, husk couldn’t take it anymore.

“OHOKAY!- okayokayOKAAHAY!- EHENOUGH!! MEHERCY! PLEHEASE!” he whimpered.

vaggie lifted her head and sat up at those words. letting go of his paws and crossing her arms over her chest.

“learn your lesson, loud mouth?” she asked sternly.

“yehes-! yes- ihi dihid.” he panted.

vaggie got off of him, sitting on the other side of the couch and letting him curl up.

“good. maybe don’t be such a dick

next time.” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“fuhuck you.” he grumbled.

“excuse you?” she asked, prodding at husks foot/paw.

husk tensed when he felt the prod, his toe beans instantly curling. “nohothing! nothing at ahall!”

vaggie pulled her hand away and smirked.

“thought so.”

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— end —

[ali-the-weirdo-fics]

'ᴅᴏᴇʏ' 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱!

Lers: Bubba BubbaPhant (?), Funny Foxy (Smiling Critter OC)

Lee: Doey the Doughman

Ships: (Platonic) Bubba��Funny×Doey

Mentioned characters: DogDay, CatNap

Inspired by @/aspivampi 's fic, specifically "Playing the Baker"

Warnings: Tickle fluff

Doey was talking to DogDay, smiling and giggling as Doey goofed around. "Yeah, and then I was like-- hang on--" Doey paused, hearing a loud CLANG, that also startled DogDay a little. Doey looked towards where he heard the clang, seeing the familiar blue elephant.

Bubba chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, dropped the pot.." Bubba turned around, picking the pot back up. As he did this, he smiled to himself, knowing Funny was probably behind Doey right now. Bubba was just the distraction of this little 'plan' Funny and him had in mind.

Doey shrugged and chuckled, watching DogDay wave and walk over to CatNap, who was sleeping.

Doey twiddled his thumbs a bit, a little bored already. He kept doing this for a while, before pausing, feeling an odd sensation on his side. It wasn't long before he giggled a bit, turning around to see who it was. "..Funny? Okay, what are you--" Doey was interrupted by the fox, who pounced onto him. Doey stumbled onto the ground in surprise, his eyes widened. Bubba watched as Funny began to gently knead Doey's stomach. Doey immediately burst into a fit of hysterical giggles, bringing his hands to his mouth. Funny smiled, and Bubba walked over, sitting down to continue watching.

Funny got and idea, a mischievous giggle escaping her. This made Doey a bit nervous, knowing that giggle. That meant she was up to something. "F-Fuhunny..?"

"Aaalrighty, Doey! I need you to help me with a task. It's called 'baking bread'! First, we need to knead the dough, which has already been done. Now, we need to put to dough in the oven!" She gently rubbed Doey's stomach, to mimick the oven. Doey was still giggling, though he had quieted down a little. He had figured this was near the end, but oh, Funny wasn't done yet.

Funny kept rubbing his stomach for a few more seconds, before making a 'Beep beep beep!' sound, stopping the gentle rubs. She giggled seeming to be excited. "And now, of course, we need to blow on the bread! I mean, it has to cool off, right~?" With that, she blew a big raspberry on Doey's stomach, making the dough-man erupt in laughter, covering his whole face. "KYAHAHA-- FUHUNNY WAHAHAIT-!"

Funny decided to be a little mean, proceeding to gently spider his sides while extending the raspberries. Doey squealed, laughing and giggling his doughy heart out. "H-HAHAHANG OHOHOHON-- *Snort*"

...

Funny paused.

Funny stared.

Funny smiled.

Funny smiled widely.

"Was that...a SNORT~? Oh. My. GOD!" Funny's tail wagged, as she discontinued the raspberries, but kept up the spidering.

Doey's face was flushed as he avoided any eye contact, squirming a bit and his giggles still going. Funny then took a deep breath.

"Alright, one last thing! We need to EAT the bread, too! We can't have our baked good go to waste, can we~?" Before Doey could protest, Funny began to quote-on-quote 'eat' his stomach, making nomming sound, as well as nuzzling his stomach as she did this. "Om, nom nom~!"

Doey was screeching in laughter, kicking his stubby legs as he light-heartedly tried to push Funny's head away. "OHOH MYHYHY GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAHA--"

Funny giggled, still giving Doey's stomach nom and nuzzles like there was no tomorrow. Her hands switched from spidering his sides to digging into his stomach, making him fall into more hysterical cackles.

"F-FUHUHUNNY PLEHEHEHEASE IHI CAHAHAHAN'T-!!" Doey, after a few moments, gently tapped Funny on the shoulder, who immediately slowed all the tickles to a stop.

Doey caught his breath in soft giggles, eventually gaining his composure. "T-Thanks.." Doey pat Funny's head, the fox letting our a small giggle. "You're welcome!" Funny hugged Doey, patting his back.

After a few, she pulled away.

"You good?"

"Y-Yeah..Yeheah.."

Funny pointed at Bubba, who had been watching the whole time. "Wanna go watch a movie with me and Bubs? I'm thinking we should watch 'Corpse Bride'. I can go heat up the popcorn and grab the soda!"

Doey nodded. "Yeah, that does sound nice."

"Alright, let's go! Bubby, you set the movie up and take Doey, I'll go get the snacks and drinks!"

END

[urav3ragesw1tch]

Not gonna lie, I've been feeling kinda lee lately-

I need to be in a ler's arms, them telling me all the ways they're either gonna wreck me or make me into a melty blushy tickly mess, whispering little teases in my ear and how they enjoy hearing me laugh and squeal at their mean, yet loving tickles, and afterwards, receiving a forehead kiss for how well I took the tickles and that I was well deserving of them, then continuing to be in their warm embrace /p

Hoping the tickler distribution system finds me soon, I'm so touched and tickle starved akhdlqjyf

[unholy-cat]

*TV sounds*

Sevrail (S): D-darling, is everything okay?

Rena (R): Yes, it's simple. It feels like someone tickled me.

*watching*, *watching*.

R: Seva, tell me, did you tickle me?

S: What?. . .

R: Sevrail! 💢

S: What?! I really don't know what you're talking about!

R: Liar.

S: NO!

R: Okay ❤️

S: * Doubtful, but okay.*

S: Rena, stop it!

R: What are you talking about? I don't understand?

S: Look, I do not know who tickled you, but even if it was me, it was an accident!

R: I do not believe!

R: Wow! Even so? I didn't even think that your ribs were your weak spot❤️

S: Hahaha R-Renahahaha please God hahaha hahaha S-T-O-P I-T hghahHAHAHAH.

R: Unfortunately, honey. But even HE won't help you❤️

R: "tickle, tickle, tickle"

R: Oh, how sweet! He closed his wings and hid.

Hope (H): *Ahem Ahem*

H: Hey, cats! You're yelling at the whole house, you're not letting me sleep! So let's finish up and GO TO SLEEP!

S: *Phew* Y-yes, we're going to finish now, Hope. We'll just watch the movie, there's just a little bit left, and we'll go to bed in no time.

H: . . . Oh well. But one more shout from you, I'll beat you!

R: Okay, Hope, we get you, go to bed. Good night. 💕

H: yeah.

R: Listen, Sev, has Hope always been so mean?

R & S laughing together)

H: GO TO SLEEP, YOU IDIOTS!

Ура и вот вторая часть! Али луя!

Я хз почему но решила изобразить своих детёнышей. Слева на право Рена, Севраил(Сева) и Хоуп. (Честно я сделаю с ними когда нибудь Референс)

Но это потом, а так работа закончена, и я поздравляю всех с наступающим новым годом, всем удачи, добра и всего хорошего.

Так же у меня не мало идей на щекотливую тематику, надеюсь не пропаду. Ещё раз спасибо 💕💕💕

Hooray and here's the second part! Ali luya!

I don't know why, but I decided to portray my cubs. From left to right Rena, Sevrail(Seva) and Hope. (Honestly, I'll draw them someday)

But that's later, as the work is done, and I wish everyone a happy new year, good luck, kindness, and all the best.

I also have a lot of ideas on sensitive topics, I hope I will not be lost.Thanks again💕💕💕

Фух! Ура, чудо случилось! Я успела нарисовать это до Нового года!

Похлопали в ладоши и хватит. По правде я так рада, что это нарисовала, и сдала сессию на отлично)

Конкретно в этом посте я хочу сказать спасибо всем тем, кто лайкал и подписывался на меня, вы солнышки 💕💕💕

А так эта параша, не даёт загрузить ещё картиночки так, что ждите вторую часть в следующем посте!

Phew! Hooray, a miracle has happened! I managed to draw this before the New Year!

We clapped our hands and that's enough. To tell you the truth, I'm so glad I drew it, and I passed the session perfectly)

Specifically in this post, I want to say thank you to all those who liked and subscribed to me, you suns 💕💕💕

And so this parasha does not allow you to upload more pictures, so wait for the second part in the next post!

[starlightsuicide2]

I've been in a bit of... let's say a lee/shenaniggle mood.... hehe

So I thought maybe what if I did a quick lil story of a tickle prompt I've been thinking about? Not a full thing js a lil (there's gonna be a fic is SU I'll be writing soon) And I'm in an epic mood so... hehehe

(quick note my inspo for this tkl prompt is @wholesome-lee-trash about ler Apollo, anyways enjoy and check em out) And yes I have a tire problem you can't stop me-

{[ SLACKING IS NEVER OKAY IN FRONT OF A SUN GOD ]}

lee: Tiresias

Ler: Apollo

Word Count: 1,510 (...i need a life TwT)

Summary: Tiresias hasn't had anybody bothering him, which he's grateful for but apparently Apollo doesn't like that.

The souls were willowing and wailing like usual, everything eerie and bland, sad and alone, yet Tiresias found some joy in the solitude. No one bothering him for the future, no one yelling 'who?!' in his ear (oh how he wished he was deaf rather than blind during that), and... no one using such a weird way of getting information. 

Was the great prophet who had lived as man and woman embarrassed by something as silly and childish as tickling? Yes, very much so. It was mortifying feeling someone's fingers all over you and you couldn't help but laugh- by the gods he couldn't even see what would happen next because all his focus would disappear like his vision had! Still... it was a little nice, a change of pace from the usual death threats. Threatening the dead was apparently mortal man's favorite past time. 

The prophet lost himself in thought for a few minutes, it'd been a few days or maybe weeks since Odysseus had bothered him then stole his pride, though he wasn't getting any new mortals wanting their futures told. How strange. Sounds of souls wailing grew fainter and the ground seemed to warm up from its usual bone chilling cold. That only meant one thing- Apollo- shit. 

It's not that the blind one hated his boss/god-that-killed-him. Their relationship was just.... ehhh okay maybe a little hate but mostly terror. Though Tiresias couldn't see he envisioned that Apollo was over here glowing like the sun. The Underworld air grew warmer and loose as Apollo approached him. A gentle hand made itself comfortable on the prophet's shoulder, he sat near the middle of the cliff ledge and flinched harshly at the hand-to-shoulder contact. 

"Why so tense? You have no reason to be so stressed, you haven't even done your job in days." Apollo wasn't normally harsh, and his words weren't mean, they just held an underlying sass that said, 'what the fuck are you doing?' so Tiresias did the smartest thing, blamed a mortal. 

"Lord Apollo, there hasn't been any new mortals visiting for prophecies since-" And of course Apollo cut him off, was it a curse placed upon him to always be interrupted? 

"I didn't ask for excuses, my dear." Apollo snipped in slightly annoyed and kneeled down behind the blind man, placing his hands on his shoulders. That would have been soothing if he didn't sound like he was about to snap a neck then make some tea. 

"Odysseus." Tiresias muttered a single word before turning his head up, he couldn't see but it made them both feel a little better to have his bandaged eyes facing towards the sun god. 

"What about that mortal?" 

"He was the last one to see me, Lord Apollo." Back and forth was easy when you were finally not being interrupted. 

"And what of it? Is he the reason for your slacking?" The god's tone was teasing as if calling out a girl for a school crush. 

"Of course not, Lord Apollo, it's just since him there hasn't been anyone else."  

"Why not?" 

"How am I supposed to know?" 

"You are a prophet." 

Okay so maybe, that was a fair point, but why would he look into the future for unwanted guests? 

"I am, but wasting my time for such an event would serve no purpose, Lord Apollo." 

There was a small, very uncomfortable silence, until Apollo softly removed his gentle touching hands from Tiresias' shoulders. That was a relief until he felt them against his sides, was everyone trying to ruin him in idiotic ways? 

"I'll ask you this once, are you slacking, my dear?" 

"No, Lord Apollo." His response came out quick as he attempted to secretly look into the future, maybe for an escape route, maybe for some relief, but his little problem was the fucking blind eyes he had loved to glow through his bandages, so Apollo knew right there and then what he was doing. And it turns out trying to work your way out of a gods' question results in punishment. This punishment being tickles. 

Without another breath or even a sign as soon as the prophet's eyes glowed a smidgen Apollo let out a soft sigh and squeezed up and down Tiresias' side, effectively making him lose concentration and curl in on himself. 

"Using your own power again me? My prophet, it seems like you've forgotten how to act around others, all those hours of solitude do you no good." 

All the blind ones could do at the moment was wrap him arms weakly around his waist as a way to defend from the sun god's teasing pinches. A squeak escaped when Apollo skittered his fingers annoying lightly against the prophets' ribs. 

"No remarks? You know it's quite rude to not respond, my dear." The gods' tone was light and teasing but by the gods (hehe semi pun) it was flustering as hell. Tiresias' face had broken out in a smile and looked like at any moment it was going to split him in two. No matter how hard he was trying he just couldn't focus to use future vision, couldn't see Apollo's hands and where they'd wiggle off to next. 

Apollo decided maybe being nice wasn't working so he let out his inner Hermes and squeezed Tire's hips. With a deafening shriek and screechy giggles Tiresias fell over from when he sat on his side and flailed. 

"stooOOOOOOOOOP MEHEHY LOHOHORD APOHOL-" Instead of being nice and letting him finish the god just grinned down at him and squeezed, rubbed, and pinched at the prophet's hips causing screamy squeal along with bubbly, squeaky giggles to escape. 

The blind one's eye bandages had fallen off by how much he was flailing, in vain since he couldn't see. The white eyes scrunched up like a pouncing cat but his smile for once made him look lively... and maybe Apollo started the tickling, so he'd give him an answer, yet seeing someone who never showed any other emotion that wasn't plain was adorable. The rosy cheeks and the crackly giggles were worth tormenting his favorite prophet. 

"So, Odysseus was the last one who was down here to see you?" 

When Apollo didn't receive a proper response, he moved his fingers to softly scratch at the back of the prophets' ears that led to a bunch of childish giggles. Tiresias scrunched his shoulders up, shaking his head at it trying to dislodge the annoying tickling hands of the god. After hearing a small 'Awwwwww' his face broke out in a slightly warm blush. Warmth in the Underworld was unnatural, so now he had more things to blame on Apollo. 

"No answer, maybe I should keep this up until you do, hm? Would you like that, my hard-working prophet?" 

Instead of waiting for a response, which would have been a giggly NO, the sun god sat himself down on Tire's thighs so he couldn't get up. They sat there for what felt like hours for the prophet, as the sun god pinched, wiggles, poked, and ran his hands in any tickle spot he could find. Some caused squeal giggles, some caused snorts, but most caused crackly giggles.  

Finally, when Apollo stopped- but not before blowing a few very cruel raspberried rights below the prophets' ribs, the sun god softly fixed Tiresias' hair and let him lay there for a few minutes as he let out extra giggles. The prophet's long braided hair was a mess from flailing, clothes crinkled, and his face held a splitting grin along with a very bold blush. 

"I suppose this will make up for your lack of work lately, but you need to get back to prophesizing, alright my little prophet?" Apollo tapped Tiresias' nose lightly before getting off him. 

"Unless you want this to happen again, bye-the-bye my dear." And with that weird version of a goodbye Apollo disappeared, or rather that's what the prophet assumed since the area regained its cold aura and the wails of the depressed souls. 

It took a few more minutes for Tiresias' to sit up and fix himself up slightly. Was it bad that was fun? Why did Odysseus do that first- it was this mortal's fault he thought it was fun wasn't it? And no Apollo... 

Tiresias pushed his thoughts aside and took in a deep breath, maybe he'd "accidently" lead souls away again. Not because he enjoyed... that thing, but maybe for more time with the sun god. Only because with Apollo around things warmed up and totally never because getting tickled was fun and lighthearted... 

"Hello, dawling- Aw your face is red, that's adorable for someone who's dead, what caused it?" 

Well, shit. There goes a peaceful moment. Two god in one day, life must hate him. 

Hermes let out an obnoxious giggle and flicked the prophet on the head. 

"Just teasing, dawling. I already saw what happened, how come you never told me your laugh was so lively?" 

...Oh fuck, great, there goes his peace and will to live or rather exist. 

[justaticklishdeer]

A Deer's Enjoyment

Second fic! RadioRose QPR, around 1k words. Feedback/requests are greatly appreciated! I just needed more ticklish Alastor tbh...so I made it myself.

TW/CW: Tickles (lil intense), teasing (a lot)

Alastor walked into Rosie’s Emporium. The woman herself was finishing up her work. He sits down and quietly watches, humming softly to himself. Rosie finishes up and notices him. “Oh, hello dearie!” “Hello, Rosie. How have you been?” he asks as she leads him to her back room and sits him down. She nods, murmuring, “It’s been good.” 

She noticed Alastor scoot closer, his ears flicking. “Dear, what do you want?”

“I think you know.” 

Rosie thought for a moment, then smiled. “I haven't a clue.” Alastor tries to prompt her into tickling him…with no luck. “Rosie, please.”

“A gentleman has to use his words, darling.” 

“But you know what I want,” Alastor points out. “Oh, I do. I just want to hear you say it, my dear,” Rosie smiles, ignoring the way Alastor let out a crackle of radio static in both frustration and want. “Rosie, please, you know exactly what I want.”

Rosie chuckles softly to herself, glancing at the deer. His ears were down and she could tell he was getting quite pleading with her. 

“T-tickle?” 

“Tickles, dear? Oh, I could. I could tickle you. Watch you laugh and squirm while you beg for me to stop, but I know you love it. You love the way I can get you all flustered and laughing.” Rosie says with a teasing smile, reaching over to gently trace her claws up his sides. He gasps in sharply, before squirming and grinning. “mmm–! R-rohosie–!” His hooves click as he shudders from the tickles. He wanted more. More tickles. 

Alastor squirmed again, Rosie very gently tickling his sides now. “Dear, is this quite enough for you?” 

Alastor shakes his head. Rosie chuckles and murmurs, “Let me hear you say it.” “R-Rosie, I-I dohon’t think yohou need to hear mehehe when y-you know–”

“Oh, but I do,” Rosie states, moving her gentle tickles up to his ribs. “M-more t-tihihickles, plehehease?” Alastor asks through giggles. 

“As you wish.” Rosie starts to dig into his ribs, skittering over them and tenderizing him lovingly. Her fingers raked over the bones, and Alastor was laughing hard. 

“Aww, who’s a good tickle baby? Is it you? Are you my good ticklish baby fawn?” Rosie teased, watching Alastor writhe beneath her. “Hold still, will ya?”

“Rohoho–Rohohosie! Rohohosie!” he squealed, his back arching. She moved her claws down to his waist, squishing slightly which got a snort from him. She slowed the tickles, her claws tracing his belly–shapes, lines, or just gentle scribbles. Alastor was snickering softly into his arm. “Now, my sweet deer, let me hear you,” Rosie chided teasingly, reaching up to Alastor’s head and scribbling her fingers on the back of his ears. “Nonohoho! Okahay–!” “Good little fawn,” she teased, going back to his stomach. 

Alastor squirmed, looking at her with a playful glare.

“Oh, do you want to be sassy with me?” Rosie asked, moving his hands to his ears. “Wahahait wait fuhuck–!” The deer choked out a curse before he could even catch himself. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk as she scratched at his ears. “I’m barely touchin’ ya and you’re already a giggly mess, ticklish little baby, my ticklish baby,’ Rosie teased, sliding her fingers down his ears, his neck, and back to the tops of his ribs. “Wahahait–nonono y-yohou dohon’t have to–to do thahat!” She dragged her fingers teasingly up and down his ribs. “If you really wanted to stop, we have a safeword. And you know it. I know it. You just love how tickly I make you feel. You love how my claws can bring out all those sweet giggles and laughs, your squeals and whimpers…you love it. You and I both know if you really wanted me to stop, you would’ve safeworded by now,” she said in a teasing, almost sadistic tone. God, how Alastor hated and loved how right she was. He squirmed again, his back arching with a whimper as she massages her fingers against his ribs. 

“Rohohosie! You knohohow–’

‘Oh, I know. I know how badly this affects you, sweetie. You love it. So, you’re going to accept the fact that I am relentless. I don’t stop unless I hear the word. And you know it.”

She starts to tickle quicker, jumping from spot to spot on his upper body. Alastor shrieks and his body instinctively tries to jerk away, but Rosie holds fast. “Good boy, good ticklish fawn, look at you! Doing so well taking my tickles, I could practically watch this all day, seeing you fall apart like this…”

“Rohohohosie! Shihihihit!” He tries to twist away from the cannibal to no avail. Rosie grins down at him, slowing her tickles and sliding down to his stomach, scritching over the sensitive fur and skin beneath. Alastor’s giggles went silent. He squirms and arches his back, ironically giving Rosie a better access to his stomach. The deer demon squeals as she does something with her claws–it felt so good, but yet so horribly ticklish. “Fuckfuckfuhuhuhuck!’

“Language, dear!” Rosie teases. 

‘I-I cahahan’t hehelp it!”

She scoots down to his hooves, earning a nervous giggle. “Rohosie. Rohosie, I-i love you. I–you–nohohohoho!” Alastor let out a sound similar to microphone feedback before loud, genuine laughter flowed out. Rosie was playing with the soft, fluffy spot on his hooves, which had him screaming and begging for mercy. 

“Rehehehed! Rehed, fuhuhuck!” Rosie stopped instantly, pulling back and grunting softly with surprise as Alastor flung himself around her, cuddling her as he panted and gasped for air. She wraps her arms around him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Th-thank…thank you, Rose…” 

“Anytime, darling,” she responded as she gently rubbed his back, moving her hands up to his ears to gently pet them. Alastor leaned into the touch, starting to breathe normally. “Do you need anything, my dear?” Rosie asks, and Alastor shakes his head. “Just some cuddles should be fine…if that’s alright with you.” 

“Of course, darling…that’s what aftercare is about.” She pulls him into her arms better, letting him slowly doze off from the session. “Sleep well, my dear..”

[ali-the-weirdo-fics]

𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤!

Ler!Bubba BubbaPhant, lee!Funny Foxy (fanmade OC)

Ships: Platonic JokeBook/SillySmarts

Warnings: Tickle fluff!! If u don't like sfw tickle stuff, scroll away!!

Bubba was on the couch, his head resting against a pillow as he read a book. His tail hanged from the couch as it slowly swayed from side to side. He had a small smile on his face, seeming to like the book he was reading. Everyone else was sleeping in their rooms, as it was late at night. The only sounds in the living room were the occasional flicks of Bubba flipping to the next page.

Meanwhile, Funny was in her room, twisting and turning in her bed, unable to fall asleep. She groaned quietly, looking at the ceiling with a frustrated expression. After minutes...that seemed like hours, she sat up, thinking "Maybe all I need is a warm cup of milk! That always makes me sleepy!". Funny got out of bed, silently walking out of her bedroom and into the hallway, her nightgown flowing a bit from her quick pace. She paused seeing Bubba, and raised an eyebrow. "..huh. I didn't know someone else was up."

Bubba blinked, sitting up as he looked at the fox. "Oh! Hello, Funny. Nice to see you. May I ask why you're awake?"

"Couldn't sleep.", Funny responded, scratching the back of her head. "Though, I should be asking you the same question." She tilted her head. "Oh, well, you know me...my nose-- or, er..trunk-- is always stuck in a book. I guess I just forgot to put it down.." Funny smiled, and walked over to Bubba, sitting onto the couch next to him. "That's kind of believable, considering how much of a nerd you are!', she teased jokingly, playfully nudging him light-heartedly. Bubba chuckled. "Ohoho, you do not wanna go down that road!"

"Oh, I think I do!~"

"..would you like to take that back?", Bubba asked, smirking. "..no, why?", Funny questioned, tilting her head with a curious expression. Bubba grinned, and placed his hoof (hand? Idk) on her side, his eyes getting a mischievous glint in them. "Because, well..why don't you see for youself?~"

Before Funny could respond, Bubba began to gently, yet rapidly, tickle her sides. This made Funny jump, before bursting into bubbly giggles as she covered her mouth. Bubba's ears perked up, and he chuckled. "Wow, giggling already? I'm barely even doing anything!~" Funny squirmed a bit, her tail starting to wag a bit. "T-Thahat's nohot myhy fahahault!!"

Bubba laughed softly. "Yeah, but you look adorable while doing it!~" He teased, started to squeeze Funny's sides, which drew a squeak out of her every time. Bubba started to laugh, thinking this was hilarious, in a good way. "PFF-- ohoh my god! Yohou sound like a dang squeaky tohoy!"

"S-Shuhut uhup!!" Funny covered her face, which was now completely flushed at this point.

"Awh, but you're too cute!~", Bubba chirped, going to poke and prod at his friend's ribs. "One..two..three.."

"GAHA-- BUHUBBA!! NAHAT THEHERE!" Funny's tail wagged violently as she squirmed vigorously. This earned another laugh from Bubba. "Heh, so this spot is that bad, huh? Good to know!~" Bubba began to rake in between Funny's ribcage, with a teasing look as he 'counted' her ribs.

"NOOO!! BUHUBBA, IHI-- STAHAHAP!! IHA CAHAH-- NOHOHO!!" Funny could barely form a sentence from her laughter, kicking her legs as her face was deep red. Bubba had continued, counting veryyyy slowly, just to make Funny lose her mind. "NAHAHA-- BUHUBBA, CUHUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!! IHI-- CAHAN'T TAHAKE IHIHIT!!" Funny's laughter started to get wheezy, which earned a chuckle from Bubba as he slowed the tickles to a stop.

"So, did you enjoy that, ya silly fox?~", Bubba asked teasingly, as Funny caught her breath. "Ihi-- j-just shuhut it..", she responded, a grin still on her face. Bubba shrugged with a playful eyeroll. As he was about to grab his book again, he found himself getting tightly hugged by Funny, the fox refusing to let go. Bubba giggled and shook his head, laying down.

Soon enough, the 2 friends' 'sleeping problems' were gone, both of them sound asleep.

YA!!

Bestie tickles upon ya!!

[urav3ragesw1tch]

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