22 | ler-leaning switch | he/they | sfw | ✨️autism✨️ | Greetings! Welcome to my fixation dump! Does what it says on the tin, this is where you’ll find fluffy, sfw tickle stuff, expect a lot of fandom crap | Minors DNI
Not that Kind of Touching - Angel and Husk enjoy a cozy night in together.
Ask - Angel has a lee mood. Husk hasn't got a clue.
The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known - When Angel decides he wants to give Husk a chance at being the pampered one, they learn something about one another
Welcome Home, Pentious - Sir Pentious is allowed a visit back to Hell to see his friends again, and the gang makes up for lost time
The Wristband - Baxter asks for Charlie's assistance in testing a new machine of his, but the effects aren't what either of them expect
The Wristband Pt. 2 - Baxter's electrocution device needs more fixing than he thought, but rather than ask Charlie to be his guinea pig again, he decides it would be simpler to test it on himself
Distance is a State of Mind - Pentious invents AngelSkype and nothing else happens
Despite Everything, It's Still Us - Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb get into a bit of a tussle with ticklish assault
The Owl House:
Where's That Smile? - Gus has the perfect way to bring a smile out of a grumpy Mattholomule
A Cure for Butterflies - Tonight was the last Flyer Derby match of the season, and Hunter is having some pre-game jitters. Luckily, he has Darius to provide him with a helpful remedy
Gravity Falls:
Nothing to Prove - When Ford comes to realize how much Dipper looks up to him, he seeks out a way to show his young nephew that there's no need to be intimidated by him
(Tickle) Fight Club - Grunkle Stan thinks he's teaching Mabel how to box, but she has her own Mabel-y way of doing things.
Everybody Loves Soos - the Shack staff enjoy a lazy afternoon to themselves
Lackadaisy:
A Sudden Diversion - Ivy and Freckle get a bit distracted while repairing the car
Arcane:
These Moments That I Treasure - During one of their quiet moments in the lab, Viktor learns something about Jayce
Ridiculous Problems Require Ridiculous Solutions - Jayce refuses to get some sleep, but Viktor might have a way to convince him
The Amazing Digital Circus:
A Moment in the Dark - When Ragatha begins to spiral into self-hate, Kinger gets an extra hint on how to help her
A Moment in the Dark Pt. 2 - Ragatha wants to thank Kinger for what he did for her in the Losers Corner
Short Circuit - The Circus members discover something rather unexpected about their ringmaster
Three Times Kinger Made Ragatha Cry, and One Time He Made Her Laugh - …I mean you read the title
A Taste of Human Connection - Caine is unfamiliar with what it actually means to be a friend, so the Circus crew take it upon themselves to show him
Between Us Two - A friendly game between Pomni and Jax turns into an entirely different kind of game
Cherish The People Around You - When the battle is over and the world lies still, the ones you love will keep you moving. Kinger and Pomni share a moment of peace
One-Offs
Rebuilding - Caine makes the Circus members an offer to regain some trust with them, but are they willing to take it?
Legally Lee-Coded - Elle Woods has been able to share everything with Emmett. Everything, except a tiny little itty bitty embarrassing secret. The truth always comes out eventually, but, is that a good thing?
Unwind - Emmett is the one having a bad day now, and Elle deploys her special cheer-up technique to brighten his spirits.
To Thine Own Self Be True - A particularly sensitive tidbit of information sets off what turns into a laughable afternoon for both Daphne and Joe
Starting Over - Victor and Emily still have some reconciling to do, but the tension between them dies down and lends itself to a budding friendship
Prickles and Tickles - Miss Bianca helps untangle sticky burrs from Bernard's fur, but the timid mouse finds it difficult to hold still
if at any point you guys get a message from this thing, block them. or report as spam. that staticky thing at the top only happens when a blog is fishy
I can’t get the image out of my head of Kinger trying to cheer up Caine from something, so he pokes at him to make him laugh and goes “There’s my little gigglebug!” Caine is embarrassed but endeared cause he loves his goofy dad.
i love a helpless laugh. a laugh that catches you off guard. a laugh so genuine that you can’t keep it from tumbling out. a laugh so genuine that you can’t help the giggly whines and mirthful tears that accompany it. I typed this post while smiling and kicking my feet btw.
Starting a Reblog Thread! - Hazbin Scenes that would be better with tickling
Let's make a thread of Hazbin scenes that would be better with tickling!
For me, the 'Easy' scene would be perfect for tickle attacks! Like, it's a montage of Vaggie being intimate with Charlie to distract her from her stresses - what better way to be intimate whilst also cheering someone up than tickling them silly! There could have been clips during that montage of Vaggie sitting on top of Charlie and tickling her to tears, it would make such a cute music video. And maybe some giggles and "Vahaggie's!" over the singing (it's giving Husker laughing over the music in Love in a Bottle).
Hi just to clarify for my own asexual ass, even though the blog is mdni for your personal comfort (I'm 18+ dw), this is still a sfw, non-fetish/kink blog right? Like my asexual eyes aren't going to get flashbanged with weird tkl stuff or barely disguised tkl stuff with weirder intentions? Or reblogs from people who ARE the nsfw kind? /Genq
Oh no, all SFW here! Nonsexual tickles through and through
Unless MY autistic ass reblogged something I didn't catch had sexual undertones 😬
Despite Everything, It's Still Us || Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic ||
A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED THIS WIP! took a hot second but it's here! pentious is TOO much fun to write for, and these two make a very cute couple. bon appetit!
Summary: Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb get into a bit of a tussle with ticklish assault
Word count: 2,190
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"You slippery little fuck!"
Up until recently, Sir Pentious would have been scared out of his skin right now. Cherri was chasing after him through the hotel lobby like a jaguar on a hunt, and he was hightailing it the fuck out of there.
But things were different now. He had fallen in love with her. And she had loved him back.
That second part was what surprised him the most.
Their dynamic had changed a lot since he ascended to Heaven, and yet it almost feels like nothing has changed at all. The thud of his heart still battered his ribs like a ram in her company, sweat still dotted his brow when he made eye contact with her, and his stomach seemed to do somersaults when they touched. How funny it is that romance and hateful bloodlust felt so similar.
He had made a promise to himself to behave whilst visiting Hell. He was a changed man, a fuller man than the one who died burdened by shame. He had friends now, and some sense of agency over himself. Now that the Seraphims had granted him access to both Heaven and Hell as he pleased, he had the freedom to live the best of both worlds.
And he stupidly chose to indulge in that freedom by ticking Cherri off.
He couldn't help but tease her just a little. He honestly didn't know how else to speak to her. Anytime he tried to open his mouth, no words would come out. Just nervous babbling that left him feeling more like a mouse than a snake. So, he pushed her proverbial buttons. He had to admit, reformed as he was, being a little prick was quite fun.
Cherri was gaining on him. "Get back here, you little shit!"
Pentious turned back to blow a raspberry, and like always, his hubris would be his downfall.
He hadn't been watching where he was going and slammed face-first into the hotel's wall.
"Ssshit" he groaned. The race of his heart grew faster as he felt Cherri scoop him up off the floor, carry him over to the lobby's couch, and flop him down like he was an emaciated rat.
"So," Cherri huffed, still catching her breath, "still think bugging me was worth it?"
Not really, no, he thought to himself.
Stubborn, he smiled coyly up at her. "All I did was help you with your exercissse! I'd say a thank you is in order."
"You were playin' keep-away with my MP3 player."
"Well, it got you moving, didn't it?" he quipped, smiling like a doofus. Perhaps she would lose interest in killing him if he looked cute enough.
Cherri looked down at him in disbelief. This pesky little fucker was so annoying. Annoying and fun, and sweet, but definitely still annoying. Whatever. She could handle him easy.
Popping a foot up beside Pentious's head, she leaned in and cracked her knuckles exaggeratedly.
"Any last words?"
It was a good quality of an opponent to know when you've been beaten. To throw in the towel, on the off-chance that you will be granted mercy for complying. Now was not the time to be cheeky. Now was the time to apologize politely for taking her belongings and offer to leave her be.
"You've gotten sssslower" he hissed, staring death in the face.
At first, Cherri said nothing. Only steadied herself and adjusted her weight to keep her balance.
Pentious thought for a moment that she had bluffed, that maybe the fight just wasn't in her today. How foolish he still was.
It was in that moment that Cherri had chosen to squeeze sporadically up and down his sides (or wherever sides would be; it was difficult to tell with him being a snake and all).
Pentious shrieked in surprise, wriggling around like a worm on a hook. Her touch sent jolts of laughter coursing through him, heightened by his serpent-like form. Being an animal with so many abdominal muscles is not very advantageous when tickling is involved. In fact, Pentious would go on record to say that it was quite the opposite. It just meant more parts to tickle.
He could hear his own giggles echo out in the otherwise empty room, and while it did mortify him that he was caught sounding so child-like, Cherri's accompanying laughter put him a little at ease. If he wanted to share this moment with anyone, it was her.
He also needed her to stop tickling him there goddammit before he threw his back out.
Neither need was mutually exclusive.
"Anywh-any-" Pentious gasped.
"What?" Cherri chuckled.
"Anywh-ehehe-re else!" shrieked.
"Ohhhh, I get it. You want me to tickle somewhere else."
"Yes!"
In retrospect, he probably should have known that that wouldn't work.
Cherri paused for a moment, just long enough for Pentious to venture a look up at his torturer. "Whatever the bossman wants."
With her hand, now fashioned into a claw, she skittered and crawled up to the snake's neck. Front and back, side to side, up and down; there wasn't an inch of skin that didn't jump wildly under her nails.
The other hand, went right back to squeezing his side.
Pentious let out a rather long squeal, and very nearly headbutted his nemesis with the force with which he folded inward. The sounds that he made were hard to describe, as they were ones he had never even heard before. It sounded like someone was torturing a chicken.
His hood, while it would be most effective staying shut, was so overwhelmed with this giddy panic that it started to rapidly open and close, making for a rather unintimidating display, like a bird dancing for a potential mate.
Cherri snorted at the sight.
Pentious couldn't really blame as her, as the stupidity of the moment was making him laugh too. Damn his reptilian reflexes.
He couldn't exactly answer at that moment, so Cherri slowed her attack just enough to bring his breath back, just enough to keep him giggling.
Pentious's crazed laughter died down as he laid there helplessly, finally opening his eyes to meet Cherri's.
"You alright?" she repeated, softer this time.
"Mhm" Pentious nodded, with a dreamy look in his eyes that made Cherri's insides melt, because even after being tickled to his wit's end, he still looks at her like he's the happiest sinner in the world, if only when he is with her. Transformed was the man who was once her rival. It was like there was a whole new person looking up at her.
Oh, what the hell! She couldn't resist.
Cherri leaned down to gingerly nose Pentious's neck. "Your face is all flushed" she hummed. With tender care, she planted little kisses all over the ticklish skin she had just attacked.
That, and the puffs of her breath, tickled very pleasantly, and Pentious couldn't help the way his shoulder bounced. "I wonder whose fault that is."
"Obviously yours, for picking a fight you couldn't win" Cherri stated.
"I told you, I was helping you work out."
"I don't believe that for a second."
"Good, because I didn't mean a word of it."
Cherri inhaled and blew a raspberry on his neck, right where it met the shoulder.
"EHEHEhehehe!" Pentious giggled, sounding much more like a mouse than a snake. "Not those infernal blueberries!"
"They're called raspberries, you dingbat, and you know you love them."
Pentious's words cut out in some places due to the huffs of his laughter. "About as much as I love a heart attack."
"Tickle you long enough, and I might just give you one."
"You wouldn't."
"Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't."
The shifting body underneath her prompted Cherri to raise her head to find Pentious leaning in for a kiss. A kiss she very happily accepted.
Cherri's body had started to melt in her lover's embrace, finally taking the chance to relax against him.
Which was what he had been waiting for.
He brought his lips to her ear. "I might."
Her jellied arms hit the floor as Pentious grabbed her and rolled them both onto the floor, with Pentious now sitting atop her.
Even with her brute strength outmatching his, the angle was too awkward, and there wasn't enough surface area to build up force. She was stuck.
Cherri growled defeatedly. "Oh you little bastard!"
"You didn't expect that I would simply get up and walk away, did you?" Pentious laughed his signature evil laugh, basking in his victory. "You see, your choice of words 'picking a fight I couldn't win' implies that I get a turn."
In that moment, Cherri gazed up at her boyfriend and glimpsed now remnants of the man whom she had once battled with. The Sir Pentious with a warship birthed from his own two hands. The Sir Pentious with a dangerous mind that had routinely nearly brought her to her knees. The Sir Pentious with the sinister glimmer just beyond his eyes. There was a lust there, a crave, a predation, for the calculated destruction he wrought. Something Cherri had not seen in any other sinner, that level of glorious rampage.
Pentious was a good man, but he was also a mad one.
"This, my dear, is my turn" he hissed.
Cherri had just enough time to gasp before she felt his claws spider over her protruding hip bones.
Her laugh came easily, loud and exuberant and full of snorting, as she kicked out fruitlessly trying to get out from under him.
Pentious, meanwhile, had melted instantaneously. He had put on a tough face for the game of it, but he had to deny his every instinct to let out a great big awwww!
He couldn't help it, he was soft. That was something that had regularly gotten him overpowered in the fiery tussles of hell.
He was a sap and they both knew it, so he allowed himself a moment of sweetness.
"Did it hurt when you fell into hell? Because you- wait no" he stuttered. "Did- did you- did it- when heaven-"
"You're SUCH a dohohork!" Cherri mercifully interrupted his trainwreck, shouting through her laughter.
"Alright fine, maybe so," Pentious regained his composure, "but I've got you here squirming around on the floor.
"And I can tickle tickle tickle you to my heart's content."
To illustrate his point, he raised his claws up to the top of Cherri's belly and slowly dragged them down to the pudge at the bottom.
And still, he did not stop taunting. "I could have you smiling all day long. How does that sound, Miss Bomb?"
Fuck, he was disturbingly good at teasing, Cherri grimaced.
Obviously she couldn't let him know that. With some struggle, she raised a single finger to her boyfriend's face.
Pentious promptly ignored it. "Oh my! What's this I've discovered here! A button, for me? I have no choice but to press it, of course."
He then wiggled a single claw over Cherri's bellybutton, following after it as she tried to worm herself away.
Cherri cackled with her whole throat, head thrown back. "YOU'RE EHEHEVIL!"
"You started it!"
"You did!"
"Oh, right."
As Cherri lost herself to her wild laughter, Pentious smiled warmly down at her, and moved his claws to scratch gently at her ribs, a place where he knew wasn't excruciating but would at least keep her twitching in place.
Cherri was certainly grateful he had abandoned her stomach, and wheezed out some giggles.
Pentious lowered his face down-
Oh fuck, Cherri blanched.
-and nibbled his teeth onto her midriff.
It drove her crazy, the gentle way he glided his fangs along her skin, incredibly careful not to puncture.
Pentious was still grinning the whole time, which admittedly made his task more difficult, but it was working anyway.
There were few things in this realm that he loved more than the wonderful sound of his sweet Cherri's laugh. He meant what he said earlier, although he said it to be threatening: he would have her smiling all day long if he could, if it wouldn't kill her twice over.
Cherri Bomb was well worth waiting for; well worth fighting for, well worth dying for, just about anything really.
He could've kept on losing to her in battle for a thousand lifetimes, if that was what it took to remain by her side.
Fortunately, he didn't have to fight anymore.
Pentious turned his head so that his cheek was cushioned by Cherri's quivering belly, and stayed there. Fingers stopping, eyes closing. His entire body cuddled up to her and her warm blood, cozying himself against the fire of her love.
Realizing the tickling had stopped, Cherri placed a hand at the back of Pentious's head and rubbed it, the way one would to comb through someone's hair.
There they laid, not a word spoken between them. There was nothing to be said that wasn't already made apparent.
I love you, and this is where we belong.
What a wonderful life to live.
Cherri spoke first. "You do know I'm going to tickle you again, right?"
