I'm Comet (he/him) and I draw tickling kink/fetish art! Have fun and enjoy your stay! All of the characters will be 18+ without exception! Please respect that. I also draw commissions! Hit me up and let's discuss your idea! :) Also, let me know if you want to join my tickling art discord server! We are a great community. Current obsession: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
you think any of your characters would have pretty sensitive and ticklish nipples?
Let’s put this on a scale,
Chestre is 9/10
Oliver is 8.5/10
Uzanxeux is 9.5
I imagine Chestre and Uzanxeux feel it a bit more cause they’re super in tune with energy and magic, and Oliver is just a freak who loves being tickled….Uzanxeux does too
here's a little fic I wrote involving my OC! :) I instantly drew a picture for it as well!
You can find the story under the "Keep reading" border~
Hope you enjoy :)
(characters are 18+)
The Ticklish Lesson of Mother Nature
by Cometpunk
The forest was alive with the sounds of nature in spring. Birds chirped in the trees, insects buzzed lazily through the air, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Among the swaying grass and sun-dappled paths, a small devilish figure wandered with a carefree grin on his face. Angus was enjoying the fresh air after a long journey.
His feet padded lightly over the soft moss as he admired the tall, towering trees that stretched toward the sky. Eventually, he found a particularly large oak with sprawling branches, its bark old and gnarled, as if it had been there since the dawn of time. The sun-warmed roots looked comfortable, inviting even. With a contented sigh, Angus plopped himself down, stretched his arms, and leaned against the rough bark.
"Just a quick rest," he murmured to himself, his crimson tail curling around his leg. His eyelids drooped as the rhythmic sounds of the forest lulled him into slumber.
For a while, all was still.
A sudden rustling stirred Angus from his dreams. A soft, feminine chuckle echoed through the grove. The little guy tried to move, but something held him firmly in place. His eyes blinked open, and to his shock, he was no longer fully clothed. He was stripped down to nothing but his underwear, his tail twitching in confusion.
“What the—?!” Angus gasped, only to realise that his arms were held above his head and trapped inside the tree’s bark, as if the very oak itself had come to life.
“Oh my, my… What a naughty little devil, using my sacred tree as a mere resting spot,” cooed a velvety voice, smooth as the rustling leaves.
Angus gulped. “W-Who said that?”
The air shimmered before him, and from the bark of the tree itself, two enormous, elegant hands emerged. Their fingers were long and graceful, their nails shimmering like polished emeralds. They flexed in the sunlight before slinking towards him like a pair of curious spiders.
Angus’ stomach dropped. He had a bad feeling about this.
“W-Wait! Let’s talk about this!” he stammered, tugging at his restraints. But the tree's hold on him was unyielding.
“Oh, no, little one. You made yourself quite comfortable here,” the voice teased playfully. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
The hands moved with eerie grace, their fingers wiggling teasingly in the air as they "walked" towards his vulnerable hairy underarms like mischievous little creatures. Angus could only watch, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat.
“No, no, no — p-please!” he yelped, squirming even before they made contact. His lips involuntarily curled into an anticipating big grin, as some giggles bubbled up his throat.
Then, the fingers struck.
Ten soft, nimble fingers wiggled directly into his exposed armpits.
"AHAHAHAHAH! W-WAHAHAIT!" Angus shrieked as the unexpected sensation jolted through his nerves. He thrashed wildly, but the tree held him still, his arms stretched high above his head.
“Kootchie kootchie koo, such a ticklish little devil,” Mother Nature purred with delight. Her fingers danced along his hypersensitive hollows, stroking, scribbling, teasing without mercy.
“N-NOHOHOHHO! STHOHOHOP! Th-This is SOHOH UHUHNFAHAHIR!” Angus cackled, his tail thrashing behind him as he struggled in vain. He was hopelessly ticklish, and the hands knew exactly where to strike.
“Oh, but look at you,” the voice giggled. “So helpless, so adorably sensitive! I simply must continue.”
“NOHOHOH PLEHEHEASE! IHIH’M SOHOHOH SOHOHOHRRY! I WOHOHOHN’T do it AHAHAHAGAHAHAIN!!” Angus pleaded, his laughter growing wilder by the second. But Mother Nature was relentless, her teasing fingers never slowing, never ceasing.
She skittered her nails along his trembling ribs, wiggled against his heaving sides, and occasionally snuck down to flutter along his stomach. Angus howled with unbridled laughter, his face flushed, his body writhing helplessly under the overwhelming ticklish assault.
Then, in a sing-song voice, she suddenly began to coo:
"He giggles loud in ticklish glee, But tied he stays inside the tree!With every squeak and every plea,I will tickle more — just wait and see!”
Angus let out a squeaky giggle at the rhyme, blushing deeply. “NOHOHO HAHAHA DOHOHN’T SAHAHAHY THAHAHAT!”
Mother Nature gasped in mock surprise. “Oh? Does my little devil not like being called ticklish?” Her fingers "walked" up his ribs again, wiggling ever so close to his defenseless hollows.
Angus’ eyes widened as he saw them creeping towards his underarms. "NOHOHOHOH NOHOOHHT THEHEHEHERE!!" he squealed, shaking his head furiously.
“Such a ticklish boy,” she cooed, letting her fingers trail ever so lightly against the edges of his hollows, sending shivers down his spine. "You blush so sweetly… it's simply irresistible."
Her nails hovered for a moment before she struck once more, her fingers wiggling mercilessly into his soft underarms.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!" Ang screeched, kicking his legs as his laughter reached new heights. His cheeks burned bright red, his whole body quivering under her playful assault.
Mother Nature simply chuckled. "Oh, my poor little devil, so hopelessly, helplessly ticklish!" she teased, continuing to caress and tickle his armpits, her long nails gliding and swirling as she hummed softly. "Such a giggly, squirmy thing you are."
Just when Angus thought it couldn’t get worse, he felt something new — warm, feathery kisses pressed against his sensitized underarms. His laughter shot to an entirely new pitch.
"NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!" he wailed, his voice cracking into a helpless squeak.
Mother Nature’s invisible lips giggled against his skin. "Mmm, such soft little hollows," she purred, planting playful, ticklish kisses against the sensitive flesh. "I could just smother them in kisses all day long. Kitchy, kitchy koo koo, my little devil."
"NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
Angus shrieked and bucked wildly, completely at her mercy. His mind was reduced to nothing but frantic, ticklish sensations, trapped in Mother Nature’s endless, loving torment of physical and verbal teases.
At long last, after what felt like hours of squirmy, helpless laughter, the tickling slowed. Mother Nature’s graceful fingers gave one final, feather-light wiggle in Angus’ sensitive hollows, drawing a last high-pitched giggle from the flushed, teary-eyed little devil.
“Eeehehehehe… o-oh no more… plehehease… I-I can’t take it…” he gasped, utterly spent. His cheeks were scarlet, his breath came in soft pants, and his whole body trembled from the relentless ticklish torment.
The hands slowly retracted, and the living bark that held him in place began to loosen. With a deep, creaking sigh, the great tree released Angus from its grasp. As he returned safely to the ground, he slumped forward with a groan, too weak to stand at first, still giggling softly under his breath.
Then came the voice again — warm, rich, and playful as a spring breeze.
“Mmm… such a delight you were, my ticklish little devil,” Mother Nature cooed, her voice echoing from the leaves and flowers around him. “You laughed so sweetly… You really shouldn’t be so irresistibly ticklish, you know.
And I’ll be waiting,” she added with a sultry smile in her tone, “watching for when my favourite little devil gets just a bit too cozy in my woods again…”
As he finally sat up and looked around, the great tree before him seemed still again, innocent, ancient, unmoving. But the flowers nearby swayed as if in gentle laughter. The moss beneath him felt suspiciously soft and ticklish. He gulped.
“And next time…” her voice whispered teasingly, as if she was right behind him, “I might not stop so soon.”
Angus squeaked and scrambled to his feet, stumbling back with a nervous laugh. “N-Noted! Message received!”
Her final words floated through the breeze like a lullaby and a warning all at once:
“So run along now, little ticklish sprite, But know I’m watching, day and night. In every leaf and breeze I hide, Next time you giggle, I’ll be by your side.”
With that, the woods fell silent — peaceful again. But as Angus tiptoed away, every branch, every petal, every whisper of wind felt like it might spring to life at any second.
After all… she was everywhere.
And she couldn’t wait to get him again.
