#butt tickles

[exotic-xscapade]

Feather friendly 🪶🪽😊

[mushygiggles]

You ever just have a strong urge to smother a tickle-robot in kisses? 💕💕💕

Because I do. Tickles make me VERY kissy, what can I say hehe 👉👈 💖

Yes he's tickling her fluffy butt. Hey man, if you got a rabbit girl with a ticklish bunny-butt in your lap you HAVE to tickle it. Dats the rules. AND it gets you kisses. Win win. 💋💄❤️✨

I have no idea who this robot is yet. Another combo of all my fic crushes. But they were crafted with the robot designs from Stray in mind because all of them are CUTE. And obviously a bit of Kiff (pre-existing OC). Annddd... Pumkin from the Baman and Piderman series because.. I love them. Genderless charming BABE. 💓 (If you know, you know 🎃✨)

I daydream too much about making out with robots that tickle me so this had to be done. More on the way probably because I'm kinda INSATIABLE for this stuff. 👉👈 💕I'm pent up doll...for tickles and kisses..and bots.🪶 💋 Teehee~ /silly

[sunshineler]

you know where I super love to tickle? butts. it’s such a cute hot spot and most lees are so embarrassed when you/they themselves find out that their bum is ticklish. they get all squirmy and cute and ugh i die

butts are also fun to tickle because they’re usually an erogenous zone too which means double the squirming and whimpering. plus begging. I may or may not have a thing for making lees beg. for what though? well, that depends entirely on what they want more - for the tickles to stop or for me to make them cum

because you don’t get both

[wordstrings]

eeeeeexcellemt. how does accessor!dean feel about the fact that cas tickled his cutie patootie booty until he begged? >;)

[referenced post] Warning for mentions of Dean’s past, and also for an overabundance of punctuation and anachronistic style. This is probably not nearly as ;) as you were expecting, sorryyy!

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Dean doesn’t get embarrassed about such things, generally. Under previous ownership, he’d gotten accustomed to all sorts of treatment, which, among other things, dulled his sense of modesty. Castiel could tickle him practically naked for all he cares (except, Cas is the one who seems like he’d be uncomfortable with that, if Dean really thinks about it). What matters now, with Castiel, is the intention – no matter where Cas is touching him, Dean has trust in his master’s lack of machinations.

(He has recently noticed, though, that the atmosphere sometimes shifts into something heavy and soft, like one of the rich down covers on his master’s bed. Castiel will slow down to a pace that’s almost reverential, which Dean never really knows how to react to; or he’ll crowd in close with those burning blue eyes and that low rumbling voice, leaving Dean unable to fully catch his breath. It has absolutely zero correlation with Cas tickling his ass, or any other part of his body that one might think could be associated, and Dean really doesn’t know what to do with that.)

Thing is, though, the begging? It’s... not exactly that. At least, not begging for mercy. (Dean knows what that’s like, and he prefers not to even think about it.)

With Cas, Dean can say stop, and Cas stops. He doesn’t really like doing that; it makes him feel weak, like Cas sees him as some broken traumatized thing that needs to be pitied and coddled to make up for it. Dean is fine – some shit happened, he lived, it’s fine, really – but it’s… it makes him feel safe. And that’s stupid, he knows he’s safe with Castiel. Being “safe” isn’t something he should even be consciously thinking about; certainly not craving. Okay, so maybe he’s a little messed up. But. He can tell Cas no, and it means something. So he doesn’t go abusing the privilege.

They – the both of them, slowly – kind of figure out that it can be different, though. That Dean can be enjoying himself (because Dean does enjoy himself, a lot, he’s come to accept) but it’s just so... Cas is just so good at it, at being so exacting and persistent and… Dean just, he needs it to change or move or let up or something, he just can’t take it anymore in its current form. It almost becomes a sort of game. Cas refuses to move on unless Dean admits it or asks him to target somewhere else or otherwise (gaspingly, tearfully, cacklingly) confesses defeat. Dean has never once felt humiliated about it.

He figures Cas gets some sort of power trip out of it. Which is really the whole point of Dean’s existence in this capacity anyhow, but sometimes Cas looks so proud (of himself, Dean has to assume for a lot of it, but even proud of him he’d swear sometimes) as Dean’s wheezing through his pleas, it’s easy to think of it as something fun, a challenge they both want to meet.

So. Yes. When Castiel tickles Dean’s ass until he literally can’t stand it any longer, he does end up pretty much begging. And how does he feel about it?

Safe.