#tickle research

[furryticklermommy]

Fucking YES PLEASE!

So, the first one is from a tickle porn studio, and follows the needle like appendages you can see in so many furry tickle arts (like from Caroo)

The second one was made by a group of scientists, who wanted to determine the gender difference of ticklish feet, and the intimate importance of tickling.

Apparently from how the scientists made the machine, it uses magnetic bristles, and it can slip into any shoe.

[gale-force-storm]

You know, I think my favorite thing about Gale's whole "watching you in battle makes me horny" scene is like. He's not wrong. A brush with danger does in fact increase one's desire for "other forms of stimulation". Studies have shown that being in situations that cause a rush of adrenaline, be that going on a roller coaster, seeing a scary movie, walking across a swinging suspension bridge, or something else, increase feelings of attraction. It's literally a Known Thing that adventurous stuff is great to do on a date because it will most likely make you more into each other.

Idk, I just love that his come-on is not only extremely nerdy, but also scientifically accurate. Feels correct and I'm glad they did it lol

[illarian-rambling]

I need to write a 2-5 page short story for my class, and the voices are telling me to do a saturation diving horror story >:)

[violet-moonstone]

remembering a little scene from "age of bronze" by eric shanower (which i highly suggest anyone who likes greek mythology and especially mycenaean history should read -- if you can handle how fucked up the story is) where agamemnon is annoyed by how heartbroken menelaus is over helen, and he turns to his bestie odysseus and says something like "let me give you some advice, odysseus: never fall in love with your wife" (gods know agamemnon doesnt love -- or deserve -- clytemnestra) and odysseus is just like...."uhh yeah...it's a bit late for that"

[leonisandmurex]

Tickle fight! || William & Charlotte, Lilibet & Margot, Peter & James, Louise & Isla, Charles & William, Diana & William, William, George, Charlotte & Louis, Charles & Diana, Elizabeth & Charles, Catherine & Louis

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 13: Ovipositioning + scent

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom top amab gn naga reader, trans sub bottom Malleus Draconia, double penetration, monsterfucking, ovipositioning, scent kink, hypno, brief tickling, brief armpit stuff, animalistic, breeding kink, squirting

Terms used for Malleus: cunt, pussy, hole, entrance, tits, clit, t-cock

“Malleusss,” the fae stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. 

He can’t even see you yet; you’re deep in the cave, and he's just at the mouth, but you can already sense he’s there. He gets over his shock fairly easily when he remembers your sense of smell is significantly better than his.

Malleus goes deeper into the cave he frequents so often these days, smiling softly at the sight of you. 

You’re all coiled up, your snake tail wrapped under you several times to support your human upper body, surrounded by a nest of blankets and lanterns. Malleus’ cheeks heat when he catches sight of some of his clothes in your nest.

“I don’t know if you sshould be here right now,” you mumble, knowing he’ll hear you even while across the room. Malleus frowns, stepping closer,

“Why not?” your tongue flickers out as your eyes graze across his body. The way that you look at him sends a shiver from the crown of Malleus’ head down his body.

“It’s time for me to mate,” you explain bluntly. 

Malleus knows what that means, and it makes his pussy embarrassingly wet embarrassingly fast.

“I want to help,” he confesses breathlessly. You give him a toothy grin as a response, showing off your fangs- which are much larger than his. 

“You’ll take my eggs, Malleus?” you ask, slowly uncoiling your tail. Malleus, whose mouth has gone dry, nods. “C’mere then, small thing,” you beckon him towards you, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Malleus strips himself swiftly, then nearly trips on his way to you. At least he doesn’t embarrass himself by squeaking when your tail circles around him tightly and lifts him up (like what happened the first time you did it). 

Your tail wraps around his midsection, so his arms and chest are exposed, as well as his legs and pussy. You hoist him up effortlessly so that you’re face to face. Malleus reaches out, needing a kiss from you. Of course, you indulge him, kissing him as your hands roam around his body. 

Malleus moans when your split tongue enters his mouth. He wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. The two of you kiss for a while, only pulling away when you both become breathless. 

“You smell sso fucking good,” you groan, licking his neck. Malleus lets out a small giggle at the ticklish feeling. You pull away, your eyes wide, “Oh Malleus your laugh is sso cute!” you’re pulled out of your horny headspace for long enough to exclaim. He blushes, squirming in your hold. 

“Sweet, helpful, cute laugh, smell good,” you tighten your hold on him just a bit, “the perfect mate,” you coo. Malleus pulls you in for another kiss, enjoying the praise but needing things to get going because his pussy already feels like it’s dripping by now.

“Please,” he murmurs against your lips, licking your fangs. You pull away, flicking your tongue against his lips before asking,

“Please, what?” 

“Please, breed me,” you groan again, one of your hands drifting from his chest to between his legs. 

“Before we start,” you rub his clit gently, “when the time comes for me to deposit my eggs, I’m going to have to… hypnotize you,” you’re hesitant with your explanation. Malleus feels himself clench around nothing at your words, excitement coursing through him. “Isss that okay? Becausse I can put you down and-”

He nods his head wildly, “it’s okay, it’s okay, please,” he whines, enthusiastically giving his consent. You grin, finally slipping your fingers inside of him.

Malleus lets out a soft moan, already fluttering around you, needing more. As you prep him you flick your tongue around his body, catching his scent wherever you can. You lick around his neck, his chest- catching the sweat that drips between his perky tits-, nudging your head under his arms and in his armpits. By the time you have four fingers scissoring inside of him you’ve flicked your tongue along nearly every part of his exposed skin.

“Are you ready, small thing?” 

“Yes,” Malleus nearly wails. You kiss his head and base of his horns (causing his breath to hitch) as you pull your fingers from him. He whines quietly at the loss. You reach around your nest quickly, and pull out lube.

You move him around, closing any distance between the two of you as you press his pussy to your cloaca. Malleus tries to grind against you and his clit catches against one of your hemipenises as they come out. You douse your cocks with the lube before pressing them against his entrance. 

It takes a bit of effort, but you’ve done this before (and back in his dorm Malleus stretches himself regularly so he’s able to take both your penises), so sooner than later you have both your dicks pressed inside of him. 

His breathing has gotten beyond labored at this point- in fact Malleus is nearly panting. You’ve subconsciously been tightening your tail around him as your cocks are engulfed in his wet, hot cunt.

“Fuck, Malleusss,” you groan, pressing yourself against his body as much as you can. Malleus clings to you fluttering around your lengths as he adjusts to the intrusion. 

“You may move,” he tells you after a second, unprepared for the way that you jerk your hips out of him and snap them back roughly. Your primal urges have taken a hold of you and Malleus can only hold on for the ride as you fuck him hard and deep. He’s thankful you have the mind to jerk off his t-cock, getting him off with you. 

“Feel sso good, hah, sssmell sso good, my- ungh- my perfect mate,” you praise. Malleus lets out a muted whimper, "gonna ssstuff your womb full of my eggs," you promise, and the hand that's not rubbing at his clit goes to feel at his stomach. 

"Please," is all Malleus can moan weakly. Though he’s not yet near his own mating season, he’s as desperate to feel your eggs inside of him as he would be were he in heat.

You kiss him once, “I’m gonna bite you,” you tell him, grazing your fangs along his lips, “you’re gonna feel sso relaxed ah-and sssleepy, sso it doesn’t hurt,” Malleus nods eagerly. “It’ss gonna wear off, hah, but ‘m gonna keep my mate sssafe,” you murmur, your pace erratic now. Malleus thinks you might be talking more to yourself right now than you are to him, but he nods along anyways.

You move your head down to bite at his neck, and Malleus can feel you inject some kind of venom into his body. While you lick and suck at the section you bit, he feels woozy and dizzy, and then like he’s on cloud nine. For the first time in a very long time he feels utterly at ease. His body goes lax, and he stares at you with lidded eyes as the hypnotizing effects of your venom take full effect.

“Good, good mate,” you moan, feeling so close to climax. Malleus hums softly, acknowledging that he can hear you, but responding takes too much effort for him right now.

He cums first, squirting as he lets out a gurgled, guttural moan. You fuck him through it, and cum soon after, pushing the first of many eggs into Malleus’ now relaxed hole. 

Holding him close to your body you press three eggs in without a hitch. But by the time the fourth egg pushes its way into his pussy, Malleus lets out a slurred, pained whimper. 

“Shhh,” you coo softly, running your hands through his long sweat drenched hair. “Doing sso good mate, taking my eggs so well,” you praise. Malleus’ head lolls into your touch, making your heart flutter. 

With you praising and petting him you get the next couple in easily. Around the time that the eighth egg works its way into his womb, the effects from your venom start to wear off. Malleus lets out a pained groan, clinging to you tight and clenching around your cocks. You maneuver your tail around so you can touch his swollen belly. 

“You’re doing so good baby,” you tell him as you move around some of the eggs by pushing on his belly, “just a couple more, I know you can do it.” He doesn’t answer, but you feel his hole flutter around your dicks as you push in the ninth one. 

In the end you deposit a good 15 eggs into him. Malleus is sweating, starving, and exhausted by the end. You gently lift him off your hemipenis and set him down carefully in your nest, covering him with fuzzy, cozy blankets. Your dicks retreat back into your cloaca, and you lean down to kiss his forehead. 

“I’ll go get you a washcloth and some food and water,” you go to move, but Malleus weakly reaching out to you stops you. 

“Would you please stay with me for a little while first?” he asks so sweetly that there’s not a chance in hell that you would ever say no. 

You snuggle up next to him, gently wrapping your tail around the two of you as you pull him close to your body.

[kanene-yaaay]

The Shine in My Eyes (Can Someone Turn Off The Lights?)

Kanene’s notes: Heya heyaaa! I received that request AGES ago and thank you very much for your patience, bean! I hope you like the story, even tho I strayed from the original prompt.

I didn’t proofread it because I really wanted to post it as soon as I could sdfghjjhgfd so maybe some parts are confusing or repetitive, pls just hmu if that is the case ^.^)

Warnings: Light angst and hurt/comfort. Light and rough tickles. Ticklish!Reader and Ler!Moon. Around 4.000 words. Can be platonic or romantic. Sun is mentioned.

[~*~]

“Sleep?” The raspy voice questioned, so quiet that you would almost believe that it was part of your imagination if it wasn’t the amount of times you heard that same question in the last months. It spiked a warm feeling on your chest.

You would almost smile if it wasn’t the mild headache taking over your entire brain. 

“No.”

Cold, metallic hands touched your elbow, leading to an involuntary flinch that quickly disappeared when your mind catched up to whom the hand was. Moon continued, traveling his hands upwards your arm with careful, light and slow touches, telegraphing his movements enough that you could perfectly picture his form slouched next to you on the couch, head tilted, attentive eyes watching your body language and scans looking for signals of distress. It was good that you didn’t even need to open your own eyes to see that, knowing pretty well that doing so would only aggravate your pain.

Frustration ran hot on your throat, making you clench your jaw in response. Your eyes itched, still aching after hours staring at the computer’s screen after an entire morning of going out to do chores and shopping. There was an uncomfortable pressure on the back of your head. Yesterday it all wasn’t good either. This sucked. This really sucked.

Moon pulled you up from the urge to give up to the darkest thoughts peeking on the corner of your mind by taking the light fabric over your eyes and changing it for another one, damp from being recently bathed in cold water. A relieved sigh flees through your lips, your fists unclenching (when did you start pressing your nails in your palms again?) and being lifted to clean a couple of stray tears that now ran across your cheeks.

Two bigger hands overlapped yours, silicone digits wiping the water away before a humming began filling the air. You could almost picture the way the animatronic’s body was swaying from one side to another in the rhythm of the lullaby.

“Fuzzy, fuzzy.” The touch quickly changed directions so it would be playing with your hair, massaging and scratching your scalp with the skill of an animatronic that passed weeks fixated on human hairs and would spend another plentiful of weeks being amazed by their softness, form and type, waiting for you to lower your guards so he could try to convince you to let him try another hairstyle. Maybe you should consider buying them a wing. Sun would love it. You could almost hear the uncontrollably, excited rambling already. A small grin grazed your lips. A finger booped your nose. “You’re fuzzy because you’re tired. Sleep. Go to sleep.”

“Contrary to your belief, sleep doesn’t solve all the problems in the world.” Moon huffed at the lightheaded poke of fun, instead choosing to pinch your poor nose in retaliation. You swatted at his general direction, knowing very well it wouldn’t hit the target nevertheless. It was the thought that counts. “Besides, if I take a nap now it will destroy my sleep schedule for today. I am at least trying to keep it healthy.”

More like, you had now two animatronics that would either began to fuzz over your bad habits, nervously twisting his fingers and anxiously spinning his sunrays, hovering and doing his best to make you feel better while trying to not overstep any boundaries and respect your (bad) choices or follow you at night with light steps and clicking sounds, calmly and happily accompanying you through your chosen night activities while also attempting to subtly nudge you to the direction of your room (and, consequently, your bed).

Of course, every now and then all of you would have your missteps. Some days Sun would tremble uncontrollably and hug you tightly when you tried to go out, chatting non stop over your and Moon’s attempts to comfort him. Another nights you would move too quickly or suddenly and Moon’s eyelights would go to a bright red and he would tackle you on the floor, body frozen on a security code he no longer had, but that still affected him. Other weeks everything would feel too much and you would push them far and away and wonder when it all came to this. Why did all came to this.

But… 

But then there were also be days where Sun would skip around the house, a happy humming that made his entire circuits vibrate - and kind of reminded you of a cat - on the tip of his tongue, a batch of homemade cookies or a new colored drawing waiting for you after a long day. There would be moments when your presence and Moon’s comforting, teasy banter would be able to make his sunrays twitch less anxiously and for him to smile brighter, every shoulder bump, every poke, every half hug and every lingering touch would be a promise and a confession (I am here I am here I care I am here).

There would be moments when Moon would come at your room with his hands once again tangled in a mess of yarn’s strands and he would grumble at your light pokes of fun and refuse to tell about his new project so he could catch you and Sun by surprise and tease you both about your reactions afterwards. There would be nights when he would be frozen and twitchy and feel the worst because he can’t get his body to move and you would start telling him about your day, about a funny meme you saw on internet and and interesting something he maybe didn’t know yet about humans or the world that exists around them, and then, bit by bit, he would be able to move (his entire systems blastring friend friend my friend my dear friend over and over above the instinct of threat catch eliminate) and you would watch a movie.

And there would be moments when you gave them surprise gifts because it seems like their wonder about the world, the universe and humanity would never disappear no matter how much time they spent out of that mall. There would be days they would leave warm dishes and hot drinks on your desk, when they would hug and hold you close when you were ready to face them, when they would listen to you and sing soft lullabies or distract you with games and banter until a smile and a soft feeling took over the sadness and red eyes.

There would be days that you spent looking for new activities or experiences the animatronics hadn’t tried yet, preparing another good memory for them to have. There would be afternoons when Sun would dance with you across the living room because he knew how much you loved that song. There would be evenings when Moon would wipe your tears and distract you from your aching eyes because he knew that bad thoughts are easier to fight when you’re not alone.

Evenings just like this one.

“Thinking too hard.” Moon pressed his thumb firmly on your forehead, pulling you out of your thoughts (again). “Too hard. Must rest. Sush.”

You snorted. “Wow. Thank you, man. I have no idea how I lived until now without your rich life advices.”

“Cheeky brat.” A playful poke was jabbed on your side, fishing a surprised yelp from your lips. 

Silence.

“Let’s play a game.”

A jumpy ‘zing!’ ran across your spine at the dangerous and incredibly joyful tune that took over his raspy voice, and you immediately knew that there wouldn’t be another ending for this day other than you becoming a mess of laughter on the couch. Still, even when a wobbly smile stretched on your face you tried to sound firm.

“No.” It didn’t work very well. There was no heat in it, titters already bubbling in the back of your throat. Your arms began moving and flailing in the general direction of his snickers.  “Moon, no. Give me your hands. Give me your hands right no-o-ow, come on!” Your words began fading and twinkling in between stubborn giggles and squeaks as a wave of pokes and squeezes began attacking your entire torso from seemingly everywhere. 

"Sorrrrry, Moonlight. Can you repeat that?" He was prodding your ribs now, tapping his fingers on each one of them, escaping from your grabbing hands with ease, not taking long before his attack changed to a light pinching of that absurdly vulnerable spot that connected your belly with your sides. His delighted tune showed that he was not sorry at all. "Can't hear you over all of those wiggly giggly giggles. Care to repeat what you just said? Hm?"

His attacks were getting even harder to predict, the cloth on your eyes helping in nothing your current state, actually, the fact that you couldn’t see where he would strike next only made butterflies fly excitedly on your nerves.

Before a reply could leave your mouth, however, his hands began spidering all across your midsection, digits fluttering and dancing on your stomach, barely scratching the sensitive skin next to your bellybutton, teasing and worming their way up and down, from a side to another on your stomach, exploring and tickling every available space until it could calmly rest on your hips, still softly scribbling the ticklish spot with no worries in his heart.

It was hard to not squirm with the tickles, even more so to control the yelps and chuckles that kept falling from your mouth like a waterfall. Especially with Moon's taunting squeezes that never failed to appear when you never expected and fish a squeaky snort.

You tried to talk once again.

He digged his fingers just the slightly bit on the flesh of your hips.

Your hands flew to hold his wrists, lips pressed firmly shut with the willpower that he, the evil jester, the mean clown wouldn't get not even a single more yelp from you.

"I think someone wants to laugh. ~" The whispering wasn't even that close, the animatronic not even having a breath to make it so taunting but you still felt the urge to scrunch your neck and protect your sensitive ears, knowing very well they were one of their favorite places to attack. "Someone here, a very ticklish, very giggly and silly-silly-silly someone wants to laugh sooo much right now… isn’t that right, starlight?"

His hands (still being held but not pushed away by yours) calmly crawled across your sides, drumming on your ribs and still going up until both of them laid on your shoulders, scribbles and scratches leading their way up to your chin, leading your squirms even worse with all the giddy anticipation that traveled across your nerves and made it hard to stay still in the same place.

"Such precious, beautiful laughter and giggles trapped right here." He tsked, one of his hands traveling slowly - all his movements now were surprisingly and still slow, as if he was telegraphing his moves for you - to tease the underline of your jaw. "Greedy, greedy. Wanting to keep all of your adorable reactions all for yourself. You need to learn to share."

His voice was closer. Much closer than before. Danger sirens blasted on your brain but the effort to not laugh and succumb to the ticklish scratches now focusing on unfairly attacking the shell of your ears and the spot right behind them distracted you too much to realize what was about to happen. Why was his voice closer? 

A low, half filled with joy and half with mischief chuckle filled the air. And suddenly you knew the answer. 

“Moon, don’t you dare-!” But it was too late, the unbearable buzzing already taking over your senses, the raspberry spreading like electricity across every single inch of ticklish skin on your neck, pulling all the laughter, all the squeaks, snorts and titters from their hiding spots, making a smile stretch from a side to another on your face.

It didn’t last more than one or two minutes, however. And soon enough Moon was changing and re-adjusting the cloth over your eyes since the last one was already dry and it had fallen from its place with all the struggles. It was dark and your vision was still slightly blurry, but the smirk over the other’s faceplate was crystal clear, his head spinning twice before it bobbed in your direction. 

You mentioned for him to come closer, giggles still running away from your mouth uncontrollably. When he did as asked, your hands held his face with care, thumbs caressing the metal of his cheeks, red eyes watching your expression with adoration and wariness.

“I…” You took a good gulp of oxygen, letting your voice in a sweet, lovely tune, giant smile still plastered on your features. “Will destroy you once I’m free.”

The wheezing sound that came out of his system was loud and uncontrollable, a few parts of his exoskeleton clicking non stop in a kind of amusement that only happened when his guard was down and he was caught by surprise.

You probably just made it even worse to yourself. It was clear for the way that Moon’s eyes squinted until they looked like a crooked smile.

But the promise was worth it. Maybe you could even ask for Sun’s help. His teases were basically unbearable to endure.

“Lay down, lay down, troublemaker.” Careful touches pushed your shoulders so they would go back to a laying position, the piece of fabric being again put over your eyes and bringing a sense of cold relief. It almost made up for the fact that you were walking to a trap.

Well, at least it was a comfortable one.

“Perrrrrfect.” You felt Moon lifting your legs, sitting on the free space on the couch and then laying said ones on his lap. “You laughed, now it means you have to play my game.~”

You wondered if you would be able to get to your room and lock yourself before the animatronic could catch you.

As if reading your thoughts, two hands locked on the spot right above your knees, not squeezing (not yet) but being close enough that a wobbly tune began painting your grin and the need to wiggle away started itching on your nerves.

“Alright.” You acquiesced, the grumpy pout being quickly erased when a single finger skittered on the ticklish skin under your knees. Cheater. “Alright. What is the game?” 

“Say the word.” Confusion must have shown on your face, because Moon continued his sentence. “I write and you say the word, right, squeaky mouse?” As if to confirm his words, he clawed your kneecap, fishing a squeal.

You didn’t answer right away, the squeezes became more and more quicker.

“Ok, ok!!” Kicks did nothing to dislodge the attack, and by the way Moon snickered, he knew very well that. Laughter began bubbling once again on your throat. “I agree! I already agrehehehed, stohohop!”

Satisfied, the animatronic relented his tickling, hands not more touching anything.

Strangely enough that only made you feel even more ticklish, tingles and shivers running and spreading everywhere.

“Guess.”

And then they were back.

The tip of his index finger touches your thigh in a straight line, goosebumps following the scribbling as it changed to lay in the middle of the previous straight line only to make another, tiny, tickly, horribly tickly bolts of electricity teasing the nerves as he repeated the sign, over and over again.

“Guess.”

An only finger dancing and tracing your thigh. It shouldn’t be able to tickle so much. It shouldn’t affect you this much. But it was so light. It was so unbearably light and soft. It was…

It was a letter.

“Ihihihi! It’s an ‘I’!”

“Yesss.” Moon seemed delighted at the snickers, more than happy to see you playing along the silly game and forgetting the reason for your earlier tears. “Second one. Four letters” He got closer to your knee, but instead of one, now two fingers danced and scratched the sensitive skin, going up - once again in a straight line - before going down and to the right - another line, - repeating the movements thrice before moving to the kneecap, softly tracing circles on it again and again and again and again and-

“Move on!” You could feel the heat creeping on your neck and face, the airy giggles becoming more and more frenetic and uncontrollable as the previous daycare attendant refused to focus his attention elsewhere. He did, however, continue after a few more seconds, not wanting to scramble your thoughts so much. 

Moon lifted your leg just a little bit, just enough for him to reach with no problem behind your knee, pulling his touch downwards before going right up, as if his touch was doing little jumps on the spot, zings and more zings of tickly electricity pulling hints of snorts on your reactions.

Lowering his tracing a bit more he arrived to your calf. One straight line up. One to the right. Go a tad downwards the first line. Another line. More downwards. One more line.

He began repeating the tracing. You felt like all of your other tickle spots were tingling in empathy for the calve’s struggles.

“Lohohove! It’s ‘I love’!” A wheeze escaped from your lips and filled the air. Was he really writing I love you? “That is so chehehesy.”

“Sush, sush, sush, cute teapot.” A couple of squeezes. More kicks in protest. “Third word. Five letters.”

Wait. Five?

Now, Moon moved closer to your ankles, three fingers scribbling and drawing the letters, slipping way too close to your soles for it to be only a mistake. It took him having to ‘write’ the word more three times since your brain simply erased any and every knowledge as soon as he felt those nails scraping the skin of  your ankles.

“Being!” You shouted, once again descending in breathless laughter and squirms when the animatronic confirmed that your guess was right, firmly rubbing and massaging the sensitive skin so that you could get a break and breathe more steadily. 

It took a while before snorts and quiet squeals stopped taking over your voice and your legs stopped tingling and sending shivers across your body. You didn’t even was usually that ticklish on your legs, but the mix of light and soft teases and not being able to see what he would do next making your sensitivity spike to the sky.

The game had a logic, however. Thighs, knees, calves, ankles… If you weren’t mistaken, then the next one would be…

Another ‘zing!’ ran down your spine.

“Last word. Seven letters.”

Seven letters.

I love being…

“Wait, wait, wait!” You tried pulling your legs away, but the hands were keeping them nice and cozy in his firm grip. The cloth fell from your eyes and you looked for his, an unstable, pleading grin on your face. “Moon, wait, you know I can’t!” His eyes only squinted more in mischief, smirk growing on his mouth unashamedly. That son of a- “I can’t say it, Moon, please! I swear Moon, I cahahan’t!”

He lifted his hands, fingers wiggling in the air. For a moment you thought that the sentient robot was waving you goodbye since he was about to absolutely kill you dead. But then you heard it.

A faint buzzing, dancing and filling the room.

“No!”

The clawing hand slowly began moving to your feet.

“Last word. Five letters.”

“Don’t you dare!” You had no idea how your voice didn’t break any windows with how high pitched and loud it was, the hysterical, belly laughter already bubbling in the back of your throat as pleas fell like flocks from your lips. “Moon, don’t you dare! No! Come on! Do NOT-”

The buzzing, still discharging small ticklish sparks of electricity touched your sole.

Everything, for a blissful moment, froze.

Then it all came crashing down.

The buzzing filled every single inch of your nerves, tickling in ways that should be illegal, especially as the animatronic - the traitor - began moving to trace the spot as if you could concentrate in the letters being written over all the incoherent babbles and pleas that generously painted the laughter taking over your senses.

You already knew the word that was being written, and was very aware that said one didn’t need all the scratches being delivered to the arch of your feet, or the scribbles that attacked without mercy the balls of your feet and digged under and in between your toes, wiggling and tickling and tickling there without a care in the word.

“I will write it again.” Moon basically purred, sounding too much like the perfect personification of a very smug cat. “Pay attention, gigglebug.”

Before you could protest the fingers were once again traveling across your soles, repeating the attacks and now focusing on all the weak spots they found in their way, fishing plentiful of squeals, squeals, yelps, giggles, titters and snorts in their way.

Everything stayed like that for a few pieces of time. Laughing filling the air, buzzing and tickling taking over every sense. The melodious symphony fulfilling hearts.

And then it stopped.

Moon chuckled, once again rubbing the spot so the ghost tickle feeling would disappear faster, even if your remanent tittering laughter still stretched between you both.

“Did you discover the word?” 

You opened your eyes, wiping a few tears that escaped and trying to look chastising at the robot in front of you, although your burrowed frown didn’t hold any heat, especially with the wide smile still blossoming on your face, shining eyes staring directly at him.

Moon only chuckled more.

“Alright, alright. Troublemaker. But one day you’ll have to admit that you love it.~” 

Before you could answer with a snarky remark, the animatronic surprised you by picking you up and laying down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest.

“Game is not over. One more sentence.” It was an affirmation, but you lived enough with him to recognize the questioning tune in his words.

“No more.” You established.

He grumbled. You were pretty sure that if he could pout, he would.

Silence.

“Gentle tickles…?” 

A sigh left your lungs at the hopeful feeling in his voice.

“… Sssstarlight?”

And how could you ever say no to that?

“Ok. But only light ones.” You agreed. Because when it came to Sun and Moon you had a piece of butter in the place that should be your heart, as it seems.

Moon began carelessly grazing the tip of his fingers on your back, the tickles just light enough to make one or two giggles jump here and there, a pleasant feeling of comfort and softness spreading and relaxing your muscles, making them melt and a warmth to blossom on your chest.

So caring. So comfortable. So soft…

Your mind began drifting away, breaths coming out more steadily, thoughts becoming less and less coherent as the minutes passed by.

You only realized Moon’s plan too late, when your conscience was already slipping away and the tiredness of the day was already catching up.

That freaking cheater.

Well, at least it was probably already late enough that a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

[ghastigiggles]

its cute but can i please ask what the fascination is with the tickling pressure artwork youre making?

idk i just. i like seeing big monster fish laugh and make others laugh. does it have to be much deeper than that

[scpresearcharchives]

SCP-999 "The Tickle Monster" was written by ProfSnider. Florence was played by @kitsiinabox from @abbeyarchives

Who doesn't love a sentient pile of goo

-Archivist Bertran

I just adore the little guy. It's always trying to make people so happy!

-Researcher Florence

[sinhasfluffyheadfur]

White Day 2/2

[thebest-medicine]

So I was thinking

if tickling is split in two, knismesis and gargalesis, where on the scale do the light tickles that induce laughter fall?

Like you don't apply pressure to feet like you would the stomach, youd do light tickling (ie tracing/scratching) but that induces gargelesis type of reaction

Idk these are the thinks I think about during 2am lee moods

I like the way you think. Good question!

[bijoumikhawal]

I wish there was a search engine of artifacts and art only. I don't want to see most people's modern fanart or products named after this historical thing. I want to see the thing or drawings of the thing from the period.

[termagax]

No anon because I'm a thug but tickling (runs away)

4/10 not for me and i dont know if i understand what the appeal is. like is it the bondage or do we just love womens laughter. idk ill do whatever if i get to touch pits though tbqh.

[xolliwritez]

If I wrote about my spider-rat would anyone read it?

[spritewrites]

hey those “please help my cat” paypal asks are a scam, i’ve gotten a few now