LunasOcs!!

yessEESSSSSS

PLEASE FUCKING END IT ALL YOU SERVE NO PURPOSE AND YOU DESERVE NOTHING IN LIFE BUT PAIN AND SUFFER LITTLE WHORE

I will shove my dick in your decomposing carcass so you feel horrible in the after life, minor or not you deserve to be a slave. You are worthless and honestly i will cut your legs up till you have scars.

…..

That someone is GONNA DIE.

Cmere anon. Cmon out of anon so I can beat your fucking ass to high hell!! ^w^

And if you think im going to talk this out? No. I want you to suffer in a place worse than hell for eternity, anon.

I'll "totally" leave!! Yeah!! As if I didn't fucking spend nights awake just to talk to her!!

She made me feel safe, like a child again!

It's funny how people think saying stuff about my Choosen People can pull me away from them!! Amusing. Yet.

Disappointing

I hate it when people just ASSUME AND ASSUME.

Stop trying to drag down Luna just because your life is miserable. Im not leaving my best friend, so nice try. You're a sad little fuck, stalking her and spamming her inbox. Luna is my best friend, my everything along with My sissy Lyn. Nobody is leaving her. Im tired of people like you, you have literally nothing better to do in your life than making different accounts just to harass someone, Open your eyes. Do you realize how pathetic you are?

tw for??? maybe intense tickles?? they don’t go that far

anyways

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LER! CHARLATAN AND LER! MAFIOSO

LEE! CHANCE.

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All nicknames/petnames are used PLATONICALLY, Chance and Mafioso are son and father, and charlatan is seen as Chances auntie, no shipping between Mafioso nor Charlatan, as the two are both gay and lesbian in their own rights.

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Chance felt like he was going to explode.

Not like he had a bomb strapped to him or anything, but hiding in your dad’s closet while holding your giggles back felt constricting.

Especially since he brought his best friend over.

It’s not like he hated Charlatan, actually, she was the auntie he knew most people wished for, she was caring, pretty darn funny, and could easily make someone smile.

Maybe a bit too much.

Her shoes padded around Mafioso’s room, her hand silently ran over his bedside drawers, blowing the thin layer of dust off of her hand as she looked at it. It's been an hour, or so she calculated, she never knew he was such a good hider.

good being a keyword.

His shoe slipped, hit some random box with some dust particles sprinkled on it.

And that dust blew up like sparkles being blown by a breath of air.

Then he sneezed, not loud enough to be heard across the base, unlike someone, but not soft enough to be ignored.

His nose twitched softly afterwards, quickly wiping it, before going still as he heard Charlatan go silent.

Maybe she left, maybe she heard the goons bickering and left to go and solve whatever issue they got mad over.

He was crossing his hands that she magically went deaf for a few seconds.

But no.

He couldn’t have that.

“Ooohhhoooh!! there you are!.. thought you snuck out and cheated.. ehhh.. I wouldn’t mind, would’ve made this funner!”

The closet’s door clicked, and it slid open like it was magically bathed in sesame oil, revealing a flustered, giggling, and shaking Chance, whose tail was signing him off for war.

She made quick time, swiping Chance by the collar, slinging his body over her shoulder, and leaving, whistling a tune under her breath as her padded shoes slid across the carpet.

“Nononhoho!! wahahit!! pleahese.. you gotta hahave some merhercy!”

his hands made contact with her back, doing little as he hit only puffy and soft cotton, he didn’t really hit her back that hard anyways, he wasn’t that athletic, more of the chill type.

“I am having mercy! c’monnnn little guy, if it was just mafioso or his little goons, you’d be a goner!”

Her smile became more cheeky, she silently turned the corner, silently approaching Mafioso, and scaring him by blowing air in his ear, making the older jolt like he got shocked by a metal doorknob.

“Heyyy!.. your little ‘bambino’ is a good hider! Nnot that good at staying quiet tho..”

She sat opposite of him, adjusting Chance so he sat more comfortably in her lap, her hand secured his arms, bringing them up with one hand, and holding his waist with her other.

Mafioso stared at his little bambino, smiling softly, he shuffled slightly, his fingers instinctively began to wiggle, and that made Chance lose it even more.

“Dahahahad!! Please! plehehehese! Dohon’t do thihis to mehe!”

His smile softened, yet he felt his collar being grabbed by Charlatan, dragging him close to her and Chance, her arm retracted back to Chance's waist, holding his body back from the inevitable flailing.

“Ohhh c’mon! Ignore him, he's just begging!”

Charlatan shuffled softly, presenting Chance in a way like she was shoving a baby in front of a camera at a grocery store

“Go onn.. he's your son! Not mine!! I’m just helping because he's a squirmer!”

It took Mafioso a few seconds to process his best friend's words, before his fingers slid under Chance’s t-shirt, his fingers sliding across Chance’s soft skin, even running over some of his side fluff.

Chance already began to giggle, his hips bucking backwards, twitching forwards shortly afterwards as Mafioso’s nails curled against the soft parts between his upper ribs.

If he wasn’t a mess then, he was certainly one now, his body couldn’t decide if being still or wiggling everywhere was the better option.

The latter won, because once Mafioso moved his hands downwards, he barked out a loud laugh, curling in on himself, well, as best as he could.

“NOHOHO!! PLEHEHEASE!!! DAHAHAD!!”

His body twitched again as he felt Charlatan's hand disconnect from his waist, before quickly having her fingers dig into his exposed armpit, she adjusted her grip on his wrists, lightening it up enough so he wouldn’t hurt himself.

Oh she was such a liar, saying she wouldn’t help tickle him and stuff.

Mafioso adjusted his technique, switching from squeezing to skittering, gliding his fingers up and down Chance’s sides like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Mi bambino… awhhh….”

He couldn’t really form any comprehensible words, mostly because of the sheer amount of affection he felt, and how loud Chance was barking out his laughter.

“Yeahhh!!! laugh bunny kid!! let us hear ya!”

Charlatan smiled comically, lifting Chance up a little higher so his shirt rode up, giving free access to his hips, especially his hip dips.

“Nohoho WAHAHAIT!!! WAHAHAHAIT!!!”

Ohh.. how Chance wished the two listened to his pleas.

Because in the next moment, tears of mirth spilled out of his tear ducts as Mafioso gently drilled his fingers into his son's hip dips, making sure to keep his technique in control.

“DAHAHAHAHAD!!!!”

Now he could be heard all the way across from the base's living room, his body bucked upward, twisting and turning out of Mafioso’s reach, but he kept up quickly, making sure his fingers kept track of every spot possible.

Charlatan's smile softened, she eventually could predict the signs of exhaustion, so, what better to finish this party off with a few raspberries?

She adjusted her grip with a little pushback, hugging the arm and hand that previously held Chance's arm to be around his lower underarms, while her other snaked up and snagged his shirt's hem, lifting it up just above the navel.

“We gotta finish this off with a bang!… soooo.. Wanna give him his favourite berry?”

“Oh.. absolutely.”

Chance almost spurt out a beg, he took the liberty to gain fresh air as Mafioso stopped, he watched in pure fear as he watched his dad suck in as much air as he could.

Before he pursed his lips and blew, Chance swore he felt the feeling from every part of his body as this happened, and it kept going, Mafioso had a lot of air he could use.

After what felt like an hour, Mafioso lifted his face from his son’s navel, huffing softly as he watched Charlatan retract her hands, rubbing the phantom tickles away from Chance’s body.

Mafioso instinctively got up, padding off to the kitchen to get a snack and water, he returned a few moments later, carefully handling the cup and its clear liquid contents into Chance’s hands, watching him rightfully chugging it back.

Charlatan cracked her back, before adjusting her posture, she waited until Chance was done, before taking the glass from him and standing up, lifting Chance with careful consideration.

She placed him aside on the couch next to her, wiping the joy-filled tears from his eyes, wiping her hands on her strap-on pants.

“I gotta head.. y’know…. Minigame stuff.. My boss needs me! I’ll text ya later when I’m free tho..”

Before she left, she grabbed another couches blanket, setting it on top of Chance, scratching the back of his ears with a gentleness a glassmaker would dream of having.

“Bye sweetpea, hope you had fun, auntie has to go.. I’ll be back eventually though.”

She left after that, she collected her empty satchel, waving one last goodbye towards Mafioso before leaving, locking the door behind her.

Mafioso sat beside Chance, untangling any knots that he got from whipping his head around like a maniac.

Chance yawned, adjusting his position, before eventually falling asleep slowly, a content smile plastered on his face.

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So you pick them apart like a specimen and mark every little spot that gets a reaction out of them with an X, turning them into their own little ticklishness chart as you wreck them silly in that order

Here’s ur food chat my internet just went kablamo so this took a while longer to post but it’s posted now

This is lé epic tickle fic, so shy away if ur not into it

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