#de tickle

General:

This soft cutie strikes me as a ler-leaning switch

Now, while he’s not super used to tickles in general, he’s always willing to lend a hand and help brighten your day.

And, of course, this overly self-critical blanket boy could use some cheering up every now and then.

Lee:

Overall, Mateo’s not super ticklish. He's definitely got some spots that'll get him giggling, of course, but they’re limited.

That’s not saying he doesn’t enjoy a good scribble and poke. You just have to work a little harder to get some good reactions out of him.

His laughter is airy and bubbly. It’s that adorable, infectious giggling that you just can’t help but grin at.

If he’s overworking himself with the inanimals, a quick tickle can help to both convince him to rest and lighten his spirits.

Worst spot would be the backs of his knees. Most people don’t think to try there because of his quilted pants, but he’s pretty sensitive to a few pokes behind the knees.

Melt spot would be his stomach. It’s a fun coincidence, the animal lover enjoying some belly scratches, and his reaction is even better. He’ll close his eyes and just giggle, loosely grabbing at your arm or sheepishly covering his mouth. He’s not super ticklish there, but the light giggles are his favorites.

Ler:

He’s the sweetest, most teasing ler in the house

Whether you need cheering up or just want some tickles, Mateo is more than willing to get you giggling

You CANNOT say this boy isn’t a cuddly ler. 

He’d pull you into his lap, wrap you up in his jacket, and tickle you to pieces with a smile.

Or, if you’re not up for that much contact, he’ll tease you with each poke and scribble while making sure you’re comfortable.

“You are so ticklish here. It’s pretty cute.”

“Aww, look at that smile. Qué lindo!”

“Was that a snort? Oh no, no hiding now, cariño. I have to hear that again.”

He’d be GODLY with aftercare with how sweet and caring he is.

If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll wrap you up in his jacket for some nice, soothing cuddles. If you’re lucky, an inanimal or two might come over for some extra love.

Either way, he’ll spend some time talking about the latest happenings with the inanimals, sharing some nice stories about adoptions or goofy behaviors. Anything to make you smile as you come down from your tickle-high.

🤍Volt⚡️

General:

Volt gives off 50/50 switch vibes

Man doesn’t care who’s doing the laughing as long as you’re enjoying yourself.

He adores tickling in general. It’s a great way to tire Eddie out if he’s had a long day, and he just loves to smile around those he loves.

Lee:

Believe it or not, Volt actually gets a bit flustered with tickling when he’s in a lee mood.

He’s unable to say the t-word, and the only ways he’ll ask are indirect. Eddie knows the signs, but it takes you a bit to catch onto his patterns.

“Live wire, could you flip that little breaker on my side right there? I think it’s fritzing.”

“I’m rather bored, darling. Think you could help me fix that?”

“Hmm? No, of course I didn’t poke you. Must’ve been the wind.”

He’ll blush rather intensely once you figure it out and give him what he wants.

Worst spots are his ribs and neck. His ribs get deep belly-laughs out of him, but his neck is killer. It’s hard to reach because of his hair, but if you can manage it, he might short-circuit (gotta be gentle with him).

Melt spots are his arms and back. He adores gentle scratches along his forearms and near his pits. If you give him gentle tickles alongside a back rub? Pure bliss.

If you’re really wrecking him, little sparks will fly off his hair, and his eyes will light up. If any hit your skin, they don’t hurt—just tingle. He always gets all flustered if you tease him about it afterwards.

“Live wire, please. It’s not cute. Yes, I am rather dashing, but that is not.”

Thankfully, it isn't hard to get him to say otherwise (with the proper motivation).

Ler:

VERY playful bastard of a ler

He’ll tease you about it for hours before he even comes close to doing anything.

A playful poke at the bar, a slip of the hand while dancing, little teases whispered in your ear…

“Just wait until closing time, darling…”

“Your laugh truly is enchanting, live wire. I can’t wait to hear it for hours later.”

“You look rather fetching in that top, love. And look, it’s cropped. Perfect~”

When he does finally strike, it’ll be in the comfort of privacy. The only other object around would be Eddie, specifically so you feel safe and cared for.

This suave bastard is a teasing ler for SURE, though he knows not to go too far.

“Don’t worry, live wire. I’ll start slow. You know I adore your giggles.”

“Does that tickle, hmm?”

“My, that was quite the reaction, love. I wonder if you can top it.”

You know how he lets off little zaps of electricity when he’s really emotional? Well, he’s figured out how to weaponize that.

Those little zaps tickle like crazy, though they never hurt. Volt is incredibly careful with you, even while he’s being a bully.

Again, Volt is incredibly respectful of your boundaries. If you want him to really wreck you, you’ll have to set up a safeword. He doesn’t mind going that far; he’s just more concerned about your comfort than a good time.

He’s wonderful with aftercare, as one would expect.

He’ll grab you some water, maybe sneak you over a couple cherries from the bar for a sugary snack to perk you up.

If you’re in the mood for it, he’s always up for relaxing cuddles and random rants before falling asleep. He’ll even drag Eddie over for a snuggle pile (he can never resist when it’s for you).

💡Eddie🔧

General:

At first, Eddie’s really hesitant about any of the tickling stuff.

He’ll get flustered if you ask about it, tense up, or tell you he’s not in the mood. You’re always respectful of him, of course; he just needs some time to warm up to the idea.

Once you break the ice, however, he gets pretty fond of it. Well, fond of wrecking you whenever you insist on annoying him while he’s on the job.

He’s a ler-leaning switch, though he doesn’t mind the occasional tickle from you or Volt (good luck getting him to admit it, though).

Lee:

He gets really flustered when it comes to getting tickled.

It’s hard for him to ask, though he won’t do a complete character 180. He’ll just brush it off if you ask about his behavior or say he’s tired. Not a lie, but not exactly the truth either.

When you do finally figure him out, he’ll just sit down and refuse to make eye contact until you get started. Stoic to a fault (though it’s an easy fix once you get started).

Volt knows a little bit about Eddie’s soft spots, so you get some pointers before you wreck him. Eddie makes sure the cocky man learns his lesson, though not before he meets a giggly fate.

Worst spots are his ears and hips. Little kisses or nuzzles against his ears destroy him, and he cannot handle his love handles being squeezed. Volt likes to randomly come up and poke them to make him jump (a habit you adopt).

Melt spots are his wrists. His hands always get sore, but the callouses there make it kind of hard to feel anything. His wrists, though? Soft, sensitive, and the perfect place to kiss or gently stroke if you want him to get all giggly and relax against you.

Eddie gets incredibly sleepy after he’s tickled. He’ll stay up long enough to drink some water and say you suck before drifting off and getting some much-needed rest.

Needless to say, tickles are a great motivator to get him to relax.

Ler:

Oh boy.

Eddie’s a very methodical ler. He’ll start off by testing spots, saying which ones are bad aloud, and moving on. Once he's got a general idea of your worst spots, he goes to town.

As you can imagine, that shit is incredibly flustering.

“Oh, damn, your ribs are pretty bad. Good to know.”

“Wonder if your back is ticklish… Let’s find out.”

“You always get all wiggly when I go near your pits. Wonder why…”

Aside from the notes, he likes to compliment you. You’re his spark; he needs to let you know how amazing you look when you’re laughing for him.

“That blush… I swear, it’s more beautiful than any wine we’ve got stocked.”

“I love that smile, spark. Too bad I’ve gotta tickle the hell outta you to see it. Well…not that bad.”

“You’re so soft here. Just wanna kiss it all day…”

Now, that stubble…

You just know he’d weaponize it while tickling. Nuzzles, evil kisses, raspberries with an extra kick: the possibilities are endless.

He’s pretty good with aftercare. He’ll grab you some water, maybe make you a Shirley Temple if you want something more fun to drink. He might even agree to a nap together, though he’ll usually call Volt in to join. The man loves group cuddle time, though he won’t admit it.

You were concerned for Mac.

They’d assured you that “everything will be fine,” and their “antivirus software is the best Trenton has to offer.” They simply needed time for their software to eliminate the isolated threat, and they would be fine.

While browsing the expansive landmines of the internet, you accidentally visited a sketchy website and picked up a virus. Mac’s antivirus software quickly put a stop to the bug, preventing it from spreading to the rest of their files and preparing to neutralize it.

Unfortunately, that also meant that Mac had to deal with the virus themselves. It was almost like their immune system fighting off a bug: they felt weaker, moodier, and overall just shitty. The only fix for their symptoms was time for the antivirus software to work its magic.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was you who accidentally visited the site, afterall. Whether you meant to or not, you sort of caused their predicament. 

So, naturally, you took it upon yourself to cheer them up.

“Oh, hey, baby. What do you need?” Mac sat up as you booted up their monitor, a sleepy smile tugging at their lips. They were definitely tired, but they were always up to interfacing with you.

“Just checking up on you,” you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant as you checked the antivirus progress. 63% completed… “How’re you feeling?”

“A bit tired, but my fans are working overtime to keep me cool. Everything’s going smoothly with the virus elimination. Just a couple more hours and my software will be bug-free.”

While you were glad to hear the program was close to finishing, you could see the strain behind Mac’s smile. They looked like they could use a hug, some kisses, and a nice deep-cleaning.

And, of course, a real smile on their face.

“Oh? Now what’re you up to?” Mac grinned as you continued to browse their screen, your finger spinning their scroll wheel as you browsed your Tumblr feed. You weren’t looking for anything; you were simply testing their reactions to things.

You already knew how double-clicking affected them. As lovely as that reaction was, you’d rather find a softer way of making them happy. A way to make them smile without the high risk of overheating.

As you continued browsing, you found a post that made you chuckle. It was more than worthy of a reblog. Trying to think up a witty joke to leave in the tags, you drummed your fingers lightly on your keyboard.

“M-mhmhmph!” 

Your eyes snapped over to Mac, who jolted upright in their chair. They had a hand over their mouth, the edges of a wobbly smile peeking around the edges. By the creases in the corners of their eyes, you could tell you hit the jackpot.

“Something wrong, Mac?”

The sentient computer bit their lip as they looked at you, trying to contain themselves. “Sorry, yes. Your tapping just tickled a bit.”

Bingo.

“It did, huh?” You didn’t even try to hide your playful reaction, smirking at them lovingly. They barely had a second to register what was coming before your fingertips were back on their keyboard, ghosting over every letter, number, and symbol.

“W-wahahait!”

Mac squirmed in their chair, a flush quickly spreading across their pale cheeks. You could hear their fans pick up speed, though not to a dangerous degree. It was a safe way to boost their spirits while having some fun in the process.

“What? Just trying to think of a good joke.” You shrugged, letting your nails gently drag along the keys with each tap. Sure, it was a little mean, but their giggles were light, and they could use a smile.

“Cohohome ohohon!” Hugging their middle, Mac fell into a giggle fit. Pitchy little squeaks slipped out every few seconds, making them bite their lip and shake their head. It wasn’t bad, and they were definitely having some fun; it just tickled. “Bahahahaby!”

“Yeeeeeees?” While sing-songing the word, you dragged your nails across as many keys as you could, tapping and scraping with each pass as you went back and forth.

A shrill squeak was the only answer you received, followed by a rather adorable, pitchy bout of giggles and half-hearted protests. Through the gasps of no and oh gosh, you could hear the giddy happiness in their voice. Mac leaned their head back to just giggle, flapping a hand at their side.

While you found the sight to be absolutely adorable, you could tell they were starting to wear down. You slowed your fingers to a stop, rolling your desk chair over to them.

“Alright, alright, I’m done.” One hand moved to hold Mac’s, the other starting to pet their hair. They sighed contentedly, leaning right into the touch.

“You are…rather diabolical,” Mac huffed, shooting you a playful glare. “You’re lucky the Trenton software allows my systems to process that much input without crashing.”

“Nah, I’m just lucky you’re here.” With a cheeky grin, you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to their flushed cheek. It wasn’t much, but it was a clear gesture of your affection. To your delight, it only deepened, their smile growing.

“Hush. You’re going to make me overheat.”

“Maybe once you’re feeling better,” you teased, giving their hand two quick squeezes. It was enough of a reference to a double-click that they gasped, giving your arm a little flick.

“You are such a flirt.” 

Mac’s glare was obviously fake, not a trace of anger or displeasure to be found within it. Instead of shoving you away, they gave your arm a small squeeze. “Can we cuddle on the couch for a while? It’ll give my software some time to work without putting much strain on me.”

“Of course, Mac.” With a smile, you pushed them towards Koa, knowing they’d probably fall asleep within minutes. They deserved the rest, and, after listening to their lovely laughter, you were more than ready for some extra time together.

General:

Betty is a very sweet, loving switch.

She’s all about having fun and trying new things, as long as you’re up for it. 

Once you bring up tickling, she discovers she loves both giving and receiving the giddy, goofy, gleeful affection.

Lee:

Believe it or not, Betty gets a little bashful when she’s in a lee mood.

She’s not a different bed, of course, but she’s a lot less forward about what she wants.

She can ask, but she’ll blush and look away, and her voice will be softer than normal.

“Well, Beloved, could you…tickle me? Just a bit, while we cuddle?”

While she asks, she might lie down in your lap, raise her arms above her head, give you the loveliest, softest look imaginable.

Her soft, sensual voice pitches up into the loveliest giggles you’ve ever heard. If you find a particularly ticklish spot, she might even snort.

Worst spots are her underarms. Tracing little shapes against or gently scratching them gets her squealing; if you keep going, she’ll definitely snort.

Melt spots are her thighs for sure. She adores any gentle touches there, especially when they tickle. She’ll lounge on you while she giggles her head off, her hair a complete mess around her face.

She loves cheer-up and comfort tickles. If she can't fall asleep, some lazy tickles along her thighs or stomach can help lull her. If she's having a bad day, they're the best way to put a smile on her face.

Betty gets all cuddly after she’s tickled. She’ll want to plaster herself to your side, rest her head on you, and eventually fall asleep in your arms.

Ler:

Betty is the sweetest, yet most diabolical ler you’ll ever meet

She is ALL about boundaries. If you want something soft, she’ll gently trace your favorite spots while cooing about how adorable you are. You want to be wrecked, she’ll target your death spots until you forget your name.

Of course, she’s got a safeword in place. She’d never want to push too far, never with you.

Regardless of what you’re asking for, Betty *will* tease the hell out of you. She’s very loving, compliments woven into every phrase.

“Oh, love, does it tickle? Hmm? You’re so cute when you blush~”

“This spot is my favorite. So soft, so sensitive, and your reactions? Beautiful.”

“That sound! Oh, honey, it’s *perfect*. Share some more?”

“It’s *so* bad, huh? You know how to make it stop. Just one simple word. But…oh, you don’t want it to stop, do you? So cute~”

She is the MASTER of aftercare, trust.

You wanna take a nap? Climb into bed for some warm cuddles, or if you’d prefer, some soft music and Mateo’s softest selection.

Back rubs if you want them, movie night or ASMR videos, and anything else you may desire. As long as you’re both comfortable with it, Betty’s happy to provide.

“Aww, good boy, Davi!”

Mateo smiled as Davi rolled over, handing him a small treat. It was dinner time at the shelter, and a few of the more intellectual pets had trick routines they enjoyed. Mateo was more than happy to teach them a few, and you had a front row ticket to the adorable display.

“Hey, wanna see a really cute one?” he asked, grabbing another small treat from the bag. Davi sat attentively in front of you two, eyes trained on the treat as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “Davi, whisper.”

On command, Davi dropped down and let out a quiet “boof” noise. You couldn’t help but coo at the sight and sound of the cuteness before your eyes. “Okay, I love that. You two are so cute.”

“Thanks, love. We’ve been working on that one since Phonecia told me about it.” The sparkle in Mateo’s eyes let you know just how happy he was to hear the praise. You knew he appreciated acknowledgement for all the work he did at the shelter, even if he’d never ask for it.

“Actually, I taught Davi a trick of my own. Wanna see?”

Mateo’s eyes widened, and he immediately nodded. Not only did you listen when he spoke, but you also took up his interests and cared for the inanimals? He was elated. “Of course!”

You suppressed a mischievous grin as you took a treat from Mateo, holding it in front of the inanimal below you. “Alright, Davi, get ‘im!”

Before Mateo could react, your finger was pointed at him, and the fabric pooch was barreling into his chest. Mateo landed safely on the couch, Davi smothering his face with playful licks. Over the chaos of his own laughter and complaints, he could hear you cackling; you were obviously pleased with yourself.

With a small whistle from you, Davi climbs off Mateo and sits beside him, tail thumping against the couch cushions.

“When did you have time to teach him that?” Mateo huffed softly as he wiped his face with his sleeve. He was an interesting mix of impressed and exasperated.

“While you were busy with bath time. Davi’s a very good boy, so it was easy to teach him.” You gave the inanimal some scratches behind his ears, cooing at the adorable reaction you received.

Davi nuzzled his face against Mateo’s shoulder as the blanket man let out a soft scoff. Of course you had used your down time to be mischievous. He couldn't even be surprised. “Why don't you just relax on your breaks?”

“You have zero room to talk about relaxing,” you chided, gently poking his shoulder. You weren’t wrong, either; Mateo definitely needed to work on taking care of himself.

“...touché.”

He rolled his eyes as you giggled, trying to think of a playful way to get back at you. He could’ve trained Davi or one of the other inanimals to mess with you, but some hands-on vengeance seemed like more fun.

Grabbing your hand, Mateo pulled you down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. Before you could squirm, his blanket cardigan was wrapped around you, trapping you against him.

“Wait, Mateo, baby, love of my life—”

He cut you off with two squeezes to the sides, relishing in the shocked, giddy yelp he pulled from you. “Little late for flattery, cariño.”

You squirmed and shook your head, half-heartedly trying to get away. The tickles were coming, to be sure, but…his hands were just sitting there. No tickles, just holding your sides.

“M-Mateo?”

“What? You said to wait, so I'm waiting.” His fingers gently tapped your sides, tickling just enough to make you smile. It wasn’t enough to do more than tease; you were already dying.

“C’mon, this is mean!” you huffed, trying to break free from Mateo’s blanket cocoon. Little buzzes of anticipatory glee were shooting through your nerves, making your cheeks redden and your ears burn. He was technically doing as you asked, but it was malicious compliance. You regretted being such a menace around him; you had no doubt inspired this silliness.

Mateo tapped on your sides, humming softly to himself. Davi was sitting on the floor in front of the two of you, simply spectating; nobody was coming to save you from your deserved fate.

“Plehease!”

“Please what? I’m not sure what you want, love,” he teased, brushing the tops of your hips with his thumbs. He was being a bit cruel, yes, but he knew you were enjoying yourself. Unless you asked him to, he had no plans to stop.

That had to be bullying. He knew you weren’t going to tell him to stop, yet he was still making you ask. You were so getting back at him later…well, if you made it out of there without your brain melting. “Youhu suck!”

“Oh, I know, I’m so mean and cruel to you.” The playful tone of his voice alone had you blushing, not to mention the little kisses he placed on the back of your neck. “Making you ask for what you want from me. How dare I look for consent.”

“That’s not what I—” You cut yourself off with a squeal as your boyfriend quickly skittered his fingers up and down your sides. It was only a quick second of tickling, but it had you about ready to explode with nervous excitement.

Davi perked up at the sudden noise, tilting his head. His eyes locked with Mateo's in a silent question. The blanket man chuckled softly, his heart warmed by how protective Davi already was over you. “They're fine, Davi. How about you go play with the other inanimals, huh? Shelter.”

At the direction, Davi stretched and got to his paws. He gently butted his head against Mateo's shin before trotting off towards the other inanimals within the shelter, leaving you to your fate.

Once the pooch was gone, Mateo resumed his affectionate bullying.

“I'll be really nice if you ask, cariño. Promise,” he whispered, placing a few loving kisses along your temple. He was being sincere; even though the situation was a bit ridiculous, it still made you feel loved.

With one last whine, you finally caved. “Fihine! Please…tickle me.”

“Aww, there we go. Was that so hard?” With one more little kiss to the corner of your eye, Mateo got to work. His fingers flew up and down your sides, scribbling and fluttering and pinching and poking. For every quick tickle one hand gave you, the other was soft and teasing.

Startled laughter escaped you, erratically switching between giggles, squeaks, yelps, and the occasional plea. The bubbly anticipation in your chest softened, fading to a warm buzz that spread throughout you. You were happy.

“Que lindo, mi corazon. Eres absolutamente adorable,” he cooed, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. Of course, his fluffy white hair brushed against your skin, only sending more ticklish shocks through your nervous system.

You wriggled and kicked in his lap, unable to hold still. Mateo had absolutely obliterated your control; thanks to his build-up, you were sensitive, giddy, and craving every bullying touch.

Mateo simply held on, occasionally giving your neck a little kiss as he observed the chaotic glee he had caused. Seeing you happy was the highlight of his day. There you were, just spoon-feeding him serotonin, and he couldn't be happier.

As his evil hands reached your hips, you jolted and squealed. He targeted the soft pockets of your hips, knowing you were sensitive there. Curses tumbled past your lips as you lightly smacked his thigh, emptily threatening him.

“Oh, I know, I'm so mean, giving you exactly what you asked for. How dare I?” Mateo couldn't help but chuckle as he continued gently pinching and poking the skin at the joint of your hips. He loved the way it made you squirm and curse, yet still push back against him for more.

You were dying, shaking your head as cackle after gasp after squeal flew past your lips. Any part of you that still had energy to thrash was doing so, trying to distract yourself even slightly from the onslaught of the diabolically ticklish jolts running through your hips.

Of course, you truly couldn't complain: you had waited for your wrecking. You’d earned the fun, even if that meant slowly losing your mind while receiving it.

Mateo’s fingers slowly crept to a different spot. In fact, it was your worst spot; you could feel the ticklish buzzes under your skin slowly getting more intense, the blood in your cheeks beginning to boil with flustered excitement. He knew what he was doing.

“Hmm…how about we go for my favorite spot? This one always makes you laugh so beautifully.”

Yep, you were definitely losing your mind by the end of the silly interaction…

General:

Doug’s a ler-leaning switch. He has to be in a certain mood for THAT much sweet, affectionate touch. Plus, he's self conscious about his laugh.

He's on the fence about tickling when you introduce it. He tries to act like it's stupid and beneath him, but you catch him looking a little too closely at certain scenes when you watch movies together.

Lee:

His eyes are GLUED to his phone if any tickle scenes from shows or playful couple reels show up on his feed.

He'll deny every second of it at first, ignoring how warm his face gets when you bring up the content

After you get him to admit to liking tickles, he's pretty straight-forward about asking. 

Embarrassment doesn't last long for this man; after he's sure you don't think it's lame, he'll go right to you and demand tickles when he's in a lee mood. He won't say the t-word, exactly, but the point gets across.

“Hey, dork. I wanna laugh. Come entertain me.”

Of course, if you tease him about it, he'll get INCREDIBLY flustered. Squirming in front of you, head a strawberry-red color, eyes darting around to evade your gaze.

“W-whatever, shut up. I'm not cute.”

Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Back rubs destroy him, and tracing the waistband of his pink boxers will quickly have him in stitches.

Melt spots are his pecs and forearms. We know he loves to flaunt how amazing and muscled he is, but having you exploit those spots, love them, gently kiss or poke them? Blissful relaxation.

He's incredibly self-conscious about his laugh, especially when he's being tickled. It's brighter than he'd like, and he can't pitch it down like he normally does. Some genuine compliments and little kisses while you tickle him would mean the world.

Doug becomes a giant kitten after you're done. He wants cuddles, so he's getting them. You try to push him off? He'll huff, smack your phone out of your hands, lightly punch your shoulder: pretty much anything to annoy you into holding him.

Ler:

Oh boy. Run.

As long as you let him, Doug will absolutely DESTROY you.

He loves making his dork laugh, especially if he’s bored or if you seem sad. He won’t admit it, but he hates to see you sad.

The most evil little bastard ever when it comes to teases. He acts like he doesn’t care, but he knows exactly how to make you crumble.

“Damn, you’re ridiculously ticklish here.”

“Oh, it’s bad? Can’t take it? Skill issue.”

“Think I should go for your worst spot? No? Too bad.”

“Wonder what would happen if I… Okay, I’m deaf now. Thanks, dork.”

Of course, he’s incredibly respectful if you safeword. He’ll immediately stop, get you some water, and sit silently with you until you can speak again. It might surprise some, but he doesn’t want to ever lose the trust he’s gained from you.

You know he’d abuse his strength, too. Those muscles do have some functions other than giving people reasons to stare (not that he minds when it’s you).

He’ll come up behind you, pick you up, and just start tickling. As long as he knows the people around you are trusted, he’s got no shame.

If you’re having a really bad day, Doug will silently sit beside you and open his arms. His hand will move to your side, and, if you agree, he’ll start gently tickling you as he holds you. He won’t be incredibly mushy or anything, but he will comfort you.

He’s pretty good with aftercare; at least, he’ll give it his best try.

You WILL receive water and the offer of cuddles afterwards. Sometimes, he’ll play with your hair and give you gentle head scratches. 

General:

Hector is definitely a lee-leaning switch

He lives to service you, of course, but he prefers to be the one receiving your silly affections. He’s usually in the mood to hand you the control, see what you come up with. 

He’s happy either way, though. After he’s introduced to your touch—especially the tickly kind—he’s hooked for life.

Lee:

Once you meet him in the attic (when he’s ready, of course), he’s constantly craving your attention and affection.

He won’t be obnoxious about it, of course: some notes here, a slight chill in the room, some light tapping noises from your vents, little notes left here and there.

His lee moods follow the same pattern, though he’s more shy about it face-to-face. If you want him to ask, you’ll have to speak through the vents before heading up.

He’s rather ticklish, though it’s a bit difficult to get him pre-realization. You either have to go beneath his insulating coat or open up his panels to toy with his inner workings.

Worst spots are his neck and hips. If you can grab his hips, he’ll snort and buck like crazy. He’d love to stay still for you, but he can’t help it. As for his neck, his collar will shoot up if you try to sneak-attack it. You’ll have to coax him into sitting still, and even then, he can only handle light scribbles.

Melt spot is his stomach. He adores gentle pokes, squeezes, scribbles, and nuzzles there. Literally any praise makes him combust, and he barely even squirms. Just light giggles, lots of blushes, and dopey grins.

He's a bit self-concious about his laugh. To him, it's too pitchy, too childish, too goofy. He'll need some reassurances as you tickle him; they also serve as a fun way to fluster him if you slip some compliments in.

And, of course, he's blushing the entire time. This man's face will take on a lovely shade of red if you even mention the t-word around him.

Ler:

Occasionally, he’ll get into a ler mood, but it’s rare.

If he’s tickling you, it’s usually because you ask, or as revenge. 

Hector’s an incredibly sweet ler, though he can and will weaponize compliments to fluster you.

“Your laughter is the sweetest melody I could ever wish to behold, my love.”

“That smile… My god, I could watch it all day. You should show it to me more often.”

“Let’s lower the temperature. I know it’s more ticklish when my hands are warm while you’re cold.”

“You’re so bold until the wiggling fingers appear. It’s like I’ve stolen your confidence away… I think I’ll keep it for now.”

And yes, he’s quite the confident ler.

When it comes to making you happy, bringing you joy, providing something for you, he has all the confidence he’ll ever need. 

This man gives exemplary aftercare.

If you got overheated during the tickles, he’ll cool the room. If you get cold when your body temperature returns to normal, he’ll find a nice, cozy middleground.