#switch!alastor

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some fluffy radiostatic before they broke terms or friendship or whatever word count: just under 4.3k

tw/cws: tickling, a little swearing (that's all I can think of)

switch vox, switch alastor

It was a late night up in the Vee Tower. Alastor and Vox were laying on the floor, papers and notebooks laid in front of them. Alastor was laughing because of some stupid joke Vox had made. Vox smiles fondly at him. The deer had the purest, most wholesome laughter. He could get used to it. Moonlight filtered through the window in the corner of the room, bathing the two in a soft, silvery glow. Vox's screen brightness turned down a little. 

Alastor scribbles something down on a paper, sketching out a messy building in his own unique style. Vox watched intently as Alastor drew a somewhat scribbly radio setup, complete with a microphone for both him and Vox. 'Look! See, you'd broadcast here, and then I could joke with you--it could be like--like a talk show!' Alastor's talking was over excited and hyper.

Vox simply smiled at him, all fond. He pointed to a certain spot on the radio, playfully stealing Alastor's pencil and drawing a bench on the paper. "So we can sit.'

"No, no, you draw it like this--' Alastor took Vox's hand, guiding the movements into drawing it properly. He would playfully swat Vox when the other wouldn't cooperate with him. 'Hold your hand still--Vox! Quit it.' Alastor finished 'drawing' it--well, assisting--then sat back with a smile. He picked up a paper of a rough sketch that he thought looked bad, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. It bounced off Alastor's coat that was hanging off a chair. Alastor rolled his eyes and went back to his other sketch.

Vox leaned over to stare at the sketch. He stared at the way Alastor’s hands moved when he did his little drawings and wrote things. It was almost…attractive. Alastor hadn’t noticed his friend staring yet. Vox had no idea why Alastor had such a hold on him like this. He had never felt so pulled to someone. Alastor glanced back at him, rolling his eyes fondly. He knew how stupidly infatuated Vox seemed to be with him. It always amused the deer just to play into Vox’s odd staring spells. 

‘Vox. Vox! Vox, are you even–’ Alastor chucks a pencil at the television demon, snorting when it hits and bounces off Vox’s antenna. ‘I–what? Oh! Right, yes, I am.’ Vox snaps out of his trance. Scooting so he could be right next to Alastor. He felt his screen heat up a little, probably showing off a light blue blush. 

‘What even goes on in this stupid head of yours?’ Alastor asks, putting both hands on either side of Vox’s box-like television head. He giggles to himself when he achieves the goal of getting Vox more flustered. ‘You–you’d be surprised, Alastor. I can actually, you know, come up with plans,’ he answers. Alastor shakes his head with an exasperated look, shoving Vox playfully. 

He sat back to take his boots off, revealing deer hooves. Alastor placed the boots next to the chair that had his jacket hanging from it. The Radio Demon sat back down on the floor in a kneeling position over all the sketches and notebooks. He didn’t see Vox move at all, so he assumed he was still ‘recovering’ from the playful push.

But Vox? He was utterly fascinated by the hooves that were revealed. The fur around them was a dark ebony, meanwhile the hooves and dewclaws themselves were a crimson red. His eyes fixated on the rough-looking texture of the hooves contrasted with the soft fur around them. He just wanted to reach over and dig his claws into the fur and pet the hooves and make Alastor all flustered. That would show him.

Although he doubted that would ever happen.

Alastor noticed the staring and shifted his weight so he could pull his legs underneath him to better hide the hooves. ‘Don’t stare like that. They aren’t all that special. I’m sure some other demon around here has them too.’ He could almost feel Vox’s smile directed at him. ‘Vox. I am so serious right now, if you think they’re some kind of thing to idolize, you’re a bit insane in the head, my friend.’

Vox looked bewildered at the almost irritated tone in Alastor’s voice. “What? No no no, they’re pretty! The way the fur looks! Hooves are so cute for such a scary little demon like you!’ He slips a bit of baby talk into the end of the sentence, making Alastor snort. 

“Most demons have them, Vox.’

“I know. But yours are pretty.’ Vox frowns a little at Alastor’s seemingly self-deprecating tone. ‘The hooves make me feel like some innocent creature trying to be more than something he actually is.’ 

‘That’s not–no. The hooves help you be more powerful in a way–I’m sure the deer traits account to being able to move quickly and efficiently.’ Alastor looks at him with a slight nod. ‘I suppose. You’re too kind, Vox.’ Alastor goes back to the sketch. Vox leaned in as if to hug him, but instead earned another playful shove. Instead of just taking it, Vox lunges at Alastor and tackles him. The two go tumbling down in a fit of laughter and playful insults. 

The pencil cluttered from Alastor’s hand as they wrestled. Vox stares down at how giggly Alastor had gotten. Clearly the deer wasn’t used to being able to be playful around someone. He gazes down at how adorable the fawn looked. A genuine smile on his face for once. Alastor struggles to push Vox off, then his wrists get pinned above his head. 

A nervous laugh escapes him, and it luckily went unnoticed by the absolute buffoon on top of him. Vox cooed and scratched gently under Alastor’s chin just to tease and mess with him. Alastor giggled softly, and could feel the deer tail underneath him trying to wag. Another thing that went unnoticed by Vox. Alastor managed to yank a hand out of Vox’s grip and grabbed Vox’s arm in a slight panic.

‘Awh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle that I’m in control?’ Vox gently grabbed Alastor’s face to make the deer have eye contact with him. Vox laughs and teases Alastor as he notices a light pink spreading across Alastor’s cheeks. ‘Is someone a nervous little buck? Hm?’ Vox made a television static noise as Alastor mustered up the strength to shove him off. ‘You are insufferable.’ Alastor sat back down near his sketches.

‘And you’re the one who chose to come up and hang out with me to draw little pictures because you got bored,’ Vox shot back. Alastor mutters some insult under his breath, then quips, ‘And sometimes I wonder why I even made that decision to begin with. They also aren’t just little pictures. They are sketches for a radio tower plan–like a talk show! We’ll broadcast all over hell and we could do insane little things, like killing demons, getting souls sold to us, or just…talking, I suppose.’

One of Alastor’s shadowy tendrils retrieved the pencil back to his hand. He went back to adjusting the bench drawn earlier. Alastor felt a certain someone lean on him from behind, arms wrapping around him. Essentially a hug from behind. Claws settled on his stomach and he involuntarily tensed up. Flinching a little. 

Vox interpreted the flinch as pain, so moved his hands up to Alastor’s sides. Same reaction, so he settled for just leaning on Alastor and having his hands leaning on the floor instead. An odd position, but it worked. Alastor was just happy Vox was a bit too dense to connect the dots that the flinches meant he was ticklish. Vox teased him, ‘You’re so tense. Are you sure you don’t need a massage or something?’

He reaches up to massage Alastor's shoulders, earning another flustered squeak and denial of needing it. ‘Stop it! You are something else, I swear.’ He labels the things in the sketch–a microphone, bench, all the dials, and then adds the minor details. ‘I need–oh! Thank you.’ Vox seemed to have read his mind as he was handed a pen to ink over the pencil sketch. 

Vox looked up at Alastor’s deer ear. Scritching it gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull from him this time. The squeak that came from the little buck was absolutely priceless. Alastor scrambles back as Vox stands up with a shit eating grin. The radio host squeaks again. It was so uncharacteristic of him. ‘Al. Why are you being so skittish?’ Vox asks–both teasing and genuine. 

Alastor stared back in amusement and bewilderment. ‘You could be trying to attack me! Hurt me! I don’t know of your twisted intentions, and I never know what you plan to do to me, you absolute buffoon!’ Vox noticed Alastor kept a certain distance from him. He knelt down. Staring and being all fond toward the nervous deer. After a moment, Alastor stood up, hooves clicking on the hardwood floor as he sat back down. 

His hooves were on full display. He hadn’t tucked them underneath him. Vox approaches with a sort of caution to him. It was more of a fascinated child, though. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch the hooves. Surely a little prod couldn’t be too harmless? There was the risk of the deer deciding to quite literally murder him. It was worth the risk. 

Vox reached over and took one of Alastor’s hooves in his hand. Alastor whips around, half rolling as he pulls his leg back. Vox keeps a firm but loving hold. ‘What? I can’t admire these pretty little hooves?’ He drags a glowing claw down the hoof, earning a choked noise. Alastor kicks, nearly making contact with Vox’s head. Vox catches his leg, holding both of them down. Alastor manages to hold composure, simply staring at Vox in both confusion and annoyance.

‘Let go.’ Alastor pulls his legs back somewhat–Vox lets him. ‘But why? I’m simply studying how they look.’ A claw scratches at the split in Alastor’s hoof. The deer lets out a strangled noise and fully yanks his hooves from the grasp of the mildly irritating demon. ‘Would you quit that?’ Alastor hisses. More playful than anything. 

Vox felt a jab to the ribs. He squeaks softly and scoots back. Alastor smiles, setting the pencil down on his sketch. ‘Are you–’ ‘No!” Alastor climbed on top of Vox. Who instantly began to blush from the close proximity. ‘I think you are.’ 

Vox tried to play innocent. ‘I’m…what? You’re sitting—you’re on me like I did something wrong. I simply squeaked, it’s a perfectly normal reaction when sta–hahahartled!--’ Vox giggles hard as Alastor drags claws down his ribs. He hadn’t expected for Alastor to actually continue. He was going more for him just ignoring the squeak. ‘Just like it’s a perfectly normal reaction to giggle like a young teenager when I poke at you?’

Vox snorts and turns to the side. ‘Shuhut uhup! I’m–nohot giggling!” Alastor rolls his eyes, slowly pushing Vox’s shirt up to expose luminescent, shark gill-like markings on his ribs. Lower ribs, that is. Vox made a noise of surprise. Alastor curiously slid his claws down the markings, earning strangled giggles from the television beneath him.

Vox squirms, trying to get the deer off of him. Although, he wasn’t entirely against Alastor’s claws on his body. Another embarrassing noise escaped him and he managed to roll onto his side a bit. Alastor laughs softly, leaning down to tease him. ‘What’s the matter? Are you ticklish? You’ve never told me! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, what’s the matter, can’t handle a few claws on your sides?’ Vox laughs loud, then tries to squirm away. Alastor rolls his eyes and sits half across Vox’s back. ‘You really are insufferable. And stubborn.’ 

Vox snorts and giggles hard. “Gehehet off of mehehe!’ Alastor smiles down at him teasingly. “I don’t think I will. I want to test something.’ He tickles down Vox’s sides and waist, making the other jerk away from the touches. Alastor’s hands simply followed the movements so it wasn’t very effective to squirm. Vox snickered as Alastor drilled into his hips. Right on the sides of them. ‘Stahahap it! Awahahay–from thehehere!’ ‘Away from where? Your ticklish little hips?’

Vox makes a screeching noise, his screen glitching out for a moment. ‘Ahah–Ahalastor!’ Vox lazily–but effectively–rolls onto his back. Alastor grunts softly, struggling for a moment to pull his hands out from under Vox. ‘You are such a pest.’ The deer wrestles him back into a relatively restrained position, spidering his claws over Vox’s stomach. Vox squeals and thrashes, arching his back and falling back onto the floor with a cackle. ‘Ahaha–ahah–aHAHALASTOR!’ 

Alastor struggled to stay on top of the struggling demon. ‘Hold–still! Please. It’d make this a lot easier for myself!” Vox protests, flopping weakly onto his side and curling up into a little defensive ball. Alastor sighs softly and scribbles down his exposed sides. ‘Honestly, you’d think you’d have learned not to try to struggle. It really doesn’t get you anywhere.’ 

Vox giggled frantically. Alastor drills into his hips again which earned himself a startled laugh. ‘Okahahay! Gehehet awahahay from mehehe!’ Alastor shakes his head, teasing, ‘Oh, no, my dearest Vox. You don’t get to tell me to get away when I’ve barely started my fun!’ Alastor digs his claws into Vox’s ribs, loving the way the other’s body jerked and static ran through his body. ‘Fa–AHACK!’ “Language!” Alastor gasps in mock offense, squeezing Vox’s hips, earning a startled yelp.

‘I’m nohohoht–t-t-trying to swHEhear!’ Vox protests, flipping onto his side. Alastor took the opportunity to attack Vox’s openly vulnerable ribs, tickling up and down the ribcage. Vox shrieks and goes to grab Alastor. Alastor grabs the wrist that shot toward him and pulls it up above Vox’s head. He leans down to nibble along Vox’s ribs, making the poor demon glitch out for a minute. ‘Aha-AHA–A–Alastohor!’ 

He yanks his arm out of Alastor’s grip, then goes onto his back again. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Thehere is noho need to haharrass-’ 

“Oh, my dear, but there is! You see, you were being quite a nuisance to me so I took it upon myself to tickle it out of you!’ Alastor scribbles along Vox’s waist then his stomach, watching as the television squirmed beneath him. Vox giggled harder at the stupid teasing. 

He reaches a hand up to paw at Alastor, grazing against the deer’s ribs. Alastor instantly stopped the tickling, his body flinching away in the slightest of motions. Of course, Vox just had to notice it. Alastor scrambles backward, already having his smile wider. ‘Vox.’

‘Oh, Alastor…’ 

‘What?’ The deer glared at him. Honestly, the last thing he needed was this pest discovering he was ticklish. Alastor stands up, his hooves clicking slightly. Alastor’s ears twitched ever so slightly–both from nervousness and anticipation. Vox stood up as well, his eyes glancing at Alastor’s ears for a brief moment before he stepped forward. Alastor could feel his tail start to wag–he knew what was coming.

‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No!’ 

Vox lunges toward the deer. Alastor didn’t even have time to react. He felt himself be half pulled to Vox, but to be dramatic he threw himself back so Vox fell onto the floor. Vox grunted softly and chuckled low. ‘You know Al, you make this worse for yourself. Because I can just..’ Vox slowly raises Alastor’s arms above his head. He could see the way the little buck squirmed and already started giggling. It made him wonder if someone else did this to Alastor. He hooked Alastor’s arms under his own to make it somewhat easier to use his hands freely. Alastor hissed some protest, but it was ignored. 

Vox places his claws on Alastor’s sides, noting the sharp intake of breath from the other. Alastor squirmed slightly again. He barely started to trace little shapes. Vox noticed the way Alastor’s entire body tensed and the way he was shaking in his grip.

’Awh, is the buck ticklish?’ Alastor shook his head, refusing to even talk for fear he’d let giggles slip out. Vox’s claws drag an agonizingly slow line down the buck’s waist and sides, then back up to the starting point and down again. Alastor actually relaxed because it felt relatively comforting, then Vox’s claws started to wiggle and twitch slightly as the path continued. Alastor squirms with a breathy little giggle. ‘V–Vox. Stop-!’ 

Vox smirks at this, murmuring, “I don’t think I will. You’re ticklish. Don’t even try to hide it, little fawn.’ Alastor blushes at the stupid nickname–he was more used to Rosie calling him pet names, but he would tolerate it from Vox, he supposed. Alastor felt the claws get more insistent, pausing at spots to wriggle and scratch lightly. Alastor’s squirming got more prominent. 

Vox grinned down at the deer as he watched him squirm. God, he was adorable. And based on the reactions from the light tickles, he had a feeling the other was stupidly ticklish. Alastor arched away from the scritching as it got to his lower ribs. ‘S–Stop–stop it-!’ Vox laughed softly, deliberately massaging nice and slow onto the area. “Honestly, you need to stop saying you aren’t ticklish. It’s so stupidly obvious. Have you been tickled before?’ Vox asks as he moves up a rib, noting the squeak and trembling of Alastor’s body as the buck tries to hold in laughter.

Yeah, that would break soon. 

‘You’re not ticklish, huh? Then what is all this effort to hold in laughter for? Because if you weren’t ticklish, you wouldn’t be this tense and shaky about all of it.’ 

It was amusing to the television demon how Alastor was absolutely refusing to laugh–after all, wasn’t it supposed to be part of the whole radio host's charming persona? Alastor’s ears flick and flatten as Vox keeps moving at an agonizingly slow pace up his ribcage. Claws slowly tickling and massaging at the ribs and spaces between. Alastor inhaled sharply, hooves kicking and digging into the floor as a low giggle escaped. 

‘Oh, there you go, baby buck. Just laugh it all out, c’mon. I’m sure your giggles and laughs are the most precious thing ever, aren’t they? You just wanted someone to tickle you silly this whole time, didn’t you?” Vox teased, leaning close to the deer ear. He didn’t miss the soft squeak and the way Alastor instantly went to try to hide his face. God, he was adorable. Vox could do this all day if he wanted to. He gets a little rougher with the tickles, starting to deliberately scritch at his waist at a quicker pace. Alastor’s breathing got more frantic, his body trembling with the effort of keeping the giggles in. 

But where was the fun in tickling someone who refused to laugh?

Vox rolls his eyes, then darts under Alastor’s arms. That finally got through. Alastor burst into static filled laughter. ‘Gehehet–yohohour filthy clahahahaws off of mehehe!’ 

‘Oh. My. God! You are just a preciously ticklish fawn! Yes you are! Yes you are!~’ His hand shot down to pinch at Alastor’s hip, making the Radio Demon squeak and make a poor attempt at curling himself into a little ball of pure giddiness. ‘Stahap–Stahahap it!’ He yanked his arms out of the odd position they were in, squirming himself out of Vox’s lap then grabbing the other demon’s wrists. Vox noted there was absolutely no effort made to push him away. ‘Stop what? You’re going to have to tell me.’ 

With Alastor still clinging to his wrists, Vox darts down to Alastor’s stomach, vibrating his claws rapidly across it. Alastor let out an ungodly screech, before kicking his legs up with a bright laugh. ‘I cahahan’t–dohohon’t!’ Vox wasn’t that stupid. He knew Alastor probably wanted this, needed this, in fact.

The buck had been too tense lately, too stuck up and all attitude with him. It was satisfying to knock down the untouchable demon’s ego down a few pegs. He loved the flustered scarlet blush across Alastor’s cheeks, the way Alastor was squirming beneath him, and the way that Alastor wasn’t even making a strong effort to get away. He slipped his claws under Alastor’s vest and shirt. 

Alastor shrieked and actually made an attempt to get away. ‘Ah, ah, ah. RIght here.’ Vox slipped his hands to the soft fur of Alastor’s stomach, getting to the soft skin beneath all the fluff. Alastor’s laughter went up a pitch, getting frantic. He finally let go of Vox’s wrists, quickly flipping himself onto his stomach. It was both so he didn’t have to look at Vox, and so Vox couldn’t access his stomach as easily. Vox sighed in mock disappointment. ‘Oh, now how am I supposed to tickle you?’ Alastor growled softly, ‘You aren’t supposed to. Thahat’s the pohoint.’ Residual giggles still coming from the poor thing. 

‘Hm. I disagree with that. Because to me, it seems like you need this. Honestly, it’s nice to see you finally knocked down a few pegs,’ Vox says with a smug grin. Alastor turns his head to the side enough to glare at Vox. ‘It is n–ohHOHOT!?” He jerked as Vox’s claws spider across his upper back. Stupidly ticklish. ‘Gehet ohoff!” Alastor squeaks. Vox finally noticed the wagging deer tail. Holy hell. 

‘Awh, look at this thing! It’s wagging! You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ Vox reaches down, sliding a claw down the tail, scritching slightly. A high pitched, nonhuman noise left Alastor’s mouth. Resulting in a hand quickly covering Alastor’s mouth. 

‘Did you just–was that a bleat? Like a fawn!?’ 

Alastor buried his face into the floor in sheer embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge Vox’s question. He felt light blue claws scribble up the backs of his fluffy deer ears. He bleated again and flipped right onto his back, grabbing Vox’s forearms this time. “I swehear to all of Hehell! If you dohon’t get off mehehe–!’ Vox moved his hands to right behind Alastor’s ears–since the deer was still gripping onto him, that left his underarms completely vulnerable to an attack.

As he darted his hands under Alastor’s arms again, he asked him, ‘Tell me what’s making you laugh so much. DId I say something funny?’ Alastor shrieked and hyperventilated for just a brief moment to try and get his laughter back to a reasonable volume. That hope was lost rather quickly as Vox skittered back down to his stomach. Wild laughter spilled out. An adorable bleat as Vox found Alastor’s navel through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

‘You’re really too ticklish for your own good. Imagine if an enemy tried to fight you and they just grazed your side. I mean, really!’ 

Vox notices the kicking hooves. Before he let up on the tickling, it came to mind he had one last spot he would love to try. ‘Say, Al,’ he started, letting go of the deer and allowing him to catch his breath, ‘are hooves sensitive at all?’ Alastor’s ears perk right up then flatten as his eyes widen. Although, he didn’t move away at all. “Well, no-’ 

‘Yeah, you’re lying,’ Vox laughs, pouncing onto Alastor in one swift movement. Vox sits on Alastor’s calves, facing his hooves. He heard a whine of anticipation from the demon underneath him. Alastor giggled as Vox traced a claw down the hoof. Then down the split in the hoof, scritching lightly. He looked back and noticed how Alastor was covering his face with his hands and giggling silently. He could feel Alastor’s legs trying to kick, but they couldn’t with the way Vox was seated on top of them. 

‘Awh, just a ticklish little fawn, just wanting his hooves tickled so badly, yes, I can hear you!’ Vox teases. He noticed a little patch of fur between Al’s hoof and dewclaw. He curiously put a single claw on the area and scribbled ever so lightly. The laugh that came from Alastor was completely unfiltered. Genuine. No static to hide it. “PLEHEHEASE! F–FAHAHACK–VAHAOX!” Alastor screeches and tries to grab for him unsuccessfully. Vox uses one hand on each hoof in the specific area, and as soon as Alastor’s laughter goes silent, he finally climbs off of him. 

Giving him a minute to breathe, Vox laughs softly. ‘You really are stupidly ticklish.’ 

‘You. Are not going to live. To see the next–’ Alastor starts, but is cut off by Vox snickering. ‘Yeah, tell me all about it. Your tail wagging and the way you didn’t even try to push me off? Precious as hell. You wanted that.’ 

Alastor huffs in mild offense and embarrassment. He hated when people pointed out he never tried to fight them all too much when he was tickled. Vox stands up and grabs a bottle of water for the deer. After giving him a glare, Alastor takes it gratefully. ‘You better buy me food after all this.’ 

Vox tosses a blanket at Alastor, chuckling as it drapes over his head. Alastor squeaked indignantly, standing up and throwing the blanket to the side. Vox teleports through a camera off to the side then comes back in a moment. He held out a large plate of raw venison. ‘Here.’ 

"Was that camera recording?” Alastor asks warily. ‘No, it wasn’t,’ Vox assures him. Alastor hums in satisfaction, then smiles at the raw venison. ‘You do know how to spoil a man,’ he teases, making Vox smile.

‘Do you think we could become a large radio broadcast partnership?” Vox asks him, genuine and curious. Alastor smiles at him, taking a bite of the meat. He nodded slightly. ‘I do think we could grow to become something big. Our friendship could grow as well.’ 

Any radiotrio tickle headcanons? I love those three, they're weirdo assholes who would kill for each other no hesitation, but would also get in a physical fight with each other that includes biting at the drop of a hat, and I know they get into some BRUTAL tickle fights (especially with Niffty who is canonically not ticklish. I just KNOW she's a terrifying ler for these two losers)

>:))))))))))))

OKAY

so

to be HONEST I do love Husk but I just don't imagine him as super involved in that kind of thing

but he does occasionally find himself at the whim of Niffty and Alastor who are completely entirely 1000% switches

and the dynamics can be so fluid

its. quite difficult to form an organized attack on Alastor. Husk straight up won't do it, even with Niffty's support. He'll gladly watch Niff wreck him, but he's doing just that. Watching.

EXCEPT

There are two people who, in their presence, give him enough confidence to actually get his hands on the man. And that of course is Rosie and Lucifer. If either of them are in the mood to wreck Al, and generous enough to let Husk in on it, there's nothing Alastor can do to him. So he will be taking full advantage of that.

As for Niffty, he just doesn't find it that personally entertaining to tickle someone who isn't ticklish, but he'll do any way bc he likes her and because,,, she'll make him

Niffty will go to town on either of them she dgaf

♡ switch ! alastor ( he / it ) switch ! rosie ( she / it )

[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]

-- warnings >> mouth tickles

..... 861 words , 5,637 characters

I'm a Cannibal , It's What I do

So! I got these two asks and decided to combine them! And the drabble turned into... more than a drabble XD so I hope you like it!

Here are a series of fics I’m working on for the next little bit :)

Disclaimer: this is not the order of the fics and when they’re gonna come out, I’ll probably start with whatever is easiest for me to finish, and I’m gonna be spending a lot of time on writing for tickletober. There’s also no guarantee that I’ll be able to finish all of the tickletober prompts I want to do, and that’s okay

hi !!!! I am BACK

this is a tickle fic ! RadioRose

word count: 6k... sorry guys-

switch!Rosie, switch!alastor

warnings: nothing much, foot tickles are in here though.

enjoy !!!

It wasn’t every day that a client came in to inform Rosie that there was an odd figure lurking about her alley. Rosie sighed and got up from behind the counter of her Emporium–she used to have a business partner, though the matters of where they went was Rosie’s business. Rosie adjusted her hat, then flashed a genuine smile to the client. ‘Thank you, darling. I’ll go inspect it, I’m sure it's another sinner lurking about.’ 

Rosie came out from behind the counter, her dress flowing around her neatly. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the back room of her shop. She takes a deep breath before opening the back door–it could be anyone out here. Rosie doesn’t see anyone ‘scary,’ or intimidating, or remotely harmful.

Instead, there was a little deer-looking demon crouched near a pile of bloodied boxes. He glances up in surprise and half fear. The poor thing scrambles to get up, falling on his hooves onto his back in a comical way. Rosie chuckles softly, coming near. She reaches out a gentle hand–she didn’t want to startle the deer. 

‘Do you have a name, darling?” Rosie asks sweetly, helping him stand up. She noticed the deer ears. Antlers. Hooves. Tail. She smiles to herself. ‘Where–where am I?” The demon looked around with confusion. ‘You’re in hell, sweetheart. Get used to it,’ Rosie teased, more lighthearted than anything to not offend the other. He looked up at her, mumbling, ‘Mama?’ 

 Rosie blinks in surprise. Mama? She wasn’t a mother to anyone. Although, if this demon had just dropped down to hell, and she resembled his mother, she supposed she could see the confusion between them. ‘Oh, honey, I’m not…here. Let’s get you inside before someone eats you up.’ 

‘I’m…Alastor,’ the demon finally introduced himself. Rosie hooks her arm with his, helping him half walk, half stumble to her emporium’s entrance. ‘You’ll get used to the hooves soon, darling.’ He stumbles with a little fawn bleat, instinctively clinging closer to her arm. She huffs softly with amusement, muttering, ‘Just a baby fawn, aren’t you?’ 

Alastor shoots a glare at her, but she sees through it. He was adorable. Rosie gets him into a spare room she had for visitors, helping him sit down on the bed as she fetches nightclothes for him. He stares at the rather feminine clothes before shrugging and getting into them, falling down again. ‘Ratchet hooves,’ he mutters to himself, growling in frustration as he gets up. Rosie came back in after a moment to make sure he was alright.

She took him in. 

A couple weeks had passed since Alastor had quite literally dropped into Rosie’s life. He seemed like such a sweetheart. Very polite with her, using his manners. She did notice he seemed a lot more snippy with men, and was much more stuck up and menacing toward them. He was learning well in how to grow to become an overlord, and he had already shown having advanced power despite just getting down to Hell.

‘Rosie? Do you mind fetching me a cup of tea?” Alastor asked from the booth where he was sitting and reading a book while making himself a radio staff with a microphone on the end. Rosie chuckles softly, nodding and replying, “Of course, darling. The usual I presume?” He nodded, then made an affirmative noise in case she wasn’t turned and looked in his direction. 

Rosie brings back the tea–it was perfect. Alastor takes it happily with a genuine smile. Rosie had noticed he was always smiling, and never decided to comment on it. ‘Tell me dear, do you need a place to stay? Or do you have somewhere here in Hell planned out for you?’ 

‘I wasn’t…All I have is a radio tower–someone named Vox reached out to me and said he could help me set up. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me jumping from Vox to here every few days?’ he said hopefully. Rosie nodded, murmuring, ‘That’s just fine, dear. Stay as long as you’d like.’ 

Alastor finishes his tea with a happy noise. He was just discovering all this delightful deer…stuff. While Rosie was in the next room restocking a few shelves, he reached up and curiously prodded at the deer ears. He flinched back ever so slightly when he felt the appendage twitch at the touch. He scritches at the base of the ear, giggling softly and kicking a hoof out from the stupidly ticklish sensation.

He could hear Rosie coming back so he quickly recomposed himself and acted as if nothing had happened. Rosie looks at him with an amused grin. ‘Inspecting yourself?’ “No.’ 

She laughs at how blunt the response was. ‘Oh, darlin’, it’s alright to say yes! You’re still learning about yourself here! I’m sure the deer traits are surely new to you, aren’t they? It’s perfectly normal to inspect and learn how your new body is built, to put it,’ Rosie assures, reaching up and petting his head gently. Alastor smiles softly, leaning into the touch. ‘Yes, but I don’t believe I am all too fond of the new…hm, appendages. The ears make me look innocent,’ Alastor hums, a hint of self deprecation in his tone.

‘Don’t say that, honey. You look perfectly fine. Have you figured out all the overlord powers yet?’ He tilts his head. “Yes and no. I know some voodoo, but I haven’t figured it all out completely. It’s hard to maintain full control over everything all at once,’ he admits with a soft tone. Rosie nods with sympathy. She understood all too well what he meant – it was hard harnessing a lot of power and then having to keep all of it under control all at once. 

She sits down next to him, adjusting her hat then smiling at him. ‘Darling, you look tense,’ she teased gently. Alastor rolls his eyes with a playful look. ‘I’m not tense. I’m simply thinking.’ Alastor shifts and fiddles with his hands. All shy and nervous. Rosie smiles at him. ‘Alastor, honey, you look like you’re on edge. Are you sure you aren’t tense?’ Rosie sounded more teasing than anything, which made Alastor flush a light shade of red. He wasn’t used to people caring, let alone teasing him. 

She laughs softly, reaching over and scratching under his chin. He purrs softly with delight, leaning into that. Rosie laughs softly, switching to using both hands under his chin. She could hear a quiet giggle and the swish of his wagging deer tail. ‘Goodness, you’re just a little kitten, aren’t you? Just wanting pets and attention.’ He kicked his hooves a little when her sharp nails skitter down his neck just a little. 

‘Nohow, now, Rosie-’

‘Oh, don’t tell me you’re ticklish! You really are just a precious thing, aren’t you?’ Rosie coos, skittering her claws down his neck fully now. Alastor curls forward with a precious squeak and giggle. ‘Stahap it! I am nohot-’ Alastor lets out a rather undignified little screech as Rosie grabs him around the waist and pulls him onto her. ‘Arms up, hon.’ 

‘What?’ Alastor squeaks. Rosie chuckles softly. ‘You heard me correctly. Arms up, I want to test something on you.’ Alastor blushes, his deer ears flattening involuntarily–something he didn’t even know he could do. Rosie scritches gently behind the deer ears. Alastor lets out yet another high pitched noise, his hands reaching up to try and stop her. Rosie laughs to herself. ‘Yes, just keep your arms up like that! I just want to see how ticklish you are.’

Alastor tilts his head. Ticklish? That wasn’t something he had remembered. Recognized. It had been too long. His mama had done it when he was around eight or nine probably, and he had died around..thirty three years old? Then dropped to hell. So it had been much too long since whatever tickling was. He didn’t remember what it felt like.

He does remember missing his mama. Why couldn't he protect her, and– ‘Ehehe-!’ Alastor giggled as Rosie delivered a little pinch to his side. ‘Tickling, dear. Surely you’ve had it done before?’ Rosie asks, genuinely curious now. Alastor shrugs, scrunching his shoulders up as she scribbles along his neck. ‘Allow me to show you then, sweetie. Keep those arms up, that’s all I ask.’ 

With anyone else, he would have murdered them in the most painful way possible. But this was Rosie. He wasn’t going to hurt her in any way possible. Honestly, he loved her and refused to do anything against what she requested. That mostly depended on how much sass he decided to show on certain days.

‘And what if I don’t?’ He got bold and decided to be sassy with his friend. Rosie smiles down at him, almost threatening but more playful than anything. ‘Then I suppose I’d have to hold them up myself. Or I could just tickle your ears, or try your hooves.’ Alastor rolls his eyes, but keeps his arms up. He felt Rosie’s sharp nails run down his underarms, down his ribs, then sides, waist, and down to his hips and up again. He squirms. ‘Wahait-! Rohosie!’ Alastor jerks away from the touches every time she hits a rather sensitive spot. 

“Oh, honeybuck, aren’t you sensitive? Just a ticklish, sweet thing, yes you are!” Rosie coos, leaning down close and scratching gently at his underarms. Alastor lets out a rather startled yelp, grabbing her wrists in one swift movement. ‘Whahat are yohou doing to mehehe–?!’ Rosie laughs softly. Her smile was both terrifying and teasing. ‘I’m tickling ya, silly!’ 

‘Whahat is thahat exahactly-!?’ Alastor squirms in place. It had been such a long time since this was ever done to him–hell, the last time it was done to him was when he was alive and a small boy at that. It made sense that he couldn’t fully remember the feeling. He felt her pause for a minute, and the look he gave her was almost offended. Rosie laughed softly. She could feel him slowly releasing the grip on her wrists, hesitant but there. He put his arms back up.

‘Awh, does my darling baby buck want me to show him what it’s like?’ Alastor’s tail thumped against the booth’s cushion. He refused to admit to it, to admit that he wanted any of this. But god, did he love it. Rosie laughs softly at seeing the flustered state of her friend, standing up and taking him to the back of the emporium–specifically to her room.

He walks in, ears flicking with embarrassment. Honestly, he didn’t entirely oppose this happening to him. In fact, he craved it in a sort of way. The way she had gotten him to giggle simply from some little tickles to some certain spots made him feel happy. Wanted. Loved. And how he adored being able to feel that way. 

Rosie opens the door for him, teasing, ‘Gentlemen first.’ Alastor rolls his eyes fondly, walking in. He saw shelves of oddities–little bones, skulls, meat samples in a small cooler. Raw, of course. There were a few wet specimens of small animals, a couple taxidermy specimens as well. Alastor noticed a rack full of daggers and different blades–he liked this already.

He glances around, taking in the room. It wasn’t too large, but at the same time, it wasn’t too small, either. A simple size. Rosie tilted her head ever so slightly in amusement as Alastor took in the room. ‘Enjoying yourself?” she asks with a teasing tone–more lighthearted than anything. Alastor jumps with surprise, not realizing he was infatuated with her room. She laughs softly, leading him over to the bed. 

Alastor sits down with a little huff of surprise. The bed was a lot more plush and soft than he expected. Although, he wouldn’t be surprised if Rosie had done that sheerly to accommodate for his unexpected arrival once he got to Hell. He looked at her, then realized her hands were positioned near his sides.

‘Wait! Wait–Rosie, please. I have–I have a reputation to uphold!’ Alastor scrambles to come up with an excuse on why he didn’t need to be tickled. Rosie didn’t believe him one bit. After all, he hadn’t tried to push her away earlier, she could see the way he was looking up at her with that genuine smile, and the way he twisted his body just the slightest to expose his sides better. 

Alastor stared up at her in a happy tickle panic. He felt her fingers touch down lightly on his ribs. Alastor’s muffled squeak told her enough. Honestly, it made her wonder how long it had truly been since he was properly tickled. By properly, she meant not just little pokes to the sides and little teases. She meant full on wrecking–struggling to catch his breath, begging, loud laughter. Her fingers trail ever so lightly–an infuriating sort of lightly–down his ribs. 

Alastor subconsciously arched his back with a breathy little giggle. His smile was wider. More genuine. Rosie could just feel the way his body trembled. Shook with the force of trying to keep his reactions and sweet little giggles in. Rosie smiles down at him–god, he was precious. ‘Awh, baby…are you really this ticklish? Hm? I know my darling little fawn is ticklish, isn’t he?’ 

Rosie gently massages into the space between each rib, watching as his hooves kick a little. ‘St–stahap! No–nohoho-!’ Alastor’s body does a full squirm, wriggling as he squeezes his eyes shut to avoid having to make any eye contact with her. Rosie was so oddly gentle with him. It was comforting in a way. He shakes his head with a soft snort. Rosie simply chuckles. 

She works her way under his coat. It was tight on him, so slipping it off was making it a lot easier to get closer to his furred torso. He actually cooperated–moving and slipping his arms out from the sleeves of his coat and letting her place it on the other side of the bed. Alastor looks at her, waiting for instructions if she has any for him. 

‘Arms up, honey.’ 

‘What–? No! No, I don’t need–’

Rosie sighs in mock annoyance. Alastor’s ears flicked back slightly–then with a resigned sigh and anticipatory whine, he put his arms up. He glanced to the side and could see her practically predatory grin. The deer instantly looks away with a soft laugh. Getting all shy on her. Rosie adjusts to start at his underarms. Instead of the light, teasing touches she had been doing, she digs in with no warning, rough and ruthless. 

A shriek tore its way out of Alastor and he instantly clamped his arms to his sides with a surprised, ‘WhaHAHA–!?’ Rosie continued to wiggle her fingers as much as she could, then paused. She looks at him. ‘Al, baby, how am I supposed to tickle you if you’re trapping my hands?’ she teases, pressing just a bit more so she could hear the surprised little squeak. ‘Ihihit feels weheird!’ he complains. 

‘It’s supposed to feel weird. When’s the last time anyone tickled ya properly?’ Rosie asked, coaxing him into putting his arms back up as she circled lightly on his underarms. Alastor inhaled sharply with a whiny giggle. ‘I-I dohohon’t knowhow! Mahama used toho–toho do it a lohohot! I wahas a yohoung boy ahat that, but she did it whehen she cohohould!’ Alastor’s whole body wriggles as Rosie trails down his ribs. She pauses briefly then places both hands on his upper ribs. 

Rosie lightly begins to massage into his ribs, watching him spasm and let out a choked laugh. Alastor kicked lightly, not wanting to hurt Rosie. Or get away. He honestly liked whatever odd form of affection this was. He giggled harder as she skimmed down his sides. ‘Thihihis is weheheird!’ 

‘Is it. honey? Or are you just a shy, ticklish, adorable baby buck?’ Rosie teases, leaning in and reaching one hand up to tickle behind his ears. It earned a startled deer bleat from him. Rosie laughs, pure affection in her voice. ‘Oh, you are adorable! Do that again!’ Both hands reach up, her fingers making her way to the base of his ears, under the fur, then wiggling in quite a cruelly ticklish way. ‘NohohoHOHO!’ Alastor shrieks, pulling his arms down and fully twisting his body around to face his attacker. Eyes wide. Cheeks flushed a nice shade of pink.

‘Baby, you should just accept it by now.’ Rosie digs into the spot behind his ears, watching how the fluffy appendages flattened from the attack. “Nohoho–noho!’ His laughter turned a little squeaky as he shook his head. Hands swatting at her wrists playfully.

She stops after a minute, tilting her head as she looks at him. Adjusting her hat. ‘So, tell me, do you think your tummy is as ticklish?’ Alastor blinked slowly, then shrugged. ‘I honestly don’t knohow, I don’t ever remember–’ 

Rosie’s sharp black nails shot down to scribble over Alastor's tummy. The buck doubled over, practically throwing himself off the bed to get away from Rosie. He could hear her laugh in both amusement and surprise. Alastor puts his hands up as Rosie adjusts to get him. ‘Wahait wait wait! Rosie–can’t we discuss–we don’t need–’ Rosie chuckles softly, kneeling next to him. Alastor scrambles back and she quickly hooks her hands under his arms to drag him up and into her lap. 

Alastor’s eyes widen and he grabs at her wrists in a swift movement. His ears flick and he could feel his tail wanting to wag already. She gently unbuttoned his vest while he was still clinging to her. ‘Oh, honey, you’re so skittish! It’s not that bad to let go and laugh.’ Rosie smiled softly at his anticipatory giggles, the way he squirmed, the way he wasn’t making any attempt to push her hands away. It made her think he did truly want this, but was just too shy to admit any of it.

And how she loved that.

Her little fawn, all skittish and ticklish and happy. Laughing for her. Squeaking and batting lightly at her hands. Tail wagging, ears half pinned in anticipation and flusteredness as he squirms. He wasn’t really trying to escape, not at all. In fact, he exposed himself better, essentially giving her better access so she could get his spots better. 

Alastor let out a whiny laugh as she worked her fingers under his shirt to the bare fur covering his stomach. Alastor squeaked like a fawn. So stupidly ticklish. He doesn’t let go of her wrists, in fact, he essentially clings to her as she scribbles over his tummy. ‘Stahaha–keheh!’ Alastor frantically laughs as her black nails scribble right into the fur, getting down to the skin under it. She found a slight layer of pudge–all the deer carcasses and sinners had to go somewhere, didn’t they?--and the absolute, sheer affection she felt for him translated into a surge of intensity of the tickles. 

Alastor shrieks and squeaks out, ‘WahaHAIT! Rohohosie, stahahahp! STAHAP IHIHIT!’ Rosie pulls away, slight concern but mostly fondness in her eyes. “Too ticklish, baby?’ “No! No–I–I just, it’s–’ She chuckles softly at his struggle for words. “It’s what, baby? Tell Rosie.’ She traces circles on his lower tummy, her smile widening at the way he kicks and shakes his head, dipping his head to look down. Hiding himself. 

“Well, if you’re gonna hide…’ 

“No! Nohoho–I’ll behehe good-!’ Alastor whips up to look at her, managing eye contact for a moment before squeaking at how flustering that was. Alastor instantly looked away, actually leaning back on her since she was behind him. He leaned back to lay his head on her shoulder and giggle hard as her light tickles got more persistent on his tummy. Then she reaches up and scritches lightly across his upper back.

Alastor scrunches his shoulders up by instinct, although it really didn’t do much to help him. He could hear her giggle fondly. His tail wagged, thumping against the bed, close to her thigh. Rosie looks down at the odd sounds and notices the adorable sight. “Awh, Al, honey!’ She stops tickling his back, but instead reaches her hands down to his tail. He squeaks and shifts, but actually holds relatively still. 

He felt her handle the tail with an odd amount of gentleness. Alastor sighs and relaxes, a happy flick of the ears accompanying his smile. All was well until he felt her slowly drag her nails down the underside of his tail, all the way to the tip, then repeating the motion. 

“Keheheh-! Rohohosie! Rohohosie, nohohoHO!’ Alastor’s body twists to the side. Loud laughter flows out as her nails dig under the fur and roughly scribble and tickle against his fluffy deer tail. He tears himself away from her, flopping onto his stomach.

She laughed and followed his movements. ‘Oh, pumpkin, you really are ticklish, huh?’ A muffled giggle and a little tail wag was the only response she got. Rosie got an idea. A good one.

She rolls him over onto his back, then rests on top of him–head resting near his stomach. She could hear a flustered, confused little squeak of surprise. Rosie laughs softly, testing the waters by lightly tracing little shapes and unrecognizable patterns. Alastor started giggling softly. Not even trying to push her hands away. The cannibal switched to a scribble–spidering along his tummy. 

The giggles increased in volume and became a lot more frequent. Alastor’s hooves kicked against the bed as he snorted softly. He couldn’t decide. Get away? Fight back? Lay there and just take it? He was the Radio Demon. A horror. A terror of Hell. This wasn’t him–not an uncomposed, giggly mess of a deer.

‘Does my baby buck just love his tickles?’ she asked, much too sweetly for Alastor to not get flustered. He squeaked and buried his face in his hands, hissing, ‘Dohohoho you rehehheally thihihink this is affecting me?!’ Despite being wrecked, he still managed to sass her.

 Rosie laughed, then pressed her face against his stomach. A louder squeak. ‘You know, baby,’ she started, talking against his stomach, loving the high pitched giggles, ‘you really should learn not to leave this tummy so…exposed, don’t you think?’ Alastor’s eyes widened. She had barely done anything, why was he panicking?

She snaked her hands around to wrap around his waist, making him arch his back and expose his stomach better. Alastor bleats like a little fawn, making her coo and nuzzle into his stomach before just resting her head there. ‘Darling, you know, I have some food if you need it. Plenty of perfect cuts and a selection of meats.’ 

Alastor let out a sharp, shaky intake of breath. Rosie slowly noses up his shirt. Exposing the layer of fur covering his stomach. His giggles started right back up as he kicked lightly, whining out, “Nohoho–Rohosie! I wihihihill glahahadly eheheheat–yohou! Ahahahnd all the cohoholony!’ She laughed, settling her hands on either side of his tummy and loving the way his whole body jerked back in response. ‘Will you now?’ Her voice was almost sickeningly sweet. Gentle. Innocent. And she hadn’t even done anything to him yet.

She could hear high pitched giggles. Rosie looked up at him and could tell he had no clue whether to try to curl up or throw his head back and just laugh. Rosie hums to herself as she just sits there and watches him shake his head and giggle harder. She wasn’t even tickling him. 

Rosie nuzzles her face into the fur of his stomach, earning herself a loud, startled yelp of ticklish surprise.’Nohoho-! I–!’ She snickers, rubbing small little circles on the sides of his stomach and near his waistline. Alastor squeaks and squirms a bit. Rosie wraps her arms around his waist again, forcing him back into the little arch he was doing previously.

Alastor knew. He knew what she was doing. He knew what she planned to do. He knew what she was going to nibble. And somehow, that seemed to amp up his sensitivity. Rosie grins up at her little fawn–the flustered mess of a deer she had. 

Rosie didn’t waste any more time–not even a tease as she started to nibble across his tummy. Alastor shrieked, the unnatural sound tearing out of him and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. He thrashes side to side, his tail starting to wag frantically. ‘Nohoho–nohohohOHO! Rohohosie–I wihihihil murder yohohohou-!’ Alastor’s ears flatten and he quickly brings his hands up to hide his blushing face. Muffle his laughs and sweet little giggles in the palms of his hands. Rosie does a slow nibble across his tummy. 

She looks up at him, noticing how he was hiding himself from her. Well, that just wouldn't do! So, she brings both hands up and quickly scribbles into the hollows of his underarms, making him bleat like a fawn in surprise as he yanks his hands away from his face. Rosie laughs against his stomach. The cannibal could hear the demon’s laughter pitch higher and higher, until he was in a state of these adorably flustered and breathy laughs. 

He gasped a few times, high pitched laughs and snorts making their way into his words. ‘Ihi–hah!--Rohosie! I cahahn’t dohoho thihihis! Heh–I–’ He couldn’t even get a full sentence, plea, beg, anything out without a breathless laugh cutting through. She kept tickling at his underarms, watching as he finally resigned to just throwing his head back and laughing. 

Now, he did try to hide the laughter. She could tell. Her response? She pulled away from his tummy for just a moment, making eye contact with the flustered fawn. ‘Now, honey, why are you trying to hide these precious laughs from me? You know how much I love being able to hear you! And you sound quite sweet for someone who hasn’t been tickled in a while!’ Alastor blushed more, his ears flat against his head as he turned away, breaking into frantic laughs as she went back to nibbling his stomach. 

Rosie could hear the way his radio filter in his voice dropped completely as he laughed. He finally seemed to be letting go and relaxing–well, in his own ticklish little sense. She pulled one hand away from his underarm, and slid down to where his tail was wagging furiously. Against his stomach, she murmured, “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you, baby? You just love how this feels, how I’m making you laugh. Isn’t this better than your radio host laughs?’ Alastor shook his head again, completely reduced to breathy laughs. 

Alastor lets out a squeaky, high pitched giggle as one hand works on his tail, the other hand oh so lightly scribbling over his lower tummy. He honestly loved how Rosie was showing him what it was like to be tickled again. Even if that meant squirming around like no other and nearly kicking her off half of the time. The tickles felt…nice. Made him feel all soft and sweet, and actually genuine for once.

He started actually pleading with her once the tickles didn’t let up. Rosie chuckled softly, tickling the underside of the wagging deer tail and watching him squeak in surprise and jerk away by instinct. Rosie traces light shapes on his lower stomach, watching the muscle twitch slightly and the way the deer demon squirmed away, only to be firmly, yet playfully, back into place. Amusing and cute. 

Rosie stopped, finally sitting up and allowing her friend to catch his breath. He yanked his shirt down, fully covering his stomach back up. His tail gave another happy wag as she backed off. Alastor panted, glaring as she just simply grins at him in that infuriatingly fond way that she did. Rosie cups his face and coos some tease at him, and he pounces onto her. 

She squeaks in surprise.

Alastor had a feeling she wasn’t as ticklish. She smiles up at him, backing up against the headboard of the bed. Alastor poises his claws, and she just simply gives him a look, as if challenging him to even try. Well, that gave him more hint that she wasn’t too ticklish. He had a feeling that he knew her spots. Alastor skims over her sides, surprise flickering across his face as she doesn't even react. She had to be ticklish. He tries her ribs, and she gives him a sympathetic look.

‘Honey, I’m barely ticklish. You have to think about it,’ she teased him, fond and playful. Alastor’s ears twitch with curiosity. Barely? So that meant somewhere was ticklish. Alastor lightly scribbles at her ribs. He noticed how he got little to no reaction. Until he reached her lower ribs. She squeaked in surprise, jerking back, hat falling over her face. 

Alastor chuckles, massaging slowly into her lower ribs and watching her giggle frantically, squirming side to side as she kicks lightly. ‘Ahahah–Ahalastor!’ Rosie protests, instinctively trying to curl up. She snorts softly as she giggles harder. Rosie hadn’t expected him to follow through with the tickling.

Alastor coos softly, reaching over and gently pulling Rosie’s hat up to reveal her face. She made eye contact for a moment or two then squeaked softly and instantly ducking back down. Alastor leans down further, tilting her chin up ever so slightly so she was looking at him. No direct eye contact, but enough so she could see him. Rosie lets out a string of flustered giggles as he tickles her lower ribs. 

Rosie squirms a bit, kicking. She had to resist the urge to throw him off in one quick motion. She was used to throwing off anyone who tried to tickle her. But, this was Alastor. She didn’t want to push him off just yet. Rosie would let him have his fun for a bit then get him to stop one way or another. She snorts as Alastor drags his claws down her waist. Alastor smirks, circling his fingers on that one stupid little spot on her waist. 

Rosie squeaks again, pulling her hat down to further hide behind it. Alastor had  never seen her so flustered before. It was honestly cute. Seeing her hiding herself and all blushy and giggly made his tail wag with pure delight. He cooed some tease into her ear to see her yelp in flustered surprise before sinking back down into that giggly mess of herself. 

Alastor squeezed her hips experimentally, absolutely adoring the strangled squeak that left her and the way she tried to buck him off. He was straddled across her legs as she lay on her back, so trying to buck him off was a bit difficult. Not that she entirely wanted him to stop… Her whole body jolted with surprise as he kneaded slowly into her hips–right on a little spot that was absolute hell. 

Rosie actually squealed, arching her back and clinging onto her hat just for the sole purpose of keeping her flustered face hidden. Alastor stops for just a moment to get a good look at her. With a slow, teasy movement, he gently plucks the hat from her grip, showing the blushing face beneath. Rosie kicks lightly, giggling, ‘Alahahastor, if yohohou dohon’t stop this right now-!’ He sets the hat aside, then looks back down at her. He places his hands on either side of her hips and watches the way she tries to flinch away. 

‘Rosie,’ he teased, gently pressing his fingers into the dip of her hips just to hear her yelp and giggle harder, ‘you shouldn’t hide from me, should you? You know how much I love seeing your adorably flustered face!” Rosie snickers as she squirms as much as she could, hating how easily Alastor found her hips as a tickle spot. Her giggles had a breathless hitch to them as he dug into a different spot–making her get all light and breathy. ‘Nyohoho–! Ahahalastahaha!’ 

His tail wagged harder at how her Boston accent got a bit stronger with the laughter increase. As a result, his tickling got a bit more intense as she shrieked and tried to buck him off yet again. She nearly kneed him in the back, and a tendril catches her leg before it even makes contact. Rosie tried to yank her leg back, but with no luck. She swore under her breath then laughed loud as Alastor dug into her lower ribs. 

Another tendril comes up to drag slowly up the sole of her foot. Rosie’s first instinct was to jerk away from the horridly ticklish sensation. She was forcing herself to not throw Alastor off. ‘Dohohon’t–!’ She kicks her other foot. Alastor chuckles softly. ‘Rosie, why don’t you tell me something?’ One hand holds her wrist while the other hand works on tickling her palm. She shakes her head, being defiant. Well, he could fix that. 

‘Rosie. Do you really want to play this game with me?’ he said in an almost warning tone, but it was more affectionately teasing than anything. He moves to scribble up her neck just to hear her giggle and try to hide her face more than she was already hiding it. ‘Stahahap–yohohu’re a menahace!’ Rosie retorts. He cups the side of her face and she playfully tries to bite him. He gasps dramatically, then moves to grab one of her feet in a firm, but gentle, grip. 

She squawks and tries to kick. Alastor tsks softly. Claws starting to gently scritch over the soles of her foot. She actually laughed now, trying to swat at him but failing miserably. He continued to scribble at her foot, watching as she sank into the bed with a fit of laughter and delightful little squeaks. She was precious. He found a little spot on her heel that made her squeal. He dug into that spot before letting go of her foot and crawling back up to her upper body.

He combed a strand of hair from her face, skittering his fingers over her hip lightly. The tendril let go of her foot. Rosie snickers and squirms lightly. Alastor leans down, all teasing. ‘Are you going to apologize for tickling me?’ he asks, drilling his claw into a spot on her hip then going back to the light scribbles. She yelped and nodded through a squeaky attempt at a laugh. 

He smiles with satisfaction, getting off of her. She instantly collapses onto him with a breathy giggle, panting. Alastor pets her hair gently, then moves to rub her shoulders. One of his tendrils reaches over to haphazardly place the hat back on her head. Rosie snorts in amusement, reaching up to adjust it. ‘You are a little….menace,’ she decided. That’s what he was. 

Tickling the everloving life out of her then just…going about his time like it never happened. She didn’t complain though. ‘Rosie?” he asked. She looked at him, smiling when he said, ‘I liked…the tickles. You can do that more often.’

Alastor shyly hid in her side, cuddling up to her as he pressed his face into her ribs. She pet his head, then gently stroked his deer ears. All affectionate with her deer. Alastor was half asleep on her already. All tuckered out from both being tickled and doing the tickling. Rosie pulls a blanket over the both of them. Alastor huffs softly, murmuring, ‘I’m not something that needs doted on and cared for. ‘m not a baby.’ Rosie laughs softly, scritching behind one of his ears, drawing out a deer purr from him.

Just another precious thing to add to the list of things she loved about him. Alastor kicks a leg slightly, still a bit twitchy. Rosie just caught her breath, finally. Alastor had stopped talking, and she noticed how the smile had gotten a lot softer. Less forced. His overall features just looked softer. She sighed softly, fond as she brushed hair back from his face. 

Rosie came down to cuddle him, gently taking him into her arms. Alastor whined slightly at being adjusted, but quickly settled back down into the snuggle when Rosie went back to petting his ears. As Rosie sat there, petting his ears, she knew he would most likely refuse to acknowledge any of this had happened the next morning. She wouldn’t mind.

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Alastors a switch through and through, I just favor him as a lee so that's on me 😩😩

As a ler he just adores making people smile, especially when he gets to be a little shit about it. How could he not like tickling people? He gets to encroach on their personal space on his own terms, torment them, and gets to see a smile and hear their laughter. It's just perfect. And he can be so fucking evil. He'll be playful and sporadic, but he doesn't tend to actually have full 'sessions' with someone unless something really comes over him.