#switch!rosie

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.

♡ 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

Summary - Alastor and Rosie practice dancing together, leading to a playful display of affection from the pair.

Word Count - 1100