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razzlee-meow · 10 months

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don't tickle a sleeping hank. ...get it? get it?! (i'll show myself out)

sorry the title explains it all. my bad.

i'm in hank brainrot. i want to write about lee!2b but... GOD i love hank. LMAOO

enjoy this small little idea? fic? idk what to call it.

uhm there are feet tickles, for anyone who's uncomfy with that. i think i've tagged my fics with these, but idk. if i haven't, my bad - but i tagged this one. *thumbs up.*

there's also like hurt/comfort? and i mean a physical hurt. not emotional. lmao

he/they for hank || they/them for doc

"Hank," 2BDamned let out an exasperated sigh as they softly opened the mercenary's bedroom door, looking at the adorable sight in front of them. The blankets were kicked off the bed, and the pillows were messy and all over the place... and right in the middle of it all laid the culprit responsible for it all, Hank J Wimbleton, who was still sleeping soundly with soft snores coming from him. His body relaxed against the mattress, with his left arm and leg dangling off the bed.

It took everything in their power not to start laughing at the sight, deeming it hilarious due to the fact that they had never seen him so vulnerable and exposed like that. They knew how much the mission took out of him but dreaded this moment with all of their heart. Hank never slept much, considering the bad insomnia that he fought daily, but when he managed to fall asleep... it was quite literally hell to wake him up. The whole base figured this out the first time it happened, and now the three share a custom of playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets to be the unlucky soul to wake them up.

And unfortunately, it was Doc.

"I'm comin' in, Hank," Doc whispered, mainly to themself, as they entered the other's bedroom, noticing how messy they kept their room. They were stepping over empty beer bottles and random clothes as they made their way to his bed. Hank didn't even move a muscle, he just continued to lay there peacefully as if nothing was happening. Doc inhaled sharply. This was the moment they were waiting for. They let out the single breath they were holding as they put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a bit of force.

"Hank? Hank, it's time to get up." Doc muttered, squinting their eyes at the sleeping figure. Hank only grumbled and turned onto his stomach as if that would protect him from getting woken up. Their fingers grasped the sleeping figure, shaking them a bit harder. There was still nothing happening. Hank was still sleeping, and Doc was growing increasingly frustrated at the fact that they were such a heavy sleeper. Their other hand reached toward the bridge of their nose, clutching it slightly. They knew they'd have to wake him up - but how?

Doc then grabbed the light covers, pulling them off. It didn't do considering his outfit very much was more than enough to warm him during the night. Doc sighed, frustrated.

"Hank, I'm... erm, damn it," Doc growled as they shook their head. They were a doctor! Well, not a legitimate one, but close enough. There had to be something they could do to get the other out of bed. Doc's gaze narrowed down the length of his body, listening to the other continue to snore without a care in the world. They were silent for a few moments before a sinister idea crept into their mind. A grin formed across their face - they had the best idea.

"Hank, I'm going to count to three," Doc announced loudly, moving lower on the bed. They climbed onto the soft mattress, sitting right next to the other man's legs. This was going to be good - something that Hank couldn't ignore or shrug off. Well, if it even worked on him. Doc's hand moved closer and closer to his ankle, a smirk underneath their mask.

"One," Doc muttered, hand wrapping around his ankle with a bit of force. They paused for a second, looking at the still-sleeping figure with a raised eyebrow. "Two," they continued, pursing their lips as his fingertips twitched with anticipation. Their hand hovered over his socked foot, keeping quiet for any signs of life. Doc chuckled softly, a playful and teasing sound coming out of their mouth.

"....Three." Doc's fingers skittered all over Hank's socked foot, in which Doc finally got a rise out of him - one that they had desperately wanted. Hank sputtered out something unintelligible as his body began to fight back against the ticklish sensations, trying to pull his ankle away from the other's nimble fingers. That only encouraged Doc to keep their grip tighter as their fingertips danced all over his soles. Hank burst out into hysterical laughter, shutting their eyes as they buried their head into their soft pillow.

"Ah, so you're awake now," Doc purred, their eyes narrowing in a teasing way that the other unfortunately couldn't see. A giant smirk was plastered all over their face - they found the situation more amusing than ever, knowing that Hank fuckin' Wimbleton, out of everyone they knew, was ticklish. And extremely, by the simple looks of it. Doc's fingers continued to scribble all over his socked foot, Hank's hand hitting the side of the bed.

"Doho- fUHUHCK! DOhohoHOHOC!" Hank squeaked out through his many frantic peels of laughter, his entire body squirming against them. Oh, this was just too good now. "Yes, Hank~? What do you need?" they asked, turning their head back as they continued to mercilessly torture their friend. Their fingers traveled up and down almost agonizingly, making Hank let out a squeal before dissolving into more laughter, his pitch rising with every torturous touch. "YOHOHOU- AHAH-" Hank was cut off multiple times by his own laughter and squeals, as he planted his face back into his pillow.

"Aw, Hank, you know I can't understand you like that..~" Doc teased, letting a small huff of amusement escape their lips. Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how strong Hank actually was... so the minute the top of his foot met their jaw, it made them jerk back. Of course, Hank didn't mean to - they'd never intentionally hurt the other, but it's... just what happened. "Ahaha, s-shit, Doc, you alright?" Hank asked, feeling their grip on his ankle loosen.

Hank immediately shot up, their hand cupping the side of Doc's face with a concerned look. "Did I hurt you too bad? I didn't ... mean to, it was..." Doc only chuckled in response, giving him a soft look as they shook their head.

"Don't worry about it. I expected to see some resistance. It caught me off-guard a bit," they explained with a bit of a laugh. "But nothin' I can't handle. Hey, you're fully awake now." Hank pouted a bit, still upset that he accidentally kicked the other. His hand continued to cup the side of their face. "Oh, on another note..." they spoke softly, setting aside their mask to show their scarred face. Their lips pursed for a moment before continuing. "I think that might be my favorite way to wake you up now. Well, minus the kicking. I might have to do it again...~"

"...ugh," Hank grumbled, rolling his eyes as he stretched upward. "That was unnecessary."

"For you, maybe," Doc responded with a slight teasing glint in their eye. "But to me, I think it was quite cute. And fun. I'm have to lighten you up a bit sometimes." They joked. "Besides, you wouldn't get up for anything else. I even shook you a bunch of times."

Hank only gave them a side-eye, pouting a bit as their cheeks turned a soft pink color. "...shut up."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you sound like you want more with an attitude like that."

And just like that, Doc immediately pounced on Hank, for what wouldn't be the last 'attack' of the day. Deimos and Sanford were long forgotten, thanks to Hank's attitude. It wasn't like either of them minded, though.

Spending time together is what made them special. ...even if it was to tickle the shit out of Hank!

#razz-writes #mc tickling #lee!hank #ler!2bdamned #i needed to start writing but i've been busy with LIFE #so have this thing #idk

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razzlee-meow · 10 months

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blowing up rn. /lh /pos

dude, my friend had gotten me hooked on sheriff and he's just so HUHIHBJIHUIYBH cute. he's cute. and i believe in lee!sheriff supremacy.

So my friend asked me for a bunch of Sheriff being a goofy little lee and I think this one might be my favorite of the bunch, I won't share the rest quite yet but hopefully this is still good +] I'm unsure if I wanna put it under the cut or not so I just won't cause i'm a brave boi /j

#mc tickling #lee!sheriff #ler!skittles #razz recommends

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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Duuuudddeee thanks so much!!!

AAH im so late to when you posted this (probably) but you're welcome!!

#razz speaks #razz's friends #i should make this a tag tbh #^3^

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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Im sorry this is SO BEAUTIFUL

HUIBHJKLIHGYUFVGBJHU god i want to ... eat your art /pos

PHOTOBOMBED

Hours and hours of rendering has finally paid off to this. In case you don't know, these are the officially colored versions (full body versions will be out soon) of the Tabi x Ayana trilogy outfits currently at large.

While the third and final part has not done as of yet, might as well treat myself to some fluff! Beside, I was craving Ayana x Tabi :3

Pretty good first attempt for a first time ipad user, huh? ^v^

#razz recommends #tabi mod #ayana #tabi #friday night funkin #look at these freaking cuties!!!!

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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family cheer ups!

i came up with this in like 5 seconds, as i do with all my fics *insert thumbs up here*. enjoy.

THIS IS PLATONIC. just mentioning that for weirdos!

this was based on interactions with my BROTHER so don't be weird. i had to write for the brothers (which ones, who knows~ [technically you'll know bc they're in the tags but whatever i like this LMFAO]) and this is my first fnf fic. wow.

"Finally, home..." Agoti let an exasperated sigh as he flopped on to his bed, coming home after what was going to be a relaxing walk turned into a hectic rap battle with that annoying blue-haired brat! It had been the third time this week, and it was really starting to wear him down for the worse. His body ached - for how much energy he put into that one single battle; he was upset that he didn't win.

That he couldn't win.

That was the main problem - he was never able to figure out how to beat him. Everything that brat did was able to one-up his moves immediately and have the entire crowd cheering for him. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a little. Scratch that, a lot. He wanted to feel good and confident about his rapping skills. If he never won any matches, how could he be considered good? His mind swirled with random thoughts of self-doubt as he gripped the side of his pillow.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

Agoti tilted his head back toward the door, noticing the taller frame standing outside of it. He grumbled; he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now. As much as he loves the family bonding, it was just not the right time for it. Not while he had so much on his mind. "What do you want?" He barked out, resting his head against his pillow once more.

Aldryx raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside the younger one's room, letting out a huff in response. "What, that the best insult you got? What happened to the 'hey, older brother!' Where'd that go, huh?" It was clear that he was just teasing him and didn't care what he said, but the loud groan he got in response made him quite concerned.

He sat down on the other side of the bed, looking at him with a stern expression. "You alright?"

Agoti huffed, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His expression was a mix of anger and sadness, one that hadn't been seen in such a long time. "No, does it look like I'm alright? It's the third time this week that idiot has beaten me in a rap battle!" Aldryx only tilted his head. He didn't understand how that could affect him so much - it was only a friendly battle, after all.

"Is it that big of a deal?" The taller one absentmindedly blurted out, narrowing his eyes a bit. Agoti's cheeks flushed a bright red out of irritation. How could he say that sort of thing? It didn't make sense! "Of course it does! He's always winning!" He moves his body up to look at him with a sort of... disgusted look as if he couldn't believe that he even said that. "I never win against him! And if I never win..." Agoti trailed off, turning over on his back. "...I'm no good."

Those words shook Aldryx. His whole body froze with the sudden realization that he was struggling with self-confidence. The red digidevil frowned a bit. "Listen," he spoke softly, a hand resting on his side, "just because someone beats you doesn't mean that you're not good. It just means that you've finally found a challenge. I'm sorry if I made it seem like that it wasn't important and I..."

Aldryx stopped suddenly. His younger brother's movements made his eyebrow raise, and he swore he could've heard muffled giggles out of him. "Dude, was my speech really that corny?" He asked quietly, giggling himself. The younger one shook his head, his arms going to grab the older one's wrist. Only then did he realize the issue, so to speak.

His hand had been tapping against his side oblivious to the reactions that he was causing him. It took a moment before the puzzle started to click in his mind; for the gears to start turning. "Ah.." he chuckled, still tapping against his side. "You know, Agoti," he started, moving in closer to the one laying down, "I don't like seeing you put yourself down. You should lighten up a bit. And I'm gonna show you how!"

Without a warning, Aldryx's long claws started scratching through the fabric of Agoti's hoodie, teasing and testing all the spots on his stomach and sides. The poor boy didn't even have a chance to react to his brother's torturous methods before he was a hysterical mess, squirming and kicking on his bed as he tried hard to get away from him through his bright and almost child-like laughter.

"Ah, ah..!" Aldryx giggled, holding him close in a tight bear-hug, making sure he couldn't get away from him. "No, you don't!" His fingers continued to mercilessly scratch at the boy's sensitive stomach and sides all the while he was kicking and trying to push him off with the amount of strength he had.

"AaaAAAHAHA- A-ALDRYX..! YohohohHOHOU BAHAHASTARD, QUHUHUIT IT!" Agoti cursed out, letting out loud squeals and squeaks. His nerves felt like they were on fire every time he touched him, causing him to jerk away with every single touch. Curse his brother's strength to keep him locked in here!

"Are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" Aldryx asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him a bit of a break, not wanting to ruin him too much. Agoti let out heavy breaths, just laying in the other's grip. He wasn't badmouthing himself - to him, he was just saying it like he was. "Well, am I ever ... gonna win a match?" There was a moment of silence between them. And for a minute, Agoti thought that he was done.

But from the finger that clawed at the skin underneath his hoodie, he knew this was far from over. "Nohoh, Aldryx, w-wait, I'm sorry, please d-dohohon- oHohOHO GOHOHD NOHO!" Agoti let out a loud shriek and peels of laughter as he felt his brother's claws dig into that ticklish flesh. No matter what he did to twist out of his grip, the digidevil had him right where he wanted him. In his... tickly grasp.

Agoti's face was a bright red mess, and his stomach quivered with laughter underneath his claws as he dragged them up and down. His loud laughter turned to whines as the other started shaking his head, his legs kicking so hard that he was afraid that one of his shoes might fly off.

"I said, are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" He repeated the question again. Agoti was already so exhausted from the battle that even this small amount of tickling was enough to wear him out. He lowered his head in defeat, nodding.

"F-Fihihine..I'll s-stohohop! I gihihive..! J-Just.. p-plehehease, nohoho mohohore." As soon as the older one heard that, he gave him one last pinch to his side before smiling from ear to ear, listening to the small squeak that left his mouth. Aldryx sat up on the other's bed, patting his arm softly.

"Listen, I know I just... tickled you to death, but I want you to believe me when I say you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? I'm here for you. I will listen to whatever you want to say, even if it's about Boyfriend and his dumb antics. And hey," Aldryx looked him dead in his blank, white eyes, a reassuring smile on his face. "You're always gonna be the best in my books."

Aldryx then got up, stretching as he walked over to the doorframe. "Oh, one more thing," he turned around. "Dad said he's making something spicy, so swing on by downstairs if you're not too tired~" Agoti groaned as he threw a pillow at his older brother, watching him dodge out of the way and head down the stairs. Even though he appeared to be upset, he wasn't actually. There was even a small smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes.

Aldryx always knew how to cheer him up.

#razz-writes #fnf tickling #lee!agoti #ler!aldryx #PLEASE DO NOT TAG THIS AS SHIP ISTG #this is platonic ONLY #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #its 3 am #im dying #its alright #im gonna hate this in the morning when im fully awake lmaooo

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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uhmmm... just found out A-Side Whitty exists. And...

oh boy. oh boy.

OH BOY.

i'm not... i can't.

oh my GAWD.

expect stuff... involving A-Side Whitty. bc my little brain cannot take it.

#razz speaks #fnf #dude i want to wreck whitty's shit and also a lot of other people #LMAO #i just get in that silly mood every so often

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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so i did not sleep. yum.

i made this instead.

my wip is now finished. idk how i feel about sanford, but i did enjoy drawing him so that's a plus. i tried to make it like that one sanford design (the one from that comic i liked) but i put my own spin on it and came up with this. also, trans sanford. LMAO

Sanford, being a blushy mess with his boyfriend, Deimos <3

god i will never get tired of seeing this pair

#razz's art #non-tickling #sanford #deimos #sanmos #men with long hair>>>#i dont make the rules #LOL #it took about... maybe 2 hours to draw #i did it with nothing but determination #and my mouse #anyways stan sanmos

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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>3<

i don't really draw much, i know, i'm more of a writer but i decided to sit down and draw my FAVORITE pairing in the world...

sanmos

and uh, i got a bit tired after finishing deimos

so you guys can have my WIP !!!

here is my deimos design, and ... no, i TOTALLY didn't make him... look a lot... like me... he just happened to fall like that. no but seriously, i do imagine him looking a lot like me for some reason. he just gives off... soft emo vibes, idk, it just... rings a bell.

anyways

the other outline is supposed to be sanford <3 i'll finish him in the morning

#razz speaks #non-tickling #razz's art #deimos #sanford #sanmos #yes i did give him a lipring and an eyebrow piercing hes just goofy like that #AND YEs #hes got a mullet #me too deimos me too

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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Uwu thanks a lot bud, so glad you liked it ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

i will literally inhale your writing

it's actually unreal

#razz speaks #im being stupid again LOL #i will inhale everything you write tho

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razzlee-meow · 11 months

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How dare you put me in such a lee mood with this wonderful fic

my gAWD i loved every second of reading that

An Eldritch's Endearment (a transcript)

Summary: Kevin has one of the biggest lee moods ever and would practically let anybody tickle him. Luckily, a certain monster has come to his apartment to fulfill his darkest desires

Word count: 6013

Characters: 33636

Tobi talks: Yeah, I did a self insert this time! While the og comic inspired this fic, please note the fic and art are completely separate scenarios. Either way, sorry for this being a little later, was busy with school and shit but glad I could get this out. Enjoy! (also tiggles are kinda intense so look out for that :P)

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Kevin has been uncharacteristically happy recently, despite his reputation as the typical grumpy cashier. The happiest he’s been would be on his days off, but today wasn’t one of those days. When his boss would brush past him to get by, he’d practically leap several feet into the air. Along with that, he struggled to keep that stupid grin and his heavy blush at bay when sinking into one of his tickle fantasies. His own manager pointed out his odd tendencies but he always had an excuse for it.

Such a stupid thing to feel but the candyman craved it deeply. Kevin, after locking up the store and making his way down his usual route down the dingy, creepy road, quietly giggled to himself. His thoughts ran wild at the idea of someone just picking him up and going to town on him until he was a cackling, flustered mess. He would prod himself gently just to get the thrill of a devious ler poking him, making him flinch. He even laughed openly in the crisp air. Halloween was nearing its arrival and although he dreaded the inevitable rude customers and two certain annoying boys, that didn’t ruin his mood.

These cycled his mind in an endless loop of anticipation and disappointment. How he wished for someone to just appear before him and give him what he desired, mercilessly tickle him until he was reduced to nothing but a puddle of giggles. The wind blew, sliding crisp air down his exposed neck. If it weren’t for his heightened sensitivity, he wouldn’t have even batted an eye to

it. But he couldn’t help but grasp it and silently chuckled.

It tickled, just a little.

But an even stronger breeze came and he froze as he heard what he thought was his name. It was hushed and quiet, but whoever or whatever it was called his name. He brushed it off and walked up the steps to his apartment complex. Twisting his key in the door and opening it, he slammed the door behind him and slid his back against the door. The butterflies were still going.

He was smiling yet it hurt that this mood of his would dissipate yet again into an eventless night and he would be back to his normal self. The ravenette reached into his pocket and smiled to himself. Looking through his secret account’s dashboard, he saw that his favorite author had written another fanfiction and posted it only a few minutes ago. While nothing could truly satisfy his desire, reading his favorite characters in their own silly predicament always brought a smile to Kevin’s face.

With the gleam of his phone on his face, he wasn’t focusing on his environment. But when he briefly glanced up, he froze.

In the darkness stood a figure.

His heart began to throttle.

Whatever it was, he noticed them, and they spoke up.

“Hello, Kevin.”

His eyes were as wide as saucers, there was someone in his apartment. It took his eyes a while to adjust but when it did, he could see the insanely tall figure of a woman. A golden eye slowly appeared where her head would supposedly be. It was slick and catty-like, scrutinizing the candyman as he sat there, perplexed. Kevin’s arm reached up behind him to scale the wall, touching the area before landing on the light switch and flicking it on.

The woman wore an oversized hat that covered most of her facial features, donning diamond earrings that reflected in the light. Clearly, the “guest” in his home had a taste for fashion, especially when it came to shades of lavender and black, the primary colors of the fabric she wore. She outstretched her arms to her sides, almost welcoming him in a sense.

“Now that’s no way to greet a lady, hm love~?” She had a beautiful British accent, making Kevin’s heart race. He encountered plenty of things in the past but she felt… different.

He would certainly feel afraid if weren’t for her lax nature, she didn’t feel like a threat.

“W-who are you?” Kevin weakly said, pressing up against the door.

The lady chuckled, nice and smooth against his ears as she seemed genuinely amused. It was honestly kind of cute.

“Why don’t we sit down and I’ll properly introduce myself there.” The woman purred before turning around towards the direction of his living room. He heard her boots click as she walked in and the creak his sofa endured as her weight placed pressure on the cushions. The lamp turned on, meaning that whoever it was right around the corner is someone he could completely see now.

Kevin stood up, shaken by all that’s happened but felt compelled to follow her. He entered the living room and there he saw the woman, cross legged on his sofa, holding a glass of what appeared to be wine. Her features were fully visible now, her big hat was dramatic, topped with flowers, feathers, and a ribbon at the back of her hat. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned and wore a long, frilly skirt.

“Come now, love. We have much to discuss.” He was broken out of his trance when she spoke up. She stared at him with her thoughtful eye and patted the space next to him.

“Um, okay,” Kevin said, sitting directly opposite to her on his sofa.

Time seemed to freeze as the tall woman next to him continued to take sips of her wine, pausing in between before continuing to sip. The noirette just stared off, thinking about what was gonna do.

Was she harmless? She hadn’t hurt him and even if she wanted to, he was sure she would do so already. It wasn’t until the woman offered her cup to Kevin, not looking at him as she did so.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” The woman seemed to have to process this as her arm didn’t move when he rejected her request.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Mulberry.” An odd name to say the least but Kevin didn’t comment on it.

She placed the nearly empty wine glass on his coffee table and turned to him, her golden eye watching him as she folded her hands together.

“I’ve come to learn something very special about you, Kevin. And I think you know what~”

Kevin was now starting to get a little weirded out, this lady knew about him? He turned to her as well, locking eyes with her. “And what’s that?”

Mrs. Mulberry in an instant had a toothy, golden glowing smile manifest. She chuckled menacingly, a chill going down the candyman’s smile in tandem. “It would be better to show than tell.”

Her gaze got more intense, the single eye widening before relaxing. Kevin’s breath was caught in his throat, his heart racing. But nothing happened. He held his breath for a few more moments before releasing it, half-panicked. It’s either that Mrs. Mulberry was messing with him or she had just done something he hadn’t noticed yet.

“I wouldn’t lower my guard so quickly if I were you, sweetheart.”

This lady had gotten comfortable with him awfully quick, so much so she’s been pulling out more pet names. Kevin was visibly flustered and looked away. But was even more shocked that Mrs. Mulberry had stood up, revealing her true height as the lamp light shined up at her.

Kevin was going to make a run for it. He tried to clench his fist, but nothing happened. He froze for a second then his blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move!

He screamed at his nerves to move something, a leg, a finger, but nothing was working.

“W-what did you do to me?!” Kevin said, panicked. Mrs. Mulberry just smirked at him, “Just a little something that would make my job easier, darling.” she said it in a sweet voice but her behavior suggested otherwise

His breath became ragged as her gloved, slender fingers approached him, wiggling at him sinisterly.

“No, please…” He squeezed his eyes shut. Mrs. Mulberry had begun to zip down his jacket and slid her hand inside where she had full access to his torso. He was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for whatever pain would be bestowed on him.

Kevin was confused when her touch remained gentle, her fingers just softly grazing and squeezing the surface as if she were looking for something…

He choked when she lightly poked his ribs, up and down she went, sounds building up in his throat as they began to be more and more unbearable.

A squeak escaped Kevin’s lips when he felt something wiggle against his ribs. Kevin was beginning to get an idea of what she was doing and all his fear seemed to disappear except for one part.

He looked up and saw her, she was staring at him smugly, daring to let out any of those sounds. The candyman did all that he could to look away.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Mrs. Mulberry began to quietly tease the poor boy, noticing how close he was cracking. Kevin was already beginning to go a little insane, snickering as her hands explored his midsection, tracing random shapes over his stomach.

She slipped her hands underneath his uniform shirt, feeling the pale skin shudder as the cold hands teased the surface of his flesh, “Oh, how soft~” she pinched his tummy with endearment.

He was already smiling like a fool at this point, his face was starting to burn. But that barrier quickly broke out as laughter poured from when his lips Mrs. Mulberry began to knead to the pudge of his stomach.

“W-waHaHait! MihiHihis!” Kevin’s laughter was muddled with small hiccups as she relentlessly scribbled and skittered along his tummy. His chest shook with breathy cackles, although he remained paralyzed. His laughter doubled when she pushed her hand against his chest to keep him from falling over, exposing more of his tummy. The British woman without hesitation, began to claw at his gut, just enough to drive the candyman to hysteria. He wanted to throw his head back and scream to the heavens, to grab her wrists and beg for mercy but couldn’t even do that much with how loud he was howling.

“My my, what a ticklish little lad you are~” Mrs. Mulberry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his belly button before releasing him from her force, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso.

Kevin panted, still giggling he looked up at her. “W-what was that for?”

Mrs. Mulberry stared at him, turning her head curiously. “Why, that’s because you wanted to be tickled, correct?” He stopped for a second, his eyes shimmering with realization and now nervousness.

Kevin had been in his mood for a while now and couldn’t help but want exactly what she said. He smiled awkwardly, giving her a signal he knew now.

“That’s right. You’ve been in quite the lee mood haven’t you, just begging for someone to come along and take you into their arms. Well, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Kevin huffed, “That’s it?” This was exactly like the stories he’s read. He was loving it.

Now Mrs. Mulberry was smiling. “Of course not, dear. I can tell you’re not satisfied with your initial treatment. I would have come earlier but I had some…business to attend to, such a shame you had to bask in such an insufferable mood, isn’t it?”

The candyman stared up at the now-standing woman. The Brit sat back down next to him.

“Where shall I target next, love?” Kevin exploded into red and immediately looked away, “I-I don’t know.” he said quickly.

His face was cupped and turned to meet her gaze, now mischievous at his lie. “Don’t lie to me, Kevin. You either choose yourself or I’ll choose for you~” Mrs. Mulberry would sound serious if it weren’t for the playful tinge to her voice.

Kevin’s silly smile was squished by her hand as her forehead was pressed against his.

“I swheheear, I dohohon’t know!” Kevin giggled, gripping her arm for mercy.

Her patience had quickly run out, and her gaze darkened.

“That was your final chance.”

The irony hung in the air as Kevin shifted away his body, wanting so badly to laugh but so nervous about where she would strike first.

Mrs. Mulberry noticed this gesture and looked at him, “That’s adorable honey. Unfortunately, it was a poor choice to make it so obvious.” she lunged at him and grabbed his legs to pull onto her lap.

“Now this must be a sweet spot~”

Kevin literally squealed and was pushed onto his back.

“W-wahait please not my feeheeheet!” Kevin cried, going mad with giggles as he curled his toes in anticipation.

“What? These adorable little things?” Mrs. Mulberry began to undo the laces to his shoes, panicking as she did so. No matter how much he pulled his legs and squirmed side to side, his ankles didn’t move from the plush spot placed on her thighs, the invisible force had returned. He couldn’t help but groan yet laugh in dread.

“P-plehehease Mihihihis, behehe gehehentle…” Kevin now covered his eyes with his arm, but that didn’t stop his infamous red blush from creeping up his face. He could now feel the shoes slowly slipping off and falling to the floor. As his anticipation grew, so did his giggling.

Just a few hours ago, he wanted this to happen, so why was he so nervous? Kevin didn’t have any time to answer his own question as he felt fingers scratch against his socked soles.

A flurry of giggles slipped through the noirette’s lips. “Mwehehehehehe, gahahahahad ihihit’s so bahahad!” The noirette uncovered his eyes to look at their tormentor.

Mrs. Mulberry was skittering her fingertips all across his feet, not minding how they jerked and curled, which could be easily dealt with, but for now, she would take her time. “Your laughter is incredibly charming, Kevin~”

He begged to differ, he would die of embarrassment if anybody knew he was giggling like this.

“Nohoho ihihit’s nahHAhahHa~” His laughter spiked, now hitting all sorts of notes. Mrs. Mulberry was dragging her fingers slowly across his arches, a sweet spot for him as he started to snort.

He tried to hold back but the noises kept coming through. Now a snorting, chortling mess, he wrapped his arms around his torso and just laughed, no longer holding back, and what came out shortly after left his stomach swarming with butterflies.

“W-waHahait nahAHAHAT tHaHat!” Kevin snorted, his hair disheveled and cheeks burning red. When he felt his socks being slipped off and exposing what he’d long been hiding, his eyes widened.

“Dohohon’t look-!” But it was already too late. Mrs. Mulberry saw what was underneath and gasped lightly in shock. Her sweet little lee had paws for feet, small pink nails, smooth pads that looked soft to the touch, and silky white fur that covered up to his ankles.

She looked at him fondly, “Oh Kevin, how could you hide such a thing from me?” she poked his heart-shaped pad with her finger, making him flinch. “I’m going to have so much fun with these.”

Kevin screeched internally in terror, the thought of her working his paws made him cover his face in shame. He felt humiliated.

Until a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face, exposing his embarrassed expression to the Brit. “Kevin, truly, this is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He looked away from her, how could he not, it’s such a weird thing about him he wished he didn’t have. He felt her fingers touch again, but not in the way he expected.

It was affectionate and gentle. Mrs. Mulberry was tracing the heart-shaped pad with her finger, not tickling in the slightest.

“Instead, it’s very cute. You clearly take care of yourself.”

“What do you mean?” He huffed.

“The fur is as soft as clouds and these little paws are an adorable pink color. Almost as adorable as that little blush on your face right now. ”

Kevin’s “little” blush had since spread to his ears, vibrating and pulsing as Mrs. Mulberry continued to compliment and praise him.

“How can you be ashamed, dear? This is an endearing trait.” Mrs. Mulberry, even with her jarring teeth, gave Kevin a genuine smile. “They are lovable and cute, you will someday meet someone who thinks the same way as I do~”

The candyman looked up at her and gave her that same genuine smile. It was gentle, yet so cute, the woman nearly wanted to smother him with kisses right there. “Thank you, Mrs. Mulberry.”

Instead, she only gave him one kiss, smack dab on the center of his forehead. As soon as that ended, there was a shift in her expression. She was still smiling but it was no longer sugar-coated in comfort. “Oh but of course, I can’t ignore such self-destructive behavior, hm?”

Kevin frowned. “W-what… you’re not going to…”

“That I am.”

Mrs. Mulberry lifted her hat off from her head and swiftly picked the fluffiest, biggest feather out of the bunch. It was white and looked soft to the touch. Kevin swallowed a ball of saliva when he realized what she was about to do. She placed her hat back onto her head, grinning at Kevin who at this point had all the color drained from his face.

“I cannot let this incident go unpunished, isn’t that right, Kevin?” She waggled the fluffy feather teasingly in the air.

Kevin reached to try and grab her arm but her strength was just too much for him as she easily moved him away onto his back. He could only watch in terror as the feather was brought closer and closer to his bare paws. Mrs. Mulberry stopped and took one single swipe from the bottoms of his feet to his toes. The ravenette tried to fight it back but broke as quickly as it came at the wrath of the Brit’s feather.

Slowly, she stroked it up and down the sensitive fur and the especially ticklish paw pads. But that wasn’t all as she used her free hand to wiggle onto his other foot. Kevin threw his head back over the armrest and his chest shook with silent laughter before practically screaming. He shook his head and begged but was left politely rejected by the Brit.

“What? Does my feather tickle your fancy, Kevin? Uhuhuhu~” The fact that she laughed at her own pun of all things made Kevin die a little on the inside. Not that it showed as he was too busy laughing his ass off.

“STAHAHAP!” He gripped his arms to cope with the overly ticklish feeling.

“And why should I? Your cackles are as sweet as candy, something I’m sure you know a lot about.”

Kevin reddened at her tease, he was starting to get desperate, “Ah-AHahHAhahHA! H-HEHEHLP! SoHOhoMEOne hEheHELP!” Who was he even calling for?

“No one can hear you, my love. Only me~” He didn’t respond, happy tears were streaming down his face and his laughter turned uncontrollable and wheezy.

“It must feel unbearable, doesn’t it?” She gave him one good tickle, threading the feather between his toes, making him shriek for the final minute until he was silent. The British woman let him go but was surprised to see he hadn’t moved from his spot.

Kevin’s breath was ragged and laced with small hiccups and giggles. He was staring up at the ceiling, raw euphoria circulating throughout his body. His vision was dotted and blurry with tears and could hardly think straight, but one thing that was coherent in his mind was that he loved every second of it, even if it left him screaming. Mrs. Mulberry placed the feather back into her hat and came to his side to cup the sides of the candyman’s face. She thumbed away the last of his mirthful tears, softly giggling to herself that she had reduced the man into such putty.

“Kevin, darling…” That same accent rolled up his name in a velvety bouquet.

The woman pulled the boy below her to her side and began to press a barrage of kisses and pecks all over his face and the sides of his neck. She had no physical lips yet Kevin could feel a soft pair treating him lovingly for his triumph.

“H-hehehey! Stop thahat!” No matter how much he tried to push her away, she would grab his arm and plant kisses on the palm of his hand before traveling down his wrist all the way to his shoulder.

“Wahahit! Tihihickles!” Kevin sputtered out as the woman pressed a succession of feather-light kisses in the palm of his hands, growling as she nibbled the thin skin. Her affection was undying and Kevin just giggled, lightly kicking his legs as the Brit held him close and peppered him with her devious motherhood.

Mrs. Mulberry now sat snug in the crook of his neck, pressing loud, dramatic kisses up and down. It felt unbearably ticklish and Kevin just snorted and chortled, laughing openly at the sensations.

“You’re sohohoho dramhahatic! Ihihit’s teheheherible!” He wheezed as the Brit pulled on the collar of his shirt to access his collarbone and was gently nibbling on it. Her teeth were sharp but it was soft enough to just have the ravenette wheezing.

“Darling, this is nothing close to what I can really do to you~”

“Yehehes it ihihis!”

“Uhuhu, you just keep talking, my love~” She didn’t hold back, now practically chomping all over his neck and shoulders, he just let it happen. Kevin snorted and squealed each time she moved, holding onto her sides for support as she was basically on top of him now but still had her bottom on the sofa.

He opened her eyes, still belting out those sugary sweet giggles she loved to hear, and looked down toward his hands. He was holding onto her for dear life as she began to blow raspberries on his neck, making him throw his head back to laugh even harder than he was.

The candyman let his intrusive thoughts win and began to wildly scribble his fingertips up and down his sides.

“Hohohow doho you lihihike that, huhuhuh?” Kevin taunted, loving how she froze at his surprise attack.

He scribbled up towards her ribs and traced his fingertips between the bones, feeling the woman on top of him begin to shudder.

“Kevin.”

Her beautiful voice was beginning to sputter out heavenly chuckles, making Kevin blush at such a lovely tone entering his ears. “K-kehehevin…”

She laughed into the crook of her neck, her chest shaking with bubbly laughter as his fingers traveled to her back and carefully skittered on the arch and shoulder blades. Her laughter doubled, sounding nearly breathless as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Kehehevin, please! H-have mehehercy!” Mrs. Mulberry cried.

Kevin never felt so accomplished making someone so merciless beg for respite.

Either way, she had just tortured him, it was only fair to punish her a little.

“Never!” he announced, skittering his hands down towards the small of her lower back and pinching it between his fingers like a set of the most diabolical nipping teeth. She wheezed and collapsed on top of him in a fit of mirth, covering her mouth as she now laughed uncontrollably.

“Ahahahahahahaha!” He was sure she was an angel, the air was filled with saccharine laughter as he made his way up the dip of her spine, tracing it up and down lightly.

“Coochie coochie coo~” The candyman cooed in her ear, smiling as her laughter seemed to harden and her grip tightened on his shoulders. Kevin was unsure where to go next, he never tickled people that much anyway. It didn’t take long as he saw an opening clear as day, her underarms.

The missus's arms were wrapped around his neck, still chuckling up a storm beneath his touch so he sneakily crept up to it. Suddenly, Kevin dug his fingers into the hollows and began to scratch at it deviously, stunned when she threw her head back to release a shrill cry, revealing her toothy, yet somewhat flustered expression for a moment before burying in his chest again.

“Nohohot thehehere!” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that plea, it made him dangerously excited.

“Why not, you aren’t even moving?!” He was right in his hypothesis however, the woman had given him ample access to her body and didn’t even put his arms down as he attacked her presumably worse spot. She still squirmed and seemed embarrassed that he had noticed this and just continued to laugh her heart out.

He kept her there, digging into his ribs, squeezing her love handles, and overall, being merciless until her laughter had turned breathless. Kevin figured she’d learn her lesson and removed his hands from her torso, reeling how she lightly panted at his torment.

“Haha…h-how was that?” The candyman exclaimed, smiling smugly.

“T-that was…” Mrs. Mulberry sounded tired, her breathing slowing down before eventually evening out. “That was fun.”

“Well then, that’s nice to hear.” He gave her a pat on the back, signaling her to move off of him.

A few seconds ticked by, the two of them unmoving.

“So uh, you gonna get off of me?” he asked.

She was quiet at first and then leaned into his ear, “And why should I do that?” she snarled. Kevin could feel the vibrations of her voice and his heart sank. He truly thought that would be the end of it.

He felt her smile against his skin, “You’re quite the tease when you tickle, hm? You had me quite flustered for a moment,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But not quite enough to incapacitate me~”

Kevin felt hands latch onto the sides of his ribcage and squeeze. He had no time to react as she already began to rake her way. Kevin tried to sit up but was still against the couch, pinned down by Mrs. Mulberry. He had nowhere else to go other than wrap his legs around her torso and squeal.

“AhahAHahAha! NahahHAT AGahaHAIN!” Kevin laughed, arching his back and trying to twist away as she began to nibble on his neck and tickle his midsection.

“Oh yes again~” she mimicked, giggling as the candyman squawked under her, hardly struggling to even avoid the tickling. So why not use that to her advantage?

The Brit snuggled deep into the warmth of his neck, snickering oh so slightly when she felt Kevin shiver in panic.

“You love this, you love it when I tickle you to pieces, don’t you? Uhuhu, I love tickling you too. I don’t ever want to stop and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that either, hm?” she knew how much her voice had an effect on him and this was no different; Kevin was grinning wolfishly.

“Noho I dohon’t like it!” Kevin sputtered out, now finally able to grip her wrists. He panted, looking at her to witness the reaction. At first, it was silence, then a gentle chuckle that was barely audible.

Kevin began to panic as his way of restraining her quickly backfired. Mrs. Mulberry grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him back, further until his arms were pinned onto the back of the couch.

“Lying to me was your worst mistake, love~”

He was expecting her to lift her hand and be pinned but was surprised to see that she kept him there, nearly straddling him with how close she was. She wiggled her hand above him, hovering over many spots to seemingly choose from.Kevin panicked, began to kick his legs, and stammer out half-genuine requests of mercy.

“Ihihi didn’t mehean ihihit!” he cried, twisting his body but his wrists were firmly planted against the couch. Mrs. Mulberry only smirked, continuing to get more sinister when she approached and pulled back just to see the candyman’s cute yet panicked expression. With just one hand, she could reduce the man to rubble. And he knew it.

It didn’t take long for her to launch a surprise attack by pretending to attack his ribs but quickly going down to his stomach and shoving her hand under to squeeze at the adorable tummy pudge.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Who’s my ticklish little candyman?”

He arched his back, which proved fatal as that only gave her room to use her entire hand to attach to the lower gut and knead. Kevin belted out hard, boisterous laughter, his chest shaking with wheezes and small giggles in between his few seconds of respite before falling right back into it.

“NoHOhOHO aNhAhayWHERe buHUT tHehERE!” Kevin shrieked, no matter where he squirmed, it only gave her more area to follow.

She smacked her lips together, “Oh poor, Kevin~ Do you want me to tickle you more?” he hated how she'd coo to him like that. But he adored it all at the same time, he felt safe to let out all that goofy laughter spill from his lips, and before he knew it, he had nodded his head.

“Yes? Well, that’s good, my sweet, but where? Here? Or right here?” Mrs. Mulberry traveled to his navel and swirled along his walls, going from slow to fast. She traced the small of his flesh right above his pants, getting him to shudder and chortle to even shoving her hand further into his shirt to claw right below his ribcage.

Either way, Kevin was in stitches, crying all over again as the woman showed no sign of stopping her tickly torment. But what really sealed the deal was when she pulled his shirt up to expose his torso and grabbed onto the sides of his stomach.

This released his wrists from her grasp but was nervous when he tried to move them from their spot and whatever she summoned to keep him there was back, leaving his entire midsection exposed.

He couldn’t take it, being all exposed like this made him hide in the crook of his arm. She softly blew on his stomach, reveling how he squirmed and arched his back.

“Plehehease nohohoho!” He cried, squealing as she continued to tease his bare skin. She squeezed his sides to keep him still and leaned her head down. The candyman quite literally couldn’t take it, especially the ticklish buzz from the kisses she began to pepper, all from his navel to the bottom of his rib cage left him roaring.

“GAAAAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

“*kiss* My my, Kevin, *chu* this tummy of yours *smack* is quite nervy, hm? *mwah*” She was especially bad with her kisses, being oh so gentle with the sensitive skin.

“St-STaHAHAHAP TAHAHLKING!” Her lips were pressed against his belly and her arms were wrapped around his back, giving her full access to speak her honey-coated voice into the sensitive flesh.

Despite the agony he was in, his nonstop thrashing and his pleas were nonexistent with how much he was laughing masking that. His heart sank as she felt her hands grapple his sides, pinning his torso. The candyman knew what this meant and with the last of his strength, shrieked, “Please don’t!” and was relieved to see the lady freeze in her tracks.

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihickle mehehe…” he giggled.

Mrs. Mulberry grinned nice and wide, “Why, that was my plan all along! How did you know, you cheeky sweetie!” she affectionately nuzzled her face into his stomach.

What she said didn’t exactly register until it was too late.

“Thahat’s not whahat I meHEHEEEEEEEEANT!” The scream that ripped from Kevin’s throat was girlish and high-pitched.

The Brit let loose the largest raspberry he had ever received right below his belly button, a sweet spot for the poor candy kid. For the next few moments, Kevin lost his mind in a whirlpool of unfiltered mirth as raspberries were blown all along his stomach. At this point, he couldn’t think straight, all he could think about was how much it tickled. His ridiculous sensitivity didn’t go unnoticed, hearing the small taunts and teases from his tormentor, both complementing and torturing him simultaneously.

But alas, he was reaching his limit yet again, dried tear stains could hardly describe his condition, his eyes continued to waterfall tears over and over again, his hair beyond a mess and a shade of red so deep it looked purple.

“Now I’ll ask one more time, who’s my ticklish little candyman?” she cooed, slowing down her tickles with only light wiggles against his sides. When he took a little too long to answer, she’d knead his stomach until he was mush again.

“IHIHI AHAHAM!” Over and over she did this until Kevin bellowed at last, feeling relieved as her hands left his body and pulled down his shirt.

“That’s right~” Her kind tone had returned and she massaged away the sensations.

Kevin was exhausted, sweat sticking to his skin. She rubbed comforting circles around the sides of his stomach before taking her time to button his work shirt up again.

After a few minutes of comforting rubs, Mrs. Mulberry pulled Kevin in her arms and began to cradle him like a toddler. It was unexpected but he wasn’t complaining, it felt amazing.

She put her English accent to good use, now using it to hum a beautiful melody as she rocked him, it had the noirette slack in her arms already. In the midst of her song, she would stop to momentarily kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, no longer filled with the desire to torment but the need to tranquilize.

He nuzzled his face into her chest, inhaling deeply to fully relax. Kevin blushed, she smelled so nice and he couldn’t help but nuzzle a little deeper. His nostrils were filled with vanilla and rose, the scent only a mother would have. She was petting his soft hair with one hand while holding him with dear affection in her arm.

“H-hey…ma’am?”

“Yes, darling?”

Before he could fall asleep, he slurred out his final words.

“Thank you.”

He passed out, falling limp and in his own sense of tranquility.

Mrs. Mulberry admired his features, threading her fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp.

“You are the most precious, Kevin…”

She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear and everything went black.

…

Kevin woke up the next day to the sun hitting him in the face, the gold brightening the room despite the blindes. He went to stand up from the couch, questioning how he’d gotten here when he clearly remembered heading straight to bed.

The direct contact with his feet to the floor startled the ravenette, he usually had socks on to cover up his-

Looking down to see his paws fully exposed made him remember a wave of memories and it didn’t take long for him to get flustered. He looked around, realizing that his guest had long since departed. He couldn’t help but feel lonely without her, her embrace was so warm. But something shiny had caught the corner of his eye and looked over to see the elegant wine glass she held the night before was sitting there, untouched and gleaming in the sunshine.

Next to it had a bottle of wine, a brand he’d never heard of but it looked expensive. The bottle had a yellow sticky note stuck to it. Kevin peeled it off and read what was on it, before groaning in embarrassment yet grinning.

“Ticklish little candyman”

Mrs. Mulberry

He didn’t mind the new nickname.

✿

Fin~

#razz recommends #sm tickles #lee kevin #ler kevin #lee mrs mulberry #this shit was ... *mwah* perfection

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