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Ok but what if...tickle monster but teratophilia--
The lee shivers seeing the large teeth, the feathery mane, a long fluffy tail...and a throbbing knotted dick. The monster offers its four tickly claws, purring with desire. The lee nods faster than they process the question.
Suddenly they're whimpering and squealing and laughing as the tickle monster spiders its claws up and down their flanks, long tongue sweeping around their neck and ears, all while lifting the lee up and down on its textured cock.
The lee gasps as they feel the monster's knot slam against their hole. Suddenly, they feel a maddening tickle inside. Tickle monster magic no doubt! The cock feels like a vibrating brush inside them, making the lee shriek with ticklish ecstasy.
Right when they thought it couldn't get more torturous, the monster whines and POP!--presses its big knot into them. Oh god. Oh god they're stuck. Stuck on this tickling cock. All they can do is scream as the beast tickles them within an inch of their life, as deep as it can go.
domming art has never rlly appealed to me even tho ik ppl write it but,,,, it would be so silly and funny and hot if starr managed to get on top of him but without any weapons at their disposal and still physically weaker than him they make a ridiculous last-ditch attempt and just. start tickling anywhere they can reach
and what if he was actually insanely ticklish but didn't even know it bc lord knows when's the last time he was touched at all.... so it takes him SO off guard and he can't help but to gasp and wriggle and pound his fists on the floor and starr has never seen him lose his composure like that even in his most gleeful moments.......yeah
Request summary: A vampire tries to feed on someone cursed with a very ticklish neck (F/NB) spoiler alert... it's me 🙈
Excerpt: I lower my mouth down towards their neck but they’re actively struggling. I don’t understand. They were completely seduced and ready to receive me moments ago. Now they’re writhing and trying desperately not to giggle.
Thanks for calling! About 1.1k words below the cut. ☎️ 💜
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[minors dni]
By the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to coax the mortal back to my lair. They were shy at first, speaking incessantly about their various interests and flights of fancy. After a nice dinner, they seemed to relax and actually provided decent company. I found myself amused as we strolled through the moonlit streets, enjoying how their cautious humor blossomed into something more daring as they grew more comfortable under my gaze. I flashed my dazzling smile, enjoying how their shy grin undercut their self-assured charade. It seems almost a shame they need to die.
They relax even further as I usher them into my secluded building at the edge of town. I pour some wine, a special vintage known to ease inhibitions. They entertain themselves with my old phonograph, asking rapid fire questions about the mechanics, where did I acquire it, does it still crank up, how long have I been collecting records… of course, they wouldn’t believe me if I told them the truth. Many of my hobbies are centuries old.
It doesn’t take more than a few songs for them to realize their head is starting to swim from the wine. I assure them it’s not their fault, that it’s a rather potent blend from my homeland. They lean on me as I guide their petite frame into my chamber, smiling when they collapse clumsily onto the bed. It’s hard not to find their quirky antics charming. Unfortunately, I haven’t eaten in several days and I can’t afford getting too attached.
Still, there is something endearing about them. They are extremely receptive to affection, practically melting the instant I deepen my kiss, soft sighs escaping them with every praise I utter. I’m not sure they even realize I’ve peeled off half their clothes as I settle my weight over them. They gaze up at me, their gray eyes widening with surrender as they toy with my long dark hair.
I gently take their pale hand, easily pinning it firmly above their head. “Now is not the time for games, dear. This is the point in the evening where I make you mine.”
Hunger is heavy on my mind but there’s no need to rush things. A meal like this should be savored. I slowly open their well-worn shirt, clucking my tongue at its frayed edges. Clearly, my companion for the evening dresses for comfort rather than appeal. Lowering my head, I kiss their bare stomach, smiling as their muscles tense. “You’re such a lovely person. Why don't you put more effort into your appearance?”
They make a self-deprecating joke about laziness being a fashion statement, their words faltering as my mouth moves higher, trailing kisses on their bare chest as I caress their breasts. “Mmm, such soft skin. Hold still, darling… I want you to feel everything.”
I open their shirt wide, draping myself over them. My nails softly trace the blush on their cheeks that spreads down their throat. But instead of submitting to my embrace, they stiffen, emitting a startled noise.
“Relax, darling! Doesn’t my touch please you?” I pull back to examine their reaction.
They turn their head away, mumbling something about my hands being cold. I watch goosebumps prickle across their skin and remember my immortal flesh is indeed quite cooler than the living. I kiss their forehead, “My apologies, dear heart. I know exactly how to warm you up.”
I nuzzle into the nape of their neck, enraptured by the sound of their pulse as I draw myself closer. My red lips widen, revealing my pearly fangs while the scent of their unshed blood fills my senses. Their sweet flesh calls out to me as their last seconds slip away. I revel in these final moments, the preciousness of their life, how their death will sustain me. It’s all a part of an endless dance. Gently, I rake my teeth over their neck, my eyes growing black, readying myself to finally satiate my thirst.
“Fuck….!!!!”
Before I know it, my victim has squirmed away in a sudden fit of curses and laughter. I can’t help but chuckle as they curl up into a defensive ball. “What are you doing, darling?! Whatever is the matter?”
They shake their head as they try to compose themself, stammering some implausible excuse about being startled by my touch. I roll them back into place, overpowering them easily as I tighten my grip. “You mustn’t flinch like that. You’re liable to get hurt, sweet thing.”
I lower my mouth down towards their neck but they’re actively struggling. I don’t understand. They were completely seduced and ready to receive me moments ago. Now they’re writhing and trying desperately not to giggle. I can only assume they’re nervous and attempt to recapture the mood, whispering into their ear while I stroke their neck, “Tell me what’s wrong, darling. Don’t I feel good against your skin?”
Their laughter is sudden and frantic as the truth finally spills from their lips. Apparently their neck is overly sensitive, so much so that they can’t handle having my mouth anywhere near it. Unfortunately, that’s not a good enough excuse for me to skip a meal, even if their reactions are beyond adorable.
“Such foolishness. You’re ruining the mood I worked so hard to set.” I try to sound stern even though I’m more amused than annoyed. I reset them, firmly holding their head to one side as I bring myself in, my breath ghosting their throat. “I promise, if you stay still, you’ll enjoy this. Most humans do.”
Their reply is about two dozen “no’s” between a surge of giggles, rendering them nearly incoherent.
“You ridiculous creature, I’m not even touching your neck yet.” I try to settle back in for the final bite, but I can’t get my fangs aligned properly. They’re wriggling too much and their silliness is infectious. Before I know it, I have a smile plastered on my face. And I certainly can’t feed while I’m laughing. I shake my head, realizing my meal will have to wait. “Honestly. If you’re going to behave this way, I might as well tickle you properly.”
My victim squeals before devolving into mindless cackles when I start dragging my nails lightly down their throat. Their tortured giggles mingle with my amused laughter as I gaze down at them affectionately. “Poor thing. If I can’t have my meal, then you can at least entertain me the rest of the evening. Now tell me… where else makes you suffer this sweetly?”
Not tickle content but I wanted to show off my gender euphoria on my only 18+ blog, where it won't bother anyone
I just got boxers from a trans owned company with a pocket on the inside to fit a packer, so you're gonna get a close up view of my crotch (and a bit of tummy as a treat)
I wore them all day and they're genuinely so comfortable, it doesnt even feel like I'm wearing something bulky in my boxers :)
Surely there has to be content out there where the characters are in Saw traps, like the from the movies, but instead of hurting or killing you, they tickle you instead
If anyone knows of any art or fics, send 'em my way 👀
Warnings: Intense tickling, genitals, CNC, bondage, orgasm, overstimulation (for like, less than a paragraph, very brief)
🔞Minors DNI🔞
Summary: An angel exploring human pleasures and sensitivities under the hands of his human partner
Cas had been sitting there for roughly five minutes, though it felt like hours to him. Usually it was the opposite, given he was two billion years old, so time meant very little to him, unless he was waiting for something he wanted. Then he was rather impatient.
He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head to look up at the rope suspended from the ceiling, binding his wrists over his head, and made with a holy silk that even angels couldn't escape from. The same silk rope had been looped around his bare thighs, holding them firmly open, and tied around his ankles to secure them to the chair legs.
A sigh exited his lungs as he lifted his head to look into the darkness of the room. Of course he could use his angelic sight to see Dean in the dark, but that would ruin the fun a little. "Dean-"
"Hush," came the quick reply from his lover, "You sit there and be patient." When Dean received zero argument, however, he turned to look at his angel, noticing the slight discomfort on his face.
All play ceased for a moment as he approached Cas and rubbed his wrists. "You okay?"
The angel nodded and looked up at him, taking in just how quickly Dean had switched up to check on him. He knew he had let the right man tie him up with angelic ropes. "Yes.. Though, I think I have just learned a new.. 'boundary,' as you called it."
Immediately, the hunter knelt down and locked eyes with him, nodding for Cas to continue. The angel tilted his head to the side. "I don't think I quite enjoy the commands, the.. 'Hush,' and 'sit there and be patient.'"
Dean nodded and gave a comforting rub to his thighs. "My bad, I should have discussed that with you first. I shouldn't have just assumed. Do you still want to do this?"
"I do. I want to explore this with you, and I want to be vulnerable under your hands, Dean."
The human's cheeks flushed as he gave a flustered huff. With a light, teasing pressure, he pressed his thumbs into the angel's thighs, not wiggling them or even really tickling yet. It was just enough to send a spark of anticipation through his partner's tummy. "Fuck, you really do just say whatever is on your mind, huh? You know I'm supposed to be the one getting you giddy, right?"
Thighs strained against the ropes, naturally wanting to close, as Cas arched his back and an anticipatory smile stretched across his face. Hands wandered slowly up his thighs, occasionally lightly pressing into the skin, making the angel jerk or tense up.
"You ready, Cas?" It was both a genuine question and a tease, and all Cas could do was nod, squeezing his eyes shut. God, how ready he was. He had been ready for the past ten minutes.
With that, their game had begun. Dean got up and walked around to stand behind the chair, reaching forward to dance his fingers down his angel's sides, delighting in all the ways he twisted and squirmed within the limits of his binds.
Fingers playfully fluttered over his ears and under his chin while Dean listened to the short staccato bursts of giggles as Cas turned his head from side to side.
His mind started to grow fuzzy from the sensations. It was a feeling he had come to crave and adore. He loved how a simple physical feeling could produce so much joy and block out everything that was happening with Heaven and Hell.
Within these ropes, he wasn't a soldier, he wasn't an angel of the lord, he wasn't fighting in a war, he was just giggly. He was just Dean's until Cas decided he'd had enough.
His giggles were interrupted by a short gasp as hands rested on either side of his chest and brushed their thumbs over his nipples. It sent a shock of ticklishness straight through him and down to his groin. Again, they brushed, and Castiel tilted his head back with a soft, giggly gasp.
Dean lightly brushed circles around the soft buds with the pads of his thumbs for a moment longer, taking in the airy, gasping laughter, before he dragged his fingers back down the angel's sides, lightly squeezing along the way.
He circled back around to Cas's front and knelt down between his open legs, causing him to panic.
"Wait, wait, Dean-"
But Dean started at his knees, squeezing them. The bound angel jerked around in his binding, giggling madly. Had his ankles not been tied down, Dean was sure he would have been kicked in the face by now.
"Your legs have always been a hotspot, huh baby?" He purred, dipping his head in to press a kiss to his inner thigh, causing Cas's heart to flip around within his chest.
He would have started kissing and worshipping his body more if they weren't playing a game already.
He slid his hands further up his thighs, slowly, lovingly, evilly. Right before they hit those beautiful creases at the top, he lifted his hands from the angel's skin and looked up at him.
Castiel had his head leaned forward, panting. His brows were knit together and he opened his eyes to look at his lover. "Dean, please don't, not there.. I can't take it.."
"You can, I promise~" The human answered.
Before Cas could protest again, Dean latched his hands onto his upper thighs and vibrated his thumbs right into those creases, on either side of his dick.
The angel screamed and arched his back, throwing his head back in frenzied laughter. His arms yanked on the holy ropes to no avail. The effect was almost immediate, how quickly his member stood right up, begging for Dean's attention.
Dean smirked at the sight and ignored it for now, continuing to buzz his thumbs right into those evil little spots inside his legs, drawing out more hysterical laughter from the angel.
When he finally did stop, he rubbed his thighs firmly as Cas panted. Dean leaned back on his heels and grabbed a small bullet vibrator from a small towel on the floor.
Castiel's eyes grew wide as he began to squirm in place, putting on a show. "Dean, Dean, please no, please- It's too much."
Dean clicked it on, and grinned. "What about it is too much, angel?"
Cas's face and chest flushed. "It'll tickle too much."
"I know~" Dean went right ahead and touched the buzzing tool to the underside of the angel's dick.
Once again, his head was thrown back in panicked laughter. Hips bucked, limbs struggled against their restraints, and his laughter filled the room. When Dean used his free hand to hold his dick in place, stroking the vibrator up and down his length, searching for new tickle spots, his loud laughter began to take a breathier tone.
Cas gripped the ropes holding his arms up and bucked his hips, searching for friction. Unfortunately, this just meant that Dean would sit on his lap to prevent him from bucking, continuing the tickling.
Dean tucked his head into the angel's shoulder, lips against his neck, as he listened to his frenzied laughter, felt his squirming and struggling, and slipped that vibrator down and under his balls.
For some reason that had always been his vessel's worst spot. When the maddeningly ticklish buzzing touched down there, Castiel's whole body seemed to contract, his laughter growing louder and more frantic.
From just the ticklish buzzing alone, Cas squeezed his eyes shut and came, giggling the entire time. His hips jerked and his dick twitched with each spurt.
He started to pant but the buzzing just turned right back on, causing him to scream briefly, before it turned back into panicked laughing and babbling pleas.
Dean dragged the toy up the underside of his length, before he pulled it away, and turned it off, finally giving his angel a moment to breathe in air that he technically didn't need.
"You okay?" He mumbled into his neck, rubbing his hips lovingly.
Castiel was wrecked. His chest heaved and his head lay on Dean's shoulder, the rest of his body only head up by the ropes. He nodded, and the lack of a verbal response told Dean just how tired he was.
The human pressed a soft kiss into his neck and sat up, starting to undo the ropes. "How about I give you a bath and then we take a nap?" he asked, his tone soft as to not further overwhelm his partner.
The angel nodded. "That sounds great.."
As Dean freed him and lifted him up out of the chair, Castiel knew there was no one else he'd rather be this vulnerable with.
I meant to put this in the last ask, but you mentioned before that those two were your SFW tickle monsters. this implies, of course, the NOT sfw tickle monster,
Yes ! I plan on doing a tickle monster when all of their designs are finalized !!
The nsfw tickle monster is named Violet. She was featured in a commission I posted, as well a small piece I did of her and my oc Damien!
Im not gonna yap about her but yeah, nsfw tickle monster that survives off of laughter and pleasure [and fish ofc]
Having a woman eat me out while I tickle her as she does so and I just feel the vibrations of her laughter so I get closer to an orgasm 😵💫 no but for real I want to try this so badly
The idea of a ler squeezing all the laughs out of their lee>>>>>
“You still have MORE laughs left in you?? We better get every last one out of your sides and hips and thighs and ribs and…oh my gosh you have laughs stuck in your knees too?? We’re gonna be here all DAY!!”
