â¨COMMISSIONS OPEN ⨠fun tickle stuff (no minors allowed on my account pls and thank you) Name-Bug ~Age-22~ Pronouns -he/she/they ((This is not a kink blog))
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My name is Bug, and I run this account. Although my name is Bug, I am not my OC named Bug.
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JENNY
GRUB
RICH
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Request summary: A vampire tries to feed on someone cursed with a very ticklish neck (F/NB) spoiler alert... it's me đ
Excerpt: I lower my mouth down towards their neck but theyâre actively struggling. I donât understand. They were completely seduced and ready to receive me moments ago. Now theyâre writhing and trying desperately not to giggle.
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By the end of the day, it wasnât 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.Â
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 wouldnât believe me if I told them the truth. Many of my hobbies are centuries old.
It doesnât take more than a few songs for them to realize their head is starting to swim from the wine. I assure them itâs not their fault, that itâs 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. Itâs hard not to find their quirky antics charming. Unfortunately, I havenât eaten in several days and I canât afford getting too attached.Â
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. Iâm not sure they even realize Iâve 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.Â
I gently take their pale hand, easily pinning it firmly above their head. âNow is not the time for games, dear. This is the point in the evening where I make you mine.â
Hunger is heavy on my mind but thereâs 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. âYouâre such a lovely person. Why don't you put more effort into your appearance?âÂ
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. âMmm, such soft skin. Hold still, darling⌠I want you to feel everything.â
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.Â
âRelax, darling! Doesnât my touch please you?â 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, âMy apologies, dear heart. I know exactly how to warm you up.â
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. Itâs 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.
âFuckâŚ.!!!!âÂ
Before I know it, my victim has squirmed away in a sudden fit of curses and laughter. I canât help but chuckle as they curl up into a defensive ball. âWhat are you doing, darling?! Whatever is the matter?â
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. âYou mustnât flinch like that. Youâre liable to get hurt, sweet thing.â
I lower my mouth down towards their neck but theyâre actively struggling. I donât understand. They were completely seduced and ready to receive me moments ago. Now theyâre writhing and trying desperately not to giggle. I can only assume theyâre nervous and attempt to recapture the mood, whispering into their ear while I stroke their neck, âTell me whatâs wrong, darling. Donât I feel good against your skin?â
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 canât handle having my mouth anywhere near it. Unfortunately, thatâs not a good enough excuse for me to skip a meal, even if their reactions are beyond adorable.
âSuch foolishness. Youâre ruining the mood I worked so hard to set.â I try to sound stern even though Iâm more amused than annoyed. I reset them, firmly holding their head to one side as I bring myself in, my breath ghosting their throat. âI promise, if you stay still, youâll enjoy this. Most humans do.â
Their reply is about two dozen ânoâsâ between a surge of giggles, rendering them nearly incoherent.Â
âYou ridiculous creature, Iâm not even touching your neck yet.â I try to settle back in for the final bite, but I canât get my fangs aligned properly. Theyâre wriggling too much and their silliness is infectious. Before I know it, I have a smile plastered on my face. And I certainly canât feed while Iâm laughing. I shake my head, realizing my meal will have to wait. âHonestly. If youâre going to behave this way, I might as well tickle you properly.â
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. âPoor thing. If I canât 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?â
Follow with me. 4 minutes and 20 seconds on the clock. Soft fluttering of fingers or your favorite tool against both of your pits. Which of you can withstand the longest đâď¸ bonus if you both are high as hell too. I GOTTA see you both break
Question to everyone in the t-word community, do you guys have any rules before doing a session?
Because my main rules are bathroom, shower, and deodorant before a session plus have a safeword and some water nearby (this goes for both the Lee and Ler), but Iâm curious if thereâs any other rules you guys have đâ¨
Iâve never done a session so I donât know of the top of my head but since Iâm mostly a Lee I think I would ask what boundaries they have and then talk about my own like which spots or areas I dislike and also what area they donât like and then go for it
Normally I am far too insecure to show my art, but this image in my mind made me laugh, so I had to draw it anyway Swablu with da Monster what he gonna do
