NSFW BLOG. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS & AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
Intro Post!
♡ you can call me Cy! i'm a 22 year old agender sapphic, and this is an account for my secret self indulgent fantasies that i share with a bunch of strangers online! any pronouns (aside from it/its) are fine with me <3
About Me:
♡ big switch, both sexually and tickle-wise!
♡ very socially anxious, sorry in advance (i prefer communicating through asks! sudden dms can make me uncomfortable)
♡ taken <3
♡ i like nerdy things, like video games, anime, and drawing!
♡ i'm a fox kemonomimi! it's not necessarilly sexual, i just like having ears and a tail :D
♡ i'm a sharing yumeshipper! i use emojis to represent my f/os in posts and tags but I don't post their names
♡ American-born Latine
Yumeship Masterlist!
Tag Masterlist!
More info under the cut!
Boundaries:
♡ incase it wasn't obvious, i don't tolerate any problematic bullshit. racists, homophobes, zionists, p3dos, MAPs, the whole shebang, you guys can fuck off! everything is safe and consensual here
♡ please don't try and bait me into sexual teases! i'm NOT interested in raunchy or random dms, but scenarios and kink talk is welcome in my asks!
♡ this account is sapphic focused, and i prefer wlw/nblw content. if you are a man, ESPECIALLY cishet and much older than me, I ask that you please do not reach out to me <3
NSFW:
Big Yes-
♡ tickling!!
♡ overstim/edging
♡ navel play/bellies
♡ pet play (puppy/canine)
♡ softcore cnc
♡ softcore BDSM
♡ exhibitionism
♡ macro/micro & giantess
Soft No (depends)-
◇ harsh degredation
◇ humiliation
◇ md/lg
◇ spanking
◇ somno
◇ omorashi
◇ choking
Big No-
♤ scat
♤ vomit
♤ cishet r@pe play
♤ f@uxcest/inc*st/st*pcest
♤ race play
♤ age play/sexual agere
♤ intense violence and bleeding
♤ anything else bordering on illegal basically (if i think of anything new, i'll update this list)
if you read all of that, thank you! have a great day, lovelies <3
Hii jobs got crazy for a while so I've been afk BUT Ive seen a lot about sfw vs kink discourse and decided imma state my case as someone who enjoys BOTH forms of tickle content:
Bottom line? Both types of enjoyment exist and that's that. Adult sfw enjoyers arent secretly fetishists if they say they aren't. It's possible to love tickling in a nonsexual manner. It's also possible to love it both ways and differentiate how you feel. Everyone has their own unique experience and connection with stuff like this and it's fruitless to try and tell each other what we are and how we feel.
Everyone is valid and deserves to be here, and there shouldnt be this weird war between nsft and sfw >:(
How YOU enjoy tickling is your business. And all forms of enjoyment are great and awesome and can coexist. Kerblam.
there are very few things as satisfying as sending someone an ESSAY personalized to their taste of how you want to tickle them while you know they're asleep so they can wake up and have that be the first thing they see all day and just have it float in their minds all day
Slide two fingers inside me and grind the heel of your palm against my clit and then while that hand is pinning me in place, tickle me to hysterics and make fun of how quickly I cum once you feel me fluttering around your fingers
I have this fantasy where a gorgeous knismo couple hears me laugh at a joke at a party and approaches me, entirely unaware of my own proclivity for tickling.
And they flirt, and say their line and eventually bring me back to their place. They sit on either side of me on the couch to kiss and pet and fawn over me.. and when they have me arching into their touch and chasing their lips for another kiss, one of them keeps me a little dizzy kissing my neck while the other sweetly confesses that what they'd really like to do is tickle me
I play dumb like I've never even heard of this being a kink, and so they talk me through how good it could feel, and when I agree they're so so gentle and praise me for taking it so well for them
And maybe eventually I can't hide how turned on i am anymore and they're trying to pinpoint if it was the tickling or the praise before they decide it was probably both and make me cum harder than I ever have before...
i don’t want just clit tickling. i want more than that, a whole dissection made for breaking me apart.
it should start with tying me up — topless but high waisted underwear on, the kind that cover up to the belly button. i’ll already be hard by the time i’m restrained, the process always turns me on. spread eagle especially, forcing my legs open.
i might squirm a bit to check my bonds as fingers trail their way down my arms, hovering at the underarms just to scare me into thinking they might really dig in there. relieved when they retreat instead to trail down my thighs and knees in the same way, teasing at the ankles before letting up.
it’ll be enough to make me dizzy, those soft touches, even if they haven’t pulled a laugh out. those, i will still stifle stubbornly.
maybe hands play with my chest a bit, rubbing my nipples into peaks and softly tickling at the underboob before groping me with two hands — squeezing. a reminder that i can’t control what happens to me as i lay there vulnerable.
but, again, the hands retreat, this time down to my stomach.
something of note about my stomach: it is ridiculously sensitive, both ticklish and erogenous. first, it will be rubbed from my ribs down to my hips. over and over before fingers come into play, gently spidering to find my most sensitive spots.
i’ll start wiggling at that, maybe unable to hold back squeaks and quick giggles especially when they drag on my most tender rib, play over my belly button, or graze the crease at my hips.
it’ll prove especially too much when my underwear is pulled down right to the start of my bush and the tickles on bare exposed skin intensify.
i’ll probably be full out laughing by then, gasping when the delicate erotic point of my waist is touched, trying valiantly to fight off the sensations of not just ticklishness but arousal.
but then, oh god, it gets worse. the drumming begins, digging deeper and deeper into my skin and the squeezes and the vibrating until all i can do is howl with laughter and try desperately to ignore how wet i’m becoming, how hard my clit is starting to throb, how when i buck in the air, i get a brief rub of friction that makes me bite back a moan.
i’ll become so far gone i might be screaming and then — it all stops. i’m left gasping for breath and maybe a bit disappointed that it’s over — not that i’d say that out loud. no, i’d still be trying to pretend as if all of this had no effect on me.
of course, that would be when i feel fingers trace my wet cunt through my underwear. there is no hiding my arousal anymore, but they don’t linger long, going up all the way to my mound and pelvic bone and beginning to tickle there.
the unique feeling of having my pelvis tickled, a spot often neglected to get to what’s right underneath it, will send me into a fit of confused giggles. i’ve never been tickled before, don’t expect to find it so overwhelmingly sensitive, especially when the fingers stray a bit further down to play with the very top of my pussy.
they keep migrating down, nails tickling me through my underwear, and embarrassed laughter claws its way out of my throat, humiliated to find out how ticklish my pussy is, even covered. how i can’t even get off like this, can only laugh and bounce and get impossibly harder and wetter.
the tickling gets every inch of my pussy — my lips, my hole, and, of course, my clit. when my laughter starts waning a bit, one hand starts going for my thighs instead while the other continues focusing on my pussy.
i face a new dilemma as the thigh tickling makes me buck my hips into the fingers that scribble at my cunt, the tickling accidentally interrupting itself with quick, firm brushes against me that make me moan.
my thighs tickle too bad to get me anywhere but more frustrated, though, and my laughter increases as they’re squeezed and dug into. and then suddenly — my underwear is shoved down my legs and i’m completely exposed.
hands start tickling in earnest, going back up to my belly and around to my pelvis and down to my thighs, the intense kind that could leave me shrieking as spot after spot is targeted.
my pussy is avoided. and i hump in the air a bit desperately for any kind of touch. sometimes, there’s an accidental brush, but nothing lasting, nothing to satisfy me. all i can do is laugh and fight against the restraints that won’t let me go, squirming in the wet spot i’ve left under me.
but, eventually, the tickling stops again. there is finality in the break of sensation and i shiver in preparation of what i’m sure is bound to come.
finally, a hand spreads my lips apart and a gentle, soft brush paints over my pussy. it gets wet immediately, painting my juices all over me. it reaches the hood of my clit but doesn’t go under it, the pressure enough to make me twitch regardless.
it tickles a bit, but more than that, it feels good, spilling moans and whines out of me. i’ve been hard for long enough that all it takes is a firm clit rub for me to reach orgasm. the brush doesn’t stop all the way through it and continues afterwards, teasing another one out of me and then another.
i am ready for a break, but not granted one. instead, my hood is finally properly pulled back and my dick is brushed over and over as i whine and try to back away from it. it doesn’t falter despite my protests, and i find myself orgasming yet again through the soft clit tickles, insistent, nonstop.
the brush drags a few more orgasms out of my clit and then draws back to my lips and my hole, almost fucking inside me, but not enough. nails skitter around my pelvis and thighs and lower belly again while the brush doesn’t stop tickling my pussy and it all may be so sensitive post-orgasm that i might begin to cry. maybe.
making a sub top whine and beg for the opportunity to fuck you and cooing in his ear about what a good boy he's being and edging him while listening to the sounds of his desperate whimpers and moans mmmmph
my man tickled me during s*x today and hit a particularly sensitive spot and then HAD THE AUDACITY to hit me with : “do you like that spot, baby?” and when i told him to shut up he said “i already know you do i just wanna hear you say it” BRO FUCK
when lees are being tickled so well that they're getting that tickle-panic and you hear them go "oh my god, st-" and then they choke it back and keep laughing instead and it's clear they were going to say "stop" instinctually but stopped themselves bc they don't want it to actually stop, they're enjoying it too much 🫠🫠😵💫😵💫
Mischievous pixies flitting around a stoic knight during guard duty, trying to distract him
Buzzing in his ear, hovering in front of his face and wiggling their hips, sitting on his shoulder and kicking their tiny feet to hear the ping ping ping of the impact against his pauldron...
No dice. The man is focused as ever, despite the fact there's certainly no threat to be had in the royal gardens he so diligently guards.
An idea occurs to one of them. The little bell-like tinkle of her laughter rings in his ear as she hops up from her perch to whisper to her friends, and almost immediately they flit a circle around him, before launching themselves up and under his breast plate, squirming through layers until they find bare skin
They begin tickling with tiny fingers and fluttering wings at wherever they can reach. They feel his muscles tense beneath the skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of their touch, his breath hitching when one of them finds a particularly ticklish place...
He realizes with a sinking feeling that he can't brush them away, for they're protected by his very own armor.. He'll just have to hope they get bored eventually. Which, come to think of it, seems unlikely now that they've gotten even the smallest of reactions.
Fortunately, he thinks to himself, on the outside, nobody would have a clue he's being tickled by a half-dozen miniature winged women... so long as he can keep quiet~
Daydreaming about an edible that makes everything feel impossibly erogenous and inescapably ticklish, so you're trapped in an endless full-body ticklegasm trip until it wears off
need a boy to let me experiment with his body. just lay back and let me watch how you twitch, when you squirm, the sounds you make. find out every little bit of your pleasure by studying you, you don't have to be nervous, the most beautiful things deserve to be learned. spend hours tracing my fingers along you, feeling every little pulse beneath your skin.
god i could just tear you apart
you're so handsome like this
Sometimes I think about someone sitting down on my back and lightly scratching their nails over the spot where my theoretical tail would meet my back and I get lightheaded. Anyway.
Can I gently trace my fingertips along your back until you fall asleep?
Oh, your back is ticklish??
Can I gently trace my fingertips along your back while you try to keep a straight face, and then say "Uh oh..." when you start giggling, and flip you over, pin your arms, and tickle your sides and armpits till you're all worn out from struggling and laughing, then cuddle you and play with your hair and tell you how well you did and how pretty you are until you fall asleep?
