Hi! I'm Kit, and this is my blog for some of my kinks (mainly tickling) and for being even more feral than on main.
My tickle kink will contain a mix of SFW and N/SFW thoughts (the latter will be properly tagged), but it's still a kink. Minors DNI.
Also no bigots or A/I users, I block as I see fit. And don't tease me or ask me about my IRL experiences, I am not interested in anything but fictional content.
My current blorbos/fixations:
Ryland Grace/Project Hail Mary
Husk/Hazbin Hotel
A lot of other Ryan Gosling characters and movies.
As soon as Colt finds out I like being tickled, I am fucked.
He'll find all sorts of ways to sneak up on me, tackle me, pull me into a hug before mercilessly wrecking me and turning me into a laughing, squealing mess. And I can't even run away. His years of stunt work have made him so good at the chase.
And he won't stop there. When we're out in public or on set, he'll constantly make subtle hand gestures at me. He'll be texting me telling me to be very careful where I walk...the tickle monster is afoot today.
And don't even get me started on doing tickle scenes! Oh god he's always happy to "practice" for them.
Of course, he acts like this for a guy who will turn into a squealing mess the moment he's on the receiving end, and he definitely doesn't do all this so I'll be merciless in my revenge.
Following someone with a tickle kink hasn't quite given me the kink itself, but god I do love Husk laughing...
nipping at his hips and thighs while he laughs out curses and shoves at my head trying to make me stop... it's his fault for having such a sexy laugh that I'm dying to hear <3
Thinks of how Esme will sometimes work on little *ahem* devices for exploring their tickle kink...and how Husk is *way* too happy to help them out with testing (since Esme prefers to lee hehe)...
Husk will just be buzzing the devices away against their belly or paws, while poor Esme is squealing and laughing. "Aw baby, I know it tickles, but you're always saying how we need to be thorough, remember?" (He knows how much they love it).
Mark my words: when I have the disposable income I will ensure to c0/mm Damsel!Husk getting tickled mercilessly by Danny Do Bad (and maybe write it too).
Realized since Ryland so often goes to the beach...there is a nonzero chance he has enjoyed the possibility of burying someone in the sand and tickling them for "science"....
(He has also secretly fantasized about being on the receiving end of it but will never admit it-but Rocky is very happy to explore this game if he finds out about it-)
Yes I can be trusted with any Goose boy's tummy I promise not to tickle it and blow raspberries in it and definitely no hip and rib squeezes and also lots of tickly kisses
Summary:You and Husk are drunk and give in to the lust of your bodies.
Type: Romantic, One-shot
Warning:Nsfw,Drunk Sex,Morning Sex
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It was almost four in the morning at the Hazbin Hotel. The bar was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of the bottles and the red neon sign that read "Closed." You'd drunk too much. You, Husk, and a couple of bottles of hellish whiskey Husk kept under the bar.
Husk was drunker than he'd ever admit. His wings drooped, his hat askew, and his golden eyes glazed over. You weren't doing much better.
"Fuck…" Husk snarled, his voice hoarse, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Why the hell am I still drinking with you?"
You grinned and leaned over the bar, bringing your face closer to his.
"Because deep down you like me, grumpy cat." Husk let out a low, drunken laugh. Without warning, he grabbed your shirt with a claw and pulled you in for a kiss. It was an awkward, aggressive, alcohol-fueled kiss. His fangs grazed your lower lip as his tongue hungrily plunged into your mouth.
"Fuck off…" he murmured against your lips, but he didn't pull away.
You both ended up stumbling off the bar. Husk pushed you against one of the high tables, knocking over a couple of glasses that shattered on the floor. He kissed you roughly, growling, while his claws slashed at your shirt without any finesse.
"You're really drunk…" you laughed.
"So are you, idiot," he replied, biting your neck.
He easily turned you around and bent you over the table. His hands slid down your body until he yanked your pants down. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as he rubbed against you. His cock was already hard, thick, and throbbing against your ass.
Husk spat in his hand and prepared you with two clumsy but insistent fingers, growling under his breath.
“Don’t complain later…” he warned, his voice husky.
He lined up and thrust into you in one swift motion. You both let out a loud groan. Husk was big and incredibly hot. He began fucking you with deep, wild thrusts, fueled by the alcohol. The table creaked with each stroke.
“Fuck… you’re tight,” he growled, digging his claws into your hips.
You moaned against the wood, feeling him fill you with each thrust. Husk leaned over your back, biting your shoulder as he sped up. His wings spread slightly with pleasure.
After several intense minutes, he turned you over, lifted you onto the table, and positioned himself between your legs. He kissed you again, slower but just as drunk and desperate. He gripped your cock with his hairy hand and began masturbating you as he penetrated you again.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed.
His thrusts were strong and deep. The wet sound of skin against skin filled the empty bar. Husk was fucking you hard, grunting and muttering curses under his breath every time you squeezed around him.
You were on the edge.
"Husk… I'm going to…"
"Come," he ordered huskily, speeding up.
You came hard onto your stomach and Husk's chest. He groaned as he felt you clench around his cock, and after a few more brutal thrusts, he came inside you with a long, low groan. You felt him fill you with hot, thick spurts.
Husk collapsed on top of you, panting, still inside. His tail wrapped around your leg.
"This… doesn't mean anything," he mumbled, clearly lying.
You laughed drunkenly and stroked his ear.
"Of course not, cat."
They stayed like that for several minutes, sweaty, sticky, and drunk, lazily kissing on the bar table.
Husk finally lifted his head, a crooked, drunken smile on his face.
Okay this is NOT done (I need to rewatch BR2049 and Crazy Stupid Love plus a few others) and I'm on the fence about including SNL characters in the final tier list but here is my very stupid tier for the Goose boys and their tickling statuses (all subjective!)🧎♀️
*Lars I think would need a lot of time to warm up to tickling to help his touch aversion/leans very lee if he learns he likes it, but I do see him liking to gently tickle his lover (and Ken is very lee leaning but I do think when he dishes it he can be a very silly playful ler)
(I'll be honest it was hard of me to think of a character I could see as being 100% lee because I'm 110% lee lmao but I went with Whitt because he's pathetic /affectionate)
