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actually super nervous to post this i feel so vulnerable

The way he shoves his leg between mine so I can’t cover my feet is so mean and crazy 😭

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✨🏳️‍⚧️ A short pride comic, hope you’re all well 🏳️‍⚧️✨

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Something about.. how t-wording causes your body to betray you.

How no matter who you are (how dignified, tough, professional, serious, etc), getting t-worded will force you into a vulnerable and helpless state.

How embarrassing that is, to always have a weakness that makes you lose all of your dignity, reducing you to squirming and begging and makes you feel weak and out of control.

How much having this weakness you can’t get rid of means there’s always something that can be used against you, used to control you, used to humble you.

Just the inherent .. invasiveness of it all? The idea of having this weakness at all, that’s literally always gonna be so accessible to exploit if someone really wanted to. Being so afraid that someone might find out. How it always tears down every mental defence you’ve ever steeled within yourself and forces you to act in such an involuntary way which makes you burn hot with embarrassment?? How easy it is to control you with this.

Damn. I think that’s maybe a core reason this kink appeals to me 👀

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Lots of women in tummy shirts here

Drives me nuts....

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The Ticklish Throne

AI Tickling Short Story

In a sleepy village nestled between the misty hills of Alderbrook stood an old curiosity shop called Thimble & Thread. The locals rarely ventured inside—not because of fear, but because the shop had an odd way of changing every time you entered. Shelves rearranged, objects blinked, and once, someone swore a pair of gloves applauded them for choosing a scarf.

But the strangest item in the shop was a chair. Not just any chair—a crimson, velvet-upholstered armchair with golden lion paws for feet and an arched, high back that seemed to watch you. A wooden plaque nailed above it read:

“The Ticklish Throne – Sit if You Dare”

No one took the dare. Until Eighteen year old Maisie wandered in on a rainy Tuesday, looking for a place to dry off.

Dripping and curious, she plopped into the throne without reading the sign. With a snap, velvet straps slithered around her wrists and ankles like playful snakes. Before she could shriek, dozens of tiny feathered hands emerged from the armrests and chair legs.

They began to tickle.

Behind her ears. Under her arms. Across her ribs and the soles of her boots. Maisie exploded in laughter.

“AHAHA—NO! WAIT—HAHA—STOP!”

But the chair didn’t stop. Not until her laughter became high-pitched hiccups and she begged for mercy between giggles.

Finally, with a ding! like a bell at the end of a round, the straps loosened. The feathers retracted. A tiny drawer opened in the chair’s armrest, revealing a piece of paper:

"Only the joyful may claim the gift."

Maisie, still giggling and wiping tears from her eyes, reached in and pulled out a small golden key. The key shimmered with heat and happiness.

From that day forward, the Ticklish Throne sat quiet—waiting.

It didn’t tickle everyone.

Only the ones who needed to laugh the most.

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TW: Blood and Candy Gore and Bright Colors

YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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FOX SUNSET 🌇 for @/bqchip.bsky.social

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two wiggle comms!

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Little bit of art I’ve done of my mascot Wallace

I love him dearly 🥀

Alien Tiger Hermes my beloved

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🩷🖤💚

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The Unexpected Weakness

AI Generated Juri Han X Chun Li Tickling fanfic

It was late afternoon at the training grounds of a secret martial arts compound, far removed from the chaos of the city. Juri Han lounged lazily on a wooden bench, sipping from a bottle of water. She had just finished sparring with a group of would-be fighters who thought they could outmatch the Taekwondo master.

“Amateurs,” she muttered with a smirk, brushing strands of her purple-highlighted hair from her face.

Chun-Li stepped into the clearing, arms crossed. “You didn’t have to go that hard on them.”

Juri tilted her head and flashed her signature grin. “Please. If they can’t handle me at warm-up speed, they don’t belong here.”

Chun-Li rolled her eyes. “You know, for someone who claims to have no weaknesses, you sure get defensive whenever that subject comes up.”

Juri narrowed her eyes. “What subject?”

“Oh, you know,” Chun-Li said innocently, stepping closer. “The one you pretend doesn’t exist…”

Before Juri could move, Chun-Li lunged, fingers dancing up Juri’s sides.

“W-WAIT—Ch-Chun-Li!” Juri’s eyes went wide, and she instantly tried to twist away, but it was too late. Laughter erupted from her as her carefully built composure shattered.

“AHAHAHA! S-STO-HO-HO-P! I’M GOING TO—HAHAHA—KICK YOU!”

Chun-Li grinned. “So it is true! Juri Han, the fearsome fighter, is ticklish!”

The sight was almost surreal: Juri squirming helplessly, her signature snark lost to uncontrollable laughter. She tried to fight back, but between gasping for breath and trying not to fall off the bench, she was at a clear disadvantage.

Eventually, Chun-Li stopped, letting her catch her breath.

Juri sat up, cheeks flushed, panting. “You’re... dead. You hear me?”

Chun-Li chuckled. “Yeah? You gonna chase me around barefoot again?”

Juri growled, but there was a reluctant smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Next time you sleep, Interpol, I’m hiding spiders in your boots.”

“Worth it.”