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[switchypanic]

Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)

Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).

Word Count: 3,669 words.

Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.

His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.

Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.

Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.

Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.

How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.

More; he wanted to hear more.

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.

Only the best for this occasion.

"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.

"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."

Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"

The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."

Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.

Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!

Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.

The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!

'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.

Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.

"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.

The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.

"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.

Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.

"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.

"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"

Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...

The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...

Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.

Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Alastor was TICKLISH...

'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?

Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.

"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.

"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.

"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."

Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."

"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"

Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.

"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."

The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."

Shit.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.

"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."

Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."

Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"

"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.

"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.

"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch upwards, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"

The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.

"Oops, too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.

Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"

The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!

Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.

"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"

Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.

No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.

Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.

"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"

As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.

"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.

"What now?"

Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"

Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"

"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-

The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.

He might have a different daydream to worry about now...

[switchyglitch]

📝 Glitch's Writing Masterlist 📝

I've been writing little things for quite a while now and I'm starting to pivot into writing longer tickle-content, so I figured an organized masterlist was in order! So here it is! A list I'll continuously update to make my main pieces of writing easier to find, whether they're one-shots or ongoing series' 😉

To My Future Ticklish Girlfriend:

A series of various tickly desires from a lonely touch-starved switch.

TMFTG 1 || TMFTG 2 || TMFTG 3 TMFTG 4 || TMFTG 5 || TMFTG 6 TMFTG 7 || TMFTG 8 || TMFTG 9 TMFTG 10 || TMFTG 11

Glitch's Tickle Questions:

Lists of tickle questions with corresponding emojis. Feel free to reblog them and have your followers send some for you to answer!

Volume 1 || Volume 2 || Volume 3

Miscellaneous One-Shots:

A bunch of one-shot reader-insert stories of varying themes.

Slow Feet, Quick Fingers The Fluffiest Time of Year

Skitters Fics:

Fics that center around my tickle-bot character, Skitters.

A Helpful Nightly Crawl Your New Work Watch

Fandom Fics:

Fics that take place in the worlds of various fandoms.

The Owl House A New Sensation Explanation || The Owl House (Hunter x Willow)

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8. CC lee!punz CC ler!dream?

from this post

8 - “Well, someone’s grouchy.” / 590 words

Dream watched from across the room at the grumpy looking blonde, observing Punz as he angrily scrolled through his phone before locking it in frustration and tossing it to the side. He threw his head back against the couch cushions, letting out a huff of air through his nose as he closed his eyes, eyebrows still furrowed together in annoyance like they were stuck that way.

"Well, someone's grouchy." Dream spoke gently, a hint of playful teasing audible in his words but still treading lightly, not knowing what was going on with the older boy.

"Not grouchy..." Punz growled, immediately opening his eyes once he heard the harsh tone in his own voice. "God, sorry Dream. I didn't get much sleep last night with the other two idiots keeping me up."

"That's why I have two locks on my door." The boys giggled at the response while Dream stood up, making his way over next to Punz and lightly punching him in the arm.

At least he tried to punch his arm.

What happened wasn't fully clear to Dream until after it was said and done, everything moving too fast to fully process in the short time it took place. Dream reached his arm out as Punz lifted his own arm to lay across the top of the couch, causing Dream's hand to collide with the top of Punz's ribs. The elder let out a squeal, a noise Dream had never heard him make before, and it immediately grabbed his attention. Once his mind finally caught up with the events that had just played out, he smirked menacingly at Punz, holding up his hands and wiggling them in front of the blonde's face.

"Dream...d-don't."

"Punz...do."

"Whahat?! That doesn't even make- nohoho no! Come ohohon, Dreheheam!" Punz was interrupted by rapid pokes into his sides, making him double over and bring his arms down to press against himself in an attempt to block the tickles.

Unfortunately for Punz, Dream didn't seem to have an issue with this, as he continued poking along the blonde's back ribs, his shoulders, into the crook of his neck - wherever he could poke, his tickly fingers were there. But it was when Dream's huge hands wrapped around Punz's thighs, directly above his knees, that the boy exploded with laughter.

"NAHAHA okahahay okAHAY! Mercy, rehehed, pineapple, juhuhust stohohop!"

Dream was laughing almost as hard as Punz, finding the elder's pleads hilarious. Lucky for Punz, this distracted Dream long enough for the boy to pounce and tackle him down onto the couch, Dream's back pressed against the seat of the couch with Punz happily staring down at him. He looked to either side of him and giggled nervously as Punz took hold of each of his wrists, slowly pulling them above Dream's head and making a show of gripping them with one of his hands, rendering them useless.

"Okahay, wait! Let's just call a truce!"

"Absolutely not."

Dream's laughter rang out into the living room as Punz dug his free hand into the center of his tummy, vibrating his hand and teasing Dream about how ticklish he seemed to be. In his struggles, Dream's hands broke free and a proper tickle fight was started. It ended with the blondes on the floor in a giggly heap, both breathless and blushy and exhausted beyond belief.

Sapnap and George found the two a little after that, snapping pictures as the two boys slept on the floor curled up in each others arms, with silly little smiles still on their faces.

[softleesam]

Do you have a ler? Or tag one you'd like to be tickled by😋

technicallyy no since all my ler friends live too far away🥴 but I do have some pretty great ler/switchy friends!

@mike-the-switch @applesyaboi @ticklerebel @kasey-writes-stuff @yourgigglebugmaya @sensitivemarie and more that I can't remember off the top of my head lol

[quinloki]

Kinky Marco Head Canons

Hmmm... I think I'll start with...

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom preferences Forced/Denied Orgasms Tickling Bondage/Merinthophilia/Shibari

Four is good to start /stretches/

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom Preferences:

For an easy breakdown of numbers we'll do an out of a 100 sort of thing for each (these aren't going to add up to 100 it's on an independent scale for each one)

Dom - 95 - Marco's preference is control. He likes to exert it, he likes to be a position for it. He's not going to never-ever let go of the reigns, but he's really going to have to trust first before he's letting go

Sub - 10-15 - Once that trusts there he's a little more comfortable with it than you'd expect. If you were putting Sub and Dom on the same scale the overlap would be switchy territory. But 9 times out of 10 he's the dom.

Top/Bottom - a solid 50/50 - Marco's pretty laid back about the logistics of sex. Much like say, Shanks or Kid and Killer, the point is often simply pleasure, and pleasure can be had in a lot of ways. Given his preference for being the dom he'll be the Top more than not, but it's not impossible to be the dom and the bottom.

Forced/Denied orgasms:

Marco receiving - Depending on how well you have him pinned down, and how much you're willing to push him, you might just see Marco sweat. Forced orgasms won't wear him down very fast at all - he has incredible stamina, and his devil fruit helps. Denial, however, can make him squirm. He won't be a good bird though, so you're going to have to learn his tells when he's getting close, cause he's not going to divulge them.

Marco giving - Patience is a virtue, and Marco may as well be a saint. A terrible, terrible, cruel saint. He's not in a rush, not when it comes to you, and if you're not any good at begging for relief or mercy, you will be before the evening's done. He's a kind enough man he'll help you find the words if you need help, but you're going to be the one to say them before it's all done.

And if you're being denied or forced as payback for whenever you had him at your mercy? ... Well... good luck. I can promise you'll survive at the very least >.>

Tickling:

Marco Receiving - I hate to leave this so short, but you're not going to tickle this man. Maybe it's the devil fruit. Maybe it's years of self-control and practice. Maybe it's just luck for him he wasn't born ticklish, it's not happening.

Marco giving - He'll refrain if you don't like being tickled, whatever the reason may be. Whether you dislike your laugh, or dislike the feeling of it, he's not mean. But of all the songs you sing, the sound of your laughter is one of his favorites, if not his absolute favorite. He'll send Ace over to you to share his newest joke just to hear you laugh.

And if he can get away with mixing the sounds of your pleasure with the sounds of your laughter? Well, he'll be hesitant to admit it, but it probably nearly made him cum untouched the first time it happened. It was a little more effective than he expected. ♥

Bondage/Merinthophilia/Shibari:

Marco Receiving - He doesn't have a Merinthophilia kink directly, but he's not against being bound and tied up. His preference is shibari because it's a long process, as much art as it is anything, and honestly, being limber enough to put up with it is good exercise. Pardon the pun, but the process of being bound is, itself, a good bonding experience, and that quality time is what really puts it in good graces for Marco.

Devil Fruit possessing Marco can slip the ropes whenever he wants, so there's little concern for safety in his eyes (for himself at least)

Marco Giving - You don't grow up on a ship without being a decent rigger. Tying sails and such doesn't equate to good bondage techniques right out of the box, but Marco knew several dozen knots before he even first learned about shibari. It's like painting to him, or writing, it's a form of creation that lets him unwind. The patterns he can make are delicate and intricate.

The level at which he can multi-task while spending hours adding more details and knots while turning you into a shivering, pleading, drooling mess is, admittedly, a little scary. Or would be, except that you can trust him.

(I was actually going to do six to start, but um... I'm a bit distracted at the moment, so here's where we take a little break.)

[snow-prince-ftm]

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Who I am:

A queer and transgender writer with a filthy imagination and a passion for getting you off. I'm as switchy and versatile as they cum, and I have a real knack for getting under your skin and figuring out what's going to light you up. I also have a couple of degrees in English literature, so if you're turned on by a huge, throbbing vocabulary, I'm sure what I'm packing will satisfy you. ;)

What I'll write:

Format: I'm available for roleplays over Discord at an hourly rate ($22/hour), or for commissioned pieces at a word-count rate ($0.04/word). There is no minimum or maximum post length to roleplay with me; some of my favorite roleplays have taken place in fast, frequent bursts of very short posts, and others have happened in much longer posts.

Perspective: I usually write in third person (e.g., "Elijah struggled against his cuffs"), but I'm also happy to write in second person ("you struggle against your cuffs"), or in first person ("I struggle against my cuffs"). I can write in any tense you prefer. If you’re not sure what you’d like most, please feel free to ask for examples!

Identities: I've written characters across a broad range of genders and orientations, and I'm happy to explore whatever identities tickle your fancy. I'd consider queer and trans characters a specialty, and I'm also happy to play with gender with cis characters (e.g., if you wanted to explore a sissy kink for a character you'd consider a cis man).

Genres: I'm happy to work with a real-world/modern setting, but I'm also super fond of historical fiction, high fantasy, and sci-fi elements in my erotica. I’m fandom-friendly, and even if I’m not intimately familiar with your fandom, I may be able to take a crash course and write for it. (That’s a weird flex, but it’s something I’m often able to do!)

Types: I can write a broad variety of character types, but I'm especially good at two:

A brutal, bitch-breaking dom with the strength of a linebacker, the patience of a power-tripping cop, and the eagle-eye for vulnerabilities of a middle-school bully, and,

A resilient, sharp-edged sub, cold and clever and sparkling, and shattering like glass when they break.

Those are my favorites, but there's a world of options. Some other favorites include innocent ingenue subs that break open at once, oblivious doms that do half their damage through neglect, clever and accommodating subs who try to survive through harm reduction, and slow, subtle doms who feign affection and gentleness while perpetrating violence.

Kinks: I have a lifelong love of stories centered around non-consent, rape, and ravishment.* Within the fantasy of the commission or roleplay, that could be a fully non-consensual encounter, a consensual non-consent (cnc) kink scene between willing partners, or a scene that happens without consent but leaves the sub feeling blissed-out and conflicted. I'm extremely into a wide range of BDSM kinks, and I especially love stories that involve kidnapping, captivity, master/slave dynamics, imprisonment, and the like. I love huge, impossible insertions, overstimulation, monster-fucking, breeding, and other kinks that are about pushing the submissive's limits, physical or emotional, and I'm game if the violence gets extreme. (You want the sub's pelvis broken under a giant werewolf dom? I'm down for that.) I'm also willing to explore some scary identity-based scenarios under some circumstances - for instance, if you're a queer or trans person looking for fantasies of corrective rape or abuse, I'm open to talking through that together. And I can write a single kink in a multitude of ways – whether you want a breeding kink story where the sub becomes the dom’s little incubator forever, or breeding kink story where there’s no real risk of pregnancy at all, I can accommodate you.

And there's a wide variety of kinks that are less central to my experience, but that I would be enthusiastically willing to explore. In general, I'm extremely game to try new things, even if they're highly taboo; if you have something in particular on your wishlist, let's talk about it! I promise to be non-judgmental about what turns you on and honest about what I think I can write well.

*Note: A word about fantasies of rape and abuse - they're extremely common and normal, both among the general population and among survivors in particular. It's very common for people to eroticize things they're afraid of, or things they're processing. This can be true even if you fantasize about being the perpetrator – brains are complicated! If you're feeling ashamed about this kink, please know that there's no need to be.

Not Quite A Kink: This is a funny one, but I fucking love aftercare in my fiction. Whether it’s the creepy, unsettling comfort of an abusive dom stroking their shivering sub’s hair, or the genuine relief of an adventuring knight defeating the dragon who’s been using their monarch as a captive fuckdoll and whisking them away to safety, I’m totally here for writing the decrescendo parts, too. I don’t have to include that if you don’t want it, but if that tickles your fancy, know that I can provide it in spades.

Hard Limits: I will not write with you about underage characters. (I know that people sometimes want to write erotica featuring underage characters for some of the same healing/processing reasons I outlined above that can foster an interest in darker stories in general. I’m not condemning that; people heal and grow in a variety of ways, and the choices about how they do so can be deeply complex and personal. I’m just placing a limit on what ideas I’m willing to explore with other people; sexual stories featuring underage characters are not among them.)

Likewise, I will not write with or for any client under the age of 18, and I will block you if you ask me to. Even if the age of majority in your area is lower than that, I need to make my rules based on the age of majority where I live. Also, if you're under 18, you shouldn't be on this blog anyway! Please unfollow me.

I'm not aware of any other hard limits I have, but people learn new things about themselves all the time; if I come across a hard limit for myself that will impact our work together, I will talk with you about whether you'd like to pivot what I'm working on for you or receive a refund.

How it works:

Consultations: Not sure if you’d like to write together? Set up a free 15-minute new customer consultation! We can chat over Discord about what you’re looking for and whether we’ll be good fits for each other.

Brainstorming: I charge a reduced rate for the time we spend talking about what you’d like, whether we’re planning our roleplay or sketching out the parameters of your commission. The first 30 minutes of talking about details is free; after that, brainstorming together is priced at $20/hour. (I don’t want to charge you a lot for the planning part; if you aren’t sure what you want, I’ll do my best to give you helpful prompts so we can get through the planning quickly and smoothly.)

Roleplay: I do paid roleplays in real-time for $22/hour. This means that you book time at my hourly rate and we write together over Discord during that time. Of course, you may not always know exactly how long a roleplay will take – that makes sense! We’ll make our best estimate together. If things get exciting and you’d like to go longer, I’ll be happy to accommodate you unless the extension conflicts with another booking. If our time estimate is incorrect, we’ll settle the balance at the end of the session. If we’re writing for more than an hour over our estimated time, I’ll pause to check in and ask you to pay an additional installment to book the extra time.

Commissions: I write commissioned pieces for $0.04/word, starting at 250 words. We’ll agree on an estimated timeline for the piece, beginning at three calendar days. Pending availability, I also offer rush 24-hour turnaround for an additional $35.

Payment: I accept payment via CashApp, Ko-Fi, PayPal, and Venmo. I request payment for half the booking up-front, and you pay the other half at the end. You can find my payment methods at my carrd, here.

Other things to know about me:

I've done a lot of research about the ways in which people can use storytelling, especially in the form of sexual fantasies, to process and move through trauma. I'm not a therapist, but I am a survivor of some kinds of abuse and violation myself; I've always worked through my experiences this way, and I'm really interested in the ways that fantasies and playing pretend can put agency and control back in survivors' hands. This interest shows up for me in the area of sexual violence, as well as in the areas of identity-based violence like homophobia and transphobia. If you like to play with fire, please know that you can trust me to play responsibly with you. I'm highly focused on consent, check-ins, and aftercare, especially when I'm domming. I will take good care of you. That's important to me.

How to reach me:

You can reach me via DM here on tumblr, via DM or chat on reddit at u/shapeshifterstories, via Discord at #shapeshifterstories, or via email at sierralimauniformtango [at] protonmail [dot] com. (Of these, Discord is often the most immediate way to reach me.)

Please feel free to message any time, whether I appear online or off; sometimes I may appear busy or offline when I’m already booked up, but I’ll be happy to reply to your message as soon as I’m available.

I retain the copyright to the material I write, and my ability to use it for marketing purposes or in my portfolio. The copyright can be shared with you or exchanged to you for a larger fee, to be negotiated with me privately. I keep the copyright to all my work by default.

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Sap just attempted to tickle Karl, he reached for his side and his knee pls tell me I'm not the only one who saw

I GOT THE CLIP

@kasey-writes-stuff PLS TELL ME YOU SEE IT TOO

@switchy-simp here's the clip

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Punz tk headcannons

AN: For you @kasey-writes-stuff because Punz is simply amazing and a fic will take me a while 

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Punz is the definition of just a switchy man, regardless though he is a soft man. Like yes he does rough tickles especially cause he is just playful as fuck and if you challenge him he will beat you in a heartbeat then proceed to wreck your shit. 

Especially is switchy for the people he is close with. Like he definitely gets a ler mood when Foolish or Sapnap bet him on things because there is no way he will let himself lose and get wrecked. He still has pride after all. 

Will definitely react to provoking as well but the twist is he will start before stopping to then get whoever is the lee to admit they want to be tickled (consent is important to him plus extra fluster points)

Is a casual ler for people he isn’t super close with, isn’t super playful but also isn’t super soft. He just is a medium in between.

Sometimes gets in soft playful ler moods though and will just wrap his arms around his friends and start wrecking them. Unprompted, giving them no time to react to his backhugs before there are wiggling fingers being dug into them.

He would likely be 50/50 no particular lean, he kinda just goes with the flow. He’s easy to get tickles from and he’s also easy to tickle.

When lee depending on the person he may vary from cute and giggly to will fight with all his might to get free (mostly with Sapnap in all honesty)

He will easily get flustered depending on. Like you just poke him and if it surprises him and he gives a reaction it will fluster him. Doesn’t always mean he is lee though so be weary of when you poke him.

Likes giving nibbles (if the person is alright with it ofc.) He especially likes giving them to people that are extra sensitive to them though because it makes it more fun for him.

The way he wouldn’t be able to handle nibbles though, raspberries get to him but not as much as nibbles. His neck is extra sensitive to them as well. He would just curl up and lose it.

[switchypanic]

'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Headcanons

Charlie Morningstar

→ Our charming demon belle is a total switch. She loves the playfulness of tickles and regularly attempts to initiate tickle fights with the others (at the moment, she has a shockingly high success rate). → Vaggie is her favorite target, of course! There have been many mornings where she has awoken her girlfriend with a barrage of soft, tickly kisses, and Vaggie can never bring herself to mind them. → She leans heavily on baby talk, so expect a few "coochie coochie coos" between gushes about how cute you look while laughing. → One of the only ones brave enough to try tickling Alastor. This earned her some huge bragging points with Angel Dust Even Husk had to admit she "had guts" when he found out about her attempts to reduce the feared Radio Demon to a giggling fit. → Her tickles tend to be quick and gentle, her fingers spidering from spot to spot before you even have the chance to grab at her hands, and if she ever decides to bring her tail into the mix, that's just one more thing you'll have to watch out for. → Speaking of her tail, it's one of her worst spots, so it's a good thing she usually keeps it hidden. Other sweet spots include her cheeks, sides and hooves. → While teasing can fluster her to some degree, she isn't embarrased about liking tickling, and will even outright ask for them if her lee mood is bad enough. → If you manage to get her laughing hard enough, she lets out these loud snorts, a trait that she inherited from her father. → Responds best to fast, light pressure. Sure, digging into her spots will get her laughing, but those reactions are nothing compared to the frantic squeals you'll get by spidering your fingers across the spade of her tail. → She is predominantly tickled by Vaggie, though as the other hotel patrons start to warm up to her, they start sneaking in a few tickles here and there as well.

Vaggie

→ Far from the most touchy feely member of the group, Vaggie is only okay with tickling Charlie at first. However, as she starts to warm up to and bond with the others, she slowly starts to become more playful with them as well. → The most skilled ler in terms of precision and technique. However, she still has some learning to do when it comes to teasing (she's kinda bad at it, though not for lack of trying). → Prior to meeting Charlie, Vaggie hadn't really encountered tickles before, as she didn't exactly have the best home life. However, her girlfriend is more than happy to help her make up for lost time and always makes an effort to include Vaggie in the group tickle wars. → When her wings grow back, she loves using them as tickle tools, though this is a technique she reserves for Charlie alone. Showing off one's wings can be a huge show of trust for an angel, and she just doesn't have that level of comfort with the others yet. → Angel Dust is her most prevalent lee after Charlie. The actor just goes out of his way to push her buttons, knowing good and well she's going to retaliate for it, and Vaggie is happy to oblige. → While not as ticklish as some of the other members of the hotel staff, she has a few sweet spots that are guaranteed to get her laughing, those being her armpits, wings, and feet. ONLY Charlie is allowed to touch her wings, though! → Whenever she's being too much of a stick in the mud, Angel will make sure she gets a few good tickles, usually aided by Charlie. While she might act annoyed by it, Vaggie doesn't really mind their affectionate concern. → The only one she actively tries to fight off as Alastor. No matter how much time they spend together, the angel cannot bring herself to trust him (not that I can blame her), and Alastor's teasing tends to be just a little too mean spirited for her to find comfort in. → Angel has made SO MANY JOKES about how "they should just tickle the other Exorcists into submission if they're half as sensitive as Vaggie" and it flusters her to no end. → She is more of a giggle than a cackler, having a higher pitched, sweet sounding laugh that Charlie likes to compare to the sound of a bell ringing.

Angel Dust

→ On the outside, Angel is shameless about his enjoyment of tickling, be it being on the giving or receiving end. However, once you start to break down his bravado, he's shockingly easy to fluster (when Husk found out just how SHY Angel gets about his lee moods, he had a field day with it). → THE KING OF TEASING, I SWEAR. It is one of the many talents he's developed over his time in the "film" industry and he loves to boast about it. → "Aaaw, what's the mattter? Does the wittle kitty have tickwish wittle wings? Can he not handle havin' his wittle feathers ruffled?" → Very big on consent for obvious reasons. If his lee really doesn't want it, he will stop tickling them immediately and profusely apologize. → All of his arms give him a major advantage in tickle fights, allowing him to hold his lee down with ease while the remaining limbs target multiple sweet spots at once. → Speaking of his extra arms, they are actually both a blessing and a curse, as his armpits are his absolute worst spot. As if having one set wasn't bad enough, the poor guy has MULTIPLE to worry about protecting during a tickle fight, a feat he rarely manages to accomplish. → He doesn't like having his feet touched. While they're pretty ticklish, they are a huge source of insecurity for him, so the others make sure to stay clear of them. → Prefers soft, gentle tickles to rougher ones. Sure, getting absolutely destroyed can be fun and all, but sometimes he just needs something sweet and playful to brighten his mood after a particularly hard day of filming. → Cherri Bomb was the one to reveal his sensitivity to the others, leading to the poor spider getting lovingly ganged up on and tickled to pieces (not that he minded, of course). → His laughter is wild and bouncy, ranging from frantic giggles to loud cackling depending on the spot, technique, and ler (responds the best to Cherri and Husk, though Alastor is a close third).

Husk

→ Husk prefers being the ler most of the time; it takes a lot for him to let go and allow somebody else to take control (thanks a lot, Alastor). However, as the bartender comes to trust the other hotel patrons more, he starts opening up to the idea of being on the recieving end more often. → Usually only pokes or prods at you in passing; very rarely full-on attacks. If you want to get totally wrecked, you're either gonna have to ask for it or annoy him enough to get him to snap (Angel Dust has become the master of this because there's NO WAY IN HELL he's gonna be able to ask for it). → Husk is a fan of more toned down teasing; he finds baby talk too silly and will actually end up flustering HIMSELF if he attempts it. Instead, he leans more towards little comments, deep chuckles and knowing smirks to get his lee all squirmy. → "Hm, this a good spot? No? Well, I guess you won't mind if I stay here then, will ya?" Cue panicked screeching for Angel. → THIS MAN IS CONFIRMED TO BE CANONICALLY TICKLISH! WE'VE GOT A LIVE ONE, YOU GUYS! → Alastor was the first to find out Husk's ticklish but (shockingly enough) kept it to himself. As such, it was a total shock to Angel when one misplaced scratch behind the ear nearly sent the cat demon into a fit of giggles. Needless to say, the actor had a field day and Husk was MORTIFIED. → Teasing gets to him so bad, you guys! Like, he isn't a fan of teasing that makes him feel weak or small, but if you start complimenting his laugh or cooing about how his tail is wagging, he might actually combust. → HE TOTALLY PURRS WHEN HE LAUGHS! SORRY, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, PEOPLE!" → His kill spots are his ears, wings and paws (especially the little heart beans, he'll offer you anything you want to get you leave those alone). Under the chin is also a major giggle spot for him.

Alastor

→ Most people automatically assume Alastor isn't ticklish. I mean, come on, he's the RADIO DEMON! Plus, with how evil of a ler he is, the risks of trying just doesn't seem to outweigh the benefits. However, if you know the right spots and techniques, it is possible to take him down with you. → Behind Charlie, he starts most of the hotel's tickle fights, using his shadow to cause chaos and turn the other patrons against each other (he once had Husk CONVINCED that Angel was squeezing his sides whenever his back was turned). → He is shockingly gentle with Charlie and Nifty, using lighter touches and kinder teases with them than any of the other patrons. Angel claims this is "bullshit and totally unfair," though it's not like Alastor particularly cares about being fair. → If you provoke him enough, he might decide that a regular wrecking isn't enough and bring his powers into the mix, using his tentacles to hold you still as he slowly tickles you to pieces. → "There's that smile! You know, my dear, this look REALLY suits you! Perhaps I'll just have to tickle you more often! Would you enjoy that? Oh, no need to answer, I'm certain you would!" → If you want to get Alastor back, you're gonna have to catch him off guard and go for a kill spot right away to weaken him. The ears, ribs, or tail should do the trick! → Surprisingly enough, he won't usually fight back, so long as you're someone he has a level of trust with. If Charlie, Nifty, or Rosie go after him, for example, he will just collapse into a fit of barely muffled snickers and half-hearted protests. On the flip side, if Vaggie, Angel, Husk, or Pentious were to try it, he'd put up much more of a fight. → While I adore the headcanon that his radio effects and static get stronger the harder he laughs, I would like to propose the OPPOSITE. The more you get him laughing, the more the effects fade away, letting his true voice and laugh start to slip through. → His tail wags when he's tickled, which absolutely mortifies him, as it is a clear show of just how much he is actually enjoying himself. → Just a heads up, he isn't the biggest fan of being teased. Sure, nicer ones and compliments can get him flustered, but anything too mean spirited can sour his good mood in an instant.

Nifty

→ Canonically not ticklish; sorry fellas! This, mixed with her usual chaotic nature, makes her a force to be reconned with during tickle fights. → Even Alastor will stay clear of her, knowing he won't have the slightest hope in Hell of fighting back against the unhinged tickle monster. → Her tickles are fast and brutal, jumping from place to place at lightning speed, her fingers drilling into any sweet spots she finds mercilessly. The first time she found out about Angel's armpits, the poor guy was left WHEEZING before Vaggie and Charlie could pull her off of him. → She has absolutely attempted to use her feather duster to tickle people before, to varying degrees of success (it worked best on Charlie and Pentious because they're SUPER feather ticklish). → "Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie! Oh my, you're AWFULLY ticklish! How do you get anything done when you're this sensitive?" → Tickle bites are this girl's signature move, though sometimes she can be a little bit rough (they had to bandage up poor Husk once when she bit down a little too hard). → Not much else to say about her, unfortunately! She's just a feral little goblin and I love her so much.

Sir Pentious

→ This man is such a lee, I swear. Like, he tries so hard to be a ler, but he ALWAYS ends up flustering himself in the end. You tried your best, Sir Pentious, but some folks just aren't meant to be tickle monsters. → He has tried to tickle the others on a few occasions, namely Charlie, though he worked up the nerve to try taking Alastor down once. However, his attempts always seem to end with him being reduced to a hissy, giggling puddle on the floor. → He does tickle his minions from time to time, when a ler mood strikes him. In a hotel filled with tickle monsters, it's just the safest option for him, and it's not like the eggs mind the affection. → This dork cannot tease to save his own life. He either messes up the delivery or ends up accidentally sending HIMSELF into a lee mood (sometimes both happen at the same time). → His tail is perfect for holding his lee still, though he has to be careful. If he does not make sure their arms are properly pinned down, it makes it VERY easy for his target to go after one of HIS sweet spots. → The tail is a death spot. Like, he absolutely loses it if you go after it, falling into waves of pleas and shrill cackles. His little hood is also really bad, flaring open and closed in an attempt to cope with ticklish scribbles or kisses. → "NOHOHO, SSSSTAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEHEHEASSSING!" Cue more panicked screeches. → Pentious hisses when he laughs, a fact that everyone finds extremely cute and loves to comment on, much to the inventor's dismay. → Once, he accidentally sassed Alastor while being wrecked. The instant he saw the other's smile tighten and antlers grow ever so slightly, he knew that he was royally screwed. → As stated in Charlie's section, he is super feather ticklish. Heaven help him (pun totally intended) if Lucifer ever finds out; he might just be tempted to give Charlie's first real guest a "proper angelic welcoming," as he likes to call it (it's really just a horrific wrecking with all six of his wings).

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10. What is an interest of yours that you wish were more popular with people?

11. Fill in the blank: Tickling and _ go best together.

19. Tickle fights, yes or no?

Thanks for the questions, and also for writing the original post!

10. What is an interest of yours that you wish were more popular with people?

Answered here:

11. Fill in the blank: Tickling and _ go best together.

Cuddles! There's nothing that seems more comfy and fitting in the whole world than tickle and cuddles, I need it now, tomorrow, and always ☺️

19. Tickle fights, yes or no?

Yes!! Just about the cutest thing ever, and honestly they're perfect for switches since that lee/ler mood can flip so quickly 😅

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A very quick list of JB Smut Swap Recs

There are literally just minutes before the author reveal for the 2022 JB Smut Swap, but I've uhhhh been very busy finishing writing my fic (which is new and different for me and doesn't happen like clockwork EVERY SINGLE EXCHANGE, ahem) but... these are a few fics that I came back to this week:

she's magnetic

@jamlanlovedyou

suction? There? That sounds… intriguing

Ooooh my gift fic!!! I am still so tickled that my lovely gift author went with this prompt and it's brilliantly done, exceedingly hot and will also make you want to go hunt down lifesize duck models so you can buy clothes for them..

Milking It

@catherineflowers29

Brienne has just returned to work from maternity leave. Jaime needs to stop thinking about her inappropriately

I think this takes the prize for most delightfully overtly kinky fic in the exchange but there's a reason it's currently got the third most kudos in the whole exchange - unexpectedly sweet and funny as well as leaning into the kink in a way that people seem to appreciate

What happens in volantis

@kiraziwrites

Jaime and Brienne decide to fulfill a long-cherished fantasy while on vacation—and Volantis has a surprise in store for them

Who doesn't love a super hot and smutty J/B threesome with Oberyn??? This is gorgeously done and exceedingly hot, absolutely love it

One and Only

winterstale24

switchy rope play

This is a lovely, soft, very quiet shibari fic, and I love the way it uses the switch element between them!

Drink Deep

@captainelliecomb

Murderer. Monster. Man without honour.

She loves him, all of him, even so.

Absolutely ADORE this vampire/hunter AU - the world building is complex, their dynamics are gorgeously complicated and it's just hot and all round wonderful stuff - definitely deserves more attention!!

Crossroad Blues

@janiedean

“You summoned me,” he shrugs. “And you still haven’t told me why a vampire would need to make a deal.”

Another vampire AU - this time Brienne is a vamp and Jaime is a crossroads demon who wants to make a deal. Very sweet and an intriguing set-up and worldbuilding that plays out brilliantly.

the star to every wand'ring bark

@firesign23

A triptych of scenes from a marriage

Simply lovely, soft and very gentle exploration of kinks over three scenes, with absolutely gorgeous writing

Shoreline

@catherineflowers29

“I’m a Septon,” he lies. His voice raspy, his throat parched. “Seeking safety on holy ground.”

This fic never quite does what you expect - it's wonderfully done, very soft and entirely rewarding, and the smut is very much entirely a part of the characters. Really lovely stuff!

What Happens in Dorne

@wildlingoftarth

It being, of course, Jaime and Brienne's explosive sexual encounter with Addam Marbrand in college - and the possibilities when they reunite with him at Cleos' destination wedding.

I love me some JAB smut, and this is a brilliantly done take on them reuniting with Addam at a wedding, and making the most of everyone else being distracted. Super hot and lovely character stuff!

[amazingmsme]

ok I’m only partway through their season but I headcanon Ryan as a HUGE lee (like technically he’s pretty switchy but definitely Craves getting rekt at times). and that’s part of why he seeks out Min again, because he misses all the playful back and forth between them, but of course that doesn’t start up again immediately because they end up on the train so soon after reconnecting. so he just has to stew in his lee mood while trying to focus on the situation at hand which is hard because Min is RIGHT THERE and they’re bickering but not in the right way to provoke what he wants. and then they end up in a car that has very tickly vibes (maybe feathers everywhere, maybe stuff that reminds them of their childhood sleepovers, etc) and that’s when Min finally figures out what’s up with Ryan bc of his reactions and of course tickles him to pieces just like the good ol days :’)

Bdnabsnakxkx this is so fucking cute & warms my heart like a nice fireplace! This is just so endearing omg. Ryan deeefinitely gives me bratty lee/switch vibes. Like in everything else he’s so confident but with this he would rather jump off a cliff than ask for it. Which is why he’s so good at antagonizing & provoking. Min can read him pretty well so he knows when he’s in a mood, but he doesn’t always indulge him for bad behavior. Plus he’s a bit rotten & likes to watch him suffer a bit because he thinks it’s funny & cute. I absolutely love this, it would make a really cute fic! If someone doesn’t write it I just might have to! I’ve already had an idea for a lee!ryan fic that would go well with this

[chanfictions]

Hi there! May I request a Orochimaru x Reader. How about this: since it seems that worldly pleasures are completely empty and irrelevant to him, what if his s/o causes him to start enjoying sex for the first time? Female and dom reader plz. Consensual non-con at first. And, of course, add a lots of overstimulation. This is my first request ever, so I’m sorry if you find something wrong in it and also my apologizes for my poor english. If you don't like this just ignore my message. Thank you! <3

Today is apparently inbox-clearing day for Chan.

Hey anon, while this isn't really against any of my rules, I'm afraid I have to decline this ask.

I can't see any universe in which Orochimaru would bend to the will of another in this manner, especially with something like CNC being involved. It just doesn't compute in my head. I see him as being incredibly controlling, not the type to play the sub role under any circumstance. I don't watch Boruto, and it doesn't exist in my personal orbit, so any personality changes he may have undergone in that era just aren't relevant to me. This is just my personal view of him and how I choose to write him. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see him or writing him in that light. It's just not my take.

And as a final note, I'm going to add this to the rules post since it wasn't really something I thought about until this ask came in, but I have little interest in writing fem!dom!Readers. I know there isn't a lot of that kind of content floating around, but it's just not something that tickles my fancy. I might write a bratty sub or a little nibble of a reader having a playful switchy streak, but that's as far as it goes.

Sorry!

[chloenotfound404]

Hi! So I’m wanting to start tickle roleplaying again with some of my fandoms so if you’d be down, please pm me!!! SFW ONLY ❤️

Some fandoms that I rp will be here!

https://fluffy-switchy-lee.tumblr.com/post/638158775544676352/fandoms-i-write-for-and-rp-ill-probably-edit

[happyandticklish]

4,7 and 65 if you're ok?

Also ik this is abit late but just wanted to thank you for liking my post lol. Means alot to me. :P

Of course! :) 

4. So, this is probably an obvious answer, but tickling, I guess? If I had to choose something else it would probably be different scenarios for writing scenes; I tend to space off and write in my head when I’m bored. 

7. I’m not sure how strange it is, but I’ve practically perfected the art of latte making. 

65. Top five? Uhhh, I’d have to say probably @tickles-tea @switchy-nature @tkletrash @ticklishdreams and @otomiya-tickles. Most of the reasoning is just that a lot of their content matches up with my own interests. This took forever to decide though, as I love all the blogs I follow! Your guy’s content is so great, and I appreciate all of you! <3 I think when I first tried to narrow this down I had a top thirty, so.... 

Thank you so much for the ask! 

[my-oto-my]

Ambrosia, Gala & Lady

Pairing: Isaac x MC (Ikemen Vampire)

Prompt: October 1 – Body Worship | Masks | Formal Wear

Rating: 18+ (fellatio, dirty talk, teasing, biting, switchy MC, first-time-for-everything awkwardness)

Pronouns: she/her

Word count: 1,436

Note: October hasn’t been kind to me so far in terms of allowing me time to write, so I’m terribly late with this. And between getting back into writing and not quite having a grasp of Isaac’s character, I realize this is likely rough. I hope you enjoy!

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              Honestly, he should have seen it coming after the way she first kissed him. Only a few months after she’d first come to the mansion, and she was almost the only thing he could think about, driving him mad with desire. After having gone nearly his entire life celibate—as a human and a vampire—he was ready and eager to experiment with her.

              “I’m going to give you three words, and with them, you’ll tell me if you want to continue, pause, or stop,” she said. Mischief danced in her eyes as she swayed her bare hips against Isaac, not so subtly grinding against the growing tent in his trousers as he leaned against the wall at the foot of his bed. “’Ambrosia,’ and everything is fine. We continue. ‘Lady,’ we pause, readjust, figure out if something’s uncomfortable and how to fix it. ‘Gala,” and everything stops, no questions asked. Deal?” A wrinkle formed between Isaac’s brows as he stared at her intently despite the flush in his cheeks.

              “Why not ‘stop’ and . . . well . . .”

              “Because it’s more fun this way,” she murmured into his ear. Isaac shuddered against her and nodded, his hands twitching against the small of her back.

              “Ambrosia, lady, gala,” he said. “All right then.” She grinned against his neck.

              “Good. Then,” her words tickled his ear on a thread of breath. “Let me touch you.”

              His hips jerked against hers, and his fingertips dug, nearly painful, into the swell of her bottom.

              “Patience is a virtue, professor.” She giggled.

              Isaac made a faint choking in the back of his throat as she kissed his neck wetly, feeling the throb of his pulse quicken as she stroked down his back, fingers tracing the dip and jut and curve of his scapulae, ribs, and hips hidden beneath his shirt, painting the outline of his body against cream fabric. He shivered, head dropping against her shoulder, and his tongue found the points of his fangs beginning to protrude from his gums. His hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks as he ground his hips openly against her, allowing her to slide a leg between his for more friction. She hooked the leg around his, thrust against him, and he shuddered violently against her, lust curling low in his belly at the sheer command in the gesture. His hands lifted from her ass to cup her breasts, but she knocked them away.

              “No,” she whispered, tugging his shirt from his trousers. “This is about you.” She placed his hands against the buttons still holding his shirt closed at his chest before yanking his collar open at the neck to run lips and tongue and teeth over his neck. Isaac squirmed and tilted his head back, fingers fumbling with the buttons as she laid searing kisses and bites down his chest, his ribs, and his belly as she sank to her knees. He’d just unbuttoned the last clasp holding his shirt closed when she unfastened his belt.

              “Ambrosia?” she asked, looking up at him. The sight of him thrilled her—flushed, fangs protruding fully now from his parted lips, chest heaving against the shirt hanging off his broad shoulders. She grinned and nipped at the skin just below his navel, not missing how his eyes followed the gesture.

              “Words, Isaac. Remember what we agreed on?”

              “Am—” Isaac blinked, swallowed. “Ambrosia.” The word earned him his belt yanked from the loops of his trousers, and she tossed it carelessly to the side. She pressed her lips to the jut of his cock in his trousers.

              “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she murmured against the cloth. A growl ripped from Isaac’s chest as he tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her to look at him. The look in his eyes made her shudder, like twin rubies nearly glowing in the firelight, pinning her where she knelt in front of him, fingers at the button of his trousers.

              “Don’t stop again unless I tell you to. Understand?”

              She nodded, slick growing between her thighs at the uncharacteristic command in his voice, and she laved her tongue over the fabric of his trousers, unbuttoning them and slipping her hand inside to stroke him.

              “Oh, that feels so good . . .” he murmured, tugging once more at her hair. His shirt slipped from his shoulders, down his arms, to hang off one arm, his hand still threaded through her hair. She peeled his trousers the rest of the way down his legs as she spread her thighs and buried her face in the tangle of hair at the base of his cock. The heady scent of him filled her nose—all sex and musk that was uniquely him. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of his thigh, her hand dropping between her own, unable to resist any longer.

              “I want this, Isaac. I want your taste, your cock, on my tongue, you filling my throat, every day, for as long as you’ll let me . . .” She gazed up at him as she circled a finger around the swollen nub between her thighs. Isaac’s half-lidded eyes gave him the look of someone drunk on ecstasy, and as he arched his hips against her mouth, he may as well have been.

              “Yes,” he hissed. “You have me. I am yours, and you are mi-mine—” He groaned and fisted both hands in her hair as she took him into her mouth, stroking him with her free hand. She moaned in response at the clean taste of him, fresh from the thermae, and tinged with the salt of precum at his tip. She sucked him as he began to thrust into her mouth, groaning as he watched himself disappearing, slick, into her mouth.

              Minutes passed, and the only sounds in the room were Isaac’s groans and the wet sounds of her mouth around him and her fingers pleasuring herself over the crackle of the fireplace. She felt his thighs begin to tremble, his voice growing higher and higher pitched as she swallowed him down. The fingers that were around his cock caressed the sac that hung from the base of him, and the scent of lust and sex surrounded her as Isaac’s thrusts grew harder, sharper. By now, she knew as well as he that he was close. But it wasn’t yet enough, his cock on her tongue; her sex ached for more, for him between her thighs, his fangs in her flesh . . .

              She gasped for air as Isaac bent over and pulled her off of him by her hair, eyes screwed shut as his cock twitched mere centimeters from her lips, so close to his end but deliberately denying himself that pleasure. She made a noise of curiosity, and Isaac opened his eyes, nearly glowing once more. His fangs glinted in the firelight as he breathed heavily.

              “You will drive me mad, woman,” he growled. She grinned in response.

              “I don’t hear a real complaint there, Isaac— Mm.” He cradled her head and tilted it back to give her a kiss, all bruising lips and sharp fangs that made her quiver as threads of desire shot through her. He hauled her up by her wrists and pulled her over to the bed. She shrieked as he ducked and swept her legs out from beneath her, throwing her onto his blankets before he followed her down and took her slick fingers into his mouth.

              “Ambrosia?” he asked, licking her essence from her skin. She drew the pads of her fingers over the tips of her fangs and shivered when she felt the faintest prick of pain followed by a tingle of pleasure. His hips settled between her, arousal pressing insistently against her sex. She relaxed against the bed and tilted her head up, baring her throat to his gaze. She rolled her hips against his and nodded.

              “Ambros— Ah!” The pain came first, a pair of pinpricks thrust wetly into the side of her neck, all barely controlled force and fervent lust, before a thrilling heat bloomed from her neck and between her thighs as Isaac filled her.

              “You taste as sweet as ambrosia,” Isaac gasped against her ear as he moved within her. She cried out wordlessly as he lapped up the trickles of blood that welled, thick and hot, from his bite, the heavy scent of wet iron sharpening every other one of his senses. He chuckled as her nails dug into his back. “I think we’ll have to play this little game again, hm?”

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