#ff/m tickling

[city-tickles]

“Aww. He’s turning red. It’s so fun!”

I’ve seen this gif a bunch of times but never the video. Especially the neck part 😳

[magiciian]

Talk tickling with me pt 2!

First talk tickling with me here ^.^

Magiciianler appears a bit here

times I got to use my lovely nails

First time:

On the second day with @dusktexanler, I was lying down in bed, and he was trying to tickle my feet. This is when I remembered “hey someone told me some top tickle tricks I could use on him” While I was break dancing on the bed trying to get away from Dusk getting my feet ; An opening occurred ! His side was right in my line of sight👀 I kept looking at his side ,then his eyes and hands ( to make sure they were still focused on getting my feet) . When the field was cleared I LAUNCHED my hand to his side for about ten seconds 😵‍💫🤣 He immediately noticed and started wresting my arms to get it away from his side- stating” Oh I see how it is - I see how it is now. You wanna play this game ? Alright, we can play”

I IMMEDIATELY CONFESSED who told me ( they know who they are🤣). I kept saying, “I just wanted to try, get you back, and I’m sorry.” All while I was babbling, he decided to tickle my neck and ears 🥲

I started apologizing mixed with my laughing like there was no tomorrow - trying to push his hands away 😅 and he responded “Oh, are you now? Well- I think you deserve it”

Second time:

@bb-nesquik in the mix

Laying in bed ( I think this was after I was hogtied tickled -will talk about later).

I was in the middle between the two, Dusk on my left and Ness on my right. Turned into Ness lying diagonally with her feet at the end of the bed. Dusk tickling her upper-body while I started trailing my talons down her legs , to the ankle and softly cupping her feet into my hands. Letting my nails introduce themselves to her toes and soles. I’d say the introduction went great ^.< because they kept meeting up with each other throughout the night 🤗

Moving my fingers up and down motions like a conductor of a symphony. Watching her toes scrunch up and down, and her soles shake. At that moment, I thought, “Oooh, this is how foot fetishes can begin. “

Third time:

Ness started tickling Dusk, and I decided to help by pinning his arms down. Which I was very good at for a while until he began to fight back - then I would try to use my legs and arm to pin his arms down🤣

By the end, I was screaming for Ness to help me get his arms back down, but it was too late, and he got his fingers by my neck and ears 😫

Fourth time

Ness in the over the door restraints

While Dusk was getting her good over there, I watched from the sidelines( for a while). Feeling her gaze stay on me 🫣🤭 I was cautious about trying to tickle her.

Most times, when her eyes weren’t closed from laughing, looking at dusk, they’d be tracking me😶‍🌫️

When Dusk was getting her upper body, and I didn’t feel eyes on me anymore, I squatted down to get her legs 🫡

Mission successful !

Fifth time:

Ness bound to the bed wearing the finger stretchers on her soles.

Before he even started tickling her , her eyes were on ME🤣

Ness to Dusk : “Where is she ?”’

Me : “I’m not the one tickling you!”

Ness: “Yes, but I can get him back later - I only have today with you”.

Same thing - I was watching from the distance for a while.

Cheering on the sidelines

Laying down and scrolling through tumblr , saying

“Yeah get her Dusk!”

“mmmhmmm that’s what you get”

“Oooo use that too!”

“I don’t feel bad because you did the same to me”

Dusk was continuing , I offered my assistance 😌

Dusk : “I don’t think you should help for your own safety”😆🤣 ( l didn’t listen)

When he went to her upper body, I snuck behind his body and quickly walked across the bottoms of the bed, dancing my nails on her feet.

Sixth :

Ness vs Magiciian Tickle wrestling

After Dusk was done tickling her and letting her out of the bondage, I started backing up onto my ship ( my bed) and covering myself with pillows. Ness climbs onto the bed, on top of me, with the pillow lying between our chests. She gets her left hand under the pillow and tickles my side 🙃. Dusk decided to come by to take away some of my pillow protection !! Leaving more of my spots unexposed 😫 then taking a seat.

Watching Ness and I going at it with each other. After she got to my side by going under the pillow, I got my hand to her side and used that opportunity to sit up. Once I got up, I grabbed both of her hands, and we were face to face … when she decided to use her toes to tickle my sides 😟 I decided to lose one hand and tickle that hat foot, then her stomach ! Down she went on her back and down came my hands to her belly. I THOUGHT I HAD HER until she noticed my foot was hanging off the bed and decided to hang it off to tickle it 🤯.

Ngl, at this point, I was scared she might fall, so I tried pulling her up by her thighs, but she insisted on getting that foot since I was still getting hers🫠. Once she was pulled up again on to the bed this time laid out where her stomach was in my street. So I got to town to dragging and wiggliqng them around on there and her neck / ears 🤩

Watching her lay there and giggle happily was a treat 🥰

Next thing I know my arms were pinned above my head by her ,

Dusk asking “Do you need any help?”

I respond “No, she doesn’t need any help”

Ness says “I may need some help” so he walks over asking “Where do you want me?” Ness responding “Actually you choose the spot you wanna go for”

Guess where he goes ?!?

MY EARS AND NECK OMGOSH

Will they ever get a break?

Dusk : “Are you sorry ?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sorry to admit I’m the winner of this match” 😆

*tickling continues*

Seventh:

After that tickle match Ness and Dusk went back to their ship ( bed) and I was exhausted on mine 😵‍💫🤣

Once again, resting until I hear giggling! I peek up and see Ness is tickling Dusk! Once again, I’m back on my cheerleading duties 😛

“Get him Ness!”

“Use the tools he used on you”

“Wwooooww you can’t take what you dish out”

While tickling his feet, I kept sending eye signals to the Pursonic since it was charging next to where she was tickling his feet. I even kept whispering, “Get the Pursonic ! The Pursonic,” and finally, I decided to grab it and use it on his feet 🤩 while Ness held them down!

Ness telling Dusk

“I had to give her that one after all the tickling she’a gone through “

Hooowww sweet 🥰🥹

I felt ACCOMPLISHED

[ellecdc]

There are not nearly enough ffs on here where reader sucks Sirius off.

I just know he would sound so GOOOOD!

And he'd look so pretty with his head tilted back hshsbsknshsjsbsjshsbsjshshsjsnen! THIS MAN IS A WORK OF ART!

(If you take requests rn, I'd appreciate it if you solved my problem <3, if not, thanks for listening to me whine.)

mmmmmmmmmmm, I agree

Sirius Black x fem!reader who's very good with her mouth [848 words]

CW: oral (m receiving), nsfw/18+, swearing, no plot...sort of

Sirius only managed to open his eyes and point his face back towards you after you had nearly pierced through the skin of his thighs with your nails.

“Fuck!” He hissed as he raised a shaky hand to push some hair away from your eyes; his face beautifully flushed and chest heaving as he watched you pull off his cock.

“You have to be quiet, Sirius.” You chided gently as you continued stroking him, letting him cool down for a moment as you languidly licked up the underside of his shaft. “You’re going to alert the entire house of what we’re up to here.”

Here being the guest bathroom in James and Lily’s house as you sucked off your slightly tetchy boyfriend. 

Though, you had to admit he seemed far less tetchy now that he was sitting against the edge of the tub with your face hovering around his groin and your hand stroking him slowly. 

“Gotta stop being so bloody good at that then.” He shot back, though his usual haughtiness was significantly dimmed by the fact that his eyes were mostly pupil and he was looking down at you as if you had just completely torn him apart.

How wrong he was though.

“Good at what?” You asked innocently, before taking him back in your mouth and sinking low enough to feel the hairs that trailed down his stomach tickle your nose.

“Ugh, fuck, that! That!” He moaned above you, words melting into a sound bordering a moan and a sob as he placed his hand over yours in apology when you dug your nails back into his thigh at his volume. 

You removed your punishing grip from his thigh and brought your hand to his balls, relishing when they tightened in your grasp and his dick twitched in your mouth. 

“Shit, baby, I-”

You hummed as you carried on in your ministrations, the hand you currently had on his cock speeding up as you removed your mouth and brought it to join that first hand, making sure to give both equal attention before returning to his shaft. 

You watched in wonder as Sirius threw his head back again; his mouth hanging open as puffs of air and the occasional whine escaped his lips, the ones you couldn’t hear punctuated by the bobbing of his throat. 

He was gorgeous, always, but he was so ethereally beautiful like this; unreserved in his pleasure, carefully undone, and completely yours. 

You gave one last tug on his sack before moving both hands to his cock with renewed vigour, both of you ready to finish; you for your now aching jaw and burning knees, and him for having been edged on by you for the past however long you’d been hiding in the loo. 

“Fuck me, baby; holy shit.” He let out breathily, leaning forward and resting his hand on the top of your head. “Jesus Christ, yes.”

His hips started meeting you part way and you let him fuck into your mouth, having to keep yourself from getting too loud at the moans he was eliciting every time his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, I- I’m gonna-”

So you grabbed both of his wrists and held his hands in their place at the back of your head and relaxed your throat, sinking as far down onto Sirius’ cock as you could and swallowing as he came with a cry.

As quiet a cry as he could muster, at least, which you tried to be thankful for as you finally pulled off of your boyfriend and sat back on your heels, taking a moment to catch your breath. 

“I’m dead, I think I actually died. You killed me, gorgeous, you and that beautiful mouth.” He panted, words teasing but expression screaming torn apart and put back together again. 

Perfect.

“Feeling better?” You asked eventually as you stood - now on shaky legs - and fussed in the mirror, hoping to step out of this bathroom looking as little like your-face-was-just-fucked as possible. 

“I should bloody think so, Christ.” Sirius agreed as he stood - also on shaky legs - and righted the zip and belt on his black washed jeans. 

“Good. Be nice to your brother, then.” You ordered, earning you an indignant groan from Sirius that was all for show as he let his forehead fall against your shoulder.

“But he’s such a tosser.” 

You gave him a warning squeeze of his crotch - still sensitive if his hiss in reaction was anything to go by - and he pretended to relent.

“Fine, fine. I’ll play nice.” He agreed as he smacked a kiss to your cheek.  “Say, you have any siblings you want to squabble with? You know, so I can return the favour?” 

You gave him a sultry look as you helped fix his hair - still pretty well perfect after all that - and stepped back towards the door. “Oh, I have many ways that you can return the favour later, handsome.”

And with a matching smirk, he followed you out of the bathroom to return to the rest of the party.

[pedge-page]

Milk Run

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel's gotta have his daily nutrients, no matter where you are.

Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, semi public/public, getting caught, sub!Joel, handjob, oral m receiving, mommy kink, throat pie

18+ ONLY

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Breastfeeding Joel accompanying you to go shopping when he spots a nursery room and immediately reverts to being an overgrown child, tugging your arm excitedly to plleeeaaaasseeee go there like its the kids play area.

He literally drags you there whether you wanted to or not. Relieved that No one else is there, you close the door and sit on the couch. Joel leaps over, knees and lifts your top and bra, licking his lips. His hands shake from excitement as he unclasped your bra for you.

He let's out a soft whine when your tits fall free. Kneading them gently in his big hands to get them achy and flowing.

"Be quick Joel, I dont want to have to explain this to the store manager." You pat the seat next to you.

Joel lies himself down sideways, elbow propped over your leg so he can rest himself against you, facing your chest. His lips enclosed around your pert nipple, ans you gasp at the sensation. He hums contently, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose. He's pretty expert at working your breast tissue like a udder until sweet warm milk is flowing into his mouth.

He groans, long and drawn out as his cheeks bulge before gulping the first load. As he drinks more and more, he settles heavily in your lap until your holding his head with one hand, rubbing the scruff curls of his hair as he sucks. He looks so peaceful, lashes drawn to his cheekbones and jaw working every few moments to suckle some more. An audible gulp and little whimpers ger stuck in his throat.

You roll your free hand along his chest, feeling his heartbeat fall rhythmically to a steady pound. You've gotten used to the tickle of his beard against your skin, a comforting touch when you feel anxious in public. His relief, by drinking your breastmilk whenever he needs it, has somehow become yours too.

Joel is too engrossed in the heavenly taste of your milk that he doesn't notice the tent bulging in his jeans. He shifts uncomfortable, the fabric pressing tightly.

You giggle and kiss his forehead before your fingers drift south and palm over his errection.

His eyes flutter open, a grunt forced from his mouth as milk spits slightly up. He looks at you with alarm for just a moment, as if unsure of what is going on, before falling into a drunken, seduced trance as you work your hand over the hard length of him over and over again.

He clears his throat, licks the mess he's made from his cheeks and your tit before slurping your nipple back in his lips. He side eyes you, your smirk and teasing shakes of your head fueling his cock until its bursting from the zipper on its own.

"Wuat happa ta bein wuick?" He mumbles before sucking a large gob of your tit to fill his mouth.

"We are. Just focus on cumming for Mommy and you can drink my milk the entire car ride home," you whisper, your lips gliding over his forehead wrinkles again.

He whines, his hand coming over yours to help you jerk his cock faster. He gulps in quick motions, needing more time to breathe as his heart pace fastens.

Both sets of ears perk up when the nursery door lounge clicks, and there's nothing to shield the poor lady who walks in with her baby carrier, makes contact with the perverted scene ahead and yelps. Too stunned to say anything but oogle terrified with wide eyes before she immediately backs out and slams the door in horror.

"Oh my god!" You both shout. Yours in disbelief, bit Joel's in complete pleasure as his cock shoots his seed into the air and all over your hand. "Oh ff-fuck baby, ugh fuck that's it, fuuuccckkkmmmm."

"Joel get the fuck up we need to leave now."

He kisses your nipple one more time before standing. Instead of letting you get up, he stands between your parted legs, his dripping cock level with your face.

"Can you clean me up, please Mommy?" He pouts with a twisted grin.

You narrow your eyes at him with a tsk before grabbing his ass ans pulling him in, his cock getting sucked right into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Oh shit-shit Mommy!" He tosses his head up as you rock his hips back and forth, sucking him cand all his naughty creamy cum clean like a vacuum on a pole.

He pulls you flush once more, until your choking from the bulge of his cock in your throat. He stutters and shakes, moaning loudly as another surprise load empties itself right into your stomach. You swallow and suck, no leaving for air until he's completely drained of any evidence.

You slap his ass cheek. "Get your pants on, we need to leave now."

As you hoist your shirt on and toss your bra into your bag, fearful of security coming to arrest you two for indecent exposure in supposedly a family safe room, Joel taps your shoulder incessantly.

"What!?"

"Do I still get to suck your tits when you drive us home?"

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[tongueonmyticklishtoes]

One of the hottest FF/M tickle/lick tickle foot worship videos I’ve ever seen! So hot how they go crazy and suck and lick and nibble all over his ticklish toes! I know he is in ecstasy right now!! A fantasy of mine for sure!!! 🔥😩😍

[ticklishz-blog]

tickled by two dommes ff/m

[hislittleraincloud]

More Wednesday Anti-Canon

This is canon:

Pugsley: I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded so much.

Morticia: It's been torture for us too.

Gomez: Fortunately, my brother Fester's rack fits two people.

Morticia: Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other.

Gomez: Querida mía.

This is anti-canon, more deletion and re-writing of unpalatable things (bonus emotional stupidity of a non-stoic Wednesday in the first highlight):

Diluting or removing these lines saps the Weird™, the kooky and the spooky from The Addamses (but I suppose that's par for Mejia's course since that little Easter egg during Wednesday's and Tyler's exchange at the Harvest Festival was deleted too). Mejia's Addamses are people who just look funny and make the occasional slightly askew comment, which is probably the opposite of what they were trying to achieve; it's not necessarily how they look that makes them Weird™, it's what they all say and do. Wednesday herself is only slightly weird, because hey, she has cutesy inner thoughts* as well — don't all 16-year-old girls do? Her parents certainly can't be inappropriately graphic about their love lives in public because that'd make them too weird, right? Right.

We do not get a sense of the kind of twisted that the Addamses are from either that exchange or from m!Pugsley's "physically tortured" substitution. All of it is just too vague and subjective. For some people, tickling is physical torture. For others (like Wednesday), just having their hand held would be physical torture. We don't know what m!Pugsley considers to be torture, and because of socially conscious m!Wednesday, we don't know what kind of 'physical torture' she would impart on the little brother that she maimed others for bullying. Gone is the humorous imagery of NC Wednesday waterboarding NC Pugsley, which calls us back to the 1990's movies' equally dark and tough dynamic of Ricci's Wednesday and Workman's Pugsley.

I'm surprised the dude even bothered to keep Pugsley's potpourri eating in there (because you know, spectrum, pica, developmental delays, mental illness, all of those could surely cause Pugsley to be the victim of circumstances and thus his abnormal behavior shouldn't be exploited!11).

Bonus: of course the scene began with more of those third person POV vibes

We're supposed to be in Wednesday's head, FFS.

*It would more than likely be the opposite, given how much of her blackened soul she actually articulates. There are several areas in which she lies, but that behavior coupled with her willingness to commit assaults/attempted murder should tell you that there's much worse behind the sharply blunt statements and cold sarcasm, not a character who felt anything at all for any of the friendly weirdos around her until she started to lose them. She needed to go through some growth, however Fester's distracting presence still proved her to be stubbornly stuck on herself and proving herself right.

[bewitching-666]

A stay at home sub that cooks/cleans/stays in shape and sets up M/ff tickle threesomes for us.

I'm feeling nosy. Anonymously tell me whats on your sexual fantasy bucket list

[rullakebu]

The Fiendish Furrier (FF/M, tickling, fur fetish)

There was a knock at the door, a gentle repeating thump, alerting Denis Marsalis, the olive skinned, curly haired, lean rookie model. Dressed in a black sweater and black jeans, he averted his gaze from his phone as he turned to the door of the lounge he had come in to unwind, lying on the plush sectioned couch. Denis checked the clock on his phone. He had been scrolling mindlessly for an hour and a half, another dull day in the agency.

There was a soft spoken female voice coming from behind the plain office style door: “Denis, may I come in? I have a new job for you! This’ll be so good for your portfolio! You gotta hear this!” It was his agent, Simone. Simone had been appointed as his personal agent when Denis started his career, informing him of modeling gig opportunities and other points of interest relevant to his future as a model.

“Yeah, come in!” Denis permitted, wishing to hear what Simone had got for him this time. Denis had done only small time gigs until then and a few cameos in small movies as an extra background character, usually playing a hunk of some sort. If this was as big as Simone said, he would seize the opportunity in a heartbeat.

The door opened and in came Simone, dressed in a gray suit and a clipboard in hand. The ebony agent’s dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and glasses adorned her face as her eyes scanned the board. “You know Bianca Nyberg? Please tell me you know Bianca Nyberg,” Simone queried, visibly excited in saying the name out loud to Denis.

“The furrier Bianca Nyberg? Yeah, I’ve heard of her. The word is that she has a borderline monopoly over the fur market in this city. She makes bank in the colder months. What about her?” Denis replied, waiting for Simone to elaborate a little. Clearly she knew more than him.

“That’s the one. If you see anyone wearing fur in this city, there's a 99.9% likelihood it’s one of her pieces. But that’s not entirely it, though. She’s extremely esteemed in international fashion circles. She’s releasing new clothes soon and needs someone with your description to wear them for marketing as well as her webstore. You know what that means? People will see you… and your bookings will explode! Maybe you’ll finally end up in the big leagues!” Simone claimed, raising her voice in glee.

“Oh damn! When? And does she want me to wear something in advance?” Denis asked, sitting up from his laid back position.

“Tonight. We’ll book you a ride right now. What you’re wearing now will do,” she replied, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “And don’t do anything stupid. Try to stay on her good side.”

“Okay okay. Will you be coming with me? To oversee the process?” Denis questioned, just making sure.

“Unfortunately no. You’ll have to go by yourself. Don’t worry about it, you’ll do fine by yourself. I’ll call now. The driver will be waiting outside for you,” Simone said, turning away. “Hello? This is Simone from the agency. I’d like to book a ride. Yes, the premium.”

Denis swiftly rose up from the sofa he had lazily been lying on all this time, walking to the coat rack. He picked up his orange puffer jacket, putting it on at record speed and making his way through the door. He speedwalked through the corridors of the agency, en route to the huge main lobby of the agency.

Soon he was at the main lobby, greeted by the soothing sound of cascading water. Looking around, he beheld a breathtaking sight: a hanging garden adorned with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and delicate vines cascading down from the ceiling. In the center of the lobby, a magnificent waterfall glistened in the soft light, its crystal-clear waters trickling down into a serene pool below.

Denis spotted the receptionist, Daniel, sitting behind the dark gray marble desk, typing something on his keyboard. Denis marched towards Daniel, with pride written across his face.

"Daniel!" Denis called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he approached the reception desk. Daniel glanced up from his keyboard, a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognized Denis.

“What’s up? You look like you won a medal or something. What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m leaving. I got a gig. Bianca Nyberg,” he said, his words giving off a slightly arrogant feel.

Daniel's eyes widened in excitement. "No way! That's huge, man! Bianca Nyberg is a legend in the industry. I bought my wife a fur stole from her as a gift! You're gonna kill it!"

"I hope so," Denis replied, his excitement bubbling over. "Wish me luck!"

"Good luck, Denis! Knock 'em dead!" Daniel exclaimed, giving Denis a thumbs-up as he headed towards the door.

“I will! Soon I’ll end up on the big billboards, watch me,” Denis answered, squinting his eyes, promising to succeed.

He turned away from Daniel, facing towards the automatic doors leading out of the lobby outside. He walked through as fresh air filled his lungs. The boulevard was swarming with people, most commuting home from work. Denis checked the clock: it was almost 6 pm. He saw the taxi pole in front of the building, walking over to it, waiting for his ride which was to deliver him to his inevitable success.

He leaned against the pole, looking over his surroundings. The lofty skyscrapers and office buildings around him restricted Denis from seeing anywhere else but the boulevard, stretching for miles. To pass the time, he started people watching. Fur clothing, that was what he was going to wear in his shoot. He spotted people left and right wearing fur, whereas normally he wouldn’t have even noticed.

He saw a lady in a brown sable coat and sunglasses talking on the phone and puffing a cigarette, a plume of smoke emitting from her lips. He looked over to the city theater that was just a little further down the street. A cab door opened and out stepped a blonde beauty, dressed in a light colored dress and a long white fox fur stole, greatly resembling Marilyn Monroe. Her stole swayed gently as she made her way up the steps. He spotted a couple walking together, wearing a matching pair of full length silver fox fur coats. The wife wore a black classy dress with leather opera gloves on her hands, topped off with a Louis Vuitton bag. The lady reached to tickle the man under his chin. The man, wearing a simple suit, grinned as he pulled his head away.

“All these people... wearing fur. It seems to be popular in this city. How haven’t I ever noticed? Bianca must be filthy rich with all these people dressed like this. This is going to be so good,” Denis thought, smiling to himself and almost being able to picture himself on a high fashion runway. He closed his eyes for a moment, dreaming about his future.

HONK! HONK!

“What the…” he was startled awake.

A white Maybach had pulled up and was now waiting for him in front of the taxi pole. Denis raised his hand apologetically as he walked over to the right side of the vehicle. He stepped in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him. The Maybach pulled off from the agency with a destination already predetermined. As he leaned back in the plush leather seat of the Maybach, Denis couldn't shake off the image of opulence that had just surrounded him on the city streets. The allure of wealth and luxury seemed palpable, tantalizing him with the promise of a glamorous future.

As the car glided smoothly through the bustling streets, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nerves. This meeting with Bianca, the renowned mogul, was his ticket to the world of haute couture. He had spent months perfecting his portfolio, honing his skills, and now, finally, he was on the brink of a breakthrough.

The tall buildings faded away from his periphery as the scenery transferred from a bustling metropolis to a more extensive and open suburbia. The buildings got more and more upscale before they pulled up to a gate. The gate was attached to two marble columns, golden fox statues adorning the top of them. Denis saw the driver speak on an intercom before the gate doors opened slowly.

The Maybach drove up a hill, closing in on a huge 2-story classical style manor. The driveway ended in a roundabout, a beautiful fountain in the middle of it. On top of the mountain was another golden fox, standing tall and indicating significant wealth. Halting at the front of the porch, Denis stepped out of the vehicle.

The front door opened, revealing Bianca Nyberg. A lady in her mid 40s with a medium length platinum shag cut and piercing blue eyes. She wore a white blouse and a black leather skirt with black heels. Golden hoop earrings embellished her ears as she smiled, dark red matte lips twisting into a welcoming expression. Finishing up her attire, she wore a long extremely fluffy crystal fox fur coat with an enormous collar, contributing to an image of opulence and sensuality. Her hands were at her hips, decked by a set of long black nails.

She stepped out with a brunette servant with her hair in a neat bun, dressed akin to a French maid. She held a tray, carrying two glasses of champagne. The maid stood next to the dark wooden front door, as Bianca made her way down the porch steps to properly meet Denis. The hem of the luxurious coat bobbed and swayed as she traversed down the steps one by one.

“Mr. Marsalis! I’m so pleased to meet you! I am Bianca Nyberg,” she introduced herself excitedly, her voice soft and deep.

Denis stared at her as she approached. Bianca definitely looked the part of a wealthy furrier. “Denis Marsalis, a pleasure,” he said, smiling and offering a formal hand shake.

Bianca dismissed the offering and pulled Denis into a tight hug. He opened his eyes in surprise, being led to a warm fuzzy embrace. Denis felt snug in Bianca’s arms as he felt the thick fur sleeves forcing him close to her. As he wrapped his arms behind her back, he instinctively caressed the soft and luscious fox fur. Thanks to the size of the collar, the fluffy strands of fur on it grazed his cheek, as they waved in the gentle breeze, causing him to get goosebumps.

Bianca giggled softly as she felt Denis’s hands explore the fur. “So soft and lovely, isn’t it? You’ll get to wear them a bunch today, handsome. Shall we go inside? We have much to discuss,” she suggested teasingly, easing up on the furry welcome gesture.

“Yeah… uhm… let’s go,” Denis said, still a bit taken aback by what had transpired.

They walked up the stairs together as Denis couldn’t take his eyes off Bianca’s massive coat, the soft flowing fur mesmerizing and almost hypnotizing Denis as the enigmatic lady led him to the door. They both picked up champagne glasses from the maid’s tray.

As they entered the opulent foyer, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur surrounding him. The air was filled with the sweet scent of perfume and the soft murmur of classical music drifting from hidden speakers.

Bianca led Denis through the sprawling mansion, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that lined the halls. Every room they passed was adorned with exquisite artwork and luxurious furnishings, a testament to Bianca's impeccable taste and vast wealth.

As they traveled the hallways, Denis couldn't help but notice a line of huge portrait paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas depicted a woman exuding elegance and sophistication, draped in luxurious fur coats and stoles that seemed to shimmer with life.

"Wow, these portraits are breathtaking," Denis remarked, pausing to admire the intricate details of each painting. The rich hues of the fur coats seemed to leap off the canvas, their texture so lifelike that Denis almost felt as though he could reach out and touch them.

Bianca nodded, a proud smile gracing her lips. "Yes, these are some of my most prized possessions," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "They belonged to my ancestors. I come from a long lineage of furriers, renowned for their craft back then. I am a third generation Finnish American. My family moved to the US for better business opportunities. Fur has always been a symbol of luxury and status, passed down through generations."

Denis looked at the end of the hallway, which seemed to end in a grand and spacious ballroom of sorts. “And that’s why everyone comes to you. They trust you,” Denis confirmed.

“Yes, they do. It’s expensive but they receive fluffy perfection each time,” Bianca giggled. “Some of the most influential people in the city come to me for their fur clothing. One of my top customers is called Regina, I love her. We click so well. We seem to have similar tastes in… well… everything!” she reminisced, smiling to herself.

“I see,” Denis replied slowly, squinting his eyes as he had no idea who Bianca was talking about.

As they arrived in the hall where the shooting takes place, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. The space was expansive, filled with racks of fur clothing and bright lights but no crew.

“Where’s the photographer?” Denis asked, puzzled by the emptiness of the hall.

“You’re looking at her, baby,” Bianca answered, smiling slyly. “I prefer doing things myself, as it gives me more control and there’s less hassle about the pictures. So it’s just you and me… and furs.” Bianca fetched a photo album from a nearby table. “Here’s a little bit of a taste of what your photos are going to look like,” she said, opening the album.

In the photo album Bianca presented, Denis sees two striking examples of poses showcasing the luxurious fur garments against a plain white background:

A model is draped in a sumptuous fox fur stole, the rich, golden hues of the fur contrasting beautifully against her skin. The model's pose is natural yet alluring, with one hand lightly grazing the fur draped over her shoulder while the other rests elegantly on her hip. Her head is tilted slightly to the side, with a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. The stole cascades down her back in soft waves, emphasizing the fluidity and opulence of the fur. This pose exudes confidence and sophistication, showcasing the timeless allure of the fox fur stole.

In another image, a different model is depicted wearing a magnificent coat crafted from luxurious Finn raccoon fur. The coat envelops her in a cocoon of warmth and glamour, its soft, brown fur shimmering under the bright studio lights. The model's pose is seductive yet understated, with one hand casually resting on her hip while the other lightly strokes the plush fur collar of the coat.

Bianca pointed to a fridge next to the coat rack, directing Denis towards it. “Go pick yourself something to drink, sweetie. We’ll be here for a while,” she suggested. Denis followed through, picking up a glass bottle of Coke from the fridge. He opened it and took a long sip before setting it aside on the table near the coat rack.

“Good! Let’s get started!” Bianca announced, clapping her hands together once.

Denis felt a surge of excitement as he prepared to model the luxurious fur coats for Bianca. With a newfound confidence, he slipped into the first coat, a sleek mink creation that enveloped him. As he struck a pose, he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way the fur draped elegantly over his shoulders, the soft fibers caressing his skin with each movement. Bianca watched with a discerning eye, offering gentle guidance and encouragement as Denis showcased the coat from every angle. Next, he donned a stunning lynx fur jacket, its intricate pattern and rich texture adding a touch of wild elegance to his ensemble.

With each pose, Denis channeled the spirit of the fierce predator, his movements fluid and graceful as he brought the coat to life before Bianca's keen gaze. Together, they worked tirelessly to capture the essence of each garment, their collaboration a testament to their shared passion for fashion and beauty. And as the photo shoot drew to a close, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having played a part in bringing Bianca's vision to life.

One after another he modeled every single coat on the rack. As the last pictures had been taken, with Denis wearing a black dyed raccoon coat. He walked back over to the coat rack, before stumbling on a cord attached to the studio lights. He fell against the rack and the table, making them fall over. The bottle of coke that was on the table shattered, spilling the dark soda all over the furs, ruining them in the process.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IS GOING TO COST ME?” Bianca yelled, shocked by what Denis had done to her precious coats. “Your career is so over! Wait till the others hear about this! Expect to get no more bookings! EVER!”

Realizing Bianca’s influence, Denis rose to his knees, crossing his hands. “Please, don’t tell others about this! I’m so sorry! Please, don’t ruin my career! I’ll do anything, anything! I don’t have anything else!” he begged, praying to keep his career at the agency. He had messed up big time.

Bianca’s face changed from that of fury, to a face of annoyance. “The only way I can forgive you is if you work for this… for my forgiveness,” she said, giving out an ultimatum, his career or a considerable favor. She enjoyed seeing him on his knees, begging for her. It gave her a feeling of power over him.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do it! Whatever it is, I’ll do it!” Denis begged, tears almost forming in his eyes. He was desperate. He would go to Hell and back to keep his career.

Bianca's lips twisted into a mischievous smile as she watched Denis plead for forgiveness, relishing the power she held over him in that moment. She savored the sight of him on his knees, his desperation palpable in the air. With a flick of her wrist, she waved away his tears, reveling in the control she had over his fate. “Follow me.”

She took a hold of his hand and with a sense of apprehension gnawing at his insides, Denis followed Bianca through the labyrinthine corridors of the manor, his heart pounding with every step. As they ascended the grand staircase to the second floor, he couldn't help but feel a knot tightening in his stomach.

Bianca's grip on his hand was firm yet strangely reassuring, guiding him forward with an air of confidence that sent shivers down Denis's spine. He stole a glance at her, noting the mischievous glint in her eyes and the smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She seemed to be enjoying this far too much.

Finally, they reached the door to Bianca's bedroom, its polished wood gleaming in the soft glow of the hallway lights. With a flick of her wrist, Bianca pushed the door open, revealing a lavish sanctuary beyond.

Denis's breath caught in his throat as he stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The bedroom was a symphony of luxury, with plush velvet furnishings, delicate lace curtains, and a king-sized bed adorned with fur sheets and fluffy pillows. The walls, unlike anything he had ever seen before, were adorned with rich wine red fur, covering them in their entirety and lending the room an air of lavish extravagance. The soft, velvety texture of the fur seemed to beckon to him, inviting him into its embrace.

As Denis turned around he saw that Bianca had unbuttoned her white flowing blouse, revealing no bra underneath. Denis stared at Bianca’s sizable cleavage, emerging through a sea of fur as she stroked down the seams of her coat, hardening her nipples slightly. “Denis, I want you to submit to me... I want you to submit to me and make me feel good.” She established, coming in close to Denis and stroking down his sides, whispering: “And I want you to let me do anything I’d like to you…”

Bianca reached under Denis’s sweater and slowly started lifting it up, revealing his lean body to her lust-filled eyes. His belt was unbuckled, as his jeans were slowly discarded. Bianca gently shoved her long fingers under the elastic of Denis’s underpants, pulling them down and revealing his penis to her gaze. Denis stared at her, wide eyed and his jaw trembling, as Bianca pushed him onto the bed and the soft fur counterpane. She quickly straddled him, forbidding him from going anywhere. Denis was hers.

He felt the weight and the brushing of Bianca’s crystal fox fur coat as well as the fur sheets under him pressing against his back. Denis was squished between two behemoths of fluffiness. The soft fur tantalizing his skin felt almost comforting, as Denis felt his cock starting to tingle lightly. Bianca took a hold of his left arm, pushing it to the left bedpost. She reached inside her coat and pulled out some cuffs out of the pocket. The soft fur of Bianca's coat brushed against his skin as she moved, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He was completely at her mercy, unable to move as she bound him to the bed with practiced precision. His left hand was tied to the bedpost and soon was his right.

Bianca got up momentarily to turn her back against Denis, targeting his legs nest. The fur brushed the whole way against his stomach. The long fur coat cascaded across Denis’s chest all the way up to his neck, covering his whole upper body. Bianca cuffed his ankles, so that Denis was tied in a Y-position. Bianca turned back to face Denis. She smiled at him slyly while stroking his sides gently. “You’re mine. You have nowhere to go,” she said, leaning a bit closer to him.

Bianca twisted her hands into a claw position, as she started tracing her long black nails up and down Denis’s sides. She gently started wiggling her fingers, skittering the nails on his bare skin. Denis felt an intense tingle at his sides. His lips were forced into a grin as the sensation flooded his senses. He tried to fight it but to no avail, letting out small giggles. Bianca smiled as she leaned close to Denis’s ear: “Does it… tickle?”

Denis couldn’t help but smile as Bianca’s nails explored his sides, firing his ticklish nerves up. “Do my skittering nails make you want to laugh?” she teased, knowing the answer already. It was so obvious: Denis was ticklish. He squirmed and wriggled against his restraints, the sensation of Bianca's nails dancing across his skin. He tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up from deep within him, but it was a futile effort. With each feather-light touch of her nails, he felt the laughter building within him, threatening to spill out in a cascade of giggles and gasps.

“That’s right, Denis. I’m a tickler. I love to make men howl with laughter helplessly under my touch. And that goes for you too. I want you to laugh for me. I know it tickles. It tickles you so bad. Don’t hold anything back, Denis. Let it tickle,” Bianca whispered, revealing her secrets to her unsuspecting tickle victim.

Denis couldn’t ignore Bianca’s teases, each playful stroke of her nails sending waves of ticklish delight coursing through his body. Despite his attempts to suppress it, laughter spilled uncontrollably from his lips, the sound filling the room with a joyous symphony of mirth.

Bianca's smile widened at the sight of Denis squirming and giggling beneath her touch, reveling in the power she held over him. With each passing moment, she pushed him further into the depths of ticklish ecstasy, her nails tracing intricate patterns along his skin with a skillful precision that left him breathless and gasping for air.

As Denis's laughter echoed off the walls of the bedroom, Bianca leaned in close, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to his ear. "You're quite the ticklish one, aren't you, Denis?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "But don't worry, I'm just getting started."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, Bianca continued her assault, her nails dancing across Denis's skin with a relentless determination that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness. And as the ticklish torture intensified, Denis surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating ticklishness of Bianca's touch, lost in a whirlwind of laughter.

As Denis wriggled and thrashed, he was caressed by the long fur of Bianca’s coat with each passing moment. The soft, luxurious fur enveloped him like a warm embrace, its gentle touch adding an extra layer of sensation to the ticklish torment he was experiencing. With every movement, the fur brushed against his skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body and intensifying the sensations of Bianca's teasing touch.

Despite his struggles, Denis couldn't help but find solace in the comforting embrace of the fur coat, its luxurious warmth a soothing balm against the intensity of his ticklish sensations. It was as if the fur itself was whispering words of reassurance, gently coaxing him to surrender to the pleasure of the moment, causing his member to grow rapidly.

Bianca started exploring up Denis’s ticklish arms, her nails trailing lightly along his skin with a teasing touch that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, right next to his ear and blew into it, causing Denis to shiver and scrunch his neck.

With each playful stroke of her nails, Bianca unleashed a torrent of ticklish sensations that swept through Denis's body like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending with a dizzying intensity. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as she leaned in close, her touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing along his arms.

After reaching Denis’s wrists, the nails’ ticklish flicks made their way closer and closer to his armpits. Denis squirmed and giggled uncontrollably, his body writhing beneath Bianca's touch as she unleashed a relentless assault on his most sensitive spots.

With each teasing stroke of her nails, Denis felt the ticklish sensations intensifying, the anticipation of what was to come sending waves of excitement coursing through his veins. He tried to brace himself for the inevitable onslaught, but it was no use – he was completely at Bianca's mercy, powerless to resist the overwhelming pleasure of her touch.

As Bianca's nails danced ever closer to his armpits, Denis could feel his heart racing in anticipation. He knew that once she reached that sensitive area, the ticklish torment would reach new heights of intensity, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.

And then, in a sudden flurry of movement, Bianca's nails descended upon Denis's armpits with a vengeance, unleashing a barrage of ticklish flicks that left him gasping for breath. His laughter filled the room, a joyous symphony of sound that echoed off the walls as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. And as he surrendered himself to the sensation, he knew that he was in the grip of something truly magical – something that transcended the boundaries of pleasure and pain to create an experience unlike any other.

Denis closed his eyes as his mouth remained wide open, emitting desperate laughter wave after wave. He tried to ease the intense feeling of tickling but it was no use. Bianca’s nails were relentless and devious. It was almost like they had a mind of their own, analyzing Denis and how to best tickle him to death.

Bianca switched spots once again, her mischievous grin widening as she targeted Denis's sensitive ribs. With expert precision, her nails rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, tracing delicate lines over his rib bones like gentle waves lapping at the shore.

Denis's laughter reached a crescendo as Bianca's nails danced along his ribs, the sensation sending waves of ticklish pleasure coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to catch his breath.

With each teasing stroke, Bianca seemed to find new ways to torment him, her nails skittering across his skin with a relentless determination that left him dizzy with ecstasy. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, her laughter mingling with his own as they shared in the joy of the moment.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Aww, is it ticklish? Does it make you go crazy? Is your fur tickle mistress evil, Denis?” Bianca teased, getting inside Denis’s head to make him surrender completely to her. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. For now he was Bianca’s, this mischievous fur-clad tickler's property

Denis’s face turned red from all the helpless laughter. His ribs tingled with unimaginable intensity as Bianca’s fingers wiggled, probing every bump and crevice, leaving no spot on his ribs un-tickled. She wanted to be precise. Every single tickle spot she chose had to be examined thoroughly to ensure maximum tickle torture. Bianca took great pleasure in Denis’s ticklish predicament. All of his laughter satisfied her sadistic tickler’s hunger bit by bit.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS ISN’T WORTH IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Denis pleaded, in the middle of his laughter. He regretted agreeing to her demands.

“You have two choices, Tickle Denis,” Bianca reminded, giving him a teasing nickname. “Either you lie there and let it tickle tickle tickle like a good boy… or you lose your career,” she gave ultimatums, leaning in closer to elaborate. “And everyone will learn that you enjoy treatments like this.”

Denis’s eyes widened in shock. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?”

“I can feel your boner growing under me. You like this. You enjoy being tickled by a fur goddess like me, don’t you?” Bianca asked, ceasing her tickling for a moment and raising her eyebrow. “You like the way my soft fur feels like cascading and covering your body. You like the way my nails explore you, making you tingle and laugh.”

Denis’s face turned an ever deeper shade of red. He couldn’t say a word in response. Denis panted like an exhausted dog. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared at Bianca. She smiled at him, looking like she had something new and ticklish in store for him. She shimmied a bit, changing her position to sit on his knees and revealing his throbbing penis. She grabbed it gently and traced a single nail down it from the top to the bottom.

"Marie!" Bianca's voice echoed through the corridors, summoning her maid to the bedroom with a sense of urgency. Almost immediately, the door swung open, and Marie stepped inside the room, her demeanor poised and professional.

"Bring out the fluff box... and your duster," Bianca commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Marie nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation, and quickly set about retrieving the requested items.

With a practiced efficiency, Marie retrieved an ornate box, its surface adorned with intricate patterns and delicate filigree. She also brought a feather duster from nearby, its soft ostrich feathers gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom.

Handing the items to Bianca with a deferential bow, Marie awaited further instructions, her eyes fixed on her mistress with unwavering loyalty and devotion.

Bianca's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she took the fluff box and duster from Marie, her mind already racing with plans for what was to come next. With these tools at her disposal, she knew that she could take Denis's ticklish torment to even greater heights, pushing him to the very limits of sanity.

And as she turned back to Denis, her eyes gleaming with mischief, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. “Marie, why don’t you join us? Pick something from my wardrobe and come have some fun with us,” she suggested.

Marie smiled and nodded in response to Bianca's invitation, her eyes lighting up with anticipation as she made her way across the room to Bianca’s wardrobe. With a practiced eye, she scanned the array of luxurious garments before her, her gaze lingering on a particular item that caught her attention.

In a swift motion, Marie reached out and retrieved a double-sided pink fox fur stole, its plush fur gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. With two tails on each end, it was a stunning piece that exuded elegance and sophistication.

Without hesitation, Marie draped the stole around her shoulders, relishing the sensation of the soft fur against her skin. She then reached for a matching pillbox fox fur hat, its rosy hue perfectly complementing the stole.

Denis’s heart pumped and adrenaline coursed through his veins with anticipation as he saw Marie approaching, twirling one of the stole’s tails in her hand. Not another tickler, he wouldn’t be able to handle it: the intense tickling, the teasing, the torment.

Bianca picked up the plush and sizable feather duster and brushed it against her palm. “Pick up something from the fluff box, Marie,” she said, aiming the duster at Denis and brushing it in the air. “Let’s make this man go insane.”

Marie walked over to the box and began to rummage through its contents, her fingers deftly sifting through the assortment of items within. With each movement, she searched for the perfect tool to add to their ticklish arsenal, her brows furrowed in concentration as she considered her options.

After a moment of careful deliberation, Marie's eyes lit up with a triumphant gleam as she finally found what she was looking for. With a satisfied smile, she withdrew two huge, white ostrich feathers from the depths of the box, their soft strands fluttering in the air as she held them aloft. Each was over half a meter long. Marie took a seat in between Denis’s arms, just above his head.

“Perfect… Now, let’s bless him with our tickles,” Bianca said, taking a hold of Denis’s throbbing penis and delicately brushing the duster down from the tip to the base.

Marie's feathers descended upon Denis's sides with a gentle, teasing touch, sending soft waves of ticklishness cascading through his upper body. With each delicate stroke, Denis squirmed and wriggled beneath the feathers' caress, his laughter filling the room with a joyous symphony of sound.

The combined feeling of the soft feathers caressing his sides and engulfing his cock felt hellishly heavenly. Denis felt every strand, every fiber from Bianca’s duster and Marie’s feathers traversing and tickling his vulnerable skin. The way they traveled and wandered up and down his most sensitive spots loaded him with ticklish arousal.

Bianca watched with delight as Marie worked her magic, her eyes alight with mischief as she observed Denis's helpless plight. With each passing moment, the intensity of his ticklish sensations seemed to grow, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.

As Marie continued to explore Denis's sides with her feathers, Bianca couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight before her. With each flicker of the feather's bristles, she could see the pleasure and torment mingling on Denis's face, his laughter and moaning a testament to the sheer intensity of the experience.

Marie's voice floated through the room, teasing and playful as she observed Denis's reaction to her feathers’ gentle touch.

"So soft and ticklish, isn't it?" she teased, her tone laced with amusement as she watched Denis squirm and giggle beneath her ministrations. The feathers continued their dance along his body, traveling to his underarms, eliciting waves of ticklish delight that seemed to ripple through his entire body.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Marie released one feather and instead grasped an end of her stole with one hand. Bringing it close to Denis's face, she brushed the soft fur against it in a teasing gesture, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.

The plush fur caressed Denis's skin with a gentle touch, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, his cheeks flushing with excitement as Marie continued her playful assault.

Bianca was having a grand time dusting Denis’s ticklish member. The sea consisting of several dozen ostrich feathers twirled up, down and around, emitting ticklish pulses of euphoria in their wake. Marie’s feathers made him giggle, but Bianca’s feathering made Denis moan in ecstacy.

“Let aahh me go ahahahaha,” Denis pleaded, his voice a mixture of moans and soft giggling.

"I think we'd much rather keep tickling you, Denis," she answered matter-of-factly, her tone dripping with mischief. "And you really seem to like my duster here. Tickle tickle tickle!"

With a playful twirl of the feather duster in her hand, Bianca continued to tease and torment Denis’s cock, her movements calculated to elicit the maximum amount of ticklish pleasure from him. Each flick of the duster sent waves of sensation coursing through his body, driving him to the brink of madness and nearer to orgasm.

Denis could only gasp and giggle in response, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of ticklish delight. Despite his protests, he couldn't deny the sheer pleasure of the experience, lost in a whirlwind of laughter and bliss.

"Marie, switch over to his feet. I wanna make him laugh properly again," Bianca requested with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Marie nodded eagerly, understanding Bianca's desire to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With a swift motion, she got up and walked over to his tied feet and kneeled. Denis's eyes widened in anticipation as he felt Marie's feather approach his feet, knowing that he was in for another round of ticklish bliss. Despite his attempts to brace himself, he couldn't help but squirm and giggle in anticipation of what was to come.

With a swift motion, Bianca tossed the duster aside, its feathery bristles fluttering through the air as she reached into the fluff box. Her fingers sifted through its contents until they closed around a super soft makeup brush, its bristles delicate and inviting to the touch.

Grasping the brush firmly in her hand, Bianca turned her attention back to Denis, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she began to trace delicate patterns along his sensitive head, the soft bristles of the brush eliciting waves of ticklish pleasure.

Marie took the opportunity to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With swift and nimble movements, she directed her feathers to dance in between his toes, their delicate bristles sending sparks of sensation shooting through his body.

Denis's laughter erupted anew as Marie's feathers tickled the sensitive skin between his toes, the sensation driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, unable to contain the sheer delight of the experience.

The tickle of the makeup brush spiraled about his sensitive parts from his frenulum, around his glans, up and down his shaft, causing him to ooze with pre-cum, a testament to his ticklish pleasure. Bianca gave Denis tickly stipples with her tickle brush, also fluctuating between long strokes and quick gentle caresses, making him moan and wish for more, although he would never admit it.

With a sly grin, Marie discarded her feathers, opting for a more direct approach to Denis's ticklish torment. She extended her nails and began to trace delicate patterns along the sensitive skin of his feet.

Denis's laughter intensified as Marie's nails danced across his skin, the sensation sending

ticklish jolts coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to contain the sheer delight of the experience.

“I think it tickles, Marie,” Bianca informed with a mischievous grin, watching Denis squirm under their combined assault. Denis, his laughter mixed with pleas for mercy, thrashed about, trying to escape the relentless tickling.

Marie, undeterred by Denis's protests, continued to work her magic on his feet, her nails dancing across his sensitive skin with expert precision. She couldn't help but giggle at his reactions, finding his vulnerability utterly adorable. "Oh, does it now?" she teased, increasing the pressure just a tad.

Bianca intensified the strokes of her makeup brush, while Marie switched tactics, alternating between feather-light touches and slightly firmer strokes with her nails.

Denis's laughter grew louder, filling the room as he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of uncontrollable giggles. He thrashed about, his attempts to escape futile against the combined forces of Bianca and Marie.

Denis was nearing orgasm with each soft brush and tickle. Sensing this, Bianca quickly dropped her makeup brush and sat on top of Denis's stomach once again, pinning him down with a mischievous grin. With a swift movement, she raised her hands and struck her talon-like nails to his sides, eliciting fresh peals of laughter from Denis. The fur of her crystal fox fur coat descended over his freshly dusted and brushed cock. Every squirm and turn made the fur brush his penis with its soft and plush strands.

Bianca started tickling Denis's neck, her fingers dancing lightly over his sensitive skin. She leaned closer and closer to his face, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she enjoyed his helpless laughter.

Denis squirmed even more beneath Bianca's touch, his laughter becoming even more uncontrollable as her fingers continued their relentless assault on his neck. He felt utterly helpless, completely at the mercy of her ticklish whims.

As Bianca leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear, Denis couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. Her whispered words sent a shiver down his spine, the playful tone sending a rush of excitement coursing through him.

“Tickle tickle,” Bianca whispered softly into his ear, her words causing Denis to burst into a fresh wave of laughter. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, her closeness sending a thrill of excitement through him. And then, to Denis's surprise, Bianca leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. His laughter faltered for a moment, replaced by a warm flush of pleasure as her lips met his skin.

Bianca settled herself comfortably on Denis's legs once more. Her fingers danced playfully along the surface of the fluff box until she found what she was looking for—a luxurious fur glove.

Denis watched with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as Bianca picked up the glove, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He knew all too well what was coming next, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what lay ahead.

Bianca slowly slipped the fur glove onto her hand, the soft material gliding over her fingers with a delicate rustle. With a wicked grin, she raised her hand and began to stroke the fur along Denis's legs, the sensation sending shivers of delight through him.

Gently she took a hold of Denis’s teased cock, wrapping it with soft, warm and comforting fur. With the flick of her wrist, she pleasured him with the lovely fur glove. The combination of Marie abusing his feet with tickles and Bianca granting him fluffy, fuzzy pleasure made his nerves fire up like dynamite. Intense agonizing laughter blended with loud moans of pleasure echoed off the fur covered walls.

Bianca's laughter faded into a mischievous smile as she moved to lie next to Denis, the fur glove still in her hand. With a playful glint in her eyes, she continued to pump the fluffy glove against his throbbing sex, teasing him with light ticklish strokes.

Whispering softly, her breath warm against his ear, she murmured, "Give in to the sensation, Denis. The fur feels so good on your cock, caressing it up and down and engulfing it, I know. I bet you feel every hair and fur follicle stroking you all over. You feel all of it gently tickling you. Marie will continue to tickle your feet while I pleasure you with my fur. We will make you cum, Denis. Don’t fight it. Embrace the tickle.”

He could hardly believe the sensations that were coursing through his body—ticklish torment mingled with the tantalizing touch of the fur glove. Every stroke of the soft fur against his pulsating member elicited pleasure rippling through him, while Bianca's whispered words and playful kisses only added to the intensity of the moment.

As Denis lay there, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and ticklish torment brought on by Bianca's playful ministrations, he suddenly felt another wave of sensation wash over him. Marie was still there, her nails dancing lightly over his sensitive feet, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

The combined assault of Bianca's fur glove and Marie's relentless tickling of his feet sent Denis into a frenzy of laughter and arousal. He writhed and squirmed beneath their touch, unable to control the torrent of sensation that engulfed him.

It was a sensation unlike any other, a heady mixture of pleasure and ticklish torment that left him gasping for breath and longing for more. And as Bianca continued to tease and tantalize him with her soft touches and whispered words, Denis knew that he was completely at her mercy, lost in a world of ticklish delight.

With a playful grin, Bianca leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his as she whispered, "Cum for us, Denis. Cum to your tickles."

As Denis's climax reached its peak, he felt an explosive release surging through him, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. His cock throbbed with pleasure, turning red from the sheer force of his release as streaks of cum flew across the room, painting the space in a testament to his ecstasy.

His eyes rolled back in bliss as he gasped for air, feeling the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. Marie and Bianca gradually ceased their playful treatment, allowing him a moment to gather himself amidst the aftermath of his intense release.

Bianca, with a tender touch, gently turned Denis's head to face her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Her fingers caressed his hair soothingly as she whispered, "There you go," offering him comfort in the aftermath of his explosive climax.

Denis, still catching his breath, looked at Bianca with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Are we even?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Bianca rose from her place beside Denis, a satisfied grin playing on her lips. "Consider your debt settled," she declared, her voice filled with playful satisfaction. "But I think I'll let Marie blow off some steam."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marie eagerly took Bianca's place, settling herself comfortably on Denis's legs. She wasted no time in taking action, reaching for her fur stole and deftly tying it over Denis's eyes, effectively blindfolding him.

Before he could even prepare himself, he felt Marie's fingers dancing lightly over his exposed armpits, sending a jolt of ticklish sensation coursing through him. He squirmed and writhed beneath her touch, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she teased and tantalized him with her tickling, worsened by his ticklegasm.

[city-tickles]

Hi!

Here a couple of new tickle stories from parties I have gone to in NYC. This one has trans ff/m tickling, m/ff tickling and ff/m tickling!

A few weeks ago, I went to another kink party, wearing this shirt in an attempt to get more attention.

It worked because a nice trans couple came up to me and asked if I wanted to session. I agreed and we went over to the rack that looks like this:

I always wanted to try that rack and it did not disappoint. The couple spent about 20 minutes scribbling and tickling all over, mostly my upper body. It was a nice contrast since one of them had sharper nails and the other had softer nails. So my body did not know what to do sometimes. The TicklingDuck device came out again as well, but this time it was used a lot on my neck. I have never been tickled on my neck to that degree so it was a lot of laughing and squirming but there was no place for me to go, so they just went for it. They were also great teasers, talking about how much I love this because I was laughing so much 😂

After that, I ran into them a couple more times and even watched their own couple tickling session but we never got a chance to play more that evening.

Story 2:

I went to a bi-weekly foot party that I last went to in the summer. During that time I met one of the models who absolutely loved tickling.

I got there late and it was very hot and crowded. To break some ice, I session with one girl who isn't super ticklish on her feet at all but is on her stomach so I did a lot of tummy and side tickles to her. After her, I ended up talking to another girl, a tall, blonde woman, about tickling and then my girl from last time came out. I told her that I was gonna session with the blonde and then we can play after. The summer girl asks if I want to do both at the same time and a light bulb just went off!

I decide to session with both at the same time. unfortunately it's real crowded tonight but we managed to find room. It’s a little awkward since we are on couches and behind protection, but right next to you is someone else playing. You just have to block it out and focus on your fun.

One awkward part that happened is that these parties have curtain setups to "protect you" and there was a pause because one of the curtains dropped, so I was def spotted just in stocks, being tickled. I also felt a little bad because we're next to other people playing and I'm sure the guy who is doing foot worship was not here to see my (well taken care of) feet haha but you just roll with it

Initially we take turns tickling each other tickle fight style. Summer tickles me then Blonde or I get her and Blonde gets us both. I was in the middle so they would gang up on me a bit tickling all over my sides.

I asked if I could use my stocks, which they were on board with. So BOTH of their feet are locked in the sticks while they lay back and I do my best to tickle both of them at the same time or switch off. It's the closest I ever felt to being in a video 😂.

I would tickle both of their feet if one person's legs and the other person's foot or stretch myself out as much as I could to get their upper bodies, or get one then go after the other. They would even tickle each other in the stocks. I also got to use the vibration device from tickling duck It was great! I did that for maybe 20 minutes then asked if I could lee

So they have me lay back, put my feet in the stocks, have me put on a blindfold I bought with me, then start to go to down. They're all over my feet with fingers or feathers or the device, or a mix of both. One moment it was a feather, while someone was using their fingers. While I'm laughing the whole time. Then they would switch off with one person on my feet and the other person on my sides and tummy. Later, they had me hold my arms up while one held my arms down and the other attacked my armpits or sides. The only drawback was sometime the nails were sharp and they hurt but it was more good than bad. That happened for about another 20 minutes until I actually gave up (partially cause I knew this would cost so much money)

The cherry on top was the teasing and also lack of teasing. One moment I can hear them having just a regular conversation while tickling me, which was almost worse because they can talk about tv and torture me at the same time 😂 Other times they would tease me saying he’s giggling so much and laughing so hard. They also would say things like “Aww. We could tell he needed this today” even though they were teasing, they were right. I was having a rough couple of days so I did need that laugh.

But overall, it was awesome and worth the money. I was like actually tired afterwards. It’s rare that I have get worn out from tickling but they made it happen lol

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed these stories!

[allbutnone86-blog]

Karin and Asuna Tickle Corrected (m/ff)

While the rest of C&C were busy, Karin and Asuna stayed behind and they decided to be useful, they would help Sensei by cleaning up his office. Karin carefully and meticulously picked things up and cleaned and dusted while Asuna earnestly cleaned things up her own way. Just as they were finishing up, Sensei walked in surprised by Karin and Asuna.

“Master!” Asuna exclaimed seeing Sensei come in, “You can’t be in here yet we aren’t finished yet,” Asuna told Sensei trying to shoo him out.

“Oh sorry,” Sensei said, turning around smiling. But then he heard a sound that made him quickly turn around. The sight nearly brought tears to his eyes. One of his prized mech models on the floor broken.

“S-sorry Sensei,” Karin said.

“That was a special edition, and Yuuka would never let me replace it…”

“You’re not mad at us, are you master?” Asuna nervously asked.

Sensei then grabbed them and dragged them to the inner room of Schale, a secret room for special correction if needed. Sensei pressed a button and robotic arms grabbed the two girls, restraining them.

“What are you going to do to us?” Asuna asked.

Karin struggled against the restraints but found she wasn’t strong enough to break free.

Sensei pressed another button and more arms came out and ripped their maid uniforms off leaving them in only their underwear.

“Please have mercy on us!” Asuna begged.

“Not this time #.”

Sensei stepped towards Asuna, she had a nervous look on her face and began to sweat. Then, Sensei began wiggling his fingers in her armpits.

“Mahahaster that tihihihickles!”

Karin watched with wide eyes. Both her and Asuna were very ticklish. And being restrained like this, there was nothing they could do. They would be forced to take whatever tickling Sensei gave to them.

“P-please Sensei you don’t have to do this, we can find some way to buy you a new one,” Karin begged desperately.

“Quiet,” Sensei said leaving Asuna and going over to Karin.

He began to tickle her sides which forced lots of laughter from Karin.

“Pleaheeheehees Sensei!” Karin continued to beg.

Sensei pressed another button and a couple of arms came out and began to tickle Asuna’s belly.

“Wahahahaha! No mahahahahahaster!”

Sensei continued to tickle Karin, exploring different parts of her. He tickled her belly, her armpits, her thighs, all of these were ticklish and got plenty of laughter from Karin. And when he was done with Karin, he moved over to Asuna. As ticklish as Karin was Asuna was even more ticklish.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHASTER PLEEHEEHEESE!”

Sensei kneaded Asuna’s sides as the robot arms tickled her armpits. Asuna was laughing super hard and thrashing about as much as she was allowed.

Sensei could have kept doing this for hours, but he took mercy on them and stopped after just 15 minutes.

“Sorry… Sensei…” Karin said in between deep breaths.

“It’s okay,” Sensei replied, “You guys can come back and clean for me any time, I had lots of fun.”

[hiddengiggles]

Can I interest you in some ✨content✨?

There’s been discussion recently of producing longer videos, cute pics, and spicy kink content, as both a monthly subscription AND a pay-per-piece basis for the best of both worlds! It would definitely feature F/M content, likely some FF/M or FM/F content there, with a high tickling focus!

We’re looking to gage interest, would you subscribe/purchase for this content? Drop into the comments, asks or direct messages for myself or @helixtickl and let us know!

[little-lee-froggie]

🪷MASTERPOST🪷

(Art by John Thompson on cutewallpaper.org)

Hello, and welcome to the pond!

Asks are: Closed :(( you can still send in requests, I just won’t answer them until requests are open again unless I feel like it (If you send an ask, please include ‘quality’ or ‘quantity’. If you include‘quality’, I’ll spend a while on it to get it the best I can, but it may take 1-3 weeks, whereas if you include ‘quantity’, it might not be as good, but it should take just a few days)

Fandoms I will write for: MHA/BNHA, DSMP, KNY (I might do others, but if you request one not listed, you might not get answered, sorry)

My more personal posts: Shitty brain stuff (aka my mental health)  My identity 

There are many interesting things about the pond, but we don’t want to pollute it, so here are some things to make sure you don’t bring to to pond:

🪷NSFW

🪷Inc*st

🪷R*pe

🪷kink

🪷Of age charactor x underage charactor!romantic

All things listed above are non-negotiable. Things may be added if I forgot some or found something else I’m not ok with. Please respect my boundaries

Great! Now that we have that out of the way, here are some things we have here:

Messages in a bottle (anon asks):

Tell us!!  Lee!Todoroki Ler!LoV(-Dabi)

Hashira with ticklish friend/partner pt.2

The mossy rocks (any original ff):

Multi-fandom: 

Special post - MHA, DSMP, Assassination classroom

MHA:

Your smile..  Lee!OC Ler!Todoroki (siblings)

Secret exposed  Lee!OC Ler!Bakugou Ler!Sero Ler!Kirishima Switch!Denki (platonic)

Please be happy  Lee!reader Ler!Dabi (platonic)

I will always be here for you  Lee!reader Ler!Kirishima

I’ve missed you Lee!reader Ler!Shinsou

What did you just say? Lee!reader Ler!Shinsou

I can help!! Lee!reader Ler!Kaminari

DSMP:

You aren’t alone  Lee!reader Ler!C!Philza (platonic)

I’m healing you!  Lee!reader Ler!dreamXD

Smile for us Fawny~  Lee!OC Ler!Tommy Ler!Techno Ler!Wilbur (Hybrid AU, siblings)

KNY:

The bitter-sweet days  Giyuu x reader (non-tickling, platonic, angst) 

JJK:

are you tired? Lee!reader Ler!Inumaki

Maximum Ride:

I know you like this Lee!reader Ler!Fang

The enchanted garden surrounding (non-tickling related):

Quackity lore theory

Tokoyami quirk theory

FF19 art

Class 1A’s fav BTS songs

The frog rock (head-cannons):

Shinsou ler HCs -MHA

Denki ler HCs -MHA

Giyuu caretaker HCs -KnY

Dabi ler HCs-MHA

Obanai, Muichiro and Giyuu with ticklish friend / S/O -KnY

About the caretaker (random posts):

Todoroki and the kettle

The girl

Gender identity vs Gender expression

T-e-a-m-e

I hope you enjoy your visit to the pond, and I hope you come back soon!

[sailtoafarawayland]

Not Quite a Quiet Moment

(A Captain Swan Drabble)

Meant to post this last night, but sleep and stuff. For anyone who missed it. 

Be sure to check out my other drabbles and ficlets found in my series Emma and Killian (whoever we may be)

AO3 - FF

Rating: T - Soft M for a hint of sexy times

Not Quite a Quiet Moment

It was the firm, knowing slide of her husband's fingers along her hip that drew her from the heaviness of sleep into the soft light of dawn, his stubble scratching along her shoulder as he hummed a good morning that held as much promise as the press of his hard length against her backside.

“Well, hello there, Captain,” she purred, voice rough as she pushed back, desire pooling hot in the very center of her at the feel of him. “What time is it?”

“Early still...”  

“Early enough to take care of this?” she teased, rolling her hips, her own sigh echoing the throaty growl he bit into her shoulder.

“Aye, love. We should have just enough time before – ”

His words were cut off as the bedroom door leaped inward, knob banging against the wall as two wild mops of hair bobbed into view before circling the bed like sharks – if sharks could clamber up the side of a bed.

“Mama, mama, mama,” the little blonde boy with freckles piped, rolling bodily over Emma and plopping heavily into the narrow space between her and Killian, drawing a grunt of discomfort from his father. “I'm hungry. Can we have waffles for breakfast?”

“No, I want pancakes!” whined his counterpart, her dark curls wild and tangled, lips pressed into a stubborn line and green eyes narrowed as she crawled across the top of the pillows and nuzzled her father's head.

“You weren't the only one,” Killian grumbled under his breath, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he reached up and tickled the little girl's dimpled chin.

“Killian!” Emma hissed, reaching over their son and pinching him as her cheeks reddened. “Don't say that!”

“What is it you like to say, Swan – over their heads, I believe?”

“Still,” she mumbled, rolling beneath the sheets so she could press a kiss to their son's head as he picked at the threads on the comforter and looked between his parents hopefully, “no need to ruin breakfast for them at such a young age...”

Killian hummed in agreement, slowly easing himself from the bed, any amorous intentions he may have had very well squashed by their children's exuberant arrival.

“I suppose you're right, love. I certainly would be a shame if pancakes went the way of tacos.”

“Tacos for breakfast?” Liam asked, his brows shooting together before rising quizzically beneath his tousled bangs in the spitting image of his father.

“No, I don't think so, my boy,” Killian placated, ruffling his head that so resembled his own, except for the shade, “but we can add chocolate chips to the waffles.”

“But I want pancakes, Papa, can you make waffles for Liam and pancakes for me?”

Killian opened his mouth to respond as he pulled on a pair of pajama pants, but Emma beat him to it, well aware of what a complete push over – as she liked to say – he could be when it came time to saying no.

“Hope,” Emma warned, tugging on her daughter's dark curls with a soft smile and watching as she scrunched her freckled nose in response, “don't ask your father to make breakfast twice. It's waffles with Dad, or pop-tarts with me, up to you.”

“Ew, those are gross. I'll have waffles,” she stated. “Are you coming, Mama?”

“Let's allow your mother a few more moments of peace,” Killian cut in, reaching across the bed and swinging his daughter into his arms as she squealed loudly, arms and legs flailing against him. “You see, she'll get no such thing with a sea monster like you rolling around.”

“I'm not, I'm not!” Hope screamed, giggling between shrieks and pink from her cheeks to the tips of her pointed ears as Killian tickled her. “Mama, help!”

“I'll save you!” Liam yelled, tearing back into the bedroom from wherever he'd disappeared and launching himself against Killian's legs forcefully enough to draw a breathless exclamation from his chest.

“Now that's not a very wise course, lad,” Killian pointed out, half carrying, half dragging the both of them into the hallway, “siding with the sea beast over your own father who's promised waffles with chocolate chips...”

Emma buried her grin in the sheets as the ruckus faded, the thump of footsteps sounding down the hallway and stairs. While she and Killian had, admittedly, fewer quiet moments than they used to have before the twins came along – her life had never felt more full or well-lived.

And sure, maybe that meant they didn't get to enjoy lazy mornings in bed in the same way they used to, and some nights were spent cuddling sick kiddos, or with Killian telling stories to keep nightmares at bay – but as she headed downstairs just in time to watch her pirate serve up waffles with little chocolate eyes and smiles to their son and daughter, she knew she wouldn't trade what they had now for anything.

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[city-tickles]

“You gotta watch out for this one. He’s a squirmer”

[il0veyoujk]

Can you make a tickle ff of jiminiee and jungkook?

'm sorry but requests are currently close! But there's an ff coming up with the maknae line!