#safewords

[classysushi]

[divinebunnii]

when the safe word is “gentle” because you don’t want them to stop, just be… more gentle.

safe words don’t always have to mean total, full red. safe words can mean go slower, i need a moment but don’t pull out, can you not do specifically whatever it is you’re doing, etc.

sex is supposed to always have open communication, and if you’re like me and struggle to say full sentences or give specific instructions, come up with a list of words that have different meanings to you and your partner(s).

talk, put everything out in the open, be vulnerable, trust this person / these people, make sure you’re all on the exact same page, and most importantly, be safe ~

[aziraphales-library]

Hello hello wonderful mods!!

I was wondering what fics you have with Safeword usage?? Either traffic light system or another method. Just any fics where safe words are actively used throughout or by Crowley/Azi. Because our ineffables need to learn to *communicate*. Preferably an established relationship but idm and I’m happy with any tags/warnings/ratings 👍🏻

Thankyou so muchhhh

Hi! Here are some established relationship fics with safeword usage...

Surrender to Your Love by EdosianOrchids901 (E)

Aziraphale is excited to try handcuffs that block his miracles, but he quickly becomes distressed. Although afraid of disappointing Crowley, he uses his safeword. Crowley soothes him with reassurances and gentle pampering.

But Care Is Constant by windymoors (M)

“I have an idea.” Crowley looked down at the blond head resting against his chest. “Oh, do you?” “Yes,” Aziraphale said. “I think you’ll like it. It involves rope.” “Say no more.”

Just A Matter Of Trust by thenerdrant (E)

Make no mistake, Crowley wouldn’t trade his new life with Aziraphale for the world (which has a quite literal meaning in their case), but sometimes the quiet, domestic bliss of cottage life seemed too good to be true. He'd feel the all too familiar urge that some horrible life-ruining event was once again hanging over their heads, threatening to rip Aziraphale and him away from each other again. *** Crowley frantically searched for an outlet for his pent-up anxiety, everything from thoroughly cleaning the fireplace to playing the dangerous game of re-arranging Aziraphale's books. Aziraphale confronts him about it, and offers some help.

all I want is more by teatales (E)

This was an established part of their dynamic. Aziraphale, the tempter, guiding Crowley with a firm hand. He wouldn’t make his love do anything ze didn’t want to, of course. But sometimes Crowley needed a little more… push. It was all foreplay, really. Crowley mouth fell open and Aziraphale pushed the berry in. Zir pointed teeth sunk into the ripe flesh and sweet juice spilled over zir chin. The angel’s fingers caught the edge of zir lip and Crowley sucked on their tips as ze swallowed. The thoughts that had been swirling around in zir head reached a crescendo and ze desperately wanted to be somewhere private. It didn’t even need to be home, they didn’t even need a bed. Ze just didn’t want the witnesses.

Demons in Furs by Fiffyen (E)

During the scene in which the actress fastened her studded leather collar tight around the directors neck, Aziraphale noticed it for the first time. Behind him, Crowley drew in a sharp breath and shifted slightly against his back. “Is the film not to your liking, dear?” Aziraphale asked casually. “N-no, ’s all good, just getting comfortable,” muttered Crowley, and took a long sip of his wine. Later, the truth dawned on Aziraphale like a sudden sunrise bursting over a mountain ridge. Crowley was getting aroused watching this play of domination and submission. “Now then,” Aziraphale offered after the film, “would you like me to indulge your fantasy?”

Bad Angel by zerodaryls (E)

They’d established their usual safeword, Eden, if it got to be too much. For either of them, because Crowley himself wasn’t too sure how far he could take this. As far as he was concerned, his angel was too good to be treated in such a way. But, as Aziraphale had so bravely explained, after millennia of being made to feel Less Than by his heavenly superiors, he felt it would be empowering to be treated as though he was unrighteous and wicked. Because, this time, someone who loved him would be doing it.

Basically Aziraphale is very very horny and wants to be shamed for being very very horny because that makes him so very much hornier. Crowley does the shaming because he will always give his angel whatever he asks for.

- Mod D

[aberrantred]

PSA for my sub followers-

If your dom doesn't take boundaries and safety seriously, run. If your dom isn't scared of what could go wrong if they aren't careful, run. If your dom thinks that discussions of boundaries and safe words aren't sexy, run. If your dom isn't bothered by the idea that you could get traumatized or hurt, run.

And if your dom thinks of kink as just a game, hit them with your fucking car.

[arcsimper5]

So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.

NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare

Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!

Read more under the cut.

Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.

His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.

The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.

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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.

The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.

"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.

"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"

"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.

"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.

"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."

You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.

"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."

"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.

Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.

Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.

Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.

"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"

He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.

"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."

Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.

"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.

"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."

Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.

"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.

Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.

With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.

"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."

Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.

"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."

You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.

"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"

The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.

"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."

Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.

But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.

"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."

"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."

"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.

"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."

You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.

"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.

His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.

You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.

Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.

"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."

The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.

"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."

With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.

"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."

Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.

Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.

But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.

Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.

"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.

"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"

"C-Citadel."

It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.

By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.

"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."

Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.

He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.

Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."

"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."

The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.

"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."

It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.

"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."

"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."

"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."

He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."

No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.

Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.

"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.

"G'night, my love."

(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).

So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)

[timidxtempted]

It's never just a carrot.

I was standing in my kitchen this morning looking out at the garden. The only bed that I can really see from that vantage point is the carrot bed. That's not a complaint, the carrot bed is actually my favourite one.

I like carrots. Always have.

They're delicious pretty much any way you eat them. Lots of good things for the body. Easy to hide in food for people who (for whatever reason) don't like veggies. Honestly, one of the first things I remember wanting to grow when I thought of trying to grow anything.

It turns out that growing carrots is a lot more complex than I thought it was going to be just from reading about it. Like most things, lived experience often veers off the course of what the research tells you.

Is your soil fertile? Is it balanced? What are the boundaries of the space you are growing? What are your favoured varieties? Will they grow well together? Do you have enough light? Do you have enough shade? Are you ready to dedicate yourself to watering, and to fertilizing and pest control?

Are you ready to do the work?

Make no mistake, it is work. The carrots in a garden don't just appear for your use with zero - or low - effort. Lots of work before you get to partake. It's hard work that needs to be consistently done. If that effort isn't maintained, the crop won't be very fruitful and you might not have them when you need them; alternately, your carrot won't be viable - it might just wither in the ground.

But you! You did the work.

You learned as you went, made adjustments... hardest of all - you learned that you didn't have to tend the garden all by yourself.

Good for you!

So now that you have a gorgeous fucking crop of carrots, everything is wonderful and you can stop working so hard! Right? Everything is planted and look at all the lovely green growing up out of the ground... and "oh I have carrots here, I'm covered for all happy carrots, everything is great and I can kick my feet up because look at all the carrots!"

Mmmm.... Carrots. We are all set.

Hold up, hoes.

Lo and behold, one day you need a carrot while you're trying out a new recipe. You go and pull one out and it's the most wonderful, beautiful carrot and it's perfect and bright and full of nutrients and oh-so-good-for-us-ness... you talk about how excellent the conditions are for your carrot, and how healthy your garden is and eat together in happy-joyful-floaty, well earned satisfaction.

Delicious.

Enjoy your healthy garden!

Next time you are cooking up a storm, you suddenly need another carrot and you run to the garden to pull one and... it's ugly and twisted and there's dirt caked in a crack down the side of it and why does it look hairy? But that's the carrot you have and you use it because... you. need. a carrot.

This time, you discuss the garden conditions and the soil amendments. You make the choice to add and change and adjust and grow with your carrots... You let the fucking difficult carrot teach you how to cultivate a better garden. You share your meal, and it is made no less nurturing or nutritious by the ugly carrot; in fact, it is made even more delicious and fulfilling by the work you have put in to enhance your garden... by the choice to secure your future full of delectable, lovely carrots.

Each time you pull a carrot - be it perfect or ugly as hell, each time you talk about pulling a carrot, each time you tend to your carrots... you can make the choice to improve your garden as a whole. You can make the decision to apply what you have carrot-learned to how you handle other issues you might someday come up against with your lettuce, or your beans.

.

Hey, something just occurred to me...

.

Kinda the same with safewords, isn't it?

Who'd have thought that carrots and safewords would have so much in common?

.

Are you ready to do the work?

To prepare your soil? Plant your seeds? Tend your garden?

When you are ready... Use every single veggie or herb you pull... Every flower you pluck... to make your whole garden healthier, more nurturing...

Having to harvest your carrots is not a bad thing. Done with respect, with care, with mutually supportive intention, it serves to improve your garden.

Making it stronger. Resistant to pests.

Growing ever healthier and more resilient.

Sew.

Get fucking filthy.

Garden safe(word)ly on.

🥕

[sapphic-sex-ed]

Are there any non verbal safewords? I'm worried that if my girlfriend goes non verbal she won't be able to tell me to stop (without straight up punching me, which we'd both rather not happen). We've tried the basic tapping motions but I have a lot of nerve damage and I can't always feel the tapping on my skin (we didn't do it during any sex, just to like test it out). Thank you so much for the help!

A safe-word is anything you agree upon to mean "we need to stop this now" (or "we need to slow down"), that includes gestures and other non-verbal ways of communicating. It seems you've done some testing and honestly what you do will be entirely dependent on what works for the two of you. If touch isn't an options, are there for example other types of gestures och objects that can make noise that you could use? Anything you could imagine could work so keep trying to find new things to figure out what works for you.

-mod liz

[amysubmits]

If you’re okay with it, would you talk about an instance you had to use your safeword and how you and CD worked through that? Thanks ❤️

Sure! I don't have a super detailed memory of any particular instance off the top of my head but I can give you a general idea for sure.

I have sexual trauma so I've always had occasions where I get triggered during sexual or intimate moments. Sometimes it feels completely random. That has been my experience with safewording/needing to stop more than stereotypical BDSM things like being whipped too hard or something. With things like that, he's able to see when I'm starting to get overwhelmed and he dials it back or slows down or whatever may be needed. And same thing when we've been exploring new things, we just go slowly and he tries to read my discomfort level but also I communicate where needed. Like I know when doing anal before I've said something like "This is about as much as I can take" so that he knew not to go any deeper or harder. So with the vast majority of stereotypical BDSM as well as exploring something new sexually, we have never crossed a limit because we've been able to build up and gauge how things are going along the way so things never went too far. It's always been more trauma related for me, where I get triggered 'at random' that has caused me to need to stop suddenly. I've had times where I can't seem to speak but I just freeze and thankfully he notices my physical tension and understands that I'm freaking out and we stop whatever we're doing and he moves to cuddling and reassuring me. Other times I've shaken my head no or said "I can't' or "stop" or whatever comes to mind. We have an agreed-upon safeword but we've always also left 'common safewords' like 'stop' and similar as options and so far, I've always reached for common language rather than our agreed upon safeword. I don't know why it's just more instinctual for me I guess. Regardless of whether I freeze or communicate something that lets him know I need things to stop, we just immediately stop and move to cuddling and reassurance. Once I'm calmed down a bit we talk about what happened for me. Once it feels processed/resolved we usually move on to doing something together to maintain a sense of closeness while also trying to 'move on' from what happened. Something like watching a show together or playing a video game together.

[trashyswitch]

A Strange Package

Henry, Drew, and Scott were working at the Pizzeria, when a package (presumed to be a jukebox) arrives at the door. But Henry is shocked to not only see there was a mix up, but also see that it was a chair...with attachments and a foot rest...

This fanfic was based on a roleplay I did with a few friends. I hope you all enjoy!

Henry was bored, heading to the office with a wrench in his hand. “Hey Drew.” 

Drew turned to his boss, sitting in the office. "Hm? Oh hey!” He waved, still holding the tablet. 

“What’s up? Any updates?” Henry asked. 

"Oh nothing much, the animatronics are doing good, so, not really anything to report." Drew replied. 

Scott had just ordered something new with William's money, and was pacing around the room, hoping his friends would like the new package.

"You okay, Scott?" Drew asked. 

Scott looked at Drew with an awkward smile. "Uhh, yeah! There's just this order I've made. I wanted a jukebox for the pizzeria, but it's taking a while to get here. Hope they didn't lose it in the mail..."

"Surely not-" Drew reassured him. 

There was a heavy knock at the door. Then a ring of a bell. Rushing over, Scott discovered a large box at the door. He went to get the moving device so he could move it inside.

"There it iiis!" Drew declared. 

Scott moved the box inside, beside the main stage and stepped back. "Okay, uhh. When d-do you think we should open it...?" He asked. 

"It's up to you-" Drew told him. 

Scott suddenly felt apprehensive. "Uhh, tell you what? The owners can open it when they're ready..."

Drew nodded. "Alright- Are you sure this is a Juke? It looks a little... Big-"

Scott but his lip. He had a point. "Uhh, yeah. But aren't they always big?" He steps back, taking in the size.

Drew cleared his throat. "Not... That big-" he said. 

Scott chuckles nervously. "Well, tell you what: if they did mix up our order, I'll fix it later. Right now, I'm on break." He looked at his watch and quickly ran to the employee room to get his lunch bag. 

"Uhh... Okay-" Drew replied awkwardly. 

Henry grabbed the box, turned the box slightly, and pulled out some scissors from his pocket. He started to open it up quickly, but carefully in case this wasn’t the jukebox. He still needed to keep the box in case they had to return it. 

Drew raised his eyebrows. “Oh boy…"

Henry opened the box flaps and widened his eyes, dropping the scissors onto the checkered floor. “This…isn’t a jukebox at all…” 

When Scott finished his lunch, he came over curiously. Henry blinked and grabbed a note that was taped to the chair.

"Uhh, is anything the matter...?" Scott asked worriedly. 

Henry gently turned the box to the side to pull the machine out of the box. He pulled the chair thing out of the box. Then, Henry found a note connected to the armrests. He read the note aloud: “...Enjoy some laughter, motherfuckers...~Anonymous." Henry looked at Scott, super confused.

"Huh?! I-I didn't write that!" Scott reacted as he examined the note and the machine, struck speechless at the look of it. 

"I didn't either." Henry said, showing him the note. "And this doesn't look like any handwriting I've ever seen." 

Scott winced. "Not even William's...?"

"No..." Henry showed him the manic handwriting. "William's writing is surprisingly much, much neater than this."

Henry looked at the bottom of the machine. “Huh…It looks like some sort of chair.” Henry pulled the chair legs out from inside the chair and clicked them in. Then, he picked up the chair and placed the surprisingly steady machine onto the floor. 

He felt strange inside. “Is the information right?” Scott asked nervously. 

“Uhhh…” Henry looked at the information. “Yup. The address looks correct.” He replied. 

"O-okay.. so what does the chair do?" Scott asked next. 

Henry shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. All I know is that there's some sort of cable box here…and a switch." Henry said as he flicked the little switch up. The machine started to roar, before quieting down. Henry raised an eyebrow, before looking at Scott and Drew. "...You two seeing this?"

Scott nodded. "Uh, yeah..." 

Drew was busy looking at the different buttons and switches. “I’m seeing this whole thing very clearly.” Drew replied. 

Amidst his examination, Scott managed to find a remote in the box. He picked it up and examined it. It looked like a normal TV remote…except, a bit smaller and 3 sets of button groups: One group of buttons with single words on it like [paintbrush], [Q-Tip], [feather], and more. Another group of buttons with numbers: [1], [2], [3] and more. And lastly, there was a group of buttons with words on it: [Armpits], [belly], [feet] and more. 

Meanwhile, Henry was narrowing his eyes as he walked up to the chair. He sat down in the chair, and adjusted himself a little bit. "Hm...Surprisingly comfortable." The boss leaned back and sighed a bit with a small smile. Something in him felt like relaxing after his hard day of signing documents and writing paperwork. It felt good to just sit down and rest his poor feet. But there was just one little problem…he was still wearing shoes. Instinctively, Henry slipped off his slide-on dressy shoes, revealing the black socks underneath, and placed them onto the attached footrest. 

Meanwhile, Scott was looking at the instruction manual. Some of the buttons on the remote were circled in the manual. Assuming this was some sort of massage chair, Scott pressed the ‘on’ button. 

If you could believe it, Henry was reaching his arms up to stretch himself up and out right around the same moment that Scott had pressed the button. With this unusual coincidence, Henry felt something grab and grip his wrists. “What the-” Henry looked up and widened his eyes. “Uhhh-” He tugged on the cuffs. “Guys?” 

Scott gasped in horror. He must’ve done that! Whoops! Panicking over losing his job, Scott started pressing more of the buttons that were circled, hoping and praying that one of them was the ‘off’ button.

Henry yelped as he watched mechanical arms, some with feathers and some without feathers, grew out of the back of the chair like spider legs. “Scott- SCOTTYOU’REMAKINGITWORSE-”

Scott’s eyes widened. "AHHH!! I'm sorry!!!" He searched through the manual, flipping pages rapidly. 

Drew was just watching the chaos unfold before his eyes…and he was grinning. "This is adorable~"

The chair quickly sprang to life. Soft round brushes whirled around and settled into Henry's armpits. Henry gasped as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He now knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. 

"O-oh goodness-" Drew reacted, slightly blushing. It didn’t take long for Drew to also realize what was going to happen.

A Q-Tip swirled inside of Henry's bellybutton as feathers danced around his stomach and sides. Back scratchers also appeared on the bottom of the chair, and proceeded to scratch at Henry’s exposed feet. 

“eeeeEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHOhohohoho! Hahahahahaha!” Henry bursted out laughing almost manically right away, wiggling around and shaking in the chair.

Drew dropped his jaw in shock. "Hoooooly cow-!"

He pulled and tugged on the cuffs, unable to do much except wiggle around and laugh himself silly. “WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIHIS?!” He yelled. 

"Who knew an old man could be so vocal and ticklish?~" Drew reacted. "It's a tickle machine, silly!" He added proudly. 

Scott looked panicked and blushed. "O-oh dear!" He scanned the diagram for help. He pushed a button that said [retract]. It ended up retracting the other tools and replacing them all with soft feathers, going at the same speed. Henry’s laughter died down dramatically, leaving him to only start giggling like a little kid.

"I think that... might be better?" Drew said hesitantly. 

Scott looked utterly mortified, hoping he wouldn't be fired for this blunder. Quickly he pushed the manual into Drew's hands. "Uh. I forgot my reading glasses!"

Drew yelped and quickly grabbed the manual and the outside of the remote, as to not touch any of the buttons and make anything worse for his boss. "Oh shit- Uh- Okay-!"

Henry opened his eyes just in time for him to see Scott leaving. “Scohohott wahahahahait! Dohohon’t leeeheheeave!” Henry begged, trying and failing to reach out for him with his hand above his head.

Scott put his arms up in arrest in front of the door. "I'm still here! I just didn't want to make it worse!"

Henry shook his head. “Ihihit’s fihine. Ihihihit’s myhyhy fahahault.” Henry admitted. “Ihihi sahat dohohown in this thihihihing.” 

Scott shook his head, still panicking. "No. It's- it's really not!" He just couldn’t believe him.

"I can see if this can work-" Drew goes over, and starts turning off the machine arms one by one. 

Henry laid his head back as he breathed somewhat deeply so he could recover. “Thahat works great.” He said. 

"There we go. Aaaaand off.” Drew said as he stepped back. 

Henry lowered his arms back down, grabbing his vulnerable belly and sides. “Gohod…Who decided a tickle machine should be sent to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza?!” He asked, still confused. “I need to know. Cause…” Henry looked like he was ready to throw hands. 

Scott stepped back. "I-I ordered a jukebox, I swear!"

Henry was slightly going red from embarrassment and anger. “Cause that-…That…”

Henry slowly started to calm down and…grew almost surprised. 

“…wasn’t that bad of an idea.” Henry slowly finished. 

Drew dropped his jaw while Scott widened his eyes. "Wait, what?!" Scott and Drew yelled at the same time, looking at each other before looking at their boss.  What did he just say?!

Henry looked at the tickle machine. “It…I don’t know…It felt better than I expected…”

Drew slowly started to smile. "Oh nice!" He reacted. 

Scott was warming up to the idea too. "Wow! Y-yeah, sounds fun!" Scott reacted. 

Henry bit his lip and started to think. “…Is it weird that I might actually wanna keep this?” Henry asked. 

He gasped. "You want to keep it?!" Scott asked, shocked and suddenly super excited. 

Henry nodded. “We may or may not get the jukebox, but…would that be a risk you two would take?” Henry asked. 

Drew nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. “A lot of us do need to liven up a bit.” Drew added. He immediately started naming off other coworkers that might need the tickle machine. "Clint needs this, possibly. Ooo I could put A in here~" he reacted. 

Scott stepped forward to examine the machine, wondering if it was safe. He felt the armrests and the seat. They felt comfy. 

Drew turned and smirked at Scott. "You want a turn, Scooty Patootie?" Drew teased. 

The phone guy froze and blushed, quickly embarrassed by the nickname. 

Henry guffawed at the strange, but surprisingly fitting nickname. “Ohoho my god- Scooty patootie…that’s cute.” Henry teased next. 

Suddenly the chair sensed him and pulled him into the seat by itself. It strapped down his wrists to the armrests. 

"Oooh so there's sensors... Interesting.” Drew reacted. 

Henry widened his eyes. “And there's cuffs on the armrest too?!” He reacted. “Wait…if there’s cuffs above the head, then…why are there also cuffs on the arm rests?” Henry asked. 

“I-I don’t know.” Drew replied. admitted, watching Scott tug on his arms. “And it looks really secure.” 

Henry nodded awkwardly.

"I know it’s sOoO interesting. But can you PLEASE HELP ME?!" Scott begged, pulling on his restraints. 

"Mmm...Okay~" he turns on the feathers for…

He looked at the remote, and found a button that tickled his fancy right away: 

[Everywhere]

"Sing for me my little tickle phone~" The feathers immediately attack Scott. 

Scott only had a moment to feel shocked before he started laughing and thrashing wildly. "Eeeeeeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee!!! Stahhhaaahaaahaaaa...!!!" Scott laughed. 

"Awww how cute~" Drew teased. 

He squeals as the feathers get into his worst spots. "Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!! Haaahaaahaaaahaaa!! Nohohoohooot theheeheeheeeere!!"

Henry tilted his head. “Not where specifically?” He asked.

"Probably the bellybutton~" Drew told him. 

Scott was laughing too hard to answer. "Ehheeheeeheeeheeee! Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!!"

“I see…” Henry pulled out a little notepad and pen, quickly jotting down this important information.

Scott shook his head. It was unclear whether he realized what Henry was doing. All Scott really knew at this point was ‘TICKLES! LAUGHTER! AAAAAH!’.

Henry smiled and took note of the other ticklish spots that the tickle machine was specifically targeting. He knew Scott was going to kill him the moment he found out about this list…but was it worth it? Heck! Yes! 

"Just let me know when you wanna stop. Just say red-" Drew decided. 

“Right, yeah.” Henry hid his notebook. “Listen to your body, because we don’t really want you passing out on us.” Henry told Scott. 

"Yeah, and also because I'd probably cry- And we might get sued by Willie-" Drew warned. 

Henry shook his head. “The moment Will tries to sue you, I’ll just throw him into the tickle machine and let the machine, or Scott, decide his fate.” Henry added. 

Scott just kept on laughing, knowing he could easily take more tickles. Not wanting it to end…

Eventually, Scott called out the safe word. “Rehehed-! R-Red!” Scott called out. 

Drew stopped the machine immediately. The mechanical arms all went limp beside the chair. 

Scott breathed heavily as the phantom tickles kept tickling him. "Oh dear... Ohohoho my..." He giggled, wrapping his arms around his belly and pulling his knees up to his chest to shield himself more.

"Hehe sorry-" Drew came out from behind the tickle machine. 

Scott shook his head. "Hey, i-it's ok! Heh. You were being playful!" He continued to smile. 

"Aww! Your smile is cute~" Drew couldn’t stop himself from complimenting him. 

His face flushed more. "It is...? Heh." Scott muttered. 

"Mhm!" Drew stretched his arms above him, popping his knuckles. 

Henry smiled as he watched the two interact. Is it strange that Henry kinda shipped these two together?? Like, as loving boyfriends?

Henry slightly shook his head so he could start focusing again. “So:” Henry walked up to the tickle machine. “Anyone else want a go at it?” He asked.

Scott carefully got up, still holding his stomach and watching Drew with a smile. 

Drew reciprocated that smile back to Scott. "Eh, I suppose I should have a go, hm? It's only fair-" Drew decided. 

Scott chuckled. "Heh, yep!"

Drew walked up to the seat and sat down, suddenly feeling small compared to the chair. Weirdly enough, it seemed like the chair had noticed this height difference too…because the chair soon began to lower the backrest cuffs down a small bit so Drew’s arms could easily reach.

"Oh-! Th-thanks-!" Drew reacted. 

Scott grinned at Drew, holding the remote. "Now... What shall I do...?"

"Ehehe! Anything works!" Drew replied, blushing. 

Scott slowly scanned the remote and saw the [wild card] button. Putting his finger on the button, he looked up and said, "ready?"

Drew nodded. "Mhm!" 

Henry grabbed the manual and read over the machine manual. “…Looks like that button is like a ‘chance’ button. It chooses a random tickle difficulty on random spots with random tools.”

"Oho gohohosh!" Drew reacted, quickly growing nervous.

"Heh. Perfect!" He pushed the button, and out of the chair sprung various tickle tools. A soft hairbrush went in his armpits, a paintbrush targeted under his chin. Many feathers targeted his sides, with another paintbrush getting his belly. Foot massage brushes targeted his feet.

"EEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!!"

He chuckled. "Is that good enough for you, or should we add something...?" Scott asked. 

"IHIHIHIT'S GOOOHOHOHOHOOD! EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Drew replied. 

"It's about time someone made him laugh." A said, standing at the door with a laugh. 

Scott giggled. “Scott laughed to himself. "Hahaha, yeah!" He turned around and then widened his eyes. “Where did YOU come from?!” Scott asked. 

“I’ve been here the whole time.” A replied. 

Henry looked up. “Good evening, A.” He said. 

“Evening.” A replied. 

Scott hummed before turning around and continuing to keep watch over Drew, making sure he wasn't getting too exhausted.

After about a minute, the brushes changed places, some switching for new tools. Now there were feathers going along his neck, and in his armpits, paintbrushes targeting his feet and toes, and makeup brushes getting his belly and sides.

"EEEEEEK!!" Drew reacted, scrunching up his neck. 

"Heh~ His neck always gets him." A added, clearly enjoying the moment. 

Scott laughed more, holding his sides. What could he say? Laughter was contagious. "Oh g-gosh Drew! I-I'm sohohoo soohoohoorry!"

"IHIHIHIT'S OHOHOHOKAHEHEHEHE!" He soon shouts out the established safeword: Red. 

Scott hit the off button immediately. "You ok, Drew?" 

Going off memory alone, Henry sped up his writing so he could get all the tickle spots and percentages written down. He had forgotten that he was supposed to be hiding the book, and was only focused on getting it down. When he sped up his writing though…his writing became quite messy. Though he himself could read it, others may not be able to.

"Hehehehe yeahahaha." Drew said. 

Scott undid Drew’s straps and helped him out of the machine. Then, he looked over at Henry. "Hm..." He snuck up behind Hnery, and took a look over Henry's shoulder. "Whatcha writing there?"

Henry slowly placed the notebook against his chest. “Noooooothing.”

"Oh really?~" A asked suspiciously.

The phone guy reached out for it. "Then let us see…” Scott ordered. 

Henry bit his lip. He very slowly uncovered the notebook and showed them. 

A grabbed it and looked at the notebook. "My oh my~"

[Drew’s tickle spots: 

-Armpits

-chin

-sides

-belly

-feet

-neck]

Scott grabbed it and read through it, his face flushing more as he did. 

[Scott’s tickle spots: 

-belly button

-armpits

-feet

-sides

-basically everywhere]

"Uhh... W-what are you planning t-to do with this...?" Scott asked. 

Henry flushed a bright red. “…For…future reference…”

Scott stuttered more. "T-this is blackmail!" Casting a glance to Drew, he hoped they were on the same page. Drew nods, a smirk forming on his face.

A pointed at the floor. "I'll keep watch~" he said. 

Henry looked at Drew and Scott, sensing their mischief. He was growing nervous. “U-Uh…” 

Scott looked back at Henry, putting the notebook down. "You know, it isn't really fair. You know so much about us, yet we know so little about you...". Scott noted out loud.

“…Uh oh…” Henry muttered. 

The phone guy hoped this would work. He took a step forward, knowing the tickle chair was right behind Henry. Drew stepped forward as well. 

Henry started to walk backwards with his arms up in defense. “L-Let’s think about this!” 

"I'm thinking about it..." Scott hummed, stepping closer, his hands suddenly in the claw position. 

Henry yelped and tripped over his own feet, falling butt first into the chair. The chair strapped him in, using the regular sized cuffs for his wrists and ankles. Henry blushed nervously, realizing how screwed he was. “Uh oh! OH NO-” 

"Payback~" Drew declared, putting down the remote so he could get revenge. 

Scott wiggled his fingers. "Oh yes! This is gonna be good!" He touched down on his ribs, quickly skittering his fingers all over them. 

Henry squealed and giggled, wiggling around but unable to get out of the restraints. Drew soon joined in too, taking advantage of the fact that the tickle machine was stopping Henry from getting them back. At least, for a little while. 

Eventually, the two boys turned on the tickle machine so it would tickle Henry too. Then Scott, Drew and the tickle machine all continued to tickle Henry until he said the established safeword. When he did say it, Scott clicked the off button on the remote, and undid the restraints. Then, the two boys helped Henry out of the machine. After some discussion, Henry decided to put the tickle machine into a back room that no one, other than Henry, knew about. That is, until now. Now Drew, Scott, and A knew about the secret room.

Now, any two people could experience some tickles from the tickle machine during their break. One person would be advised to hold the remote, while the other sat in the tickle machine chair, getting wrecked to their heart’s content. Henry put up a typed note with the classic letter fonts that was on every 80’s computer. The words read:

[Get tickled with the tickle machine on your break! 

Rule 1: Have another person with you. 

Rule 2: The safe word is Red. Remember that so you don’t pass out. 

Rule 3: Have fun!] 

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There need to be more fics with safewords... like that shit is top tier. It's consensual at all times, and it makes it so that if you're doing kinky shit, you can know the boundaries. Like use safewords in fics. It is so cute.

[submissivefeminist]

Do you use any other colors in the traffic light system but the usual 3? If you do what do they mean?

My usual color system:

💚: Everything is good 💛: Slow down/tread lightly 💜: Request to be taken out of trance ⛔: Stop the scene immediately

1 Ask = 1 Vape Hit 💚

[eisenkrahe]

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