Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i feel bad for lauma every time columbina calls her motherly. that poor woman just wants her goddess to rail her until she passes out but instead she gets mom friended
in which you fall victim to a giant spider and its many, many, many children
aaa hello,,! pls enjoy another drabble type thing feat another scenario i think abt sometimes and have. very normal feelings abt i. promise
~2.6k words, cw: tickling (sfw but with kink in mind + slightly intense), lee!reader, inhuman/monster!ler, multiple lers, teeny tiny lers, stuck in place, spiders, nearly full body tickling (stomach, bellybutton, chest, neck, ears, back of knees, etc)
The first thing you notice when you wake up is the stickiness on your arms and legs. Itâs slightly soft, not gooey or greasy, but strong in its grip. You try to wriggle and are met with firm resistance. Panic begins to creep in through the haziness of your still sleepy mind and you take a few quick, deep breaths, trying to keep yourself calm as you survey exactly what sort of trouble youâve landed in.Â
You arenât hurt, which is good. The last thing you could remember from before losing consciousness was falling for what felt likeââ well, not that long, actually. Time had stilled for seemingly a moment or two and then there was nothing. You must have passed out before youâd landed inâŚ. what exactly did you land in? You shift your head from side to side as much as you can in order to get a better view of your surroundings.Â
At the far edges of your vision, you can see the dark grey rock walls of a cavern. You arenât sure how big it is because you canât quite see the cave room floor, the little bit of sunlight trickling in from above quickly being swallowed up by shadow. Around you, intricately braided ropes of white stretch from wall to wall, forming a spindly basket of shapes and patterns that glisten like crystal shards.
Itâs a web. A gigantic spiderweb.Â
All the warnings youâd been given about the humongous arachnids local to the area start flooding back to you. âAvoid the deeper parts of the forest,â your neighbor had told you when youâd first been moving into your new cottage. âThe underbrush is so dense, it makes the entrance to underground cavesâ spider holes, we call âemâ almost invisible. If youâre not careful, youâll fall right in!â
Internally you curse yourself for not heeding their advice. If you had listened more seriously to their rambling, maybe youâd have some idea of how to get out of this situation, but as it stands, youâre stuck. Which is not ideal.Â
You spend a few minutes attempting to tug yourself free, practically thrashing in your efforts, but the web holds you tight, merely bouncing back and forth with your movement. You go until youâre panting hard before finally relenting and relaxing again. Itâs probably best to conserve your energy. You take a few minutes to catch your breath, feeling the web slowly return to its previous stillness beneath you.Â
And then it wobbles again.Â
You freeze. The dip you feel can only be caused by something very large and very heavy. Your eyes jump from shadowy crevice to shadowy crevice, searching frantically for whatever had just made its presence so purposefully known, and then your gaze flits upwards and your stomach drops.Â
Eight eyes, black and glittering, stare down at you from the dark. Despite not being able to see its full form, you can tell the spider is monstrously huge. It keeps itself hidden, tucked away from the sunbeam peaking in through the canopy. Youâre frozen in place, both literally and figuratively. There is a long moment where nothing moves but the web, still swaying slightly under the spiderâs weight, before something suddenly crawls out from the shadows beneath the giant arachnid. It takes a second for you to register what exactly it is.Â
Another spider: much, much smaller than the first, so small its presence doesnât disturb the web at all. It creeps down towards you in graceful, careful strides, its movement slow, almost hesitant. You feel like you should be trying to get away from it, but instead you just watch, stiff as a board, as the little thing stops an inch from your face, its multiple tiny eyes surveying you with what seems like curiosity.Â
It shifts a bit closer, and you can almost picture it cocking its head to the side like a puppy. One minuscule leg reaches out, brushing against your cheek, so light it almost feels like the tip of a feather. Youâre so baffled by the sensation that you donât even realize the spider has moved until you register it crawling onto your head.Â
Your face screws up in discomfort and you go even more still, as though maybe if you just didnât move, the spider would grow bored of you and scurry away. It doesnât. You clench your fists tight as you feel it move from your hair, to your forehead, to your temple, down your cheek, under your chinâŚÂ
Oh. That tickles.Â
Your expression scrunches for a very different reason now. The spiderâs little legs slowly making their way across your throat feel like someone is brushing a miniature feather duster across your skin. You try very hard not to react, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your lips together in a stubborn attempt to supress the wobbly smile spreading across your face. Itâll move away from your neck eventually. You can handle this. Itâs not that bad.Â
Something tiny and soft rubs up against your wrist and your eyes shoot open.Â
It seems youâd been so focused on that one baby spiderâs actions, youâd failed to notice the arrival of many, many more, none of them larger than your fist, some of them smaller than a coin. They surround you almost completely, blinking at you with the same curiosity as their sibling. You and the army of little spiders stare at each other for a long second⌠and then you jolt when the one by your wrist begins to crawl up your arm, a handful of its brethren following suit.Â
The sensation of them on your forearm isnât too horribly ticklish, but you can feel your sensitivity rising as their feathery feet move towards your shoulder. You squish your lips together in a tight line to try and fight off the inevitable as one spider meanders across your collarbone, another lingers in the crease of your elbow, another slips beneath your sleeve, and very quickly all your defenses collapse. Your upper body jerks, making the web twinge yet again, and the remaining spiders shift and scurry around you, drawn in by the sudden motion.
âAhââ eeheeââ! Wait!â You squeak a little as more tiny tormentors start to close in. âWââ Wait! Wait!â
Your protests fall on deaf ears, the spiders seemingly only encouraged by the sound of your voice. One wiggles its way under the fabric of your tunic and you can feel it taking slow, exploratory steps across your lower stomach. When it reaches your naval, it stumbles, surprised by the sudden dip in terrain, its fuzzy leg falling into the depths of your bellybutton. This earns another squeak from you.Â
âAckââ! Getââ get out ohohof thereâ!âÂ
You wiggle your hips in a fruitless attempt to dislodge the spider, and you can hear it softly clicking in distress as you do. Unfortunately this does little more than bring more of its concerned siblings beneath your shirt to investigate the commotion, their downy feather bodies brushing like teasing fingertips over the sensitive stretch of your tummy.Â
Crap, crap, crap. The little spiders arenât stopping. Theyâre also not attacking you, or trying to eat you, which you suppose is a good thing, though itâs hard to appreciate your luck when youâre busy trying not to dissolve into helpless laughter. Your eyes frantically jump from side to side before landing on where the giant mama spider is still skulking in its shadowy corner. Its multitude of eyes havenât left your squirming form for a single moment.Â
What is the purpose of this? Is this what giant arachnids are known for? Are they tenderizing you, preparing your body for consumption in some weird, horribly ticklish way? Or maybe theyâre just genuinely curious about your warm squishy flesh and the way it writhes when touched. Your neighbor had spoken like people falling into spider holes was commonplace, but maybe they were exaggerating and this is the first time these creatures have ever seen a human. Gods, you wish youâd taken the time to learn more about the stupid magic forest surrounding your town. If you had, maybe you wouldnât haveâÂ
âAhaââ eeheeheeââ!â Breathless laughter interrupts your thoughts. âNnâânnnahahaha!â
One of the baby spiders moves up your side and your giggles jump as it softly crawls over your right ribcage. There are a lot of them on you now. Thankfully only a select few have figured out how to access the soft, sensitive skin beneath your clothes, but the ones that had are quickly proving to be your biggest concern, finding tickle spots even you were unaware of.Â
A particularly small spider nestles itself into your navel. When it reaches the bottom, it keeps crawling, trying to move deeper and supposedly very confused by the warm little tunnel ending so abruptly. The sensation makes you squeal and thrash. A separate but equally effective spider skitters around your ear, barely a whisper against the cartilage. The waistband of your trousers areâ thank the godsâ too tight for any of the little pests to wiggle past, but your relief at this quickly morphs into even gigglier distress as one of the ones by your left boot finds it way under your pant leg. You try your hardest to kick your feet in instinctive protest as you feel it crawl from your ankle, to your calf, to the back of your knee, where it seems to settle itself comfortably into that sensitive concavity.Â
Your voice pitches up into a squeaky hiccup. Thereâs so many of them and theyâre everywhere, only a few precious stretches of your skin left untouched by the spidersâ ticklish skittering. Itâs overwhelming, itâs all-encompassing, it feels like it will never end, and then, out of nowhere, all movement stops. The tiny creatures on your body come to an abrupt halt and everything around you stills.Â
Almost everything around you stills.Â
The web is wobbling yet again. It moves in deep, dipping shudders as something very large and very purposeful makes its way down towards your trapped, helpless form. You want to run; you want to tear yourself from the sticky prison encasing you and hightail it all the way back to your little cottage, but your limbs are too tired from squirming to even attempt an escape. You pant, skin prickling under the frozen touch of the baby spiders covering it, and wait for the inevitable with your eyes shut tight.Â
But the inevitable doesnât come. A gargantuan shadow is cast behind your eyelids and you tense yourself in preparation for the sting of a bite, yet in place of white hot pain you instead feel a small, careful tug at your tunic. As your mind races to grapple with the lack of fangs sinking into you, the fabric of your blouse is gently but unceremoniously ripped open. Goosebumps erupt as the cool air of the cavern hits your torso and your eyes shoot open.Â
Those eight glittering eyes stare down at you, each one as large as your head with a color akin to polished obsidian, your own terrified face reflected back at you from within their inky black depths. The spider shifts its giant maw downwards, fangs speckled with saliva, inching closer and closer to your now very exposed and very vulnerable stomach.Â
Iâm gonna die, you think. Iâm going to get eaten by a giant spider and Iâm gonna die. And I just paid off the mortgage on my stupid cottage.Â
Except the giant spider does not eat you. The feeling of its jaws pressing into your skin is not followed by white-hot pain; in fact you donât think it even broke the skin. For a moment youâre completely baffled as to its motivation, the reason behind its apparent mercy, and then everything clicks into place when its mandibles twitch, gently tweaking the sensitive bit of tummy beneath your bellybutton.
âWhââ whaââahahAHAââ!â
You canât even properly react to the new stimulation before the various baby spiders dotting your body start to chirp and shift, almost vibrating with contentment, seemingly very happy that their mother is joining in on this new experimentation of theirs. Youâre instantly overcome by squealing laughter as your trapped form is riddled once again with soft, quick, horribly ticklish sensations, now with the added torment of the giant spiderâs gentle mandibles squeezing and pinching your stomach.Â
If the little spidersâ fuzzy bodies were akin to feather dusters, their motherâs rounded fangs are like deft, nimble fingers. Itâs an absolutely torturous combination. You arenât quite sure what tickles more: the ghosting of barely there plumage all over your skin or the pointed, concentrated teasing above your waistline, practically digging into your sensitive flesh.Â
âAhahAHAHA! Stââ stohoHOHOPââ EEHEEPââ!â Your noises hit their crescendo. The giant spider, silent and stoic in the face of your helpless hysterics, stares down at you as it pokes and prods and pinches endlessly. âIââ I cahahAHAHAââ I cahahanâtââ pleaHEEHEEHEASEââ!!â
Every inch of you is thrashing against torturously ticklish touches both light and forceful; itâs all you can feel. Even the stickiness of the web entrapping you has long since faded into the background. In the deepest recesses of your mind you suppose you should probably still be worried about being eaten, but currently all you can think about is the sensation of little eight-legged menaces scurrying over your overly sensitive body and how their motherâs mandibles are so, so horribly effective at tickling that you almost wonder if they were designed specifically for tormenting you in this way.Â
Your vision blurs; your insides hurt from laughter. You arenât quite sure where you are anymore. Is this your life now? Are the spiders going to tickle you until you pass out, or explode, or die? Any or all of those options feel equally likely with the way your brain is starting to melt, lost in the overwhelming experience of being utterly and completely overcome with tickles. You think you might not be able to take a single second moreâŚ..
And finally, finally, it stops.Â
It takes you a moment to realize the spiders are retreating. The feeling of them slipping off of you is so similar to the earlier tickling, you donât notice your torment has been paused until suddenly your skin is a lot more bare than before. Your ears are ringing. All you can hear is your own ragged breath as you take in gulps of cool cavern air. When your eyelids crack open slightly, you just barely register the gigantic blurry shape of the mother spider and its hundreds of children backing away from your exhausted form. God, are you exhausted. Youâve never felt so tired in your life. You canât fall asleep here, you absolutely should not fall asleep here, but despite your best efforts you can feel yourself slipping into the oh-so tempting arms of unconsciousness.
You wake up, much to your surprise, in the infirmary. As your villageâs healer feeds you a foul-tasting concoction, you learn that apparently unsuspecting townsfolk falling into spider holes is a regular occurrence, even more so than your anxious neighbor had implied. Itâs so regular, in fact, that there are nightly patrols of the forest and underground caves to check for any unfortunate victims. You want very much to ask if every person who finds themself stuck in a giant spiderâs web winds up being tickled to tears, but you canât quite force the words out. Perhaps you really were just particularly unlucky.Â
You decide to pointedly ignore the part of yourselfââ the incredibly stupid, deeply embarrassing, morbidly curious part of yourselfââ that kind of wants to go trekking back into the woods to see if the experience can be replicated. If only for the sake of science.Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
sex repulsion while having kinks is so frustrating. i don't know how to tell people that yes i like being tickled, yes i like it in a sexual way, no i don't want to have sex
All of that is so real. I adore Childe especially being into tickling because he's all about competition and he's so playful and I think he'd really get off on being wrestled around and pinned and wrecked... or doing the same to someone else.
ALSO. I'm not super into Lohen but his brat energy is off the charts??? Like actually crazy. He HAS to be a tickle masochist pleaaaase
I can personally see Sethos being into it too (biased, he's one of my favs) just bc of his clever and playful personality
-đŠ
childe and lohen are both such masochists and they LOVE fighting and getting beat up and i just know that tickling would drive them insane ALSO. SETHOS hes so cute i love him i could totally see it !!!! he def tortures scara a lot (and then pays dearly for it...the price of having an ex harbinger bf)
HELLA late but hiiii I'm a Genshin follower <3 I'd love to hear about your nsfw fandom thoughts!
-đŠ
HI HELLO. ok i have way too many thoughts to put in one post so any followups are welcome đ but. first of all childe, miko, albedo, and lohen absolutely have a tickle kink....i like to imagine all my favs being turned on by it but those four 100%. and maybe also hu tao and/or flins
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming