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boytickler35 · 1 year ago

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Ticklish Princes Part 5

“Got the girl? Check! Beat the bad guy? Check! Made your best bud the happiest genie that ever lived? Check and thank you for that! So why are you here moping around?”

Aladdin turns around from his perch, leaning on the rail in his old hideout with the view of the palace and to face Genie. His huge blue friend hovers in front of the entrance to the hideaway watching the human with concern.

He summons a smile and plays it off. “I’m not moping, I just needed to breath away from all the glamour. If you spend too much time around it you you start thinking in jewels and silks.”

The blue face looks at him expectantly. It was as if Genie could see right through him...something Aladdin confessed he thought might be true.

“You needed time away from high living so you dressed up in your old clothes and came back to your old stomping ground? Come on, give me something I believe.”

It still amazes him how transparent he is to the magic being but he gives a sheepish smile since he’s been caught in the act. “I guess I’m just scared.”

“You scared? Of what? Jaffar is in a lamp and he’s never gunna get free.”

“I know but now I have to face what comes next. I’m marrying Jasmine, and I don’t think I could be happier about that but I’m also marrying a princess and…” He sort of trails off and looks at Genie helplessly. Luckily he doesn't need to explain, Genie’s already figured some of it out.

“You’re worried about being a prince and the responsibilities of running a kingdom?”

“That and losing myself and my freedom. I mean I never would have met Jasmine if she hadn’t felt so stifled in the palace. What if I get that way, lose my freedom and myself in the responsibilities?”

“Ya worry too much Al, that’s nevah gunna happen.”

“But that’s just it Genie, what if it does? I could become like Jafar, maybe not evil, but so devoted to my job or my own gain that everything else loses meaning. Or like all of the other ministers who just exist and don’t live. Or maybe I’ll end up like the Sultan, you know, so pressured by work that I crack and make the wrong decisions.”

Genie didn’t reply immediately, Aladdin chanced a look at him and saw him deep in thought before replying slowly, “I guess I can’t promise that none of that will happen. Anything is possible, like magic carpets or a monkey smarter than the guards of a palace or a street kid falling in love with a princess and marrying her. I can say that with the pout your sportin right now it’s a wonder anyone falls for ya, comeon where’s that smile I love.” By the end Genie isn’t speaking with measured words, his own smile is back and he’s closing the distance between boy and spirit.

Aladdin feels a slight smile creep onto his face, something about his blue friend’s is infectious. Genie now floats right in front of him and comments upon seeing the weak smile, “Isn’t that better, I’ll tell ya one thing Al, anymore pouting like that and you’ll give yourself a scowl Jafar would be proud of, and as your friend I can’t let that happen!”

And then he strikes. Honestly Aladdin should have known something was coming, Genie was being too serious but the massive blue fingers in his ribs take him by surprise! He lets out a yelp and tries to stumble away but Genie is craftier than he looks and has Aladdin pinned between him and the rail, with nowhere to go. Either he planned this all along or it just worked out nicely for him but in any case Aladdin bears the brunt of Genie’s genius tickling! The fingers dance up and down his ribs at a rapid pace.

Aladdin of course dissolves into a laughing mess, “GEhehEHEhEnie!StAHahahAhAp!”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” The insincerity in his voice tells Aladdin he’s in for it, and so does the shift to his sides. Right about now he wishes he’d worn anything else other than his old clothes, almost anything else would offer better protection against tickling!

“Wow Al, seems all those times they tried to catch you all those guards really needed to do was tickle you a little!”

“NoHoAhAhtFuHAhunNY!”

“Sure? You seem to think it’s hilarious!” Through his squinted eyes he’s able to see the manic grin Genie sports; oh he is not getting out of this any time soon. Genie pushes the flaps of his vest aside to gain better access at the tender ribs and sides and plowed into them.

“NoHoAhAoFAhAhAhaiR!”

To his relief the tickle crazed genie lays off for a moment. Then he hears what the blue creature has to say on the topic of fairness, “You’re right it isn’t fair. Here I am limiting myself to these boring means of tickling when you really need a good laugh. I’ll step it up!”

“Wait, no!”

He tries to slip away but it’s too late Genie is already working his magic, manifesting dozens of feathers of all shapes and sizes, some so fluffy Aladdin doubted they could help anything fly and others stiff enough he wonders if they’re feathers at all! Of course there’s only one place this is going and he doesn't like it but that isn’t enough to stop them from all descending on him in a frenzy. Some twist around his neck, others his sides, several at his belly and a few at the backs of his knees. These are the the really fluffy ones and he feels every soft projection on his skin.

These are one kind of tickling, very light, gracefully dancing around him like they’re performing. Two at a time they rise up to tickle under his chin and then split off around his neck in different sides. Then they drop down to touch the back of his knees, somewhere he didn’t even know he was ticklish and which is only mitigated by his baggy pants. From there they travel up to graze his sides, then around to race across his belly and finally up again to his neck. The whole cycle is a rush of sensations and he doesn’t remember the last time he laughed so hard.

Of course this all is too plain for Genie, his big blue friend is nothing if not a performer and a show off, both usually endearing and right now still impressive but not what Aladdin wants. In addition to the first cycle, the stiff feathers have their own cycle set up, perfectly times with the one other. This one starts at his belly button where one feather teases the sides of his naval while another investigates inside. The one on the outside scratches lightly with its end and the one inside swirls around in the vulnerable skin.

They break from there and move up to an armpit apiece and here the cycle becomes less regular than its counterpart. Sometimes the feathers at this point go right into the hollows and scratch away merrily and other times they target the delicate skin just below said hollow and some enthusiastically switch back and forth. The feathers aren’t synchronized with each other at this part either so what’s happening to one side isn’t always what’s happening to the other. The unpredictability is what really makes this spot stand out and keeps his laughter pouring out.

After the armpits they move down a little and poke at each rib before moving to his feet. Here they slide from heel to toes and then once again become unpredictable and they never behave the same way twice. One set sawed between each toe, another flipped around and scratched against his soles in a single but devastatingly ticklish course and still another set made sure to weave between his toes, under one and then above the next, under, and then over and finally under again, before pulling out from one side, tickling every toe again as it passed on it’s way out.

Naturally under these conditions, it doesn't take Aladdin long to beg but Genie’s slow to answer, or maybe just slower than he wants. When he does though, Aladdin leans against the rail panting. He glares up at Genie, who’s the picture of innocents, of course.

“Oh what’s the dirty look for Al? Ya needed some laughs and I brought them.”

Aladdin opens his mouth to say he could have done it without the tickling but the fight doesn’t seem worth it, Genie will still be Genie and Aladdin isn’t really angry with him.

Besides the tickling seems to have worked. He still feels the pressure of his worries but it seems less now, more manageable. He’s lost in thought for a moment on his future again. He will rule Agrabah one day with Jasmine but that’s in the future and he has time to learn how to before then. Losing his freedom to palace life, well he got here no problem and he’s had years of practice escaping the guards when they were more hostile to him, doing it now and in the future won’t be any harder. As for losing himself in the court in the manic way Jafar did, well he’ll always have Genie and Jasmine to pull him back if it ever starts.

Genie pulls him out of his musing, “It’s getting dark and Jasmine’ll worry if your not back soon.” Aladdin nods and makes for the exit. He turns before he leaves and calls back, “Hey Genie? I owe you one, thanks.”

The blue spirit grins wide and replies, “What are friends for Al? Next time you get into that mood, hollar and I’ll come and tickle you out of it!”

“Sure Genie, whatever you say.” He might have to do that sometime, but he’ll cross that bridge when it comes. In the meantime he’ll make the most of life and see where it leads him.

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melanieph321 · 11 months ago

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Hi bestie! I have a fic idea abt dominik szoboszlai. Reader wakes up one morning and she finds domi is about to shave his beard. And she told domi to not do it because she loves the feeling of his beard on her thighs when he eats her out. But domi insists that he needs to shave so he eats her out one last time before he shaves

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 1)

Here we go, and we are off with one super request that I really enjoyed writing!

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - One Last Time

⚠️Warning⚠️

+18

Thank you for the gif @trentione 😊

Enjoy!

You woke up to the sound of running water, and when it didn't stop running you rolled out bed, rubbing your tired eyes as you made your way to the bathroom down the hall.

"Um...what are you doing?"

Your boyfriend Dominik turned from the bathroom mirror as you appeared in the door frame, a cloud of shaving cream in his hand. "Huh?"

"What do you think you're doing right now?" You said, stepping into the bathroom, eyes wide with panic.

Dominik frowned. "What does it look like I'm doing baby, I'm shaving my beard."

"But why?"

"Why?" He chuckled. "There has to be a reason?"

"Yes. I like your beard."

"I dunno Y/N, it's getting kind of scruffy, don't you think?"

"Yes, and?"

Dominik seemed confused. "Baby, I know we live in England but it's getting kind of hot outside again. That's why it's nicer without my beard."

"But I like your beard." You whimpered, blocking Dominik's reflection in the mirror. You stood before him and stretched out your hands to caress his stubble. He smiled as you did.

"I had no idea you liked it that much. My teammates tells me that I'm starting to look like Jafar from Aladdin."

"I don't think you understand me." You said, voice low and seductive.

Dominik caught the glimpse in your eye and licked his lips. "No?"

You shook your head. "No."

His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer. "How about you enlightened me then?"

You smirked. "I like your beard not for the way it looks on you, but for how it feels on me....down there"

"Come again?"

You rolled your eyes, but removed one of his hands from your waist, guiding it downwards. "Now do you get it?"

Dominik raised his brows, the palm of his hand flat against the front of your panties. "Oh."

You raised yourself on your tippy toes, reaching to wrap you arms around Dominik's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, the stubble of his beard tickling the side of your face. "It tickles." You giggled and pulled back to meet his eyes. He looked out of it, his dark pupils expanded with the sudden excitement.

"Even down there?" He asked.

"What?"

"Does it tickle..." He stammered. "When I'm down there I mean?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "It feels fucking amazing."

Dominik laughed nervously, not really sure where things were going, nevertheless his hand was still pressed against your sex, his fingertips nipping at the edges of your panties.

"Do you want me to...?"

You nodded. "But if it's the last time you better make it fucking good."

Dominik grinned as leaned down and kissed you. "Don't I always?"

You gasped as his hands suddenly went under your legs, lifting you up and setting you down on the bathroom sink. There he spread your legs and moved to stand between them.

"Answer me baby, don't I always make you feel good when I eat that pussy out?"

"I don't know?" You muttered. "I think the beard does most of the work."

"Shut up."

You gasped once more as Dominik's hands slapped against your thighs, searching for the hemn of your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one go, making you raise your hips as you did. He caught your waist before you could lower your ass back down again. His breath was hot against your inner thigh and so was his stubble that scratched upwards with his tracing kisses.

"Fuck Dom, not so fast."

He raised his head, a smirk on his lips. "Enough of that, let me have my way with you."

You leaned back against the mirror, grabbing a bundle of Dominik's hair as his head was now placed between your legs. You watched him extend his long tounge, whimpering as he licked across your swollen clit. "Fuck."

"Yes, baby. You like this don't you?"

"Mhm." You bit down on your bottom lip. You bit down hard, ashamed to be on the edge of coming already.

Dominik's lips attached themselves to your pussy lips, sucking them dry with shamless slurping sounds.

"Dominik please."

His laugh vibrated below you with his rough beard against your skin sending unbearable shivers down your spine.

"Please Dominik, I'm gonna...."

His hand reach under your shirt, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples between his fingers.

"Please." You moaned.

He could sense that you were close, upping his tempo, using a combination of his tounge and fingers.

You arched your back against the mirror, the orgasm leaving you opened mouthed.

Dominik let you come down from the high, his tounge still licking your clit, slower however.

"Dom." You chuckled, a hand caressing his hair. "You can stop now if you want."

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes drowsy with his blurred vision. "And what if I don't?" He smiled.

"Then I'm gonna have to shave that beard of yours myself."

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heyimdove · 1 year ago

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Things of Note at @neil-gaiman ‘s NJPAC talk:

1. Do you people understand that he switches into accents when he reads? Do you people know he does a perfect Michael Sheen impression? did you know it’s also hot

2. He used to cold call publishers/mags to see if they’d publish his work. He’d lie when asked what other magazines he wrote for; they’d think he was more legitimate and would, therefore, be more likely to take him on themselves. “You couldn’t get away with that now” thanks to Google. Also, back then, “we had telephones and we used them,” but today’s publishers would not easily recover if you unexpectedly called them on the phone.

3. It was a personal point of pride for Neil to write for each of the magazines he’d claimed to have written for. He said “I didn’t lie. I was chronologically challenged.”

4. Neil made a deliberate effort to not be boxed in by publishers. He’d interviewed many authors who were unhappily boxed and did everything he could to avoid it, including declining big contracts from prestigious publishers (notably after American Gods). This is why he can write what he likes now. Comics writing spoiled him in this regard, as publishers mistook the medium for a genre, and therefore didn’t care what he wrote (so he wrote all the genres he wanted to in Sandman).

5. He hates Thomas Hardy thanks to being introduced to him in school. Regarding being forced to read Tess of the D’urbervilles, he said “I wouldn’t do that to a dog”. He hopes students, who might have liked him if they found him on their own, don’t encounter his work in school and hate him for it.

6. “The evil characters (you write) don’t possess you, you try to find the little bit of you in them….the little bit of you that is gloriously evil.”

7. “I touched the magic and passed it along” this was a line from Watching from the Shadows that especially moved me.

8. Terry was increasingly upset as the bidding on Good Omens increased (eventually reaching 150,000 - can’t remember if he said $ or £). For his part, when the book finally sold, Neil put on Iggy Pop’s Success and danced.

9. Anansi Boys should be out on Prime by the end of 2024!

10. Described Sandalphon as someone you want to “hit with a large oar”. (The woman next to me, who was extremely stingy with her applause, hooted like an owl at this and clapped til the last).

11. Pronounces Amazon as “Ama-zin” and Los Angeles as “Los Angelese”. This isn’t noteworthy, but I liked it enough to write it down.

12. “Being on a beach in bare feet” was the line that led Neil to realize David Tennant would be perfect for Crowley.

13. He is pictured on the ALA’s poster holding Wind in the Willows because, as a child, “it messed up my head.” He said he is “in love” with a chapter in the middle called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn where the characters meet Pan. It’s often left out of printings, which makes him sad because it is “strange, beautiful, luminous”.

14. TOATEOTL was originally planned to go to Broadway. Then, Covid. They did a “world tour” instead. Now that it’s wrapped, talks about Broadway are happening. He says all of adaptations of his work, this is his favorite.

15. “Disney’s Aladdin plays four times a day in Hell”

16. His favorite question of the night was “WHY did you think of the Other Mother?” He was tickled by the word choice of “why”

17. Asked the library in Sussex “What have you got in the way of really good horror for four year olds?” Obviously none existed so he wrote Coraline.

18. Talked about going viral for being in a falafel, seemed to marvel at the progression of the meme’s meaning.

19. “Tumblr is its own madness”

20. “Stephen King has fabulous stories about meeting fans in toilets, including being passed a book under the stall”

21. Read “The Day the Saucers Came” which I misheard initially as Sauces. Saucers is definitely better.

22. “You want to see me doing Dickens?” I laughed inappropriately at this. I was the only one.

23. I don’t want to say what pieces he read because I want you to buy tickets to his events. But it was very nice to be read to by Neil Gaiman.

It’s very worth it to go. I flew out from San Diego for this and would do it again in a heartbeat!

#neil gaiman

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smninthisworldd · 1 year ago

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 3: Jasmine wakes up, ready for her second - and last - day of babysitting Ella. König is finally getting ready to come home, but first, he shares his thoughts and feelings about Jas with Ghost and Soap. Once he gets home, he can’t really contain himself…❞

❝PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS (NSFW): dirty thoughts, male masturbation.❞

w.c: 4200 ; part 3/? ;

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Birds were chirping on the balcony outside the big window, from which the sun entered the room and warmed Jasmine's skin, along with a fresh breeze tickling it; clean, soft silk sheets hugging her body, her nose breathing in their strong scent - König's scent, precisely - while her hair laid on the silk pillowcase. What other best way to wake up?

Oh, right... if only he was there.

If only König was there to hold her tight against his strong body, his warmth radiating through her. To caress her hair, move it out of her face and kiss her cheek softly, careful not to wake her up. To lower his caresses along her shoulder, causing her to shiver, while he decided to kiss her neck, shoulder and arm. And when Jas would wake up to that, he would whisper in her ear "Good morning, love". And she would blush and giggle and turn around to hug him and kiss him and tell him "5 more minutes", cuddling and holding him tightly, never wanting to let him go. Never wanting to leave that bed.

Jas couldn't stop fantasizing about him, apparently. She went to sleep thinking about him, and woke up with the same thoughts. She couldn't help herself into at least trying to deny how she felt toward König.

Two months earlier, when Jasmine moved, Ella was the curious one, wanting to know who the new neighbor was. She asked her daddy if they could knock on her door and welcome her in the new apartment. And since König can't say no to his daughter - especially when she looks at him with such cute puppy eyes - he accepted.

The two got dressed, grabbed some of the cookies König had prepared the evening before, and headed to the door next to theirs. It was half open, boxes and suitcases all around, waiting to be unpacked inside the new home.

König curiously looked inside, taking a peek of the apartment, when Jasmine suddenly opened the door fully and jolted when she saw the immensely tall man and his daughter. She nearly gasped, bringing her hand to her chest and laughing out of relief. Neighbors.

«Hallo! I'm Ella!» the little girl squealed. «Welcome!»

Jasmine looked down at her and smiled warmly, extending her hand to Ella. «Hi! My name is Jasmine.»

«Like the princess from Aladdin!» Ella exclaimed happily. Jas giggled at the sight of that energetic sweet girl getting so excited about her name.

«Papa, give her the cookies!» Ella whispered, but Jas could hear, as his daughter grabbed and pulled on his shirt.

König chuckled and handed the basket with cookies to the new neighbor. «Welcome to the neighborhood, Jasmine, I'm König. I made these yesterday evening-»

«They are amazing!» Ella exclaimed, interrupting her daddy, her energy contagious.

Jas accepted the basket and as König extended his hand to her, she smiled and shook it with hers. The moment their hands touched, Jasmine could feel the roughness of his big hand, and some calluses on his palm. Meanwhile, König could sense how small and soft her hand was compared to his, contrasting with his own.

It was a strange yet pleasurable feeling, mostly for König. He was feeling quite lonely lately, given he hasn't dated nor seen anyone for... a very long time, and he was so touch starved that a woman's touch could've easily turned his hormones crazy. Even just a simple handshake.

Jasmine gulped at the intensity of König's eyes looking at her, making her knees feel like jelly already. It was no secret how attractive the man was, and Jasmine wasn't blind.

«Here, let me help you.» König offered, his voice deep and manly, removing his hand from hers and grabbing one of the boxes left, stepping inside after Ella.

«Oh...» Jasmine started, attempting to tell him it wasn't necessary, that she could do everything on her own. But having this mountain of a muscular man in your new home, ready to help you unpack your stuff and maybe even help you reach some shelves that are too high for you, was an offer that no one could ever deny. «Thank you...»

«It's my pleasure.» König replied, easily picking up the other boxes while Jasmine placed the cookies on the table, grabbed her last suitcase and closed the door.

Ella sat down a chair and watched her dad and the new neighbor unpack her things and decor the kitchen and the living room. «How old are you, Jasmine?»

«Ella...» König attempted to scold her, but Jasmine chuckled and shook her head, as if to tell him everything was fine.

«I am 23 years old, Ella. Soon to be 24.» she answered. «And what about you?»

«I'm 9! I will turn 10 in three months!» Ella replied, smiling warmly at her. «I will have a beautiful party for my birthday! Daddy promised that he will take the day off to celebrate with me!»

Jasmine smiled at Ella, and then looked at König, still smiling. «What do you do?» she asked, out of curiosity.

«I'm an Austrian soldier.» König answered, «I'm a Colonel, more precisely.»

Her brows lifted as she looked up at him and smiled, nodding in understanding. Jas could've imagined it, really. His muscles and his overall built could've only been either a soldier's or a bodybuilder's.

«Should I call you 'Sir'?» she joked, gaining a chuckle from König.

Despite the thought of Jasmine calling him that was tempting, he laughed it off. «That's only for my coworkers.» he said with a smile. «Please, call me König.»

The rest of that day went on pretty quickly, as Ella and König helped Jasmine with some of her stuff, keeping her company. She was glad she found herself two amazing neighbors, curious to know her better and that already liked her a lot.

The months passed and Jasmine was often invited to König's apartment to eat with him and Ella, sometimes at lunch, sometimes at dinner.

Ella found a friend in her, despite their age difference. Jas was a very good friend to her, always available if she wanted to play dolls, have a tea party or watch Disney movies. And König couldn't be happier. Knowing that her daughter was happy filled his heart with love and adoration, and he was happy, too.

Jasmine soon grew to be a good friend for König as well, as he sometimes even helped her with her studies and repetitions. She would invite him and Ella over, and while Ella would watch cartoons and play with her dolls, König would help Jasmine practicing and reviewing her notes for her University exams.

A smile appeared on her lips as she thought about all that, and how thankful she was to have him and Ella in her life. Though, she would've never believed she would sleep in König's bed while babysitting his girl. It was a strange feeling.

She stood up, changed into her clothes and redid the bed, folding the shirt she wore for sleeping and putting it back into König's closet.

Then, she walked toward the bathroom and washed her face, ready for the second day of babysitting Ella.

König couldn't really help himself either. Since Jasmine moved, he wasn't the same König as he used to. He was more tense, more cautious, more protective - of himself and of Ella, especially. But he wished he could show Jas his protective side, too.

He felt a strange urge to protect her, and he didn't really know why. He couldn't put it into words. The only way he could describe it, was that he felt drawn to her. Not only because Jasmine was pretty and beautiful and gorgeous, but mostly because of her personality.

Jasmine was always so welcoming, so kind and nice to everyone, sweet and adorable. «She's just... perfect.» König whispered, as he explained his two friends, Ghost and Soap, the situation and the way he felt.

They were on the bus, at that moment, heading back toward the base. Their mission was a success, and they were ready to pack their belongings and return home.

«Maybe you should try and talk to her about it?» Soap suggested. Then, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his tone more playful. «I've never thought I'd hear you talking about a woman like this, Colonel.»

König felt his cheeks warm up a little, as he sighed. «You think so?»

«How old is she?» Ghost joined the conversation, his tone a bit more husky compared to Soap's.

König gulped at that question. He hadn't mentioned it yet, knowing it could've probably been a bit of a surprise. «She's, uhh... soon to be 24.»

Soap's eyes widened as he blinked twice, his brows lifting in surprise. Ghost's eyes remained inexpressive, as he leaned back in his seat. «She's... young.»

«I know! I-I know...» König stuttered, his cheeks turning pinkish, «but she's so adorable. I really like her, despite our age difference.»

Soap sighed deeply, patting König's shoulder. «I still think you should talk to her. Perhaps, don't make it obvious at first... maybe ask her a couple questions, and try to figure out if she might be interested in older men. I think this is the best advice I can give you...»

Simon looked at König as the Austrian sighed and threw his head back, hitting the bus window. His voice cracked a bit, as he spoke: «Maybe I should just... forget her. But it's too difficult.»

«You only say this because you haven't dated anyone in a while.» Soap tried to reassure him. «The women you've dated were all younger, no?»

«But never that younger.» König said, emphasizing the 'that'. He shook his head, closing his eyes.

And now he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if he revealed the way he felt to Jas. What would she say? Would she return his feelings? Or... would she reject him?

«Relax, bud.» Ghost tried his best to attempt a reassuring tone. «You've gone through so much, and you're a damn Colonel. A fearless soldier protectin' his country. You can do this.»

«And...» Soap said, a small cheeky grin on his lips, «did you know that it's many women's dream to be with a soldier like you? I highly think Jasmine could be one of them.»

König laughed at his playful and teasing tone, «How are you so sure?»

Soap shook his head, rolling his eyes. «Man, just look at yourself!» he said, gesturing at his whole figure, like it was already obvious what he was hinting at. «We've all seen your built and your muscles already, and trust me, any person on this earth would die to spend a night with you.»

König chuckled, shaking his head a little. But he was also happy to hear those words.

«Plus, you might look terrifying and intimidating, but you have such a kind heart, and it shows by the way you treat your daughter.» Soap added, his voice shifting into a more soft tone. «You're a kind and strong man. Anyone would be happy to have someone like you by their side.»

König now smiled at how reassuring Soap sounded, making him feel better about himself.

«I agree, obviously.» Ghost spoke, his voice deep and inexpressive as always. But König could tell he was sincere.

For the rest of the trip toward the base, König had his eyes closed and kept thinking about Jas. Her smile. Her hair. Her hands. How soft spoken and genuine she was. How beautiful, gorgeous she was.

He kept thinking about her pretty eyes and how she had to lift her chin up to look at him and talk to him. And how pretty she looked with her glasses on, when he helped her study. And how adorable she looked every time she smiled at him, for whatever reason.

And he began imagining how gorgeous she would look like while wearing one of his shirts. How her soft skin would feel like against his own, and how her smaller frame - since she was much shorter compared to him - would cuddle against his body as he was the big spoon, hugging her tight from behind and wrapping his arm around her waist and pull her closer by also holding her shoulders.

How it would feel to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Her hands, her shoulders, her neck, her back, and all the way down her body. Every single inch of her. He wouldn't allow his lips not to cover her whole body in kisses. Kisses that would turn into nibbles and small bites around her most sensitive areas, that he would acknowledge once he got the opportunity, and he would mark her with the shape of his teeth. Bites that would turn into hickies. On her neck. Collarbone. Chest. Thighs.

How easily he could pick her up and push her against the wall of any room of his apartment. Messily place her on the table and consume her as his breakfast, lunch, dinner. How easily he could throw her on his bed, pin her down and take her wrists into one hand, while the other would be occupied into making her squirm underneath him.

How gorgeous Jas would look if he bent her over, handcuffing her with his hand, pushing her close to the edge again and again and pushing her head down on the sheets, blowing her brains out and hearing those sweet, heavenly moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. How her hands would grip the sheets above her head. How he would press his chest against her back, moving her hair out of her face and gathering it into a ponytail in his fist to pull it, his hips grinding against hers. Pounding into her.

And then he opened his eyes. Widened them. He looked around and noticed all the soldiers asleep around him. Thank God. He gulped, his cheeks flushed red as he searched for his mask and put it on, just in case.

And he tried his best to cover the big bulge in his cargo pants, using his helmet. He sighed, feeling ashamed and guilty of imagining such things about Jasmine. How would he be able to look at her now...?

Back at the base, König was packing his stuff, while thinking of his precious daughter. He couldn't wait to see her again and most importantly, tell her that he would take a whole week off, to celebrate her birthday properly. Ella's reaction to that would be unforgettable.

He sighed, lost deep in thoughts: he often felt kind of guilty, wondering if he was a good dad for Ella, and what he could do to be better. Yes, when he was with her it felt amazing, and König felt like the luckiest dad ever. But when he was away from her... it was awful. He missed her a lot, couldn't stay away from her. Couldn't bare it.

Several hours later, König and his colleagues were ready to leave the base and return home. He spent some time with Ghost and Soap before their plane took off.

«So... will you talk to that girl once you get home?» Ghost asked him, while they sat next to each other.

«Well... I think I will.» König answered.

«Hell yes, you must!» Soap joined the conversation, setting his suitcase down at his feet. He sat near Ghost, as their conversation continued.

«Ugh, I don't need any more pressure!» König laughed subtly, throwing his head back.

Soap laughed with him, while Ghost only let out a soft little chuckle. «C'mon... it's obvious you want her badly.» Ghost whispered, slightly teasing him now. «It's obvious you think 'bout her all the time, don't cha?»

König looked at Ghost with slight surprised, and laughed nervously. «Are you teasing me now?»

«Mh-hm.» he simply replied, looking in his eyes. «You didn't answer my question yet.»

König sighed, looking away. «Fuck, of course I do.» he admitted. «I... I even have naughty, filthy and dirty thoughts about her and I feel so guilty about it.»

«Oh?» Soap exclaimed. «Do tell. This is gettin' interesting.»

König chuckled lightly, shaking his head slightly. «She's... so delicate, and so much smaller compared to me. I tower over her easily and... it... turns me on when she lifts her head to look in my eyes.» he said. «She's so innocent, or at least she looks like it. And the mere thought that I could take her innocence turns me on, so fucking much... I know I could... ruin her, in the best way possible. And that thought haunts me, making me want to do it.»

Ghost and Soap listened carefully, and then Ghost sighed, amused. «So... you fantasize of dominating her, basically.»

«But it's not just that.» König quickly said. From what he said, it seemed like he only wanted her body, but he wanted her whole. «I crave everything about her. I want all of her: mind, soul, heart... and her body is just something more. I know she's young but she's... whole. Mature, open minded, sweet, caring... she's everything one could ever ask for, you know?»

Soap smiled, exclaiming an «Aww!» and throwing a playful punch at König. Ghost chuckled, his tone playful as he whispered: «Someone's horny and in love.»

König hid his face with his mask, not wanting his blush to be too noticeable. He decided to use the time on the plane to get some rest, thinking of Jas in the meanwhile.

The flight was relaxing for all the soldiers, who were drained and tired from their previous missions. All of them were sleeping, since it was pretty late as well. It was around 1 am when they landed, and it took König an hour to get home.

He knew he would find Ella sleeping already, but he would wake her up the next morning with waffles, chocolate and kisses.

As he finally arrived in his apartment, the lights were off apart from the kitchen and the tv in the living room. He tilted his head, placed his suitcase near the front door and walked toward the tv, wanting to turn it off. He imagined Jasmine and Ella forgot about it and went to sleep.

Instead, König found Jas sleeping on the couch, seemingly comfortable on it. He smiled at the sight, she was adorable.

He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, while trying not to wake her up. He gulped, and decided to pick her up gently, princess style, and carry her to his bed, where she would be more comfortable.

She wasn't too heavy for him, given the weights he was used to lift. He made sure to be as gentle as possible, positioning her on his bed and under his sheets. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, so sweet and delicate. An angel.

He sighed, turning around and grabbing some fresh and clean clothes to change in. He went to the bathroom aiming to take a shower, warm and relaxing so he could get a better sleep.

He undressed, and looked in the mirror for a moment. He wasn't so bad, afterall. Maybe... maybe he had a chance with Jasmine. Maybe she could've liked him. Maybe...

He stepped in the shower, the hot water pouring all over his body, relaxing his muscles and the stress he was feeling. But although it helped relief his nerves, it worsened his... arousal.

Especially because he just couldn't get his fucking mind off Jas. And how pretty, innocent and gorgeous she looked. And those fucking lips of hers, oh God...

She would be the death of him.

He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping those thoughts would go away as well as his growing erection. But it didn't. Oh, no, it fucking didn't.

König sighed, his hand slowly reaching his hardened member. He was hesitant, he didn't want to jerk off thinking about her. But he simply couldn't fucking help it.

His eyes closed, his hand wrapped around it. Slowly, he started stroking it up and down, his heart beating a little faster with each stroke. With each movement. He began moving his hand a bit faster, also reaching his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

He threw his head back, hitting the wall. The movements became faster, harder. He began groaning, moaning. Did he feel guilty for what he was doing? Yes. Did it matter, in that moment? No, not really.

All that mattered now, was for him to reach the release he was chasing. The orgasm he needed. His big and rough hand moved even faster, not allowing him to waste any more time.

He gulped, letting out a loud moan covered by the sound of the water pouring down. He was rough with himself and was even rougher when he had a partner to please. He lived for the full experience, and wanted to feel and make others feel fucking amazing.

His moans were louder, muffled by him biting his lower lip. His hand moved on his own, despite it began to hurt due to the speed and the force he was using on himself.

The release he was chasing was close, he just needed to keep going until he came. And so he did, keeping his movements steady and powerful. Keeping his mind occupied by thoughts about Jas, and how perfect she would look like naked, pressed against his body while he fucked her brains out. While he pulled whimpers out of her mouths and made her cry and gag around his dick.

And when he came with a long and shaky moan, he imagined Jasmine swallowing his cum, tasting it. It would feel so fucking good, he just knew it.

He sighed heavily, his heart beating faster as he stroke his cock the last few times, more weakly and gentle now. He soon came to a stop, with one long sigh.

He opened his eyes, and washed himself off of this dirty act, this shameful thing that he did. He then exited the shower and realized he forgot to bring his clothes in the bathroom, but left them in his bedroom.

He walked toward it wearing only his towel secured around his waist, his feet making loud thuds in the silence of the apartment. Once he opened the door to his room, he found Jasmine awake, still in his bed, but sat on it.

«Oh, Jas.» König smiled softly. «I thought you'd be still sleeping.»

Jasmine looked at him and her lips parted. He was only wearing a towel, and nothing else. His muscular and toned body was exposed, there for her to look at it. And he was just how she'd imagined him to be. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, defined V lines and a subtle happy trail, leading to the huge - because Jas was sure it was fucking huge, she just knew it - dick he was hiding underneath that damn towel.

«I... did I fall asleep in here? I'm sorry-» Jas began, but König interrupted her.

«You were sleeping on the couch. Thought you'd be more comfortable in bed.»

Jasmine blinked twice at that. She was supposed to thank him, for being so thoughtful and caring, carrying her to his bed just so that she could get a better sleep. But she was only able to stare right at him as if he was a piece of art. A marble statue, by Michelangelo. But better than his David.

And when he turned around to gather his clothes, his back faced her. And what a heavenly view it was. His muscles flexed with each movement he did, and she couldn't stop staring. He was so damn hot, unbelievably hot.

Jasmine gulped as he turned around once more, looking at her now. «I, uhh...» she stuttered, standing up and shyly trying to hide the blush on her face. «I should go home now, I think...»

König tilted his head, walking toward her. Jasmine's eyes nervously darted around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. But König wasn't going to allow her looking away now.

He gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting her head so that she could look into his eyes, and not elsewhere. «Please stay.»

Jasmine's blush intensified as he made her look into his eyes. Her lips slightly parted, and the tension between them felt thicker.

But König quickly removed his hand, sighing deeply. «Stay in bed. I'll... take the couch. I'd like to surprise Ella tomorrow morning, so... I was thinking you could wake her up...»

«Oh...» Jasmine whispered, looking away. «S-So... it's a surprise?»

Truth was König didn't plan to make any surprise. But he was lacking of courage in that moment. Especially after seeing the shy and innocent look in Jasmine's eyes. He wasn't ready. And she wasn't either.

«Yes.» he replied with a smile. «Yes, it is...»

Jasmine smiled back at him, taking a deep breath. «Ella will love that.»

König gulped. The tension in that room was obvious, now to the both of them. And it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He cleared his throat, and lifted a hand attempting to caress her cheek, but decided against it leaving his arm mid air.

«Good night, Jas.» König whispered, approaching her forehead with his lips. And although he was hesitant about kissing it, he did. A simple and innocent gesture to show her that he cared.

His lips felt soft and smooth against her skin, and it was a warm and tender kiss, very gentle. Jasmine smiled softly, her cheeks slightly blushing. «Good night, König.»

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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littlemisssoulful · 8 months ago

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I have my own Mr. Men Show AU called, “Once Upon a Time…”

PLOT SUMMARY: All the fairytale characters were sent to what seem like a normal world but it’s consumed by dark magic that was created by kids not believing their stories and legends. They must fight it and survive!��

Also, there will be shippings and some twists in it!😉

Miss Bossy: The Snow Queen

Mr. Bounce: The Frog Prince

Mr. Bump: Hansel

Miss Calamity: The Miller’s Daughter

Miss Chatterbox: Cinderella

Miss Curious: Alice

Miss Daredevil: Rapunzel

Mr. Funny: Genie

Mr. Fussy: The White Rabbit

Miss Giggles: The Little Mermaid

Mr. Grumpy: The Beast

Mr. Happy: Jack

Miss Helpful: Tinkerbell

Mr. Lazy: Straw Pig

Miss Magic: The Blue Fairy

Mr. Messy: Stick Pig

Miss Naughty: Puss in Boots

Mr. Nervous: Builder Pig

Mr. Noisy: Aladdin

Mr. Nosey: Pinocchio

Mr. Quiet: Pied Piper

Mr. Rude: Huntsman

Miss Scary: The Wicked Witch

Mr. Scatterbrain: The Mad Hatter

Mr. Small: Tom Thumb

Mr. Strong: Woodsman

Mr. Stubborn: Big Bad Wolf

Miss Sunshine: Little Red Riding Hood

Mr. Tall: The Giant’s Son

Mr. Tickle: Robin Hood

Miss Whoops: Gretel

#mr men and little miss #mr men show #mr men au #tmms #fairytales

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apollosnovice · 9 months ago

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it was the first morning of spring | ronan lynch x reader

wordcount: 1.1k warnings: tiny mentions of ronan's drinking habits and getting hurt (accidentally cutting knee on glass) a/n: i don't really like the use of y/n so i gave reader a neutral name (Eden). i also chose they/them pronouns because i felt like they were the most neutral pronouns to use. i hope this makes it easier to change the pronouns to your preferred ones! this work is crossposted on ao3 under 'deardynamight'

It was the first morning of Spring and the world hadn’t hurt them yet.

Two of Ronan’s front teeth were missing but he smiled like all his adult teeth had grown in already. He was a wiry kid — tall and clumsy. Eden often wondered how much taller he would grow and if they would get to see it.

Dandelion seeds twirled on a gentle breeze. Eden’s hair joined the dance when Ronan blew another wish into the world.

“Are you supposed to make two?” Eden asked, turning their head to look at the side of Ronan’s face, watching as he pursed his lips again to blow away the ones he hadn’t caught the first time.

“Are there rules to follow?” he replied, unbothered.

Eden thought for a moment to the three wishes of Aladdin, a movie they had watched not too long ago. Huddled under blankets they had piled themselves in front of the TV, hot chocolate at their feet. Eden was on their second mug because they had spilt the first in a bout of their usual clumsiness. The living room floor was still sticky.

“Maybe not,” they mumbled back, laying their head in the space between Ronan’s shoulder and his face. That little space was made for them, and them alone.

Would the universe punish two kids for being dreamers? For yearning for more than the life they have been given? The world hadn’t hurt them yet but unbeknownst to them — it would.

Eden took their chances and held the dandelion Ronan had given them between their forefinger and their thumb. Their first (and what they thought was their only wish) had gone out to that new bike they wanted. It had felt like a waste, a missed chance of wishing for something meaningful. They would take their second chance now.

Ronan moved away a little and Eden mourned the loss of his warmth. Goosebumps rippled over their skin but they didn’t reach for him. They enjoyed the gentle caress of the sun and the teasing tickles from the wind.

He was looking at them — ice blue eyes so full of youth and joy still. They weren’t the cold glaciers of the North Pole yet, they didn’t scare people into submission yet. They were beautiful, as they always would be, and they were gentle when they encouraged them to blow their wish into existence.

I wish for this moment to never end.

But it did.

The good moments ended again and again and again until Eden didn’t dare to rely on wishes anymore. No matter how many dandelions they borrowed to try, Ronan built a wall so high they couldn’t reach him anymore.

When his dad passed and his mom slipped into a never-ending slumber, his eyes hardened, even when they looked at them. The Ronan they knew was gone and they had to learn the new Ronan all over again.

And they did.

Eden loved him through every fight, every police call, every bottle of beer that smashed hopelessly on his bedroom floor. They loved him through the scars on his hands and the blood running from his nose, and K's hands on his body.

They dared to wish again in their most hopeless moment where they were doomed to lose everything to Gansey and Glendower and his incessant need for gratification.

Their wishes were more mature now.

I wish for Gansey to find Glendower.

I wish for Noah to stay with us.

I wish for the knowledge to save my friends.

I wish for everything to end.

Ronan followed Gansey, like he always did — a guard dog, loyal to a fault — until Eden broke.

Tears wouldn’t stop flowing as they fell apart on Ronan’s bedroom floor, cutting their knee on broken glass. Chainsaw wouldn’t stop kawing, her usual sounds now so distressed it threatened to unravel them. Ronan had frozen at first, unsure what to do. Little by little the wall he had built seemed to break away until Eden saw a glimpse of the boy he had been.

Glacier eyes now wide and boyish again, helpless, scared.

Ronan was next to them in an instant, cursing as he held them up then lifted them into his arms.

It was the first day of Spring and Ronan smelled like the sun.

Eden buried their face in the warm leather and expensive cologne. they inhaled the boy they once knew and exhaled the boy he had become. He wasn’t Gansey’s after all, he wasn’t Blue’s, he wasn’t even Adam’s, not to the extent that he was theirs.

“I’m sorry,” Eden hiccuped and Ronan quickly shushed them. The hand in their hair was bigger now, calloused, but it was still Ronan’s, still as gentle as the boy he had been before the world had broken him.

Where Eden stayed soft, Ronan had hardened. Where Eden had stayed kind, Ronan had become cruel. Not to his friends, never to the ones he loved. But Eden had resented him all the same. For taking away their best friend and replacing him with someone they didn’t recognise. For making them lose the boy who had felt like their soulmate a lifetime ago.

It was when Ronan’s hands cleaned their wound so tenderly that they realised who he was again.

It was when his eyes filled with fire when Eden finally confessed that Gansey hadn’t been nice to them, that they were falling apart, that they needed him on their side and not his that they realised their soulmate had never left.

They had been soulmates then, when they were young and innocent and the same. Platonic soulmates who held hands and danced in the sprinkles placed around the Barns and slept in the sun holding each other.

They were soulmates now that they were older and Eden’s softness didn’t just parallel but filled the gaps of Ronan’s hardness. They were soulmates in every sense of the world who found each other again when the world was ready for them to meet again.

It was the first day of Spring and the world had hurt them terribly — but they had healed each other again.

Eden was lying in the sun under the big oak tree that looked out over the pasture where Ronan was feeding the cows.

Soon he would come over to them and kiss their lips and Eden would look up at him and ask for lemonade and sandwiches. And they would hold hands and dance in the sinking sun. Eden got to watch Ronan grow taller and grow up and mature into the man they always knew he would be when he was a little kid.

The dandelions surrounding them remained whole until the wind picked up in the evening again.

They had nothing more to wish for.

It was the first day of Spring and the world didn’t hurt anymore.

#ronan lynch x reader #ronan lynch #trc #the raven cycle #trc fanfic #the raven cycle fanfic #trc fanfiction #the raven cycle fanfiction #ronan lynch fanfic #ronan lynch fanfiction

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orangedragon98 · 4 months ago

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Okay, so I have for this moment for “Draw six characters” but in a tickling way:

• Jafar (Aladdin)

• Mizora, Karlach (Baldur’s Gate 3)

• Pike (Critical Role)

I want to do full arts, not just some doodle in a small window. There is still two free spaces but if it will be more, I’ll open a vote! If you are interested, check a pinned post! ‼️💕

#tickle art #tickle content #tickleblog #tickles #tickle thoughts

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starlightglimglam27666 · 4 months ago

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Disney Prince Ticklish Headcanons

SKIP

Charming

Very ticklish

Gets tickled a lot by Cinderella

The mice tickle him a lot too

He likes being tickled and would verbally ask for tickles

Joins Cinderella in tickling her mice

Very good ler

He is merciful and will stop when his lee asks

Philip

Pretty ticklish but would try forever to keep it hidden

There's a 50/50 chance he'll be happy with Aurora tickling him

Whether she respects his boundaries or moy, he just lays there and takes it

He does enjoy tickling her though

He loves the sound of her laughter and would do anything to hear it

He won't go over boundaries and will ask if he went too far afterwards

Eric

Oh he's a total lee

He likes being tickled by Ariel, but only when no one is around

He tickles her on a regular basis

He loves the sound of her laughter and would do anything to hear it

He loves to tease

Adam

He's not ticklish, at all

But that doesn't mean he won't tickle

He does this to Belle so she could get the experience

He tickles his servants on a daily basis

He respects boundaries

He can be merciless

Aladdin

Ticklish tummy? Ticklish tummy

Very much a lee

Abu used to tickle him all the time

Jasmine likes to see him happy so she tickles him a lot

Genie and Carpet also tickle him a lot

He likes being tickled gently

He tickles Jasmine on occasion

He respects boundaries

Naveen

A total lee at most

He can barely finish his own sentences before bursting into uncontrollable laughter

His stomach is extremely feather sensitive

Tiana started to tickle him often when she found out that he was ticklish

She would tickle him a lot when they were frogs

"Being a frog doesn't stop you from being ticklish"

Always begs for mercy

He'll admit to being ticklish

Just teasing gets him

Eugene Fitzherbert (Flynn Rider)

Very ticklish

He secretly loves it, but would never admit it

Ever since Rapunzel's hair grew back, she would tie him down with it and go to town on him

He would retaliate by tying her up with her own hair

He likes to see her happy

After he was pardoned, the guards would act all silly with him, which Rapunzel finds amusing

Kristoff

Not ticklish

He would tickle Anna every so often to hear her laughter

He loves to tease

Sven and Olaf would watch with amusement

He laughs along with his lee

He occasionally tickles Elsa

#disney princess tickles

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vampirecorset · 1 year ago

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🕸️⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 🕸️

So I guess I should probably do an intro- (read this then scroll for my t-word info)

HIIII!!

Im Not new here… like at all

Been on tumblr for a couple of years now

Butttt I dooo need to explain what I’m about on this blog, and why not with an intro post!!

So hi my name is Chloe, not bedda that’s just the word for pretty in Sicilian

I’m mostly Sicilian and native but I’m also Irish and German so ye

Tickling for this blog is completely… erhh drum roll please-

SFW

And please understand by that I just don’t allow nudity or sexual content, like I’m perfectly fine with t-word torture and intensity but if it’s pörn then nah no thanks.

Also another big bullet point, uh guys-

I AM A MINOR

*surprised picachu face*

I’m a 16 year old, and I have my birthday in said bio.

Btw,

PÖRN BOTS, NSFW BLOGS , BLOGS THAT SAY MINORS DNI, AND BLOGS WITH NUDITY DNI‼️‼️

DO NOT REBLOG MY POST AND PUT KINKY TAGS OR TAGS YOU WOULDNT WANT AN MINOR TO INTERACT WITH

And do NOT MESSAGE ME IF YOU ARE ABOVE 18 THATS WEIRDDD

Fun facts about me, let’s goooo!

I’m a Roman Catholic! Please don’t worry, I really do keep in mind to respect others no matter who they are or believe in so don’t be worried hun I won’t harass you lmao

Mm I’d say my style is more vampire romantic goth, kinda 90s goth if you will

I speak a Little German and I’m learning Sicilian and Cherokee as of rn!! So if I say any of those languages on there and I say some thing wrong please inform me :)

My favorite animal is a Siberian tiger 🐅

I WILL BE SUPPORTING PALESTINE ON HERE AND SHARING INFORMATION ON THAT AND MISSING INDIGENOUS WOMEN

Those are the genocides I worry about the most, however I will reblog what information I find about others

MY TWORD INFORMATIONNN WHOOP WHOOP

I’m 10000000% lee, I’m not gonna be your ler so sorry pfft

I’m don’t mind teases dm to me or in asks, in fact please please PLEASE send me asks and fic recommendations!!

I’ve never been tickled in real life sooo I have no idea where I’m the most ticklish at 🧍🏼‍♀️

I think my fav tool with have to be a good old fashioned feather

And honestly if I had to guess I feel like I’m the type of person to have a ticklish belly button so…

I DO ROLE PLAY!!

But I’m always gonna be the lee cause your girl is a horrible ler

Btw when it comes to messages, I’m very inconsistent with responding cause I’m a busy Highschooler in all honors classes

So please don’t take offense if I don’t answer, sometimes I’m not ready to reply and sometimes I get nervous so please be patient

Id consider myself a shy person too so don’t be surprised when you gotta tease first or make the first move cause Yeahh 😭

I WILL ALSO POST AGE REGRESSION CONTENT SO IF YOU DONT SUPPORT THEN LEAVEEEE

My fandoms‼️‼️

•Heathers (the movie and musical)

•Fire Emblem

•Fairy Tail

•Naruto

•Pokémon

•Seraph of the End

•Vampire Knight

•The Case study of Vanitas

•Nintendo

•Slashers

•Monster High

•Avril Lavigne

•Welcome Home

•Demon Slayer

•Obey Me!

•Ouran High School Host Club

•SpongeBob Musical

•Hamilton

•Legally Blonde

•Aladdin

•Hercules

IF YOU LOVE THESE FOLLOW ME AND REQUEST FICS PLEASE!! TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM I BEG OF YOU I LOVE MY FANDOMS AS IF THEY WERE MY OWN CHILDREN 😭

THATS ALL I HAVE THANK YOU ALL SM FOR READING!!

DONADAGOHVI ‼️🫶🏼

January, 26th, 2024

#That’s goodbye in Cherokee 💋#tickle community #tickle blog #sfw tickle community #Vamp Intro #Spotify

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fluffy-lovely-clouds · 2 years ago

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well

I guess it's time I get this started

So here's the thing, I am a classic disney fan through and through. I am a lover of disney in general but those older classic movies hold a special place in my heart, hey I mean it's what me and many others have grown up on right?

The thing is, the community for the classic disney movies, such as 90s ones like Aladdin or Toy Story and yada yada just isn't as big as the modern community is.

Anddd, for some reason they seem to be the most prone to fetish content. Now I'm not a kink-shamer, but I still don't want to interact with that side of things cause I'm not like that, a lot of us get that right? Right.

Well, that's ALL I ever really see of these movies and it's sad, and disgusting when the characters are specifically kids or animals. I can't stand going on Deviantart for this very reason because it's full of content like that and the site doesn't do much to prevent it like at all.

It's gotten to where the fandom is almost nothing BUT content like that and I've finally gotten tired of it

So to hopefully help my mind forget all the... stuff I've seen from Deviantart, and who knows where else, and to just bring back some innocence and fluffy cuteness, I've made a whole lotta fluffy hcs for a whole lotta disney movies! Alright let's start this off

LET'S GOOO

The Lion King

. Simba

~He is such a big cuddler, just a big cuddly boi. It's pretty much canon. I mean how many times does he get nuzzled or hugged throughout the movies. Answer: a LOT

~Of course he is kinda smug sometimes and has a bit of pride & dignity and all that mess so he'll pretend he's too tough for a cuddle

But of course he won't stop you if ya lean in for one anyway

~You can't tell me he and Nala didn't get into tickle fights all the time when they were younger! Reminds me, he is canonically ticklish, ok he gets tickled in the Lion King 1 1/2

Nala always won the tickle fights, much to Simba's embarrassment. He is a big lee (yes I'm using fancy terms from the tk community cause I can't think of any other words lol)

~His spots are his belly, sides, and paws

~ He has a light, hearty laugh

~One thing, you tickle him and he WILL get you back. It doesn't matter if he ends up losing again or not, he just wants to make you smile ... and get revenge

~Somewhat? merciful. Just kidding he would know when to stop

~Idk what to say he's just very affectionate and loving. He is so sweet to his family, always wanting Nala and Kiara to smile

. Nala

~She's a cuddler too, just maybe not as much as Simba. She appreciates a cuddle, but other than with close family and friends, she only personally wants them at certain or rare times

~It's just cause she's a tomboy who would rather wrestle than hug. But like Simba, she wouldn't really stop you from hugging her if you tried to. She may be caught off guard by it though

~As said before, she would always win the tickle fights between her and Simba.

~I just don't see her as being very ticklish herself so that probably helped in winning lol

~Big ler, I swear she would call herself the ultimate tickle monster

Less merciful than Simba but she never goes too far. DO NOT try and get her back though cause it won't work and she will get you back... and it will be a lot less merciful than the first time

~She laughs right along with who ever she's making smile, whether by tickling them or telling them a joke, it doesn't matter how. Seeing others smile makes her smile. She has hearty laugh as well, just it's more feminine than Simba's duh

~As sweet as she is, she'll always be sassy. She could be cuddling Simba while they're looking up at the stars and it's all romantic and then throw off some sassy comment just because she can, though it's just to be funny

. Mufasa

~If you're not sad that he died 20 minutes into the movie then we got a problem. Look at him, he's such a good dad! Biggest cuddler ever. Ok, he would pour hugs and kisses all over Sarabi and Simba in the morning and throughout the day when ever he could. If you asked him for a hug he would be more than glad to give you one

He is too good for the world, .. and apparently Scar thought so too (guys I'm so sorry :''')

~Definately would get into tickle fights with Simba just about every time they spend time together

~Definitely quite ticklish himself. I thought he was canonically ticklish cause of the scene where he and Simba are running through the field and chasing each other. Idk I still count it

~Spot is his sides

~Big switch. He can barely take what he dishes out though

~Very merciful, as soon as "stop" is said he stops. He never wants to go too far or accidentally hurt anyone.

~He has a great big, deep laugh that when heard, makes most others want to laugh along with him

~He may be tough but he is one of the sweetest beings in the entire pridelands

. Scar

~Not much of a cuddler at all. If you asked him for a hug or a cuddle he would probably turn away from you in disgust. Closest thing to physical affection he had in the movie was when he was pretending to comfort Simba after Mufasa's death

~He's always had the same grumpy attitude ever since he was little, though he may have been loosened up a tad more back then

~Doesn't stop him from being ticklish though! As much as he hated it, Mufasa would always drag him into tickle fights when they were younger

~Surprisingly even more ticklish than Mufasa. He would always lose the fights, it not helping that Mufasa was the bigger and stronger of the two. (He is the only one that Mufasa does not show too much mercy to)

~Spots are his ribs and sides

~Big lee and he hates it. He is one for getting revenge though ... just like he's one for getting revenge on other things (I need to stop)

~Barely merciful at all. He won't stop until your on the ground almost passed out from laughter

~His laugh is like this low pitched majestic growl or cackle. That's the best I can explain it

~The hyenas once tackled him one day just to be funny and he lost it, laughing his head off. He waited for over a week before going back to them and of course chewed them off about how he could have swiped his paw once and they'd of all been on the ground dead, y'know if he had WANTED to

~He may be a bad guy but what a funny weakness

. Timon and Pumbaa

~These two love a good cuddle! Timon doesn't let his pride get in the way of getting a good hug from Pumbaa or Simba. Pumbaa definately wants or needs cuddles half the time, especially if he's upset. These two may be outcasts but they're nothing but sweethearts

~Out of the two, Timon may have a bit of an attitude sometimes but he wants nothing but for his family and friends to be happy, though he may be a bit hesitant to admit such mushy stuff

~Yes, they get into tickle fights. Mostly happens when they're fighting or fussing over something, such as bugs. But they'll get into them for fun too. Got into them with Simba a lot more after they took him in

~Both are quite equally ticklish, though Timon squirms around more. Pumbaa just kinda sits there and accepts his fate

~Timon's spots are his underarms and ears, Pumbaa's is his belly

~Both big switches. Will sneak up on their target before attacking. (Like them chasing after the vultures in the movie)

~Pumbaa is more merciful than Timon is but they both know when to stop

~Timon's laugh is a funny slightly high pitched cackle while Pumbaa's laugh is a lot more gruff

~Anyway, they're so silly

. Rafiki

~Y'all, he has probably got one of the biggest hearts throughout the whole movie. Definitely loves a good hug or cuddle, I mean just think of those scenes where he hugs Mufasa and Simba. He is very affectionate with most anybody

It wouldn't matter if he only knew ya for five minutes, he would already have his arm around you and would be telling you about some cool old story or teaching some life lesson

~Um have y'all ever paid attention to the majority of his dialogue? It's mostly crazy, funny, and contagious laughter. Though his family and friends are quite used to his eccentric laughter, someone new he meets will usually end up laughing right along with him the first time they hear him, even if they don't know what they're laughing about lol

~I've always pictured this but I imagine that when he was younger, he and Mufasa were best friends and would just goof around with each other (if you've seen or watched the Lion Guard, they would have a friendship equivalent to Kion and Bunga pretty much)

~Yes, even he gets into tickle fights. Most of 'em happened when he was younger and they were usually between him and a playful cub Mufasa. Even as they both got older though, he would every once in a while get a mischievous poke from the usually serious king when it was just them hanging out

~Quite ticklish and one of the only things that can push past his confident, eccentric attitude and get him flustered

Spots include his ribs and back

~He is a switch but ends up being a lee more than he'd like to be lol. Kinda hard to get the upper hand when your 3 foot tall and your being tickled half to death by a big 500 pound lion *cough cough* Mufasa *coUGh*

~It's who he's tickling that depends whether he's merciful or not.

Mufasa: no

Anyone else: yes

~His laugh, well his laugh is hard to miss in the movies. It's just crazy. Ok, he cackles a lot! It's very flamboyant and contagious in my opinion

~Best crazy monkey ever

.Zazu

~Not much of a hugger or cuddler because he's small and doesn't want to accidentally be crushed when trying to be hugged by a giant lion. Appreciates the thought and consideration of it though

Perching on someone's shoulder is something he considers affectionate though

~He may be snarky at some times, but he is very caring and loyal

~Like Rafiki, I can picture him having a cool relationship with Mufasa when they were younger. He woulda been the nerd of the group lol

Never gets into tickle fights much, again because he's small, but there was once when Simba got him after pouncing on him. He was a flustered mess afterwards.

~Moderately ticklish, like just enough to where he'll laugh a good bit

~Spots include under his wings and his neck

~Again, doesn't get into tickle fights much but when he does he's a switch. Can use his feathers to an advantage but will get flustered if you so much as look at him funny

~Very merciful because he's afraid if he doesn't show it, he won't receive it himself

~His laugh is a bunch of chortle and snorts, that's all I got

~He may seem snarky but I love him

Alright well then, here's the first bit! I intend to update this a lot whenever I do other movies but for now have this if ya want!

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