#fuck i want this so bad

[ticklishthoughts1]

Insecurities

This is for very specific people who KNOW who they are, but also if you happen to come across this and like it, it’s dedicated to you as well! Enjoy!

Again? I tilt my head at you, genuinely confused. You’re currently denying you’re cute…but, you are. Logically it doesn’t make sense. You have those eyes, which are beautiful in a couple different ways, deep and easy to get lost in-but then, in the right lightning, as bright as Stellar collision, as intense. I mention this to you, noting the slight reaction and smiling subconsciously as you deny it. I continue, describing the way you talk. Everyone has a specific style of talking, and for whatever reason, I find yours adorable, to the point I sometimes copy phrases and manners of saying things from you without noticing, then when I do notice, just smiling. This, you can only half deny as you’ve heard me take on your phrases and such before. Lastly, your SMILE. Jeez, your smile. And your laugh. It was cute, adorable even, and to be honest a tiny bit flustering at times-but mostly just realllly cute. This, they deny VEHEMENTLY, and I have to take a stand here. No shot I let these lies continue. I pounce forward, and you shriek, probably already aware of my intentions. Not like you dislike it. It doesn’t take much rolling around before I’m pinning your hands above your head, and straddling your waist. Carefully, but with practiced ease, I press my forearm, my left one, to the area right across your left elbow, and grab your right wrist with my left hand, leaving my own right hand open. I smirk, and lock eyes with you-you look away within seconds. I’m silent for a bit, then when you glance back, I smirk wider, and mutter softly “Admit you’re cute.” Knowing already what your answer is gonna be. You say no, and I shrug, lowering my hand slowly. It waves over the area by your ribs and your tummy, wiggling lazily, descending but not touching yet. I verryyy slowly tap-but stop wiggling, raising my hand and wiggling again. Then, to surprise you, I lean my head forward, and start whispering things in the most teasy voice I can manage. This takes your attention ENTIRELY off of the hand, obviously, and so my strike at your sensitive sides regains the element of surprise. I call out in a coo (small quick shoutout to everyone who gets ghost tks because of this, you’re a cutie) “TKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTK!~ Ahahahaww!~” My teasing tone softens, retaining its playful nature, and I continue “Tickle tickle tic-kle~ god, you’re so CUTE!!! Tktktktktktktk~ what’s wroooong cutie? I thought you LOVED the tickle monster?!” At that, I got an idea. I made a playful “tickle monster noise”, growling, and making my hands like claws (Crab claws, but shhh, go with it trust), and tickling all over, as fast as I can! I mutter into you “The tickle monster is HUNGRY!~” and softly giggle to myself before my onslaught continues. My hands change at random, from pokes to squeezes to clawing to light and fast wiggling and skittering. For the first half of it, I’m very vocal, teasing you until you’re at a point of flustered I highly doubt either of us have ever seen in you. When that happens, I wink, and fall silent, tickling much softer…and just looking at you. Admiring you. You can feel my gaze take in your flustered giggly face, and loving it. My smile just gets big, and very quietly, I tickle you. After a bit of that, I let you attempt to get up-and chase after you, pinning you, and cuddling you fiercely, whispering into you while VERY lightly tracing your sides and arms “I love you, and you’re PERFECT exactly the way you are.” I kiss your forehead, and we cuddle and talk until you have recovered. Then…I point to a feather on my desk, and smile slightly evilly.

“Wanna try telling me you’re not cute again, Giggles?”

[risky-r]

I wish I could be a live-in pet for a group of friends. just me being free use for any of them whenever they'd like. I'd have my own room, but it's rare I would sleep in it. or if I ever did, I'd usually wake up full of a cock/strap or cum. it wouldn't matter if I was washing dishes, watching TV, or on the phone with a friend. one of them would just start fucking me any time they were in the mood, filling me to the brim as many times as they wanted. and maybe all the friends could fuck me at once just to see how much I could handle. with one dom being soft and telling me to cum while another is hard and warning me that I'll be punished if I do. not knowing who to listen to and knowing I'll be punished either way. not having to worry about silly things like what clothes to wear or what job to have. I would be naked all the time so they had easy access, and my only job would be serving their cocks/straps.

just live-in pet things.

[thewallsaretalking-again]

I wish tumblr had a trick or treat where you just go into their ask box and say “trick or treat” and they just gave you… SOMETHING. Doesn’t matter what. It could be a random ass headcannon or drawing or just a random photo they found on pintrest or something. I’d totally do that

[noonessecret]

What’s a fantasy you have that will always turn you on?

Sucking on my besties breasts while I grind and hump against her thigh, her arms around me stroking my back gripping my neck and petting my hair, her telling me how good it feels and how much she loves me, nipping at her fingers when she squeezes the breast my mouth wasnt on, her slipping her fingers into my mouth and caressing my tongue, kissing her softly long and lazily, going back to her chest and kissing and sucking and just worshipping her

[krussyarts]

So that act 2 huh

(original doodle + smth extra under cut)

The gang! "Huh", "wake me up inside by evanescence", "do yuo hav gamez on ur phobne" and "i brought a gun to the rave" anywayy i drew them together

[mr-malumm]

Rewatched episode 1, have we considered this?

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[ticklishthoughts1]

Everything

This one-Took a while.

In truth, I started trying to write it weeks ago.

It’s the first time I’ve had…such difficulty writing about someone. I rewrote it more than 10 times, with 5 name changes.

You know who you are, and you know this is about you. I hope you enjoy it, and sorry for being late Doll

Here goes…

I can’t stop smiling. That’s the first thing, that comes into my head when we talk. It’s hard to keep a straight face around you. We’re just watching a movie together-I don’t mind the film, but you love it, so it’s special to me. My arm is around you, and my attention is split. Halfway you and halfway the movie. At some point, the movie hits a commercial, because that’s how we were watching it, and I squeeze your shoulder slightly, pulling you into me. You squeak slightly, and hug me. Did you just-I glance away, smirking very big already, and look back. Without warning, I dip my hand to your side and start squeezing. You help in suprise, and instead of backing up, start trying to tickle back-It works, for a bit, but I start grabbing your hips and it’s over. I smile, kissing your forehead, and stopping as the movie comes back on. For the rest of the movie, I gently trace your arm and shoulder, sometimes your side, while watching with you. When the end credits come on, I pull you closer, and mutter “I’m gonna get you, darling.” I smirk at the way you squeak, and blush a bit when you nod. I’m still not used to the simple fact that you enjoy this. You catch the flustered look on my face, and cuddle closer to me, muttering something I don’t catch except for “tickle monster”. JEEZ. I exhale softly, much more red than before, and begin softly tracing circles over your sides and ribcage, moving you and myself slightly so you’re on my lap. I grin at your giggling, and the shyness partially goes away, enough for me to mutter “tickle tickle, sweetheart~”. The way you squeak at that certainly helps, and I enjoy the feeling of you against me laughing and squirming, very very much. I’m thinking about this as the tickles slowly get maddening, on your end. I can tell by the pitch of your giggles-and I pay attention to those. I love them. I love tickling you-and I tell you that. I’m smiling so big-until you manage to giggle out that you love this too. I get much more red than before, and speed up AGAIN, trying to get past it. Holy fuck, you’re too much. You’re just enough. I know we both lose track of time, sitting like that. I’m content to do this forever, but then I remember something, that makes you smile. I adjust slightly, moving you back, and pause, letting you let go of my shirt as you had been gripping it for dear life, and lion eyes with you. We stop for a bit, because I get lost in your eyes, or maybe you get lost in mine-one of the two. I exhale slightly, and grin, and start bouncing you up and down with my knee. The yelp of flustered, excited suprise is amazing, and my ler mood instantly spikes. I tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle until you manage to ALMOST squirm away, and pull you back into me. I stop tickling for a bit, just cuddling you, and whispering in your ear. I’m whispering all sorts of things, mostly about how fucking cute you are, and I mean every word. I don’t even care that it’s flustering you, even though that’s very very cute to me-it feels like I NEED to say it, because affection for you is simply bursting out of every pore. Suddenly, I’m tickling you again, and this time it’s much more playful than flustering. I have you pinned against the couch, and my hands are running up and down your ribs and belly, into your armpits, squeezing your thighs. We’re joking, or at least you’re trying to through the laughter. I do all the corniest jokes that I know make you groan but smile fondly, I call you just about every flustering nickname I’ve ever thought of, I sit there, Silent, BEAMING at you because you’re beautiful, and I can’t comprehend how lucky I am. This last part seems to fluster you quite a bit, though I have no idea why. It’s like I befriended a superstar, how I feel with you, and it’s almost shocking you don’t feel that way about yourself. (Continued)

[versias]

Ridiculous Dead Serious idea:

Danny is in some kinda competition that Damian is also in, and they’ve been sniping at each other back and forth throughout the whole thing.

Until one day Danny goes, “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid!”

And Damian stops. Considers. Interrogates himself and his motivations like a good detective. Has a facial journey as he goes through the five stages of grief.

Danny was expecting a snide comeback and now he is legitimately worried he’s somehow triggered the snooty rich kid. Trying to decide if he wants to apologize or awkwardly make his way out of the room to give him time to recover.

Damian sorta hates himself because… yeah, yeah he does. He is attracted to the bratty little fucker and has been… pulling pigtails? Antagonizing to remain in his thoughts and field of vision, to watch his face get red and his breath quicken, to make him lean aggressively into his space and growl at him???

Damian is horrified. How did he misjudge himself so badly? Is this how mother felt when she discovered that Father was a complete mess and only fell more in love?

“Uh, dude? Are you… okay?” Danny reaches hesitantly towards him but doesn’t quite touch.

“No,” Damian says, schooling his face into a bland mask. “In fact, I may need you to support me.”

Panic flits across his companion’s face. He rushes to his aid, ducking against his side. His arm wraps around Damian’s back and a hand settles on his waist. Too gullible.

Damian mourns his own good sense.

[wolfienation]

absolutely hilarious to me that agatha calls rio a bad boy when in reality rio is actually the rule following jock with infinite patience and care who brings you flowers on a first date.

agatha on the other hand is the snarky girl who gets into arguements with her teacher about the smallest details in the lecture and is constantly getting detention for cursing someone out. she's top of all her classes tho.

[solitarelee]

East Asian fanartists are starting to migrate back to Tumblr because Twitter is insane, toxic, and dying, and what we're NOT going to do is let the fucking exclusionists get them, do you hear me? We are not going to let a bunch of feral idiots try to apply the most myopic version of puritanism to foreign artists we're not we're not we're not. Form an armed brigade if you have to, do you hear me. We're not going to bully the artists who may or may not even speak English because we have our precious standards of moral purity. If we see art that makes us uncomfy we're going to block the artist and tumblr savior their name so we don't have to see them again AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON.

[bookwyrminspiration]

If I knew how to draw it would be over for you hoes <- is an artist

[ultrviolecnt]

HUGH JACKMAN BEHIND THE SCENES OF XMEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE (2009)

[gojoest]

nanami kento tries so hard not to fuck you on your first date, it makes him feel like a terrible man. he’s not like this, usually. you just frustrate every single cell in him, sexually — he can’t believe this is happening to him, honestly.

it’s a pain, he acts cold and distant — he’s simply trying to hide his boner half of the time. he zones out while you speak — your lips are distracting, he can’t hear a single word you speak. he can only think of the many ways your lips would shape and shift when you moan and whimper his name the deeper he sinks his cock in you. also, can you fit all of him down your throat? oh, can you—

fuck…

his cock gets hard under the table, forcing a sense of panic in him while he ponders whether he’s visibly leaked and stained his slacks or not. terrified to look down, because he knows. he’s so fucked.

he needs to wait a bit before you leave the restaurant, to cool off a bit, calm down. but it only gets worse from there.

he drives you back home, but doesn’t leave the car to walk you to your doorstep. his cock is hard again, aching so bad it limits his movements. besides if he steps out and stands tall before you — you will see, this time you definitely will. he’s embarrassed. and on top of that, he feels like an ass, the lowest of the lowest, for treating you so poorly.

the entire car ride was torturous to him, courtesy of your scent so close to him in the passenger seat, along with the way you tucked your hands between your thighs every now and then — perhaps the awkward silence got you nervous. he wondered all the way to your house how you smelled and tasted, down there.

you think the whole date was a disaster, and that he’ll never call you again but little did you know, the first thing he did when he went back home was jerk off — not once, not twice, but three fucking times, thinking about you. furiously.

later, he texts you. you blink a few times in utter disbelief.

dinner tomorrow? i’ll cook

dinner — at his place, that is. he’ll change the bedsheets in the morning with freshly washed ones, because this time — he’ll fuck you.

[museeeuuuum]

YALL