#ler!lili

[lilysworldofjoy]

Connie TK Headcanons

When the when the when the ghost

(100000% ler energy. Her ler energy is MASSIVE)

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LER! CONNIE

Ohhh boy. Where do I even start here?

So you know how smirks kill? Hers is nothing short of lethal.

^You better get ready, cuz it means you will experience a wrecking like never before.

Ain't nobody escaping the side eye + smirk combo💀

^ The few who did as much as try have FAILED MISERABLY

Main target is Looey cuz I said so (and BOY does she love targeting him)

Invisible tickles user. Will do the invisibility trick, go right behind and WRECK THAT LEE

The millisecond she finds out someone is ticklish, that someone is COOKED. You better believe she'll say to herself "GET THAT LEE"

^ And will freaking TICKLE TEASE THEM.

Cold fingers. I believe that explains enough

Mercy? Don't know her.

Very VERY teasy and loves it, will tease you to oblivion

She sometimes leaves snarky comments as well

You better believe she can and will abuse the everliving crap out of "tickle tickle" and "coochie coochie coo", especially that last one.

Sometimes she uses her tail as well and it tickles JUST AS MUCH

Her raspberry game is deadly. Loves neck and belly ones. Sometimes she'll even nuzzle into your neck as well.

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LEE! CONNIE

Can go invisible, can phase through walls like it's the average Tuesday, can spook the living crap out of people. Is a VFT (very freaking ticklish) ghost.

Connie the (Ticklish) Ghost (who flinches at one touch)

^ The lees she's gotten (that is, the ones who haven't found out about it) might have a FIELD DAY with that info

^ 'WAIT GUYS WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS—WAIT—WAIT NOHOHOHOHO—'

Will try holding it in during the activity of tickling someone. Doesn't take her long to crack

Gigi enjoys targeting her A LOT.

^ I live in fear of the day she and Looey form an alliance and GET HER (definitely not a fic idea—yep it's a fic idea)

Massive squirmer, she squirms a whole bunch, you might have to restrain her

Kicks a lot (or uh, flails, or whatever you call it)

Cannot take what she dishes out for the love of her (especially the teasing, she simply cannot)

If you tease her she will holler at you to shut up and attempt shoving you away

^ She fails every time to the point where it's embarrassing for her

Worst spot is her tail. One flick there or even a raspberry, and she's GONE. DEAD. NONEXISTENT.

Massive shrieker.

^ And boy her shrieks are LOUD. In fact, it's so bad she has to hold them in sometimes. Cover your ears when you do a raspberry, she WILL pull out one of those.

Given that her raspberry tolerance SUCKS. The worse the spot, the louder the shrieking gets

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Couldn't find good gifs for her either

[everettswritings]

Hi:) II'm back for more! Mabye some Lee! Pure vanilla cookie (again) and ler! White Lily cookie, You can switch the Lee and ler if you want, and if you don't wanna do this, you can leave this request. TYSM

I love the previous fiction I requested.

Glad you loved the last one, I loved writing it haha! Anywho, this is sort of a continuation of the Ler!Pure Vanilla and Lee!White Lily fic I wrote… recently. I’m so bad with time. Enjoy! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

It was the dawn of another day in the Vanilla Kingdom, the skies were steeped with pinks and oranges and the pearly white buildings seemed to shine in the light of the rising sun. In the library of the castle, two cookies laid asleep on the floor, surrounded by countless open books that they spent the entire evening reading before hand. These two cookies in particular are a couple of the legendary heroes themselves; White Lily Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie.

The former slowly opened her ruby eyes, blinking away the sleepiness from staying up so late researching without end. She stared up at the ceiling above, the high ceilings looked as if they were reaching for the stars on the pages of one of the old astronomy journals, and the warmth of the sunrise was creeping in like fuzzy feelings of the heart. She sighed and rubbed her temple, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. Normal scholarly things, amirite? The brains with the most knowledge are the ones that hurt the most- or at least that’s how it felt. She turned to Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was still completely passed out at her side with a piece of paper stuck to his face.

“Hey… Pure Vanilla Cookie, we fell asleep.” She reached over and gently tapped on her friend’s shoulder “Wake up.” She beckoned gently, her voice a little raspy from just awakening herself. However, the old healer didn’t budge. He groaned, sure, but not a single muscle was moved. “Pure Vanilla Cookie…” She continued to pester, trying to wake him up to no avail. White Lily Cookie put a hand to her chin in thought. Yeah, Pure Vanilla Cookie was a heavy sleeper, but wasn’t there always a sure fire way to get him up and moving? She tried to remember, but if you’ve ever tried to remember anything this early you’d know it’s impossible. She yawned, but then it came to her! Ah, how could she ever forget?

Gently, White Lily Cookie began tickling her old friend’s side. Her fingers lazily brushed against his dough, her touch was so light that it was just like a feather’s. Almost immediately, Pure Vanilla Cookie started to laugh tiredly and squirm around a little.

“Hehehehe… hehehe! No, stop. Hahaha!” He started to grow more lively as the tickling against his sides sent that little feeling all throughout his tired body. He flipped over on his back, trying to get White Lily Cookie to stop, but she grinned mischievously and moved her hands to get at his tummy. “You wouldn’t get up.” White Lily Cookie shrugged, deliberately starting to move her hands in circular motions around his tummy, “It’s your fault.” Her grin grew a little as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s laughter grew even more. “Hahahahaha! Hahaha! W-White Lilyhehehe! Hahahaha!” His voice cracked a little, both from giggling so much and from waking up just a few moments ago. White Lily Cookie laid back down beside him, still tickling him.

Pure Vanilla Cookie rolled over again, moving to face White Lily Cookie, but that just gave her another opportunity! He’ll never learn, will he? Her hands moved to his back, going up and down his ribs from behind like little ladder rungs. “Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Heheheha!” Even as the healer tried to protest or ask her to stop, all that kept falling and falling out of his mouth were more and more giggles. He almost instinctively moved closer to her, like he was going to envelop her in a hug. In all honesty, he really did want to hug her. Very seldom did moments like these ever come by; moments of peace and nothing but it. He could smell the lilies that she tended to on her clothes, along with the dirt and grass that came with them, the smell was so earthy and comforting. Even after everything, she was still like a warm home that he could always return to.

“Had enough?” White Lily Cookie finally asked, letting the old man go but keeping her hands on his back. Pure Vanilla Cookie shook his head, a dorky smile on his face, “Never.” He said, failing to consider the consequences of those words. “Oh? Well, in that case!”, suddenly springing up to be more lively, she rolled Pure Vanilla Cookie onto his back again and started to tickle him with a little more vigor. “N-No! Hahahahaha! Hahaha! T-That’s not what I meant! Hahaha!” He started laughing again the moment her fingers started prodding around his ribs again, not even trying to hold back. “Not what you meant?” White Lily Cookie’s voice became ever more teasing “Then what did you mean?” She asked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond. “You- hahahaha! Hahaha!” He went to say something, but as expected it didn’t come out in coherent words, “Nohoho! Hahahaha! Hahaha!”.

For what remained of that cozy morning, Pure Vanilla Cookie’s laughter echoed off the walls of the castle’s hallways and the library itself. It wasn’t so bad, though, it’s not like he could ever complain about time spent with White Lily Cookie in this way. If only things didn’t have to change to begin with.

End of fic! I really needed this, I just started my period and I’m so exhausted from having to deal with school and whatnot. Have a good one 🫶

[random-tickle-stuff]

Same anon who sent the shadow milk one and omg that was amazing...also gonna let you know now I am a major lee soooo my requests are probably gonna be ler hcs heads up about it lol! Feel free to call me lee anon or snow anon lol!

Anyway...

*slides you white lily ler hcs to you.*

She needs more stand alone content so she is up next lol!

BTW loved your shadow milk one! And love your hcs!

Aww thanks sm!! Glad you liked it!

And I completely agree White Lily needs more content of her just in general stand alone or otherwise so I will gladly grant this request

Ler!White Lily Cookie Headcanons!

One of, if not, the SWEETEST ler omg my baby

She's very sweet and gentle and just an absolute angel omg

Soft tickles and sweet compliments the whole time

BUT that doesn't mean she can't be a little mean and teasy when she wants to be

She might not be a rough tickler but that doesn't mean she can't be a meanie with it either

She can absolutely be teasy and playful when she wants to be/is feeling particularly mean

It's mostly just verbal teases, sweet little comments and compliments and such

She mostly uses teasing compliments and stuff like that- still very sweet but teasy enough to fluster the lee

"Awww, you're so cute!"

"Such a sweet laugh!"

"You look so happy! How sweet!"

That sort of thing(God I love her sm omg)

She sometimes uses anticipation to her advantage

Hovering over bads spots before "changing her mind" and going for a less bad spot and stuff like that

Aftercare consists of cuddles and gentle asks if the lee is ok and such

And occasional making tea for the lee :3

She always makes sure the lee is comfortable, making sure they're not overwhelmed or getting too sore or anything

Her friends have "suffered" at her hands many times before things went down

Tickles were scarce after all was said an done among the ancient heros, but I could see White Lily occasionally working up enough courage to go after Pure Vanilla especially and maybe occasionally Dark Cacao

Overall she's a big sweetie with a secret teasy side and I adore her

[ticklyfluffstuff]

Teddy anon and just curious....do you ship pure vanilla with both white lily and shadow milk because I got an idea....

*subtly hits em with poly beam.*

Imagine pure vanilla sandwiched between white lily and shadow milk...both giving him tickly kisses on his cheeks since you showed on the chart him having a ticklish face! Lol!

I’m what you call a multi shipper. I love the three of them.

[mythica0]

Something nicer

🎂:The Loud House

🍫: Luanne

🧁:Siblings(implied/mentioned)

Summary: it’s April fools day again! Luanne’s favorite holiday! But after a talk with a friend a bit ago; she decides to go a different route this year.

A/N: the friend I’m mentioning is my OC Mary who is Luanne’s BFF.i know it’s nowhere near April fools day but I wanted to make this anyway. Also I added prank stuff that doesn’t exist because I can <3. hope you enjoy!

Something Nicer

‘April Fools is tommorow! I’m so excited!’ Luanne thought, bouncing on her heels. She’s been preparing for months!- she can’t wait to see the look on her family’s faces when they get pranked so hard!!

She was just about to go pick where she was going to place each prank- but then, she remembered a conversation with her friend Mary from a few weeks ago.

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“So, April fools day is coming up.” She said, cautiously at the lunch table one day at school.

“I know! I already have all the supplies ready! I’m so excited I could practically burst!!”

“I know, and I’m so happy for you! I know you love pranks and April fools day and I love that for you… but-“

She sighed and resigned herself. Luanne looked wide-eyed at her friend, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while now- don’t you think your pranks are a bit… mean?”

“I mean- of course they’re a little mean! Wouldn’t be much of a prank if you didn’t cause a little chaos!”

“That’s not what I mean- it’s just- a lot of your pranks are physically harmful, or, or cause property damage- that’s not very funny- it’s just mean. Pranks are supposed to be confusing and maybe a bit irritating, not painful or distressing.”

“Hmm. I’ve never thought about that. I love my family! I don’t want to hurt them… but… that’s the only way I know how to prank! I don’t want to give up my favorite holiday….” Luanne seemed disheartened, and looked down at the table.

“Well, some of your pranks are okay! How about you give me some prank examples you’ve pulled and I’ll tell you if they’re okay or if they’re too much.”

“Alright! Um- the time I wrapped my entire house with wrapping paper!”

“That’s okay! No one was hurt, and while it might’ve been annoying to clean up, nothing was damaged.”

“Hmm.. the time I poured bleach on Lucy’s clothes to turn them white!”

“Did you buy her a replacement? If so, that’s okay. If not- just do that in the future.”

“Okay! The time I put oil on the floor so someone would slip into the oven and left raccoons in there!”

“Nope. Too far. Whoever fell victim to that was probably covered in scratches and very sore from crashing into an oven. The idea of a slippery floor isn’t a bad one though!”

“Oo! That one time I cut holes in the floor boards so someone would fall through into jello!”

“Did you pay for the damage to the floors? Did you make sure the wood wouldn’t cut anyone?”

“No one was hurt! And the place was abandoned- no one lived or went there.

“Then that’s alright!” That conversation went on for a bit, and eventually Luanne asked Mary what she should do about this year. She already had her supplies and half of them might hurt people!

Mary made it clear that she’s not really an expert on pranks, but that it might be a good idea to lean into something else that she enjoyed that doesn’t cause pain. Luanne said she’d think about it and then moved on.

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“I should probably do that… I can’t believe I’ve been being a bully to my family for so long!” She whispered to herself. She decided to look through her prank supplies and see if she could scrounge up anything that wasn’t painful or harsh.

Lucky for her, she had forgotten that the day of that conversation she had ran to the store to get some more… friendly pranks.

With new , nicer supplies in hand, she went home to start set up.

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“Alright guys. We’re pretty much outta options. Nothing we’ve tried is working!” Lincoln spoke at a sibling meeting later that afternoon.

“We still have the option of sedating her.” Lisa piped from the other side of the room, holding an ominous looking needle in her hands.

“No, Lisa- we tried that remember? She just set up early! It’s like she always knows our plan!”

“Drats.”

“It’s not the best plan- but I think I have an idea.” Lana raised her hand.

“Maybe if we pretend it doesn’t bother us, she’ll stop? Yes it means we’ll have to endure this year and maybe next year too, but maybe she’ll get bored!”

“Good idea Lana! Alright guys, looks like that’s our best plan. We’re just going to have to endure.” A collective sigh went up in the room, but no direct protests.

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Luanne woke up and stretched, getting down off her bed quietly. ‘This is going to be great! I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks!! Maybe they won’t be mad at me!’

She giggled a little and went to her secret hideout where she had monitors to watch the chaos, carful to avoid springing her own pranks.

This was going to be fun.

Later that day, when everyone woke up they steeled themselves. They had to act like nothing was bothering them, even though they were dreading every second of today.

The first prank of the day happened when Lisa stepped out of her room only to be met with a bucket full of cool water.

‘And it begins. You are not bothered, you are not bothered.’

“Ahh. A classic. I wonder what metal this bucket is made out of?”

Luanne lifted an eyebrow in her hideout. “No reaction? That’s odd… but hey, maybe they’ll still like my big twist!”

The next victim was Lori, who woke up to find her favorite formal dress painted and decorated with the text “APRIL FOOLS!” In macaroni attached to it. She wanted to yell, but breathed in and instead commented on the Clever decoration before moving the shirt to the side and continuing.

All of the family gathered in the living room: this wasn’t their first rodeo, they knew Luanne had a big dramatic something that was going to happen in three… two… one-

“Hello family!” Right on cue, Luanne’s monitor dropped from the ceiling, showing her smiling face In her classic jester chair.

“I have some lovely surprises waiting for you today! This year is a little different than my other April fools day plans.. but I would hate to spoil the surprise!”

Everyone was so shocked that they forgot they were supposed to be acting like they didn’t care. She said different. Usually she says more intense or something like that. But never different. They looked to eachother with concern.

“Have fun! I know I will! Muahhahaha!” Luanne’s monitor slipped back into the ceiling.

“What? Just cause I’m not being too intense anymore doesn’t mean I can’t still lean into the “pranking evil genius” role! Geez.” Luanne spoke to mister coconuts.

The family was nervous now. How were they supposed to act nonchalant when Luanne just dropped that bombshell on them! But, they went about their day anyway.

The next prank brought upon the knowledge of the twist. Lola stepped into the kitchen, only to trigger a trip wire that pulled her into the air, stuck in place. She pepared for a punch to the gut or a mouse trap or something- but instead was met with giggles. Her own giggles.

“ whaahahat thehehe?” She looked up to see feathers swirling along her sides and underarms. “Eehee! Thahahat tihihihickles!”

The monitor dropped down again.

“Thats the point! I see you’ve found the twist!”

The family gasped. “So that’s what you meant by different? Tickling?”

“Yup! I thought about it- and this way- no one gets hurt!”

“Eheehahaha! Wehehell ihihis thihihis thihihing gohohona lehehet mehehe dohohown!”

“Yup! It will after about 5 minutes. Enjoy!” Luanne giggled and winked at her.

The next victim was Lincoln.

After the twist was discovered , the family forgot all about their plan and turned the day into a game. Lincoln ran outside, only to slip on one thing into some pillows on a tree, which then caused a strange glitter-like substance to fall on him.

The next thing he knew, his whole torso was bursting with ticklish shockwaves, causing him to burst into laughter and clutch his stomach. This action caused the glitter to get on his hands and arms- starting to tickle them,too.

“Poor, ticklish Lincoln. I see you found my giggle glitter! Isn’t it wonderful?” Another screen popped down from the tree.

Lincoln was belly laughing and kicking his feet in ticklish glee. “Hahahahaaa thahahat tihihihickles sohohoho muhuhuch ahahaha!!”

“Good! Cause there’s more where that came from! Muahaha!”

Meanwhile, Lucy went into her room and hid in her coffin. ‘I’ll be safe in here.’ She thought, only to be startled by a bunch of soft, pillow-like robotic hands reaching towards her. ‘Oooor not..’ then the hands made contact, squeezing and poking Lucy gently. “Pfftahaha! Dahahang ihihit luahahahanne!”

“Oh! I’m so glad you found my little poking pillow hands! Do you like them?”

“Wahahahahat? Nohohoho wahahahay!”

“Don’t lie to me~ you totally do.”

“S-shuhuhut uhuhup!” Lucy flushed, which was very noticeable on her pale face that she then covered up.

This went on and on(with some normal pranks in there too- Leni got a pie in the face)

Lisa got trapped in a machine that trapped her in laughter for 10 minutes.

Lynn’s shoes had automatic feathers in them

Lana fell in peanut butter which caused Charles to lick it off her

Luna found another giggle glitter prank.

Lori ran into some robot bugs(where did Luanne get all these robots?)

Lenny’s belt started to vibrate on her belly

So on, so forth

At dinner, Luanne left her hideout, making her way to the house. When she opened the door, her family all greeted her at her table- but instead of glaring or mumbling about revenge.. they were smiling. ‘Perfect.’ Thought Luanne. ‘This might just be my best April fools day ever.’

“Hey, there’s our little prankster! Care for some tacos?” Their dad spoke, finishing setting the table.

Luanne smiled brightly. “Absolutely!”

They are together and laughed and talked like any other day of the year, and after dinner was over Luanne pulled something out of her pocket and walked up to Lori.

“Hey Lori, I wanted to give you this.” In her hands was a folded dress, exactly alike to the one that Luanne had *ahem*.. decorated.

“You- you got me another one?” Lori seemed surprised.

Luanne hesitated and looked down. “Yeah.. to replace the one I ruined.”

“Y’know Luanne? I don’t know why you switched it up this year, but I’m glad you did. This years April fools has actually been…. Fun. The most fun April fools I’ve ever had. Thank you.” Luanne teared up a bit and the two embraced each other, followed by the rest of the family shortly after.

“I could tell you why I changed it up!” She reached towards the table for a leftover tortilla shell. “I think I’m ready to taco bout it! Hahaha!”

Luanne smiled and felt so warm and happy.

‘I’m glad too, Lori. I’m so happy I did something nicer’

———THE END————————————————

[valentines-luna]

Cam I get white lily ler hcs plz?

yes of course your wish is my command

white lily cookie ler headcanons!!

I feel like she would be a very sweet ler, like giving compliments and whatnot

would have tickled the other ancients before the dark flour war

likes to have the lee in her lap while she’s sitting cross cross apple sauce

also a fan of raspberries and kisses

I think that she could use her powers to tickle another cookie like pure vanilla or something

“your laugh is so cute!” ahh white lily cookie

i had a dream about her where she because a tree and became the Lorax as well

she would also laugh along with her lee

I wrote this at 11:40 pm if I sound insane thats why

[ondestamor]

"– De todo modo, como posso ficar com meu coração? Ele não me pertence mais." - O Despertar do Príncipe, Colleen Houck

[radiant-fanon-maker]

[lilysworldofjoy]

I just saw those Tisha hcs and.. omg I can't stop thinking of scenarios where Vee just wrecks Tisha. Could you write a fanfic off of Ler Vee and Lee Tisha? Kind of like a payback fic? Your honor I love them

"How you like that, huh?" (Dandy's World tickle fic)

A/N: Yes.

Plot: Vee and Tisha are made to go on a run together due to a random arrangement. That's where Vee discovers that Tisha is ticklish. Cue the shenanigans.

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Another day, another run. And of all toons to be paired with, it's that green television.

Astro would've been nice. Sprout would've been...eh. Bobette would be a solid pick, and so would Pebble. And she would've loved to go with Shelly, but change is nice every once in a while.

...Or that she thinks.

Tisha just got off from cleaning, and went off to do the run of the day. And she had to go with a main character, so why not. It was chosen randomly and yup, that's how they got here.

She stepped inside, looked at the toon inside, and acknowledged her situation.

Not a word was exchanged between the tissue box and Vee as the elevator went down to the first floor.

"So."

Tisha looked at Vee, who just said that. "Yes?"

"Let's just get this over with."

"...Agreed."

Once that elevator opened, each toon got off to do their task: do machines and escape from Twisteds. Vee did a mic check to observe the Twisteds in the area.

No Twisteds in sight. Huh, weird. A sigh came out from Tisha, as they both left the elevator.

Then Vee's microphone accidentally scraped against Tisha's side, causing a flinch and a giggle.

Vee, of course, noticed this movement. Her antennae perked up and she looked at Tisha.

"Don't you DARE." The tissue box said.

The green TV didn't think much at first, but when she finally noticed her reaction, a smirk came to her face. Oho, she was going to have fun with this.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she pounced, aiming directly for her sides. Vee landed right on top of Tisha, her hands moving at her sides. And it seems that the tissue box is holding it in—or at least trying to.

"What's wrong, Tish? Ticklish?~"

Upon those words, Tisha pounded her fist on Vee's chest in protest, as in a way to say 'No! Of course not', but we all know the truth anyways. She attempted to kick Vee away, but to no avail.

"Oh no no no, you're not getting out of this one, darling~"

She started kicking even more, but Vee was stronger, strengthening her grip and managing to weaken Tisha's protests by a bit. And that's when Vee dropped one bomb of a tease.

"Awwe, you're soo much fun to tickle! That's adorable~ You're sooooooo adorable~"

This kept on until it broke the tissue box.

"PFFF—NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Tisha went into instant hysterics, endlessly kicking and squirming before Vee. And Vee? She was having a field day. "Ha. How you like that, huh?~"

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

Figures. She makes people crack FAST.

With a devious glint in her eye, Vee decided to up the ante and go to her stomach, slithering her fingers between it and her sides and causing a shriek from the tissue box. She used one of her hands to restrain Tisha's arms, making sure she doesn't move.

"Now you're less squirmy. Which means I can do this~" Vee goes on to bury her fingers on Tisha with slow deliberate strokes, causing Tisha to squirm due to the cold temperature of her fingers.

And to worsen things, she wrapped her mic around her stomach, wiggling it with deadly precision and a smirk. Because of this, the tissue box only kicked harder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAHAY! STAHAAP!"

Vee didn't let up and only tickled harder, but it wasn't until a bit later (which felt like hours for Tisha) that she finally relented, letting the tissue box go at last.

After they both rose from the ground and Tisha regained her composure, the last words she received from the tissue box were: "Never do that again."

Tisha would go on to leave and find a machine as Vee smirked. She rolled an eye, albeit playfully unlike the other times.

Vee would 100% do that again.

~🧼📺~

[everettswritings]

Teddy anon here and ok I got an idea:

I'm sure golden cheese would want payback for what happened to her kingdom but white lily is her best friend and a victim in a way too...she never asked to fall into the cauldron, she never asked for dark enchantress to be created...all she wanted was to learn the truth about cookies and all this happened and from her lines like 'I can never forgive myself' there is a chance she is depressed and...to put it lightly...doesn't like herself for it. And can see golden cheese notice that...the lack of self forgiveness, the amount of grief she has for hurting all of her dearest friends, so much regret and possibly self hatred...

So golden cheese decides to do two birds, one stone (Pun intended) in a way...get payback by tickling the hell out of white lily cookie...she gets revenge by absolutely destroying white lily cookie in a way and gets to see her dear friend smile and laugh again!

Oh and possible idea to add on if you want...imagine...golden cheese would tease the hell out of her ontop of that and try to boost her friend's deflated self esteem by trying to make her say good things about herself or maybe the queen tries to force white lily to take words of kindness while white lily refuses because she fully believes she doesn't deserve it...making the queen tickle her more...another layer of the torture.

So many birds with one stone lol! Get revenge, get her friend to smile and laugh again, get her friend to show herself some mercy.

Hope you like this request felt like white lily deserves some love after all she has been through and felt like golden cheese needs both a chance for revenge while also rebuilding the bond between her and white lily cookie!

Quite the detailed request, I must say, but I love it! White Lily really needs to be wrecked. Actually, honestly, I think all of the ancients need a good tickling. Anywho! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

It was still surreal, maybe even dream-like to see White Lily Cookie again. Seeing her stand there, looking the way she did when she left all those years ago, was odd. Golden Cheese Cookie’s heart felt heavy. She was still conflicted on whether to forgive her old friend or spear through the heart of the witch that destroyed everything she loved. It wasn’t White Lily Cookie’s fault, but that pain would still linger forever more regardless of who was to blame.

Golden Cheese Cookie was standing in one of the gardens by the Vanilla Castle, trying to think. She felt a dainty little tap on her shoulder and turned around, seeing White Lily Cookie.

“Hey…” The pale cookie said shyly, it was clear she was nervous to speak to Golden Cheese Cookie again after so long. What could she even say?

“Hey.” The golden sovereign replied, her voice devoid of any feeling. Even still, she felt that weariness breathing down her neck. She was conflicted beyond belief.

White Lily Cookie stood next to her, then pulled her into a gentle hug. “I-I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to.” She whispered, a couple tears leaking through her scarlet eyes, “I ruined everything. I destroyed everything.” She started to cry outright. Golden Cheese Cookie felt a pang of sorrow and just wrapped her arms around her dear friend, sighing. “No, no, you didn’t mean to. What Dark Enchantress Cookie did isn’t your fault.” She finally said, speaking the truth she struggled to grasp. White Lily Cookie shook her head “It is my fault! I desecrated your kingdom… I was stupid and sought a truth I didn’t need to know… everything is my fault!” She started crying harder and Golden Cheese Cookie frowned.

Putting her at arm’s length and wiping her tears, Golden Cheese Cookie shook her head “You weren’t being stupid. You were curious and it went too far. I don’t wanna hear anymore talk like that!” She scolded. White Lily Cookie smiled a little and chuckled “I don’t deserve a friend like you, or the others.” She spoke softly, Golden Cheese Cookie scoffed and playfully swatted her shoulder “What did I just say?”. White Lily Cookie’s cheeks flushed a little “Sorry.” She grinned sheepishly, “No more sorries, either!” The radiant queen warned, “O-Okay, I’m sorry! It’s just… what I did.”.

Now she was just doing it on purpose! Or at least that’s what Golden Cheese Cookie thought. For the moment, all was forgiven and forgotten. Bygone, even. Right now she needed to stop White Lily Cookie’s self-deprecating talk. She swiftly pulled her friend close once more and started pinching her little belly.

“What did I say about saying sorry?!” She exclaimed. White Lily Cookie squealed softly and started giggling like mad, “Not to! Hahahahaha! Hehehe! I’m sorry!” She said out of habit. Golden Cheese Cookie tsk’d and doubled down, letting one of her fingers start circling her friend’s bellybutton, “And yet you continue to say it! You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” She teased. White Lily Cookie started squirming and laughing harder “I’m sorryyyy! Hehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahaha!” She apologized once more, then quickly realized her mistake.

The Queen kneeled down, pulling White Lily Cookie down with her, continuing to pinch and prod at her belly. “See? I told you you’re doing it on purpose!” She chuckled, making her friend squeal once more by digging into whatever little rolls formed from hunching over, “But why? Is it because you need my tickles? Do you need me to reassure you?” She teased, making White Lily Cookie’s pale face turn as pink as the garden’s peonies. “Noooo! Hahahaha!” She tried to push her away, but her efforts were weak and in vain. “Awww! You’re such a delicate little cookie, Lily! But fine, I’ll indulge.” Golden Cheese Cookie snickered to herself once more as she continued gently raking her fingers all over the other’s stomach.

“Repeat after me: It isn’t my fault, I’m smart, and I’m worthy of redemption.” She instructed, but White Lily Cookie shook her head. “N-No! Hahahaha! Hahaha! It is-!” She snorted. Golden Cheese Cookie pinched her hips and poked her harder “Nope! None of that talk, silly! You’re going to say that one way or another.” She continued tickling and tickling her friend, not letting up for a moment. Her shimmering wings joined in on the fun, the edges of each feather gently swirling and brushing into whatever spots they could reach, sending White Lily Cookie into a giggly frenzy. “Noooo!” She whined stubbornly, trying to insist that it really was all her fault.

One of Golden Cheese Cookie’s hands grabbed onto White Lily Cookie’s bandaged wrists, pulling her arms above her head and exposing her armpits. The sovereign chuckled and hovered her free hand above the spot, “What’s this? Isn’t your worst spot?” She grinned like the Cheshire Cat “You better repeat after me soon! Otherwise you’ll be in for a world of giggles.”. White Lily Cookie’s eyes widened and she tried to break free. “T-There’s no need for that! No, please!” She pleaded into deaf ears, her friend’s hand was already making its descent. And, oh, of course she has her nails done! Painted with teal and filed into a rounded point! Of all days!

“I’ll give you one last chance, Lily! Repeat after me: It’s not my fault, I’m smart, and I’m worthy of redemption.” Golden Cheese Cookie warned one final time. White Lily Cookie finally caved in, swallowing her self-pity and hatred, “It’s not my fault… I’m smart, a-and I’m worthy of redemption.”. Golden Cheese Cookie grinned triumphantly, but didn’t let her go. “Attagirl! But I must say,” she touched the tips of her fingers to her armpit “I don’t think I’ve fully gotten back at you yet. I think you need just a few more tickles.”.

White Lily Cookie shrieked at the top of her lungs and started cackling! Oh, it was adorable! Golden Cheese Cookie continued to grin to herself as she kept tickling dear old White Lily Cookie, finding a sense of justice in “punishing” her. But it wasn’t really a punishment, it was just a tickle fight like old times. The only difference was what had happened before, but that didn’t matter now. I mean, how could you ever think about anything else when listening to that sweet symphony of giggles?

The end!

Thank you so much for this request! I adore this so much, I adore anything that has to do with the ancients. They’re my little babies, my darlings, my precious pookie bears. Again, I really gotta thank you guys for being so positive and patient with me. It means several whole worlds to me. That’s all, have a good one 🫶

[svholand]

hoje eu vou chorar E A CULPA É DELA. 😭😭😭😭😭

⸻ 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐́𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆

prompt: você é uma pequena ladra vivendo a mais trágica história de amor

obs.: gente o que vocês estão prestes a ler é um suco de melancolia, são desejos inatos que precisam ser reprimidos. minha mãe lana del rey e os incontáveis seriados de missing people e casos arquivados que eu assisti na vida me ajudaram nessa canetada! é uma proposta diferente dos outros hcs que eu postei e eu espero MUITO que vocês não estranhem e gostem! 🥹🤞❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 special thanks pra todas que me incentivaram a lançar algo sem final feliz @imninahchan @idollete @kyuala @svholand

obs.²: não romantizem nenhum dos eventos descritos ok? se você estiver num relacionamento tóxico (ainda que não pareça pelos altos e baixos) converse com alguém e denuncie <3

tw.: no começo da narrativa a reader ainda é menor de idade, consumo de álcool, atividades ilícitas (roubo, estelionato, consumo de álcool por menor de idade), agressão verbal (bem ligeiro), violência gráfica, car sex, manhandling, manipulação, s.h (é implícito e não narrado!), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, MDNI

thief!simón que você conheceu quando ainda tinha dezessete anos. você dançava num bar a troco de ter uns trocados, a regra era que não te tocassem, mas você podia os tocar, se quisesse, e se aproveitava para surrupiar as pequenas correntes e relógios de pulso quando os homens estavam embriagados o suficiente. reparou no rapaz aos fundos do salão te observando enquanto tomava alguma bebida, era bonito, e ao contrário dos que deliravam na sua figura indecente ele ficava indiferente – o que não te impediu de se aproximar, não se ofereceria, nunca o fazia, mas com muita sutileza e destreza nos dedos abria o fecho de um pequeno terço de ouriço que ele tinha

thief!simón que te encontrou nos fundos da casa de shows nessa mesma noite, você já com as roupas normais e ele encostado na parede de tijolos, te acompanhando, até que você passasse por ele e ele esticasse o pé te fazendo tropeçar e cair de joelhos, o fitando irritada. “algum problema!?”, “nenhum, mas você tem algo que é meu”, “deve estar ficando louco, ou deve estar drogado”, e ele se agachava ao seu lado enfiando a mão nos bolsos do seu moletom tirando de lá um punhado de coisas roubadas junto da correntinha

thief!simón que não disse mais nada ao sair andando, mas depois de duas semanas te encontrou no centro da cidadezinha “panfletando” – por ser tão lindinha e mirrada ninguém desconfiava, mas sempre que se aproximavam para saber mais da falsa promoção você percorria seus dedinhos pelas bolsas e carteiras alheias, arrancando jóias, notas, moedas, o que fosse de valor – e ele observava; mais do que gostaria de admitir

thief!simón que se aproximou e soprou no seu ouvido “eres atrevida, eh?”, sorrindo de canto e te rodeando, mantendo uma distância segura. “não sei porque... se eu tô só trabalhando”, “sei, sabe qual é o seu problema? no puedes mentir a otro mentiroso”, te dando um peteleco na testa, fazendo-a bufar frustrada – era a segunda vez que ele te pegava em flagrante, além de não parecer fazê-lo por uma moral intacta, mas só pelo prazer de atrapalhar

thief!simón que não achava aquela cidade tão pequena, no entanto, começava estranhar que para todos os lugares que ele ia haviam resquícios da pequena ladra, e ele não era devoto de nenhum deus, muito menos acreditava em conexões de vidas passadas, mas numa sexta, antes de se mudar, quis passar na casa de shows. não te assistiu, ficou sentado no bar, de costas, esperando que você viesse até ele. “não gosta de mulheres?”, perguntou provocando o maior, “você é menor de idade”, “não sou”, e tudo o que ele fez foi te olhar de cima a baixo com a mesma expressão do dia na praça, “vou sair da cidade... quando o seu repertório é curto, não da pra ficar no mesmo lugar pra sempre, você vem ou não?”

thief!simón que havia perguntado de forma tão indiferente e estúpida se você queria segui-lo que a situação se tornava cômica quando você se pegou no ford granada marrom que ele tinha, os vidros abertos e o rádio tocando alguma música desconhecida, rumando para qualquer distrito há alguns quilômetros de distância do anterior

thief!simón que via em você uma mina de ouro, principalmente quando tinham acabado de conseguir alugar um quarto e cozinha, e ele aproveitara para te levar para comprar algumas roupas. as palavras o fugiam assim que você saía do provador com um vestido branco solto com uma fita na cintura – a vendedora tinha feito questão de arrumar seu cabelo com um fiilho no mesmo tom – , estava perfeita, uma boneca

thief!simón que colocou seus planos em ação não muitos dias depois, em um jantar de bancários que haveria na cidade, ele conseguindo convites depois de forjar um cartão e se apresentar como advogado imobiliário recém chegado nos arredores e te apresentando como noiva

thief!simón que não sabia se gostava ou se detestava quando os homens de meia idade te cobiçavam descaradamente - alguns babavam e usavam seus paninhos finos para limpar -, mas que se aguentava até o final da noite, quando você conseguia atrair um dos porcos para o estacionamento dizendo “meu noivo não precisa saber, e eu quero tanto...” enquanto ele observava por detrás de uma árvore esperando o momento certo de agir; esperando o sinal que haviam combinado

thief!simón que não poupou em gastar no mercado depois da pequena fortuna que tinham arrancado do homem, ameaçando-o de contar para a família, filhos e clientes o quão sujo ele era por cobiçar uma jovem prometida. comprou vinhos, doces e charutos – os quais te ensinou a fumar apesar de você preferir os cigarros mentolados normais.

thief!simón que se mudava com você todo mês, gabaritando as cidades costeiras. chegavam, inventavam uma história confiável, faziam alguns alíbis aqui e ali e aplicavam os golpes. vocês comemoravam, vivendo uma vida luxuosa, passando a se hospedar nos melhores hotéis, se embebedando em cada final de semana – e por vezes até no meio dela –, ouvindo você contar os mínimos detalhes da infância cruel quando estava completamente alterada, jogada na cama apenas de calcinha e sutiã abraçada à uma garrafa de champanhe

thief!simón que acabou descobrindo seu aniversário ao acaso forjando alguns documentos para as identidades da próxima cidade, e fez questão de comemorar. te levou num mirante de onde, mesmo de dentro do carro, era possível ver a praia, as barraquinhas e o parque de diversões todo aceso pela noite. também te presenteou com uma correntinha, o pingente sendo de uma flor de belladona – apelido que ele passou a usar fielmente contigo

thief!simón que tirou sua virgindade naquele lugar, forrou os fundos do sedan com alguns edredons e te fez dele, beijou cada canto do corpo pequeno e encheu seus seios, costas e coxas de chupões – e não tinha problema porque ninguém mais veria, nem mesmo aqueles em quem aplicavam os golpes, porque o hempe nunca deixava avançarem mais do que a possessividade dele permitia. você era dele

thief!simón que te aninhou no peitoral depois de mais uma noite que terminava em vocês dois fodendo com as luzes do quarto de hotel ligadas e as sacadas escancaradas para quem quisesse ver, você dedilhando o peitoral enquanto ele baforava a fumaça do charuto para cima, amaciando suas costas macias com a mão livre. “você acredita que deus tem um propósito pra nós?”, perguntou curiosa subindo os olhos até o rosto inexpressivo, “não acredito nessas coisas, bella...”, “mas você tem uma biblía no carro”, “era da minha mãe”, “mas você ach-“, “por que você não dorme um pouco? amanhã a gente sai cedo”, e assim te calava como em outras incontáveis vezes

thief!simón que apesar de não demonstrar ficava cada vez mais apegado à sua figura, se sentia doente e nauseado por não conseguir evitar aqueles sentimentos quando você o acordava vestindo as camisas dele, ou então quando te via enrolando os cabelos para um penteado novo – toda delicada de frente ao espelho –, quando o abraçava por trás enquanto ele fazia as contas do quanto precisariam roubar para continuar com o mesmo estilo de vida. sentimentos tão inoportunos que ele se alcoolizava quando se tornava demais para suportar

thief!simón que era diferente quando bebia daquele jeito, como se estivesse fora de si. não te chamava de “belladona”, reprimia suas tentativas de se aproximar, de tocá-lo, te dizia “eres una chica estúpida e ingrata! – as palavras sendo cuspidas - nada te alcanza, ya sea dinero, joyas o todo lo que tengo!”, “simón... eu não entendo, mas por favor não fica as-“, “cállate!”, erguendo a mão na sua direção, mas retesando quando você se encolhia. quando se acalmava a única coisa que dizia era “vou dormir fora hoje”

thief!simón que agia como se nada tivesse acontecido depois, que te deixava sem saber das negociações, que te tratava como burra e nova demais para se envolver nos assuntos que realmente importavam no final das contas, mas justificava dizendo que não queria te dar rugas, e que você podia ficar só com a parte divertida que era gastar e ser uma boa mulher pra ele, “a mais linda”, soprando e segurando seu queixo antes de te beijar

thief!simón que quando se mudaram de novo arranjou uma cartada grande, um político muito influente que era conhecido pelo gosto nefasto por mulheres novas; por corrompê-las. e assim o garoto tinha outro plano em mãos, te introduzindo num bazár beneficente como a irmã mais nova, filha do segundo casamento da mãe, tão pura, te fazendo usar lentes coloridas e uma maquiagem fina e leve que naturalmente fazia com que todos quisessem saber mais sobre você

thief!simón que no entanto, viu tudo ir por água abaixo; a sucessão de acontecimentos sendo muito rápida pra ele sequer digerir. o senador se encantava por você, perguntava tudo, nome, idade, se estava na escola e o que gostava mais de aprender lá, e era respondido, com mentiras, mas não poderia parecer mais satisfeito. assim que conseguiam atraí-lo para o estacionamento, o homem, não tão velho assim, sacava um calibre, colocando o bucal prensado contra a sua lombar, te arrastando para um carro que não conheciam

thief!simón que entrou em estado de frenezi, saindo de sua posição e não dando dois minutos que estavam dentro do veículo, abrindo a porta com violência e puxando o outro pelo colarinho, não dando tempo para que este reagisse, socando o rosto com uma fúria reprimida desde muito, o cigarro preso no canto dos lábios que se apertavam e a pele cobrindo os ossos da mão rasgando com os impactos. um zumbido ensurdecedor o parava quando o disparo acontecia

thief!simón que assistiu com os olhos esbugalhados a camisa do homem ir se encharcando de sangue pouco a pouco, enquanto você trêmula segurava o revólver, o rímel escorrendo pelas bochechas por causa do choro e a expressão de espanto que terminava de deixá-lo sem chão, fazendo-o largar o cadáver e ir até si te tirando o objeto das mãos e a abraçando. os sussurros falhos de desculpa, de pronto já acabou, eu to aqui, enquanto pegava quaisquer vestígios na cena do crime e te levava para o carro, saindo em disparada

thief!simón que evitava olhar para o seu semblante catatônico pelo resto da noite, porque precisava ficar focado em arrumar as malas no hotel e colocar tudo no porta-malas de forma amontoada, porca, pisando no acelerador tão fundo que os pneus cantavam quando estavam na estrada; mas era isso, vocês nunca podiam ficar muito tempo mesmo

thief!simón que dirigiu por seiscentos quilômetros, ignorando o sono, e só parando quando seu choro vinha à tona. um choro tão copioso e doloroso de presenciar, porque antes de ninguém, ele sabia quem era a maior vítima naquela história. parava no acostamento e passava para o seu lado do banco te colocando no colo e te ninando como se faz a um bebê, “sshh, mi belladona, vai ficar tudo bem...”, os beijos espalhados no seu cerne e um em especial na testa, em que ele se demorou porque precisou segurar o choro também

thief!simón que desligou o rádio quando a transmissão começava a falar sobre um casal de jovens golpistas foragidos dando a descrição de cada um, e que não conseguiu dormir pelos próximos três dias assombrado com o fato de que ele tinha estragado mais uma vida, tirado as chances de você se tornar algo melhor e maior... com propósito, talvez

thief!simón que não conseguiu te acalmar quando você viu as notícias pela tv de tubo no motel onde estavam se escondendo – seus rostos estampados nos principais jornais que relatavam o assinato do senador –, apenas acendendo mais um cigarro e ouvindo suas súplicas implorando para ele dizer o que fariam, como escapariam; mas pela primeira vez em muito tempo, simón hempe não tinha um plano, nem truques; tinha gasto todo o tempo pensando em você e em sobre como ele conversaria contigo e diria para mudarem de vida, que poderiam recomeçar em outro país e ter algo normal, com uma casa fixa, empregos, e até filhos.

thief!simón que ouviu as sirenes bem antes de você, e numa última tentativa de salvar ambos te acordava apressado, sem explicações, segurando sua mão e te puxando para o carro – lembrava de pegar uma única mala que não estava desfeita e a bolsa com o dinheiro, sem se importar com mais nada.

thief!simón que ignorou os megafones que davam voz de prisão e o cerco que se formava na rodovia, ainda tentando contornar as viaturas e os homens fardados que empunhavam suas armas

thief!simón que não deixou de segurar sua mão mesmo naquele momento, segredando baixo que vocês tentariam correr quando ele abrisse a porta

thief!simón que tomou a frente quando os oficiais atiraram, o corpo perdendo as forças quando três dos vários disparos o acertavam

thief!simón que sentia mais pelo seu espanto e desespero do que pela dor física que era aliviada pela quantidade de adrenalina correndo nas veias, sussurrando um “belladona...” para que você prestasse atenção – o mundo parando para que vocês tivessem o seu último momento juntos – “você vai dizer que eu te manipulei, sim? vai fazer isso por mim, mi amor...”, “n-não”, vendo-te balançar a cabeça em negação e soluçar com a vista embaçada das lágrimas que caíam em abundância ao passo que suas mãos tentavam inutilmente tampar um dos buracos por onde o líquido vital jorrava. “prométeme que serás mi belladona por mucho más tiempo”, a mão alcançava o pingente que nunca saía do seu pescoço e ele sorria te fitando enquanto os últimos segundos de vida dele se esvaíam

thief!simón que naquela manhã te deixou. você sem saber quantos anos ele tinha de verdade, sem saber de onde ele vinha, sem saber sua história e sem nunca ter ouvido que ele a amava – apesar de sentí-lo com imensidão.

thief!simón que nunca saberia que depois de acatar o último pedido dele você tinha passado pelo júri do caso e sido inocentada

thief!simón que nunca te veria tendo a vida normal que ele sonhara outrora, com um marido que te respeitava e te cuidava e com dois garotinhos lindos que te chamavam de mamãe

thief!simón que apesar de não ter tido isso tudo, ainda tinha vivido sua melhor fase ao seu lado, ao lado de sua belladona.

[mythica0]

Code pink

🎂:The Loud House

🍫:Luanne

🧁: All siblings

A/N : sorry about the lack of writing! I’ve been being super lazy and lacking any real ideas I’ve enjoyed, but this one showed up with the loud house! Because of the inspiration, this one’s kinda long lol. If you want to see more Loud house fics let me know!! :D also, in case you weren’t clear: Luanne’s my favorite character:3(I feel like I might have overused the haha- get it? After Luanne’s puns so I hope it doesn’t get annoying lol)

Also also- all platonic!! No incest on my blog!!!

Code pink

It was a normal Saturday morning in the loud house.

Which means, to any other household, it would be completely abnormal. Lori was on the phone, Lola was driving around, Lana was tracking mud in the house- you get the idea.

Luna awoke to the hustle and bustle of her home, and stood up to stretch.

Luanne was already awake, looking through her comedy supplies for… something.

“G’morning sis! How’d ya sleep!”

Luanne stuffed something in her pocket surreptitiously and turned around.

“Oh! I slept great! Kinda worried tho.. I think my pillow was lying behind my back! Haha- get it!”

Luna groaned- classic Luanne.

“What about you, Luna?”

“Ah, I slept awesome, dude!”

“Good!” Luanne smiled, and then whispered under her breath “you’re gonna need it”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Instead of answering, Luanne turned to Luna with a mischievous glare and a glimmer in her eyes.

“Uhhh, why are you lookin’ at me like that, brah?”

She smiled and wiggled her fingers in Luna’s direction. Immediately, Luna jumped

In the air and out into the hall, and shouted.

“Code pink everyone! This is not a drill!!!”

As soon as she shouted that, there was a large bustle as all the loud siblings scrambled and scattered.

Lincoln talked to.., someone? While he was running.

“You may be wondering, what’s code pink? Well… Luanne is a notorious tickle monster in the loud house-“ Lincoln remembers some iconic moments..

———

“Gotcha! I bet you’re just dying of laughter! Ha ha- get it!” Luanne joked, with a frantically giggling Lucy under her hands stuck in her coffin. “Luahahane! Stohohop- gihihihigling ihis nohot myhy styhyhyle!”

“Aww, but I just love tickling you pink! Or I guess tickling you black, in your case haha, get it!”

———

“Oh no! Lenny! There’s a monster in here!”

“What! Where! What is it?!”

“It’s… the tickle monster! Rawhh!” Luanne pounced on Lenny, scribbling her fingers all over her sides.

“Eeehee! Luahahahnne!!”

Luanne deepened her voice.

“I’m not Luanne, I’m the tickle monster! And I must say your outfit really tickles my fancy! Muahaha, get it!”

———

“Luahahanne! Whyhyhy!”

Lincoln giggled helplessly in the window seat of vanzilla, leaning away and futilely pushing at Luanne’s hands.

“I’m just taking some laughy taffy for the road! Haha- get it!”

———

He shivered at that last memory. “And sometimes, she goes into full tickle monster mode.”

“This has happened enough times for us to come up with a code- code pink. You know when you hear that, there’s a rogue tickle monster Luanne on the loose- and she won’t stop until she’s turned all of us into a giggly puddle”

“So yeah, running might seem pretty pointless, but let me tell you a secret.” He begins whispering, now behind a garbage can. “None of us really mind- it’s all in good fun.”

He speaks at a normal volume again. “But we like turning into a fun game- and we know Luanne enjoys it too!”

Meanwhile, Luna wasn’t able to run fast enough to avoid capture.

“Ahh, my first meal! I can wait to… dig in! Haha- get it!” At the pun, Luanne started, true to her words, digging into Luna’s stomach.

Luna burst into laughter at the contact, her loud nature extending to her laughter. “EeeyahahaH! Yohohou’rehehe sohoHO ruthleheheHESS, LUAHHAHNNE! AHHAHA!”

“This is barely anything! I could get real mean!

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO ANYHYHYTHIHIHING BHUHUT THAHAT! I CAHAHANT!”

“I haven’t even done it yet!”

“BUHUHUT YOUHOHOU’REHE GOHOHING TOHOHOO!”

“Fine, you caught me there! Not as much as I caught you though! Hahaha- get it!” after the pun, Luanne took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right on Luna’s tummy.

“EEEHAHAHAHA CRAHAHAHAP- NOHOHO!”

Luanne giggles. “You’re lucky I have some other siblings to catch! But I’ll catch you later!!”

Luna giggled a bit and stood, dusting herself off, and went to go hangout in the living room.

Luanne started walking through the house through all the chaos. Some siblings were hiding, others were just running around. Lynn was one of the latter.

Luanne spotted her amongst the chaos and decided she was up next. She skipped through the chaotic house until she was right at the bottom of the stairs.

Lynn didn’t notice her and tried to run up, but Luanne caught her by the shirt and pulled her into a hug from behind.

“Look who it is!”

Lynn burst into giggles of anticipation and frantically spoke.

“Lu-Luanne can’t we, can’t we talk about this? Heheh.”

“Nope! You’re gonna be the tickle monsters next snack and you’re gonna like it! I can’t help that I’m hungry for giggles! I think it’s about time for me to sink my teeth in! Haha- get it!”

Once again, true to the words, Luanne started gently nibbling at Lynn’s neck, causing her already giggly sister to fold over herself as much as she could while trapped in a hug. She squirmed around helplessly in Luanne’s arms, trapped in perpetual laughter.

“Aww looks like we have a wiggly, giggly Lynn!” Luanne started to spider on Lynn’s torso, causing her to kick her legs frantically.

“Dohohont sahahay thahahat! Pfffhahahahaha!”

“Why not? Is it flustering? Does it make my tickly tickles worse??”

“YEHEHEHESS!”

“Yay!! But it’s about time for me to bounce! I got some other siblings to see! So I’ll throw you a bone! A funny bone! Haha- get it!”

Lynn just stood there for a moment, shaking herself off, before going to join Luna on the couch.

“She’s unstoppable, man.”

“You got that right. Phew.”

As Luanne skipped up the stairs, whistling and giggling whimsically, Lisa took out her pencil and started to write. “Test subject appears to be satisfied with the results of her work. More study is needed.”

“What ya doin’, Lis?” Luna called from the couch.

“Shhh. I’m doing field research. I am attempting to find out what about this form of whimsical activity that Luanne enjoys. As well as maybe the source of these moods.”

“Well good luck, Lis. Pound it!” Luna sticks out her fist and Lisa returns the fist bump before moving on to follow Luanne.

The next sibling on the chopping block was Lola, she was driving around in her pink car. Luanne hopped in and seemed to appear suddenly. “Ahh! Luanne!”

Luanne picked up Lola and took over the car, scratching gently at her knees.

“Guess I’m taking this meal to go! Haha- get it!”

Lola’s screechy giggles filled the house, as she kicked wildly.

“Nohohoho!”

“You don’t get it? I thought it was pretty obvious!” Luanne teased, giggling slightly.

“Nohohohot THAHAT! NOHO TOHO THEHE TIHIHICKLES!”

“What? You don’t like my tickly tickly tickles! I thought you loved them!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUP!”

“You didn’t disagree~” Luanne pulled the last move for this victim; some pinches to the knees and thighs.

“But I’ll leave ya for now. Hope I didn’t drive you up the wall! Haha- get it?” Luanne hopped out of the pink car and went in her merry way.

“Test subject appears to enjoy making jokes about the activity and the people surrounding it- this is very in character for the test subject.” Lisa jotted down.

“Are you using us as test subjects again?!” Lola said angrily as she was about to head downstairs.

“No. Just Luanne. And I’m not using any dangerous chemicals, calm down.”

“Ooookaaayyy…” Lola glared at Lisa as she headed downstairs and sat on the couch.

Luanne decided to go for Lana next. The twins usually weren’t too far apart from eachother, so the little froggy was sure to be around here somewhere.

“Lana~ where are you~ the tickle monsters hungry and your giggles sound delicious~~” Luanne teased across the halls in a sing-song.

In the bathroom, Lana covered her mouth to stifle giggles. She always got so riled up when this happened!

“Are you in your favorite place in the house, Lana~~ I think you are!”

The voice came closer to the bathroom where she was hiding behind the shower curtain.

Luanne heard muffled giggles coming from the bathroom and knew she was right.

“Boo!” She pulled back the curtain and scooped up Lana, tickling her ribs.

“Eehehee! Hehehey, Luahahanne!”

“That’s Ms. Tickle monster to you! I knew you’d be in here, you always hide in the bathroom.”

“Dahaharn! I rehehally neheheed Toho fihihind a nehehew hihihidihihing spohohot!”

“I’d say! That way I don’t tickle you so hard you bring out the water works! Haha, get it?”

“Uhuhugh! Yehehehes! Youhohoure soho cheheheesy!”

“Well you must find me funny, you’re laughing aren’t you?”

“Thahahats becahahause yohohoure tihihihicklihihing mehehee!”

Luanne abruptly stopped, leaving Lana in leftover giggles. “No I’m not! Hehe! Gotta run! Still gotta buncha little pockets of giggles to feast on!”

Luanne let Lana down and the younger went to go downstairs, while the older went off once more- a curious little scientist behind her.

“Subject appears to enjoy the sound of laughter- although I feel as though this was already known about the test subject. No other indicators have yet been given.”

Next: Luanne spotted a familiar green dress underneath a lampshade. “Oh, wow, wherever could Lenny be~ she’s such a good hider!”

Lenny giggled a little in her hiding spot- she was pretending to be a lamp!

“Hmm, guess she’s not here….”

Lenny giggles some more and sighed.

“Just kidding!” Luanne pulled off the lamp shade and pulled Lenny to the ground.

“Sorry if I upset you there! Don’t mean to throw shade! Haha- get it!”

“I dohoho! Eheheee!”

“You’re always the least squirmy of the bunch! Bet all that laughter makes you feel light as a feather!” As she said that, she pulled a feather from out of her pocket- the one she hid earlier- and started

To flutter it against Lenny’s ears.

“Eheee! Thahahats reheheally tihihihickly!”

“I know~ hehe, isn’t it great?”

Lenny nodded a bit.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself! But now I gotta fly! Haha- get it!” Luanne stopped and hekored Lenny up.

Lenny looked toward the ceiling for a sec before saying “I actually don’t get it…”

“That’s okay! But I got some other siblings to find!”

“Okay! Bye, Luanne!” Lenny walked down the stairs and joined her fellow captured siblings.

“Hmm.. curious. Test subject appears to be pleased by the fact that her victims are enjoying themselves. This is a very enlightening development.” Lisa still creeped behind Luanne.

Next- Lori. Now, Luanne never went to get with Lori- she knew that her oldest sister wasn’t really a fan of the whole tickling thing- but she made an effort to at least get her a little. So, she went into Lori’s room and checked around, finding her in the closet.

“Hey~~ Lori!”

“H-hi, Luanne. Please don’t be too mean.”

“Oh, you know I never am with you! Now c’mere.” Luanne just gave Lori a big hug, lightly tracing her arms for a moment.

Lori giggled a bit and then Luanne pulled away from the hug. “Love ya, sis!”

Lori looked down embarrassed at her ticklishness. “Love you too.” She stood and walked out of the closet, joining the others.

Lisa once again took a note. “In relation to previous observation- Test subject in fact seems to find enjoyment of the other party quite important. This is intriguing.”

Next- Lucy. Luanne walked towards the attic, calling out.

“Oh Lucy~~ the tickle monster wants to say hi~~ I know how much you like your secret dark place~~

Lucy gasped and covered her mouth. She was, in fact, in her secret dark place. The back corner of the attic.

Luanne entered the spooky attic. “Lucy~~~ I know you’re in here~ are you ready for the tickles~~”

Lucy covered her mouth and held her breath. (She was being dramatic- she liked pretending it was a horror movie.)

“There you are! Get over here, spooky!”

“Gasp! I’ve been caught.”

“Yup! And now you’re gonna giggle at the hands of the tickle monster! Rawr!” Luanne pulled Lucy in and started to squeeze her sides.

“Man it’s dark in here! Thankfully your smile will brighten it up! Hahaha, get it!”

“Sahahadly, yehehes. Ahahand I CAHAHANT evehehen dohoho myhyhy sihihihigh!”

“That’s right! Your gigglin’ too hard! I could just eat you up!” Right after saying that, Luanne started pretending to ‘eat’ Lucy’s stomach, blowing small raspberries. “Nom nom nom!”

“Pfhahahahaha! Luahahhane!” Lucy’s whispery giggles echoed through the attic like the wind through trees.

“Huh, that’s weird, usually my food doesn’t talk to me. Huh-“ she paused for a moment before continuing.

“Ohohohokay! Ihihim lauhahhaughihihing ahahare yohohou hahahappy!”

“Yes. Very. Lucky for you, I’m not quite done with my mission yet! Buh-bye!”

Luanne left the attic and continued to search.

Lucy smiled slightly. She may pretend it’s the bane of her existence, but it’s actually not so bad. She needs to laugh once in a while. “Bye, Luanne.” She whispered before heading down the latter to the attic towards the living room.

“Hmm.. test subject appears to be almost complete- code pink is almost over. I have the answer to the first question- why does she enjoy this?(she enjoys making others happy/laugh) But, the second, what causes these moods, is left unanswered.

Lisa followed Luanne down- and the floor boards creaked. “… crap”

Lincoln looked around from his hiding spot in the garbage can in the hallway. “No! Lisa!” He whispered.

Lisa looked at him, but nodded as if to say it was fine.

Luanne turned. “That’s why I haven’t seen you! You’ve been behind me this whole time! But I’ve gotcha now!”

“Ihihit whahas wohohorth ihihit! Fohohor scihehence!”

“Well then, guess this is a good reaction! Haha, get it? “

“Sooo.. why were ya studying me?”

“I whihihill infohohorm yohohou and eveheheryohohine ehehelse ihihim thehe lihihiving quahaharters.”

“Alrighty then! Just a couple more siblings to go! Can’t wait to see your conclusion!” Luanne stepped away and Lisa nodded.

“I am excited to inform you. I will be joining our siblings now.”

“Okay! Byee!” Luanne said as she walked away to look for Lincoln.

“Lincoln~~ come out come out wherever you are~~”

Lincoln was probably the most ticklish loud- by far. He was basically a walking tickle spot! And Luanne knew it.

After a minute or so, Luanne spotted a tuft of white hair behind the garbage can.

“Found ya!”

“Ahahaha! Luahahahanee!” She had begun to dig into his ribs and side, causing him to burst out laughing.

“Hey Lincoln! I would tease you for being so ticklish, but I don’t like trash talk! Haha, get it!

“Yeehahaha I gehehehet ihihit! Ahahand i cahahahant hehehelp IHIHIHIT!”

“I know! And I can’t help the fact that your giggles are so gosh darn cute!”

“Thehehey ahahahre NOHOHOT!”

“Oh they so are.”

Lincoln blushed and covered his face.

“Behheehe QUHUHUIHIHIET!”

“No way~~ teasing is half the fun! Besides~~ it’s true!”

“EHEhee! OKAHAHAY OKAY!”

“Had enough?”

Lincoln nodded.

“Alrighty then! Meet ya downstairs!”

Luanne went down and saw all her siblings siting in the couch together, Lincoln a little giggly still. She saw lily, and picked her up.

“And lastly, the baby.” She blew a raspberry and then set Lily down.

“Alright! Another successful code pink for Luanne!”

“Indeed. And now- I will share the results of my field study.”

Everyone turned to look at Lisa as she spoke.

“During today’s code pink, I took the initiative to do an experiment I’ve wanted to do for a while now- what exactly about tickling does Luanne enjoy so much? As well as the cause of these moods she gets in. “

“Ohhhh!” Luanne said. “That’s cool! I mean, you could’ve just asked, but I want to see what you think!”

“Okay then. The evidence I have found is this:

Luanne enjoys making people laugh, as we all knew, especially the ones she cares about, ergo, us. This is just another way to do it. She enjoys the sound of our laughter. She also appears to be satisfied by the idea that she has made us laugh, why by this particular method? I’m not sure. She also likes to make puns about it- but again, we all knew that. This is just another avenue for her puns to be explored and expressed- especially since she knows we will laugh.

However, a more interesting development- is the fact that Luanne is aware we are having a good time- and finds this quite important. I hypothesize that if one of us were to express discontent, she would not tickle us at all. She enjoys doing this to make others happy.

So that is the conclusion of my study! Sadly, I did not get an answer to the cause of these moods. Luanne, I turn the floor to you.”

Luanne smiles. “Well, with your study, it was actually pretty spot on! I just tickled you guys cause I like making you all happy, and I like seeing and hearing you all laugh. I love you and I like seeing you smile.”

A chorus of “Awwwww”’s erupted from all the siblings, except for Lisa, who just nodded and smiled, proud of her accurate observation. At the coo, Luanne blushed slightly and smiled.

“And about the moods, well, I usually just wake up with em’. Sometimes I’ll have a dream about it the night before and that’s why, and sometimes it’s random. However, sometimes something will trigger one. Like hearing you guys laugh, or seeing you reach for something on a high shelf. It’s just… fun.”

“Hmm. I’ll make a note of that. Well, that concludes this study and I’d say it was pretty successful.”

Lincoln looked at his sisters and then at Luanne.

“You said you tickle us because you love us, right? And you like seeing us laugh?”

Luanne nods and looks confused.

“Well, we love you too! Why don’t we return the favor~?” He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers, the rest of the family following suit.

“Guys, it’s time for a little ‘revenge’”

“Well, looks like a better make like a banana and split! Hahaha, get it!”

Well. It’s never a boring day in the loud house. Especially with a code pink.

———THE END——���—————————————

[pupsmailbox]

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[ondestamor]

"Estar com ele era empolgante e assustador; ao mesmo tempo que me dava uma sensação de poder, me deixava inteiramente fraca." - O Despertar do Príncipe, Colleen Houck

[ticklyfluffstuff]

Teddy anon: I'm glad it does...speaking of that I now need to know because I brought up the bait stuff...an idea I saw off tumblr that I need to see in action...i forgot where i saw it but i think youll like senario:

Imagine one of the ancients or shadow milk does this....or, if ya want a nice break from lee pv...then ler pv and lee white lily or one of the ancients:

Just the ler, after chasing the lee for a bit...sits on the ground, legs crossed, saying 'if you don't come and [let me tickle you/sit on my lap for tickles] by the time I reach the end of this countdown...I'm not gonna tickle you...'

And then they start counting down and if the lee actually wants tickles, they gotta rush to the ler before countdown is up!

(Ngl wish i had remembered it earlier so I could have added it as an idea for the 4 lers, lee pv idea because could definitely imagine they'd let pv continue believing he was hiding perfectly just to tease him and then one of the ancients goes 'wait I got an idea to lure out a lee...I'll sit down and start a countdown. If it reaches zero, we won't tickle them but if they come to me before it reaches zero...we'll give em ALL the tickles they want!')

Oh and imagine if it starts at 10...or if they really wanna pour pressure on...start at 5...and if ya want em to push it even further....at some point the countdown is like '3...2 and a half...2 and a quarter-' to pressure em with more time lol!

As i said before, saw someone say this idea on a tumblr and now NEED to see it in action in some way lol!

Wanted to take a shot of drawing truthless recluse. Get the depressed pv, shmilk.

[tecontos]

Sou uma Punheteira de mão cheia (o inicio de tudo).

By; Lily

Oi TeContos. Vou me identificar como Lily, sou atriz, não sou das mais famosas minha carreira ainda é curta, mas você já deve ter me visto, já fiz 5 novelas, 3 filmes de repercussão nacional, participações em programas na TV e propagandas nacionais . Já trabalhei na Globo, no SBT, na Record e em outros canais menores. Quase todos que leem este texto, já viram o meu rosto nas telinhas pelo menos uma vez na vida.

Atualmente tenho 23 anos, me cuido bastante e pareço que tenho menos. Consegui meu espaço na carreira artística principalmente por causa do meu rosto, que sempre foi muito elogiado pelos diretores. Nunca fui do tipo gostosona, mas tenho o IMC perfeito. Minha bunda não é grande, mas é bem redondinha. Meus seios estão entre pequenos e médios. Os bicos deles chamam a atenção pois têm aréolas largas.

Sempre adorei ler contos eróticos. Eu vinha planejando há vários anos fazer as minhas confissões. E esse momento chegou! Hoje vou contar uma das minhas maiores taras: bater punheta para os homens. Sim, isso mesmo! Você não leu errado! Sou uma verdadeira punheteira! Essa tara é tão diferente que definitivamente não é fácil compartilhar pessoalmente com ninguém. Quase ninguém vai entender. Só tive uma amiga que abri o jogo sobre os meus desejos punheteiros. Ela também é uma atriz muito famosa e uma pessoa que me entende em tudo. Ela brinca com essa minha tara por punheta me chamando de “punheteira” sempre que tem uma chance. Morro de rir! Quando eu olho um homem enquanto estamos juntas, ela pisca pra mim fazendo o gesto de punheta. Eu digo rindo: “nem me fala! Com esse aí, eu ia ficar sem braço!” E ela tem toda razão: sou mesmo uma punheteira!

Não sei porque sou uma mulher que gosta tanto de punheta. Já refleti várias vezes sobre o que meus fãs e os colegas de trabalho pensariam dessa minha tara. Talvez não seria tão estranho assim, pois artistas em geral são meio malucos. As pessoas não fazem ideia como muitos atores são gente com a mente desconectada da realidade. Quase todos os vídeos pornôs que eu gosto de assistir, são de “handjob” ou “tugjobs”, ou punheta em inglês. Fico procurando todas as possíveis variações de punheta ou “handjobs”. Mas gosto mesmo é de punheta amadora, especialmente em público, no mato, em um banheiro público, em estranhos. Não faço a mínima ideia quantas mulheres também têm tara por punheta, mas eu sou uma delas. A grande verdade é que gosto muito mais de fetiches do que da penetração pura e simples. Sou mais imaginativa. Não é a toa que sou atriz! Já até assinei um pacote de sites de “handjob” para tentar ver mais conteúdos diversificados, mas me decepcionei e cancelei a inscrição. Era tudo muito polido demais! Prefiro mesmo os amadores.

Eu descobri o tesão pela punheta com o meu primeiro namorado aos 16 anos, ele tinha 18 na época. Lembro de ficar hipnotizada assistindo ele batendo punheta debaixo do chuveiro. Deixem-me contar essa história super diferente!

A mãe do meu primeiro namorado era diferetentona. Ela deixava eu vê-lo tomando banho, mas deixava claro que não aceitava putaria dentro de casa dela. A gente obedecia com seriedade. Como a mãe dele sabia que adolescentes sozinhos são como fogo e palha, ela fazia marcação cerrada. Era um misto de liberar e puxar as rédeas aos mesmo tempo. Jamais entendi a mente da mãe dele. Ela era um mulher estranha pra dizer o mínimo.

A casa dele era muito liberal pra nudez. Todo mundo tomava banho de porta meio aberta. Moravam ele, a mãe, a irmã mais velha e a avó. Já vi, mesmo sem querer, todos daquela casa sem roupa. Eu já nem me importava mais. Mas as coisas não eram tão liberais assim como pareciam. A mãe do meu primeiro namorado não deixava a gente tomar banho juntos e nem ficarmos sozinhos em casa ou trancados no quarto. Nessa parte ela monitorava bastante. Porém, devido à liberdade com relação à nudez, ela permitia que eu ficasse dentro do banheiro, com a porta entreaberta, olhando ele enquanto tomava banho. Sim, acredite se quiser! Era realmente assim! Eu ficava sentada no vaso ou de pé, com o box entreaberto e a gente ficava ali conversando sobre coisas do dia a dia de adolescente enquanto eu o via se ensaboando. Mas eu nunca tirei a roupa lá, pois a mãe dele nunca mencionou que eu podia, afinal eu era uma estranha na casa. Na época eu era virgem e tinha pegado no pau dele rapidamente algumas vezes, mas a gente ainda não tinha feito praticamente nada.

Quando a mãe dele não estava perto do banheiro, ele ficava batendo pra eu ver. Eu nunca ensaboei ele, pois a mãe dele dizia que só me deixava ficar na hora do banho com ele se fosse com respeito. Eu sei que é estranho, mas era assim que funcionava! Eu ficava com tesão e com medo da mãe dele aparecer e o ver batendo. Os banhos dele eram sempre rápidos e não havia muito tempo pra ele ficar ali batendo por vários minutos até gozar. A mãe e a vó dele também estavam sempre por perto, circulando pela casa. Ele pedia pra eu vigiar, pois o barulho do chuveiro era alto e se a mãe dele tivesse vindo, ele não ouvia. Como não podíamos fechar a porta, ele batia um pouquinho quando dava. Várias vezes ele nem conseguia gozar, pois a mãe dele andava pelos corredores e até entrava no banheiro pra pegar alguma coisa. A porta estava sempre entreaberta. Quando ela entrava, eu olhava pra baixo e ficava tímida. Eu ficava gelada de medo da mãe dele ver, mas amava vê-lo batendo punheta! Tempos bons!

Quando ela entrava no banheiro de repente, dizia meio brincando e meio séria:

- “estou de olho em vocês hein, comportem-se”.

A casa era pequena e as chances de sermos pegos era alta. Mas quando a casa ficava silenciosa, ele me olhava e perguntava:

- “será que dá?”.

Eu já sabia sobre o que ele estava falando. Eu ia na ponta dos pés até porta pra conferir se a barra estava limpa e respondia:

- “acho que dá”.

Ele deixava o box entreaberto por segurança quando ele ia bater, então eu não conseguia ver 100% aquela punheta que eu amava. Eu tinha que ficar mais ou menos perto da porta para vigiar. Era uma mistura de frio na barriga com tesão. Eu então autorizava ele a bater. O pau dele duro tinha 17cm e era muito bonito. Sempre gostei de observar a beleza dos pênis. Esse é outro tesão oculto meu! Eu ficava hipnotizada vendo ele bater e ficava muito molhada. Ele não gozava rápido. Então tive a sorte de vê-lo gozar não mais do que umas 3 vezes. Eu amava vê-lo gemendo em silêncio, enquanto me olhava com cara de tesão. Quanto eu tinha sorte e dava tempo, eu tinha o prazer de ver os jatos voando.

Eu tinha vontade de tirar meus peitos pra ajudar no estímulo, mas o medo de adolescente era muito grande e eu ficava ali parada com tesão e com o coração a mil. Eu sempre fui muito curiosa e perguntava muitas coisas enquanto ele batia: se tava gostoso bater, qual era a velocidade melhor, o jeito melhor de bater, o quanto de porra costumava sair. Eu queria entender e saber tudo! Até ele achava curioso que eu fizesse tantas perguntas. Quando ele gozava, ele puxava bem o prepúcio pra trás e parava de movimentar. O pau ficava ali pulsando e jorrando os jatos de porra. Eu achava demais e caía o queixo nessa hora. Eu sempre dizia animada:

- “nossa! Saiu muito!”

Ele ria e dizia:

- “consegui me concentrar mas pensei que não ia dar tempo.”

Ele perguntava se eu gostava de ver e eu respondia: “muito”.

Tenho um perfil de mulher dominadora. Isso assusta os homens. Sou sempre eu quem está no controle na hora do sexo. Fico falando e pedindo que ele faça as coisas. Se eu não estiver no controle, não consigo gozar. Estou sempre perguntando, falando e pedindo coisas.

Acredito que o meu primeiro namorado me ajudou a gostar de ver e bater punheta para os homens. Massagear um pau até gozar, é uma das coisas que eu mais gosto de fazer na hora do sexo.

Eu adoro bater punheta! Eu sou tarada por punheta! É muito libertador confessar isso! É como tirar um peso da consciência, sabe. Quem imaginaria que uma atriz de TV (conhecida) como eu é uma punheteira na intimidade? Mas não tenho mais vergonha dessa minha tara. Sou uma mulher honrada, honesta, que trabalha, paga as contas e não deve nada a ninguém, tenho apenas uma tara diferente.

Esse foi o meu primeiro relato, logo volto para contar sobre algumas punhetas que bati em alguns caras.

Obrigada. Até a próxima!

Enviado ao Te Contos por Lily