#pp tickle

[malzminz]

I CROHECTED ELLIOT!!!:3333

Erm…. 3 likes and I torture him :3

[mublerr]

Imagine teasing someone in middle age

like you know, times where only way to communicate beside talking is sending letter's. They were writing them with feather righttt?

These biiig, soooft feaaather's~

And many people didn't knew how to read so letter's with tease inside could have smth like

"[...] And i will use this feather that im writing this poem,

to give you tickles and fill you with laughter"

And the lee can just don't know what's writed there so when this situation from letter came up the ler just say's

"Why are you soooo suprised? I wrote that in the letter~"

[ghastigiggles]

about the last post I completely relate rejection sensitivity is AWFUL😭

BUT WE STAY SILLY! o7 ;;

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 2~

Intro here!

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His info: 🩹💎✨

MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, nipple play on reader, public lewdity, names for reader(love, ), public lewd teasing and such, over the pants hand job, orgasm denial(in a soft way tho) long span edging, lol how do you tag pp flicking ? XD that’s in here, long smut, tease, not proofread

There aren’t many people here, as per usual on rehearsal nights, so you have at least five seats of empty space on either side of Zharu and yourself. It’s also considerably dark enough with the stage lights being the only lights other than the red little exit signs.

Your legs widen slightly, subtly trying to welcome his touch.

His hair tickles your neck as you feel his face lean in, all but touching your heated ear, “Really, Love? You want me to continue? But… nobody can see me, I could do whatever I want to you. Doesn’t that scare you?” His low whisper has you shaking in your seat.

He squeezes tighter before running his hand further up, still an annoyingly respectable distance from where your body is boiling.

Your leg twitches under his touch.

You swallow, and take a shallow breath before responding. “You’re just trying to scare me. You still can’t do anything too crazy…” You don’t sound as sure of yourself as you meant to.

“Cant I?” his cockiness is annoying. “What about doing something like…~”

You feel his hand trace up your leg, then over your hip, pressing harder there as he passes by, drawing out a small gasp from you.

Looking down is almost useless, all you see is the indent of a hand in your black silk dress shirt, that is following the contour of your body and tracing you up to your chest.

Almost useless… It’s kinda hot watching your own stomach suck in so far shaking and shuddering under the ghost hand.

He stops over your chest on the side opposite to him, and runs his hand over you, gripping firmly for only a second before rolling his palm back over you.

Your breath hitches.

This time he pauses when his fingers are right on top of your hardening bud, he lightly traces it over your shirt, your mouth falls open slightly, and your brows are starting to peak already.

“Love,” he whispers breathily in your ear.

He pinches. Ever so slightly. And then again, a tiny bit harder, and then he’s tracing it softly, maddeningly, and then rubbing his whole hand over you.

You grip the armrests for dear life, and bite back whimpers and shuddery moans alike. Your body shakes from every little touch.

“They probably won’t be able to tell…” His voice rumbles quietly about something in your ear. Then he asks, “You have a jacket right?”

“What? Yeah…” It almost takes you out of it until his head dives down from your shoulder to the front of your chest. Anything under your shirt he’s pulled down to free you up while remaining still under cloth. His mouth latches onto the fabric right over your other nipple and you have to bite back a cry.

You end up making a noise that someone a few seats to the side of you, looks at you, brow furrowed. You try and pretend you were stifling a yawn, co-explaining the weird “stretch” you we’re doing at the same time.

She scoffs.

You don’t care, because your core is in roiling flames as he sucks on your sensitive skin through your expensive shirt.

You feel his tongue lapping over and doing circles around you in such a mind buzzing manner! You actually feel static in your head.

“P-please” You let out quietly in a puff of air. Have mercy, really, but you couldn’t get any more words out! You’re still shaking like a leaf.

“hmmmm~” He purrs up at you.

You rub your thighs together, not fully able to trust yourself to speak at a quiet volume.

Your shirt feels like ice against your chest now!

“oh ho ho, such a greedy little thing you are~” His hand finds your upper thigh and slowly dips down the inseam. Then following your pant stitch from your inner knee, all the way back up, before stopping, just before he gets to where you desperately want.

You almost huff in annoyance until you feel just the tip of his finger make contact with you, sending a jolt of instant burning pleasure coursing through you.

From one touch?

He flicks you softly, eliciting a sweet gasp and causing you to bolt upright in your seat.

His blazing hand covers the sting next and you almost whimper into him!

Those fingers and his palm deftly work you as you bite your lip to the point of drawing blood to keep yourself silent.

You’ve completely lost track of where you even are right now.

You’re in a zone that’s all about your burning pleasure.

Feathery touches through your slacks that are maddening, but somehow just what you needed bring you straight to your peak and past in such a gentle ascent you could cry.

Something in you pops and a soothing coolness washes over you sweeetly

“ahh~” a small gust from your bruised lips slips and feels like cool velvet caressing so lightly over them it hurts.

His fingers trace your lips, you practically chase them until he dips them into your wetness. “Suck~” with his command, you take them in and eagerly do just that.

“mmmf” You savor the taste of his skin, gods you look so lewd right now, mouth slightly agape and tongue swirling around nothing, while you hold yourself down with every muscle in your body, yet still is visibly shaking from the thunderous pleasure electrifying your core.

“Think you can hold out until later~?”

You shake your head and practically bite his fingers, no! no you can’t!

“So impatient, I’ll have to teach you better~”

“mmm!” You whimper and rut against his hand that’s slowed down drastically against you.

He tsks, “My my, you really want to make a mess here?”

You didn’t really think of that, and slowly your mind fog pulls away from you.

You chase it, but he gently nudges you back to the present. Calming your body with firm but soft gropes to your thighs, and warm hand presses over your stomach. They’re less sexual now, but no less charged.

Your breathing slows, the winding heat is reduced to a bearable simmer, where it sits until you look back up to the stage.

You only missed a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

~

Exhaustedly, you fall onto your couch, throwing more shopping bags with clothes and cloth masks, and a darker tan coloured foundation that Zharu picked out.

You had an idea earlier, right after he edged you.

Maybe with makeup you can make him visible!

as long as he wears a hood. and a mask. and sunglasses.

He’ll certainly fit the high profile excuse after this… If it works.

It’ll be more work, but it saves him from wearing a hot mask all the time once the weather warms up that would be a nightmare.

Not…

Not that he’s staying that long.

You didn’t think of it yet, but does he want to go back?

Would you want to go back?

Well, you don’t even know what his life was like before.

“Hey, what was your life like over there?” You bluntly ask. It’s not a really serious question, so why not.

“Ooooh~ You’re curious about me~” The floor creaks before he plops onto the couch next to you.

He’s in grey sweatpants (and you cant seem to forget that his crotch is right below you line of sight if you just keep your eyes trained on where his head might be, or on his arms… oh gods don’t look at his arms either) and spirals of gauze cover his upper torso and up his neck, and down his arms to his fingers, so that you can know where his body is.

His body that is impeccable.

Huffing in annoyance, you pull out the foundation from the bag. “come here.” You pull yourself closer to him using his leg as your anchor.

“Aye aye captain!” He happily scoots closer, crossing his legs up on the couch between you so that he’s as close as possible.

“What do you want to know about? It’s kinda a broad question…” You watch the floating gauze travel up to about where his head would be. He idly plays with hair that even he can’t see, trying to distract from the fact that he isn’t totally sure what to tell you.

Realizing you’ve been sat staring wide eyed like a doe in headlights, you clean your throat and hope he didn’t notice.

“What was your family like?” You ask, still a broad question, but this way you’ll possibly learn if he’s a cheater or not without outright asking if he’s got a partner.

You open the packages for the makeup products.

“Didn’t really make time for anyone other than a couple friends, my work kept me too busy for everyone else.”

“What kind of work?” You follow up. “May I?” You hold up the sponge with the drops of white and tan.

“mhm,” He confirms, you can tell he nodded first because of the little breeze you felt on your face before he audibly did too.

Applying some of the moisturizer, and then a layer of foundation is the easy part… You just have to spread it around evenly, and lightly padding around the contours of his face.

“My time was devoted to the arcane. I was not expecting sudden inter dimensional travel and loss of visibility to be a hazard of that particular experiment, but here we are, really should have though…” he says honestly.

“What do you plan on doing now?” You find your other hand has joined in the application process, feeling around for his eyes and nose without much thought, until you find his soft lips and suddenly realize you’re way too close. “Sorry!”

“You gotta do what you gotta do right?” He chuckles.

“Right!” You try to laugh off that weird hot feeling but it clings to your insides like molasses.

“To be honest i don’t really know… I’m…” He cuts himself off. “I don’t know,” He lets out an empty laugh. “Anyway, is this working? can you see me?”

Your face has been getting warmer and warmer… The more you apply a skin color to this enigma the more he becomes a real person…

A real person that you’ve let touch you… A real person that you don’t know.

“Earth to Y/N?”wait.. It is still earth we’re on right?”

“Sorry… Y-Yeah! it um… It actually is, from this close it’s kinda creepy, but i think with everything else you’ll fit right in here!” You psych yourself back up, trying to refocus on the present and helping him.

“Can I see?”

“Oh! Of course! You bend over the side of the couch to find a hand mirror, until instead you feel his hands on your body instantly reinvigorating that fire in your belly. It hadn’t left. not entirely.

But now, it’s back.

He presses his wrapped hands into your flesh above your hip bones and traces them inward. traveling with the heels of his palms down to your navel.

When he goes down far enough to even feel the first inclining of pressure where you need it your damn almost hurts right there. You’ve been in so much discomfort, running around the way he left you!

“I think I’ll let you cum now~”

“Oh wow thank you all mighty one” You say sarcastically and roll your eyes, “the fuck?” Your torso snaps back into place and you cross your arms. That fire that lasted all day, getting snuffed out in a second.

“you’ll be thanking me soon enough~,”

[jeewrites]

WIP Wednesday (posted on an actual Wednesday 😆)

So proud of myself for posting on the actual day!

Thank you @ohforficsake @evolnoomym for the tag!

Remember PP spinning around in his Acacius costume?

Well, I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to put it on a bowl! I screenshotted the video from Coco to get the still images, fought with Canva to remove the background, and finally printed the little decals today. When I get a bowl out of the kiln (everything was still at like a 1000F when I went in today) I’ll apply the decals around the rim so when you spin the bowl, he spins too 😂 I’m so tickled by this silly little project (I really needed it after having to write a “super serious” artist statement for this exhibition I applied for).

I also printed more Acacius in battle armor to make 2.0 versions of the mugs after the holidays!

NPT: @katareyoudrilling @604to647 @maggiemayhemnj

@studioghibelli @lady-bess @ladamedusoif

@immarocketman @inept-the-magnificent

@intheorangebedroom

[bloodlust-1]

Ever read a Halsin x Dark Urge?

No? Yes? Maybe?

Okay - well you will now.

posting a small snippet of what I'm working on as a small teaser ;pp hopefully I can get it out by tomorrow. Oh, did i forget to mention it's a female dom? Yeaah, big boy is ganna have to work for it, LMAO <3

Anywho -

here's a lil something until then :*

EXPLICIT 18+ BELOW!

Tav tilted her head, watching Halsin’s eyes dart around her wet body and then back to her lustful eyes. “You couldn’t handle someone like me,” she teased, a mischievous glint playing in her eyes. “Trust me, I would destroy any innocence you think of me…and maybe it’s best to keep it that way.”

Halsin hummed to her words. Captivated by Tav’s boldness, he felt a wave of desire but masked it with a seductive charm. His voice was smooth as he replied, his words dripping with honeyed persuasion.

“My love,” he began, his gaze intense yet inviting. “Innocence has its allure, but the fire in your eyes tells a different story...Perhaps it is not about handling you but rather embracing the chaos you bring."

He continued, leaning closer to her, his hands resting on her hips, "Even nature's most dangerous of predators has its beauty. You have hunter eyes -" Halsin brought one of his hands to rest on her cheek, bringing her body against his in a tight-knit, "Piercing. Dangerous. But beautiful."

Her breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest and it brought a fever across her cheeks. The sweetness in Halsin's voice was enough to make Tav question her better judgment.

Tav giggled and tickled his muscular arms with the tips of her nails softly, "Mmm, you're so tempting, druid." Tav gently peeled herself away from him. She clutched onto his hands, leading him deeper into the river until the water reached her shoulders.

Tav splashed a handful of water toward Halsin, causing him to chuckle as he playfully splashed back. Laughter filled the night air in this innocent water fight.

To be continued

Full story here

[thesymphonytrue]

Trick or Treat 🎃

Okay here is a draft of first part of my White Coller X Sherlock fic! Lol I really like this scene and wanted to share! I hope to work more on this fic over the holidays as I’ve been working on it over a year now 😂😅

White Collar FBI Office, New York City, U.S

Peter scanned the email again, then glanced down at his CI, Neal Caffrey, in the bullpen. Neal was (or at least appeared to be) diligently working on case files, brows furrowed and leg bouncing up and down with unreleased energy.

Neal did need some excitement. The past few weeks of mortgage fraud cases that required sitting still at a desk was beginning to wear on both Neal and Peter, the former just needing to run around like a puppy and the latter needing some new scenery to keep him from dropping his head on the desk and taking a well-deserved snooze.

But was this newest request too much new scenery?

He read the email yet again:

Agent Burke,

It has come to my attention that you possess one of the best art forgers in the world and I am in need of that kind of expert (I admit my brain does not make room for artistic work other than my daily violin practice, which I feel is sufficient for my line of work).

Would you kindly meet me and my partner at 221B Baker St, London next Tuesday at 1 pm? I have a rather exciting case that I feel your team would be interested in. I have attached the case file for your viewing pleasure. Please respond promptly.

Cheers,

Sherlock Holmes

PS. This is John typing this out and while I begged Sherlock to not use the word “possessed” in regard to your Criminal Informant, he insisted that particular word be used and therefore, I apologize. We (well, I) realize that Neal Caffrey is a human being and not a tool being used by the FBI for its advantage.

PPS. Yes, I realize how passive aggressive this sounds.

PPPS. We really do need your help with this case, as much as Sherlock would hate to admit it. -John

London. Peter thought.

The last time he was in London, he was chasing Neal. To return to that city on the same side as him would be exhilarating.

But can I trust Neal in a foreign country?

Peter wanted to trust Neal, he wanted to take the road trip across the pond but—

“Hey Peter!”

Peter jerked up from the computer, closed the email, and turned to see Neal casually leaning against his office door, eyes sparkling like he knew something Peter didn’t.

“How long have you been standing there?” Peter asked, already exasperated.

“Off to London, are we?,” Neal said in an impeccable British accent.

Peter groaned, “Neal, knock before you come into my office–”

“Peter,” Neal smiled brightly and stuffed his hands into his pockets, “We’ve been working together long enough that you should know better.”

Peter humphed. Neal had a point. He begrudgingly opened the email and let Neal read it.

“So have you worked with Holmes before?” Neal asked, still bent over Peter’s desk, invading Peter’s personal space.

“No,” Peter said flatly, “And I don’t care to. He seems cartoonish to me. Not real.”

Neal raised an eyebrow, “You do realize you told me I looked like a cartoon on our first day working together?”

“And that hasn’t changed!” Peter said, a humorous smile tickling his lips, “If I hadn’t met you outside that bank, I would have thought you weren’t real either with all the crime you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time.”

Peter meant this as an insult, but Neal, of course, smiled proudly and batted his eyelashes.

“Peter, you flatter me!”

Peter waved him off and returned to the email.

“What do you think of the postscript?”

“Oh John Watson? The writer scrambling to make Sherlock Holmes appear more human? He’s his blogger. And er…partner?”

“Blogger?” Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Partner? As in partner?”

“God, Peter, I don’t know their personal relationship!” Neal’s eyes lit up, “You know a lot of people would think that we are partners…”

“Shut it, Neal!” Peter flushed, cheeks warming, “But on a serious note, what is a blogger and why does a detective like Sherlock Holmes need one?”

Neal sighed, it was a sigh of a younger generation trying to explain something to an older one.

“Watson writes about Sherlock’s cases. It’s quite interesting. I’m not into murder mysteries, so I don’t read them often, but sometimes they deal with high priced art and antiquities and they are quite the dynamic duo,” Neal looked Peter up and down as if examining him, “Perhaps as well matched as you and me.”

Peter met Neal’s eyes, “No one is better matched than you and me.”

For a moment, the mask that Neal wore dropped and Peter could see all the way into his thumping heart. Peter’s heart softened at Neal’s vulnerability, the way he lapped up Peter’s compliment, drank it into his soul, and now it shone through his blue eyes staring at Peter in disbelief.

Peter chuckled softly and gave Neal a pat on the shoulder.

“Well,” he said quietly, “It’s true.”

[blitzwhore]

Hi! First, congratulations on achieving 1K followers! Good job, mate! Second, who am I to lose almost free fanfic))))? Let's say, hmmm, romantic, two words will be... "hot night", and word count will be... 427.

PS.: sry for probably bad English!

PPS.: night here is really hot, lemme look..... 37°C (idk what's that in Fahrenheit, sry my Russian ass please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Thank you :3 and please don't apologise for your English, it's not my native language either! I also don't understand Fahrenheit 😂 37ºC is really hot, please take care!

Also, you didn't specify a ship, so I took the liberty to write some Martha x Ms Mayberry because I felt like writing toxic femslash <3 here are your 427 words!

On AO3

Warning: mature

“Fuck,” Mayberry muttered to herself, “heat waves were supposed to be an Earth-specific problem.” 

With two fingertips, she peeled the front of her drenched shirt from her skin. Even her shorts and thighs were soaked with sweat, fuck's sake. 

A scoff came from the floor behind her. “You're in Hell, darlin’, in case you needed a reminder. It's supposed to be hot.” 

She rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a reply. 

“Anyway, I thought you were tryin'a kill me? Again? I'm gettin’ kinda bored here.”

Mayberry spun around to glare at Martha, who hadn't bothered to get up after being stabbed repeatedly on the chest. Her shit-eating grin almost made Mayberry want to finish the job, but… what was the point? It wasn't like she could make it stick. The bitch always came back annoyingly fast. And it was way too hot for it to be worth the effort. 

“Just get the fuck out before I change my mind,” she muttered. 

“And boil to death? No, thanks,” Martha scoffed. “At least your floor is sorta cold.” 

The audacity of this bitch—

“Listen here, you whore.” She straddled Martha and grabbed her by the collar, which was sticky with blood and sweat. Martha's coy smile didn't falter. “If you don't shut the fuck up I swear I'll—” 

“You'll what?” Martha leered. “Bore me to death? This is gettin’ a bit old, darlin’.” 

Mayberry growled. 

“Don't call me that.” 

“Why not?” Martha teased. “Does it turn you on?” 

Ugh. 

“You fucking—sex-crazed freak,” Mayberry spat. 

“Maybe.” Martha's fingers were suddenly trailing up her bare thigh. “I'm not the one who gets off to killing you, though.” 

Mayberry growled, hating the way that touch made arousal pool in her crotch, which was very much still pressed flush against Martha.

“Not that I'm complainin’,” Martha said. “I always thought you were pathetic, but I gotta admit, it's kinda hot when you go all crazy on me, darlin’.” 

Mayberry grabbed the dagger still lodged in Martha's chest. Martha just grinned defiantly and trailed her hand up to the front of Mayberry's shorts, tickling. 

With a snarl, Mayberry let go of the dagger and slid her hand down. 

It's the heat, it's just the heat, she told herself as she groped Martha's boob, squeezing her nipple hard through her drenched blouse. 

The slut never even wore a fucking bra. 

Martha grinned triumphantly. “That's more like it.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Mayberry barked. 

Martha unbuttoned Mayberry's shorts. She gripped Mayberry's hips, pulled her closer—licked her lips. 

“You'll have to make me, darlin’.”

[ofallthingsnasty]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-KciIbk_oA&pp=ygUWcG9tZXJhbmlhbnMgdHVnIG9mIHdhcg%3D%3D

This is one of my new fav videos of two Pomeranian puppies playing tug of war and I just imagine basement wife having TWO purse dogs and they’re playing tug of war like that. She thinks it’s so cute and adorable until she realizes what they are trying to rip to shreds is one of Crocodile’s ties whoops 😬

(I love how the doggos in this video are literally just…potatoes with legs)

link to the video - oh goodness, that is so cute 😭💕

part one, two and three of basement wife and puppy, minors dni

Hold on, hold on - first we have to talk about the fact that he got you two puppies, not one? My, you must have been exceptionally good for him. Husband of the year award would probably go to Crocodile if it wasn't for the fact that you're with him against your will 😭

Two little dogs... How much they'd light up your drab life. Always playing with each other, chasing the other through the halls, vying for your attention. You could just watch them all day, even while they're napping. You'll probably try your best to put together toys/parkours with what you can get your hands on (but always careful not to damage anything, you put everything back into the proper place lest Crocodile catches you). Bracelets and heavy jewelry get re-purposed to drape them on your little poms, anything to tickle your brain and get a least a smile out of you. Whenever he's in particularly good humor, he leaves some treats around so you can train them (or at least try to, with how inconsistent it all is) - paw, spin, jump, and your favorite: kisses - they're pretty much all you have and you pour all of your love into them.

But you're not the only one getting bored - it's not like you can take them out for adventures, so your territory is also theirs. And a little dog explores that all too quickly, especially a sassy one like a pom. You'll find them going through cupboards you never knew they'd be able to reach, hiding under the sofa or sitting smack-dab in the middle of it, ruining the bed, fighting over your socks like they're made out of precious metals. It makes you a little sad to see them confined to the same hamster wheel that you are, but all you can do is let them have their fun and clean up after them. (Because when Crocodile catches on, he likes to punish both you and them by keeping you apart. The dogs, like you, are decoration, something to put a smile on his favorite possession's face, so they better not piss into some corner or tear apart the expensive cushions of his favorite chaise.)

So when you notice that the fabric they're fighting over is way too tight to be a sock - and worse yet, finely patterned in a way you recognize - you try to save the remnants, desperately telling your tiny pups to stop, stop, stop before their little teeth can tear the tie to shreds. But it's too late - it's already full of dog saliva and clearly chewed on at the edges, coupled with the distinct smell of animal, not your husband's favorite cologne.

He's not a man you want to hide this from (not to mention that you have no place to tuck it away, nothing truly belongs to you in this place), because he'll figure it out as soon as he'll search for that particular one some day. A punishment is inescapable - but would turn way worse if kept away from him. Disobedience and dishonesty are grave offenses to a man like Crocodile, offenses that might result in you losing your little companions if pushed too far. So you gasp and bear the bloody welts on your ass and the cock shoved down your throat out of frustration right afterwards - anything to make it up to him, anything to keep them.

[toweroftickles]

So I just got out of Sonic The Hedgehog 3, and it was a blast, but I have a rhetorical question.

Tragic backstory aside, did anyone else immediately imagine Maria tickling Shadow to try to make him smile for once? And the ensuing tickle wars that inevitably must’ve resulted from that?

Kidding; I already know you were all thinking about it. You buncha weirdos.

PS. My sole disappointment is that in this entire franchise, Jim Carrey never said the line “SnooPING AS usual, I see.” Not once in 3 movies.

PPS. The new Superman movie looks like ass.

[wowstrawberrycow]

A Little Request

Pairing: LegolasXGimli- Gigolas

Warnings: none, only cute gays!

As usual here is the music I used to pour the words down. I'm not responsible for the music, just the words

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xm0zT8Sim3c&pp=ygUXcGxheWZ1bCBvcmNoZXN0cmEgbXVzaWM%3D

🌈"Always remember to have fun while you can readers."🌈- me!

With ears twitching a certain elvan deer caught the melodic sound of the market just waking up to start the day. Their dull open eyes glittered, blinking away lovely dreams. Air filled their chest before they had time to turn towards the window. Zeroing in on the delightful sounds of the people in Rohan’s village made them smile widely. This was the first time they had a chance to pay attention to such things. Or, perhaps it was that they felt far too estranged to enter a human market without fear of whispers. At home, there was nothing of the sort. Perhaps… It may be nice to see.

The elf poked their head out the window feeling bouncing rays of sunshine fall on their nose. Their ears wiggled in happiness. Their grin drew up larger as their eyes zeroed in on the sights across the way. Their demeanor grew even lighter once they turned to the sleeping dwarf in their room. With reverie they sighed, keeping a soft smile. They dwelled far too letting their eyes trace over Gimli’s head of ginger threads, and his heavenly lashes for far too long

With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they strolled to the bed they shared playfully flickering Gimli's nose and flopping over him, " Darling, It's time to wake, lest you wish for creatures to nest in your mangy beard," they snickered, peppering his face with kisses.

"Ye leafy twig! It’s too early for shenanigans. What do ye want," Gimli's eyes shot open, grumbling deeply. With a long yawn, he playfully shoved the blonde off before sitting up.

The elf giggled squirming up to nuzzle against his chest basking in the physical contact. However, their content smile was replaced with a smirk when impish ideas lit their thoughts. They decided it would be fun to drop their weight fully upon Gimli causing him to fall backwards on the mattress. Legolas soon erupted in laughter that chimed down the hall that surely others would hear.

Letting out an abrupt choked sound Gimli captured his breath,  "Oh I'll give ye something to giggle about," Gimli grinned devilishly before attacking the elf's sides with tickling fingers. 

Sure enough, Legolas squealed, kicking their legs. Their cheeks flushed like strawberries on a summer day. "Dearest! Please!" 

Gimli’s expression only widened with mischief. The fact that he could pull such a wonderful reaction from the usually stoic elf egged him on further. Since their moment in the trees, his little gem had never been the same. It was changes like this that made his heart fly. He too couldn’t restrain the laughter and rolled Legolas onto their back staring eye to eye. "Please what?" He pinned his deer's arms above their head before grinning with his teeth. 

" No! Don't you dare! Don-" Legolas gasped as Gimli jammed his lips to his lover. Upon doing so the elf moaned allowing the dwarf's tongue to play. A strong lulled expression crept upon their face. Then, just as they felt like melting in their love's touch, they promptly busted out with laughter mid-kiss while their armpits were ferociously tickled.  

" Darling! You sneak, stop it!" Legolas’ big, bright cheeks burned as they playfully slapped their sunlight's shoulder. They continued to giggle stealing a kiss " You are my dearest wish darling.” 

Gimli chuckled affectionately, taking the others' lips, “ Alright Little leaf, are you going to share why you had to have my attention so early?”

Gimli took a low handsome tone before pinning the elf. His fingers combed through lush strands of golden hair.

Legolas could feel their sprout of chaos bloom into a dream. Their breath hitched slightly as they gazed at the man in partial disbelief. They hummed, hardly allowing their mind to latch onto his words. The sensation of warmth trickled into their chest, a content airy breath escaped them.

“Come on little gem, speak your mind. You left again.” Gimli chuckled jovially, patting the others’ face with a strong palm. Seeing the elf jolt back to reality made his heart flutter, “ Tell me what you want sweet one.”

Seeing their lover above them with such adoration made them flush deeply. That is all for me? Their heart drummed mildly unused to such affections. “I-I-I…. Um…W-w-would you. Y-you?” they gulped as the confident mischief of the morning passed, “Take me to explore the city?”

Gimli hummed another chuckle before pecking the other's nose, “Of course, I will deer,” he allowed his eyes to admire the gem of a love he had dug that day in Lothlorien. They are so gorgeous. He cupped the side of the elf's face simply enjoying flawless porcelain.

[mublerr]

The best part of meeting online friend irl from community is that...

You can do every little thing that u told, and you slowly see how it's going to be fun <3~

[theworldibuilt4you]

[Unable to fall asleep again so soon (the daylight and pain were being fairly distracting… They hoped those pills kicked in soon.), Addie reluctantly pulled from listening to Sonny's "heartbeat" and propped their head up to look him over, instead; at his face, his hair, his various arms. They smiled passively. They didn't want to think about where they'd be if they hadn't met him… Even before the events of the previous night he had already saved their life, but in a different way; a continuous way. They were far from the snake they used to be.]

[Unbeknownst to them, as they conducted their silent appraisal, their face ended up in perfect alignment so as to ensure their thin, forked tongue flickered lightly at his cheek with each autonomous "sniff." They couldn't exactly see their tongue as it was ignored by their brain, much like one's nose is. It felt not too dissimilar to a feather - light and fleeting.]

[Rather unfortunately though, the tongue that had been flickering against his skin and stubble had felt, as described, like a feather being tickled on his face. He had mostly remained asleep during all the other shifting movements- But for some rather peculiar reason, this little motion seemed to make him stir the most. His nose scrunched up, chest fluttering as his body seemed to shudder-]

[Was... Was he laughing..?]

[The faintest chuckling was coming from his chest, body jittering with each tickle gracing his face. He was definitely coming too now...] "pp...Pfff-ft- W--whha- Haha--! Stoopppp...!-"

[He still sounded half asleep- perhaps he wasn't even meaning to address them or talk to them in any way]

[candy-for-the-win]

((This is Amber, Anneliese’s candy acid trip demon :pp))

“I’m gonna tickle you~”

[[ OOOO-!!!]]

“I don’t think I wanna get touched today.”

[gojo-mochi]

exposing myself a bit idk if other people have this same kind of feeling? or trait

but I love LOVE the feeling of something going down my throat when it big (not sexually) Like that one scene from Soul Eater of Soul eating a soul and it just like bulge in his throat before going down? That scene stuck with me forever.

So when im eating alone, I like to stuff my mouth with a ungodly amount of food, chew it all til. mush, and then swallow it all down at once like a big ball of food. Like almost to the point of where I could choke on it. The feeling of it bulging in my throat just tickles a part in my brain that makes me happy.

Idk if i would like it the same way with a pp cuz i never had a parther that big before

[littlenighttales]

who often more wins tickle fights? (i'm sure asriel bc's he just can't take it :PP)

“I suppose it depends on what you mean by ‘winning’. Is it truly victory if you, for example, are tickled for too long and leave a pee stain on the carpet?”

“Asriel and Frisk do win in that case.”

(Oh Chara. That’s just cruel.)