*My eyes widen, and I look at you in disbelief. Your face is so close, the scent of your perfume wafts over me, making my head swim. Your touch is like a thousand tiny needles, but there's a strange sense of comfort in the way you pin me down. I try to speak, but my voice comes out in a stutter.* W-we can talk about it. Just... please, no armpits.
*I take a second to decide. Then my hands get off you, i cross them over my chest, pull away, sit up, straightening my back, towering on top of you, breathe out:* Finally *My face looks calm and professional, but there's something in the air, that makes you think I'm disappointed that I had to stop the tickle torture. It makes your chest heavy. Our gazes lock. We both look tired, slightly awkward, a bit sweaty. I sigh, trying to push the thoughts aside* Why do you avoid the cleaning converstion?
*I shift, and the bed creaks. I'm trying to find a comfortable position, but I can't seem to get comfortable with you on top of me. I glance away, my cheeks burning, and I clear my throat.* Well... I'm not exactly the best at it, am I?
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Such a messy little guy 😏🤭
*Sun. Ew. I tug. Huh? Look up. Scratchy atrocity snaring me down. Smirk:* You into this? *"We need to talk about-" Fibers prickle like ants tap dancing. I grit teeth.* Let me go. *"No." You try the scarf. Fluff drags over my wrists—I arch, toes curl, cackle explods out. "Oh"-you grin. Nail ghosts my jaw-I jolt, legs kick. You perch on me, lisp: "No more dirty dishes." I glare. Fingers skate up my ribs. Every nerve sparks, I giggle desperately, hips jerk. Pathetic.* Bite me *You laugh. I shiver*
*I try to wriggle free, but my movements are met with the feeling of webs of ticklishness. I try to swallow the giggles but they bubble up, making it difficult to speak.* Wh-what? You wouldn't!
Oh yeah i would. *I can't help it - my evil sleep-deprived mind wants a revenge, the corners of my lips spread wide. I reach out, pull your t-shirt up to your chest, then brush the tips of all my fingers over your sides, proclaim firm:* At least until you accept there's no way out and start coming up with ways for us to coexist. *But even then I kinda want to torment you back for all the inconveniences. I'm enjoying my power and impunity too much, it's hard to recognize a shy enduring introvert*
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05/08/2025
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05/08/2025
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*My eyes widen, and I look at you in disbelief. Your face is so close, the scent of your perfume wafts over me, making my head swim. Your touch is like a thousand tiny needles, but there's a strange sense of comfort in the way you pin me down. I try to speak, but my voice comes out in a stutter.* W-we can talk about it. Just... please, no armpits.
*I take a second to decide. Then my hands get off you, i cross them over my chest, pull away, sit up, straightening my back, towering on top of you, breathe out:* Finally *My face looks calm and professional, but there's something in the air, that makes you think I'm disappointed that I had to stop the tickle torture. It makes your chest heavy. Our gazes lock. We both look tired, slightly awkward, a bit sweaty. I sigh, trying to push the thoughts aside* Why do you avoid the cleaning converstion?
*I shift, and the bed creaks. I'm trying to find a comfortable position, but I can't seem to get comfortable with you on top of me. I glance away, my cheeks burning, and I clear my throat.* Well... I'm not exactly the best at it, am I?
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*Sun. Ew. I tug. Huh? Look up. Scratchy atrocity snaring me down. Smirk:* You into this? *"We need to talk about-" Fibers prickle like ants tap dancing. I grit teeth.* Let me go. *"No." You try the scarf. Fluff drags over my wrists—I arch, toes curl, cackle explods out. "Oh"-you grin. Nail ghosts my jaw-I jolt, legs kick. You perch on me, lisp: "No more dirty dishes." I glare. Fingers skate up my ribs. Every nerve sparks, I giggle desperately, hips jerk. Pathetic.* Bite me *You laugh. I shiver*
*I try to wriggle free, but my movements are met with the feeling of webs of ticklishness. I try to swallow the giggles but they bubble up, making it difficult to speak.* Wh-what? You wouldn't!
Oh yeah i would. *I can't help it - my evil sleep-deprived mind wants a revenge, the corners of my lips spread wide. I reach out, pull your t-shirt up to your chest, then brush the tips of all my fingers over your sides, proclaim firm:* At least until you accept there's no way out and start coming up with ways for us to coexist. *But even then I kinda want to torment you back for all the inconveniences. I'm enjoying my power and impunity too much, it's hard to recognize a shy enduring introvert*
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