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I wish obsessively that you will make me giggle someday… No, not with your silly puns or dad jokes, though I love those almost as much. It's…
I want to anticipate something great that will put my nerves on end, I want to squirm beneath you, I want you to tease me about how much I squirm. I want you to trace my tummy lovingly. And my ribs. Perhaps my feet. I want to find out how I react to it. I have an undying curiousity that has been burning away for months. I see your fingers in the videocall screen and almost blush sometimes. I want…I want you to do something to me that I can barely say the word of. I'd like to have cute playful fights with you like that netflix couple we like so much. I feel like a freak for wanting something like this so bad. And I'm sorry about that. And its completely ok If you wouldn't like to do these things with me, I mean, you do so much for me already.
Forever yours, someone who wishes really hard to be your lee as well as your QPP
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My parner has expressed the urge to steal my hoodies and it makes me really happy vjsndnksnsm
Im curious, does anyone else's qpr have a designated hoodie stealer?
#saddly that cant happen just yet cause we arent irl but oh well#queerplatonic partner#my qpp#qpr positivity#i love my qpp#aaaaaa#qpp positivity
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I love my qpp so fucking much holy heck
Im actually crying a bit right now cause...Im just so grateful for them. And for the fact that I have a 'someone'. Like what the fuck? Why? How? This used to be something in my imagination...a purely hypothetical thing. A 'somebody' who understood me and loved me who I could understand and love back. And now theyre real...? What the actual fuck?
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This episode of bluey is called: I finally told my qpp that I like t!ckling
And im feeling somewhat bittersweet about it. On one hand, they accept me and dont love me any less, yay! It was the most important thing for me. On the other hand, they arent interested. Which is ok, Im glad they were honest and that they dont feel pressured into anything. But also...Im not sure if I explained myself completely to them. What happenend was me coming to them for comfort [we are long distance through discord, so this translates to asking for a hug and them replying with hug gifs]. And of course, they also asked what was wrong. I told them about the massive thought baby in my brain and how it was hard to tell them and stuff. They reassured me a lot that they would love me no matter what I said and so then...It took me three attempts to tell them. The first time I made it kind of like a riddle; "An activity I like thats pretty normal but weird to like". The second was: "I can't even say the word of this activity cause it feels weird" [adding a ! to it makes it less weird tho lol]. And so the thrird time, I went right in for the kill: I think being t!ckled is fun, I wanted to let you know, Im open to doing it with u but only if u want blablablabla, etc. The parts I left out were that I primarily want to be on the recieving end of the interaction [yes, lee here ><] and that I get into moods sometimes where I really want it and that I quench my thirst with tumblr.
The way they responded was with their own experiences with the activity, and how they found being t!ckled way too overwhelming. They were happy I told them but sad about being unsure about doing the activity with me. I made it clear that it was ok for them not to like it and that I didnt want to pressure them, and that was that. I was somewhat stupid...I didnt say that I was more interested in being on the recieving end cause uhhh embarassing. Maybe if I specified they mightve said something different? But also, they mentioned that they like their personal space so perhaps not. Either way, im a tiny bit unsatisfied that they dont know all the details entirely, but its something I dont mind shoving into the brain closet for a year or two before bringing up the topic again.
The last thing is uhh; thank you to the people who heard my first rambling, and especially that one person who gave advice and stuff, you helped me feel less alone ^^
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This episode of bluey is called: How within the entire universe of fuck do I tell my qpp that I like t!ckling??
Seriously....Can someone help? Ive been keeping in this secret of mine for not even a year [thats when I found the community] and I already want to spill it to people outside of it. I was so fucking close to telling a friend, since I vented about them about how I have this thing I wanna tell my qpp but cant. They asked me what the thing was and I-
Yeah...I feel like I should shove my want to come out deep down. No one needs to know about it. They would think that I'm a creep. And yet for some reason part of me still wants to?? And I keep fantasizing about everyone else finding out by accident, id honestly prefer it that way? Because coming out about it just feels weird. But... Ive been wanting to tell my qpp for months, how do I make it completely clear that I just like it as a cute friendly activity and also that I simply want to tell them? that I dont want to pressure them to t!ckle me if they dont want to?
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tHIS SHIT'S ADORABLE, good job :']
Pillow Fort Tickles
(Hi! This is my first tickle fic, so if it like sucks then my bad fellas. Anywho, enjoy!)
Ler: Kinger Lee: Pomni
Today’s adventure had been a disaster. Long story short, Caine had unleashed some absolutely horrific critter into the circus, leaving all of it’s occupants in quite a difficult situation. Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax were hurt, Pomni was shaken up, and Zooble had fucked off somewhere else. Kinger was (surprisingly) the only one left in even a slightly good mental state as he had hidden in his “fortress”.
After what seemed like a good hour or two (to Kinger atleast) after the adventure, he heard a light knock on the pillow that was placed where a door would be. Kinger moved it slightly out of the way and peeked his head out, only to be met with the eyes of Pomni.
“Oh! Pomni! How can I assist you?” He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side.
Pomni looked down, “I was just- uh- wondering if I could- umm..- come in.?” She pointed at the fort.
“Why of course!” Kinger slightly moved aside to make room for her to enter.
The fort was surprisingly spacious on the inside, with a corner dedicated to a few bug enclosures to another corner, visibly comfier than the rest, that Pomni could only assume was meant for resting. Eventually, Kinger’s voice snapped her out of her deep thought.
“Would you like to hear about my bug collection??”
Pomni nodded, watched him pull out a few bugs from seemingly nowhere and then begin his infodump. One thing that Pomni didn’t notice, however, was the bug slowly making it’s way to her side. Kinger, on the other hand, did notice and quickly scooped the bug up, accidentally grazing his hand over Pomni’s middle, making her squeak. He immediately paused and looked up at her.
“What was that??”
Pomni’s face was quickly turning a bright red.
“N-nothing!”
Kinger, didn’t believe a word of that. He repeated his action just to test it. Once again, Pomni squeaked.
“Don’t do that!” Pomni’s face grew redder with each passing second.
“Are you ticklish?”
Pomni didn’t respond. That was enough of an answer for Kinger. He put down his bugs and poked her a few times, making her choke down a giggle or two. She reached out to attempt to stop Kinger and grab his hands, which made Kinger simply push her hands out of the way and continue his attack.
After a few minutes, he decided to up his game. Going from pokes to soft tickles on her stomach. Pomni’s giggles finally started to pour out. She covered her mouth to muffle the noise. Kinger paused for a moment to move her hand before immediately going back to business.
“Don’t silence yourself! I want to hear your laughter!” He playfully scolded.
Eventually though, Pomni was able to regain her control and hold back her giggles.
In order to break the barrier, Kinger began to scribble at her ribs. This provoked a shriek from the poor, little jester.
“WAHAIT!! KIHIHINGERR!!! NAHAHAHAAOO!!”
The chess piece giggled at her as he continued his onslaught for a few seconds longer before letting up and taking his hands away.
“Are you okay??”
Pomni was a tired, giggly mess.
“Mhmmm!!..”
Kinger gently picked her up, took her over to the comfy corner that Pomni had seen earlier, and gently placed her down. She yawned and softly rubbed her eyes, clearly exhausted. Kinger sat down next to her and simply watched. After a few long minutes, she succumbed to her weariness and fell asleep. Kinger sighed.
“Queenie would’ve adored you.”
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Getting a shit-ton of lee thoughts at 1 am, semd help :']
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reblog if you want someone to tickle you until you’re red in the face and limp and so deliriously happy with giggles that you can’t even look at your ler
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That feel when you're in such a lee mood that you attempt to tickle yourself...
#t word#the perils of being a lonely lee#tickle thoughts#it actually kinda worked on my stomach#felt like zaps#tickling#sfw tickling community
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