when they take a break from tickling you and try to cuddle but your nervous system is still sending electric sparks all over so you flinch wherever they touch you and they just laugh fondly at you about it
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There's just something in the air of watching teenage corny ass movies that has me jotting down ideas ✍️✍️
Something about an awkward nerd who has a prolonged crush on a popular girl yet doesn't know her ticklish secret. Then the popular girl's best friend trying to help the nerd get with her, discovers her ticklish secret, tickles her almost everyday to persuade her to fall in love with her.
With a terrible love triangle and Sabrina Carpenter music you got a hit!
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um- mmmmen. men. boys. guys. ticklish men. men who wheeze. calm/stoic men who will start giggling as soon as you wiggle your fingers at them. guys who blush because of verbal teasing. feather ticklish bois. guys who like being chased. men who can ask for tickles. boys with ticklish ears. guys who would genuinely try to stay still for their ler. men who like both tickling others and being tickled. boys who are playful. mennnn. guys.
(If you're reading this you agree.)
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Okay okay okay but like
Everyone out here talking about Crowley's hinted at memory problems. How he remembers Heaven and making the stars, but not working with Saraqael. How he remembers going into battle, but not with Furfur. How he doesn't seem to remember Aziraphale in Eden, even though it turns out they met at the Pillars of Creation. How he knows what it's like, looking where the furniture isn't. Memory fussing. Clearly something Heaven Does.
But no one is talking about that Heaven's memory wiping was only mentioned once directly. And only in reference to Gabriel, who was explicitly not being cast down to Hell, but demoted.
Like some Cherub-turned-Principality, which could be either a promotion or demotion, depending on what Angelic Hierarchy you subscribe to?¹
What if the reason Crowley and Aziraphale's meeting in Eden seemed so first-meeting-ish not just because only Crowley's memory was messed with?
What if Aziraphale's memories had been also?
Neil said that these two had known each other for a LONG time between the s2 meet cute and the beginning of actual time/their meeting in Eden.² Surely Crowley would have given his name at SOME point if that were the case. And we know Aziraphale had a hard time switching from Crawly to Crowley, so even if he assumed his newly Fallen friend had intended to choose a new name, there's almost no way he *wouldn't* have just called him by whatever name he already knew him as. Why does he wait for Crawly to introduce himself, instead of just referring to him as Raphael, or Baraqiel, or Kokabiel, or Jophiel or whatever your favorite Proto-Crowley Angel Name is? And why does it seem like they don't even know each other, even a little bit?
What if they knew each other super well in Heaven, and after the Battle, both had their memories mucked about in, and both got Demoted??
What if in Eden they were meeting for the first time again, and they still ended up choosing each other over Heaven and Hell????
What if nothing the powers of Heaven and Hell can do can keep these two Inefffable Idiots apart????
Please help I'm .__o.>-<
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lee who's tickle spots shift around/turn on and off with little rhyme or reason vs. ler who finds it fascinating and searches out the ones that work in the moment calling it a "treasure hunt"
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i just want to mark up dr ratio’s pretty little body, his probably flawless skin coloured red with bite marks, almost purple from bruising. how pretty his butt would redden after just a few spanks, a cute blush on his pale skin.
he’d try his best to swallow down the whines that threaten to escape, forcing himself not to look away as if it admits defeat. but that’s fine, because you’d prefer to look into his eyes as you push yourself into him. excruciatingly slow and bigger than what you told him; your grip keeps him from turning away, shuddering breaths as he feels his walls stretching to accommodate the size.
“you lied,” his voice quivered, eyes flickering down between your bodies and back up to your piercing gaze.
“just because the truth isn’t what you expected doesn’t mean it’s a lie,” you laughed. “veritas, you know that.”
he grits his teeth, sucking in air when you push the remaining length fully into him, relishing in the way he struggles to get used to the feeling. but you don’t give him time, instead pulling out and thrusting back in in one fluid motion. the high-pitched moan that escapes his mouth surprises even the Guild member himself, an arm flying up to cover his mouth.
“well,” you breathed out, voice filled with amusement, “you would’ve known—”
a wicked smile on your lips as you thrusted your hips, again and again, “that the arrogant.”
“self-centred.” another hard push.
“doctor.” and another.
“veritas.” and another.
“ratio.” a final thrust directly hitting his prostate, the throbbing bundle of nerves sending shocks up his body. every buck of your hips eliciting yet another whiny moan, shaky breaths as he tries to compose himself to no avail. and finally, you give him a break, cock pressed deep inside him while the doctor squeezes his eyes shut.
“could make such cute sounds,” you sneered, ripping his arm from over his face to expose how red he’s gotten.
for all his intelligence and knowledge gathered from his studies, veritas ratio could not utter a single word against you—afraid that the only thing that would leave his lips is begs for you to keep going.
but his hips trembled terribly, his walls twitching and squeezing around you. you didn’t need words to know how badly he ached; his body was honest enough, with the way his cock leaked a puddle of precum onto his belly already.
slowly, you started moving again, dragging against his sensitive walls. relief floods his face at the crumbs of stimulation, already feeling the familiar heat in his lower belly building up quickly.
his mouth hangs open, panting heavily as he nears the high he so badly craves. with hands nearly tearing the sheets, the venerable doctor arches his back, toes curling tight as a searing heat fills his lower body. the whimpers that left his throat are barely registered, rapidly losing control of his own body with every push of your hips. he grits his teeth and…
nothing.
he nearly chokes from the anticipation, and now it’s been violently ripped from him as all traces of your touch leaves his body. the timing was perfect. his cock drips with cum and yet his body felt cold, twitching.
you watched on with a cruel chuckle; how he writhes on the bed, how pathetic he looks after having his orgasm ruined. a slap to his still hard and aching cock jolts him back to reality, wondering just what else do you plan to do to him.
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There's something about the “something gets under the character's clothes and oh damn it actually tickles-” trope. that. makes me go feral. Their first yelp of surprise. The way they stand still, eyes widening in realisation. Then the first giggle slips, then another one, their body already giving a few twitches. And literally a few seconds later they're laughing their ass off, doing that goofy little dance and squealing “G-get it out, gehet it ouuut!” as they try to reach for that creature/thing themselves (unsuccessfully). Bonus points if their buddies are like “lol nah, this is too good~” and decide to enjoy the show for a minute or two alkskdjk-
This trope is so goofy, it's so fricking silly. Very silly. I love it and I need more of that.
bye lmao i was never here 🏃🏻
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