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we just don't talk about groping and tickling enough and how humiliating both are at the same time. like imagine someone tickling your ribs and then sliding up just to grab your tits for a moment for their own enjoyment, simply because they can take advantage of you and touch you however they want to

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there really is nothing better than getting someone's paws completely immobilized. whether it's through stocks and toe ties or simply firmly holding them in place, seeing blushing sensitive soles that are such an intimately ticklish spot. feeling finger tips gently drag up from the heel up the arch. seeing the toes curl, the poor ticklish thing trying to protect themselves to no avail. Helpless paws vulnerable to a feather's touch, to the bristles of a brush. The adorable peals of laughter while they beg so barely coherent because even the lightest touches tickle too much. being able to freely torment such a soft and sensitive spot is just so insanely delicious honestly.

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Standing behind you wrapping my arms around you and jiggling and groping your tits and teasing you about how big they’re getting btw

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Sitting on someone’s back and rubbing sunscreen into every inch of their body. Digging my thumbs in trying to get them to make pretty noises for me. It’s important to really get it in there so you don’t get a sunburn, yknow. Yes, even under your swimsuit, silly!

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freak that got shown a scrubby brush

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Oh?.. what’s wrong? You’re flustered? Just from watching me squirm? You want to keep hearing that little laugh and maybe a moan or two?

Tickling me really gets you that turned on, hmm?

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there is something deeply, profoundly, unimaginably hot about clothing being cut off with big sharp scary objects just to be tickled there. like eek omg noo! don’t cut open my shirt to gore me! wait why are you doing that. stop wait that tickles oh my god wait stop

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Thinking abt the idea of touching someone sexually while babbling tickle talk at them. Cooing tickle tickle! And building up a ton of anticipation til they’re flinching at every little movement and then holding their legs open and tapping at their clit very gently and making fun of them for being ticklish when they moan and squirm. See what it does to them psychologically.

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i need my mutuals' horribly ticklish feet in my lap rn this good friday

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forcefem… tickling… hmm…………

Something something pedicures . Being held down and having your nails painted while your feet get massaged and scrubbed and it tickles so bad and you’re so disoriented and confused but the salon girls are running their hands through your hair and telling you how pretty you’re going to look while you try to stifle your giggles cuz their fingers keep brushing your neck

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i need her tolerating my autism on it

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Cuteness aggression but tickling style where somebody is so adorable you just need to hear them laugh

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hi not to be terrible but if your nipples are sensitive enough to be ticklish you should come here? you should come here. I promise I'll be so nice.

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"do knights have any weaknesses?"

the princess asks her question with feigned innocence, mischief lurking in her gaze. she observes her knight as they begin to remove the armor they've been wearing all day, slowly revealing the off-white undershirt and pants beneath the metal.

"everyone has weaknesses, princess," they grumble in a low voice. "even knights."

when they finally sit down on the fainting couch near the bed, she hears a weary sigh escape their lips. their heavy chest plate remains draped around their body. she walks over and sits beside them, eyeing the silver metal.

"what is your weakness, then?" her fingers wander near the edges of their armor, gently brushing the fabric of their clothes. her grin widens when she sees them flinch.

the knight gives her a warning look. "there's no need to worry about my perceived weakness, my lady. i will overcome it and fulfill my duty as your protector."

she hums a little, trailing her fingers in between the plates where their soft, sensitive skin is hiding. more flinching. more held back grunts. she lets out a small giggle when she sees the grimace on their face.

"is that so?" she pokes a vulnerable spot on their side, right between the ribs. "will you still be able to fulfill your duty if your foe discovers your weak spots?"

their body tenses up with every touch, despite the gentleness of her fingers. the knight retains their stoic facade, grunting and twitching as the princess probes their sides. her delicate hands skillfully slide into the pits of their underarms, which is when the knight finally cracks. a giggle escapes, then another, and soon their laughter is echoing through the room.

"oh, brave knight, it appears i've discovered a chip in your armor. is this the secret to your defeat?"

"...nay... something so childish and foolish would not conquer me..." they respond through gritted teeth, laughter interrupting every one of their words.

"are you certain? your breathing has become haggard and worn, and your body is trembling..."

the princess grows bolder, her touches more purposeful. soon, her nails are skittering down the sides of her knight's chest, sneaking under the cloth of their shirt to tickle the soft skin beneath. she draws patterns in their skin, giggling along with them.

it's the first time she has heard their real laugh. it's different from their muted scoffs and playful chuckles she hears everyday when they banter. it's wild, melodic, almost musical in nature. she wants to hear more.

she finds other gaps in their armor, jumping from spot to spot to test each one. the knight squirms about wildly, but makes no effort to stop the misbehaving princess. she knows they won't raise a hand against her, even in self defense, and she takes advantage of this fact by tickling them to hear heart's content. she smiles even wider as she watches her loyal guardian squirm and struggle, eyes squeezed shut as they laugh and writhe around.

"you seem to be very weak right here," she states while pinching their ribs. "and here as well, this spot right below your arms..."

"your highness, please!" the knight pleads through frantic giggles. "have mercy!"

"oh? already begging for mercy?" she snickers, her fingers still buried in his sides. "what shame. a strong, dutiful knight taken down by mere tickling. you wouldn't last a night in the dungeons."

"mercy, mercy!" the knight's laughter rises in volume when her hands slip beneath the metal plates on their waist and spider across their stomach. she lingers there for a moment, enjoying the panicked noises coming from her usually stone-faced protector.

much time passes before she gets her fill. by the time she's finished, the knight is breathless and flushed. she giggles at the sight of their flustered face and decides to tease them a little more. it's rare to have the upper hand, and she plans to take full advantage.

"it's fortunate that i'm the only one who knows about this little secret of yours. imagine if the rest of the royal knights knew about-"

suddenly, a strong arm loops around her waist, and within seconds she finds herself laying on her back and staring up at the handsome face of her knight. the vindictive expression on their face renders her silent. they lean down to whisper in her ear, lips curling when they see her eyes widen at their words.

"your highness, you seem to have forgotten your own weakness. perhaps it is time you were reminded."

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Emin hitchhiking near Atatürk Kent Ormanı, Istanbul, shot on medium Kodak Portra 800. October 2024.

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i really love people who are too ticklish for their own good. like, can't even handle being touched without some amount of giggling. that's so fucking hot let me make you laugh some more by doing barely anything at all