#tickle play

[crabhousecrafting]

hermitcraft “fun facts” are so hilarious because they’re always like

etho created the hopper clock! ⏰

xizuma created bedwars! 🛏️

cubfan is a published astrophysicist.

[rosekasa]

i think what i adore about ladynoir beyond high school age (18 and over) is the opportunity it leaves for some of the most DELICIOUS best friends to lovers scenarios. because, like, two people who've been fighting side by side for years? who've known each other long enough to make jokes about it, haha remember when we were fourteen and you-- we AGREED to never speak of it!!!! who've spent so long learning each other inside out, even, in chat noir's case, getting over feelings, that the idea of anything romantic between them is so far off the radar that they don't feel the need for certain boundaries, because why would it matter if they made jokes about how attractive they find each other, about getting married, about how they could totally mess with the rest of the miracle team by pretending they're hooking up because it's so far out of the realm of possibility.

but then there would be that imperceptible shift. the moment where one of them makes a joke and it feels just a bit more loaded than it should. gazes lingering where they never lingered and playful smiles turning curious. the sudden awareness that, while maybe they were cuddling on a rooftop with their best friend, they were also wrapped up in the arms of someone they trust with their lives, and is extremely attractive, and, wait, if the only reason it was platonic before was because there were no feelings, what does THIS mean?

THE TENSION. THE PINING. THE INHERENT MESS OF BEING IN YOUR TWENTIES. PLEASEEEE

[tickletails]

sneaky

[konigsblog]

mdni - tw: dubcon (?), tickle play

tickle play with simon because it's all i can think about

his large, warm hands attacking your sides sent you into a fit of giggles. you were giggling and laughing uncontrollably, until your ribs were hurting and tears were forming at your waterline. simon's thick, slick cock slid into you, but you didn't catch it — too busy giggling to notice how he was rocking his big cock into your sore pussy.

you didn't even register the pain. simon had a smile plastered across his face, from ear to ear. his large, rough hands ran up your body to your armpits, tickling you while you pleaded for him to stop through loud laughter. a low grunt emitted from him, going unnoticed. he furrowed his eyebrows, your walls continuing to pulse and tighten around his girth, squeezing him oh so tightly...

simon's fat balls slapped against your ass, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic the longer he drew out his orgasm. you wiped a tear from your eye, crying of laughter. pretty cheeks tearstained, leaving you flushed and hot and a mess beneath simon who was taking advantage of your vulnerability and dumbness...

and still, you didn't pay attention to the way your thighs and cunny became more and more sticky with his white, milky cum smeared across your skin. his heavy, tight balls slapping against your pretty ass as he rutted into you. he pinched your hardened and sensitive nipple with two fingers, moving his fingers to begin ticking underneath your armpits. your bodies became sweaty the more simon teased and fucked you, thrusting into you one last time before he came all inside your wet pussy.

you breathed heavily, dizzy and lightheaded. you only realised how simon had been fucking you when you felt him pull away, the heavy and hot weight of his dick easing away from your sopping wet cunt, his fingers replacing his cock. they pumped into you, and your jaw became slack from pleasure and surprise. you coated his fingers in sweet slick the more he pushed them into your hole, muttering about how stupid you were to let your guard down around him. he'd rub that spot, his thumb grazing against your sensitive clit, taunting you ‘til you came all over his abdomen.

and you're just so, so confused and tired to process how and what he was doing to you. :(

[choccy-milky]

omg clora’s boy disguise is so cute and pretty and just *chef’s kiss* i absolutely adore your artstyle! and your fic is so entertaining to read and is so well written! keep up the great work girl you’re amazing!

AW TY GIRLIE IM GLAD U LIKE MY STUFF!!🥹💖and ty for the nice message!!💖💖heres more pretty boy clora just for u BAHAHA💖 but yall thirsting after boy clora just got me thinking how seb has to watch out for even more competition LMAO i can just imagine clora laying on her boy-self's charm so thick (and basing her boy self's version on fairytales or romances she's read/trying to act like prince charming or some shit LOOL) and i defs put my own tastes into her boy design. i love the tom riddle-esque snooty pretty boys LOOL. its the same reason i was an ominis girlie when i first played HL before falling for seb SORRY SEB I WASNT ALWAYS LOYAL🤪

I DEFS WANNA DO MORE PREGGO CLORA its just tough since i do plan to write a bit of an epilogue when her and seb are older and they DO get pregnant, but also that wont be for a while...so maybe i will just draw it sooner instead🤔 and u are 100% right LMAOO if clora thinks seb is overprotective now, SHE AINT SEEN NOTHIN YET. HONEY ITS 4PM TIME TO GET INTO YOUR BUBBLE WRAP COCOON

seems like the perfect time to bring back this reaction image

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

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Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

i have no idea why i made this if you find out please let me know

SOBS

[konigsblog]

könig with an easily startled, ticklish reader... totally not projecting... 🤫

tickle play thots are now corrupting my mind :( those large hands attacking the reader's side, covering your mouth while you giggle and whimper, unable to pay attention to the way he's brutally fucking your pretty, slicken cunt because you're too busy giggling and wiping your tears pathetically, moaning accidentally as you clench down ‘round his thick, hard cock, cumming at once with watery eyes and your chest rising and falling as you pant breathlessly. :(

or, him restricting your breathing while tickling you all over, ‘til you're sweaty and breathless !!!

[yourlittlettoy]

Just two little creature girls, playing~

Check out @toadallytickles and mine’s costumes for Bella Bash costume party! Don’t we look fun to play with? 😇😽

[stardustpinkart]

Lucifer transformed back into his normal form. "Sorry for scaring you. I see you've discovered singing." He mused, sitting next to him.

Adam nodded, grinning. "It's fun, I really like it. I think it sounds nice... Um- ... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Lucifer tilted his head and laughed lightly. "Lucifer. I usually stay as a snake when I enter the garden?" The man perked up. "Oh yeah! The white one! I'm Adam!"

Lucifer couldn't help but grin at the human's enthusiasm. He adored it to be honest. "Trust me, we all know who you are. How are you enjoying life so far?" "Oh, I really like it! I like learning new things about myself. So far I've learned that I like sweet things, like fruit, and soft things like those other horse things- with the.. branches.. on their heads?" "Deer?" "Yeah, deer, I like those."

The angel smiled along with Adam, just as excited as he was about his discoveries. "You wanna know what else is soft? Here, I think you'll like it." He extended one of his wings out for Adam to feel, accidentally brushing it against his side. The human jumped and covered his side, a surprised grin spreading across his face followed by a sweet sounding giggle.

Lucifer gasped and scooted closer. "You're ticklish! I didn't know we were giving that to humans! Oh this is great, you're going to have so much fun-" "What's.. What's ticklish?"

The angel grinned, excitedly. "Lift your arms a little bit, I'll show you." Adam did as he was told, lifting his arms up. Again, Lucifer extended his wings, gently brushing them against Adam's sides. The human snorted and slammed his arms down, laughing. Lucifer pulled his wings back to avoid having them stuck under Adam's arms, instead reaching out and gently digging into the sides of his tummy.

Adam shrieked and threw his head back, laughing. Not wanting to overwhelm him, Lucifer slowed to a stop, and pulled his hands back. After a moment of giggling and catching his breath, the human looked back up at the angel, sitting up and smiling.

"Can you do that again?" -------------------------------------------

Based on this cute lil fic I found on Tumblr :) Theres an abudance of Hazbin stuff at the mo, a lot of it really good!

Its nice to think how it might have been in the early days. I grew up catholic, schools and the like(though we didnet really go to church or anything) so I know a few bits. The basic stories, Adam and eve, etc. I believe Lucifer was gods most beloved angel, even had a diffrent name, untill he fell. And that supposedly it hurt him terribly when his beloved angel did.

So since Hazbin already has an alternate lore, what REALLY happened in the beggining. I'm sure Adam would be a lot more innocent to begin with, more pleasant, after all, being nearly made, exploring LIFE. The worst aspects maybe came later especially if heaven and its angels overlypraised him, "Adam could do NOTHING wrong", which led to his arrongance and rudeness and cruelty. Perhaps in the beggining, Lucifer and Adam were even friends? It was later events that changed all that.

There is NO sexual themes here, just that of COURSE, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden. They coevered themsleves in leaves in shame after eating the fruit of knowledge right?

I was stumped for colours cuz, they do seem to vary. Like, Sir pentious, his new form was a lot less scary and threatening in heaven. SO I figured, when he was still alive and just starting in the world, he would have a more mortal colour scheme yeah? As would Lucifer have a softer angelic colour scheme back then

I really enjoyed drawing this :)

[somegrumpynerd]

Good heavens, look at the time! (Points to a clock where every hour is replaced with "gooptales")

@topazshadowwolf's boys will be the death of me please read it it's so good

[skyloftian-nutcase]

TotK DLC idea!

The screen is black. You don’t hear anything for a long time. Then, faintly, in the distance, you can hear it.

Link. Link. Open your eyes.

While the line echoes familiarity, the voice does not.

Or. Well. It does. Because while it isn’t Zelda, it’s a familiar man’s voice speaking gently, so gently you almost don’t recognize it because there’s no way he ever spoke like this in the main game.

But he is now. And instead of a golden light being the first image you see before the screen shows Link awakening… you see gloom floating in the air. The image cuts to a Hylian waking up who… doesn’t look like Link from TotK?? He’s different, still small in stature, with slightly tanner skin, platinum light blonde hair, and red eyes. But… something’s wrong with his forehead. There’s a weird line on it.

This new character you apparently are gonna be playing in the DLC blearily blinks his eyes open, clearly groggy and too weak to really move. But then that line on his forehead moves a hair, it splits apart, and you realize it’s a freaking eye, red and yellow and it’s like the ones on gloom hands and oh gosh what the hell is it doing on his forehead—

Link realizes something is off and his eyes blow wide, his hands reach for his forehead and he screams in agony and terror, only for someone to scoop him into a hug to soothe him.

And suddenly you realize why that voice was eerily familiar.

It’s Ganondorf. He resurrected you from the era of the Imprisoning War. You, who have a history with him and his family. You, who he wants to protect, who he views as his kid, who he calls a prince and says he’ll keep you safe by controlling your body with his dark magic if he has to.

Welcome to Tears of the Kingdom: Hero’s Shadow.

You have to play a long gone Hero who was resurrected. Ganondorf, who is still recovering his strength in preparation for killing the current Hero, tasks you with finding your betrothed, his daughter, as well as his wife. They’re buried somewhere in the Depths like you were. He wants you to find their burial sites so he can use his secret stone to resurrect them like he did you, and control them as well. Which is doubly bad when you realize his wife was the original Sage of Lightning. He gives you free reign to wander once you go through a tutorial (he tests you to see if you’ve recovered enough strength), because he knows you love wandering and collecting things. Your own personal objective, however, is trying to help Hyrule from the Depths, to break free from Ganondorf’s control, because Link would rather set himself on fire than let Ganondorf resurrect and control the love of his life and his mother-in-law. Your best hope is to find shards of the shattered Master Sword to try and stab the eye on Dark Link’s forehead and break the control Ganondorf has on you. Until you can, though, the monsters are your allies, you can teleport across the Depths by manifesting out of the gloom created by gloom hands (just like what Phantom Ganon does), and the world below is your oyster. If you get too close to sword shards when gloom hands are nearby, Ganondorf can see your attempt and immediately takes control of your body, and no matter what button you press Link just walks back to Ganondorf’s location and stays there until you get a chance to try again.

You start with three hearts, all empty looking like when gloom hurts you, and if you get injured they just shatter. Whenever they all shatter, you respawn at Ganondorf’s location because his gloom hands came and rescued you from dying. The only way you can get more hearts is by collecting poes and offering them to the statues in the Depths. You can communicate with the spirits of soldiers, who may give you combat tips or info about the area. If you gain enough of Ganondorf’s trust, he’ll let you command monsters, and he might even let you wander the Surface (under his supervision) during a blood moon.

You learn of Link’s and Ganondorf’s history through discovering ancient relics/texts that trigger memories. This connection between you and Ganondorf stems back to time before the war, well over ten thousand years ago. Link was engaged to Ganondorf’s daughter, but during the Imprisoning War the family fought against the demon king. Ganondorf did love his family, but he loved power more. Link sacrificed himself, letting himself get mortally wounded to save Rauru from a killing blow. Gan held him as he died, and it allowed Link to both beg him to stop and stab him in the heart with a light shard. The shard didn’t kill him, but it was what Rauru connected with when he hit him in the chest, allowing him to seal Ganondorf away. Ganondorf still wants the world, but his love for his family is still present, though now twisted, so he thinks he can control Link and everyone else with his dark magic in order to keep them safe and in line. Once the threat of the current Hero is eliminated, the world will be his, and his family will be safe. As such, he treats you, Link, the player, like a stubborn child, reeling you in, but does so in a horrific way, torturing Link by controlling him.

You have to break free of this and stop him, and the only hope you have is the distant call of a sword spirit…

[heavensickness]

"Leander isn't affected by MC's curse because he is already fucked up to the max" is my favorite theory btw

[tickle-minion]

Ticklish Farm hand

SFW, but some really evil tickling as the young farm hand learns what happens when he misses a day of work.

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Luke was attending community college in a small town and needed some easy to work to  help pay for his bills.  Being a small college town, there wasn’t actually much work to be had.  After weeks of searching Luke found something that would pay the bills AND not interfere at all with his class schedule…  but the downside was that it involved getting up at the crack of dawn and  tending to and feeding cows on a farm just outside of town.  Luke had a little 10 year old Volvo so getting out to the farm wasn’t bad, but it also meant that he had to call it a night pretty early most nights in order to be able to get up in the mornings.  His boss, Richard, occasionally gave him days off so he could live the life of a college student.  

One Friday night Luke was invited out to the bar by Nancy, a girl he’d been interested in since the start of the term.  Luke had to feed the cows the next morning (as usual), but he didn’t think he could say no to Nancy.  He told himself that he’d just go out early, limit himself to a few drinks, and make it home with plenty of time to sleep and wake up the next morning.

That didn’t happen.

Luke woke up the next morning with his phone chiming and a very large headache.  He rolled over in bed, feeling the most hung over he’d felt in a very long time, and picked up his phone, squinting as he checked to see why it was making all this noise.  At first he was confused, but confusion quickly gave way to panic when he realized he’d slept through his alarm.  He wasn’t just late for work… he’d missed it all together.  Checking his messages, he saw that he’d missed a few calls from Richard, his boss.  Luckily, it was Saturday, so Luke would be able to drive down to the farm to apologize in person.  Despite feeling like death, Luke got dressed as quickly as he could, put on his heavy work boots, and sprinted from his dorm room to his car.

When he arrived at the farm, Luke parked in his usual spot and beelined for the house.  He knocked and waited.  It wasn’t long before he heard the heavy footsteps of Richard coming to the door, and the very pissed off farmer answered.

“Luke, so nice of you to show up,” Richard said from the doorway.  It was clear by the expression on his face that he was not impressed with the farm hand.

“Look, Richard, I’m sorry.  Things got out of hand last night and I -”

“Save it.  Cows were late getting fed this morning, which meant I had to go out and do it.  It fucked up everything else I had to do today.  When I hired you I said I was looking for someone dependable and reliable.  I’m starting to wonder if you’re the right person for the job.”

Luke felt panic rise in his throat.  He needed this job.

“Richard… I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  This is a one time thing, it’s never going to happen again!  Give me a second chance, I promise I’ll be here every single day.”

Richard gave the boy a good, hard stare while Luke was shaking in his boots.  He wondered just what was going through the farmer’s mind.  It was clear that Richard was pissed, but it was also the first and only time that Luke hadn’t shown up.  

“Alright, listen.  I’ll give you one more chance.  But you gotta follow me and do exactly as I say.  You got it?  Step one toe out of line and you’re gone.  There’s lots of kids at your school who’d jump at a chance to replace you.  Got it?”

Luke nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes, absolutely.  I’ll do whatever you say.  Thank you Richard, thank you so much.”

“Alright, quit yer jabbering and follow me.”

Richard stepped out of the house and started making his way to his old wooden barn.  As far as Luke knew, there wasn’t much in there since Richard built the newer, larger barn.

Pushing open the door, Richard and Luke both stepped in.  It was a large building that still smelled like animals even though there weren’t any.  Sunlight came in through the gaps between the boards and motes of dust floated in the sunbeams.

“Take a seat on the bench and take off yer boots,” Richard said, grabbing a nearby wooden crate.

“Oh, um, alright,” Luke answered, taking a seat as he was directed and untying his heavy work boots.

Richard returned and put the crate down in front of Luke.

“Alright, now prop those feet of yers up on the box.  I gotta grab somethin’.”

Luke did as he was told.  He dropped both boots on the ground beside the bench and hoisted his legs up, resting the heels of his white Hanes-sock feet on the wooden crate.  This was getting weird, but he was willing to put up with a little weird if it meant keeping his job.

Luke just sat there, mindlessly wiggling his toes, waiting for Richard to return.  It didn’t take long for Richard to come back.  He was holding a tube of something in his hands.

“Alright kid,” Richard said as he pulled up a stool to sit in front of Luke’s socked feet, “time to see how farm life has been treating these feet of yours.”

“You’re going to what?” Luke sputtered as Richard pulled off both of his socks, exposing his bare feet.

RIchard leaned forward a little bit, inspecting the soles of Luke’s feet.

“Hmm, looks like they’re a little rough.  That happens when you’re working on a farm.  I’m guessing your feet were much softer and tender before you came to work for me, huh?”

Suddenly very uncomfortable, Luke gave a nervous chuckle.

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“Well good thing for you I got the cure for that.”

Richard popped open the tube he was carrying and squirted some white substance into his hand.  Luke was finally able to see it was some sort of moisturizing lotion.

“I keep a few bottles of this around.  You’d be surprised how dry yer hands and feet get working out here.”

Without a word, Richard rubbed his hands together, smearing the motion between them, and grabbed one of Luke’s feet.  Surprised that someone was touching his foot, Luke jumped slightly on the stool and instinctively tried to pull his foot away.  Try as he might, he couldn’t.  Richard’s grip was too strong.

“Remember what I said, kid.  You do whatever I say or else you’re out of a job.  I’m telling you to keep yer feet on this box and don’t move them.  Understand?”

Not fully understanding what was happening, Luke just managed a sheepish nod.

Satisfied with the response, Richard turned his attention back to Luke’s foot.  Using his powerful, rough hands, Richard began to massage the lotion into Luke’s foot.  His thumbs pressed into Luke’s instep, working in small circles.  His palms were flat against Luke’s broad soles, rubbing the lotion in.  Fingers flossed between each individual toe, getting everything smooth and slick,getting a small embarrassed giggle from the college student.

“A little ticklish, are we?  That’s good to know.”

Luke just leaned back on the stool and found… that he actually kind of liked it.  He liked the feeling of those big hands working and massaging his foot.  It was true, since he’d started working he’d noticed his feet were getting rough (and often sore), so having someone pamper them a little bit felt kind of nice.  Weird as hell, but nice.

Richard continued to work silently, massaging Luke’s foot until it was nice, relaxed, slick, and cool to the touch.  Pulling away, the farmer squirted more lotion into his hands again, rubbed them together, and went to work on Luke’s other foot.  His hands gave the same care.  Luke could feel the obvious strength in those hands, but Richard’s touch was gentle.  Almost caring.  If this was punishment for being late for work, Luke didn’t understand it.

Finally, after 10 or so minutes of constant massage, with Richard switching back and forth between the pair of feet, the farmer sat up.

“Alright, I think we’re just about ready.  Remember what I said, you keep your feet on that box.  No moving them unless I give the say so.  You understand the rules?”

Not understanding the rules at all, Luke just gave a single nod.

“Good.  Here we go then.”

Suddenly, one of Richard’s hands took firm hold of Luke’s left ankle, and the index finger of his other hand scratched up and down Luke’s arch.  A shock went through Luke’s body and purely by reflex he tried to jerk his foot away.  Richard’s grip was strong, and the foot didn’t go anywhere.

“This is yer one and only warning, Luke.  You keep yer feet on the box or you’re out of a job.”

“W-What are you doing to my foot?” Luke asked, eyes wide and confused.

“I’m a strong believer in corporal punishment.  It’s the only way some people learn.  Unfortunately I can’t beat the lesson into you, so I got to get a bit more creative.”

The finger was back again, moving up and down very slowly over Luke’s lotion slicked (and sensitive) sole.  Luke gripped the edges of the bench with both hands and held on tight.

“You’re tickling me…”

“Yeah, that’s right.  And it’s going to get a helluva lot worse.”

The finger was suddenly joined by another, stroking up and down Luke’s left foot.  The farm hand hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid and he was quickly learning that he was more ticklish than he figured he’d be.  He closed his eyes and giggled, keeping his foot as still as possible.  The two fingers were joined by a third, then a fourth, and soon Richard’s five fingers were wiggling into Luke’s sole.  What was once giggling had turned into soft laughter.  This was bearable.  It was really weird (and could possibly be considered sexual harassment… if Richard was getting off on this) but bearable.

“Alright, we got a ticklish one here.  Good job keeping yer feet on the crate, boy.  Just hold onto yer hat for this.”

“What do you me-E-E-E-A-ANNN!!”

Luke tried to talk, but his boss attacked both of his feet at once, one hand on each.  Where before it had been light tickles, this was an onslaught.  Both rough hands, once gentle, were sadistic.  Those strong fingers were now digging into the flesh of his feet, nails scratching and pads kneading.  Luke tried his hardest to keep his feet on the crate as he was ordered, but it was hard.  He kicked his feet a little, being careful not to pull them away.

“I-I-I’M S-S-S-OOOOORRY!”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be!”

Richard took hold of both of Luke’s big toes in one tight gripped hand and pulled them back, stretching the soles out.  His other hand started tickling the two soles together, switching from one then the other, back and forth.  He was scratching up and down quickly, taking the occasional moment to tickle both of his arches at the same time.  Luke was in hysterics, head thrown back with laughter while his legs kicked and squirmed.  He kept his heels on the crate as ordered.  This was rough and intense, but being without a job was not an option.

“OKAY!  HA HA HA!  OOOOOKAY!  I’VE… I’VE LEARNED MY L-L-LESSSSON!”

Richard didn’t answer, he just looked up from the pair of squirming feet he was tickling and laughed.

The sadistic farmer kept this up for several minutes, constantly moving his fingers around the stretched soles so Luke never had a chance to get used to the sensation.  Mercifully though, he eventually stopped and let go of Luke’s toes.

“Oh fuck,” Luke panted, his face red and his forehead sweaty, “Holy fuck that was awful.  I’ll never be late again, I swear, I’ve learned my lesson.”

It was Richard’s turn to laugh now.

“Ha!  You think that’s it?  Sorry kid, we still have one more thing.  Here, let’s lotion those feet up again so they’re as slick and sensitive as possible, first.”

Squirting some into his hand, Richard started slathering a thick layer of lotion all over Luke’s soles.  The farm hand giggled quietly, feet still quite sensitive from the previous tickling.

“Did you know we got barn owls around here?  Sometimes I hear them at night, and sometimes I just find feathers the next morning.  Want to see one?”

Luke watched as Richard pulled out a long brown striped feather.  

“You’re going to tickle my feet with a feather?  Doesn’t that only happen in cartoons?”

Richard grinned.

“If you think this only works in cartoons, you’re about to learn something new.”

Richard roughly grabbed both of Luke’s ankles and held them down.  Luke’s eyes went wide as he watched the feather come closer and closer to his helpless soles while Richard dragged it out for dramatic effect.  Finally the very tip of the feather touched Luke’s sole, and Richard swirled it.  Nothing happened.  Luke didn’t laugh… it didn’t tickle.  Richard seemed somewhat disappointed.

“Aw shucks.  Usually that works.  Oh well, I know for a fact the other side will work.”

Flipping the feather around, Richard pressed the tip of the quill into Luke’s heel and dragged it up in one quick motion up to his toes.

Luke jumped in his seat, and almost pulled his feet right out of Richard’s grasp.  Now that… that tickled!  It was so much worse than the fingers.  It was like a bolt of lightning shocked through his body, from his foot all the way up through to his head.  

“FUCK!”

“Don’t worry, I got good penmanship”

Richard started at the top of Luke’s foot, and started writing on the sole using the tip of the quill.  He read slowly as he went, not that Luke understood too much.  He was making a sound somewhere between a scream, a squeal, and a laugh.

“I…. will… not… be… late…  Maybe I need to write this a few times to get your attention?”

“NO!  NOOOOO!”

“Yeah, I think we will.  I’ll write it as many times as you have toes.  Sounds fair, right?”

The feather moved from Luke’s sole up to his pinky toe.

“That’s one….”

He scribbled on the tad of the toe, trailing down the digit until he was in the gap under the toe.  Once there, he scribbled again, digging the quill into the soft skin.  Luke was rocking back and forth, eyes wide and bulging as he watched.  He continued to laugh and scream, barely able to keep his breath.  

“Okay, one down, 9 more times to go.”

Richard continued the following pattern just as promised.  Pressing the point of the quill into the lotion slicked soles, sliding easily as he scrawled all over the soles.  From left to right, he wrote ‘I Will Not Be Late”, from top of the foot all the way to the bottoms of Luke’s heels.  He worked the tip into the flesh of each toe, working Luke somewhere between ticklishness and pain.  Whatever it was, it was driving the boy absolutely insane.  There were now tears freely flowing down his beat red face.  The sides of Luke’s mouth were starting to ache from how large and wide his laughing smile had stretched.  

But throughout it all, Luke managed to keep his feet in place.  They kicked, they pulsed, they shook, and then buckled… but they never pulled back.  It was single handedly the hardest thing Luke had ever been through in his life.

“PP-P-P-LEEE-ASSE.  I-I-I CAN'T…” Luke sobbed.

“Don’t worry kid, I’m on the last one now…”

RIchard dragged out his final scrawl.  He dug into the tender sole with each letter, really pressing into Luke’s foot.  It felt as though Richard was taking minutes instead of seconds with each word and letter.  Finally, having written his message into Luke’s feet, he brought the feather up to the one last assaulted toe: the big toe on Luke’s right foot.

“Just a little bit left, you can make it…” Richard teased.

The quill lightly touched the center of Luke’s toe.  The farm hand’s over sensitive foot jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath.  His eyes were wide with terror as he watched the final moments of his tickle torture.

Instead of pressing into the pad like he had with the other toes, Richard gave a shockingly light touch, doing small circles on Luke’s big toe.  

Luke’s eyes stayed locked on the feather attacking his toe.  His breath was  jagged and sucked in through clenched teeth.  His foot vibrated on the crate, threatening to pull back at any moment.  He looked more like a frightened rabbit than a young man.  Normally he wouldn’t be this ticklish to such a light touch, but the full experience of being tickled, and the lotion that was freely slathered over his feet, left him a wreck.

RIchard made the circles smaller and smaller, until finally he stopped.  He leaned back on his bench and set the feather down on the table beside him.

“There you go kid, how do you feel?”

Under his sweater, Luke had sweat right through his thin white shirt.  His hair was plastered to his head with sweat.  He panted heavily, hands still tightly clenching the bench.

“So… so it’s… over?”

Richard nodded, getting up from the stool and walking towards the barn’s exit.

“Yeah, we’re done.”

Luke pulled his feet back instantly.  His brain, being in survival mode, quickly tucked his feet under himself.  Now they were protected against any more tickling.

“That was… what was fucked up, RIchard.  Really fucked up.  I thought I was going to die.”

This time it was RIchard who laughed.

“You did good though, you never pulled your feet away no matter how rough I was with you.  You get to keep yer job.  Just consider this yer one and only one warning.  Don’t show up again and I’ll make what you just went through feel like child’s play.  We understand each other?”

Luke said nothing, he just nodded his head furiously, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good.  You can see yourself out.  See you tomorrow morning.”

Luke didn’t leave right away.  He needed time to settle himself back down.  After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Luke slowly put his socks back on with shaky hands.  He grit his teeth and gasped out a giggle a few times as the socks slid over his over sensitive feet.  Once his socks were on he slipped his feet into his work boots, but didn’t bother tying them up.  

He made a pledge right there and then to never be late again.

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# kaleidoscope 🎐

"didn't know you were trying to go cross-eyed."

you look up from where you're leaning at your vanity mirror, nose almost touching the reflective glass you stare into, to meet the teal eyes that study you curiously.

sae stands just across the space of your shared walk-in closet, seemingly deciding which watch would go best with the sleek prada suit he wears. he looks handsome, terribly handsome like he always does.

"i think my makeup looks weird." you tell him, turning so he can take a look for himself.

it's not your makeup that nags at you, well it is but it's also your hair and this dress and your shoes. your face? everything feels wrong, like you're in a body you don't belong in looking at a person you don't recognize.

it takes sae a moment to respond, his eyes raking over you with precision.

"your makeup looks pretty, matches your shoes."

you glance down towards the black heels adorning your feet, beads twinkling up at you.

"that's not what's actually bothering you, is it?" sae asks as he slides his watch of choice on and clips into place.

"no." you let out a heavy sigh, sinking down onto the seat in front of your vanity.

he gives you time to gather your thoughts, your husband is never one to push. especially in situations like these.

you keep your eyes on your shoes, tapping the toes together ever so slightly. "sometimes i look at myself," you pause to take a breath, "and i don't see me. like i don't belong in this dress, and these heels. i don't deserve to wake up in our bed and eat in our kitchen. i feel like a....fraud." you cover your face with your hands as you finish voicing your thoughts.

it only takes a few moments before you feel the fingers of both of sae's hands curl around your wrists, gently lifting them away from your face.

your eyes meet his and he sees how watery they are and how your bottom lip wobbles. you see the worry etched into his brow and the unsettled expression on his face.

"you're not a fraud." he says in that blunt way that is so itoshi sae. "you belong in that dress and those shoes. you belong here in our home, with me. you're you, and nothing will change that. no matter what awful tricks your brain wants to play on you."

you blink back your tears and give him a soft smile, hands squeezing his.

"thank you."

one of his hands reaches up and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, titling it up.

"you're welcome," he replies, kissing your cheek, "now finish getting ready, the sooner we show up to this ridiculous event the sooner we can abandon it for our bed."