#deviantdms

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The problem with being that gorgeous, is what it makes me want to do to you.

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"That was so mean. Fucking asshole." -A five-star review

Back with the incurably bratty, and endlessly addicting @katchleeifyoucan Reblogs are welcome, but please don't post as your own. Minors/ageless blogs DNI.

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Biting and licking gliding and grazing

Poking and prodding scratching and raking

Sliding and stroking teasing and tracing

Wiggling and wriggling— you can't hold still

So many names and every one you'll feel

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How to Spot When They’re Asking For It

Step 1: Observe the suspiciously bratty behavior.

Step 2: Note how quickly they blush when reminded how ticklish they are.

Step 3: Confirm diagnosis when they immediately start backpedaling the second consequences appear.

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I warned you what would happen if you didn't learn to stop squirming.

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“Tell me you like it and I’ll stop.”

A lie so obvious it should be insulting.

And yet, somehow, you still try.

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You’re soaring high above the ground, wind whipping through your hair, a warm thrill blooming in your chest.

A grin spreads across your face as you climb higher, slipping effortlessly through the clouds.

They grow thicker the further you fly; soft, endless, enveloping you whole.

And then… something changes.

The clouds don’t simply surround you.

They cling to you.

Silken, wispy strands drag tenderly across your skin. The air grows thick—less like air, more like cotton… no, like cotton candy wrapping sweetly around you.

Evil cotton candy. Cotton candy that knows where to touch; how to tease.

It slips beneath your pajamas, brushing over every sensitive spot it can find.

You twist and squirm, trying to escape it, but the more you struggle, the more relentless it becomes; tantalizing, stroking everywhere at once.

Until laughter spills out of you, uncontrollable, your body giving in as your eyelids grow heavy…

But instead of closing—

They open.

Your wrist is caught gently in my hand, held in place.

The other traces slowly from your bicep down to your sides, fingers stroking just enough to make you squirm.

Your eyes find mine.

And I watch the realization set in.

A small, knowing smile tugs at my lips.

“Sweet dreams?”

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@katchleeifyoucan just told me that her feet are too ticklish in the morning send tweet