it has been far too long since the hunger has clawed at my insides, but, tonight?… you better run, you better fucking hide… because, i’m going to get you. don’t let yourself wander too close to the edge… i’m right there. waiting for you to misstep and fall right into my clutches. i will drag you, kicking and screaming, into a void that ruthlessly dismantles you with one singular poke.
my stomach churns at the mere thought of it— of the absolute, predatory rush that floods my system once a pair of soft, unsuspecting sides have been successfully trapped against my hungry fingers. a vice grip against the fleshy skin, viscerally squeezing until my prey cannot take it any longer. to strike when they least expect it, to feel the writhing against my palms, to hear the delicious, guttural laughter that i am forcing out of my victim— god, its fucking delicious.
and yet, you’re still here… reading.
if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you actually like this. i’d think you’re holding your pathetic little breaths in, against the will of your burning lungs. i’d think you’d want to be the helpless, squirmy prey that i track down and deconstruct, rib by rib. but, i don’t know any better, right? i’m an idiot, right? you’re safe behind your glass phone screen, for now. but, if i could, i’d reach through the very glass that you hide behind and tickle you to pieces. and you’d enjoy every breathless moment of it, wouldn’t you?
wouldn’t you?
so, tell me… how safe do you really feel?… are you in the dark right now? are you scared? well, you should be. look around… are you really alone? or is your brain just telling you that to keep your nervous system from going haywire. a hand could be creeping up the side of your bed, aiming right for your sensitive flank, and you’d never even realize until— it strikes. quit looking around your room… that won’t help the prickling sensations that are currently festering inside your very delicious body. i’m right here, waiting for you to notice me, so i can take my prize at the very moment of realization that i wasn’t joking. scaredy cat.
what would happen if i seized your wrists, holding them tightly above your head? what would happen if my grinning face was inches from yours, basking in the sweet smell of terror that is radiating off of the very vessel you inhabit? if your arms were tight above your head, that means… armpits. taut, ticklish, tense armpits are out and for the taking. and, i think i’ll indulge. one hand holds your wrists while the other?… oh, the other…
i’m known to be an inherently curious being… i’m also known to be incredibly mean. i would take my very fingers and lightly trace the hypersensitive surface that has been begging for this from the start. it doesn’t tickle—not yet. but with that flawless expanse of flesh stretched taut against the helpless muscles beneath... the anticipation alone drives you mad. you’ll shriek, you’ll shake, and best of all? you’ll beg for me to stop. and, i will do no such thing. i will only continue to get more and more feral against that vulnerable, writhing skin. to the point where my fingers are digging deep into the hollows, threatening to tear right through to your ribs from the outside. it will tickle so badly, you’ll rot from the inside out, twisting and screaming for someone to help.
but, no one is there to save you.
only me. and my tickling fingers, whom you love so badly.
"The main effort of arranging your life should be to progressively reduce the amount of time required to decently maintain yourself so that you can have all the time you want for reading."
hello i am bringing this to your urgent attention, i cannot paste a link but if you go to SaveWithStories on instagram you will find the most recent post IS SEBASTIAN STAN READING A CHILDRENS BOOK *siren noises*
nice!
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Also, if anyone has kids, there are a whole bunch of celebs reading stories on the Save With Stories channel, if you want to check it out.
We have started reading bedtime stories to the twins every night now that their little ears are developed and they can hear us. They always get super active while we read to them, and I can feel them kicking and wiggling around. It is the most surreal feeling. Pregnancy is hard but these are the moments I will miss.
