introduction post of sorts! unsure how often ill use this acc, but i decided to make one in case i wanna come back to it! i plan to draw and potentially write
ive been lurking in the tickle community for like years now, ive always sort of had a fascination w/ it. in relation to that, i dont have much experience w/ it irl, and i dont really have much desire to either. i just think its cute and i like imagining my fave characters in Situations
MY creations will be rather tame, but w/ that being said, i am an adult and may engage w/ other ppl's adult content. minors do not interact please
i mainly draw art of horror game charactersš
i rly like girls and find myself leaning more towards stuff of them so most of my stuff will probably be of that LOL this community especially feels lacking so here i am
in the coming days (or right now, we shall see) i am . going ot go through my following and start blocking minors / ageless blog . nothing against you, i just think its better for both of our comforts
I just remembered that itās MerMay, so I made a cute lil comic with some very old ocs from when i was like 13 lol cuz i just did an obi drawing djfhfkfdfhgj
If the feedback on this is positive i might do some more with these cuties if people are interested kdsjfkhh
I AM OPENING UP EMERGENCY TICKLE FIC COMMISSIONS! ^_^
i am in college and am currently super poor so i need some extra cash to replenish my savings </3
all of these commissions will be between $10ā20 USD with a minimum word count of 750 and a maximum word count of 1,200!
more details under the cut :3
if you choose to commission me, we will talk more extensively about details (characters/fandoms, settings, tropes, the charactersā tickle spots, etc.) in private messages!
here is some general information:
i am comfortable writing full-body tickles, the restraint of adult characters, angst, fluff, the use of magic, characters with non-human attributes (wings, horns, tails, etc.) (including furry tks!), and lots of other things! as long as it doesnāt go against my boundaries, iāll do it for you!
iāll write the following types of fics: character/character, character/reader (masc, fem, unaligned)! basically, iāll write whatever youād like to see!
i will maintain my boundaries when i am commissioned and maintain the right to turn down any commissions that i donāt feel comfortable doing! ā” i wonāt write any proship content (b*stiality, inc*st, p*dophilia, etc.) or anything generally nsfw (s*xual content, g*re, etc.)!
ā¦ and thatās about it! if you have any questions, feel free to ask me by sending me a message. if you want to read any of my work to get a taster of what i do, my masterlist can be found right here!
thank you so much for considering supporting me. itās been a rough few months and i appreciate the love! ā”
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Summary: A stolen moment between Leo and Catherine. (Happy birthday to my lovely friend @signinandgetkinky!! Sorry it's so short, I wanted to get it out on your actual b-day so I didn't have much time. You wrote me a Catherine/Leo fic for my birthday, so Iām very excited to return the favor!! Thank you for the years of friendship, headcanons, media recommendations, and our in-person hangouts. Love you Jay, have a great day!! xoxo)
This work contains sexual themes, minors do not interact.
While Catherine could be crass, arrogant, stubborn, and even cruel, she rarely showed these qualities when Leo took her to bed.
In her apartments, wrapped in those sheets, with Leo, Catherine was not a scorned and scheming wife, nor was she an aspiring empress. She was simply herself, in all her wit and beauty, lost in him.
Of course, she did not always lose herself in the ways of pleasure. Often, it would be in his conversation, the way they could talk for hours on end, spanning a wide range of philosophical topics. She could get lost in the sight of him, watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed, as he slept.
And sometimes, she was lost in laughter.
āLeo!ā she shrieked, her voice reaching a pitch she had not known possible before he learned of her sensitivity, and sought to exploit it.
āYes, darling?ā he asked, his smirk as attractive as it was irritating as his quick fingers danced over her sides.Ā
Catherine attempted to reply, but her words were drowned by giggles that bubbled up and flowed like water from her lips. She could not remember a time she laughed so hard, so freely, or a time in which she felt so safe in powerlessness. In her marriage, the bed was not a safe place, nor a fun one. With Leo, though, the bed was just one of the many places he made her feel loved, respected, cared for, and protected.
His stubbled cheek grazed her belly, only adding to the sensations that sent her nerves aflame, and her hips jerked from side to side, a lame attempt at escaping. Really, she didnāt want to. Although he had left her breathless, flustered, and prone against the mattress, she felt no desire to stop him. She would have gladly spent her day there, naked and laughing beneath him.
Perhaps he made her soft. Marial and Orlo both seemed to resent what they had, as it distracted her from more important matters, such as overthrowing her husband or ruling Russia.
But with all her ambition, she was still human. She still craved love, and touch, and sex, and connection. And, apparently, laughter. While the touch could easily be described as torture, Leo never overdid it. The moment she felt overwhelmed with a lack of breath, an ache in her middle, or a desire for it to stop, he somehow sensed it.
Leo knew things about her without her needing to voice it. He could tell when she was angry, on the verge of tears, and he knew how to comfort her. He knew when she wanted him, and always knew how to please her.Ā
And the first time he ran his fingers down her body and it resulted in a small gasp, he somehow knew that it had been different than her other noises in bed, and had easily deduced that she was ticklish.
He had grinned then, too, all smug and beautiful. He had taken his time discovering all her sensitive places, and she had whined and squirmed, yet loved every second of it. And although she never confirmed that she liked it, Leo just knew.
He knew and loved her when she ranted and raved, and he knew and loved her when she fell apart beneath his touch. He saw the strength in her aspirations, and saw the bravery in her surrender to him. After her marriage bed had grown cold and cruel, Leo had taught her that sex was pleasurable, good, and safe.
His fingers eventually slowed, and her laughter died down to heaving breaths. His lips came to meet hers, his hands grabbing with a purposefully not-ticklish touch, his intentions set on taking her apart in other ways.
Her giggling was replaced by sighs and moans of pleasure, and there was still a few hours until Catherine would be called away by her duties.
So yes, she was crass, arrogant, and stubborn. But she was also soft, sweet, and sexual. She was absolutely smitten with him, entirely in love.
