“Blind red spiders with crown of fingers and long limbs frantically
dancing, touching every bit of surface they cling to. Fingers tap, tap
and wiggle, every touch is pain and ecstasy brewed into confused desire.
These Palpaters try to walk as men, but broken limbs provide little
stability. Do not let them touch you, as they obsess over the feeling of
humanity and will molest every inch, even driving their fingers into
every orifice just to feel the organs inside.”
Ok but can we talk about sleepy tickles? Like when it’s late at night and they’re gently tracing shapes on your skin and softly kissing your neck and murmuring sleepy teases into your hair and you giggle and squirm until you feel your eyes get heavy. Or when it’s the morning and you feel yourself getting pulled closer and they begin spidering their fingers on your tummy and your voice is still hoarse and you softly squeak into the covers, eyes still closed like fuck me i gotta go
I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now…” Yuuri looked at Victor’s
The glow from
the TV in the otherwise dark room made him look a little blue, his hair a
pearly silver, so beautiful and unique. It’s been getting longer since Victor
started coaching him. The ends tickled the slim nape, the front falling into
Victor’s eyes even more than before. It made him look cute, a bit messy and
unpolished, so different from the camera-ready aura he’d had during his early
help but to reach for it, touch it, run his fingers through the side of the
silky smooth locks that threaded through his fingers light like a spider’s web.
Victor angled his head towards him, craving more petting. His eyes half-closed
as he hummed in delight, which made Yuuri smile fondly.
you cut your hair?” Yuuri asked. His hand slid down Victor’s nape, thumb
rubbing over the peach fuzz at the side of it, so smooth and soft, almost like
brightened. “What, you like my hair long?”
your hair, period,” Yuuri denied. And while it was true, a part of him –
that young, impressionable part that still kept up posters of young Victor
around the walls of his heart – cooed in agreement. “I’m just
Victor waited a
little to answer while Yuuri stroked his hair, and the longer he did, the more
he wished it was longer so he could brush and untangle the small knots that no
doubt were there after the whole day…
“I wanted to
change my image,” Victor finally said. “Nothing drastic like getting
a piercing or a tattoo, though. Cutting my hair seemed like the best choice at
miss it?” Yuuri pushed the silver bangs out of Victor’s eyes. “It
must have been cold the first time you went outside.”
“I actually got sick a week in.”
Yuuri smiled at
that. He waited for Victor to answer his question, while he kept on stroking
the fringe away from Victor’s forehead. Victor’s face, which was usually half
covered by his hair and thus that much harder to read, was open now. The brows
were relaxed, the mouth softly curled and his cheeks rosy in a casual, stunning
way as he leaned into Yuuri’s hands trustingly.
Yuuri wished he
could take a picture.
(And put it on
one of the walls in his heart, right next to a young, long-haired Victor.)
“I kind of
miss it,” Victor admitted quietly after a while. “It’s like missing
the good, old days, I guess? That sort of nostalgic, but good feeling.”
always grow it back,” Yuuri pointed out.
eyes gleamed with the glow of the TV when Victor looked straight at him.
want me to grow it back?” he asked, but Yuuri only huffed a laugh.
hair, Victor,” he said. “Grow it back if you want it back. I like you despite it.”
He should have
seen it coming. Victor was always like that when Yuuri admitted he liked him,
or worse when he said the other L word.
With a squeak of
excitement and bright adoration in his eyes, Victor threw his arms around
Yuuri. He crushed him in a hug, rubbing their cheeks together and making Yuuri
laugh. Yuuri couldn’t see, but he was fairly certain that a goofy, overjoyed
smile was wide on Victor’s lips, and he couldn’t stop one just like it from
showing on his own face.
you, too, Yuuri,” Victor proclaimed. Yuuri’s body heat up a little, a
flush to his cheeks. “But I’m going to leave my hair as it is.”
Yuuri asked, hooking his arms around Victor as well, comfortable to just stay
it’s always a big change, you know?” Victor hummed, burying his face in
Yuuri’s neck and nuzzling at his skin. “And I don’t want to change a thing
thumped against his ribcage joyfully, and he grinned, a happy, soft grin, which
he hid in Victor’s short, silver hair. He wouldn’t change a thing either.
Notes taken I love ticklish feet So from a lee perspective how would you like me to tickle you feet?
oh wow… i wasn’t expecting this! I am very– um– ‘sensitive’ so i would ask that you be nice. No bondage, just playful tickles! Maybe i could put my feet on your lap or you could sit on my legs.
I usually wear socks around the house, so you would remove them first. That may make me jump. That means that tickles are soon to come. But no, don’t make me wait. I hate anticipation.
I would love for you to gently spider your fingers around my soles, maybe holding my toes back. If you rake your clawed hands up and down my feet, i will shriek! I am squirmy, so beware! Just keep me guessing. Maybe focus on my heels for a bit then get under my toes. Keep moving around so i don’t know whats coming next.
Toys aren’t necessary to make me laugh. Trust me, just talking about tickling makes me blush hard enough.
Whatever you do, do not talk about what you are doing. Don’t say things like “how cute, are your toes ticklish?” or “I just started! You must be very ticklish” or “if you think this tickles, wait till you see what i’m going to do next!” because this will make me laugh harder. And you obviously don’t want to do that.
Why is your sleeping schedule all over the place now? I actually have NOTHING to do on Tumblr without your presence. You're literally making me miss you. That's illegal. What have you done to me? B[
Last night I had a project to work on with some pals, which we ended up getting maybe half done and spent the rest of the night goofing off, got home around 3 I think, was gonna go to sleep but I felt something crawling on me, open my eyes and a fucking spider is right next to my face. I freak oit and fall out of bed and run downstairs. Woke up EVERYONE which wasn’t fun because they’re all cranky when they wake up. Fall asleep on my sofa at 5 then wake up at 7 because I still had to be “responsible” and get some stuff done. Found the spider from the other night and killed that f*cker. Did the bare minimum of what I had to do and was in and out of sleep all day. I’m still very tired Vamp please hug me.
You’re a safe.
And the treasure I’m after is locked up inside: uproarious, symphonic laughter.
The biting of your lips is the lock.
But ANY lock can be cracked with the right combination. Every safe requires a different combination. And I’m going to find yours.
Will it be soft, gentle fingers swirling along your soles?
Will it be the fast squeezing of ribs?
Will it be trailing my fingers, ever so slowly, from your wrists to your armpits and all the way up again- spidering my fingers along the treasure trail of tiny tickle spots as I go?
I’ll find your combination. The lock will crack. Out will pour my treasure, your laughter, every second of it a gold coin: and I won’t stop until I’m richer than Smaug.