Tickle Writing - Tumblr Posts

You've been shackled to your bed?!

Your eyes widen. Your ankles have been shackled to the posts of your bed. You pull in vain, before stopping with a sigh. God what did you do last night? Okay, think. How are you going to get out of this one. A chuckle emanates from the corner of the room. Sitting in a chair you see

(Man, argonian, Kahjit, woman, elf, specify gender)

I'm gonna be honest. I used to write (not on tumblr), but writing was never really something I cared for much, as far as creating it at least. I fell out of it, actually. But when I tell you this was stuck in my head for so long- I needed to get it out. Don't mind me I'm a goddamn sucker for sanmos i tell ya that much... Sorry it's a bit short. I also didn't know how to end it because i didn't wanna tack on unnecessary stuff, and i thought it was already good enough as it is

Sanford sighed as he sat on the mattress, looking at the technician who had his face buried in the pillow on his side of the bed, with his arms tucked underneath it for extra support. He had been like that ever since they got back to the base, and Sanford figured it'd be best to check up on him.

"You tired, babe?" Sanford leaned in closer as he spoke. "Yeah... Long day. I'm beat." Deimos spoke in a monotone voice, barely turning his head to mumble out his words so they weren't completely muffled by the pillow.

The demolitionist couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Deimos. "Me too, bud," He ran a soft hand along Deimos' back. "You need anything? A snack or something?"

Deimos shook his head and let out a soft "Mm-mm," not feeling like eating, drinking or doing anything at the moment.

"Hm. You want a knuckle sandwich?" "No," Deimos could feel himself starting to grin into his pillow at the buff man's remark. Sanford would let out a low snicker as he heard the somewhat sassy tone in his lover's voice.

"You want... hm," Sanford rubbed his chin for a moment, before smirking. "You wanna get tickled?"

"Sanford..." Deimos complained, unable to hide the smile in his voice.

"Well, I'm not hearing a 'no' for that one."

With that, Sanford moved closer, straddling Deimos and gently scribbling his fingers along the shorter man's back, earning bubbly, muffled giggles and slight kicks that would faintly shake the bed. "Sahahanford... C'mon, man!" Deimos would whine a little, despite knowing that both of them were well aware that he loved this.

"Mmm... I think we'll be here for a while." Sanford spoke with persistence and smiled, leaning down to kiss the back of Deimos' ear as he continued the gentle tickles for a while. He would laugh along with Deimos throughout the session, and both of them could feel a sense of happiness after such a hard day.