hii <3 this is my blog for tickle-related content. if that's not your thing, you should probably step away now! my assorted kink blog is @cordikink
about me / you can call me cordi. i'm 24! i lean heavily on the ler side but will admit i've also never indulged this interest irl so have 0 experience to back that up! i am asexual and nonbinary.
about blog / this blog will be mostly sfw, if i do happen to post anything nsfw it will be tagged appropriately. in general i prefer text posts, fics and the like so am not likely to post a lot of irl gifs/videos etc.
fandoms / i adore fandom content and my main one is st.ar trek d.s9! unfortunately my biggest interests are in very small or obscure fandoms, or just fandoms that don't seem to be big in the community, which seems to be the case for ds9. if anyone is looking for cute fictional boys to write or draw or imagine tickle stuff about though, hit me up!! (or actually, if you're looking for a new show to love, because my most obscure one is a genuinely brilliant show and i'd recommend it to everyone!!)
interests / i dabble in both fic and art, though rarely post either. i also roleplay outside of the tickle community. i'm open to roleplaying in the tickle community, but i'm incredibly picky, so unless you're willing to indulge me and write one of my obscure fandom loves and have wider plots besides the tickling, i may not be the roleplayer for you. feel free to ask though!
boundaries / don't send me weird asks like 'tickle me', and don't jump straight into rp or teasing or trying to get me to tease you, i don't do that with people i don't have any sort of connection with. also not interested in being sent photos of anyone's bodies, nor sending any of my own.
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pleadingly going "don't" before you're about to get tickled is so funny to me
don't what? don't tickle you? don't put my hands anywhere near you because if I do, you'll start laughing and you won't be able to help yourself?
"don't" is an admission that you know exactly how ticklish you are and that you will be helpless to stop what's about to get started. so you beg please don't use my weakness against me
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I know it tickles. But if you don't stop squirming while I'm worshipping you, then I'm going to actually tickle you until you are too tired to interrupt me.
craving that butterfly feeling in my tummy when someone is chasing me right before catching & pinning me <3 craving to feel that giggly & squirmy. and just a little scared. hmph.
Something about people in professional careers (teacher, lawyer, first responder, doctor, etc) having this fetish just speaks to me in ways I canât explain
Like by day youâre this strong important person of authority who people look to for guidance.
By night youâre this strong important person of authority who wants nothing more than to be reduced to a giggling mess by my fingers, mouth, and tools?
DISCOVERY is one of the best parts of tickling because like, I promise no matter how many or few sessions you've had, you're not done learning about yourself, whether you're a lee or a ler. There's methods you'll love and spots you'll discover and noises you didn't know you can make and levels of panic and fear you didn't know were possible and levels of safety and trust and comfort you didn't know would forge and I think that's the essence of tickling to me. It's discovery and rediscovery and seeing how things change and how things stay the same. It's the intimacy of learning yourself and learning someone else.
i love the chase. i love the thrill and playfulness of it. i love the intimacy and vulnerability that it comes with. i love laughing i love being touched i love surrendering to the sensation. my brain short circuits and i love it i love giggling and being forced to admit how fun it is . i love tickling
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My @squealing-santa gift for moonlight!anon! I hope you like it!! <3
1135 words, Lee Alastor, Ler Vox
Itâs been a rough day. All according to plan, of course, but still. Humiliating himself and getting âbeatenâ by Vox... itâs all been rather stressful. Tied in his chair, heâs calm enough, but the cogs in his head are ever-whirring away with his plan, and there might be a way to get just a little peace from that, take his mind off it. Or have it taken off it for him.Â
âFunny,â Alastor muses from his chair, âhow some demons think theyâve won just because theyâve got you cornered.â Even with his arms bound, he speaks with the air of someone stretching them behind his head, leaning back, oozing confidence. Â
The screen across from him flickers with anger. âI donât think Iâve won â I know I have.âÂ
âMmm,â says Alastor, gaze sliding to one side, brows raised.Â
Somehow, using no words appears to annoy Vox more than if heâd come up with an insult. Electricity crackles with his irritation, and he stands from his chair, glowering across the room at his captive. âMaybe you need a demonstration. Maybe I should--â Â
Alastorâs grin widens as Voxâs voice cuts out mid-threat. The pause is just long enough for him to pivot in his chair and give himself a push with his feet, sliding the chair backwards, just out of reach of the hand that swipes at him. Â
Voxâs face erupts with pixellated fury, and his form contorts for a split-second before he materialises inches behind Alastor, fingers crackling with errant voltage as he makes a grab for Alastorâs shoulder. The radio demon twists away with a delighted shriek, but heâs not fast enough â Vox's thumb just grazes the delicate junction between neck and collarbone, and the resulting squirm nearly has his chair tipping over. Â
âAha!â Vox cries out in triumph. âOhhh, someoneâs ticklish.âÂ
Alastorâs breathing hitches, half-laugh, half-gasp, as Voxâs fingers dart down and skate over his ribs, sending sparks of sensation glittering through him. He arches away, but Voxâs other hand clamps down on his waist, pinning him between them. Â
âNowww then,â Vox croons, leaning in. âWhat was that about some demons, again?âÂ
Alastor opens his mouth to retort, but another shock from Voxâs fingertips has him choking out a laugh instead. His laughter dissolves into wheezing giggles as those fingers spider-walk up his sides, each touch sending jolts of electricity dancing across his skin. âS-stop â ah! - Youâre cheating with th-those damn shocks!â he gasps, toes curling in his shoes as Vox finds that spot just under his ribs that makes him jerk.Â
âCheating?â Vox grins, leaning in. âNo, no, I think youâll find this is called winning! What were you expecting? All your taunting... you didnât think Iâd put you in your place?âÂ
Alastorâs voice comes out in a wrecked, hiccupping giggle as Voxâs thumbs dug into the hollows of his hips, sending him thrashing against his bonds. âI- ah!! - I thought youâd be slower, you g-glorified toaster!â he manages to gasp before he cuts himself off again with a shriek as Voxâs fingers skitter up his ribs again. He manages to get a foot on the floor with enough leverage to give his chair a firm push away from Vox again, who darts after him like lightning.Â
One hand clamps down on the back of his chair. Vox spins his chair around as he yanks it back towards him and leans down, laugh buzzing against the back of Alastorâs neck, the electrical current humming louder. Alastor twists, trying to put some distance between his ears and the ticklish buzz of static before it occurs to Vox to target them.Â
His breathing hitches again as Vox reaches down to squeeze at his thigh, the voltage dialled down to a teasing thrum that makes his muscles twitch involuntarily. âYouâre- ahaha!! - youâre enjoying this too much,â he accuses, voice cracking as Voxâs thumb digs into his thigh just enough to make him jerk. âAdmit it, youâve- n-no! - youâve been dying to get your claws on me like this!âÂ
Voxâs screen flickers with a smug glow, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault as Alastor squirms in his chair. âOh, absolutely,â he admits, voice thick with smug delight. âA chance to put you in your place? I thought Iâd done that already, but apparently not! So kind of you to let me know you wanted another lesson!âÂ
Alastorâs breath comes in ragged, uneven bursts, his entire body trembling with the aftershocks of laughter and lingering electricity. His upper arms are still bound to the elbow, leaving only his forearms free, hands just able to reach Voxâs but not able to stop them. His fingers scrabble uselessly against Voxâs forearm, claws leaving faint scratches in the fabric of his sleeve.Â
âLook at you,â Vox croons. âWerenât you listening earlier? You can try to squirm and struggle and it wouldnât do a thing!âÂ
Alastor growls through his grin, twisting again and trying to use his foot to push his chair away again, but this time, Vox is quicker, and stops him before he even gets out of reach. Â
âWell, if you still havenât managed to learn... perhaps weâll take it a step further!â Abruptly, Vox sets one foot on the base of the chair and tips the whole thing over. Alastor, still tied to it, ends up on his back, still in the seated position, his legs in the air. To make matters worse, Vox sits down right beside him on the floor, that infuriatingly smug grin pointed down at Alastor, and he begins to walk his fingertips up from Alastorâs stomach, over his ribs, poking and nudging and tickling all the way while Alastor scrunches his nose and tries not to giggle, up his neck, and finally up into his hair to find his ears. Â
Alastor twitches in alarm and jerks his head away, a giggle already halfway out of his mouth, but thereâs really nowhere to go. âNo!â Voxâs hand follows, and his fingertips start to tickle. Alastor begins to squirm anew, shaking his head, turning it from side to side, laughter bordering on hysterical now as he squirms in his strange position and starts to kick his legs a little too. âS-stop! Vox!â he protests, and to his absolute horror, a bleat escapes.Â
Voxâs fingers still, just for a second, while he registers what he just heard. âWas that...?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âIt was.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âIt was! Ha! Oh, fuck! The radio demon bleats!âÂ
Alastor doesnât get a chance to deny it before his ears are being tickled again and heâs dissolving into giggles, a boneless heap being played like an instrument. Heâs not even sure how long passes before Vox asks, âhave you learned your lesson yet?âÂ
He gasps, pants, wheezes, trying to catch his breath, and he doesnât reply.Â
Shoutout to non-human lees with non-human tickle spots
I know I've said this over and over in a million different posts but it's true. Winged creatures with scratchable wing-pits. Characters with tails that are fun to play with. Aquatic creatures with ticklish fins or webbing. Tentacled characters with pokeable suckers. Furry characters with cute squishy toe beans. Insectoids with hypersensitive antennae. Plantfolk that giggle when bugs crawl across their leaves. Angels and demons who squeal when someone traces their horns or halos. Hooved characters who break whenever their hooves need cleaning. Centaurs with two equally sensitive tummies. Robots that short out laughing from a pluck to their wires. Ghosts that shriek whenever someone passes through them. Sentient objects that snicker when interacted with wrong. Skeletons that, despite having no nervous system, still can't handle someone counting their ribs. Eldritch beings with ever-shifting, inconsistent tickle spots. Giant, crazy powerful characters who giggle from things that would straight-up kill a regular person.
lee gets so helplessly giggly they can't stay upright so they just kinda collapse... except they don't have the presence of mind to control the descent either, so they end up collapsing into the ler...
so one moment the ler is tickling away and the next they're just sitting there with their arms full of giggly
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tickles!! no names, so imagine whoever you'd like :)
he's dozing a little, when she finds him. stretched out on his bed on his stomach, arms folded, head pillowed on them. warm yellow light blankets the room and casts gentle shadows in the creases of his faded pyjamas. half an hour has passed since he claimed he was going to go get in the shower, and she didn't hear the water run once during that time. no surprises, then, when she finds him like this.
as cute as his impromptu napping is, it can't be allowed to continue. he's got things to do, and she'd hardly be a helpful partner if she didn't prompt him to get back on track with his day. still. he is cute. and there's really only one way such a cute boy ought to be woken.
she moves quietly, footsteps soft, gliding, nearly, until she's kneeling on the bed beside him. he hasn't stirred. her hand rests first on his back, stroking down his spine until he sighs in bliss. she slides her hand across his lower back then, rubbing circles there, feeling the way he begins to stir at her touch. he's half-awake, and shows it in the catlike arch of his back.
"like that, do you?" she smiles. she knows that he does. he likes all of this.
her other hand joins the first. she smooths them over his soft shirt to rest on his sides. then, she starts to tickle.
he twitches, jerks, letting out a quiet giggle.
"hiii," she says, voice soft and smile-shaped.
he tries to say it back, but her hands dart an inch upward and squeeze, and he cuts his own voice off with a surprised squeak and a second stream of giggles.
"mmm, i don't think so. i think it's my turn to do the talking. see, you told me you were off for a shower." her fingers begin to walk up his sides, each fingertip settling and giving a tiny wiggle before the next moves. "and yet, here you are, not showered."
he's holding as still as he can, and she can feel him nearly trembling with the effort to do so, but he twitches helplessly at the little presses of her fingertips. she walks her fingers to a stop, resting over his ribs. she pauses there for a few moments, watching him try not to squirm with anticipation, caught between one breath and the next, hardly daring to move.
"now. got anything to say for yourself?" she asks.
a beat passes while he summons his excuses. "well, i-"
she digs her fingertips into his ribs. whatever explanation he was planning to give is lost entirely as he shouts with surprised laughter.
she grins. his ribs are a bad spot, and she knows just how to get him best there. she wriggles her fingertips into the spaces in between his ribs, following the gentle curve of each one and poking into the ticklish flesh there until he jerks and bucks and shrieks. the giggles are pouring out of him now as he squirms and twists, face prettily flushed. though she knows he doesn't mean to, he twists over onto his side, curling up in defence of his sensitive ribs.
it doesn't help, of course. her hands are already there, and they follow him, so that his attempts to shield himself only serve to keep her hands pressed close. she gives him a moment's reprieve to contemplate his situation before she starts to tickle him again.
his laughter fills the room, and her own little giggles of delight join it. there's nothing quite so lovely as this.
he's breathless and on his back the next time she pauses, and she's leaning so far over him that she decides it'll be easier to straddle him instead, so she does.
he gazes up at her, smile so wide it warms her heart, eyes bright.
"more?" he asks, shyly hopeful.
she leans down and presses a soft kiss to his mouth.
then, she begins again.
x
written once again about my obscure fandom loves, and made vague so others can enjoy. if you do want to know the characters i had in mind when writing, pls ask!