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This is a tickle blog!
Cautious mix of SFW and NSFW, so minors please DNI!
I'm Kayde, I'm 19, and I'm a trans woman! She/Her
I write fics, sometimes! Keep an eye out!
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Mischievous pixies flitting around a stoic knight during guard duty, trying to distract him
Buzzing in his ear, hovering in front of his face and wiggling their hips, sitting on his shoulder and kicking their tiny feet to hear the ping ping ping of the impact against his pauldron...
No dice. The man is focused as ever, despite the fact there's certainly no threat to be had in the royal gardens he so diligently guards.
An idea occurs to one of them. The little bell-like tinkle of her laughter rings in his ear as she hops up from her perch to whisper to her friends, and almost immediately they flit a circle around him, before launching themselves up and under his breast plate, squirming through layers until they find bare skin
They begin tickling with tiny fingers and fluttering wings at wherever they can reach. They feel his muscles tense beneath the skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of their touch, his breath hitching when one of them finds a particularly ticklish place...
He realizes with a sinking feeling that he can't brush them away, for they're protected by his very own armor.. He'll just have to hope they get bored eventually. Which, come to think of it, seems unlikely now that they've gotten even the smallest of reactions.
Fortunately, he thinks to himself, on the outside, nobody would have a clue he's being tickled by a half-dozen miniature winged women... so long as he can keep quiet~
i bring a sort of "[sighs wistfully while staring into the middle distance with a sad smile on my face] i needed this" vibe to the function that people find vaguely concerning
Choose a show for me darling. Anything you like, I don't mind. And come lay on me... you said you we're in a Lee mood, right?
Pick a tickle spot. And put it in my lap. Lay on the other side of the sofa and give me those pretty feet if you like. Or lay across my lap and give me that ticklish tummy. You can give me those sensitive armpits if you like, if you can keep those arms up. We'll get that spot nice and exposed. Socks off. Shirt rolled up, maybe taken off if you're feeling brave...
Then we press play. And I start to touch you. Maddeningly slowly. Gently. Relentlessly. A single finger stroking up and down those bare soles, swirling round those sensitive pits, tracing up and down those soft sides or across that tickly tummy, maybe even swirling around that pretty bellybutton... if you like.
That's all. One finger. One spot. For the full duration of the show. Now... if you wriggle too much, or if you make a noise, we'll have to rewind it. Can't be missing any important plot points can we? Just a single finger, tracing a spot you chose... for the full duration of a show you chose... for your sake I hope the episodes aren't too long 😉 you got yourself in this situation remember sweetheart 😘
Who knows how many times we'll have to press rewind? Goodness knows how long we'll be here for? Or you could break, of course. The teasing could be so flustering, so ticklish that you just beg me to wreck you instead.... but if you can make it right till the end, you'll get the tickles you're craving, and trust me you'll be rewarded 😘
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I can't stop thinking about how I want to lay on top of someone's back and just kiss up and down because I know it tickles them. Ticklish backs are one of the cutest things ever and they aren't talked about enough, like just the stroke of a finger/nail is enough to send them into giggles and make them squirm. Just think about what kisses would do to them, they would be an absolute bundle of squirms and giggles >.< ahh so cuteeee. I want to just wrap my arms around their waist and just smooch all over and listen to them giggle/squeak/squeal and try to hold it in but literally fail to do so because it's sooo sensitive for them, while I add in some gentle tummy scratches/traces to make you extra giggly and squirmy because you're absolutely adorable and you deserve nothing but the best of course!
perfect trope: a lee admitting that getting tickled makes them feel loved, thinking that the other person is going to hate them, meanwhile the ler is listening thinking oh my god I want to tickle them so bad right now fuuuuck
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Aww, you can't say the word "tickle?" That's cute. You can't tell me you're ticklish, hmm? That's okay darling, you can show me instead 😘
In the way your eyes widen as I slowly roll up your shirt, or carefully slip off those socks. In the way your breath hitches, catching in your throat as my nails wriggle above that exposed, sensitive skin.
You can show me just how ticklish you are, in the way you bite your lip as my fingers touch down, in the way those goosebumps appear all over that pretty body body of yours. In the way your muscles twitch under that tickly touch.
You can show me it tickles, in the way you whine as my fingers don't let up, in the way you start to squirm under my nails as they slowly, maddeningly tickle, tracing those spots that set your nerves alight.
You can show me you're ticklish, in the way the giggles desperately bubble out of your mouth as I start to tickle faster, in the way your body shakes, muscles quivering as the tickles overwhelm you.
You can show me just where it tickles, in the way you squeak and squeal as I catch a particularly effective spot. Maybe it's those adorable feet with the wriggling toes that I'd peel back and explore beneath? Maybe it's the soft skin at the backs of those knees or those defenseless inner thighs, making your legs shake as the spidery nails explore? Maybe it's those hips, that buck and squirm as my nails find the little divots that make you scream? Maybe it's that cute tummy, the one you suck in as I scribble over it, watching it quiver and tense beneath my touch. Maybe it's those soft sides, that make your back arch and make you writhe back and forth? Maybe it's those ribs, the ones that make you try to roll away as I count them, gently drumming over the bones and gliding between them. Or maybe its those armpitss the ones you try so desperately to cover, the ones that make your laughter turn silent as my nails rake up and down, up and down.
You can show me how it tickles, darling. In the way you blush as I tease you for those adorable reactions, praise you for taking it all so beautifully. In the way you melt into me as I whisper in your ear. How pretty you look all defenseless for me. How good it feels to have you writhing under my touch. How I've got you, how you're safe, how you don't have to do anything except let those sweet reactions out for me.
You can show me you're ticklish, sweetheart. And you can show me exactly what it does to you. You can show me just how much you enjoy it, how much you want it, how much you crave it. And I'll give you it.
But here's the catch. You can show me all the want. But when you're ready to stop? You have to tell me 😘
I love lees who underestimate how ticklish they really are~
They tease and flirt, ask and beg to be tickled, sometimes even laying across your lap showing off their tummy, gently nudging you to finally tickle them.
And of course they are fanning a fire, but you don't wanna give in so easily. Yet the constant teases, the little jabs and them showing off their spots so willingly takes its toll.
But when you finally oblige, straddling their hips and gently raking your fingers across their tummy, your gentle touch makes them jump and before you can move further they grab your wrists blushing furiously, stammering and clearly so so flustered.
It tickled more than they expected, they say clearly avoiding to look at you, squirming and whining. You gently tug on your wrists and their strength is not enough to stop you from slowly lowering them towards their tummy.
Their panicked babbling suddenly is accompanied by squeals and panicked giggling as your fingers lower not even touching them. You can feel them squirm, kicking their legs and see how much they are shaking their head. Yet their hands are not really pushing to stop you, mostly gently tugging.
A smirk crawls across your skin when you see them try to arch away from your fingers and you can't help but tease them about how much they clearly wanted this, how they were begging for you to tickle them and how they wouldn't stop teasing you. All that while they are so ticklish they can't even take your fingers gently scratching their tummy?
Oh they are in for it now, the gentle scratching, turning into wiggling fingers and soft squeezes. Arms being pinned and hidden spots being attacked, while a symphony of laughter and pleas fill the room. A melody of snorts and squeaks, loud shrieks and soft whimpers, fueling you to find every ticklish spot on them.
Switching between teasing and praising them, watching their face blush, listening to the pleas that slowly transition into begging for more. Giving them everything they wanted and then some.
Surely that was enough of a lesson for them, is probably what you think the next day until they flop across your lap again giving you that shy smile and pulling up their shirt.
There should be a cuck chair version for knismos where you tie up a lee and make them watch you wreck another lee until the first lee gets so desperate, needy and whiney that you and the lee you wrecked gang up on them and give them the tickling they so desperately want.
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in which you try a mysterious candy that has some very interesting after effects
just a drabble type thing my 1/4 of a cbd gummy forced me to write instead of going to bed. um. enjoy
~600 words, cw: tickling (sfw but w kink in mind), lee!reader, gender neutral reader, unseen/inhuman!ler(s? technically), internal tickling
You don’t know where the candy came from. By all intents and purposes, it came from nowhere— quite literally showed up out of the blue one day on your kitchen counter. Small and round and yellow-colored, like strangely iridescent lemon drops, and completely innocuous. You just assume someone else in the house had bought them and pop one into your mouth on your way up to your bedroom. It tastes excellent, not too sour but not too sweet with a hint of citrus and honey, and as you suck on it idly, it fizzes pleasantly against your tongue. The sensation registers as just barely ticklish in the back of your mind.
Nothing happens for a few minutes after you swallow completely, which is to be expected, and you’re too distracted by the post you’re reading on your phone to even really notice when things begin to shift. The feeling is so subtle that at first you barely feel it: the barest hint of a curling something in the pit of your stomach. Then, suddenly, there’s a sensation in your gut, like a butterfly being let loose in your belly, and you suck in a surprised breath.
A group of somethings seem to bloom within you. They’re somehow soft and light and feathery against the inside of your body, brushing gently against the inner lining of your stomach, and though the feeling is still a bit subtle, it tickles. it tickles a lot.
You try your best to muffle the giggles that threaten to immediately spill out of you, but there’s only so much your palm can do merely pressing against your mouth. The sensation is growing steadily, the soft feathery touches transforming into quick, light, almost-fingertips gently spidering from inside of you. Somehow, despite the tickling being purely internal, you can still kind of feel it against the skin of your tummy. Your free arm curls around your midsection like it can somehow protect you from the teasing, tickling touches, and a little squeak escapes you as a handful of the little fluttering things move up into your ribcage.
They’re everywhere now, everywhere inside of you, softly buzzing over your bones and organs, like a thousand fuzzy bees tickling, tickling, tickling. You squirm helplessly against your bedsheets, clutching your stomach and kicking your legs frantically as your giggles grower higher and more breathless. There’s nowhere for you to wriggle away to when the wonderfully torturous feelings follow you whichever direction you turn.
What’s worse is that the swarm within your stomach seems to react to your laughter. Every squeak and hiccup and hapless giggle jiggles your tummy in a way that sends the fluttering little creatures into a happy frenzy, causing them to bounce around in a terribly ticklish manner. It grows more and more intense until it’s enveloping every inch of your sensitive insides, overwhelming and all-encompassing, and becoming even more so with each passing moment. A few of the tickling parasites wiggle in between the folds of your intestines, and you squeal at the feeling.
Your brain is starting to go numb, warm squirming helplessness turning you small and desperate and panting, mindless with giggles and the countless little feathery kisses peppering your guts and tummy. You think that maybe this is just reality now and you’ll be stuck forever thrashing about on your bed as your insides are tickled and teased endlessly when, all at once, the feeling fades, dissolving like cotton candy in water. You’re left panting and trembling against the covers, your skin prickling with phantom sensation.
There were at least three of those mysterious candies left on the counter downstairs. You can’t help but wonder what would happen if you ate all of them at the same time, and your stomach does a little swoop, hot and shivery, as if anticipating the return of its tiny, tickling occupants.
