Anything here tword your fancy?

hiiii! this is my first post- some of you might know me from other sites and to that I say... no you don't!!! anyway I decided to make *another* tumblr account (this is the 3rd one I've made) because a friend encouraged me to expand my socials and make new friends. and she's.. probably right! so I'm here now.

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~

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 😘

Thinking about having a lee who likes to be randomly teased as and when.

Out shopping and they reach up to get something and I'd quickly scribble their side or under the arm.

Gentle knee and thigh tickles under the table when getting food or a coffee.

Stroking their hair and subtly sneaking in some ear/neck tickles.

Giving them a cuddle and tickling their sides.

Spidering on their tummy if they go to take a jumper or hoodie off and get stuck.

Sneaking a hand up their shirt at the cinema and just stroking their ticklish skin.

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.

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.

What a freak~