This is @lizzyloo72! This emoji is how u recognize me when I send asks 🪡
Anyways, I'm a woman of my word, so here's your tease you were so desperate for ^^
Imagine your favorite ler, the one that knows all of your giggle spots and how to fluster you best. Yes, that one.
Now, imagine this. (OMGOMGOMG I JUST REMEMBERED A TUMBLR I READ A WHILE BACK IM DEFINITELY BASING THIS OFF IT)
You and your ler had been hanging out in your bedroom, playing games, watching TV, just chilling. Currently, you were laying down and yapping as they sat beside you and listened.
Outside, a thunderstorm had started. Bursts of lighting and loud, crackling thunder outside your window. It was dark out, a bit after sundown, and the room was coated in a cozy, cool blue glow.
Your ler glances at you during a moment of comfortable silence, and listens in to the pattern of the storm. They turn to you.
You turn, a bit confused. It was quite sudden, slicing through the earlier silence.
Suddenly, they grab a pillow from behind them and sit on their knees. They grab your wrists and lift them above your head. Before you have time to react, they sit with their knees pressed against your palms through the pillow so their weight keeps them up and you can’t pull them out.
You instantly feel your stomach churn with anticipation, having a vague idea of what they’re planning to do with you in this position. Then, they speak.
“Let me tell you what the game is gonna be. This storm, it’s quite intense, wouldn’t you say? The lightning brightening up your room..why don’t we make it fun?”
As they speak, they gently trace patterns against your upper arms, just above your underarms. Trying not to grin as they see you biting back a smile.
“The next time lightning strikes, we’ll count how long it takes for the thunder to follow. Whatever that number is? Is how long you’ll have to endure my tickles. So you better pray the next one is close by. And if your little lee mood isn’t satiated by then? We can do it again.”
Your breath catches, the anticipatory feeling welling up within you at the threat of tickles from them.
They continue, one more thing.
“Oh, and every time lightning strikes during the tickles? I’ll change it up, in some way. Whether it be how I’m tickling a spot or where I’m tickling. Sound fun?~”
You turn your head so it’s harder for them to see your face, already flustered by the concept of being tickled like this. They cease their tracing against your arms and chuckle softly.
“Cute. Now, let’s wait for the next lightning strike.”
The next few minutes of waiting just add onto the buzzing anticipation beneath your skin, the silence no longer feeling comfortable, just teasing and anticipatory.
Then, a flash of lightning envelops the room. Your gaze flicks to the window, your heart skipping a beat. Now for the count. Your ler above you starts audibly counting.
At 27 seconds, you hear the splitting crack of thunder echo. They turn to you with a smile, watching as you avoid their gaze.
“27 minutes. Hm, you’re lucky it was only 5 miles away, it could’ve been so much worse for you.”
They grab their phone and turn on a timer.
They set the phone down and tap the start button. Then, they begin.
They start off the tickles by lightly tickling your sides, fluttering their nails uppp and downnn the sensitive skin. You respond instantly with continuous giggles as you slightly curl up on yourself at the touch.
They relish in your laughter as they continue, making sure to get every inch of your sides, teasingly getting extremely close to your ribs without actually tickling them, watching you tense as they near the ticklish spot.
“Already so giggly, hm? How are you gonna handle almost 30 minutes?~”
You keep giggling, throwing your head back as you dig your heels into the blanket, scrunching it up slightly. They glance down at your smile and chuckle.
“Your smile’s adorable, y’know. I should do this every time we have a storm, if it means I get to see it.”
You instantly tilt your head and bury your face in your bicep, thrown off and flustered by the teasy compliment and idea of being tickled like this often.
Another flash of lighting spills through the window. True to their word, they swap instantly. Suddenly, instead of your sides, they’re sliding their hands under you and spidering against your upper back, gently pushing your head up so they can get to it easier.
You squeal and arch your back slightly, slipping into much more frantic, ticklish laughter. You twist side to side slightly, the tickles against your back maddening, but not unpleasant, due to it being one of your favorite spots to be tickled.
Your bubbly laughter bounces off the walls, music to your ler’s ears. They place their hands over your shoulder blades in a claw formation, then slightly open and close their hands, causing their nails to skitter over and over against the ticklish area.
You tug slightly at your arms, arching your upper back further and squirming a bit more frantically. Your heels, that were previously pressed against the blanket, lift as you subconsciously lightly kick against the bed, your body desperate for a way to let out the ticklish energy.
Another flash of lighting saves you from the teasing, light tickles along one of your death spots. They let your head drop back down as you instantaneously hide your face against. They quickly jump to the next spot, not giving you a moment of relief.
Their nails switch to fluttering along the side of your neck they could get to with you pressing your face against your bicep. You squeak and scrunch up, having no choice but to move your head away from your arm to cover the ticklish spot.
“C’mon, I know you love neck tickles. I can’t get to it if you’re hiding it~”
They gently grab your chin with their other hand and force your head up, then flutter their nails across the front of your neck now, grinning at the tension in your frame as you fight to scrunch instinctively, unable to because of their countering pressure on your chin.
Your giggles get a bit more squeaky and panicked, the tickling suddenly feeling much more pronounced now that you know you can’t block it. You turn your head slightly, still not wanting them to fully see your face but knowing you can’t move it much now.
They skitter their nails softly along your neck like that for a while, watching your feet start to kick again from the adrenaline flowing through you needing an escape.
“You tryna ride a bike or something?” They chuckle and continue tickling.
Another lighting strike, with about five minutes left on the timer. They let go of your chin and you feel your whole torso go into absolute shock as they dart their hands to your ribs, press the pads of their fingers between the bones, and vibrate their hands up and down against the ticklish skin.
You let out a shriek and throw your head back, twisting your torso side to side from the maddening sensation overwhelming the area.
They grin and make sure to keep going up and down between different ribs, watching as tears of mirth start slowly building up in your tear ducts. You’re squealing and laughing, and they know you’re loving this.
The storm begins to calm down, meaning that there most likely won’t be another lighting strike before the end. You let out frantic, squeaky laughter and start squealing out involuntary pleads, not truly needing mercy just yet.
About 10 seconds until the timer goes off, the ler switches to gentle fluttering along the ribs instead, so you can calm down a bit.
You let out a consistent stream of giggles, your breathing starting to even out now that it’s not insanely ticklish. The timer goes off, a little tune that signals the end of your tickle session.
They give your ribs a little squeeze before letting go and turning off their phone. They notice the tiredness on your face and assume you’re done, getting off your hands and sitting beside you again, placing the pillow back behind them.
“Did you have fun, gigglebug?”
You let out a noncommittal grunt and turn away from them, curling into a ball and letting out residual giggles.
“I’ll go get you some water. And, if you’d like, I could give you some arm tickles to wind you down for bed~”
You don’t respond, but the subtle shift in your posture is an answer enough. They chuckle and get up, walking to your kitchen, leaving you in the room to fully comprehend how absolutely wrecked you just got.
…so I may have went a little overboard on this one.. it’s 1452 words and longer than some of my fics. I WAS MOTIVATED OKAY— I hope I successfully flustered you and it wasn’t for nothing 😭
WHAT IN THE PERSONALIZED LEE!READER FIC IS THIS HOLY SHIT
WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS ARCHING AND SCRUNCHING IRL HOLY SHIT
The back twords... omg that was the worst best part
I CAN TELL YOU WERE MOTIVATED OMG. YES YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY FLUSTERED ME MORE THAN ANY TEASE HAS EVER ohhhhhhhhhhh my gosh bro
dude youre actually amazing I'm gonna kiss you/p
