Point out how much I’m blushing

Point out how ticklish I am

Point out that no matter how hard I try I can’t hold in my laughter

Point out how helpless I am

go ahead n ask me some then reblog!

🦋 spider tickles on your lower belly or sides?

🧚🏻‍♂️ be pinned down by your wrists or have your legs straddled? for lers, pin a lee down by their wrists or straddle their legs?

🐚 tongue lickles in your belly button or oil & a finger?

🌞 what’s more ticklish, slow tickles on your soles or speedy tickles on your toes? for lers, answer this one with your experience with lees!

🍄 what’s one spot that doesn’t tickle TOO badly & is actually pretty relaxing?

🍑 do you have any spot that isn’t ticklish or is the least ticklish of all?

🕊 would you rather be tickled by multiple lers or get tickled along with multiple lees? for lers, would you rather be one of the multiple lers tickling a single lee or be the only lee tickling multiple lees?

🌸 what’s your favorite belly tickling memory?

🐻 what’s your favorite foot tickling memory?

☁️ what are some of your favorite teasy nicknames?

🌻 is there a tickling roleplay you’d like to try in real life?

☕️ have you ever been in a dream with tickles?

❄️ what’s your favorite tv show or movie scene with tickles in it?

🐝 what’s secretly your favorite tool to be tickled by?

Feel free to reblog!

1. Be tickled for ten minutes or tickle someone else for twenty minutes?

2. Be tickled on your belly or your armpits?

3. Be tied up and tickled, or be tickled and able to move freely?

4. Take part in a long tickle session or take part in brief spontaneous tickling?

5. Spend a day with a bare belly (crop top, bikini, etc.) or bare feet?

6. Be tickled on your worst spot for ten minutes, or be tickled all over for one hour?

7. Be tickled in front of others (at school, etc.) or be tickled in private?

8. Ask someone to tickle you or try to subtly tease someone into tickling you?

9. Tell all your friends how ticklish you are, or only tell your crush that you’re ticklish?

10. Participate in a tickle-themed game show or a tickle-themed research experiment?

11. Have a tickly foot massage or a tickly belly massage?

12. Let someone take a shot from your belly button or let someone tickle your toes with a feather?

13. Be tickled in your worst spot with a paintbrush or an electric toothbrush?

14. Be tied up, blindfolded and tickled by one person, or be able to move freely but be tickled by three people?

15. Be tickled in your worst spot with raspberries or with fingers?

16. Be tickled on your ribs or your feet?

17. Be put in stocks where anyone who walks by can tickle your feet or be tied to a tree where anyone who walks by can tickle your belly?

18. Wear a shirt saying “I’m ticklish!” or something similar, or have arrows drawn on your skin pointing to your tickle spots?

19. Be tickled as part of an elaborate roleplay or be tickled for no specific reason other than fun?

Just this carefree, unfiltered bout of giggling and hiccuping and maybe some snorts

You just got to your boyfriend's house, he had recently gotten home from work and was still upstairs changing his clothes so you decided to just plop down on the couch. You fold your arms up under your head and close your eyes, content to rest until he's ready. You hear him coming down and the stairs and walk toward the couch but you're too comfortable to move.

"Hey, babe. Can you move your legs so I can sit down?"

"Mmmmm no, too comfortable" you mumble back. You're only teasing him and he knows it. "Alright, I guess I'll just have to sit riiiight here." So he sits across your knees, pinning your legs to the couch with his weight. "Uuuuuuuuuggh, you're so heavy!" You continue to tease him. "Hey! That's not very nice!"

Before you had a chance for another snarky response, his fingers begin to scribble over your socked feet. "Hehehey!!" You try to move away from his tormenting fingers but with your legs pinned underneath him, you're stuck until he's done with you. "Guess you should have moved your legs, huh? What's wrong, sweetheart? Why don't you just move them now?"

"Behehcahause I'm stuhuhuck, you ahahahass!!"

"Well that is just too bad...maybe if you ask nicely I'll let you up."

"Bihihite mehehehe!" You desperately try to cover one foot with the other but you're still not ready to admit defeat. "Oh I will. But first..." he finally relents tickling your feet and you continue to rub them together to try and erase the sensation that lingers. "You told me once that you have a specific spot that if I tickled you, you would tap out really quickly" Oh god. No no no no. Why did you tell him that?! "I wonder if I can find that spot now..." With that, he begins to spider and squeeze his way up your sides to your ribs, moving toward your under arms. "Nohoho! Stahahap!!" You manage to pull your arms down before he reaches your underarms and attempt to grab on to his hands to stop his ticklish quest. You have a moment of relief when you manage to grab hold but it's short lived.

"Excuse you, I'm trying to find something here" as he pulls his hands free from you, he pins both of your wrists to your back with one hand. "Much better. Now, where was I..." His free hand returns to squeezing it's way up your ribs as you twist and squirm in an effort to move or release your arms, neither of which is successful. "You ready to give up yet?"

"Yohohou wiihihish"

"Alright. But don't beg me when you can't take it anymore...on second thought...please do." You can't see his face but you can just hear the smug little smile. When did he get so teasy?! Ugh! You twist to try and see where he's going to attack next but you're too late when you feel your sock start to slip off of your foot...

"Nononono!! Dohohon't!!" Ignoring your pleas, the other sock begins to slip off, despite any effort to keep them in place. "Now...answer me this: does it tickle more heeeere" as he begins to scribble his fingers under your toes, "or heeeere" and then switches to your arch "Ahahahaha!! Stohop iitt, that's not fahahahair!!" His torture continues, back and forth, back and forth. "Which one? Which one? Hmmmmm?"

"Ahaharch! Now stohohohop!!" He eases up some but you know he isn't done with you yet. "Have I found THE SPOT yet?" While you're still working on catching your breath you consider whether or not you should tell him..."I see your wheels turning, love. Don't even think about lying to me." He scribbles his fingers quickly across both feet as a warning. "Okahahay!! Nohohoho!!"

"Good girl." He releases your wrists as he repositions himself further down your legs, but still leaving you unable to get away. Shitshitshit, he's going to figure it out. Without a word, his fingers lightly dance across the back of your thighs and the sensation is maddening. "Nonono!! Not there not thehehere!!"

"Not...here?" He teases as he begins to squeeze your thighs below your butt. "AHAHahahaha!! Okahahahay!!"

"Okay?" The jerk, he's going to make you say it. But now that he's found your worst spot, you have no choice but to beg...

"PLLEHEHEASE!! STAHAHAP!! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!" With that admission, he goes back to just lightly tracing the back of your legs, reducing your full belly laughs back to continuous giggles. "Hmmmmm...I do like hearing that."

"Good, then stohohop"

"But you're so cute when you're a giggly mess instead of being a brat."

"Plehehease? I'll be nihice."

"Okay, but just one more thing..." and he begins to quickly scribble his fingers across all of your worst spots, always keeping you guessing where he'll hit next. "Ahahaha! Nohoho!!" You can't even keep up your protests as he reduces you back to that pile of giggles and squeals he loves so much. As quickly as he started, he stops and gets up. You curl into a ball in the corner and try to get your residual giggles under control. He returns with a glass of water for you and sits down to fire up Mario Kart for you both to play. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"Shut up." You blush as he continues to smile at you. "Let's just get the game started so I can kick your butt."

"Hey, watch it! I know your spot now, so I'll make you be nice if I have to..." and he wiggles his fingers toward you. You squeak and curl up again, hoping to protect yourself from another attack. "That's what I thought."

"Jerk." You mumble under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

This prompt is based on the reader being a little shit to Nat until a tickle fight ensues… enjoy!

“NATASHA!” You yelled as you pounced on her from behind as she was reading a book. You had been determined to scare for for a while now, you knew she was an assassin, but surely you could scare her at least once?

You groaned in frustration as Nat looked at you with a smug smirk and raised eyebrows. “Give it up, Y/N, you just can’t scare me.” She said as you sighed and playfully shoved at her, cheekily closing her book and putting it to one side before heading off to think of your next plan. But you couldn’t help but giggle when Nat found out you lost her page and she yelled out at you.

You and your two closest friends and a few others are hanging out at their house. You guys are all hanging out together, laughing about stupid shit and watching Youtube on the tv.

Something about the conversation goes sly, and you get into a small, but friendly and light hearted, spat with your friend. You can’t remember exactly what it started with but now you can only think about holding your ground in the position you’re already in. The conversation turned about who could beat who in a wrestling competition.

Your friend, exhausted with arguing, chuckles and says, “Well, I know that I’m right. I can easily match you any day.”

You hold your ground. How dare they believe that! If you tried hard enough, there’s no way they’d be able to beat you! “It just wouldn’t happen! If you’re so confident, prove it. Prove you can best me.”

The others in the room laugh at the predicament that you’ve just gotten yourself into. They eventually start taking sides, whether it be your friend or yours. After hearing all this, your other friend chimes in, who had been previously silent.

“Hon, you’d lose. I’d love to see you even try to beat them!”

You smirk, feeling your adrenaline start to kick in as your argumentative friend stands up and cracks their fingers. “Well? You wanna do this? Or do you want to admit defeat early?”

You jump to your feet, eager to win this meaningless little bit that you placed on yourself. “You’re going down.”

Your heartbeat begins to ring in your ears. Nothing else in the room matters right now. Not your friend, not the other people hanging out with you. Just your eyes locked on theirs as you place your hands out in front of you and take a step beg with your leg, classic wrestling stance.

Eventually, you get tired of waiting, as your friend simply stands there with their hands in their pockets, a sly smile plastered on their face.

Your apprehension turns to confusion. “Why do you look so confident? Is someone going to count us off or – AGH!”

What the hell? Your other friend suddenly grips you around your torso, forcing you to make your back straight again. Your arms that were previously in front of you, are now crossed on your chest as you lean against your other friends chest, their left arm gripping your right wrist and their right arm gripping your left wrist. They pull you close and pull you into an embrace so your back is flush against their chest. The only thing that you can move is your legs.

You laugh nervously. “Okay, well this isn’t fair at all.”

Your argumentative friend steps in front of you and begins to poke at your torso, ribs, and underarms. “I told you, you’d never be able to win this fight.”

You stifle your giggles unsuccessfully and struggle in the grip. “What the hell, man? This…this isn’t in the rules —”

You’re cut off by them squeezing your sides maliciously, taking you off guard and throwing you into a fit of hysterics. Your friend squeezed their fingers up and down your sides before deciding to poke at your ribs, fluttering their fingers across them. You wheezed, took a breath and tried to speak but all that came out of your mouth was crazy laughing.

“WHAHAHAHAHA NO NO WAIHAIHAIT PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Their fingers found their way into the sensitive little spot just below your armpit, but just above your ribs. You tugged at the hands that held your arms cross in front of you, tried to close in and hunch your body, tried to pull your arms up and down but nothing was budging.

“Please…? Please what?” Your friend taunted. “You wanted me to prove to you that I could best you in a fight and I’m doing that right now. And you’re losing, aren’t you?”

“THIS IHIHI…FUHUHUCK…YOU CHEHEHEATER!”

Your friend holding your arms smiled. “You’ve got a lot of mouth for someone in your position.”

Next thing you knew, hands were shoved into your armpits. You gasped and felol further into hysteria, your legs beginning to give out. Your friend behind you grunted and shifted their weight, now grasping both arms of yours with a single arm of theirs, one of your arms hanging out in a weird position. It only left your body more vulnerable to attacks, as they now used their free hand to tickle your sides. You screamed, and your laughing became frantic.

“OKAY OKAHAYHAY PLEASE FUHUCK I GIVE!! I GIVE!”

As one last good measure as the friend in front of you walked away giggling, the friend behind you who held you up gave you one last fluttery tickle on your ribs, and let you float to the floor, setting you down. You were exhausted, giggles still freely pouring from your lips.

“And that,” your argumentative friend said, “is why I will always win against you.”