GigglesWillRuleTheWorld

28 // 🇮🇹 // he/him // Queer // Switch (70% ler, but extremely ticklish) // minors DNI

[ticklesthentopple]

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.

[minors dni]

[silverlers]

oh to tickle torture the brat instinct out of someone

[tenacious-teasing]

Daydreaming, thought about someone saying "no please my dick's too ticklish I'm so close", blacked out for half a second

[nerdycycledelusion]

I like gentle tickling, it feels more torturous and of course more ticklish. We feel uncomfortable but we enjoy it because it feels ticklish.

[laughwing]

tickling a smug overconfident man with “no weaknesses” until he’s crying and begging for it to stop #justgirlythings

[gothictickles]

Hot take

Men crying from being too ticklish >>>

[impkinks]

the "i'm not ticklish" to *kicking and screaming with laughter* pipeline

[missteriouslee]

There’s something significantly worse about being held down but tickled slow and soft.

It’s like slowly revving the engine to warm it up.

You know how much worse it’s going to get. But you don’t know when. And despite your best efforts you are already a giggling mess so now you’ll have no defenses for when it comes.

So you get tricked by the soft tickles while at the same time anxiously waiting for you to be destroyed.

Cause you know…. It’s coming.

[ticklishcherry]

“my daughter turned out fine” your daughter wants to be tied up and tickled

[anxious-lee]

consider this. my hands on your sides, formed like claws. i scritch with only one finger at a time, the rest sit still. and in no predictable order either. first the pointer finger, then the pinkie, then the middle finger, then the thumb, then the ring finger, and back around again. feel free to try to guess the next finger if it makes you feel more in control. we both know it won't make it tickle any less

[sentinelq]

Interrogation tickling but my hand is constantly over your mouth, because the opportunity to confess is a privilege you have to earn through tickle torture.

[thesoftestler]

male lee appreciation post

Watching men's reactions to tickling is *chef's kiss*. When they:

Blush and get all shy and flustered, making a man melt is too cute!

Try to hide their giggles to appear all tough

Squirm and wriggle around

Finally let out their adorable reactions! Squeaks, belly laughs, squealing, snorting!

Whine! Poor ticklish baby!

Beg! Men begging will never not sound cute!

Do literally anything to show they're ticklish and enjoy being tickled under my fingers!

Also - real talk here.

Obviously all lees are beautiful, but something about those boys just hits different. Society still tells men they need to be tough. So many men repress their struggles or hide their vulnerability because they don't feel it'll be accepted.

So to have those boys all vulnerable is such a significant thing. To watch them let their guard down, to be a soft place to land, somewhere they can come and just be cute, and blushy, and giggly, and ticklish is more than a privilege. To be a place where they feel safe enough to give up control is a such beautiful thing.

I often see videos of male lees being tickled so roughly. Almost relentlessly, like actual torture. And its so common to see them mocked for having reactions. Fair enough if that's what they like, but they also need to be able to access that sweet side of tickling. The comforting kind.

They need places where softness and vulnerability are praised, places where they can be babied and cared for and treated gently. Where they'll be praised instead of mocked (don't get me wrong, you'll still get teased, but playfully and lovingly 😉) and where they'll be reassured throughout.

I'm glad my blog has been a place like that for some already, and I hope it will continue to do so 😘

[twordish]

thinking about getting tickled in a skirt and how hot humiliating that would be. like ohhhh noooo all my squirming made my skirt ride up!!! im all exposed now!!!! how embarrassing!!!!!! and you can see how turned on i am!!!!! uh oh!!!!!!

[thesoftestler]

interrogations with a twist

Soft, slow, sensual tickle interrogations for things lees genuinely struggle to say.

Tickling them to obtain the password, but the password is "tickle" for lees who struggle to say the word.

Tickling a lee who struggles with self image until they can name 3 things they like about themselves.

Tickling a bratty lee who's adamant they'd never lose a tickle fight until they tell you you've won.

[shytickling]

x

[homunculuslover]

It’s finally finished!!! *collapses* Goodness, this was exhausting, but….it was worth it and I love how it’s come out. I hope you all like it too!!

The song is called Crystal by Youtube’s Audio Library.

[thesoftestler]

I don't just want to tickle you

Oh no, that would be so easy. I want to break you, in the softest of ways. I want you so eager to take those tickles that you're practically tying yourself up for me. I want to tease you so much that your mind is reeling from anticipation alone. I want you too flustered to speak, blushing, babbling, incoherent before I even get you under me.

I want to cuddle you, to stroke your hair, to rub your back, to have you snuggled into me, feeling your brain already checking out before the session even starts, knowing full well that you're safe and cared for. I want you hiding in my neck as I whisper to you about how I'm going to tickle you, about how I'm not going to leave an inch of that sensitive skin unexplored. I want to feel your breath hitch against my neck, feel you shiver, hear you whine. Until you're desperate for it. When the only thing left in your mind is "please tickle me", that's when we'll begin.

By this point, your nerves will be on fire from anticipation alone. Your senses will be so heightened by the teasing, the praise, the fact you've already completely melted for me. Safe. Cared for. Valued. No thoughts at all except for how much its going to tickle. You'll lay down for me and snuggle in as my wriggling fingers hover above your body. I'll watch your responses as those ghost tickles cover your body, making a mental note of the spots that make you gasp, make your eyes widen, make you bite your lip. I'll hold you closer, and my fingers will touch down.

And oh I'll be meticulous. I'll tie/hold you down and keep cuddling you as my fingers start to explore, feather light. Feel you melt into my arms as you start to giggle and squirm. I'll praise your beautiful reactions, tell you how pretty you look all vulnerable for me, how pretty you sound giggling and whining for me. I'll tell you how good you're being, how well you're taking it, how much I know it must tickle.

My fingers will explore every last spot, tickle tickling the world away. They'll glide across your palms, down your wrists and arms, into those armpits. They'll spider across your neck, your shoulders, your ears. They'll dance across your chest, and over each and every rib. They'll slitter down those squirmy sides, across that tickly tummy, into that bellybutton and down to those hips. And I'll hold you, praise you, comfort you throughout. So ticklish. So pretty. So good.

Then they'll move down to those thighs, spidering across every inch, lingering at spots that get a particularly adorable reaction. They'll spider across those knees, down those shins, around those ankles and to those feet. They'll scribble across those soles, the arches the heels, they'll slide between each toe. They'll keep going, keep tickling until you're absolutely lost in that sweet ticklish sensation, my voice, encouraging and steady, offering consistent praise, reassurance and sweet teasing being the only thing keeping you somewhat tethered to the present.

Then I'll lay you on your tummy and the process will start again. The backs of those legs, that defenseless back, those sides and armpits from the back just feel all the more flustering. I'd lay beside you again, whispering right into your ear as my fingers coax out every little ticklish reaction you can muster. The squirming, the shaking, the sounds of helpless laughter. Then I'd go back to the most ticklish spot of all. Just stay there for a little while, praising you so gently until I see those pretty eyes glaze over, your brain just turned to mush.

Once you were all tickled out, I'd slow my fingers to a stop, let all those last giggles escape your lips. Then I'd rub you over. Gentle. Grounding. All while praising you some more. How well you took it. How good you were. Then I'd hold you again. Gently talk to you, snuggle you right into me so you'd have a soft place to land. I'd stroke your hair, muttering sweet praises that only you could hear. Your head resting against my chest, the steady sound of my heartbeat, the rise and fall of my breaths, and my voice, gentle and soothing slowly bringing you back into the room. I want to break you, so softly and gently. But I'd always be there to put you back together too.