Just Don't Expect Me To Awoo

*18+*|31-y-o|Transmasc|He/They|TX|Chubby|Wolf is a good name to call me

[aticklishwolf]

I figured I was overdue for a pinned here.

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[alittlespankandtickle]

The thing about being tickled to orgasm is that unlike just being tickled, there's not much of an effective way to fight against it. No gritting your teeth or squirming your way out of this one. But the longer it goes on, the more and more your willpower erodes, not just from the tickling, but why would you want to fight against it? It feels so good, doesn't it? Is it humiliating? Embarrassing? Is it going to make you more ticklish in the long run after you finish? Those are problems for future you. You just enjoy how good it tickles and how good it feels. As long as you remember that "future you" isn't very far away...

[ticklishcherry]

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

[kinkystims]

i don’t want just clit tickling. i want intense tickling all over and around my pussy in so many different ways until i can’t take it anymore

[kinkystims]

i don’t want just clit tickling. i want more than that, a whole dissection made for breaking me apart.

it should start with tying me up — topless but high waisted underwear on, the kind that cover up to the belly button. i’ll already be hard by the time i’m restrained, the process always turns me on. spread eagle especially, forcing my legs open.

i might squirm a bit to check my bonds as fingers trail their way down my arms, hovering at the underarms just to scare me into thinking they might really dig in there. relieved when they retreat instead to trail down my thighs and knees in the same way, teasing at the ankles before letting up.

it’ll be enough to make me dizzy, those soft touches, even if they haven’t pulled a laugh out. those, i will still stifle stubbornly.

maybe hands play with my chest a bit, rubbing my nipples into peaks and softly tickling at the underboob before groping me with two hands — squeezing. a reminder that i can’t control what happens to me as i lay there vulnerable.

but, again, the hands retreat, this time down to my stomach.

something of note about my stomach: it is ridiculously sensitive, both ticklish and erogenous. first, it will be rubbed from my ribs down to my hips. over and over before fingers come into play, gently spidering to find my most sensitive spots.

i’ll start wiggling at that, maybe unable to hold back squeaks and quick giggles especially when they drag on my most tender rib, play over my belly button, or graze the crease at my hips.

it’ll prove especially too much when my underwear is pulled down right to the start of my bush and the tickles on bare exposed skin intensify.

i’ll probably be full out laughing by then, gasping when the delicate erotic point of my waist is touched, trying valiantly to fight off the sensations of not just ticklishness but arousal.

but then, oh god, it gets worse. the drumming begins, digging deeper and deeper into my skin and the squeezes and the vibrating until all i can do is howl with laughter and try desperately to ignore how wet i’m becoming, how hard my clit is starting to throb, how when i buck in the air, i get a brief rub of friction that makes me bite back a moan.

i’ll become so far gone i might be screaming and then — it all stops. i’m left gasping for breath and maybe a bit disappointed that it’s over — not that i’d say that out loud. no, i’d still be trying to pretend as if all of this had no effect on me.

of course, that would be when i feel fingers trace my wet cunt through my underwear. there is no hiding my arousal anymore, but they don’t linger long, going up all the way to my mound and pelvic bone and beginning to tickle there.

the unique feeling of having my pelvis tickled, a spot often neglected to get to what’s right underneath it, will send me into a fit of confused giggles. i’ve never been tickled before, don’t expect to find it so overwhelmingly sensitive, especially when the fingers stray a bit further down to play with the very top of my pussy.

they keep migrating down, nails tickling me through my underwear, and embarrassed laughter claws its way out of my throat, humiliated to find out how ticklish my pussy is, even covered. how i can’t even get off like this, can only laugh and bounce and get impossibly harder and wetter.

the tickling gets every inch of my pussy — my lips, my hole, and, of course, my clit. when my laughter starts waning a bit, one hand starts going for my thighs instead while the other continues focusing on my pussy.

i face a new dilemma as the thigh tickling makes me buck my hips into the fingers that scribble at my cunt, the tickling accidentally interrupting itself with quick, firm brushes against me that make me moan.

my thighs tickle too bad to get me anywhere but more frustrated, though, and my laughter increases as they’re squeezed and dug into. and then suddenly — my underwear is shoved down my legs and i’m completely exposed.

hands start tickling in earnest, going back up to my belly and around to my pelvis and down to my thighs, the intense kind that could leave me shrieking as spot after spot is targeted.

my pussy is avoided. and i hump in the air a bit desperately for any kind of touch. sometimes, there’s an accidental brush, but nothing lasting, nothing to satisfy me. all i can do is laugh and fight against the restraints that won’t let me go, squirming in the wet spot i’ve left under me.

but, eventually, the tickling stops again. there is finality in the break of sensation and i shiver in preparation of what i’m sure is bound to come.

finally, a hand spreads my lips apart and a gentle, soft brush paints over my pussy. it gets wet immediately, painting my juices all over me. it reaches the hood of my clit but doesn’t go under it, the pressure enough to make me twitch regardless.

it tickles a bit, but more than that, it feels good, spilling moans and whines out of me. i’ve been hard for long enough that all it takes is a firm clit rub for me to reach orgasm. the brush doesn’t stop all the way through it and continues afterwards, teasing another one out of me and then another.

i am ready for a break, but not granted one. instead, my hood is finally properly pulled back and my dick is brushed over and over as i whine and try to back away from it. it doesn’t falter despite my protests, and i find myself orgasming yet again through the soft clit tickles, insistent, nonstop.

the brush drags a few more orgasms out of my clit and then draws back to my lips and my hole, almost fucking inside me, but not enough. nails skitter around my pelvis and thighs and lower belly again while the brush doesn’t stop tickling my pussy and it all may be so sensitive post-orgasm that i might begin to cry. maybe.

[sadistic-tickler]

Those helpless little sympathy kicks by the free foot (untormented by a maddening finger tickling relentlessly back and forth across its sole) are so adorable 🤭

[tenacious-teasing]

[tklking21]

[unbearablyticklish]

screams will be screamed omg

[cottontail-fern]

falling asleep in a safe, idyllic copse of birch trees. you thought it would be nice- smelled of aspen and violets, floral and musky. you drifted to sleep so easily, as if there was a pollen in the air making you drowsy.

awakening after your wrists and legs are bound apart. a group of pixies have lured you in just right, their little tits bouncing as they laugh as you gasp and struggle.

then the first one slips up the bottom of your shirt. it tickles, fluttering wings against your skin. the first laugh earned your fate, a group of gasping and cooing drawing more pixies.

they begin to torment you. slipping your shoes off and tickling your bare feet. inside your shirt, finding your nipples to precisely tickle them with four hands per nipple. two tickle your armpits, one stands over you and shakes pixie dust into your face, which raises your arousal and ticklishness.

they tickle you for a long time before one finds your wetness. they begin the multi-assault, tickling your clit mercilessly to edge you while you lose your mind laughing, arousal dripping from you.

[nerviswitch]

This is so 🥵

[sophucking-subby-deactivated202]

sorry that all my erogenous spots are also extremely ticklish.. but like what tf are you gonna do about it

[solestrokebackagain]

Soft and gentle all that’s needed sometimes

[theminipotat]

I need this kind of relentless torment right now 🫠

[crystal-lee]

oh to be this helpless

[thesoftestler]

ticklish men

Anyone who's ticklish is absolutely adorable... I don't make the rules.

But there's something so beautiful about ticklish men. Allowing people who've been conditioned to be "tough" to just melt into you. Seeing the masks slip when they realise those expectations don't exist here.

Seeing them soften. Feeling them sink into you. Having them feel safe enough to let you tie them up and have your ticklish way with them. Seeing them try to fight it, the way they've been conditioned to fight vulnerability. And then Seeing the facade crack because they're just too ticklish to keep it up. Seeing those pretty smile. Hearing those adorable giggles. Watching the squirms.

Men being broken by wriggling fingers or soft feathers. Men squealing, kicking their feet, begging and babbling. Teasing them and watching them blush. Praising them and watching their brains short circuit because they don't know what to do with praise. Tickling them silly and watching how much they enjoy relinquishing control for just a little while.

Allowing them to let go. Allowing them to feel. Giving them a space to feel safe.

And the aftercare... holding them while they're breathless and flustered. Feeling them cuddle into you as they come down from their subby state. Stroking their hair or their faces. Rubbing their backs. Holding them. Treating them with care and gentleness. Them looking up at you with big trusting eyes and giddy grins. Feeling them fall asleep on you. Knowing you've been a safe space to a person who's rarely been offered any at all 😘

[sentinelq]

Imagine telling your friends that you're into tickling and they hold you down and gang tickle you to see just how pathetically horny they can get you in such a humiliating manner.

And after they're done turning you on and toying with you, discussing amongst themselves who's gonna put you out of your misery and make you cum.

[mushygiggles]

Tickle teases straight from my diary that turn me into an absolute puddle

alternatively titled: lees might make some of the best lers? why? because they know exactly what fellow lees might want to hear~~ hehe.

“Cooootchie-coootchie coooo!~”

“Tickleeee! Tickle-tickle-tickleee!” (Preferably sing-songed hehe.)

*tickle talks/verbally teases IN TIME to the tickling???*

“No? Not there? Ooooh, you shouldn’t have said that~!” *Wiggles fingers over that spot*

“Oh whaaat? do the little tickle words make it tickle mooore?”

“What? What are YOU going to do about it? Hm?”

*Arching a brow at me when I give away a spot??*

*SMIRKING at me??*

*Wiggling fingers in general?? From across the room???*

*Literally winking at me at any time??*

“Oooh, you’re soo gonna get it nowww..”

“..you BETTER run.” 

*gasp* “did you just grab my hands??”

“..now, this is gonna tickle soooo bad..”

*wiggles a finger, zeroing in on THAT spot slowlyyyy*

*giggle* “I haven’t even started tickling you yet, and you’re ALREADY laughing??”

*playing dumb?? mock confusion??*

“what? what is it?”

“I’m not doing anything!” *Waits until you’re distracted and tickles you again* “Whaaaat?”

“sorry! I can’t understand a word you’re saying?? could you speak a little more clearly??” *homes in on your DEATH spot*

“uh oh… is someone… just a widdle bit tickwish heeeere?”

“you’re not ticklish HERE are you?”

“oh? that didn’t TICKLE, did it?”

“well, well welllll~ looks like someone’s trapped?”

“you’re just so cute like this…”

“I love flustering you…!” 

“awh, don’t cover your spots! you’ll hurt my feelings!”

“awwh yeahh? is that a good spot?~”

*interjecting your name into teases*

“yeah? do you have a tickwish -insert your favorite spot- y/n??”

“c’mooon~ where’s that smileeee? where’s that smile? why are you hiiiding it?” *finds your utmost ticklish spots until you DO smile*

“I just love your tummy! it’s just SO cute! now I have to tickle it!”

“oh my GOSH. you’re ticklish HERE? really??”

“What? I’m just kissing you!”

“you have the most ADORABLE laugh!”

“you make such a cute noise when I tickle you here! now I goootta hear it again.~”

“I love your ticklish little -insert your favorite spot-!”

*whispering my favorite tickle words into my ear spontaneously??*

*putting me in a situation where you HAVE to tickle me*

“…are you lying to me?” *arches brow/finger wiggles*

*tickling secrets out of you??*

“I’m not gonna stop until you tell me -x thing-!”

“I’ll tickle -x thing- right out of youuuu!”

*tactful wordplay that sets you up for tickles??*

“Don’t!” “Don’t what?” “Tickle me!” “Tickle you? Well, okay!” *Tickles you*

*somehow slipping the word tickle into casual conversation*

“…I was just TICKLED to find out!”

*pointing out when I get flustered??*

“I think you like this! And I’m GOING to make you admit itttt..” 

“I’m NEVER gonna stop tickling you..!~”

“I can’t believe something as simple as -insert your favorite tickle phrase- gets you so flustered!”

“you love it when I say -insert your favorite tickle phrase-” huh?”

“I’m going to take advantage of this new information/revelation.”

*when a ler takes pride in making you react so much*

“It’s the cutest thing ever that something like tickling gets you..”

“you just love this so much, don’t you?”

“I just love how ticklish you are….” 

“I love tickling you..~”

“I love you~”

[atlas-of-the-universe]

GGUUUUUUUYYYYYYYSSSSSS—

[vexingenchantments]

SQUEALS

[alittlespankandtickle]

One of my favorite things to do is tell someone about how they react to tickling, because as much as you may LOVE being tickled (or love to hate being tickled) it's such an involved activity, you're often not aware of how you react to it because you're too busy reacting to it, which leads to a lot of flustered and incredulous lees when they become aware of how cute their squirming and clenching and other habits.

All that to say remember to remind your lee how cute their reactions are, whether it's by description or having them watch themselves be tickled in a video.

[alittlespankandtickle]

I love when the tops of someone's feet are really bad because it's like a tickle sandwich! Top and bottom at the same time and there's nowhere for them to go but further into the tickles