31 // f // Lee // straight // single Decided to make a side semi NSFW blog for my tickle shenanigans/kinks Don’t judge me :p What is my main blog, you may ask? The world may never know ;P
Odd number for tickle questions, even number for non-tickle questions.
For lees, is your most ticklish spot your favorite spot to be tickled? For lers, is your favorite spot the lee's most ticklish spot?
What would be your choice for your last meal?
Have you ever had a "tickle crush"?
What's a good way to start a conversation with you?
On a scale of 1-10, how intense do you like to tickle or be tickled?
If you had to listen to three pieces of music for the rest of your life, which three works would you choose?
How does tickling make you feel?
If you could become fluent in one language, which one would you choose?
If you have lee/ler mood and no way to tickle or be tickled, how do you try to satisfy your mood?
What is an interest of yours that you wish were more popular with people?
Fill in the blank: Tickling and _ go best together.
If you had the opportunity to meet your younger 10-year-old self, what message would you share?
Is there a tickling fantasy or scenario that you've always wanted to experience?
What is your go-to music when you want to feel happy?
What made you create your Tumblr blog?
What's one thing you are really good at? What's one thing you want to be really good at?
For lees, what kind of lee are you? For lers, what kind of ler are you?
What is an unpopular thing that you actually like?
Tickle fights, yes or no?
If money were not a concern, what would your ideal vacation look like?
Do you get flustered by tickle scenes in movies or TV shows?
If you could only watch one TV show for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?
For lees, what kind of ler do you like? For lers, what kind of lee do you like?
Give yourself a compliment!
For lees, are you in lee mood right now? If so, what kind of lee mood is it? For lers, are you in ler mood right now? If so, what kind of ler mood is it?
Give the person who asked this a compliment!
What is the ideal number of lers?
Do you like spicy food?
Link a post that made you flustered.
Do you have a favorite poem? If so, what is it?
For lees, do you have fictional characters you'd want to be tickled by? For lers, do you have fictional characters you'd want to tickle?
If you had to choose three movies to watch for your entire life, which three would you choose?
Share a popular opinion on tickling you have.
Share a line of lyrics that you like.
Share an unpopular opinion on tickling you have.
If you had to move to another country, which country would you choose?
Spontaneous tickles, or a planned session?
Share a line from a book that you like.
How well can you say the word "tickle"?
If you had to give a Ted-talk without any preparation, what topic would you choose?
Cozy, loving cuddles with a sneaky tickle attack right when you least expect it, when you're all relaxed and your guard is down, so you burst into a fit of wild giggles the 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 I start squeezing your sides, before you've had a chance to even 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 about trying not to laugh, and you're already all wrapped up in my arms, so you can't get away, but despite your squirmy attempts, even though it's super flustering to be tickled like this, you kinda don't actually 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to get away
she's too weak to make him stop, yet too weak to take it, an excrutiating position to be trapped in -- whether she submits herself freely or is forced into submission, her weakness will be exploited
he's too weak to resist tormenting her, to resist running his hands over her perfect little body -- and he submits so readily to this weakness
I have been looking for a video of a woman tickled in a pink, green, and purple dress. The ler was tickling her through well places holes in her dress and teasing her about it. I saw it a while ago so i’m not sure if you could find it.
Thank you in advance☺️
Have a good day!
Hi!
Thanks to @ticklish-wallflower and @butterfly-giggles I was able to find the video! Here it is. Hope you enjoy!
A/N: My final 2025 gift fic for the one and only: @atnightiscream! Thank you for your friendship and support since I've made my debut on Tumblr 💚. All your encouragement means so much to me! I appreciate you 🫂. And yes, I will probably be writing BG3 fics until I die, heheh. Enjoy, travelers~
Series: Baldur’s Gate 3
Characters: Astarion, Halsin (romantic)
Summary: A relaxing evening turns into a playful one when Halsin accidentally tickles Astarion’s ears.
Word Count: 1,580
With another adventure completed, Astarion and Halsin retreated to a tent together for an evening of respite while their companions split off to do the same. The pale elf was reclining in the archdruid’s lap, sipping from a glass of wine while reading a newly acquired tome from their adventure. Meanwhile, Halsin was tenderly twirling his beloved’s curls around his own fingers in quiet admiration, until one of his knuckles brushed the side of Astarion’s pointy ear. The vampire shuddered at the touch initially then sipped from his wine glass in an attempt to hide the reaction.
Halsin retracted his hand immediately, “did I hurt you?”
My dignity, perhaps, Astarion lamented to himself. “Not at all, darling,” replied instead.
“That’s a relief,” Halsin sighed, adjusting himself against the cushions carefully so that he didn’t disturb his lover. “Your hair is just… impossibly soft,” he said, resuming his exploration of Astarion’s white locks with his hand.
Astarion grinned, “why, thank you.” He turned a page. “I do my best, given our circumstances. I usually have access to a myriad of creams and oils, but alas, I must make due with the few bottles I keep on my person and rely on the natural elements for the rest– ah!”
At that outburst, Halsin quickly removed his hand and frowned, “again?”
Astarion set his wine glass down to scratch at his temple, just above his ear where Halsin’s knuckles grazed it, again. “Speaking of the elements,” chuckled the vampire. “They appear to have made my scalp dryer than usual – my apologies! Carry on! Do continue with the compliments or what have you… I could listen to those all evening~”
When the archdruid didn’t resume touching his hair, Astarion started to worry he’d upset the taller elf… until a warm fingertip pressed against the tip of his ear.
The pale elf arched his back and his tome fell onto the tent’s carpet since his hands were now occupied with covering his ears. “C-Careful!”
“Come now, let me see, love,” Halsin insisted, resting his hands on Astarion’s shoulders. “Your ears could be dry too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a common ailment for those with ears like ours. In fact, I keep a poultice in my pack that would help—“
Oh… oh gods no! To Astarion, having ‘flaky’ ears was more far more humiliating than the truth of why he reacted so strongly to Halsin’s delicate inspection. So against his better judgement, he confessed…
“They aren’t dry, damn it! They’re ticklish!” Astarion’s cheeks reddened significantly, as if he didn’t have enough to be embarrassed about already.
“Of course they are,” Halsin chuckled. “But your strong reactions tell me it could be something more. So please, let me examine you…”
Astarion was too flabbergasted by Halsin’s matter-of-fact acknowledgement. He was already starting to suspect that his lover’s concern about the state of his ears was a front for something more… mischievous. And I played right into his hands. How could I be so stupid?! So the pale elf refused to remove his hands from his head, even at the druid’s gentle prying.
There were two kinds of ticklish for Astarion: first, there was the kind that Halsin discovered during their intimate excursions away from the group and then, there was a kind only experienced when either elf felt the need to be a little playful. Unfortunately for Astarion, his ticklish ears were often more of the latter, resulting in some rather humiliating reactions.
“You just tickled me, you mad fool! That’s it! I swear!” Despite his outburst, Halsin managed to wrestle Astarion’s hands from his head and pin them to the shorter elf’s chest with one arm wrapped around him. “Now what are you–? Agh! Let me go this instant, you brute!” He cursed the archdruid and his bear-like strength.
“You needn’t fight me, my heart,” Halsin insisted, using his free hand to brush aside Astarion’s curls from his right ear. “You could be seriously hurt. Or worse, have an infection.”
The vampire stomped a foot in frustration. “Yes! Yes, yes, fine–I’m infected! I have a godsforsaken Illithid worm in my brain and if you’re not careful–I’ll give you one too!”
The druid clicked his tongue, “you know that’s not how your unwelcome visitor works.” He gently tapped the very tip of Astarion’s ear. “A short stroll through the woods is more likely to give me an infection than you. Now hold still, if you please…”
Astarion groaned. “I tell you, there’s nothing wrong with my e-ehehehears!” Seeming to ignore his protest, Halsin’s fingertips settled on his ear, carefully gliding across its inner curvature.
“Hm… I do see some redness,” Halsin noted, easily keeping up with Astarion’s attempts to flinch away. “But nothing particularly dry as of yet…”
“T-Thahahat’s because nothing is d-dry!” While Astarion could stifle the giggles bubbling up to his throat, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning as Halsin’s fingers continued their delicate exploration.
“It’s often frowned upon to insult your healer, you know,” Halsin said, resting a couple fingers behind Astarion’s ear. “You wouldn’t want to induce the ire of the one with your life in their hands, now, would you?” He moved to touch the backside of the earlobe before traced along its entirety at an agonizingly slow pace.
Astarion pressed his lips together in effort to hide a whimper. Humiliation aside, he delighted in Halsin touching him like this. The archdruid, despite his size, was tremendously gentle to the point that Astarion often described it as ‘feather-like’. Which as a consequence, really tickled the pale elf. “W-well then it’s a good thing I don’t have anything life-threatening going on, now, do I?” He tried to swallow back what he feared was a strangled chortle before he went on, “n-n-now if you would be so kind: release me and fuck off.”
“I see.” Halsin’s wandering fingertips came to a halt, “I believe I’ve discovered your ailment.”
Astarion relaxed his shoulders, relieved to be no longer holding back his reactions for the moment, “oh, really? What has my wise and astute healer discovered?”
“What I have discovered…” The tall elf leaned close to his lover’s ear and whispered, “...is that your ears are extremely ticklish.”
Astarion held his breath, as Halsin’s true intentions had finally come to light. I fucking knew it.
“And the only cure…” Halsin grinned. “…is to tickle them pink.” Following his diagnosis, he gently blew on the tip of his beloved’s ear.
“No–No, no, don’t you dahahahare!” Astarion resumed squirming as giggles poured out of him while Halsin’s fingertips now softly danced against his right ear from tip to bottom, occasionally skittering behind it. “H-H-Hahahahalsin! Hehehe! D-Dehehehe–Damn you!”
“Cursing me once again, I see,” Halsin sighed, breaking off from Astarion’s ear to scribble down the side of his neck, making the shorter elf squeal. “I warned you of what would happen.”
Astarion tried to scrunch up his shoulders but Halsin had already moved back to his ear, massaging up the length of the lobe between his thumb and index finger. Astarion sputtered out another round of high-pitched giggling, “you’re going to regret this! Hehehehe!”
“Is that a promise?” Halsin chuckled against the vampire’s hair, keeping up with his wriggling.
“Oh gahahahahads!” Astarion shook his head, trying to rid himself of Halsin’s spidery assault. But the archdruid followed with ease, going so far as to sneak a few tickles under the pale elf’s chin before returning his full attention to his ear.
Soon Astarion was too flustered to keep track of his own threats, the persistent ear tickling was muddling his thoughts. But eventually he managed: “if you don’t s-stahahap, I’ll-I’ll bite you! I swear–I swehehehehear it!”
“I don’t plan on stopping any time soon,” admitted Halsin. “So I suppose I’ll have to bite you first.”
Astarion hadn’t enough time to notice Halsin’s fingers leaving his ear before he felt a tender bite upon his now reddened earlobe. He shrieked, “HALSIN!”
Halsin squeezed Astarion in his embrace, keeping him secure in his lap while proceeding to give the squealing elf’s ear a thorough but playful nibbling.
Astarion had ceased his empty threats and pleading, now dissolving into a blushing and squealing mess of giggles, caring very little that their companions were likely hearing this whole debacle. He would never admit it to anyone but the one tickling him, but he enjoyed letting go and enjoying this kind of play once in a while.
“Now that this ear is the right shade of pink,” Halsin said after finally pulling back to give Astarion a much needed break. He tenderly moved some sweat-soaked curls out of the way of his lover’s eyes. “I think it’s time to tend to the other.”
“Of course,” Astarion giggled lightly, then cleared his throat, “I’d hate for you to leave your work unfinished...”
“Much obliged, my heart,” Halsin chuckled lightly, then kissed the back of Astarion’s head. “Now prepare yourself,” He leaned in to whisper into the left ear. “Because this will really tickle.”
The archdruid barely caught a delighted titter slip out of the pale elf before his teeth grazed his earlobe, rendering him helpless once more to shrieking giggles.
The tome Astarion had been reading, as well as the wine glass, had long been kicked aside by his flailing legs. He wouldn’t notice the wine stain on the carpet until morning, but he wouldn’t care after sharing a night of mirth and intimacy with his beloved.
