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@ticklishadventure
What I wouldn't give to be in the scenarios I see in Baronstrap's videos...
- dom ā
- sub ā
- switch ā
- a burden ā ā ā
@thetiniestrhino
Come here
Let me take care of you, hey. Let me hold you. Let me make the world melt away, and make you melt into my arms.
I want to make your head spin. I want to turn that brain of yours off with teases alone, building up that anticipation until you're all shaky and craving my touch.
I want to make you blush. I want to make you feel so confident in that pretty body that you feel so safe having it all exposed. I want to hover my nails over your skin and watch your eyes go wide. I want to make you flustered, I want to see you shudder and hear your breath catch in your throat. I want to make you whimper, not from fear, darling, no. From desperation. Desperate to have my hands and nails exploring you. I want to hear you ask. Use your words for me, give me permission to begin.
I want to touch you. I want to tickle you. Lightly, gently, relentlessly. I want to a make you hyper aware of every nerve in that sensitive body. I want to see your body flinch and quiver under my touch. I want to see you lose control. I want to make you dizzy with sensation, until you've lost all inhibitions and just let those pretty sounds out for me. No thoughts, just feel.
I want to take my time exploring you. I want to coax out every little reaction you can make. Every squeak, every squeal, every giggle. I want to set them free while I gently take you apart with my hands. I want to watch you squirm, watch you writhe under me, and I want to praise you for it. For being so sensitive, for taking it so well, for submitting to my tickles so beautifully.
I want to tease you. Gently. Lovingly. To ask if it tickles, to point out how pretty those tickle spots are, to remind you how adorable you are when you're laughing. I want to point out how much you're enjoying it and watch your pretty face grow even more red as I praise you. Tell you how good you're being for me.
I want to take you apart, so gently, so kindly, my soft and unrelenting touch driving you wild as you lay helpless beneath me. I want to stroke your hair as I tickle you, hold your hand, rub your back, kiss your forehead. Remind you that you're as safe and adored as you are ticklish. I want to make you whine. I want to make you unsure whether to squirm away or cuddle closer, but inevitably decide that you're right where you want to be.
I want to make you come undone. I want to make you so overwhelmed with ticklish pleasure and care that you simply melt. I want to make you scream, I want to make you gasp, perhaps even make you moan. I want to tickle you to the brink of exhaustion, then gently slow. I want to ask if you're okay. To have you nod sweetly, knowing that, although I'd take you to your limit, I'd never push past it.
Then I want to put you back together, as gently as you came apart. I want to hold you, massage those phantom tickles away. I want to make you look at me, use your words again to tell me you're okay. I want to cuddle you, feel your breathing calm and your heart rate return to normal. I want to dote on you, make you feel safe and cared for. Make you food, run you a bath, watch your favourite show with you, cuddle you, whatever it takes to bring you back to earth.
And most importantly, I want you to want it all too. Because if you don't, then I don't want it either. Not at all
Sheā¢ļø did this to me the other night, completely unmade me and I could not have been happier
Tugging their hair to tip their head back so I can plant lazy open-mouthed kisses up the front of their neck.. grazing my teeth along their throat to hear the way their breath hitches... š
Literally do this to my wife sometimes and itās so nice to show her love on such a vulnerable area
Not my content, would love Leelerlove to make more (and drop a comment if y'all are on Tumblr)
You are wonderful. That is all.
Fuck I need
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 š
tickle scene from The Shy Hero and Assassin Princesses
Me me me me me
Are you fucking serious?!??
Sign me the FUCK UP
Nah Iām actually doing better now. I was feeling some awful emotional drop that heavily affected my sense of self-worth. My darling wife knew the last few days had been really bad and offered to let me take a nap with my head on her thighs. There is nothing like taking a nap on someoneās thighs, particularly when itās someone you love and feel safe with. I knocked OUT and woke up about an hour and a half later feeling like a new person! Thereās still a little drop there, but not nearly as bad as it was.
Thanks for the ask, dear! I hope youāre doing well
Ask me stuff today
Feeling really low today, would love a distraction from the pretty people in my phone, anon or otherwise
My GOD there is something about getting just-a-titch-too-high and letting my wife kiss me stupid in my giddy and melt-y state until she can do whatever she wants to me.
gentle spiders and tracing on his inner thighs while he trembles in the restraints, spread eagle.
canāt go anywhere?? awh, you poor thing~
Gotta love the irony of taking a gummy to get high and celebrate something
But then it decides, oh no, the name of the game this session is āyou will never feel like enough and reaching out to anyone will only serve to bother them.ā
āFigure out where you guys are ticklish and just keep smashing that buttonā š³š
Source: Trolley Problems on the Try Guys paid YT/site. These are the preview clips on IG
Iām so glad somebody put this on tumblr because this was wild to see just randomly cross my dash outside of the community
messy make out.
wandering hands.
held down and felt up.
hand around your throat.
turns to soft squeezes and kneads.
clothes lost and skin-to-skin.
giggling into the kiss.
Know what comes along with being a large dude? Really big lungs. I can take a long-ass breath and blow a raspberry that seems to go on for DAYS. Where would you like it? Your tummy? Your inner thigh? I can burrow into your neck for a devastating one. Or pry your arm up and turn your pit into an echo chamber. Hell, I can play the arch of your foot like an undignified-sounding harmonica, if you'd like. (Or especially if you wouldn't.) š
The first time you hear the long, deep breath, you'll be like, "WTF is this dude doing?" But after you've felt it once? That deep breath is your cue to PANIC. š
Also helps when youāre a large dude with voice training. That lung capacity and stamina to just keep blowing and blowing only increases. Itās funny to hear lees struggle with the realization that in the time it usually takes someone to blow three raspberries with breaks, Iām only just finishing my first. Thatās only a warm up, little toy. What say we compose a nice, long aria on your tummy, in your armpits, against your ribs with a few long stretches of music?
Idk I think I could fix the tickle monster
Reblogging posts as a switch:
On the one hand:
Yes and when youāre all fixed, the tickle monster can tickle you to tears and break you. The cycle will start all over again.
On the other hand: